#too busy being a hecking NERD

[brain-rot-hour]

@inukagfluffweek day 1: comfort

[johnbrand]

Man-Up Camp

With @gassydumbjocks

Just to make it clear, Joel had no problems with his son being gay. Tanner had grown up a decent young man, now almost 25 and working in the bioengineering field. But throughout his childhood and adolescence, Joel has fostered quite the effeminate son. It made no sense regarding Joel's background. Obsessed with sports, passionate about drinking beer, supporting his family through thick and thin. He was not conservative, but such a traditionally masculine man should not have reared the pinkest pony on the block.

Science and gender studies over business and sports management, Christina Aguilera over Garth Brooks. Heck, Joel had even been excited to have the talk with his son, but instead the discussion turned into Tanner explaining how bottoming worked! All Joel had wished for was a real man of a son, someone he could be proud of. So after hearing of a fantastical “Man-Up Camp”, Joel decided to send his son in. Tanner was almost past the point of young adulthood, so Joel did not want to waste any more time than necessary.

Everything happened fast after Joel’s payment had gone through. Tanner had exited the lab building for the night after a long day of research. Minding his own business and walking on the sidewalk while listening to the music, he had not even noticed when the camp's van suddenly pulled up beside him. Out hopped two burly men, and suddenly Tanner felt a sharp prickling in his neck followed by another in his side. Once out cold, the men were easily able to haul the twink into the van and head off to camp.

When Tanner eventually awoke, he was greeted by a taller lad with tanned skin, a beefy frame, and an already-noticeable obnoxious personality. The hunky man was only wearing some gym shorts, airing out his musk into the small, concrete room. 

"Wha…what’s going on?” Tanner’s high voice squeaked, noticing he was tied up. 

“Welcome to Man-Up Camp, bro!”

Within a moment’s notice, the jock approached and quickly shoved his victim’s head into one of the hairiest armpits Tanner had ever seen. After about 30 seconds, the jock released Tanner, revealing the twink’s sweat and funky grime-covered face.

"Thought you’d like that, sissy boy,” the jock taunted, motioning to Tanner’s small, erect dick before leaning in with a:

BOOUUUURRRPPP!

"Ugh, god..." Tanner grumbled as he swallowed the nasty smoke. Before he could recover, the jock had already turned around, raising a leg before grunting.

PPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!

The putrid smell dove right for Tanner, penetrating into his skin as it was absorbed. This process of funk exposure would continue for a few hours. The jock would go back and forth between all different methods of emanating stench, a way of directing pure masculine DNA.

As Joel had read online, the unadulterated toxicity would erode away at the drugged client, contaminating until their being was soaked in what was deemed as “undeniably alpha”. In the end, the trauma would restructure Tanner's memory to appropriate the results.

———

Nervously, Joel knocked on the door of his son’s apartment. Tanner had returned from the Man-Up Camp two days ago, but the program had advised not to visit clients for at least 48 hours to help solidify the marination process. Now, Joel stood before his decision, wracked with excitement and guilt. He had not agreed with all the program’s promises, including the conversion, but his desperation for a manly son sat stronger. Joel just hoped he had not gone too far.

“If it ain’t my old man!” A booming voice greeted from the entryway. For the first time ever, Joel had to look up to make eye contact with his son. “I was just about to leave for a game with the boys, wanna come?”

Joel took in his new son. Gone was the short flamboyant nerd; what now stood before him was the epitome of masculine identity. Tanner was tall, muscular, and hairy. Just by peering into the apartment, it was clear his priorities had shifted. While once impeccably decorated, Tanner’s home was now filled with cheap generic furniture, discarded takeout leftovers, and dirty clothes scattered across the floor.

After being blasted by the funk wave that emanated from his new son, Joel agreed to join him. In response through burps, Tanner spelt out a “G-R-E-A-T B-R-OURP!” right into his father’s face.

Over the rest of their time together, Joel simply sat on the sidelines studying this new man. He could not help but take in every inch of Tanner's physical and mental testosterone. The camo baseball hat, the scruffy beard, the lightly-dusted pecs, the massive dong swinging freely in the workout shorts, the giant shoes clomping around the court. His interactions too, chest-bumping his bros when he scored a point and blasting the losers with smelly butt bombs. Tanner had become a dumber, grosser, obnoxious, bigoted version of himself: Joel could not have been more proud of his success. 

“Yo Pops!” Tanner shouted, adjusting himself freely. “You ever gonna join us or you just gonna fag out over there?”

Joel laughed. This new rowdier, cockier Tanner was gonna take some time to get used to. Perhaps Joel would just have to man-up himself.

[kinq-sleazee]

this is more of a prolonged thought than a cohesive fic but I hope you enjoy

baby daddy deku?

18+ MDNI

god … imagine it being some random hook up ? a friend of mina’s that showed up at one of her pool parties.

and you looked so pretty in that sundress— all soft and smooth. thin fabric nestled perfectly against your curves. and fuck when he watched you pull it off, revealing the tiniest little bikini… he knew it was a wrap.

deku fucked you hard that afternoon. mina’s bathroom— butt naked with the lights on.

he had you bent over the counter with one hand covering your mouth and the other gripping your wrists behind your back. thick cock pounded your poor cunny that was already swollen and puffy from his extremely thorough prep.

deku was so whiny in your pussy. begging you to ‘take that dick, please’ and praising you for “squeezin’ (him) so perfect”.

each thrust was like having the wind knocked out of your lungs. it felt like he was nestled in your rib cage. all you could do is scream and cream on his cock while he wrecked you.

and that was that.

he filled your little pussy then licked you clean . a particularly nasty kiss was exchange fill with cum , spit and your own arousal.

the two of you exchanged numbers but of course he didn’t call. you didn’t expect him too. he’s a busy guy. a rising pro hero with a growing agency. you had no intention of making this situation more than what it was, that is until you realized your period was late.

now you had no intention of telling him. you didn’t want to tell anyone. you locked yourself in your apartment to embarrassed to venture. you probably would’ve gave birth in there had it not been for mina beating your door down to make sure that you were still alive.

she scolded you for trying to do this alone. reassuring that she would be there for you regardless. encouraging you to be brave in your new journey. and getting really excited to be an aunt.

she even helped tell deku when you were ready— which was about the beginning of the second trimester. she marched the two of you right past his secretary and into his office.

he was a bit startled at the sudden intrusion.

“ashido— oh”

seeing you was a surprise. he wanted to contact you after the … fling but time got away from him. if he wasn’t doing hero work , he was making appearances. if he wasn’t making appearances, he was sleeping. surely, you wouldn’t hold it against him ?

but then he noticed you cradling your stomach that looked slightly rounder than the last time he saw you.

his brain short circuited but only for a second. after a few deep breaths and a sip of water then he’s at your feet profusely apologizing and promising to be there every step of the way in some way shape or form.

deku makes good on that promise. he will never let you go to an appointment alone. if he can’t be there personally he’ll enlist the help of mina, and kacchan on occasion. the appointments with bakugo are always pretty fun because he tried to censor his speech for the baby.

“i don’t need that daaarn nerd on my case if his brat comes out cursing !”

deku gets so excited and invested in this baby that it’s bleeding in every aspect of his life. literally lost it when he found out that he’d be having a baby girl. he has to catch himself during interviews to keep himself from spilling too much tea about the “brand new girl” in his life.

things are great with you too ! it was easy for him to develop a friendship with you. heck you’re the mother of his child and you’ve already touched privates so is awkward small talk really necessary?

he’s rock solid. a shoulder you can cry on when things get to tough. deku will always be there to help you carry the burden. he spend the majority of the final trimester in your apartment helping out wherever he could.

and when the baby finally came— ahh! cue the water works. between him and his mother, they nearly had to evacuate the maternity ward for fear of flooding. he couldn’t help it. every time he looked at that little bundle he couldn’t help but be in awe and then he’d look at you and feel even more love because you’re the one that gave it to him.

six month in your baby girl is sitting up and babbling. rolling in her crib wearing an all might onesie and dynamight booties. she’s your twin— save for the curly green space buns and sparkling emerald eyes. easily the cutest baby in the world.

deku just wants to hold her all day. all of his spare time is spent with her. he’s barely even using his apartment at this point only going once a week to get more clothes. most of the time he’ll crash out on the floor next to the baby’s crib or on the couch with her on his tummy.

he’s just so comfortable here. a little too comfortable some might suggest.

he can’t help but bristle at the inquiries about your relationship. eye twitching when kaminari jokes about you being back on the market.

he has no reason to be upset. you’re a beautiful woman and of course there’s the potential for interested suitors but it just doesn’t sit right with him. it nags on him all day. well past the end of his shift. well past when his daughter has fallen asleep. well past when you’ve handed him his blanket and said goodnight.

he just can’t shake the sick feeling in his stomach whenever he thinks of you in another man’s arms.

so he goes to your door and allmight help him when he hears soft whimpers of his name.

“izuku~”

“right there, izu”

“s’good. so good”

and if that’s not a sign then he doesn’t know what is.

you’re embarrassed when he opens the door. cheeks hot and ears burning at his lewd gaze. he gives you no time to explain it away— kissing you passionately while tearing off the remainder of his clothes.

he doesn’t fuck you hard like he did the first time. he fucks you slow. painfully slow. he wants to learn your body. he needs to feel you. and there’s no need to rush. the two of you have all the time in the world.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Cuddle Buddy

Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Just Dean being a dramatically clingy big brother

“Hey!”

You froze on your way to the bunker’s library when Dean called to you from his room.

“Hey yourself,” you frowned at him. “You want something?”

“Commere,” he patted the spot next to him on his bed. “I’m watching Game of Thrones, join me.”

“Sorry,” you winced. “I’m too busy.”

“Too busy for you big brother?”

“I’ve got to help Sam with research,” you sighed.

“Wait!” He called out when you turned to go. “Can’t you do that later?”

“Are you that desperate for attention?” You scoffed.

“Not attention, company,” Dean corrected. “And yes. So get your butt in here.”

“Sorry,” you shrugged, turning again and heading for the library.

“Hey, come back!” Dean called out, but you ignored him. That is, until you heard the large thunk indicating that he’d either jumped or fallen out of bed, and before you could even turn around to check, you felt yourself being lifted in the air.

“Hey!”

“You can be boring with Sammy later,” Dean said as he carried you to his room.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you glared at your big brother. “Put me down!”

“Chill out, and stop squirming.”

“Chill out, dude this is like literal kidnapping.”

“Oh don’t be such a drama queen,” Dean grunted as he dropped you on his bed. “I’m keeping you from becoming a total nerd like Sam, and you’re gonna thank me for it later.”

“Right,” you scoffed. “Because spending all morning with my big brother watching Game of Thrones isn’t nerdy at all.”

“Watch it,” he warned before climbing in next to you and grabbing the remote. “Or I’ll keep you here all day.”

“Keep me here?” You scoffed. “How do you plan on—“

In answer, Dean dug his arm under your back so he could wrap it around you, pulling you close.

“What the heck are you doing?” You whined, squirming in his hold.

“Now you’re my cuddle buddy. Get used to it. And stop squirming, trust me, it’ll make it more comfortable.”

You let out a huff, but relented. You were surprised at how comfortable it actually was wrapped up in your big brother’s arms.

“Finally,” he said once you settled down, and he reached up and pressed play on the TV. “You know you love this.”

“Don’t push your luck,” you huffed, but Dean wasn’t buying it for a second, especially not when you rested your head against his shoulder and turned your attention to the show.

“Trust me cuddle buddy, I’m not.”

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hello! I saw you added the Injustice 2 turtles and was wondering if you could write nsfw head cannons about them please!! 🙏💖 hope you’re doing okay!!

Random Headcanons (18+)

IJ2!Turtles x reader

A/N: Heck yeah I can write something nsfw for the Injustice 2 turtles. And I’m doing great, thank you💚 Hope you’ll enjoy💚

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Mentionings of sex and orgasms.

Leonardo:

Leo is a gentleman through and through, always ensuring you feel appreciated and protected. He’s the type to notice when you’re cold and silently drape whatever he had at hand - or maybe even his own arms - over your shoulders, brushing a thumb across your cheek with a soft: “You should’ve told me sooner”.

Though he’s serious in battle, around you, he has a knack for sly flirtation. You have once before experienced him suddenly moving his attention from the battle before him to some of the wonderful parts of your body, only to give you a boyish smirk when you caught him staring.

He’ll spar with you and “accidentally” pin you down, leaning in with a teasing smirk. “Guess I win again. Should we call it even, or do I get a reward for my efforts?” That reward would usually end up with the two of you getting busy in Leo’s bedroom for the rest of the day. Usually with your legs wrapped around his waist, holding on for dear life as Leo drove into you with intensity.

When the chaos of day to day gets overwhelming, Leo values quiet time with you, often meditating side by side. During those serene moments, he’ll hold your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles and murmuring about how your presence keeps him centered.

During these days where peace and quiet was the focus, Leo would make love to you, slowly and passionately, keeping you on the edge as he would kiss your whole body over, before finally giving you what you needed the most.

Raphael:

Raph doesn’t do “subtle”. He never has and never will. If he wants your attention, he’ll just go for it, making it very, very obvious what he wants. He’ll just pull you into his lap without warning and smirk as you sputter, rubbing your thighs and sides with his now wandering hands. “What? You looked too good just standing there, I had to do it”.

If someone so much as glances at you the wrong way, Raph’s glare could cut steel. Either it would mean that they would have to feel the fury of your protective boyfriend, or you and Rah would have to go somewhere “private” - usually within earshot of whoever had managed to poke Raph’s anger, letting them know exactly how good and well Raph was treating you.

Later, after several orgasms, you would give Raph a light scolding, reminding him you were an adult that was perfectly capable of telling another man to get lost. Raph would then sheepishly admit, “I don’t mean to get all territorial, but you’re kinda my everything, y’know?”, often awarding him many hugs and kisses from your side.

Raph’s affection often takes the form of friendly roughhousing. He’ll challenge you to small play fights, at times even holding back so you could feel like you were getting the upper hand, only to suddenly do an 180 and pin you to the ground, so that he could hover above you with a playful smirk, letting you know exactly what he was thinking about. “Have I ever told you how hot you look when you’re under me?”

Donatello:

At times it could feel like your purple dressed boyfriend had two personalities. Both lovable, yet different. One being a shy, nervous nerd, at times stammering like he was talking to a long time crush, and not the same girlfriend he had fucked sensless on many orccations. The other being a smooth yet soft flirt, that would be open about any and all things he wanted to do to you, or have you do to him.

Donnie’s love language is sharing his passions, often geeking out about his latest inventions. “I, uh, designed this just for you,” he says, handing you a sleek gadget, continuing to ramble as his cheeks heated up. “It’s totally practical, but if you want it in a different color, I can tweak it…”

Despite his at times introverted nature, Donnie surprises you with moments of sly humor. While working late in his lab, he might pull you onto his lap, adjusting your arms around him like, “If you’re going to distract me, you might as well help me”. Cue the light teasing and bashful laughter, that soon would evolve into you bouncing on Donnie’s member, while his hands grabbing your ass and chest, whispering all sorts of dirty, stomach tingling words into your ear, like he had no fear in life.

After long, stressful battles, Donnie seeks solace in your presence. He’ll sit with you on the rooftops, rambling about the stars before falling silent, resting his forehead against yours. “You make everything… better”, he whispers, as if the words themselves make him nervous.

From here it could go in two different directions. Either you and Donnie would continue your light rambling about the stars, interlocking your fingers, talking about the future. Or Donnie would soon have you on your back, watching the stars above you, with your legs spread open, letting Donnie devour your sweet taste, calming him down after a long, stressful day.

Michelangelo:

Mikey is endlessly playful, finding new ways to make you smile. He’ll pop up behind you mid-conversation, wrapping his arms around you and whispering, “Guess who’s the luckiest turtle in the world? Spoiler: it’s me”, before attacking your neck with kisses and playful bites, having you laughing and kicking his arms from the tickling feeling of his lips against your skin.

Mikey is a firm believer that smiles and laughs makes everything better, so no matter what he would have in store for you that day, he would make your and his joy together a big priority. No matter if it was an adventure indoor or outside, sitting on the couch watching television, or in bed fucking your brains out it didn’t matter. Mikey would always make sure to have you smiling.

Mikey loves using his artistic side to impress you - whether it’s graffiti of your name in neon colors on a brick wall somewhere in New York, where he was sure you would come by it, or a homemade pizza with your initials spelled out in toppings. “Romantic, right? It’s totally my specialty!”, he says, eyes sparkling with pride. He had also more than once painted your back, ending with a large beautiful finish piece on your naked back, and getting absolutely railed from behind, where Mikey could admire his work.

Beneath his goofy demeanor, Mikey has a deeply thoughtful side. He’ll surprise you with all sorts of sweet things. A rooftop picnic, complete with fairy lights he strung up himself. A pillowfort just so the two of you could cuddle and watch movies together. “I know life’s been crazy lately, but I wanted to remind you how much you mean to me”, he says, grinning while nervously scratching the back of his neck.

And of course, all of these sweet gestures and date ideas would culminate with the two of you jumping on each other, not giving one flying fuck wheather if it was on the roof or in a pillowfort in the middle of the lair.

[lifesteal-headcanons]

Every fandom deserves a high school AU, so here’s mine for Lifesteal!

The PMC all do competitive fencing, and are simultaneously revered and feared by the rest of the school. Clown, Leo, and Minute would be the cool intimidating kids among the upperclassmen. Every few months, there’s a new rumor or two about a PMC member having gang/mafia affiliations. Minute would disapprove of them, but Clown would actively embrace them for fun.

Branzy and MrCube are in some sort of coding club, along with any other life stealer that has a vested interest in redstone and intricate machines. They are commonly lumped together as “nerds,” but everyone runs to them all the same when they have issues with their computers.

The Three Heart Trio are hanging on to school by a single thread. Literally. All of them have enough suspensions to warrant an expulsion the next time they get into trouble. But heck, no one even knows what they ever got suspended for. They sure as hell don’t look or act like delinquents, more like underclassmen too nosy for their own good, and mostly keep their heads down.

Duality duo are literally the definition of duality, even in school. Mapicc does boxing and at least three different competitive sports. Grades aren’t his priority even though he skims the A-B+ tier. He plans to get recruited by a college. Meanwhile Ro is built like a beanpole and reads Latin and studies history for fun. He’s the one responsible for taking notes for Mapicc when he’s absent for country-wide sports competitions.

Zam is that one person who is notorious for being in every single friend group. He knows literally everyone and everyone knows him, although he doesn’t stay in any clique for too long. When he leaves, dramatic breakups or fighting usually ensues (sometimes both!). People usually have lots to say about him or not much at all, depending on how well they know him.

Parrot is a student council member, either a secretary or a president. His parents really want him to get a well paying job, but he wants to become an aviator. He’s a teacher’s pet, but is actually well-liked by mostly everyone in school. He is quiet but not shy, and constantly has bags under his eyes — either from studying, his student council duties, or from being friends with Spoke.

Spoke is Parrot’s childhood best friend, and is unlike Parrot in nearly every single way. He used to be labeled “the problem child” in elementary school, and the only reason he hasn’t been expelled from high school is because he’s gotten much sneakier. Whatever idea comes to his mind, he will carry out, regardless of logical barriers such as rules and safety. Quite frequently, Parrot has to cover for him using his authority, something that has resulted in them fighting. The two often go skateboarding together (Spoke taught Parrot) at night.

Reddoons and Ashswag are in speech and debate, but they love debating more than speeches. Ashswag has high hopes of going to college and then starting a multimillion dollar business from his apartment. Reddoons laughs at him in public but supports him in private. The two are friends, even though most of their conversations result in or start from bickering. Once, the teacher had to drag both of them offstage when they surpassed the ten minute timer for a debate. Both of them like wearing suits and ties, looking like they just walked out of a presidential election.

— 🌀 anon

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[silvvermst]

GIVE YOU THE WORLD

SYNOPSIS :: you accidentally riled up a school bully and guess who decided to make an appearance, that white knight nerd from your Science class.

NOTE :: trying a grumpy x sunshine oneshot? black cat and orange cat oneshot? idk i’m just trying (this is long af and ngl I'm tempted to make this a series)

TYPE :: fluff

It was a warm afternoon and the school bell rang early, which gives time for the students to spend their leisure time. But of course, your professor has to be a real dick and make your whole class create a project and pass it the very next day.

So here you are now, in the library hoping that you can get started on how your project is going to be, where the sun has already gone down and you're needing just one more book to search through the shelves. At least it was peaceful here in the library, that was until small moans and groans had been echoing at the very back of the library, away from the librarian's desk.

“You gotta be shitting me.” You muttered under your breath. Walking away was your option, until the guy started talking. Wait a fucking minute, that's Juliet's boyfriend.

You should have minded your own business, but she was your friend. It would be devastating to find out through your friend about your boyfriend's betrayal, but sitting around and doing nothing might be even worse.

You grab your phone from your pocket and without hesitation, took a picture. The only mistake was why the hell is your flash on to begin with?!

Both of them looked up and they saw your head popping from the side of the shelf.

The bliss on their face was replaced by rage, he pushed away the girl on top of him and quickly dressed up. “Give me you fucking phone.” The mean aura around him makes you step back as he steps closer.

“No the fuck I won't.” You were preparing for a sprint when he caught your arm, digging his nails onto your skin leaving moon crescent marks.

It stings but you try your best to get him off of you. It all happened so fast, when a fist swung at the guy's face. He immediately lost his balance while the person who punched him curled into a ball from the searing pain in his hand that swung at Zachary.

“What the heck is wrong with you?” You muttered, looking back and forth at the two idiots who were yelping in pain.

The girl he was with already fled away, but you stood there debating whether to help the poor guy, not Zachary, but the other who looks like he's the one who's been punched.

“Fuck! What's up with your face? Ow!” The stranger groaned as he cradled his stupid hand to his chest.

Zachary had already stood up straight and immediately followed-up a stronger punch right into the guy who punched him first. The impact of Zachary's punch on his face made him stumble against the bookshelves that made the books fall on the wooden floor with loud thumps.

Finally! The librarian made their way to the scene and let out a shriek, guess the books were more important than the guy who had his face punched. You saw how the librarian finished putting back the fallen books to its shelves, and looked at the three of you.

“They did it, Zachary Riggins has been fucking a new girl here in your library.” You voiced out, taking the initiative to blame Zachary. “It's distracting since they're getting louder, we're only here to inform him to get out.”

The librarian raised their eyebrow that looks like they're doubting your story, and took a look at Zachary with his messy shirt and hair, with pants undone.

“Mr. Riggins, come with me to detention, you too.” They said pointing at you. Come on, you really don't have time for this shit.

“I, uh, I will. After I, I helped him to the infirmary.” I said, going to the stranger who has his hands on his face, still sitting on the floor. “He was punched by that asshole for helping me since I was being harassed by Zachary.”

The librarian took a moment before nodding their head, “Fine, then you and Mr. Graham go straight to detention, understand?”

You nodded, and watched them disappear between the bookshelves. You turned your head to the stranger, who was still in the same position.

“You shouldn't have involved yourself if you can't take a punch.” You said, and nudged him with your foot to stand up.

“Mhm... my vision is blurry.” His voice was full of pain.

You winced the moment he lifted his head, a dark violet has been spreading around his right eye. “Come on, get on your feet. I'll help you.” Your patience was running thin when he didn’t move an inch, so all you did was slumped down the floor and sat beside him. “What are you even doing here? I thought students get to roam free since we’ve all had early dismissals.”

“Uh, just like you. I'm preparing for my project in our Science class.” His answer was still weak but he looked at you when he felt your warmth.

“What do you mean?” You connected two and two together, so he was actually your classmate. “Oh, are you new?”

His brows furrowed like what you said was weird, and from his point of view, it definitely was.

“I have been your classmate for a year... you, you never noticed?” The tone of his voice changed and his expression was dejected. As you quickly looked away because of the guilt building inside of you. “I even passed you my notes when you said you forgot yours.”

You tried to remember the times where you talked to him in class, tried even harder the time you saw him in your class! But nothing comes to mind, it was as if he was invisible to begin with.

“Can't remember.” You bluntly say, before adding up, “Now, get up, I'll take you to the infirmary.” Holding out your hand towards him.

His expression was still like a hurt-puppy and your words added salt to his wound, but he won't miss an opportunity to hold your hand so he took it without questions.

“Jesus, if you've been punched in your left eye as well you'd look like a panda.” There was coldness in your voice yet the moment he snickered you couldn't help but chuckle.

“I'd love to be a panda if it means you won't get hurt.” He says, and you'd be deaf if you say you didn't hear it. It was plain and clear, but you decided not to ask anything about it.

In just half a minute, you were in front of the infirmary. Opening the doors and helping him to get inside as he only has one good eye, his right has already closed. The infirmary was quiet as always, but this time it was too quiet. Calling out to the nurses in charge, no one greeted you back.

“Shit!” Cursing to yourself, before looking back at him. In his pitiful state, he’s in one of those sofa chairs that are placed near the wall. “Hey, come on. Let’s put you to bed.” All he did was to nod.

You helped him reach the end of the bed before collapsing into it, “Wait for me, I’ll grab some ice.”

You quickly left his side and went to the desk of the nurse’s station, you saw an empty ice bag and searched for a freezer to fill it with ice. Then, returning to his side you poked him in the arms. “I’ll put the ice bag in your eyes, ok? It will reduce the swelling.” But it looks like he was already sleeping the pain off when he didn’t respond and so you leaned over and put the ice bag on his eyes, and another on his knuckles that landed on the jerk's face. After your job was done, you were planning to leave and head to detention by yourself but he uttered your name.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Mhm. I was almost asleep. But I heard you walking away, didn't the librarian tell you to go to detention with me?” He said, his eyes still closed.

“Well, obviously, you can't do detention right now given your situation.” You explained with your finger pointing at the ice bag. “It's best if you rest here.”

He pushed himself to sit up at the hospital bed, taking the ice bag off of his face. “Look, I'm fine.”

The bruised eye was still twitching and the color of it stays the same. “Don't be stupid. You're not in a good condition–.”

“Fine.” He said as a sigh, prolonging the syllable. “At least, stay here, please. I got hurt because of the jerk.”

“Ha! Not my problem, I didn't ask you to do shit.” You coldly responded, being aware how he's using his current state to make you stay. Why would he even want you to stay? You barely know him.

But he knows so much about you.

“Please, just until I fall asleep or the nurse comes back. I just want to talk to somebody.” He pleaded, gosh, his pitiful state just added an effect for his puppy-dog eyes.

“You're so sensitive.” Only a small laugh slipped out of your lips as you massaged your temples with your index and thumb.

“Ouch! That sounds awful the way you say it.” He added, that only turned your small laugh into a giggle. “It's just, I never thought that I would be so invisible that you wouldn't notice me.”

Again, the guilt creeped in that you rethink about the times you took classes together. Were you so out of your system that you have passed a year without interacting with anyone, well, aside from your circle. But they were all in different classes and you don't share one with them, you figured that circle of friends was enough and you don't have to interact with anyone.

But you stayed quiet, letting him continue his sentence, “You belong with the Vortex, so I knew you were trouble when I first saw you in our class. Yet the days go by, you weren't really like them. Sure, Nathan was an asshole through and through. Victoria will make you a laughing stock on her blog. Yet you, you don't push people to their limit or crush them beneath your status and wealth. You're just, you just don't care.”

He talks as if he knows everything about you, that it made you step back. “Shit, are you a private investigator? I don't need a character analysis right now, Mr. Graham.”

“You know my name?!” You were surprised by how he almost jumped out of the bed.

“Be careful! You can get really hurt from your stupidity. And no, I don't, I just heard the librarian mention it.”

“Aw..” He sulks going back to slumping against the pillow on his hospital bed.

“But since we got in this situation, we might as well get to know each other, propely.” You suggested, to lessen the fact that you don't remember a bit of him.

“Right, I'm Warren Daniel Graham, just Warren is fine.” In turn, you told him your name even though he has already muttered it a hundred of times in his mouth. Loving the way your name rolls off his tongue.

“Did you know that we first met in the hallway, in your locker. I think you were talking to Victoria about how you'd be her next model.”

“Ah, yeah, I modelled for Victoria once. I think that was a year ago. And, a guy,” You stopped mid-sentence, that memory of yours when a guy accidentally did something stupid. “Holy shit! You're that guy who threw his dissected frog at Victoria!” You said your hands were throwing in the air.

“Accidentally.” He corrected, “Ever since then, I feel like I've been part of the Vortex's Kill List.”

You can't help but laugh out loud, replaying the memory that was once buried. Seeing the reaction of Victoria made you speechless at that time, as for the guy, well, Warren, his dimwitted expression only added to the fuel that was bound to explode from Victoria. You can still vividly remember how she slapped Warren, hard, then walked away and grabbed you in the process.

“Oh, shush, I convinced them not to. Nathan was ready to make you regret coming here, but I just told them that no one took a picture and the issue was already gone.” You explained to ease his worries.

“Shit, thanks to you, I'm still alive to this day.” He smiled, fuck, he looks so adorable with that grin.

“So we're even now.” You commented, you didn't even notice you already sat down at the foot of the bed and laughed at how the conversation was flowing so easily. Being comfortable with anyone that fast was never really your thing, it took a lot of time before you can show your true colors to someone else.

You noticed the fatigue in his eyes and how it slowly crept into his body, taking it over and how his muscles loosened.

“Don't go.”

“I won't, silly. I promised I'll go when you're fast asleep.” He nods, still trying to fight off the weariness.

It wasn't long before he is fast asleep, he looked more peaceful and you knew it was time to go.

“Oh my! I'm sorry I took my break too long.” A nurse appeared when you hopped off the bed.

“It's alright, he's just resting. He got the black eye from a fight.” You explained, grabbing your bag on the bedside table. “Please, take care of him.”

With that, you quietly walked away and went to detention. Just your luck.

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Little obey me headcanons pt 7

A/n: It’s been a while since I came on with one of these babies huh? Well I’m here with a new one now back and better then ever! Enjoy!!!

The Little D’s have transformation powers nothing extremely powerful, they can only really turn into objects or small animals, perfect for sneaking around as that is what they were made for.

With this information in mind, Barbatos was the one to send a bunch of the Little D’s off into different parts of the human world to gain information for candidates, using their disguises as objects and animals to spy on various humans of various different backgrounds….totally not illegal.

While Lucifer and Satan are different looking at first glance they do look a lot alike in the face, the same nose, shape of the eye, the way their brows bend and curve with each and every expression they make, you get the deal.

I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about Mammon smoking, but after seeing a lot of art and reading drabbles with it, I really warmed up to the thought of it. Don’t get me wrong, it was definitely because of peer pressure and he’s not good at it at all. He just does it to put up his “Nonchalant Bad boy” persona. loser

Yes. There are infact Cliques in RAD, popular demons, Nerds, Jocks, Delinquents, Normies, Gamers, Loners, Social floaters, etc. You get the deal, it’s painfully obvious too. You see it all in the cafeteria like in a stereotypical 2004 highschool movie and yes you are the new kid.

I have a feeling that MC would put Luke onto human world cartoons. Powerpuff Girls, SpongeBob, Adventure Time. You get the deal, but I think his personal favorites would be Gravity Falls and Adventure Time. He gives off the vibe that he likes shows with deeper meanings other than your daily life lessons. Ya know?

Also same thing with video games, I have a feeling that he’ll take a real good liking to Minecraft and Undertale. (He’ll fall in love with the sound tracks.)

All Demons have sharp teeth yes however Gluttony demons tend to have longer canines and just sharper and stronger teeth in general. This is how Beel is able to bite and eat all the things that he does, other demons can’t really do that.

It is true that Diavolo had your D.D.D altered so that it would be able to work in the human world when MC left, yes. HOWEVER, MC accidentally left the charger for it in their room in the Devildom so like after 2 days it died. It was mailed back to you after like a week but…I think you can imagine how that week went for the brothers…

“Why the heck ain’t MC returning any of my calls or texts?! It’s been a whole week!”

“lmafo, maybe they finally realized how annoying you are.”

“Shaddup!!”

“As much as I hate to agree with the idiot of all people, it is a tad bit concerning…they don’t usually go longer than a few hours returning a text…”

“Maybe they’re busy?”

“Yeah, Beel’s right…they have a life too ya know. They’re probably catching up on work.”

“Everyone!!! Look what I found!”

“…Is that, their charger?”

“Yeah! I found it in their room! It was still plugged on the side of their bed. Our human can be so forgetful sometimes. <3”

“Waitaminute! The heck ‘ere ya donin’ in there room anyways!”

“Yeah! The hell is up with that? Last time I checked I don’t remember MC’s last words to us being: ‘Asmodeus can come into my room anytime!’ So don’t think you get free reign!”

“Oh don’t act like you two any better.! Mammon, I’ve seen you digging around their closet! You too Leviathan!”

“!!!” “!!!”

“Well at least we found it, now hand it to me so I can mail it to them.”

“No way, I wanna mail it!”

“Nuh uh no way you’ll probably sell it, I’m gonna mail it to them!”

“Hello??? Are you guys forgetting I’m the one who found it? It only makes sense for me to send it to them!”

“I wanna send it to MC too.”

“Me too.”

“That’s enough. All of you.”

With Lucifer being the only one out of the seven to actually know where you live he ends up sending it to you in the mail. Along with some cash to spoil you for the next month of course. Lol.

There are royal guards on school grounds at RAD, though they mainly stay and guard the outside to make sure no intruders get in. If you aren’t wearing a uniform then you can’t come in!

Don’t let any of the brothers come with you to any sort of medical appointment you may have in the future. One cheeky joke from your doctor and they might be killed.

“Well MC your knee seems to be badly infected.”

“What will need to done doctor?”

“We might just have to cut off your whole leg.”

“……”

“Haha! Just kidding! We’ll clean ya up and have you bandaged and sent home in less than 15 minutes. It’s not that bad, don’t be so serious!”

MC’s just like “haha…yeah.” while patting their slightly growling demons leg in a “He didn’t mean it, he didn’t mean it.” fashion. As he’s literally determining the best way to kill the doctor you had for the past 4 years, Sorry doc.

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I really love that u include things about Takaras life here in our world and well it got me thinking how the heck would the akatsuki survive school in ur perspective, it can be anything really, u can even include Takara. I REALLY love her as a character

I need to be honest with you, and I'll try to put this in the most lighthearted way possible: I fucking hated school. Absolute nightmare, 0/10 would not do again. Makes my pulse race just thinking about it. I learn about socially uncomfortable things for fun and to this day nothing makes me stand up and leave the room faster than a scene where you can smell the school bullying around the corner. The concept of "school" in media is my white whale, my blight, my curse, my ultimate challenge, and it does NOT matter how trivial and comedic the actual scene is.

So my view of school is, perhaps, skewed compared to how other people think about it.

That being said, I'm going to do my best to shove all that into the locker now that this exposition is out of the way. Let's talk about fun school AU ideas!

The "Akatsuki" is a group of kids, let's think maybe towards the younger side, elementary school. They have little in common besides how one at a time, they all become outcasts and join in as a result.

The original Akatsuki are, of course, Nagato, Konan, and Yahiko, who along with being friends, became dedicated to an idea of justice and fairness. Yahiko moved to another school, which fundamentally changed the vibe. Nagato and Konan, though still great friends, are both inherently very quiet and introverted, Yahiko being the one that spoke for them all; Nagato promised himself he'd learn how to be a good leader like Yahiko was.

Obito, deeply lonely having just moved *in* to the school, begins to hang around, inserting himself more and more, giving his opinions and creating "plans" with them, such as where they should build their new base. Zetsu joins much the same way, merely being around, but seems more like he's watching than participating.

Hidan is a homeschooled kid that has a fence bordering on the playground of the school. He peeks his head over the top and asks the nerds what they're doing, climbing over the barrier and sticking his nose in their business before they can say no.

Kisame and Itachi are already friends, best friends actually. Other kids told them it's weird for two boys so different to be so close, and after getting in one too many fights are sequestered on the side of the playground where their opponents are not. Itachi takes interest in the group, so Kisame is along for the ride.

Kakuzu is the kid that legitimately has anger management issues. He's a very bright kid but typically is not allowed to be with others his age unsupervised, as his temper is heavy and always feels justified. He's brought under the watchful eye of teacher assistants to the playground, so that he can implement his social strategies for better behavior, and for god knows what reason attached to the group of outcasts. Honestly, for the best.

Deidara forcibly joins in because he thinks he can make them into what is, more or less, his personal fan club, being one of the two "art kids" with recognized and praised talent. Upon getting the cold shoulder, he sticks around, thinking it as a challenge. Secretly, however, he has no close friends; that's why he stays.

Sasori is in a similar way as Kakuzu, but in a manner less socially obtrusive. He's quiet, with a near constant steeled expression (see: autistic) and a great level of detail. It's less that he joins and more that the Akatsuki begin to merge around him, little by little, as the intrigue about a supposedly genius boy who doesn't talk to anyone but adults greatens.

The adventure begins when after this group is together and established, they find a lost girl in the woods behind the playground, scraped up and crying. She's so shy she can't stop shaking, not enough to say her name, so they call her Takara. Little by little, as she begins to be able to talk, she does not object to this being her name. She is regularly seen being held by the hand and looking down at her shoes. She "got lost" walking from the school to the playground-- hence her being in the woods-- and is constantly worried about being lost again and left behind. She doesn't say much, but she's always included. She is a student that is transitioning from private parochial school to public school.

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[Gravity Falls] Waking Days Ch. 4: The Stranger

Summary: Bill Cipher is reborn, but not in the way he would have wanted. Stuck as a mortal and relying on those who brought his downfall, he realizes that maybe he didn't lie as hard as he should have. [AO3 Link] Characters: Bill Cipher, Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines, Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Jheselbraum the Unswerving, The Axolotl Pairings: past BillFord Rating: T

A/N: This was one of my favorite chapters to write (Bill and Mabel just...work so well off each other, I wish they had more screen time together). Thank you to @megxolotl and @nexstage for beta-reading. Enjoy!

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Free-floating through the mindscape, Bill tried to find Cashier Girl’s boss, Sarah Wheatfield. 

Of course, there was no cleansing ritual. Bill didn’t know what the heck was up with the weird static in Cashier Girl’s mind, or how to get rid of it. Likely it was a symptom of a latent psychotic break, brought on by a glimpse into his dimension, but hey, that wasn’t his problem. The ability to make deals was as powerful as it was a pain, and for once, being able to drop the other end of the bargain worked in his favor.

When he finally found Sarah, he wasn’t thrilled.

I remember you, he thought and watched the woman arrange a shelf of T-shirts. She was middle-aged, with braided dark hair and a mole over her upper lip, one she bit constantly in a nervous fervor. Once in a while she would reach up and rub at her necklace, a rough string threaded through a tacky pink crystal. 

She’d made a great backrest for his Throne of Human Agony, but this also meant that she probably remembered him. 

No way of talking to her through the mindscape. She’ll know who I am.

He could take on another form if he wanted. He could look like anything he wished in the minds of humans, but he couldn’t risk some too-observant idiot connecting the dots. Best-case scenario, it’s a fit of horrified, traumatized screaming, which would be fun to watch, but not very useful. Worst case scenario: a quick trip to the town’s resident paranormal nerd. And the last thing Bill wanted was for Stanford Pines to know he got some of his power back.

He watched her fold T-shirts, fuming and trying to come up with a plan, when he felt something tugging at him, like a hook sinking into his middle, right underneath the bowtie.

“What? No, not yet!”

It didn’t matter how much Bill struggled to stay asleep when his body was waking up. It yanked him straight out of the mindscape, back to a dirty park bench with two children staring him down. 

“Have a nice nap?” Dipper asked. “Come on, it’s getting dark.”

Mabel sheepishly held out a hand. Bill scowled at it, before pushing himself up, ignoring the pout he received. “Like a cacophony of ten screaming toddlers with their feet cut off.”

“Why do I keep talking to you?” Dipper wondered out loud, looking slightly nauseous, “You never have anything good to say.”

—

Greasy’s Diner was crowded with a dozen or so people, and it was pretty damn unusual at this time of day. No one paid him any attention, which was good. People didn’t know the Pines were harboring a chaotic space demon, and it better stay that way. 

Stan managed to squeeze in between the Valentinos and find a place to sit, just as someone in the center of the big group of people cleared his throat. 

It was a well-kempt man in a pristine white suit. A gleaming, expensive-looking pen poked out of his front coat pocket, and the greying sideburns in his dark hair only made him more good-looking.  This man could’ve walked off the cover of a Business for Middle-Aged Men!

The man spoke in a soft, kind voice. “Hello, everyone! I’m glad so many could make it at this hour. For those who don’t know, hello! I’m Mason Jewels, the town’s new tourism consultant. I just wanted to get a better picture of the difficulties the small businesses of Gravity Falls are facing. Who wants to start?”

“Ooh, me, me!” Lazy Susan, standing behind the counter, raised her hand eagerly.

“Yes, you first, my dear.”

“Well, hi. I’m Lazy Susan,” she waved at the crowd.

“We know who you are!” Someone yelled from the back.

“As for difficulties, well…” She frowned for a moment. “Well, you see after last summer…”

“Nothing happened last summer!” Manly Dan bellowed from a booth. His wide frame took up most of it.

“Yeah, it’s the Mayor’s Nevermind All That Act!” someone else said.

“What happened last summer?” Jewels asked.

“Never mind all that!”

“Oh, right,” said Lady Susan. “After all that, I keep getting customers of the more…unnatural variety.”

Jewels frowned. “Unnatural variety?”

“Yes! Those little gnome men. And that bear with many heads. Not that I don’t like the business, but, well, this place is meant for human-sized guests,” she fretted with her hair. “And I don’t have the money to fix any more walls.” She pointed at a giant boarded-up hole behind the counter. A slight breeze came through the gaps in the boards.

“I see,” Jewels jotted something down in the little notepad he was carrying. “And the, ah, bear destroyed that wall?”

“Oh, no, he’s a peach! It’s those gnomes. One of them tried to get me to marry all of them, and they thought getting a ring the size of a minivan would do it. Couldn’t get it through the front door, so…”

Stan let out a laugh, then chocked it down when someone glared at him.

Jewels, for his part, seemed to roll with it. Either this man encountered gnomes numerous times in his career, or he was writing a note to send Lazy Susan to a mental hospital. “I see. Perhaps we can suggest some ideas on how to mitigate this issue?”

Manly Dan raised a hand.

“Yes?”

“Run ‘em outta town!”

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” Lazy Susan protested.

“Yes? Mrs. Valentino?”

“I, for one, found a nice cup of tea and a polite conversation went a long way. One of those bull-men had recently, ah-”

“Gone belly-up?” her husband suggested.

“Oh, yes.” Mrs. Valentino giggled. “And all of his friends requested funeral arrangements. They were very loud, and, well, bullheaded, haha. But after a few calming cups of tea, they were sweethearts. One even cried right in front of us.”

“Aw,” Manly Dan wiped away a tear. 

Stan rolled his eyes. 

“Yes, perhaps discussing better arrangements with your new patrons would be beneficial,” Jewels said. “What do you think?”

“I could try,” said Susan, scratching her head. 

“Anyone else?”

Stan raised his hand.

The man’s bright blue eyes fell on him. He looked surprised for a moment, almost like he recognized Stan. He better not have seen one of the wanted posters. 

“Yes? Stanford Pines, is it?”

“Stanley,” he corrected. “Anyway, aren’t you a business expert? What’s with the support group nonsense?”

“I’m just here to better understand the situation of all my clients,” Jewels replied, polite as ever. His voice started getting on Stan’s nerves. “What about you, Mr. Pines? I’ve gotten up to date on every business in this town, including yours. Any problems at the Mystery Shack you are currently facing? You are welcome to share if you like.”

“No.”

“That’s not true,” Lazy Susan piped up. “Yesterday-”

“Okay, there is…one.” Stan folded his arms. “But he ain’t exactly easy to get rid of.” 

“Troublesome customer?” asked Jewels.

“Worse.”

They were all looking at him. Damn him and his mouth. He couldn’t exactly come clean and admit he was housing that demon, of all things. Mayor’s Act or not, the panic that would set in would be a huge mess. “There’s, uh, this guy we’re letting stay at the Shack. He ain’t easy to get along with. He makes everything worse for everyone and then acts like he owns the place.”

“I’ve got a cousin like that,” Farmer Sprott piped up. “Why don’t you get rid of him?”

“...He’s got nowhere else to go, I guess.”

“Aw,” said Lazy Susan.

“Hey, don’t make it sound like we’re doing him a favor. If I could get rid of him, I would,” Stan muttered. 

“That is commendable, Mr. Pines,” Jewels said. The gleam in his eye caught Stan off guard. He stared at Stan for a few moments longer, before clapping his hands together and turning to the rest of the townsfolk. “Well, you can see how our problems affect more than just our business. They create stress and fatigue, and suck away our energy.”

Stan grunted.

“There are ways to mitigate that stress,” Jewels continued. “The tourist wave is yet to start. By then you will all be busy. But before you go, I would like you all to have something.” 

With that, Jewels opened his suitcase and took out a black velvet bag. He reached into the bag and presented…a set of crystals.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” said Stan. 

The rest of the townsfolk seemed captivated as Jewels presented each piece. Stan meanwhile, was starting to put his own pieces together, as he held his free crystal in his palm. 

Mason Jewels was a con artist, plain and simple. 

—

By the time they got back, Seven Eyes was already gone, but Bill could tell she’d been there by the ionized air left behind by the dimensional scissors. Which was for the better. He had no interest in dealing with that. He didn’t want to see her.

Things took on a routine. Sixer avoided him in the most I don’t care of course I’m over it! way possible by hiding in his lab. Stanley came back from whatever it was old men do on their days off, a tacky new-age crystal in his hand, and Bill found it hilarious that the two-bit con artist had gotten swindled.

Bill had taken his usual spot on the couch when Mabel suddenly appeared next to him and produced her sketchbook. “We need to talk about your progress,” she said very seriously.

“You know,” Bill remarked idly. “That ‘I can fix him!’ attitude ain’t gonna do you any favors in your dating life.”

She ignored him and flipped back to the page with the drawing of his badness level. “Maybe we’re going at it the wrong way.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. Can I sleep now?”

“You’re not taking this seriously. That’s the problem.”

“Sure I am! I’ve done all those things you asked me to! And don’t forget your end of the bargain.”

Mabel sighed, defeated. “Do you really like being a jerk that much?”

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, so listen close.” Bill lowered his voice for the dramatics of it. “Everyone on this planet, everyone in this reality, and all the other realities, they’re all jerks. Every last one of ‘em!”

“That’s not true,” said Mabel.

“Oh please,” Bill rolled his eyes. “You think people do things out of the goodness of their hearts? You think people are nice to each other just because? It ain’t how it works, kid. The big wigs up top invented ‘morality’ to get suckers to fall in line and feel bad about themselves every other opportunity. And those suckers? They do things not because they’re good, but because they feel good. That’s why you humans can’t even decide what religion to follow or who gets to die in prison. Morality is a scam.”

Mabel looked at him for a long time. “That’s a really sad way of looking at it,” she said finally.

“It’s not how you look at it, kid. It’s how it is.” Bill shrugged. “The sooner you realize it the sooner you’ll be free of all those guilt-generating shackles society’s put on you.”

“I don’t think so,” said Mabel. “I think you think that because it’s easier.”

“Whatever,” Bill flipped over on his side and pulled the blanket over his head. 

Mabel didn’t move. He heard her scribbling furiously in her sketchbook.

He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep. 

—

He couldn’t. Bill squirmed on the couch, restless, unable to calm down, and unable to tell why. This body was supposed to want to sleep, and yet despite how tired he felt, he still lay awake, hours later, staring at the ceiling, where the blue translucent light of the water tank cast long wavy shadows across its surface. 

The Axolotl was silent.

Mabel had fallen asleep, sketchbook still in her lap. Her head had fallen forward, her hair brushing against Bill’s ankles. 

Frustrated, Bill sat up and watched her. Shooting Star, the only Pines he was sure could have caused as much chaos as he did. Right now, she looked less like a catalyst of sugar hallucinations and glitter and more like any other human thirteen-year-old girl.

He should draw on her face.

Bill reached for the marker still held loosely in Mabel’s hand. She gasped lightly in her sleep. The sketchbook fell from her lap, onto the floor.

He uncapped the marker.

Then Mabel sobbed and shuddered, her body twitching. She curled up into herself.

Ah. Nightmare.

It must be the one about the pig again. Bill watched her shoulders rise and fall with rapid, panicked breaths, marker still hovering inches from her cheek. All of a sudden drawing on her face didn’t seem that appealing.

In fact, not a lot of things seemed appealing at the moment. Mabel Pines worked best as an unapologetic little brat, not whatever this pathetic excuse was.

It’s not like he owed her anything.

But he didn’t like it.

Fine. The kid would get one freebie, on the house. Bill laid down on the couch again and closed his eyes.

This time, sleep came quickly.

—

Mabel Pines’ mindscape was just like he remembered, except it was on fire. 

Crackling flames rose high above him, and Bill watched, floating in the center of it, as the inferno engulfed a giant cast of colorful characters, all screaming in pain. So not the pig one. This one was way more fun.

That’s when he heard the laugh. His laugh.

Bill looked up.

It was kinda surreal, seeing his own monstrous, spider-like form hovering over the glittery town of Mabel’s dream. Hey, she’d at least gotten his good angle! Bill should be flattered by the accuracy. He admired the screaming and the sights just a little longer before he remembered what he was here for in the first place. Right, find Mabel. Bill tore his eye away from his dream self and scanned the crowd.

There. Through the screams and the roaring flames and his own laughter, he heard it. Mariah Carey, entirely in meows. 

He floated up to avoid the crowds and followed the sound of her voice. He watched a glamorous hot dog run by, screaming because one of its eyes was on fire. Oh man, that’s why you don’t carry extras, that was hilariou-

He found Mabel.

She was sitting on the ground of some tiny gross alley, her knees scraped and bloody. Her sweater was singed. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her hands over her ears as she sang as loudly as she could.

Bill felt something in his center pull and twist, like someone had stabbed his eye with a hot-iron poker. Suddenly none of it seemed funny anymore. It was like-

His thoughts all turned to static. Don’t think about it.

Bill snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the fire and the screams cut out. Bill ran a haphazard hand through Mabel’s surface thoughts and threw the first pleasant one he could find over the mindscape. Pink, fluffy white clouds floated underneath their feet, resembling pigs, above which was a kaleidoscopic sky of bright stars. 

Mabel raised her head slowly and uncovered her ears. She looked around her own mindscape in disbelief. 

Bill was out before she could see him. You owe me, kid.

—

“Morning, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel grinned over her cup of Mabel Juice. 

“Morning, Pumpkin,” Stan’s usual demeanor gave way to a smile when he saw his grand-niece. 

“Eugh,” next to Mabel, Bill made a face. Trust even Fez to be annoyingly sappy first thing in the morning.

Mabel elbowed him on the side before clearing her throat. “Grunkle Stan, our not-so-esteemed resident has something to say to you.”

She gave Bill a look. Bill returned the look with another look, one that spelled he would rather pull his eyeballs out than do what she wanted him to.

Stan, for his part, looked unimpressed. “What’s his problem this time?”

Bill caught her elbow before it met his side again. He gave Stan a pacifying smile. Or, at least, his best attempt at a pacifying smile. In reality, he was thinking of more and more creative ways to rearrange Stanley’s body parts.  “Look, my bad. For the glue thing. For real this time.”

Stan still looked unimpressed. “And?”

“...And the shampoo.”

“And?”

“And that time I filled your room with geese.”

“And?”

“And for setting the toaster on fire. That one wasn’t even intentional, I swear.”

Stan grunted. “Not buying it.”

“Hey, I’m stuck here, in this awful, impractical human body. And you’re stuck with me. So why don’t we let bygones be bygones and make our mutual existence here less miserable? How’s that sound, pal? Also, is that a new undershirt?”

Stan stared Bill down. Bill smiled innocently. “...This is a new undershirt. Finally, somebody noticed.”

“Looks great on ya, less stains than usual. So, what do you say?”

Stan scratched the side of his face. “Look, I ain’t gonna pretend like every other word that comes outta your mouth isn’t a sugarcoated lie. But…alright. As long as I don’t get another toaster fire or…birds in the house. I’ll lay off.”

“It’s a deal, Fez?”

Stanley’s face made a funny little dance. “Don’t even start.”

When Stan left, Mabel took the opportunity to wrap her clingy little arms around Bill’s middle. “See? I knew you could do it!”

Bill squawked but resigned himself to his fate. If only she didn’t hug so tight, he couldn’t breathe. “Yeah, yeah, don’t make it a habit.”

“Well, this Mabel is proud of you anyway.”

Bill watched her skip away. He didn’t give what he’d seen in Mabel’s head yesterday much thought. 

As far as he was concerned, he got one of them, hook, line, and sinker. 

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Hello! It’s the same person who was asking about Fritz, do you think you can make some headcanons about how he was like in highschool? (And how he is like during work? If you got time ofc I ain’t trying to rush you)

Fritz Headcanons !!! || High school edition

Fritz was definitely known to be the dorky, nerdy AND the geeky type in high school. He wasn’t particularly popular in high school, but he wasn’t an outcast either- Just a dude that people knew, as Fritz was decently well known (recognized but not friends with them) and also were aware that he was clumsy and basically the first sentence in the beginning. (Story time coming up soon.)

He didn’t mind those titles because he knew he was that and wasn’t ashamed or upset about it like he was when he was a kid (Those words were used to insult him when he was young, but as he got older he didn’t see them as insults anymore.) It doesn’t bother him anymore and he does agree with it. He’d be a liar if he tried to argue otherwise, and he knew it. Being a dork, nerd or geek isn’t a bad thing at all. And he embraced that part of himself because that’s just who he was, and he was happy with it.

Fritz has ALWAYS been a klutz. Literally as a kid and as a now adult. People knew Fritz because they’d catch him tripping/falling in hallways and other incidents that happened at school [Science fails, project fails, presentation fails.] and remembered him for it. So that’s one reason why people know him. The other half is because those that have been with Fritz in projects or sat next to him knew him as a pretty endearing dude in his own right. That wasn’t what people really expected but it was a nice surprise to them to see who Fritz is, and know him to be sarcastic, flustered easily, common sensed and easy to talk to oddly enough and that he listens well. Much to their surprise also understands girl problems really well. (This man cannot count how many times he’s seen girls shocked by his responses. Guess he partially has his sisters to thank.) He doesn't like letting people know that though, he doesn't want to be a vent machine for people and tries to avoid being in other people's business.

Sometimes when he talks to girls though, and they end up complimenting him, Fritz- again, gets flustered easily. SO meaning poor baby boys face would get red. He doesn't even realize it sometimes until it was pointed out...making it worse.

Fritz had a usual hangout group he grew up with from 1st grade all the way till he entered high school. Around middle school they started drifting but would occasionally say hi or hang out after school until they were done with middle school. - but as he got into high school he made new friends in the clubs he joined and that became his usual go to buddies to hang with. He doesn’t keep as in touch anymore nowadays, but they chat every once in a while, just as a check in of sorts as the years have gone by once they were all out of high school.

Fritz was in a DnD club after school and if they had free time then they’d play during school too. He was in a computer programming class as well. Between that and stuck in music (he didn’t like it but had to participate because his sisters put him in there. Don’t ask if he knows how to play an instrument now because as soon as he was done, he gave it all up. He played clarinet because he sucked at everything else- but drums were fun to him. He picked up maybe a few things to play on some other instruments but not much at all. -)

He was sorta bullied in school for being big. I mean, he kind of got used to it but it did upset and make him kinda angry since the fat jokes were just really stupid and overused. He just ended up ignoring the dudes or gave them a quick "What the heck." look and moved on and kept going without stopping when they called out to him in the halls, gym, or if he was in class he just brushed them off. Sometimes he'd just stare at them with a blank expression waiting. It got awkward so they'd end up walking off.

But those are some things I can think of. He also never really crushed on anyone in school, mostly due to low confidence in that area and saved him troubles and drama [ Tried avoiding them until the crush was..basically gone or not as strong feeling anymore...] Every time he saw a breakup in school, it was just a good reminder to just focus on himself and not go for it.

Fritz was just a well-behaved student, got really good grades and wasn't the type to really put himself out there. Smarty pants if you will- He didn't get in trouble ASIDE from when those accidents happened at school. Not his fault that disaster likes to follow him. He never got detention or suspensions unless it was a whole class thing. Some teachers just don't care whether you're innocent or not of said thing that got the whole class in trouble-

Going to the nurses office or infirmary wasn’t an uncommon thing at all for Fritz. The nurses knew him pretty well and immediately started to chalk up what could have possibly happened as soon as walked in. He’d get or have Band-aids, ice packs with/or on him. Sometimes tissues too because of a bloody nose.

This man has crashed into people, fell into lockers, tripped over his own two feet, over objects like backpacks in the rows between seats, tripped going up and down the stairs, etc. A lot happens.

I'm adding on- 10/7/2024

Literally unexplainable things or things you wouldn't believe have happened to him. A piece of ceiling has hit him while in school. (Saw a YouTube video and had Fritz Smith written all over it*)

Water fountains have screwed him over, sometimes his locker wouldn't close or, better yet, he had to really screw around with his lock because it was old and he really had to yank at it at times for it to open.

A/N: Sorry if it’s short! I'm gonna separate the work one in other post just to space it out and so it won't make this one too long. I hope these aren't too outta character for the dude- apologies if they are! There also might also be typos in there…

[super-ion]

So I've spent quite a bit of mental energy the last couple days on character creation for an upcoming Pathfinder game (as I do). So of course, in true Char fashion I had to throw a drabble together to get into her head (directly inspired by a scene by @the-sword-lesbian for her character).

She's a half orc inventor with a fighter flavor. She's 6'6" and built like a tank. She's a nerd with special interests. Her dump stats are wis and cha.

***

They spot her in the back of the seedy tavern. She's hunched over a table surrounded by an array of incomprehensible tools. Half a meal sits forgotten on the edge of the table. Her brow is furrowed in concentration and she chews on her bottom lip as her fingers work at the clockwork before her.

The lead bounty hunter casts a look at the barkeep, who frowns and disappears into the kitchen. A few of the more observant patrons clear out and the remainder soon follow.

Not her though, she's too busy. She is absolutely completely focused at the task at hand.

She's big, she is half orc after all, but she has a roundness to her cheeks, a softness in her shoulders. She has a few faint scars, maybe broke her nose once, but that all might just be from lab accidents. She gives off the air of an academic type, some well fed student who got too many ideas about adventure in her head.

“Akhana Greystone?”

“Huh?” she replies, jumping slightly at the interruption.

She peers at them through light brown eyes, almost golden. One of the hunters, the newbie, decides the color reminds him of when there are storms high in the mountains and the river is fully saturated with the high desert silt.

Another of the hunters notes the ribbons woven into the messy braid of dark hair, bright pink and purple. She's brought in a few marks in her career and has never seen anything so frivolous.

This job is guaranteed easy money.

The mark makes an awkward smile at the three of them, not entirely sure who to address.

“Uh… yeah, Akhana. That's me,” she replies. “Y'all need any tinker work done or anythin? I'm kind of between jobs right now, but I'm not above a little bit o’ freelance if it keeps my belly full.”

She looks at them hopefully for a moment before her smile slips at their expressions.

The leader glances back at his more seasoned companion with a raised eyebrow, silently asking if this is the right person. She frowns dubiously as she nods.

“I had a pretty good gig goin’ for a spell there,” she nervously continues, starting to ramble as she returns her attention to her work. “Gunrunning and all that. Lotta time to be alone in my head to think about designs and it pays a might bit better’n working the forges. Hurts a lot less than the fightin’ ring too. But of course, somebody had ta go and ruin it. Jerk wanted a cut of the money, like we're some kind of criminal enterprise, if you can believe that! Okay, I mean, yeah, it's technically illegal and everything, but it's not like we we're doing anything wrong, ya know? Just gettin’ supplies out to good honest folk tryin’ ta eek out a living out in the wild. So what if some of those supplies just happened to be black powder weapons of dubious provenance? I tell ya what though, Ma ain't to happy about my face being on a wanted poster, her bein’ a former marshal ‘n all that…”

She trails off, perhaps realizing that she effectively just offered a confession to a trio of strangers. She looks around the room and seems surprised to find it empty. She squints at the three of the bounty hunters in turn, sizing them up.

“Aw heck,” she says. “You fella’s are here about the bounty, ain't ya?”

The leader gives a curt nod.

“Come in quietly,” he says. “Nobody has to get hurt. It'll be easier for all of us.”

She runs her tongue along one of her tusks, considering for a moment.

“Nah,” she says finally and returns to her work, slipping the last few gears and pieces of wires into the gauntlet.

The bounty hunters exchange a baffled glance.

“Ma'am-”

She holds up a finger to silence him. She clicks a mechanism shut and spins a dial, listening intently to some unknown response. She gives a quick nod, apparently satisfied, she starts packing up her tools.

The leader clears his throat.

“Ma'am, we're here for the bounty on your head-”

“Yeah, I know,” she interrupts. “I heard ya. Answer’s still no.”

Only after the last tool is carefully placed in its place does she uncurl herself from her hunched posture. As she squares her shoulders and cracks her neck, the hunters realize that what they mistook for softness is actually a healthy layer of padding over solid muscle.

The hunter on the left, the newbie, takes a nervous step back.

She slips the gauntlet on her wrists. Something clicks and whirrs. There's a spark and a tiny puff of blue smoke from the gauntlet.

She grins, her eyes filling with a manic sort of delight.

[hooliganarachnid]

“Miguel O’Hara is secretly evil,” “Miguel O’Hara is secretly an Inheritor!” “Man’s just straight up a vampire” “Nah he’s just half spider, and has fangs and stuff, but is not a vampire get your damn facts right”

Ladies, gentlemen, and those who know better, we have already solved the great “what is 2099?” debacle, and we just don’t realize it. Not a gosh darn scene in across the spider-verse was waisted, and no, people who are saying he is a vampire should not be trampled by nerds citing the various comic runs.

Because, tall dark and triangular is an inheritor, just not one straight from the spider-verse comic run. There is definitely not going to be some huge “oh no there were inheritors all along!” Reveal in Beyond the Spider-verse because a) that would be stupid and b) they don’t have enough gosh darn room for another plot point.

Miguel is an inheritor in narrative purpose. The inheritors are inter dimensional vampire creatures who feed off of the life force energy of spidermen (for those unaware) and by the end of this discombobulated essay I’m going to prove that he reaches all of these criteria. Inter dimensional traveler, check, and definitely, definitely a vampire of some kind. The spider-man 2099 in atsv nearly bites a man’s neck in literally one of the first scenes he appears in, with several stylized shots (specifically focusing on his teeth) that mimic the classic ‘vampire’ look. Heck—he even has a very deliberate conversation with Jessica drew where she encourages him to reach out to other people, and he says “no,” then “you know why.” Not “I’m too busy with work” but instead a much more vague and purposeful statement. This, combined with the very, VERY vampire—like scene in the same section of the movie seems to suggest that he may fit into some of the classic brooding, self isolating vampire tropes. (Don’t even get me started on the clear greyish/purple tone of his skin in certain scenes, which was certainly not shown in any of the 2099 comics I’ve read.) Gwen even calls him out on it, calling dark Garfield a “vampire ninja Spider-Man.” Sure, she could be using hyperbole, exaggerating “Spider-Man with fangs” to “vampire,” but it still is a valid piece of information in line with the other evidence.

But what about the whole “vampire only for Spider-men thing?” You ask. Well strap in because I’m about to nerd out on some excellent visual storytelling in this masterpiece of a film. In that scene where we flash to Miguel in his lab, being all broody, he starts up his whole introduction thing again. The same speech he tried to give Gwen “My name is Miguel O’Hara, and I was bitten by a radioactive spider,” is what is expected. It’s the same song and dance we were shown in the last movie, but Miguel very, very specifically does not say the “I was bitten by a radioactive spider” line. For my fellows who haven’t read the 90s 2099 comics, he actually wasn’t—instead got his powers from a genetics experiment gone wrong. Then, moments later, he injects himself with an unknown, glowing green vial. We don’t know what it is—no explanation is given, but VISUALLY? We definitely, definitely know. The injection shows us the same visual of a substance entering someone’s bloodstream and merging with cells as we are shown in every single instance of a spider bite. He’s artificially injecting himself with some kind of radioactive spider venom. The movie intentionally alludes to something missing, then, shows it in the same scene. We are supposed to interpret the vial as obviously spider venom.

Think of the sequence of scenes in which he appears—an intense battle, fangs out and very vampy looking, then (despite the two month time skip) he is shown injecting himself with spider venom, that, in the following conversation with miles, makes him look quite human. He’s in control in these scenes, at least, until the end of the chase, where he has full on glowing red eyes and is acting very, VERY violent. The substance he injects himself wears off. Like a vampire drinking blood and then being hungry again. The last key piece of evidence proving Miguel’s inheritor status (again, not an actual inheritor but a vamp specifically for spider-men) is found in the members of his inner circle. The people he calls for help to chase down miles. Jessica Drew, and Ben Riley. Two people who were not bitten by a radioactive spider, and therefore, likely have a slightly different composition of powers. They weren’t bitten by the same thing that Miguel needs to function, making them the only two spider people that Miguel chooses to trust, and let in wholeheartedly. So many other details about Miguel’s characterization make more sense looking at it from this angle. He wants Peter B Parker to leave not just because he’s anoying, but because Miguel is afraid of hurting him. He doesn’t want Gwen to join—especially not have her join his elite force for that same reason. He’s angry, he’s violent, and desperately trying to push anyone he’s afraid of hurting away. Fuck it—even the LEGO PETER thing goes beyond an adorable joke looking at it from this angle. He’s plastic! Miguel literally cannot hurt him in any way!

Anyway, just wanted to share my take on the movie, and more specifically, some of the Miguel plot points, while also defend some vampire Miguel truthers (as a comic book fan) because I think the idea is an excellent homage to the OG spider-verse comics. If you read this far, I hope your pillow is forever cold and your plants never die.

[licuadora-nasir]

First meetings

Pairing: chargestep

Warnings: None

Summary: Sidestep and Charge's first meeting. Beware of highly delulu Sidestep with nerd thoughts.

Notes: Thank you @silvery-bluish for proofreading River's delusional thoughts muac muac

Read it in AO3

FUCK SHIT! 

You didn’t hear him coming. Probably because you were so focused on spotting your target that you disregarded your back, maybe because he was approaching you stealthily, but the truth of it it’s that you couldn’t hear him. You couldn’t read his mind and the first thing you recognised after he popped up in front of your shitty face was the static. 

BREATHE. 

“Hey, hey, easy. I didn’t want to startle you, sorry. You’re Sidestep, aren’t you?” The Colgate smile plastered on his tanned face doesn’t fit in this part of the city at this hour. Even though he’s tried to look scrubby, his outfit is too fancy and doesn’t look anything like your scrubby clothes. The way he stands, too tall, too proud of himself, how he looks and speaks… Is he a model? He looks like a model. 

Or a member of the Special Directive. A cuckoo? No, you’ve spoken in reflex and he didn’t notice. An agent? Unlikely, the handlers and the staff look like grim reapers and lingering nightmares, they don’t have charming smiles with honey voices and deep eyes you could get lost in. 

Who the heck is this man? Why can’t you read his mind? 

“Yes,” You reply, after a few seconds. The best course of action is to stay calm, watch your surroundings and craft an escape plan in case things go south. 

“I’ve seen some of your fights and man, you know how to move.”

“Are you a fan or something? You shouldn’t be here, this is not a safe place for civilians.” ‘How to move’? How to move like the Special Directive? Like an infiltrator? The Hispanic man before you is friendly and chill. Could he… Be a stalker? Fuck shit, please do not be a stalker. 

 “Oh… No, I mean, yes? I always keep an eye on the new, competent vigilantes,” Buttering you up, calling you competent… What does he want? It unnerves you that you can not read his mind. 

He is rambling and gesticulating with his hands when you see it: He is modded! There are emitters in his hands, and you recognize what could be a rare design of a modded system with plasma core reactors. You once read an article about the possibility of subjecting individuals to modded prototypes based on electrical power, but you don’t know the details, even though you tried to dig and research, all the info seemed to be highly classified. Based on your assumptions and some theories of your favourite scientists, he must have ports and two more pairs of emitters in his lower arms. 

You remember being fascinated with this kind of modding, only an insane individual would agree to let themselves be modded with that kind of technology, but you have no idea if the people they tested these tech on even survived. 

“You are modded.” It would be stupid to pose it as a question, better to see what he answers. He must be a corporate hero or military, then. Oh dear, you wish you could sit down and ask him all kinds of questions about his mods, but he is not to be trusted. 

“Ah, yes,” He flexes his hands, opening and closing his palms, “are you a boost?” 

“None of your business.” Too carefree with his questions. Even if he is friendly, you are not answering the questions of someone whose mind you can not read. 

“Ouch, that was rude,” With a nervous chuckle, he crouches next to you, too close for your taste. “are you hunting down Disruptor?” Again with the prodding. You have a feeling he is going to keep asking, so you choose to answer him this time. 

“If that is the name of the moron that’s been sabotaging the suburb's water supply, then yes.” A villain has been messing with the water supply in the neighbourhood you had been squatting in and you could not sit idle and watch anymore. These people had been good to you, the least you could was catching this asshole. 

“Why? Many other flashy villains have been robbing companies lately, you could make a name for yourself if you manage to catch one of those.” 

“The LDPD and The Rangers are keeping an eye on those, but since this part of the city is in the suburbs and the villain hasn’t messed up with any fancy company, the Mayor and the heroes haven’t given three fucks about him,” You sigh, frustrated. It was so unfair, no one would do anything to help ‘the bad part of the city’, and you wondered who would fix the water supply and the broken pipes. 

“Hey, that’s not —”

“Shhhh shut up. He’s here.” 

The villain was tall and bulky, you were not sure about what his powers were, but they had something to do with strength and resistance, which, considering the physical disadvantage, sucked. 

Scanning your surroundings, you turn to lady-killer here, who is looking with interest at you. Is he waiting to see what you do? Is this normal human behaviour? But he is probably a hero, isn’t he? Then why is he not suggesting anything? Is this a trap? Is there some kind of malfunctioning in his brain? No, you are probably the one who is malfunctioning. Fuck shit, you wish you had paid more attention to the infiltration lessons. 

“So…” You whisper, catching his attention, “Do you know how to fight?”

(...)

The plan you crafted was easy. The industrial area you were in was full of abandoned buildings, containers and places to hide, so the deal was cornering Disruptor to the place Mr. Colgate Smile was hiding, so he could have a clear chance to take him down. The fucker fought on instinct, striking one or two blows on you, but surprisingly, the rest of the fight went smoothly. 

The mystery hero-model man was a good partner to fight with. He listened to your plan, made some interesting suggestions regarding what he could do and took the villain down hard and fast.  

“Hey, Sidestep! Are you alright there? ¡Ay! ¡Cabrón!” He curses, struggling to pin the villain down, “Mind giving me a hand?” 

“I’m okay, are you fine?” You go to them, bending down and holding Disruptor while Don Juan cuffs him… Cuffs? Why cuffs? 

“Yeah, this was noth—”

“Fuck you and The Rangers, Marshal!” 

…What? Marshal? This man is the Marshal? 

“You’re the Marshal?” You question him in disbelief.

“I mean… Yeah?” Shrugging, he gives you a confused smile. Stupid smiley man. 

“Why didn’t you—” You argue angrily, before being interrupted. 

“You didn’t ask— Quit struggling, Disruptor!” 

��Go to hell, Charge!” Growls the fucker from where he is being held on the floor. 

“Charge? Who are you?” 

“My name’s Charge—”

“Are you trying to tell me Charge and the Marshal are the same person?”

“Man, that’s entirely on you.” He chuckles as if you are someone who is supposed to be funny. A joke. Is this a joke to him? No. 

This is bad. Bad, bad. This is the Marshal of Los fucking Diablos. How long had he been following you until he decided to approach you? 

“I’m out of here.” Fuck the Marshal. And fuck Charge too. You turn to go but the not—so—charming—anymore man doesn’t seem happy with that.

“Wait! Don’t go yet, hold up until the—” He doesn’t finish before you hit the back of Disruptor’s head, knocking him out in the process. “What the hell, Sidestep?!”

“That shouldn’t be a problem anymore.” Before he can reply, you break to run, getting out of his sight. 

No pleasantries. No greetings. No goodbyes. What a shit of a first meeting. Hopefully, it will be the first, and the last one. 

[plaindangan]

How are the resident bottom heavy students of Hope’s Peak Academy celebrating Hyper Ass April?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Chihiro was less 'celebrating' and more so just ended up being roped into whatever scheme of the week Celeste wanted to do with him and his mega buns. Perhaps it was dressing up in a bunny onesie that ended up ripping and exposing his doughy boy butt - something that was mooning Celes' camera with his big 'Easter Eggs' (which she ended up getting Angie to paint on to cover it up...but not before taking tasty pictures to sell for massive cash~)

Hiyoko is throwing her weight about...literally. She's pretty much enjoying walking around, knocking over nerds with her heavyweight ass and getting people to fork over their money or do her homework for her pulling up that kimono of hers and letting her victims get a nice face full of her marsmallow ass~ For the 'lucky' person she happens to think a bit more than usual, she has them give her piggyback rides. In exchange, said person gets one full minute of enjoying Hiyoko's ass for themselves. Oftentimes giving the brat's booty a good smack or two or even just passing out ontop of it after a long day of getting bullied.

For Kirumi, well, its something she tends to put up with. She's usually too busy to really care about such proceedings, but winds up getting dragged into the thick of it thanks to Kokichi. Someone's whose request typically winds up with her wearing a drastically shortened skirt, a rather thin dark green thong, and writing on both of her cheeks that read (from left to right) in an obnoxious purple: 'Seat Queen'. To add annoyance to embarrassment, Kokichi often applied permanent marker to her booty, which makes trying to get it removed a true hassle everyday. She reasoned that, after the fifth day of such things happening, its best to just let things run its course until the month is over. Though, for a few students, some have wondered if Kirumi really minded her thicc, clapping, ass being shown off constantly - heck, she seemed to carry herself with even more pride than before? Well, regardless, doesn't seem like she'll reveal the truth...that easily~

[itsallsternutation]

Pinned Intro Post.

CW before we start: this is a sneeze blog (duh) and will probably feature a few mentioning of contagion and mess and that kind of thing. No emeto or anything dangerous here like that though.

If you wanna skip the exposition, here's all the links to my stuff:

My sneezefics (These are my forte. I'm a bit of a word nerd and sneezefics really bring out the demi in me. They're mostly F, but with plenty of M and Enby in them too. Also sorry some of my reblogs are in there. Tumblr's being uncooperative with me lol)

My sneezing (most of them are on youtube, but who knows, maybe I'll make some tumblr exclusives).

Hiya, I’m Saul Stern (not my real name. It’s short for It’s All Sternutation and I thought it sounded nice). Pronouns are he/him and they/them, but any work for me. I’m not picky.

I’ve been a big fan of sneezing all my life, whether they be in fics or in wavs, I thought it was the right time for me to give something back. I’m a cis guy with no allergies, but with really strong, desperate sneezes that come out real easily with a rolled up tissue. I love both reading and writing wonderful fics about itchy allergies and stuffy colds (I usually prefer F and enby sneezes, but I might throw in a few M in the writing part as well as a few of my own M sneezes). I’m also a big time handkerchief fan and would love to see some of yours.

Here you can find…

My Fics (I was blessed with being really really good at writing, but I’m also a very busy person. I mostly just like stuff with original characters, but I might throw in some fandom stuff if you ask nicely.)

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So yeah, here is me. If you’re within my age bracket and wanna talk, DM me at either here, Snzliker on kik or at saulstern2@gmail.com. My YT is also @SaulStern/https://www.youtube.com/@SaulStern and I post some sneezes there. I’m also Itsallsternutations on the SFF. 

Cheers, achoo’s, and bless you’s to all of you,

-Saul