#trying to rearrange this to cover some of the big points that HAD to be covered by Shirayuki POV

[konpeitonom]

can you do some college curly sex inside the changing room before a game 😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋

college! grant curly, locker room sex.

nsfw — lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader — cw uhmm fixation on panties? he really likes them. semi public sex/ you almost get caught. errr short n not proofread i lost motivation sorry

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; u guys r really liking college curly… what sport do you guys think he’d play? i will go based on popular opinion..

nsfw under the cut! minors do not read

— he had wanted to practice just a bit before his big game. asked for special permission to go in at the ass crack of dawn.. so with keys to the locker and equipment room, off he went..

— you just happened to be awake, pulled an all nighter to get some late work turned in. he dropped by your dorm just to say hi, maybe get you something to drink. but instead you’d had offered to come and watch him practice alone.

— he was happy to have you come along! you’ll be his motivation. and if he had the choice, he’d be spending every waking moment with you. unfortunately he couldn’t.

— by the end of his little session he was all sweaty, his hair a complete mess. he noticed your stares.. he’ll definitely have to tease you about it later. but he was beat.

— was that it? was that really all? no, of course not.

— you’d like to say it just ‘happened’, but you definitely planned it. you were stressed, he was stressed, and now you happened to have some time alone, in a semi-public space?

— the second he saw confirmation in your eyes, he went at it. grabbing your hair, pressing your face against the lockers and he slowly pulled your pants down. god, he really needed it.

— it was a lewd sight to see, your back a bit arched and your ass in full view. your panties were cute too, you’d had expected this.

— he rubbed a bit at your panties, laughing at how soaked you already were, “was this from watching me play?” .. “all this?” he’d say, pushing them aside to fuck some fingers into you.

— he’s a bit of a tease.. he’s just a bit stressed and is taking it out on you. as long as you don’t mind, right?

— he’d stop and rub his dick against your panties instead, thinking it’s funny the way you try to press further down on him. but it didn’t take him long to actually start fucking you straight.

— you’ll have to keep quiet. it’s a more reasonable time of day, so anyone can walk in at this point. his left hand is covering your mouth, the right groping at your tits.

— “look at that, you're dripping..” he’d tease, “you’ll have to clean that up, you know?”

— he’s much rougher than usual.. maybe it’s the way you clench around him, or how your panties pulled aside add extra friction- whatever it is, it’s rearranging your insides. you need it after a long night of mindless work!

— “fuck, you feel that too, hm?”

— still, he’ll make sure you cum first before stuffing you with his! he usually never cums inside, but where else would he..?

— he’ll clean you up at the dorms, but for now he has just wiped you down with a rag.. he got hard again at the thought of your panties now stuffed with his cum but someone’s already walked in! you’ll have to find a way to leave without being caught. oh well.

[minjeelee]

distraction: Park sunghoon

Contains: kissing/ making out , best friends brother , sneaky sex , unprotected sex , includes morning after, sunghoon has a big dick, let me know if i need to add more,

it was pretty much a typical weekend for you and your best friend Meera , sitting in her room sitting and talking , the occasional talk of sex , “oh my god i hooked up with heeseung last night!” she suddenly exclaimed “ are you kidding me? no way” you both look at eachother , she was so excited , “ yeah and he wants me to come over again tonight but i don’t know how to get past my brother”

she said with a small pout “i can cover for you?” you offer “really!?” she almost yelled im excitement “ yea i’ll leave your window open so you can sneak back in tomorrow morning? ” you suggest a idea “ oh my god! thank you so much Y/N! pleas distract sunghoon for me somehow , just tell him i’m sick or something” she pulls you into a hug before climbing out her window “good luck!” you yell before sitting the window shut , so it looks closed but isn’t locked.

you sit in her room for a couple hours on your phone , 10:42pm “i’m hungry” you said to yourself before walking down to the kitchen , you seen her brother sunghoon leaning over the kitchen counter drinking a glass of water, watching his show on the TV at the same time.

“oh looks like someone’s alive , where’s meera?” he asks you , putting the glass in the sink.

“oh uh she’s not feeling well so she went to bed a bit earlier” you lie , trying to put on a smile, “oh okay” he says before walking by you , and back to the living room sitting down. “ come sit here , you might get sick from her if your near her?” he offers a spot on the couch next to him , you gulp. “u-uh yeah let me get some food first i haven’t eaten in hours” you end the sentence with a small laugh “ do you want me to make you something?” he offers again with a smile , “it better than just snacking” he adds on, “are you sure? you don’t have too hoon” you question his offer , “yeah of course what do you feel like?” he stands up and makes his way back to the kitchen opening the cupboard. “mm i’m not sure what do you have?” you ask coming to stand next to him. “mm what about pasta?” he asks , turning to you. “sure!” you agree , he grabs the box out of the cupboard, before grabbing a pot and the rest he needs to set up. “do you want me to help you?” you offer , he turns around from the stove to look at you “ do you wanna make a salad to have with it?” he asks pointing at the fridge “ alright” you walk toward their fridge opening it “woah your fridge has been rearranged since i was last here! where’s your vegetables?” you turn to him asking, “oh” he walks over and stands right behind you leaning over you pointing at a box of vegetables , “here they are” he says grabbing it and passing it to you, you slightly stumble making him place and hand on your waist out of instinct.

after the pasta was cooked , you were still chopping vegetables so he had come over to help you , once again standing behind you to help you. you had turned around completely forgetting that he was there , as you did so he put his hands on the bench behind you , caging you in , you look up and him staring at his lips , they looked so soft and kissable , “hoon-“ you were cut off when he slowly moved his hands to your waist and connected your lips together , your hands went up to hang around his neck , you let out a small moan when his tounge slid into your mouth , deepening the kiss. he pulled you even closer walking you over to the living room , slamming you against the nearest wall, a groan left his mouth when you tugged on his hair , when he pulled away for a breath you let a whine out at the loss of contact.

he laughed and pressed his lips back onto yours , smiling into the kiss at the way your hands tugged at his hair again. his hands ran up and down your sides , before running them up and into your shirt, feeling your bare sides, he pulled away again , sliding his shirt over his head and throwing it onto the floor. you stood in front of him staring at his well toned body , his abs and how his muscles were sculpted, you could tell he worked out, “you done staring baby?”

he laughs before grabbing your waist pulling you into another kiss , he pulled your shirt over your head slowly , being able to feel more of you , still kissing you , he taps your thigh signalling for you to jump up , you do so as he carries you over to the couch , his hands fiddling at your bra , unclasping it and throwing it to the floor , he grabs the waistband of your silk pyjama shorts and pulls them down , adding to the clothes all over the living room floor. he pulls from the kiss again , breathing heavily , he runs a hand through his hair , he pulls down his sweats and comes back to kissing you, he grabs the top of your lace panties , playing with them for a bit as you roam your hands down his back and back to his hair, tugging at it when he pulls your panties off. he then pulls down his boxers , he pulls away , grabbing your hand and standing you up, he takes you back to the kitchen , turning you around and bending you over the counter he runs his hard cock over your slit teasing you , you whine out at him “you ready baby?” he assures you want it , you nod frantically.

he pushes in as you let out a loud whine , he’s fucking massive.

he throws his head back and the feeling of how wet you were, you were so tight aswell, he keeps slowly pushing in until he bottoms out, his tip kissing your cervix , he then starts to thrust into you harshly , you were moaning and whining out loudly, “f-fuck hoon! your so b-big” gripping at the counter as hard as you could as he pounds into you from behind , he leant over , pacing a few kisses on your neck before leaving a few small bruises, your moans were extremely loud , not surprised if you had woken the neighbours, tears rolled down your cheeks as you kept moaning and whining out his name , “f-fuckkk sunghoon!” you scream his name when he starts to ram your g-spot , you were getting close and he could tell , still relentlessly pounding you , “fuck fuck fuck! sunghoon i’m gonna cum!” you whine out “yeah? cum all over me baby “ he encourages you , quickening his pace chasing his own orgasam, “fuck! yes! sunghoon fill me up please! please cum inside me please!” you moan out a small puddle of tears growing on the counter below you, “yeah? want me to fill you up ?” he groans “yes! fuck please hoonie!” you beg him , “sunghoon! oh my god!” you scream out as you cum all over him , the clenching sending him over the edge “fuckkk” he hisses out as he fills you up , leaning over you placing a kiss on your neck. you both stay still for a minute or so regaining strength before he pulls out and grabs your waist. he laughs at your fucked out state , wiping some of his cum that was dripping down your thighs up with his thumb , before bringing it to your mouth as you suck his finger clean.

he picks you up and carries you upstairs to his room , gently laying you down on his soft sheets before getting in himself , rolling over to grab your waist , falling asleep.

The next morning

you woke up the next morning , the sun shining through his curtains , you wriggle around stretching as you feel his arm tighten around your waist , a small groan left his throat “mmm five more minutes please baby?” he keeps you in place “ fine” you agree snuggling back up into his embrace and warmth

on the other hand , meera had just arrived home , she ended up going through the front door , figuring sunghoon would still be asleep anyways , she walks in the door taking of her shoes , when she gets to the living room she freezes as her jaw drops.

“what the” she whispers to herself seeing sunghoon’s shirt, sweats and his boxers in different spots on the floor, she eyes the rest of the room to see a girls silk pyjama shirt and shorts , along with a bra and panties , “are they Y/N’s?” she says to herself inspecting them “they are..” she walks upstairs peeking into sunghoons room to see you both naked perfectly asleep, “oh my god?” she whispers to herself before pulling her phone out of her pocket laughing and taking a photo. she shut the door and went back to her room.

when you and sunghoon had eventually got up , realising both of your clothes were still downstairs he gave you one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweats , as he got dressed him self only putting on a pair of shorts , he couldent be bothered to put on a shirt , helping you downstairs holding your waist as you were a bit sore. you both picked up your clothes going back to his room, you changed into your pyjama shorts , still keeping his hoodie on “stealing my hoodie are we love?” he laughed at you “mhm” you let out a tired response throwing yourself onto his soft bed again “i love you y/n” he says looking at how comfy you looked letting out a small laugh “ i love you too hoonie” you pull him into a kiss before getting up “ i gotta go check on your sister i’ll be back okay baby?” you say shutting his door before going to meeras room

“y/n oh my god i need to tell you all about my night!” she says as she drags you in to her room sitting down, you listen to her ramble on about how her night with heeseung went , and how they hooked up and blah blah blah , then she asked why you and sunghoons clothes were in the living room , and why she seen you in his bed this morning “oh after you left i went downstairs for food and he was there , so we made pasta together and somehow ended up uh fucking” you laughed

meera was so excited “FINALLY!” she said shaking you , “ow fuck” you whined when she touched your hip , she lifted up your shirt a little to see his hand print on your hips from gripping you so hard “woah yous really had some fun” she raised an eyebrow at you”

“ you told me to distract him” you shrugged with a laugh

the end 😍

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Stop. Talking.

Fandom: Girl Genius Pairing: Gil/Tarvek/Agatha Summary: Tarvek and Gil are perfectly happy sharing Agatha. They're getting along really well these days. Except...for some reason, all of a sudden, Gil just can't seem to stop insulting Tarvek. He's not even trying to do it! It's just like when he was trying to propose to Agatha-

Uh oh.

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‘The consorts are fighting again.’

Agatha didn’t look up from the clockwork spread out on the workbench in front of her.

“They do that,” she said, distractedly.

‘In my experience, such restlessness is usually caused by particular needs going unfullfi-’

Without looking up, Agatha picked up a small death ray from a nearby stool and pointed it at a particularly pretty mosaic on the wall.

“What is my rule?” she asked, using her free to hand to rearrange the cogs.

‘My presence and opinion are unwelcome in the bedroom,’ the castle said, quickly.

“Correct,” Agatha said, and set the death ray back down.  “Don’t worry about it. Bantering is how they communicate.”

‘It seems a little one-sided for bantering…’ the castle said, uncertainly.

.

Gil’s plaintive calls fell on deaf ears as Tarvek stormed down the hallway.

“It was a compliment,” Gil insisted, hurrying after him.

“It was not,” Tarvek snapped, white-faced. “My family practically invented the art of devious, backhanded fake compliments so believe me, Holtzfӓller, when I say that that was an insult.”

Gil winced. Tarvek only made that particular nominal slip-up when he was really, really mad.

“Well, it was supposed to be a compliment!”

Travek entered his study and slammed the door shut so abruptly Gil nearly walked right into it. Gil opened the door and immediately ducked as a letter opener sliced by, directly where his ear would have been.

Gil stared in shock at the letter opener—apparently having been sharpened more than Gil felt was necessary for merely cutting paper—vibrating half-buried in the wood of the far wall.

“Were you trying to—”

Stars burst in his eyes as something heavy slammed into the back of his head.

“Ow!”

Rubbing the back of his head, Gil turned around and had just enough time to dodge volume 2 of the Encyclopedia Horrifica (which covered chanting, ominous through corn)

“Get! Out!”

“I’m trying to apologize!” Gil protested.

“No, you’re not!” Tarvek shot back. “You’re explaining to me why I shouldn’t be angry! That is not the same thing!”

“I—! Okay, fine! I’m sorry that you thought my compliment came across like an insult!”

He managed to avoid volume 3 (cosh through dzyzxs) but not volume 4, 5, or 6 (all of the letter E), which knocked him straight off his feet. Before Gil could rise, Tarvek slammed the door shut again. This time, Gil heard him lock it.

.

Agatha’s tongue stuck out in concentration as she picked up the fragile blown-glass bulb with the tips of her gloved fingers. Slowly, she lifted it up and set it in the gap between two pipes, holding it in place with one hand. With the other, she turned a dial, fraction by fraction, slowly increasing the pressure on the seal that would lock the whisper-thin—but extremely necessary—bulb into place.

Gil burst into the room with a crash of the door.

“You have to talk to Tarvek!”

Agatha didn’t even flinch.

“What did you do now?” she asked, keeping her eyes fixed on the task at hand.

“Wh-! Why do you think I did anything?” he demanded, indignantly.

“Because when he starts it, you have no problem finishing it. You only ever come to me when it’s your fault.”

“Wh-! You-! That-!” Gil sputtered.

“There!” Agatha said, as the pressure gauge clicked green. She locked the mechanism in place and stepped back, tugging off her gloves and looking at Gil.

“So. What did you do?”

“I gave him a compliment!” Gil said. “And he got mad at me!”  

Agatha gave him an I do not believe you look.

“We were talking about that big conference with the neighboring city states, and he made a couple of suggestions that were, y’know, Tarvek level sneaky.”

“Mm-hmm…”

“And I said…I don’t remember exactly what I said, but he asked me what I meant and I said we all know you’re a devious underhanded weasel, but this is the best double-crossing you’ve done since Sturmhalten’. And he—” Gil paused at the look on Agatha’s face. “What? It was a compliment! He managed to outplay the Other! That’s impressive!”

“He was also outplaying me!" 

Gil scoffed.

“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t talking about that.”

“You didn’t specify!”

“Why should I? We forgave him for that, he knows that!”

Agatha shut her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“He’s sensitive about it.”

Gil snorted.

“Yeah, no kidding.”

Agatha pointed back at the door.

“Go apologize.”

“But I didn’t do anything—!”

“You know what he’s like! He expects double meanings and power plays everywhere, all the time! You gave a compliment; he heard you trying to dig in the knife by reminding him of what he considers one of the worst things he’s ever done.”

Gil opened his mouth, outraged. Gil considered what Agatha had said. Gil closed his mouth.

“What is with you lately?” Agatha demanded. “It’s like every time I turn around you’ve said something stupid enough to make him go storming off—Gil?"

Gil had gone pale.

“Oh no,” he whispered.

“What? Gil, what is it? What’s wrong?”

Gil did not answer. He was staring into space, gazing at some unseen horror. Agatha took him by the shoulders and shook him.

“Gil!”

“It’s pathological,” he said, hoarsely. “It has to be. I thought it was just you, but no, this is, this is just what I’m like—”

“What are you talking about?” Agatha exclaimed. He lowered his head slowly to look at her, his eyes haunted and hollow.

“I’m in love with Tarvek.”

Agatha stared at him for a moment...then she put her hand to her mouth and let out a soft gasp. “Oh, it is pathological.”

“This is all my father’s fault,” he snarled, fists clenching. “All that work he put into protecting me and making me physically stronger and faster and he didn’t do anything that could save me from my own big fat mouth!” He collapsed forward, head on the workbench, arms flung over his head.

Agatha put her hands on his shoulders, patting reassuringly.

“I’m doomed,” Gil wailed.

“No, no, you’re not. Come on, Gil, you weren’t thinking about it before, but now that you know—”

“No!” Gil said, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. “Don't you understand? Tarvek and I hated each other for years! It took dying to get us to have a civil conversation, and now—!”

He clutched at his face, his imagination dancing nightmare scenarios before his eyes.

“I’m going to ruin everything,” he moaned. “I’m going to destroy everything we’ve built. You’re going to have to choose between us. When we have dinner he’s going to ask you to ask me to pass the salt because he won’t even want to talk to me enough to–Ack!”

Agatha spritzed him with the squirt bottle again.

“Stop that!” she said.

“You stop that!” he said, blinking water out of his eyes. “What is that?”

“It’s von Zinzer’s. He uses it when I start talking about dismantling the town for parts. Now listen to me.” She set the bottle down firmly and put her hands on her hips. “You are not going to ruin everything. You managed it with me, you can manage it with him.”

“Are you joking? We had to be trapped in the castle and almost permanently die about ten different times before you could trust me! And then we had all the–" Gil waved his hands around in a gesture that quite succinctly managed to sum up the overlay, his father freezing the town, two years of Agatha being missing in time, the collapsing empire, Martellus, Paris, England, god queens, inter-dimensional disasters, exorcism engines, and Martellus again. "–everything before we could be together!"  

"You and Tarvek were mad at each other for years, and it took you two days in the castle to get over it."

"By dying!"

'If you think it might help, I could always kill you again,' the castle suggested.

Without looking away from Gil, Agatha picked up the death ray and shot out a light.

"Gil, relax. You're overthinking this. Give Tarvek time to cool off, then go to him, and tell him you love him. No big explanation, just 'I love you'. You can do that, can't you?"

"Yes," Gil said. "I can do that."

He straightened up.

"I can do that," he said, confidently. Then he sagged "No I can't."

"Gil."

"I'll just start babbling! You know me! I'll open my mouth to say it and explanations will come out! Can't you tell him for me? He likes you." 

"He likes you, too!"

"But he doesn't love me!"

Silence.

Gil swallowed hard, his eyes going overbright.

"I can't tell him," he whispered. "Not when he doesn't...and he doesn't."

Agatha sighed, softly.

"Gil..." She picked up her gloves and began whacking him with them. "Are you joking? After everything you two have been through together? Of course he loves you! That's why he doesn't stab you when you're an idiot!" 

Gil caught the gloves and pulled them out of her hand.

"You don't know that!" he insisted.

"I absolutely do! You, me, and Violetta might be the only people in the world who really know Tarvek, and I hear the way he talks about you when you're not there–" She grabbed the gloves back and punctuated her statement with three solid whacks. "So I am telling you! With confidence! That he loves you!"

She pointed at the door.

"Now go think about what you're doing to say to him. Plan it out. Give him time to cool off. And then go tell him how you feel, or so help me Gilgamesh Wulfenbach, I will tell the Jӓgers you want their help."

.

Gil waited two days. Not because it took Tarvek two days to stop being mad at Gil, but because Gil was sure his nerves would eat him alive if he waited any longer. Tarvek had stopped leaving the room when Gil walked in, and Gil would just have to hope that that would be enough.

Tarvek was in the library, flipping idly through a book on poisons and occasionally making corrections in red ink. He didn't look up when Gil cleared his throat.

"I'm busy."

"I need to talk to you."

"Write me a note."

"Would you please just—" Gil sighed. "Just hear me out?"

Tarvek, every motion extremely pointed and deliberate, set the pen aside, slid the bookmark between the pages, shut the book, and gave Gil his full attention.

Gil's palms began to sweat.

“And let me actually finish, before you start yelling at me.” Gil said, and winced internally. No, that was much too rude, now Tarvek was narrowing his eyes and bristling. Quick, quick, the speech! You practiced the speech! What was the speech?

“The reason I've been so rude lately is because you—” No, no, no, no, you are NOT starting a love confession with it's your fault I'm insulting you. “I know I’ve been acting like an idiot lately—”

He paused, expecting Tarvek to make a comment, but Tarvek just raised his eyebrows.

“The thing is,” Gil said. “The thing is, I…” He took a deep breath. “I’m—”

“You’re in love with me,” Tarvek finished for him.

Gil’s jaw dropped.

“You knew?”

Tarvek snorted.

“Of course I knew. I knew months ago. It was so obvious.”

“It wasn’t obvious to me!” Gil blustered.

“Really? You didn’t notice that you’ve been acting exactly like you used to act around Agatha?”

“Eventually!” Gil sputtered. “So all of this being mad and throwing things at me, you were just winding me up?”

“No,” Tarvek said, plainly. “You were genuinely insulting and I didn’t see any reason to let you off the hook just because I knew why it was happening.”

Gil stared at him, and Tarvek’s mouth curled up into a smirk, the cat construct that ate the mutant canary.

"And I was winding you up."

Gil stared, speechlessly. Tarvek tossed his book onto the cushion beside him and stood. 

"Actually, I was kind of hoping you'd take longer to put it together—it’s fun watching you flail around.”

“I take it back,” Gil said, flatly. “I hate you. I hate you forever and ever and ever.”

Tarvek put his hand on the back of Gil’s head, and kissed him.

It was a very, very good kiss. Gil was relieved to find he enjoyed it exactly as much as he enjoyed kissing Agatha, which had been a concern, but then Tarvek put his arm around Gil and pressed in close and opened his mouth against Gil’s and that was about it for any sort of higher brain function for Gil for the remainder of the kiss.

“Um,” Gil said, finally. “You’re. Very good at that.”

“I am,” Tarvek said, sweetly.

“I still hate you.”

“Sure you do.”

[avacadokin]

Pssst I think you should write that fucked up fitpac thing

aughhhhhhhhhhhh fuck but im literally in the middle of writing another fitpac smut rn and ive got class, so instead im just gonna dump my ideas here and hopefully come back to them later

ok uh fuck pac uses his control over fit's mech dick (he made it after all) to overload fit with pleasure in purgatory to the point he cant fucking move at all, trapping him and taking him out of the fight until his 5 hours are up in purgatory.

or fit just fantasizing about how pac could do that, at any time just take advantage of his past trust and reduce him down to a pathetic moaning mess, taking him back to past encounters in 2b2t, how he successfully fought them off back then but wishing he wouldn't win for pac

fit going out to hunt, ambushing tubbo or some other blue team member not to realize that pac was there, killing the other blue but getting so low and his armor so broken he's completely at pac's whim, trying to run and falling horribly

fit getting called "big daddy" condescendingly by pac, just to rub it in his face how far he's fallen

a big fight between both blue and green ending with them being the only two left, covered in quickly drying blood of their friends and enemies (though at this point what's the difference?)

circling each other like starved dogs

ripping and tearing into each other pulling and scratching at anything they can reach when they finally collide

pac using the sharp hard edges of his prosthetic to kick fit wherever is closest, fit biting hard on his other knee to remind him how he lost his first

pac disconnecting fit's prosthetic arm, or just disabling it, he's repaired it enough times to know how to break it easily

tearing away his weapons and clothes, enabling some fun features he added like auto-lube and vibration before fucking fit on his own hand

pac hastily (he wants this to hurt) preps himself with fit's hand (slapping away the flesh one whenever it gets close) before shoving it back inside fit

if his prosthetic arm still had any feeling left in it it would burn from being trapped against the dirt beneath fit and from the angle his wrist must be at to get his fingers anywhere near his prostate (pac wishes it still had feeling)

pac getting fed up with the interference from fit's working hand, so he rearranges himself to pin it under his prosthetic leg, hoping the rough edges leave cuts and bruises, marking fit's entire body as his

then he sinks down onto fit's cock in one smooth motion (only lightly hampered by the blood dripping its way down from somewhere, pain is pleasure at this point so he doesn't care)

fit's hips buck up at the sensation, lifting pac up with him (the knowledge that he has so throughly conquered someone so strong does things to pac's brain)

one of pac's hands is busy restraining fit and acting as leverage for pac to fuck himself on fit's cock, but the other, pac brings up to the top of fit's bald head and scratches a bloody path from there, to his cheeks, over his pecs, and down his abs before resting atop pac's dick

pac gathers the pre-cum, blood and who knows what else that's settled there, before smearing it along a messy path up to fit's neck, where he just holds as he rides fit

when he feels fit cum inside him he doesn't stop, pac just grips even tighter onto fits throat, praying he's cutting off his airway as he rides to completion

then idk maybe they kill each other so they dont have to clean up, maybe they clean up and apologize and its terribly sweet for the situation they're in

[swanky-batman]

Hey, will you be posting a new part to For Narnia??

Ask and you shall receive, no matter how delayed this may be. Sorry! ♥

For Narnia Part 10

Peter Pevensie x reader, Edmund Pevensie x reader

Picking up where Ed left in the last part and the quest continues for Y/N

**Please note since it's been a while since I've consistently written I have removed all tags except people for this storyline. If you would like to be added back to my all tags please let me know thank you!**

Masterlist

Beginning - Previous

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Previously you and Ed had both taken turns leading but Peter seemed to be a better rider than you both so he had you hold on, at least you were able to help with the navigation and lookout aspects.

The terrain got a bit rocky nearing the end of the day however as you were going up a bit of altitude, you had to hold on greatly to Peter and you noticed you could feel him rumbling.

"Does the High King find this amusing?" You teased and giggled back.

"Perhaps." He mumbled with a chuckle, "Are you alright Princess?"

"I'll manage," You smirked, looking around. "We may need to find somewhere to stop soon."

"Agreed, I was hoping to get to that point there." He pointed, showing a point that seemed to offer a flat surface and some rocky overhang.

"Looks alright to me." You nod as you make your way there. You find an area off the exact path that should be big enough to hide your mount and both of you.

You don't go with a fire as you are worried of bringing attention to your area so cold food it was, you both sat and ate in silence.

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He watched her closely throughout the day, still in shock that he had found them.

After dinner he realized it would be cold without the fire, he almost gulped to think about sleeping this close to Y/N.

For being in her current situation she seemed calm, if pondering inner monologue, he wasn't sure what to talk about with her… the last time before he found the evidence of a traitor it took everything in him not to kiss her. And now that either of them could talk without the barrier of an arranged marriage in between them it was odd.

Her eyes danced playfully, "What are you thinking of?" 

He immediately gave a small smirk back, "Thinking of how much has changed and how much has stayed the same since the castle." 

"Oh really?" She tilted her head and her hair swept with it a bit, "How so?"

"You're still resilient, brave and badass." He smirked stating it, "And more comfortable with Ed. And for different, you look more… prepared? Calm but fierce. I am very glad we are on the same side."

She giggled and it made him soar again, "I don't know how I still deserve to have you on my side but I'm glad you are as well." She paused looking out, "How strange that I was offered into an arranged marriage and ended up making the best friends I've ever had."

Peter bit his lip thinking about the situation as well, "We are ready to support you… I am ready to support you." 

She gave a small smile, before looking back and meeting his eyes, "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you Pevensies." She finished her meal and they both agreed to try to get an early night's rest to start early in the morning.

He lay down, his back to Y/N as they found a little divot that protected them from the icy wind that now picked up around them and tried to sleep for a while, closing his eyes but alert to every noise. A long while later he heard Y/N.

"Are you asleep, High King?" Came in a whisper.

"No." He chuckled back his response, both of them turning to lay on their backs.

"It's pretty cold tonight." She spoke, shivering slightly, "I think that mixed with no extra cover from the trees is making me nervous. How about you?" She looked over to Peter.

"It's different, haven't had to sleep outdoors for a while." Peter spoke. "We could double up on blankets if you're cold."

She paused, shivering a bit more. "Would that be okay?" He nodded and they rearranged so they had one blanket under them both and extra blankets on top. He swallowed, being around her had already made him nervous but now she was even closer and butterflies were in his stomach. She rearranged for a moment and brushed against his arm which made the butterflies even more intense.

He tried to shake away the feeling, how could she think highly of him after the jump he made at the castle. It was more than enough that she seemed cordial with him. 

"That already feels warmer, thanks." She seemed content, he could sense her near him.

"Glad to be of service, Princess." He managed to get out as he was focusing on his breathing.

"I owe you Pevensies more than ever." He could feel the smirk and playful tone in her voice.

He chuckled in response and almost jolted out of his skin as his arm was resting against the side of her arm. His heartbeat was loud and fast and he was almost worried she could hear it. "Get some rest for tonight." He whispered quietly.

"Good night High King." She whispered back.

"Good night Princess."

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You woke the next morning and to your surprise Peter was already up.

"Good morning High King," you mumble, "you seem to be a much earlier bird than your brother." You state with a smile as you rub your neck.

"Good morning Princess," he smiled to you, "I think I'm just more excitable outdoors." He chuckled, "although Ed can be quite harsh in the morning."

"Really?" You smirked back, "I mean sure he's a bit of a grizzly in the morning but he tried to hide it." 

You started rolling the blankets up and Peter came over to help you, packing your bags back with everything you had.

"Onwards?" He asked as you nodded, normally you and Ed ate in the mornings but this may not be the best spot to anyways.

You both pushed on for hours, trying to scope out any spots to continue your path. At one point you both got off and started walking around an area to scope out how to cross.

A gurgle in your stomach drew Peter's attention, "Right, we should eat."

"I'm fine really, let's keep pushing." You blushed slightly since he seemed like he just wanted to get on with this travel and not stop.

"Too late, Princess." He smirked, unrolling one of the bags he got off the horse. 

You sat there while he insisted on making a meal and you both ate, mostly in silence. You did catch him looking at you a few times and on the third decided to ask.

"Did I do something to offend you?"

He frowned, shaking his head. "No, why?"

"Between the silent treatment and the staring I figured I was horribly transformed from my travels or just awful company." You wagered.

"You are neither," he assured, giving a slight smirk.

You stared, prodding him for further response.

"I-" he moved his food and looked down, "I just keep thinking about how awful I was to you."

"When?" You scoffed, confused for a second before he gave you a look. "Ah. Right. Well, I don't think you were awful. You were taking precautions with the evidence you had."

"I immediately jumped to a conclusion without letting you defend yourself. I was so thrown that it was a possibility and I let my guard down around my family and myself. I'm so sorry," He stabbed at another piece of food as he frowned.

"Hey," you slowly move your hand over his, "It's okay, really. There isn't even anything to apologize for. Please," you meet his eyes, before giving a slight smirk, "make a truce with yourself, High King."

He stares into your eyes for a moment before you both hear some movements. You both quickly cover as much of your stop as you could and ducked into the pit of a larger tree nearby and covered yourselves to try and camouflage. You hear the sounds even louder and some voices, it sounded like a party of at least half a dozen. You felt Peter's hand move slightly to clasp yours and you both breathe lightly. 

You both wait for what seems like a long enough time before slowly deciding to move. 

"We need to press on a bit more and find a safe enough spot to hunker down." Peter mentioned quietly.

"Agreed," you help pack up and you both head out again pushing hard to get further for the day. 

Once it's too dark to travel, you both stop. 

"I think we're getting close." You mention as you absently start unrolling your blankets.

"I think another good day and we'll be at the first location." Peter agreed, also unrolling his blankets.

The night passes by fairly smoothly but first thing in the morning you wake with a start as you feel rain starting. Peter wakes as well and you both rush to pack up and start on the move. It starts pouring even heavier another half an hour out and you spot a rocky overhang that should be enough room to duck under for a bit and is semi covered by foliage. 

You both strip what you can off to try and put up to dry and agree as it's fairly cold to start a small hidden fire for warmth and to try to dry.

"Of course we're delayed," Peter sighs as he leans back.

"I can't say I mind too much," you speak up, looking out, "I love when it rains."

"Do you?" He smirks over to you. "Well, what shall we do while we wait?"

"Mmmm," you think, and after a moment, "I think I have some wine in my bag somewhere from Ed. Or we can play ISpy. Or we can talk tactics or sword training." You smirk. "I'll leave it up to you."

In the end, you both found some small rocks and started going over tactics. After a while you also pop open the wine and start passing it back and forth while you discuss.

Then the drawing of the weapons, training back and forth. You had almost forgotten with everything going on how much you had learned on fighting. And that he and his brother had been the ones to teach you most of what you knew. 

He went to strike and you couldn’t help but give a slight giggle when you blocked and his eyebrow raised. 

“Very good, someone has been training.”

“Much to the dismay of your brother,” You lunge and he parries, too easily for your liking.

He strikes back and you start to buckle back to avoid the swing, falling back into the open unsheltered space and towards the mud. You hear a clang of metal drop as he reaches to try and catch you. 

You both end up falling into a particularly muddy area with a weird wet plop.

You burst out laughing, rather loud before you reel it in and realize you’re still trying to be quiet. You hear Peter start laughing from next to you and you both turn to face each other and assess the amount of mud. 

“Maybe I shouldn’t have tried that one,” He looks slightly concerned.

“Peter Pevensie, don’t you dare hold back on me!” You yell and laugh at him, he softens his look and goes back to chuckling. “I wouldn’t say no to some help getting up though, I feel fairly stuck.”

He stands after a few minutes, also fairly stuck it seems. He tries and fails to clear some of the mud from himself before offering a hand to you to help you up, a strong pull finally breaks you free and you are almost thrown into him.

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His heartbeat picks up immediately as he helps steady her after pulling her up. She still has remnants of a grin on her face from the fall and she is also covered head to toe in mud as the rain is still coming down but at a slightly slower pace than when they stopped.

She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen, he admits to himself at that moment. It almost startles him, the realization of how deep he feels about her as if she had just stabbed him directly in the heart.

“Well now we have to worry about getting clean and dry.” She breaks the silent moment, teasing him directly. 

He tries to think of something witty in response, anything; but his mind is blank except the praises he has for her. His thoughts of… his eyes go to her lips and he unconsciously licks his.

A snap, out of the ordinary happens not far enough off. Panic sets into her features and his as she grabs his hand and pulls him running. 20, 30, 40 feet away from the noise and she finds a tree stump with a large hollow at the bottom and she quickly pushes him in and grabs multiple surroundings, he feels himself digging his feet into the muck to blend in.

Both of their heartbeats and breath are racing as she tucks into him, trying to lay flat. Part of her is directly on top of him and he struggles to push the feeling down as they both listen.

Hooves, and a short whistle go off back the way they came. They both hold their breath as they hear another set coming from the way they had been heading.

They both wait for a few minutes, which seem impossibly long as they hear horses neighing. Some parts of mumbling break through the otherwise quiet area.

He doesn’t know how long they lay there but at some point he realizes he is no longer waiting with bated breath for them to return. His thoughts, as if a force is guiding him, focus in on her. 

Her breathing, now calm. 

Her heartbeat, still fast and alert but not as fast as it had been.

Her left hand, tucked into his arm as she had fallen into him and grabbed his arm.

Her head, on his shoulder.

Her smell, still her. Even through the mud and very musty smell of the tree hollow.

And then another thought pops into his head, not as alarming -surprisingly- as the last. He loves her.

What to do with that thought, he was unsure but they sit here and wait and he continues to study her.

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@ttawny, @hopebaker, @viirgobbyy, @holybatflapexpert

[mrscorcoran]

One more secret won't hurt / Bunny x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Notes: I saw a fancasting on pinterest and they put Dane Dehaan as Bunny, and like... yeah.

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Chapter 4: Critters on my mind

The Sunday hike lifts my spirits after the overwhelming Saturday I had. After Judy left, and with half a bottle of wine inside of me, I was able to sit down at my desk and get some work done before going to bed. The Frankenstein essay remains unfinished (unstarted if I’m being honest), but that one’s due in a couple of weeks so I’m not too worried.

I decide to take one of the southern trails that goes behind the dorms. It covers a few miles of woods, then goes down a steep slope, leading to a small creek, then back up to come out near the cafeteria in the eastern side of campus. I take my camera with me in case I run into any critters. I like decorating my walls with photos of my little findings. My favorites are the frogs and newts near the water. But with the temperature going down a few degrees every week into autumn, I don’t expect to find many down by the creek.

Despite my efforts to focus on the hike and the beauty of nature surrounding me, I still find myself going back time and time again to wondering about the Greek class. Were they all really as awful as Judy said? Not that I don’t trust her, but actors can be a bit dramatic, specially when trying to prove a point. Do classics majors have a dress code? Maybe they just enjoy dressing like pretentious dorks. They look good though. I look like I belong in the woods, living under a toadstool. ‘Cottagecore’ some might call it. Though it’s not so different from what Camilla and Charles were wearing.

I photograph a few moths I find perched on tree trunks. I think I see a snake, slithering away under a bunch of dry leaves, but it’s gone before I can even point my camera at it. I wonder if Bunny likes critters too, being nicknamed after one.

I wonder if he likes hiking.

I wonder why I keep wondering about all these irrelevant things.

I scold myself every single time my mind wanders back to the mysterious boy.

I eventually reach the end of the trail and spot the cafeteria in the distance. From there, it’s another 20-minute walk across campus to my room. I don’t feel like interacting with anyone, so I lock the door once I’m inside my room and spend the rest of the day listening to music and rearranging my critter photos to accommodate the new ones on the wall. Hopefully, the new week will go more smoothly. Maybe going to classes will help push the Greek class away.

Thankfully it does work. With each passing day, I find myself spending less and less time thinking about them. It also helps that they seriously disappear inside the green building all day long, and campus is big, so I don’t see any of them around. I go to my classes, do my reading, hang out with Judy, and avoid her friends at my usual spots. The routine resets my brain to its normal settings. However, as Saturday approaches again, I notice I’m more eager than usual to go down to the library. There’s no guarantee they’ll even be there again. But the hope that they might carries me seamlessly to the end of the week.

I walk into the library, shaking with anticipation, and to my delight, I immediately spot them sitting at the same table, Bunny happily chatting away in a similar volume as the last time. I can feel my brain chemistry rearranging itself and wonder if I should start taking some meds after all.

[myloveforhergoeson]

Basorexia and Brontide. 😉

hi bestie <3333 here is basorexia: an overwhelming desire to kiss and brontide: the low rumbling of distant thunder :)

At the pool, Roxy's ears perked up at the sound, a deep grumbling coming from somewhere in the distance. In what felt like an instant, the once-sunny California sky was covered in angry gray clouds, ruining the afternoon for nearly all of the Palm Woods teen residents and their precious weekend time.

To save themselves from getting soaked by the rain, instead of soaking in the pool like they'd desired, Big Time Rush and their friends reluctantly made their way up to 2-J to see if there was anything worthwhile on the TV to take their minds off their ruined outing.

While it normally took the band, their assistant, and Jo and Camille ages to pick something out if they were all together, the rain beginning to come down outside seemed to influence their decision.

As Logan flipped through the channels, and the soft drops of rain began to tap at the windows, Jo suggested, "How about something spooky?"

After she finished, a large clap of thunder eminated from the sky above, as though someone, or something, had approved of her choice.

Though the writer took note as Logan flinched at the suggestion, she and what seemed like most of her friends agreed with the girl's idea. Carlos even got up and raced to the light panel, switching off all of the lights in the apartment. Now, the only traces left to help them see anything were the intermittent flashes of lightning and the soft TV glow as Logan continued to surf.

"Oh! There!" Camille pointed out a show, Adventures with Ghosts, that was starting in just a few minutes. "I'm trying out for a ghosthunting show parody and this could be an excellent character study!"

Despite most of their friends, namely Kendall and James, letting out a scoff at her request, they were at Logan's mercy, and he certainly wasn't about to argue with Camille.

So, everyone huddled onto the large orange sectional, Adventures with Ghosts began, and the worst hour of television any of them had ever seen began to roll.

Within the first ten minutes, a deep dive into the history of the episode's haunted location, James was snoozing away on his girlfriend's shoulder.

Roxy didn't think much of it, and was slightly interested to learn more about ghostly beliefs after her strange dream about being one just before Halloween, the hosts' storytelling just grew more and more convoluted. Spinning a complicated web that just seemed to tangle together and connect completely unrelated things at the location to one another to justify the paranormal investigation.

That's about when she tapped out too, bringing her cheek to rest on James' soft hair while she closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sounds outside. Though the rain continued to tap at the glass beside them, the thunder seemed to have rolled on, off to terrorize another part of Los Angeles.

That was nice, until one of the hosts of the show began screaming expletives into the pitch-black void in front of them. Had Roxy actually been a ghost, that certainly would have pissed her off enough to knock a flower vase off a table or menacingly rearrange some furniture, as their friend Stephanie had attempted to terrorize the five with.

Instead of focusing on that, the girl snuggled deeper into her boyfriend, bringing one finger to her ear to block out all the necessary shouting from the stereo system in front of her. Attempting to let her mind wander, she took a few slow breaths, before James shifted beside her. It was only a matter of time before the slow rise and fall of his chest against her arm brought the mess of her inner workings to him - More specifically, her favorite time they'd been cuddled on 2-J's couch.

The week Griffin had disbanded Big Time Rush ahead of the release of their first album and nationwide tour had been the worst week of Roxy's life. She'd experienced a whole range of emotions, often changing so fast it was giving her whiplash, between moving back to the Midwest, before moving back to Los Angeles again, fighting with her friends, being kidnapped... Though, throughout it all, James had been her rock.

Especially their first night back in 2-J, when she'd broken down in front of him for the very first time. While voicing her feelings didn't come easy to her, she much preferred to work them out in the pages of her songbook, something about that night had been different, overwhelming to the point where she couldn't hold it in any longer and the storm of tears began.

That night, he'd cradled her tightly in his arms, assuring her that no matter what, it was them against the world.

You and me, Roxy. That's all we need.

Even now, months later, she could practically feel the soothing circles he'd rubbed into her back while she sobbed into his t-shirt, the sensation of his hands cupping her cheeks and brushing away her tears, the plush of his chest as she fell asleep in his embrace.

Roxy should have known right then and there that they were destined to be together, but she was too blinded by her own worries to think straight.

I should have kissed him. She thought, finally able to look back on the situation with a newfound level of clarity. Anyone within a thousand-mile radius was probably able to feel the waves of affection radiating off of him that night. And I'll never miss the opportunity to kiss him again.

And judging by the flip turn of her stomach at the mental vow, right now was also one of those moments.

Carefully, Roxy lifted her cheek from James', and pressed her lips to the top of his head.

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 146 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: taking a bubble bath.

"I suppose I do probably owe you some sort of explanation. (big sigh) Right." It’s been a while since we had a statement that made me go: “Nobody writes like that” xD That's something you'd use verbally, but not written down. Maybe it’s one of those dictated statements.

"But dad was weirdly protective of me, kept trying to keep me around, like he was terrified that the world outside was going to hurt me." He kinda was right?

There is something deeply terrifying about luring children into a trap like the Distortion did with the green jumping rope. Horror genre-wise my thoughts immediately jumped to It, when Pennywise baited Georgie with the paper boat. Otherwise, for me personally there seems to be more to this concept because I often have nightmares about this. Can’t remember any event that might have triggered this though. Maybe it’s just a horror favorite of mine. That moment in those nightmares, when I realize it's a lure, always hits so hard...

"Something was holding the other end, and it was trying to pull me. For one, awful moment, I found myself frozen in a tug-of-war with whatever was inside that door, clinging desperately to that rope as it stretched away and vanished into blackness." Getting goosebumps! I love horror stories with something we can't see interacting with our world. (Absolutely loved this in MAG 9 for example, the beast pounding on the door. Or MAG 63, the shadows holding the statement giver's friend. Hm, usually this is a Dark thing...)

"I told my parents, of course, but they didn’t believe me. They just thought I’d lost it, and was making up wild stories to cover it up." Ahhh, typical Spiral, one of these very real fears. I have very bad childhood memories about this. I hated being a child and not being taken seriously or an easy scapegoat. Not that it got better when it comes to being taken seriously... Yeah, really looking forward to MAG 177... /sarcasm

I love the just-a-few-sentences door stories!

"I’m… sorry; I didn’t mean to get so deep into my issues." Ha, effect of the Eye/Archivist presence?

JON: "But now I decide to start looking properly into Hill Top Road, and all of a sudden I’m drawn to rearrange a filing cabinet, and what do I find behind it?" All of a sudden drawn to do something, you say. After digging into Hill Top Road... I mean, at least Jon seems aware of this being weird. That perhaps contributed to him thinking he's being manipulated by the Web (+ trying to deny it's really him seeking out live statements). And... he actually was manipulated, just not in the way he thought...

HELEN: "No. I imagine not. I decided it was time to finish that game a few months ago." A few months ago... like 10 months ago maybe? When Helen came to Jon in MAG 115? And now he comes to her... Luckily not about the feeding thing. Helen steered the conversation into this direction. And Helen is a terrible conversational partner when it comes to talking about their relationships with the Fears. Daisy is way better for this.

HELEN: "Is it? We do what we need to do when it comes to feeding, don’t we? (pointed) Don’t we, Archivist?" JON: "Yes." Yeah, pre-empted it in the previous bullet point, Helen knows whats going on and of course she's rubbing salt into that wound. Jon sounds so scared when he answers. Like, he's coming to terms that it's actually him choosing to feed and perhaps that scares him even more than being manipulated into doing it.

HELEN: "There is something wrong with Hill Top Road. You know it as well as I do. Some strange scar on reality at the center of – whatever it is that the Spider is spinning." Oh, the foreshadowing^^

JON: "I, I want to know: Can the Web control another avatar, one that serves a different power? Make them do things they don’t want to, make them –" JON: "– find victims, feed –" [HE BREAKS OFF; HELEN IS CLEARLY GETTING TO HIM.] HELEN: "Oh, perhaps. Perhaps not. Would that make life easier for you? Are you so sure you didn’t want to?" Yeah, that. Helen always knows how to twist the knife.

Just like we heard a few short horror stories about doors, we now get short statements! I wonder, if these were ideas which didn't make it into a full statement.

JON: "I was walking the streets; I – I thought I was trying to clear my head…" DAISY: "But you were hunting." Oh course, Daisy knows that feeling. I'm glad she's here.

JON: "I don’t record anything anymore, not, not really;" Not really-counter of S4: 16!

BASIRA: "You’re a danger, Jon. A monster. You’re hurting innocent people." JON: "So did Daisy." BASIRA: "Shut up. It’s not the same thing at all." DAISY: "Basira. He has a point." Until this point Basira was  admittedly cold towards Jon, but never hostile. Sometimes she even (tried) to help him in a caring way (coffee after trying to Know, telling Jon he doesn't have to look at the Dark Sun...) That ship has sailed now. She wasn't trusting Jon when he woke up and it looked like that gradually changed a bit, but now that trust is destroyed, and even worse, Basira probably feels verified about not wanting to trust Jon. Jon immediately brings up Daisy, he probably thought about this long enough and hoped Basira would cut him some slack because she didn't care about it either when Daisy did it. He kind of throws Daisy under the bus there a bit, but she knows it's true and relevant to Basira. Really, reeeeally glad Daisy is here. She's adds an important perspective to this situation.

BASIRA: "You didn’t know what you were doing." [DAISY MAKES A PAINED SOUND, AS IF TO CONTRADICT HER, BUT STOPS.] BASIRA: "And since you did, you’ve spent every waking hour resisting. He knows exactly what he’s doing." We already heard Daisy's view on this in MAG 142. She said "I hate a lot of what I did back then; doesn’t mean I’m not responsible for it, doesn’t mean it wasn’t me." Basira fully loses the capability of seeing this situation in a more objective way. Seeing, that Daisy was like this as well. But Daisy has been doing this for a lot longer than Jon and probably had a lot of time thinking about it in the coffin and since she's been out. To Jon this is rather new and he has almost no support. No wonder he's not handling it well...

Here's the thing. If you give people the feeling, they have no right to contribute to a discussion, it will scar them and in the future they will handle situations like this badly, even if they get an equal vote. Hmmm, does that come up later...?

MELANIE: "B-Basira – Come, come on." [BASIRA LEAVES, SHUTTING THE DOOR BEHIND HER.] [MELANIE SIGHS.] JON: "Well, that was…" DAISY AND MELANIE: "Shut up." For the comedic effect it was better that Daisy also says "Shut up", but I think it's a bit out of character given the way she just engaged in this conversation.

@a-mag-a-day

[miloscat]

[Review] Avatar The Last Airbender: Bobble Battles (PC)

A budget licensed RTS, it's about what you'd expect.

Frima Studio is a successful French Canadian developer: over the years they've done lots of casual, Flash, and mobile games, as well as some console stuff. I just found out they're working on a Risk of Rain spinoff currently. But one of their first jobs was making a tie-in Avatar strategy game in 2007, and they did it competently enough.

Based on Books 1 and 2 of the show, Bobble Battles takes its name from the "bobblehead" art style, better known as chibi or super deformed, which was employed in a few other spinoff projects like animated shorts, comics, and video games. It's an appealing look and helps a bit with readability of the characters when you're zoomed out (although character design could have differentiated common unit types a lot more), but you can't appreciate the look too well unless you're zoomed in, in which case the game is much less playable.

As a real-time strategy game in the vein of your Warcrafts and Dune 2s, it's been simplified and streamlined to the nth degree. There's only one resource, no upgrading, a handful of unit types that act identically between factions, and a basic control scheme. The limited nature of the controls hurt it as moving between the arrow keys to shift your view and the numbers for control groups is uncomfortable. Those are pretty much your only functions by the way; there's no attack-move or other specialised move commands, although hero units do have more flashy attacks.

I'm no RTS die-hard but even having played a bit of Starcraft and Age of Empires back in the day I couldn't help but find Bobble Battles wanting in gameplay. There's no rally points, few hotkeys, and just getting your units to do anything is a hassle. Selecting control groups instantly shifts the camera over to them, there's always a pause before they execute your commands, and they need to be heavily micromanaged to attack targets. Pathfinding in narrow spaces can be atrocious, with your guys often milling around or getting stuck on walls when you're on a city-based level. On the whole there's a lot of pain points in the micro scale, and little need for macromanagement at all. I understand the desire to create a game in this genre for younger audiences, but it's not just dumbed down, it feels shonky and shallow.

The game is structured in three campaigns. The first two more or less cover the heroes' journey through the first two seasons of the show, while the third has you playing as the Fire Nation trying to stop them. After completing these you unlock the Timeline mode, which rearranges the scenarios into chronological order... this seems superfluous. The missions do try to have some variety between small-scale hero exploration and production maps and to give you different kinds of objectives. They do a decent job at this, although the scope never gets very big. The most that will ever be demanded of you is juggling three control groups to defend three settlements that are pretty close together, but again this is baby's first RTS so I don't knock it for lacking difficulty.

As an Avatar game, it's kind of cool seeing events from the show reinterpreted into a new genre. You rarely had squads of people running around battling in the series, so there's some novelty to that. The characters having unique abilities is fun, and I got a kick out of seeing the designs of building and units between the nations. There's even one unique creature here, the goat-like mount that Water Tribe riders use. [EDIT: This beast does actually appear briefly in the North Pole episodes.] Only covering two-thirds of the show is a bit of a letdown, although to be fair it's an unavoidable consequence of the passage of time and when the game was commissioned. Can't argue with the immutable laws of time and space.

Bobble Battles is essentially fine. It works. There's even some creativity in how it's interpreting the source material and in the scenarios, but by attempting to simplify what is generally a complex genre, I think they went too far and actually hurt the playability. And that's before mentioning the dodgy behaviour of your units. It gets points for its uniqueness within the sphere of Avatar games, but it's hard to recommend except for completionists like me, and they would just play it anyway so it doesn't matter what I say about it!

[shelly-ya]

Study 9

Part1 | part2 | part3 | part4 | part5 | part6 | part7 | part8 | part9

Previously

"Welcome to the show Toman" as he knicked your skin with the knife causing a droplet of blood to glide down your stomach. Gasping and ready to pull away. "I wouldn't do that I could give you a mortal wound if you struggle like that."

You were visibly scared at this point. The older man taunting the three toman members. Baji had a hair tie in his mouth as he gathered his scattered hair together and tied it in a pony tail.

"Only three of us are needed here" kazutora said picking up a pipe from nearby

"We are the division captains after all" mitsuya said taking a fighting stance

"And you better hope name Chan isn't hurt beside that little knick on their stomach. Better yet do us all a favor and cover them back up before I rearrange your face" baji insisted as he walked forward casually. The opposing gang members started walking out with weapons in hand. Baji delivering the first punch indicating for the other two to start fighting alongside him. Scared of the outcome you closed you eyes not wanting to see your three rescuers get hurt.

You heard blows being passed and grunts and groans. Bodies falling to the ground and then finally the older man who was standing next to you was hit and fell at your feet. Feeling the heat of someone's body in front you. Panic took over.

"It's ok it's just me" baji whispered as he untied the bindings of your hands.. once your hands dropped you wrapped your arms around the brunette taking him by surprise.

"Baji kun" you held onto him for dear life as he slowly embraced you back.

"Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?" He asked a frenzy of questions.

"I'm fine i was scared" you whispered not letting him go. Then the forced cough behind him forced you both apart. Mitsuya was coming towards you both already finished with his group and kazutora delivering a blow with a pipe to someone's head. Pulling your shirt to try to button it back up you realized the buttons all popped out. Baji noticing this took his jacket off making your wear it and buttoning it up for you to be covered properly. He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Why don't you go with mitsuya back to the bike shop. Kazutora and i got some unfinished business to take care of here." Nodding you followed the lilac haired boy as he helped you onto his bike and drive you to the sanctuary of s and s motors. Hugging mitsuya as he does back to the shop where he opened the door for you to walk in.

"NEE CHWAN/ NII SCHWAN" chifuyu tackled you to the ground as he saw you. He was ugly crying not wanting to let you go. "PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE OK?" He questioned as he was pulled by the collar off you by draken.

"I'm fine" pulling the jacket sleeve up from your hand to wipe away his tears. "Just a little knick on my stomach but all in all better."

"Come on I'll take you home. I have to talk to your family about this." Shinichiro said putting his jacket on. As he passed the crowd around you. "Everybody get out I'm closing the shop." Shinichiro said picking up your things to carry you home. Everyone followed him out as he locked the doors.

"We'll wait outside for kazutora And baji" Mikey said leaning against the door.

"Cool" shinichiro said driving off with you behind him on the bike. He explained to your sister who thanked him for bringing you home. And checking the little cut on your stomach. Going to your room to bathe and change you checked your bag to make sure you had everything. Searching around for the bookmark baji gave you it finally fell out from the bottom of the bag. Sighing you removed your clothing and took it to the laundry as you wanted to washed the jacket baji gave you to cover up with. Hugging it close you could still small him on it. Taking a big sniff you felt secured and safe. The next day was as normal as can be when you met baji you returned the jacket to him and even went about your day as normal as you could allow it to be.

It was the weekend and the trip you and chifuyu said that you both would be going on was finally happening. You were with your family and the toman gang were on their trip separately. Kazutora and baji were on a stalemate on how to keep being friends with you.

"We can't keep putting them in danger." Baji insisted

"But the gang world already knows name Chan is our friend." Kazutora replied.

"Our friend? They are chifuyu and my friend and I can decide to stop meeting them and stop asking them for help" baji retorted

"Look it's a shame name Chan got kidnapped But we saved them didn't we"

"Wait you got kidnapped why am I the last one to find out about this?" A stranger's voice was heard in the background.

"Uh baji" chifuyu said

"They were almost cut up." Baji retorted again

"You were almost cut up?" The strange voice in the background again.

"It was just a scratch" kazutora replied.

"Seriously baji" chifuyu spoke again

"Shinichiro where were you?"the strange voice Again.

"Oh come on I brought them home didn't i?" Shinichiro in the background making a choking sound.

"Look I don't want name Chan associated with toman again" baji sighed.

"And I am saying it is too late I am gonna ask name Chan to be mine" kazutora argued causing baji to grab him by the collar.

"Baji san!" Chifuyu almost screamed

"Over my dead body" baji hissed out

"Seeing as it is my feelings and my life don't I got a say in it?" You spoke

"NO!" Was the angry reply to your question. Then they realised who they were speaking to. They were so shocked that they looked like fishes out of water.

"What are you doing here?" They both questioned together.

To be continued.

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[joytraveler]

51. Impact Crate

A block pushing puzzle game in the vein of Sokoban or Lolo. As a hulking warehouse worker, your shrimpy boss give you orders to bring in bigger and bigger boxes.

Bea's doing her best Bluto impression. "Hmmm, gonna put this box over here, that'll show 'em! Thinks he can put one over on ME, eh? Why, I'll show the little runt how a REAL man stacks boxes!"

DueyDecimal: ..for a cute girl you do way too good of a Bluto impression.

That's all you seem to do. Stack boxes. And stack and stack and stack... they keep coming in, but they never clear out! "Er.. this is what I'm supposed to be doing right?" Another game with no score, no timer.. and the boxes keep getting more oddly shaped and hard to stack. Some of them aren't boxes at all.

"Wh...what is this?" she says as a tall, cloth-wrapped object arrives. "Is that a person?? It.. has legs? I think?"

Llord_Kuruku: Bea, your big dude is getting bigger, is this okay y/n

"Oh you musta missed it, I upgraded to a bigger guy... yeah you can do that if you talk to the little manager guy after you stack enough boxes." The sprite is the same, just larger. She keeps stacking the boxes and..bodies? Mummies? Whatever they are. Looks like she's out of room, until she discovers you can go outside the warehouse!

HNV: CMC?

He's referring to a sign outside the warehouse, which has those letters and a snowy mountain logo.

Klickitat_Street: corpse massing corporation, HNV GlockRoach: I need a 4x4 crate and a 3 week old carcass, where can I get both? Oh how convenient

You can walk back and forth in front of the warehouse. There are other buildings, houses.. but they all look abandoned. The warehouse is the only place that doesn't look dilapidated.

"I have several dozen questions...." says Bea. But suddenly an alert appears, and a timer!

[GET BACK TO WORK! 10...9...8...]

"Oh no, coming boss! crapcrapcrapcrap" She throws down the crate she's carrying and books it back to the warehouse. "I just have to keep throwing them outside, I don't have time to do anything else, aaaagh!"

Back in the warehouse, things are even more chaotic, and the boss is furious-- thankfully, not at the player character, he's yelling on the phone. The boxes are all out of order-- one is lumbering around.

Baconnaise: Your gonk droid is loose

"I've had enough of sassy boxes for a while, I'll tell you that much" she says, trying to get everything rearranged, she has to have her character jump and stand on the box until it calms down! Then stacking, then more boxes, then, then, then...

"I, I'm stuck!" she says. She's ended up boxing herself into a corner! "Uh hey boss can we maybe get a bigger building next time?"

When she can't make any more moves, the boss-- a short, dark-skinned man in glasses-- stands up and shouts. A big dialogue box appears:

[WHAT IS THE POINT OF ALL OF THIS???]

"Good question, little guy" Bea says. The big guy just looks.. dejected. He shuffles towards the door and leaves, pushing some boxes over on his way.

"Wait, so I'm fired?? Come on there's no way I could-" she stops. The tall, cloth- covered things are starting to move. Slowly they inch towards the little boss man.. "Uh...UH..."

She suddenly finds herself back at the game list. "....huh. Game over...?"

berd_snurglar: the fuck was that bea i'm starting to think this game is weird DueyDecimal: Anyone else think the big guy looked familiar? GlockRoach: Glem's dad used to work on the box, union's been on strike, he's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough (guitar riff) Syrupentine: When you've got so many games on one cartridge, you reuse sprites where you can... To make room for unreleased Nintendo games from the future, y'know

"I'm still not sure that's even real. How could it be? ...But I played a few other games since then, PS1 stuff, GameCube, Xbox One.. everything works, even if I can't really play em with this controller. Someone with the right qualifications really oughta open this thing up and find out how it works... When I'm done with it!"

[3eep]

13.09.2024 Why I draw

I've been in an art block for the last couple of years, maybe since I started doing art as a job, and I think I finally figured out why and how to get out of it, I thought about writing this privately or not writing it at all but it may be useful to anyone that may be going through the same thing.

I knew I had some kind of art block or burn out for a while now, but I never stopped drawing because of my job or because I wanted to keep moving my personal projects forward even if it was little by little, I also never stopped because I've had small instances of art block in the past and resting never helped, it just kinda gets me out of it when I rest, it stops the groove, the inspiration, something like that. I've watched a bunch of videos on the subject and some things have helped but I don't think I have overcome this burn out/art block combo entirely (some of the things that helped a little were to turn off social media or any distraction, focus on my end goals, stop overthinking the process of drawing and just get to it, going back to draw the subjects that interested me when I was the most productive and inspired, rearranging my art space, trying other media, having my tools close and ready to use, etc.)

But just today I came across two videos that covered a different subject: that you don't really need skill to make a hit as an artist, they pretty much said what you would guess: expand your drawing subjects, try new things, do marketing, etc. There's also a big point that as a comic artist I've always been aware about, what people end up caring the most about is the content of your art, the story you're telling, the emotions you're evoking, the connection they can make with you through your art, it's all about feeling connected and understood. And I agree, my favorite artists are the ones that bared their hearts and personality to the public as much as they could, I know this is what makes art good, I can look at the scribble of a child and tbh as long as they left a part of them in that scribble, as long as they drew it with all their heart I can tell it's good art.

But I don't want to do that.

I never wanted to do that, I've always resisted the idea of baring myself to a bunch of strangers, I hate the idea of performing as myself to entertain everyone else, I'm not even interested in being perceived, I always thought there had to be another way to make it as an artist without opening up, but now those videos confirmed to me that doing just that is inherently the key to making good art, to make a hit; I have to accept it even if I don't want to do it...... but do I really lack the basic human need for connection and communication we all inherently have? Do I really not want to connect? to open up? I actually don't feel I don't want to connect entirely, so who do I want to connect with? who do I draw my comics for if not for my self?

why do I make art?

if right now I drew something with the sole purpose of showing it to someone else, connecting and baring a piece of myself, who would I want it to be for? I do feel the need to connect, but only with my friends--

My friends. this is who I want to draw for.

I've been burnt out because I stopped drawing for the only reason I wanted to draw: to connect with my friends. I want to show them who I am, what I like, what I think, how I feel. Fan art? I want to show my friends the shows I like and how I percieve them. Comics? I want to make comics that make them laugh and relate to the stories, I do want my friends to see all of me, no wonder why I was so burnt out ever since I started taking art as my job, I was just drawing for money, I never cared about that, and even in my personal projects I was just drawing for numbers, I never really cared about that either; but the thought of drawing something for the sole purpose of showing the result to my friends seems infinitely more appealing than everything else.

I have yet to proove it but I'm sure this is how I'll get out of this art rut, I remember the times when I was full of passion and drive to make art and specially comics, it was in middle school, I couldn't draw my comics fast enough to show my friends, I drew so many comics back then, it is also when I started posting online, I wanted to show my friends what I was doing even if I didn't have them right in front of me, that connection with my friends has always been my drive to draw, I've always been ecstatic to show my drawings to them even today, I just had to remember my motivations and be aware of why I draw.

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary358

9/12-23/24

thursday - friday

did not read today.

today has been an up and down for music, started very frustrating, like, oh my god, why does this song sound like shit, and then trying to fix that, giving up, trying again 10 minutes later, and then figuring something out after a while that i really really liked, finding that this sound was hard to get into the project file and would cause crashes every time i pasted it in, so i had to paste the rest of the song into the file with the sound and then i got that to work and that was annoying but really made me happy because i think i how that song sounds a lot more now but i guess let me try again. i think this guitar sound is maybe one of my favorites... i do really like it but something does sound a little off, i also rearranged the riff, maybe the issue is i eq'd out too many lows and then mixed the guitars too high? i dunno, or something up with the eq i put on the group master of the guitar + a recording of it to pan it wider, i dunno i dunno. it's always tough, i guess the issue is.... it feels maybe thin but also like it comes from nowhere? it's hard to get stuff to fit, it feels like it kind of sits in one spot, is that just because not enough is covering it up at other points? i think that's an interesting issue, maybe it has to do with the drums? maybe i can lower the amount of high end? that could help, that has helped in the past... that and maybe i need to stick the abbey road saturator on it? i dunno. a lot to try, i just need it to feel more physically present within the song is how i'm thinking of it, maybe it really is the guitars? and the bass... it's so so so weird. the bass has maybe a little too much high end content and doesn't play nicely with the sound.

it's 7 am... but i'm gonna try to lower the highs of the guitar sound and see if that helps, plus some other stuff.

also, since that sound couldn't be pasted into anything else, i had to figure out why it was not working and get that to be better, even with a different plugin trying to get a similar sound, i think i got it, though it does sound a little better with the one that crashes. which is bizarre. must be a strange interaction or somethingggg.

i think the song sounds a little better but the high pass over the high end isn't really working, it doesn't sound sharp enough... but when it sounds sharper maybe it's... i dunno, too much white noise making it a little less sharp also? i think i'm gonna try... again... and then after that, no matter what, sleeping.

wow i think i got it actually. that's crazy.

okay, like i said, i'm gonna go to sleep, not much else today, got really stuck on that... like a crazy person would.

i did work on another song too, i think that's coming out a lot more,,, it's not freaked up sounding to me, at least, right now,

oh and today is the big day, for the cassettes, i'll probably be annoying about that in some places today... wow... how fun...

anyway,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shizamura]

22, 23, D for the Kirchhoff brothersssss

22: How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

If talking about interpersonal relationships, I think I'd have to go say Mikhail is probably obvious about being jealous and prolly gets a little possessive. Probably gets a little on the angry side and trying to get more attention, in a way which would probably just be detrimental to him and the relationship. Because he's not exactly the type to admit he wants to be in one, but would absolutely get jealous anyway, as if he's entitled to people.

On the other hand, I don't see Nikita as being a jealous type. Pretty sure he enjoys being the center of attention, but probably wouldn't let jealousy get in the way of something. Or maybe if it happened it could get solved with a punch and then you move on???

23: How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)? 

STEALING IS ALWAYS AN OPTION if any of them would go as FAR as to even admit to themselves that ENVY is a thing that exists or even further, that it is possible to desire what other people have like auahuaha what why would I want THAT I don't need it, that's silly, I'm perfectly content [steals it] I just uh

Question for creators time:

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

There have been some trait that never really changed - Nikita was always covered in beauty marks, short, big eyelashes and curly-ish hair. Mikhail always a tall blonde. But other than that, they've been in at least two different stories of mine before I rearranged them for O Sarilho, so you can guess how pretty much everything else changed.

BUT HEY AT SOME POINT THEY WERE MAGICAL BOYS WHO LOOKED LIKE THIS

QUESTIONS FROM THIS BOY

[cavernelf]

steam library challenge: Final Fantasy Tactics tWotL

time played: 32 hours rating: 9/10 quick review: a REALLY good introduction to strategy rpgs! finished 12/29/23

I started playing FFT in about September and finished the game almost at the very end of December.

I've played Fire Emblem before so I have some idea of strategy rpgs, but this was the first time playing one that I actively had trouble in battles and would have to rearrange units, try different characters, and different strategies. Really loved this game! Ramza is a wonderful protagonist.

I do have a few gripes about the game that would come up from time to time:

The scope of the game is big, and there are a lot of characters. A lot are not remarkable, but were important to the story, and often you would be introduced to someone and then not see them again for 3 chapters, and were expected to remember their role and name

In that vein, [and this is less FFT and more the medieval wartime genre of storytelling], the story was difficult to follow pre-auricite introduction. You'd meet a character like Lord Vrinkle Duke of House Galbronza, and Ramza would give a bit of exposition on how this guy helped his father back in the day in the days of the War of Yonderling Plains, and then Lord Vrinkle betrays you a chapter later because he's actually been working for His Excellency Duke Lorelei who is your enemy, but you don't remember who that is because he was only mentioned once last chapter. Things were a bit easier to understand chapters 3 and onward.

My #1 criticism with the game itself is that the limited camera movement during a battle sometimes made it actually impossible to see where units were. The terrain often covered up possible spots and some maps, no matter which way you rotate the camera, make it impossible to see all squares on the map.

My #2 criticism is similar, sometimes I would move a unit thinking I could reach an enemy but would be just a square or two off. Being able to take back movement would have been a lifesaver.

Anyway, despite my points of contention, I highly enjoyed the game and would consider it a title I would replay. I also am very interested in checking out other Tactics games, and trying out the other FFT games in the series.

[easthavenhq]

East Haven's 4th of July Firework Show Accident

Everything was normal as Mayor Clairmont announced the start of the fireworks show. The crowds watched from the boardwalk, their seats on rides, boats around the lake, or around the park as the colors lit the night sky over Primrose Lake. Around 9:47pm, however, things took a turn...

Welcome to East Haven's second plot drop! Due to the nature of the plot, more details as well as those with serious injuries will be listed under the cut. Reminder that minor injuries are open and anyone could have them. If you have any questions, let us know!

Triggers for under the cut: Fireworks, explosion, fire, drowning, blood, surgery, injuries including: concussions, burns, broken bones, internal bleeding, head injuries

As the fireworks show started to get ready for the big finale, two local teens decided to go down and rearrange some of the fireworks. The person in charge of the fireworks saw them and in the panic of things, the fireworks got knocked over and started shooting towards the crowd. Panic ensued while the worker tried to stop it, but the fire extinguisher tried to get it out. Finally, someone ran up and pushed the rest in the water, stopping the threat, but not stopping the chaos.

Throughout the panic, rides were left without someone to stop them, booths were caught on fire, and people were running everywhere for cover. Multiple injuries have been reported ranging from minor to more severe ones and here is the details on those:

While working with his fellow firefighters, Callum Jackson was trying to help some volunteers out of Heart & Seoul's food booth when the whole thing came down. The volunteers were able to escape, but Callum ended up getting a broken arm, cracked ribs, and had to be taken into emergency surgery for internal bleeding.

Beyza Senkan was watching the fireworks with Diego Castro and their son, Devrim, when the fireworks started towards them. Devrim fell into the water and being the swimmer she is, Beyza jumped right in. At the same time, a vendor selling balloons pushed his cart to get out of the way and it fell into the water after them. While she was able to get Devrim, her ankle got caught in the some string of the booth and it started pulling on her as it was wrapped around a tank of helium. She passed Devrim to Diego and not wanting either to panic, said she'd swim down the dock to get up and told Diego to get their son out of there. She ended up going under to try to get loose, but the cart kept making her sink further down. Emre Ediz, his daughter seeing what happened, ran over and dove into the water and helped Beyza get loose, but not before she lost consciousness. He performed CPR on her and saved her life.

Reagan Flores was on the Ferris wheel with Dana Allen-Lopez when a firework hit it; causing it to stop and more coming at them. Trying to get them down, Reagan started climbing down the ride, only for more fireworks to head her way. At one point, one came close to her causing her to fall from where she was, landing on her feet: breaking her leg and ankle. She also suffered burns from the firework as it exploded against the Ferris wheel.

Seeing the panic, Chantel Bedford started helping people get out of the line of fire in the fireworks. As a firework hit Busy Bee's booth, she went to get out of the way only to shatter her ankle in the process; leaving her unable to move and giving her burns as well from the firework. She ended up needing minor surgery to fix her ankle.

During the chaos, Piper Fulton was riding on the Paratrooper when the person in charge of it abandoned the ride, leaving it going around and around. Debris from the Ferris wheel breaking landed on the ride causing it to stop and the people riding started to get off. From her height, she ended up falling and breaking her leg.

Simon Heywood was knocked around when the people of East Haven started to panic from the uncontrolled fireworks. In the midst of all of this, he fell to the ground where he sustained some cuts from debris. After he got back up from running, he side swept a pole trying to dodge more people and dislocated his shoulder in doing so because of the quick and hard blow to it.

When the chaos started, people started to run away from the fireworks and Lenny Clairmont was in the middle of it all. Looking for her husband in her own panic, she was knocked over by people and left on the ground. No one was paying attention to her as they stumbled over her multiple times. Lenny was not found until after the people had cleared out from the area and she will be left unconscious for several days with bruisings on multiple areas of her body.

As fireworks ended up in places that people didn't expect, Daisy Levitt came to the rescue while she was working around the Whack A Mole game at the carnival. She saw that people were panicking and running for safety. Due to her nature, she went into firefighter mode and began helping people get to safety without much regard to her own. While doing so, she sustained several burns that she had to get checked out at the hospital.

While trying to escape the chaos, a firework started to head towards Roman Rhodes, expelling shrapnel as well, who was watching the show with Andrew Jackson. Noticing a firework heading their way, Roman used his body as a shield to protect Andrew and got hit. This ended up with him having serious burns on his back and smaller ones on his left arm and left side of his face.

Viktor Pierce was trying to escape the park when a firework hit the Whac-a-Mole game and the debris hit him in the head, leaving in him unconscious for several minutes. Upon being looked at by EMTs, it was told he had a severe concussion.

Attraction Damage

The Ferris Wheel was running at the time of the fireworks show. Upon being hit by a firework, it stopped working and then was hit again minutes later.

The Paratrooper was running as well and was abandoned by the person running it. Broken parts from the Ferris Wheel got into the parts of the ride and ended up stopping it.

The Plane Ride was quickly stopped by the operator and parents got their kids off as quick as possible. Moments later, a firework hit the ride. No kids were harmed.

The Whac-a-Mole, Ball in a Bucket, and Busy Bee Botanical's booths were all hit by fireworks, causing them to burn.

Heart & Seoul Korean BBQ's booth was hit by a firework and collapsed while burning.

Davino's and Barb's Bistros booths were hit with fireworks as well.

The Aftermath

On July 5th, volunteers gathered at the park and helped clean up despite the rain. With everyone working together, the rides that were able to started running that afternoon after tests were done. However, the rides, games, and food booths above are closed for the rest of the carnival.

Everything on the lists were chosen at random.