#you have to switch it to the dryer i guess but that takes like a minute tops

[walterdecourceys]

idk why people hate laundry so much its not that hard. the hard part is putting it away

[lolahauri]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Payment ♡

Ship: Mr. Kitty (Backrooms)/Reader

Type: F/M, Smut, One Shot.

Contains: 2.2k Words, Tendrils, Monster Fucking, Telepathy, Transactional Sex, Vaginal Penetration, Masturbation, Tendril Sucking, Size Kink, Nipple Play, Slenderman-Like Mr. Kitty, He Gets Pleasure From His Tendril Hands, Rick & Morty References, Canon Divergence, Porn With Plot.

Event: Kinktober/Monstober, Day 2.

Summary: You didn't bring Mr. Kitty a cute gift? Well he isn't gonna let you stay here for free! Looks like you'll have to use another form of payment.

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Imagine being stuck traveling through the backrooms and constantly getting put into threatening and lonely levels.

You're dehydrated, starving, and exhausted from running. Not to mention you haven't seen another form of life in days. But your luck turns around when you fall asleep and find yourself waking up in a real bed for once.

At first you can't believe it, you think you've finally landed back in your own room. But as you wake up more you realize that isn't the case. "Still better than anywhere else I've been." you think to yourself as you rub your eyes.

Sitting up and looking around now, you notice the room is clean and cutely decorated. It really seems like someone lives here. "Did I clip into somebody else's room? Maybe I can get back home from here." You wonder, standing up from the bed and beginning to look around.

As you peek into each room, you're able to confirm that no other humans live here. There's no windows at all and no doors that lead outside for somebody to enter.

But strangely enough, the entire home is also fully furnished, decorated, and cleaned spotless. There's even water and electricity here!

You decide to take advantage of the supplies and resources around you, not knowing when you'll have this opportunity again.

You first find the laundry room and strip out of your dirty clothes, putting them in the wash and then taking a fresh towel from the cupboard above.

Heading into the bathroom, you look around and find a bottle each of shampoo and conditioner. It smells amazing and looks brand new. When you step into the shower and turn on the hot water, you feel all of your problems melt away in an instant. This has to be a dream, it's way too good to be true.

After taking your sweet time in the shower, you wrap yourself up in the soft towel and switch your clothes over to the dryer. Time to check the kitchen for some real food. You haven't eaten in two days.

And just as luck would have it, the fridge and pantry are packed full of snacks and leftovers.

The fridge has some pizza, rice, pasta, and various fresh fruits and veggies. You take what you find most appealing and move to the cabinets. There's a wide assortment of crackers, cookies, and chips that you're eager to dig in to.

After grabbing all the food and beverages you can carry you make way to the small living room, curious about the tv.

"I wonder if it really works? But how would it get connection here?"

You sit down and grab the remote, switching on the tv and immediately getting hit with a strange ad.

"I'm Ants-In-My-Eyes Johnson! Here at Ants-In-My-Eyes Johnson's Electronics!"

"Ew, God! He actually has ants in his eyes, what the fuck is this?"

You skip to another channel before you lose your appetite, landing on a tv show called "The Adventures of Stealy".

"Is that some kind of alien? He looks way too real to be CGI. I guess I'm really not on earth right now..."

After you've eaten your fill, you return to the kitchen to wash your dishes and dispose of any garbage. It's only a few minutes later you hear the dryer go off. Finally, clean clothes.

You quickly discard of your damp towel and change into your leggings and hoodie. You stand and relish in the warmth for a moment before making your way back to the couch.

There's nothing else to do but watch more TV, your phone had already broke a long time ago from the constant dropping.

You flip through channels once again, this time choosing a cartoon called... Gazorpazorpfield? At least it's something kind of familiar...

After a few episodes and some more snacks, you start to feel drowsy again. You hadn't even been awake that long, but after over a week of fighting for your life in various backroom levels, you aren't surprised that you're still tired.

You make your way back to the bedroom you woke up in, pulling off your clothes until you're in nothing but your bra and panties. As you crawl under the covers, you practically melt into the soft bedding beneath you, feeling more warm and comfortable than you probably ever have.

But just as you feel sleep begin to gently pull you in, a harsh static sound fills your ears, making you feel light-headed and dizzy until it stops.

You look up and are met with the sight of a tall black figure standing at the side of the bed. You shriek and sit up right away, covering your chest with the blanket. The male-like figure has no mouth or eyes, but you can feel him looking at you as he speaks.

"My apologies, I wasn't aware there were travelers here. Or, is it just you?" His voice is deep and smooth. He must be talking through some kind of telepathy.

"Can he read my mind too?"

"Yes, I am able to read your thoughts." He says as soon as you ask the question in your head. Oh, that's embarrassing.

You aren't really sure of what to say, so you settle with "Sorry, um, it's just me. Is this your house? I didn't mean to come here, I just kind of... woke up here." you look away with embarrassment.

"I know, It's not a problem at all. Nobody comes here by choice, my home is just a haven for those stuck between realities like yourself."

"Oh, right..." you're looking up at him now "So, would it be okay if I stayed here at least another night?"

"Of course, you are free to stay as long as you need. So long as you brought a gift, that is." Your stomach sank. A gift? How were supposed to know to do that? Shit, what's going to happen if you don't give him one?

He interrupted your panic suddenly, "You didn't bring anything?" You shook your head slowly, heart beating a little faster.

"Hm. Strange, there must've been a mix up. Humans are only supposed to appear here if they have a trinket or toy with them. I'm afraid without proper payment, I'll have to send you on your way."

Your eyes widen when you start to hear static building up, your body feeling light like you're about to shift to another room again. In a desperate panic, you resort to the only thing you think could convince the man.

"Wait!" You yell out, reaching your hand out to grab onto his arm, "Please wait! I can... pay you in another way?"

The noise dissipates and your body feels solid again. He hesitates before speaking. "And what would that be?" He sounds genuinely confused.

"Um... you know..." You remove the blanket from your body and let it rest on the bed, exposing your barely clothed figure for him to see.

"..."

"I see... You wish to pay with your body, is that right?"

"Uhm, would you accept that?" You ask, sounding pitiful.

He thinks for a moment, "I would."

You nod your head, taking the initiative to start removing your bra, letting it drop to the floor. You then move back further onto the bed, slipping out of your panties and leaning back onto your hands, spreading your legs for him.

You look up at him, waiting for him to make the first advancement. He hums and moves to hover over you, his tendril arms brushing against your legs.

Your breath catches in your throat when his cold, slippery skin moves against yours, tendrils slowly creeping their way up your calves and heading to your thighs.

You gasp when he wraps his arms around your thighs, giving them a light squeeze. For a lonely creature living between realities, he seems to really know what he's doing.

His tendrils carefully unwrap themselves from your thighs and move to explore the rest of your body. One seems to take a special interest in your drippy cunt, while the other slithers up to your chest.

He experimentally runs the tip of his tendril up your folds, watching as your back arches into his touch. He enjoys your reaction, feeling himself become aroused as well. His tendrils feel hot as he continues to wet his tip in your slick cunt, the other arm wrapping itself around your tits.

He gives them a light squeeze before playing with one of your nipples, taking note of the whine that slipped past your lips. "Does this feel good for you as well?"

You bite your lip and nod, looking up at him.

"Where else feels good to you? Tell me where to move." He sounds gentle but stern, still running his tendril up and down your folds, unintentionally teasing you.

Your sentence is broken up by little moans and heavy breaths, but you try and tell him what to do next. "Here," you gently grab his arm, "rub my clit, right here."

He feels around for a moment, assuming he's found the right spot when you moan louder. He rubs your throbbing clit in tight circular motions. You lay back onto the bed and enjoy it, arms feeling tired from keeping yourself propped up until now.

Lying on your back and looking up at him, you can't help but notice how big he is. He's on his knees on the floor and he still manages to tower over you. It honestly turns you on even more.

His tendrils are pretty big too, you wonder if you could fit them inside...

Even if he wasn't reading your mind right now, he would've had the same thought. He's been with other monsters, and other members of his species, but never a human. He's so fascinated by the wetness between your legs, and that pretty mouth of yours that makes such lovely noises for him.

He finds himself desperate to know how it'd feel to be inside of you. As he continues to toy with your clit, he moves his other tendril away from your tits, slowly inching it towards your mouth. He brushes the tip over your parted lips and admires how soft they are.

You get the hint quickly, opening your mouth more and sticking your tongue out for him. He slowly inches his tendril into your soft mouth, shuddering at how wet and hot it is. He fits as much as he can inside before it becomes too much for you, almost five inches. You wrap your lips tightly around him and bob your head lightly.

He's completely obsessed with how it feels, he's never done anything like this before. Now he has to know what your other hole feels like.

Kitty removes his slippery tip from your clit and moves it downwards, pressing it into your tight cunt. You moan around his other tendril at the intrusion, tightening around him and arching your back.

His breathing becomes heavier as he pushes himself deep inside, stretching you out as far as he could. Your eyes roll back slightly at the deliciously painful stretch, feeling more full than you ever have before.

He gently thrusts his tendril in and out, the tip of it finding that sweet spongy spot inside you. He presses on it firmly, immediately noticing how much tighter you got around him afterwards. You moan around his other tendril when he repeats the action, clenching around him.

You swirl your tongue around him and bob your head faster when you feel yourself gradually approaching your orgasm, trying to make him cum with you.

He fucks into you a little faster, feeling a euphoric sensation building up inside him, his tendrils pulsating inside you, feeling hot and tingly.

You're both a mess at this point, but he feels himself losing control first, unable to hold back anymore. Your soft mouth sucking him off and your tight cunt squeezing down on him makes him crazy.

His tendrils begin to wildly twitch and pulse, making you scream as they stretched you to your limit. Starting at the tip of his arms and traveling up to the rest of his body, a burst of white hot pleasure ran through him, unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

His arms start to tremble, signaling overstimulation. He reluctantly pulls away from you, leaving you panting beneath him. You feel tired, wet, and sore now. But you're not totally satisfied yet.

You move a shaky hand down to your clit, rubbing it as fast as you could, so desperate to cum next. It doesn't take long for you to finish. The excitement of him watching you play with yourself combined with the already built up pleasure from being fucked leaves you cumming in less than a minute.

Your legs shake when it hits you, but you try to ride out your orgasm as long as you can. You're quick to become overwhelmed and exhausted though, unable to continue much longer.

As you lay there and process what just happened, he's already bidding you farewell and thanking you for the experience, soon vanishing into thin air. You decide it's time to get some rest again, knowing you're going to be feeling the soreness from this for days to come.

It's worth it in the end though, at least you have a safe place to stay until you figure out what to do next.

[soxcietyy]

i have a requesttttt

we take a shower with yuta or while we are taking a shower, he comes in after this it's not just a shower you know what i mean

I'll be very happy if you do thank you from now

Showers

Yuta x reader nsfw

Keeping it short and sweet :p

When you were about to shower all you could think about is how relaxing it is, feeling the water running down your body and cleaning it. It’s something you looked forward to doing everytime you got home from a long day out. You absolutely loved the water and couldn’t quite decide to shower or bathe but you had plans tonight. You make your way into your room and pick up your towel. It was still warm from you taking it out of the dryer not too long ago. Your couldn’t help but putting your face on it to feel the warmth of it.

When making your way to the bathroom you hear the doorbell ring. You sigh wondering who would be visiting you at this time? Walking to the door you open it to see Yuta standing there.

"Hey are you ready for our movie night?" Yuta asks as you let him inside.

You give him a firm nod before you kiss him on the lips. You had invited your boyfriend over for a movie night and told him to come around eight but he decided to show up early. An hour early.

Grabbing your towel from the couch you walk towards the bathroom once again.

"Your going to shower?! Without me?" Yuta frowns.

"You didn’t bring a change of clothes so I guess I am, unless you want to wear my clothes though I doubt it’ll fit." You smirk at him.

"I’ll just take them off and I’ll throw them in the washer while we shower. Then I’ll just relax with you until there completely dry." He hugs you.

"Okay but is it really just a shower? Everytime we shower together it turns into something else." You rest your hand on your hip.

He ignores your last question and strides towards you pushing you into the restroom with him. Luckily you had spare towels in the bathroom. Yuta would always help you take your clothes off. It was his favorite thing to do other than well you know… He made sure to peel every layer off of you as if he was unwrapping a gift. Full of anticipation every time he removed an article of clothes. When he came to his clothes he quickly took them off as you turned the water on to the right temperature. When he took them off he walked out the bathroom and to the laundry room to have clean clothes. He didn’t mind walking around naked but then how would he get home?

While the water warmed up he came and kiss you. Wrapping his arms around you and kissing your shoulders and anywhere else you allowed him to.

You were the first one to step in but when he saw the steaming water his face was full of concern.

"Are you sure it’s even safe to shower in boiling point temperatures." He sticks his hand in the water as you are getting yourself wet in it.

"You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to." You say as you proceed to run your hands through your hair to get it soaked.

He sighs before getting in right behind you. You laugh as he switches spot with you and squeezes his eyes from how hot the water is.

"Temperatures like these should be illegal to shower in." He continues to complain.

"I like it hot and steamy." You shrug as him.

"If that’s the case then let me show you another way to get hot and steamy." He then proceeded to turn the knobs and change it to a reasonable temperature.

You wack his arm to get him to change it back but he ignores you. Turning his attention back to you he pins you against the wall and kisses you. Shoving his tongue deep inside your mouth as he fonddles with your breast. You groan as you started to feel the hot part he mentioned.

Turning you around he smudges you against the glass making your Brest press firmly on the cold surface. In one quick motioned he slipped inside of you. He squeezes you nipples and pulls on them to get a reaction out of you. You moan as he pulls on them harder.

"Yuta, Im supposed to be getting clean, this is the opposite of that!" You moan as he pulls out and shoved himself back in.

"Don’t worry I’ll clean you right after I use you." He said as both of your wet skins began to slap each other repeatedly. His long member slid out of you so easily from how soaked you were. Your knees buckled as he ruined you. You could feel how his arms held you up so you wouldn’t fall.

He was gentle with you but at the same time he made sure to bury himself deep inside of you. You try to get a grip on anything but the humidity of the room made it quite impossible. Grabbing both of your arms he pulled you back and put you under the water. You gasp at the sudden displacement letting out a cry.

"Are you trying to drowned me?" You say.

"I’m just making sure your cleanse, now relax so we can both finish soon." He laughs.

Taking you back out the water he continued to use you. Moving your body up and down his shaft for his pleasure. You knew this wasn’t going to be a normal shower the second he asked to join. Still you let him in and now you were paying the price. He somehow had a way of convincing you to do things.

Not that you hated this but it was supposed to be a short shower after all. Knowing your boyfriend you were going to get busy after the movie. There isn’t just one round when it came to him.

By the time you were on the edge you were biting your lips and rolling your eyes. Your legs shook as you orgasmed all over him.

"Fuck, why do you have to make the sexiest faces." He said as he slowly dropped you carefully on the ground and began to jerk himself off.

With a few pumps of him member he came all over your face. You moan as you decided to clean his member for him with your mouth. He wiped a bit off of your cheek before kissing your head. He could tell your mind was cloudy right now so he took the advantage to shower. After he was done he turned it back up to your scorching hot temperature and began to clean you up. He loved seeing how he fucked you so dumb that at the end that needed help with the most simplest tasks.

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

Daddy, let me help

pairing: soft dom/daddy!hyunjin x f.reader

genre: fluff for the first like half, then smut.

warnings: lots of pet names (because I love them) -maybe cnc if you squint (mentions of taking by force, but doesn’t actually happen) - rough oral (m. receiving) -spitting

word count: ~1.9k

part 2 * masterlist

He was in the bathroom. He had been in there for a while now and you missed him. He said he was going to go shower and that he would be right back. Why didn’t he invite you to shower with him? You sat cross legged on the bed, arms crossed, pouting. You heard the shower shut off. Yay, he was finally going to come out of there and love you. You waited. And waited. What is taking him so long? You waited some more before you heard the humming sound of his electric razor. You were tired of waiting. You stood from the bed and padded your way over to the bathroom door. You nervously knocked.

“Daddy?” You called, shyly.

“What is it princess?”

You opened the door and entered the bathroom. He was there, wrapped in a robe, his face covered in shaving cream. You giggled. “You look like Santa.”

He looked at you, with his disgusted face no less, and then he giggled too. “I guess I do.” He laughed, looking at himself in the mirror.

“Can I help?” You asked.

“Help with what?”

You pointed to his face, and then the razor.

“Oh. No baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He said, turning the razor back on and bringing it to his face.

“But, daddy. Please?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, which usually worked.

“I said no, princess. This razor is sharp. Besides, good girls like you should be relaxing. You don’t ever have to lift a finger baby, especially not to shave my face.”

“But I want to help.” You pouted.

“You do?” He looked down at you and you nodded. “Okay, come here sweet girl.”

You walked closer to him and he picked you up and sat you on the counter. You were facing him, legs on either side of his waist. He continued to shave. You reached your hand out toward the razor and he lightly swatted your hand. “Ah ah baby. No touching the razor.” He was about done shaving anyway. So you waited, kicking your feet slowly. When he was finished, he handed you a small towel. You looked at it and then up at him.

“What’s this daddy?” You asked.

“Clean me up baby.” He tilted his chin up and you could see little bits of shaving cream left behind. You smiled, excited to be helping. You gently wiped at his skin with the towel, making sure to get every bit. You sat back, satisfied with your work.

He leaned around you to look in the mirror. He tilted his head to each side and then smiled at you. “Good job, baby.”

You grinned up at him. You watched, in awe of him, as he did his skincare. And then he reached for the blow dryer. “Want to help me dry my hair?” He asked. You nodded enthusiastically. He switched it on and pointed it at your face, blowing your hair every which way. You giggled and threw your hands up trying to block the stream of warm air. He quickly pulled it away, laughing. “You’re so cute.” He said, handing you the dryer. He turned around so his back was to you, and he had to bend at the knees slightly, putting him in an awkward position. But it was the only way you could reach his hair. “Start at the top and work your way down, honey.” He helped. You did as he said and it wasn’t long before his hair was dry and looking perfect, of course.

You shut the dryer off and he turned around, taking it from you. He stored it away in the cabinet and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the top of your nose. “Thank you for your help baby. Such a sweet girl.” You smiled at his praise. Your sweet smile quickly turned to an embarrassed one as he pushed the robe off of his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He was standing in front of you, had you trapped against the counter, and he was completely naked. Gloriously naked. You couldn’t help yourself, you looked down at his cock. But quickly looked up to meet his eyes when you realized he was looking at you. You could feel your cheeks heating up.

“What’s the matter baby?” He asked, teasing. Your blush grew deeper as you shook your head. He leaned in close to you now. He placed a quick kiss on your neck before licking a stripe all the way up your neck to your ear. It gave you goosebumps. “I’ve got to take the robe off to get dressed.” He whispered in your ear.

He leaned away, and turned to leave the bathroom. God, his ass looked amazing. You almost wanted to let him leave just so you could watch him go. “Wait!” You stopped him.

He turned back to you. “Yes, sweetheart?”

You were quiet. Your face a light shade of pink, which hyunjin thought was so cute. You looked down at your hands, trying to find the courage to speak to him when he is standing in front of you looking like a Greek god.

“I think I’ll wear sweatpants today. I don’t think I have to go anywhere.” He said, turning to leave again.

“No!” You called out.

He chuckled. “Baby, you’ve got to tell me what you want. Daddy knows you well, but I’m not a mind reader.”

“You don’t.. you don’t have to get dressed.” You said shyly. You saw his cock twitch, not yet hard but definitely on its way.

He let out a soft breath, chuckling. He walked back over to you and took your hand in his. He placed your palm against his muscular chest. “Do you like what you see, princess?”

You nodded, letting your hand explore his torso. Over the planes of his chest, down between his pecs, across his abs, down to the little trail of hair under his belly button. He clenched his muscles in anticipation, white knuckles gripping the counter. You looked up at him. His eyes were full of love and longing. He needed you to touch him. He needed you to keep going. You looked back down at your hand, the tips of your fingers still playing with the little bit of hair. You let your fingers slowly glide lower, until they brushed the base of his cock. He hissed. He was hard now. Fully erect and waiting for you. You ran your fingers up the length of it until you reached the head. Your middle finger caught a drop of precum, and you brought it to your lips, tasting it.

“Baby, don’t tease.” He warned. “Or I will take what I want and leave you wanting.”

You didn’t mean to be a tease. “Sorry, daddy. I just wanted to taste.” You wrapped your hand around his shaft and started stroking lightly. “Can I put it in my mouth? Please daddy?”

He groaned. “Fuck, yes you can princess.” He lifted you by the waist off of the counter and then placed a folded towel on the floor at his feet. “On your knees.” He commanded.

You did as he said and then looked up at him.

“You are so beautiful, baby.” He said, stroking your cheek. “Such a pretty girl, about to suck her daddys cock.” You could feel your panties getting wet. “Open.” He ordered.

You opened your mouth wide, laying your tongue out flat. He spat in your mouth, most of it landing on your tongue, but some on your lips. He then placed the head of his cock against your tongue. You loved the weight of it, the warmth. He slapped your tongue a few times with his cock.

“You want daddy’s cock, angel?” He asked. You gave a small nod, you didn’t want to risk not having him on your tongue. “Words baby.” He said.

“Ye- lea-e ah-ah” you said around his head. Yes please, daddy is what you meant and he knew that. He slowly slid his length into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged a little but he knew you liked it and didn’t want him to pull out. You settled your mouth around him, sucking him softly.

He threw his head back with a soft moan. His large hand found the back of your head. He gripped your hair and slowly started moving you back and forth. You moaned around him, sending vibrations up his spine. He looked down at you, his pupils blown wide with lust. It was like something snapped in him at that moment. He started fucking your face faster. After a few thrusts, he forced his cock down your throat, your nose brushing the little bits of hair you were playing with earlier, and his balls resting against your chin.

“That’s it, princess.” He said, deeply. “Such a good girl for daddy. Take it all, choke on my cock.” Suddenly, he pulled all the way out. A long trail of spit continued to connect your tongue and him.

“More please.” You begged. He stroked himself, slowly, rubbing your saliva into his skin. “Please daddy, can I have more? I love having you in my mouth. I’m a good girl, I promise. Please?”

He pushed his head against your lips and you opened your mouth for him. And then he was back at it, thrusting hard, making you gag around him. Small tears were leaking from your eyes, drool covered your chin and was dripping onto the floor, but oh how you loved to please him. The image of him above you may as well have been holy. It was holy to you. He was a god, and you worshipped him as such. “Fuuuck, baby.” He moaned, breathlessly.

Your hand traveled down to your clothed pussy, trying to rub your clit through the fabric. It wasn’t nearly enough friction, but it would have to do for now.

“Gonna make me cum, angel.” He said, grabbing your head with both hands now as he thrusted. “You want daddy’s hot cum down your throat?”

You moaned around him, your hand moving ever faster.

“Here we go baby.” He warned you. And with a groan, he came. So much cum, but you loved the taste of him, you lapped up every single drop. He pulled his softening cock out of your mouth.

He looked down at you with so much love. What a sight he must have been seeing, you on your knees, hand on your clothed pussy, tear stained cheeks, and a cock drunk smile on your face. He wet a small washcloth and knelt down in front of you, now eye to eye. He slowly wiped your face. “Such a good girl.” He said, wiping your mouth. “Such a sweet baby. Daddy’s perfect little princess.” He kissed both of your cheeks, before standing up.

“Come on, baby.” He said, offering his hand. “Can you stand?”

You nodded and carefully got to your feet, wobbling a bit. You went to grab the counter for support but he was already there, scooping you into his arms. He carried you bridal style into the bedroom. “Thank you for all your help, baby.” He said, laying you on the bed. “Now let me help you.”

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[inkluvs]

have you forgotten anything?

okay this is actually the second / third blurb i've ever written? if i'm correct so my writing has defo changed since i posted this back in september <3 tw: pet names ; i have not read over this for my own sanity ; (0.7k)

james potter x reader

masterlist // taglist

The sun felt uncomfortable in James’ eyes as he woke up from his sleep. He didn’t try moving though, because you were clinging to him like a koala and that alone was enough reason to stay still.

He shifted his gaze to the clock on the bedside table which read, 6:15, 15 minutes left before his alarm went off. He reached over to switch it off before giving you a peck on your forehead and getting off the bed.

You, half asleep with your face pressed into the pillow, can feel the mattress shift while he gets up. Deciding to stay in bed a few more minutes, you turn around to look at James who’s heading towards the bathroom to get ready. As he feels your eyes on him, he turns around and says, “Hey love, sleep alright?”

Your voice is low with remnants as you reply, “Yeah, I did.” He nods and smiles before he turns back to walk to the bathroom. You can hear him turn on the shower faucet as you drift back to a peaceful sleep for a few more minutes.

Your alarm goes off, startling you as you check the time, 7:00. You get up and go to take a shower while James is already downstairs and making breakfast.

“Angel?” he called out to the empty living room hoping his voice would carry up the stairs.

It was a practiced routine, he would go off to work, and you would leave the house around 30 minutes later because your work was closer. You’d get home earlier too, usually taking care of chores to try and distract yourself from your husband’s absence.

“Yeah?” replied a voice, barely loud enough for James to hear. If James was guessing correctly based on the sounds of the blowdryer, you were still getting ready.

“I might be home a little late today, I’ll try to make it quick, is that alright?”

As much as he loved his job, he hated the fact that it took away his time with you. His boss had wanted him to train one of the new employees and he didn’t want to say no because, well, that’s who he is. And you loved him for it but all you could think about was that you’d have to spend another hour distracting yourself.

He always calls every few hours so you’d still get to talk to him, but it still wasn’t the same as actually being with him.

“Yeah, of course, love,” you said, slightly distracted by your thoughts. 

James took note of that and replied, “Is something on your mind?”

Your blow dryer switched off and James could hear your footsteps on the wood floors as you walked towards the stairs. Your thoughts created a whirlwind in your head as you walked down the stairs to pause in front of James. He smiled as if to encourage you to say what you’re thinking.

“No, it’s nothing, it’s just…” you paused for a moment, trying to form an answer, “what am I supposed to do while you’re gone”

James looked confused but flattered as he said, “What d'you usually do while I’m at work.”

Heat rose to your face at this question and you mumbled, “Wait for you to get back mostly”

His eyes widened as he thought about you spending an hour waiting for him. He’d do anything to be there with you but for now, all he could do was assure you that he’d be in contact with you.

James’s cheeks went pink at your confession and he said, “I’ll call you extra today, okay?”

And you couldn’t suppress the grin that emerged on your face at his willingness to give you what you want even if you hadn’t officially asked him.

“Yeah, okay.” 

As James turned to leave you noticed the keys on the counter. You picked them up and said, “Have you forgotten anything?”

He turned around, saying “Yeah, actually, I think I have.” Before quickly walking towards you and placing his lips against you in a soft kiss. Heat rises to your face once again as he pulls away slowly and gazes at you with a look in his eyes that can only be described as pure adoration for you.

You lift your hand to show him the keys and said, “I meant these, but thank you love.”

[snugglebug-92]

Heyyy bestie can I request a luca smut maybe like a part two to the other one where he edges her this time? Maybe he makes a comment about wanting to try it? Thank you 🫶🏼

You were walking around Luca’s picking up his dirty laundry and placing it in the hamper. You shake your head as your boyfriend is passed out from the party the night before. You love Luca but how his half of the room is so messy while Adam’s is so neat. You walk to the laundry room and start Luca’s laundry before heading back to his room. Luca’s mouth is wide open as a snore escapes his lips. You sit down on the bed and brush the hair out of Luca’s face placing a soft kiss on his forehead. You watch Luca sleep for a little while before Adam walks in the room.

“So you’re watchin' him sleep?” Adam questions pulling you out of your trance. 

“Yeah, I guess so. Come here and look at him,” you wave Adam over.

“He looks so peaceful,” Adam laughs.

“I know,” you say, cupping Luca’s cheek and gently rubbing it.

“Thanks for cleaning the room by the way,” Adam smiled before putting a sweatshirt on and placing some clothes in a bag.

“Where are you going?”

“Staying with the sophomores for a day. I’ll be back tomorrow,” Adam walks out the door and you watch TikTok videos until it’s time to change his laundry. You put his clothes in the dryer and go back to his room crawling into bed next to him and placing your head on his chest. The steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep and soon you are being jolted awake by your alarm. You turn it off and grab his clothes out of the dryer before putting them where they belong. You start working on an essay and eventually, Luca wakes up. You feel a pair of arms wrap around you and you relax into your boyfriend's touch. He places a kiss on your forehead before you turn around and plant one on his lips.

“Hi baby,” he smiles.

“Hi handsome,” you grin cupping his cheeks. Luca takes note of his clean room and looks at you.

“I could have done that baby,” he frowns.

“I know but you looked so peaceful sleeping. Plus Adam is gone all day which means we have time to do whatever we want.”

“Whatever we want?” Luca smirks.

“You got a new kink you wanna try Fantilli?” you poke his shoulder as his face turns a slight shade of red.

“Maybe, but I don’t know if it’s really a kink. It���s just edging”

“Whatever pretty boy, let's just have sex,” you groan, pulling your shirt off. Luca concerts his lips with yours as you move to straddle his waist. Your hands tangle in his hair and he groans as you gently tug at his strands. Luca’s hands move from your shoulders to your ass as he gives it a gentle squeeze. You moan at the contact and Luca takes the time to slip his tongue into your mouth. Luca carries you over to his bed and takes his shirt off before placing his lips back on yours. Luca trails his lips down your jawline nipping at your sweet spot before sucking a hickey there.

Your eyes roll back into your head as you tilt your head to the side to give him more access. Luca slowly leaves a trail of kisses down your collarbone to your left boob. He sucks your nipple while he rolls your other one in his fingers. You attempt to close your legs in order to get some type of friction but Luca is quick to hold them in place. He continues his way down to your waistband and places a few kisses before you shove your shorts down. Luca looks up at you and you just about cum at the sight of your boyfriend on his knees for you.

“You ready baby?”

“Please touch me, Lu,” you groan. Luca runs a finger through your folds and you grip his hair. Luca nudges your clit with his nose and you just about scream. Luca licks a stripe from your folds to your entrance and slips his tongue in. Luca thrusts his tongue in and out a few times before switching to his fingers. He slips his pointer finger in first and curls it brushing against your G-spot. Luca gets a good pace going and slips in another finger. As soon as Luca feels you start to clench around his fingers he pulls them out and you groan. He waits a few minutes before starting the whole process again. Luca brushes against your G-spot a few more times making you thrust up and he shakes his head. He feels you start to clench around his fingers and circles your clit. Right as you are about to fall over the edge everything stops.

“Luca please,” you complain.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks like he has no idea what he’s doing to you.

“Stop edging me. I want to cum,” you moan as he sucks your sensitive nub. Luca inserts his fingers in you one last time and you moan hoping you’ll finally be able to cum. He slips a third finger in and you grind against his face. He feels you clench around his fingers and pulls them out sucking them clean before wiping his face off.

“Put your dick in me and let me cum,” you beg.

“Fine baby I’ll do that,” Luca laughs as he slips his boxers off and rolls a condom on. He runs his tip through your folds and you claw at his back. Luca slides in and you both moan at the contact. Luca lets you adjust for a few seconds before slowly thrusting in and out of you. Your back arches as you try to get as close to the boy as possible. He drops his head to your neck and leaves a few kisses and hickeys there. You feel yourself get close already and Luca drops a hand to your clit.

“Please let me cum Lu,” you plead.

“Go ahead pretty girl,” he grits and it is only one more thrust before you are over the edge. Luca keeps up his pace before spilling into the condom. He stays there for a few minutes before finally pulling out.

“Next time you are getting edged,” you laugh.

“Whatever makes you happy baby,” Luca shakes his head.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Yoo guess what? I just had another silly thought(tm)!

So pulling from some previous asks, Cassie being terrified and paranoid of Gregory thinking he's out to get her for surviving his alleged murder attempt with the elevator and is planning to strike again any second to 'finish the job'.

And Prototype Freddy becoming protective of Cassie after she went out of her way to get him repaired and whole, and likely becoming besties with Roxy bc both adore the lil girl.

And Cassie having tried to 'expose' Gregory's dirt but nothing coming from it so in desperation she asked Prototype Freddy's help.

With those past ones in mind I just thought of a new one. :3c

Prototype Freddy all repaired and bonding with Cassie and the group, slowly learning from them about the stuff that happened. Like why they were broken and left behind. And what Cassie went through in Ruin, especially the elevator thing.

And he's so. freaking. indignated. Especially that they have the culprit right there and facing no consequence whatsoever. The one responsible for Cassie's, his own little superstar, suffering. And man, the sheer impunity makes him SO MAD.

So instead of Cassie asking him for anything, Prototype Freddy decides to do something about it himself. Not that ones like Roxy aren't capable, but he's the one with the winning stealth and infiltration card, being identical to a certain other bear.

He maybe tells Roxy his plan before heading out as a headsup, in case anything happens.

Then he goes and the moment Gregory and Glamrock Freddy separate even if just briefly (maybe Glamrock Freddy goes to recharge or something idk,) Prototype enters the scene to rejoin Gregory as his Freddy (maybe he gets Glamrock Freddy stuck somewhere like inside a recharge station or something idk again, just to ensure he has enough time to perform the switch smoothly,) hiding the fact that he's actually a wolf in a familiar sheep's clothing.

Then when Prototype Freddy finally thinks he's gotten Gregory alone with him, his "best friend" only, you get the idea right?

Hmm, the tea!

Puts this child in his stomach hatch and spins him like a tumble dryer. Starts jumping up and down as fast as possible to shake him up like a fizzy faz. Takes him to one of the old locked off storage areas, pops him out like a pez dispenser and bails, locking the door behind him. Plenty of ways to give him a time out!

Could fill his stomach hatch with water and drop him in it like a fish bowl (with air of course he's not Funtime Freddy now) lmao he could get creative with it! He could make friends with a skunk and open the stomach hatch to unleash it on him he could do anything lmao Gregory will never suspect a thing!

On another note, Prototype Freddy being pissed off at this situation is fun. Roxy watching him pace in frustration over this thinking "wow he's just like me for real..." will DJ nods in agreement cause he's seen her do this a thousand times lmao. I now have the idea that she started liking Prototype Freddy because he told someone to fuck off or something lmao it was like a switch flicking off in her head. He swore and destroyed her perception of him so hard he suddenly was a completely different guy to her. That's not Freddy anymore. She's never met this guy before. Oh he has the same name? What a coincidence! Completely different guy now!

Everyone else may struggle to get past him being basically a Freddy clone, but he swore that one time and Roxy's cured! Glamrock Freddy who? Never heard of him!

Here's something for you that's stuck to what I'm doing with Sewerhell stuff: different names! Some of the older versions of the animatronics choose different names to go by to avoid as much confusion. It's not always a big change, like Prototype Freddy could go by Fred exclusively or something or a nickname like 'Proto' or something could stick, I dunno I have fun finding different ways to differentiate everyone ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[im-not-a-l0ser]

Hi, today sucked, lemme tell you all the reasons it sucked in chronological order

I woke up at 1 am and read for a while. I did not get back to bed until 5 am.

I woke up approximately 15 minutes before I had to be out the door, so despite my planning to take a shower and wear a Victorian esc clothing today (for throwback Thursday, dumb school thing) I couldn't.

I didn't eat last night, so for the first time this semester I got breakfast from the cafeteria and it was not good.

We were practicing hand and arm massages in class for state board and wow, I fucking hated the smell, feeling and all around company of the lotion we were using.

I didn't charge my phone last night so I had my phone (and laptop) plugged in for my last two periods of school.

It was warm enough that I didn't need my jacket (a comfort item) so I took it off and put it over my backpack. It fell on the dirty bus floor while I was napping through the half hour bus ride.

My laptop wasn't plugged in properly so it was nearly dead when I got home.

Dad said we were going to the library to file my taxes. Okay, gotcha, I won't change into my home clothes, I'll just switch my binder out for a bra.

My sheets were dirty and I didn't want to lay in my gross bed with clean clothes on so I stripped my mattress and brought the sheets downstairs, where I find the washing machine on a self cleaning cycle. It was at 0, but I guess that's not done?

I notice that my little siblings who had lice for a couple days have put clothes in the laundry basket downstairs, which has my prom dress in it. Prom is on Saturday and I am literally too afraid to dig through their shit to find the dress.

I return to my room and work on chapter two of a story, but it's getting late and my dad hasn't called me out to the van yet.

I only learn my dad is home when he sends a picture of dinner to the gc. I leave my room to ask when we're doing taxes; he tells me he's eating and that I should eat too.

Twenty minutes later (like 7:50 pm at this point), we finally start my fucking taxes.

Very long annoying process, to learn that state taxes should not be filed through this site for me. It worked just fine for my sibling. I ask dad if we can do it tomorrow and he says taxes are due in four days. Whatever.

We go to a different site to file my state taxes where I try to register twice and it denies me both times for my laptop having a VPN. I do not control that; it's my school laptop and it didn't even process that's what the issue was for like 10 minutes.

Dad tells me to go to bed. He's tired. That's when I'm allowed to go to bed, when he's tired.

I return to my room and realise my sheets have never been put in the wash, and I can't sleep without a blanket. And for obvious reasons, I only trust that one blanket right now.

I shove it in the wash for a half hour load, but it doesn't fucking matter because my sister's shit is in the dryer at 45 minutes. She doesn't have an empty basket in the bathroom to put the dry stuff into should it finish and someone else needs to. Her shit is going on the floor in about 20 minutes.

I'm laying on my bed, very cold, just waiting for the fucking wash to be done so I can go to sleep. Except, I know it won't be because my sheets take like two hours to dry at high heat, which also means I won't have my comfort jacket for tomorrow.

I just want to go to sleep and can't because I'm stressing over the idea of going to school in not my comfort jacket.

Honorable mentions: My cosmetology textbook has really misleading information regarding synthetic wigs and its pissing me off. I was supposed to go to Walmart today so I could get breakfast for tomorrow. We had a test in English that gave me a lot of anxiety.

[cryptidsurveys]

Thursday, August 15th, 2024.

Do you like McDonald’s sprite? It's fine. I'm not a big soda drinker, though. I typically only have it when I go to the movies, and in that case it's a small diet Coke. I don't even finish it.

What age did you start becoming more independent? It's only been within the past year that I've really started to become more independent. I was in the waiting room for a therapy appointment a few weeks ago and one of the nurses was joking with me about how I was there without my dad. I was like, "You know, at first I felt all cool doing things on my own, but now it's like…oh, so this is adulthood. How boring." ;D

How do you like your oatmeal? I usually make it with fruit, peanut butter, and sugar-free chocolate syrup, but I like it all kinds of different ways.

Do you ever just dance around the house? Sometimes.

List 5 things you need to do soon. In order of urgency: litter boxes, switch my laundry to the dryer, go grocery shopping, clean my room, clean the upstairs bathroom.

What do you do when you start to feel sad? It depends. Sometimes I have to stuff it down for the time being; in that case, I try to distract myself until I can deal with it later. I also try to figure out what's making me sad (assuming it's not entirely obvious). Sometimes I'm just tired or running low on emotional/social reserves, which means all I really need is either some quiet time by myself to decompress or some positive interactions to bring everything back into balance. I also like to watch my favorite YouTubers, cuddle with my kitties, spend time at the Mountain Park, etc.

Have you ever been to a metal concert? No.

Do you like metal? Yeah.

What’s your favorite Christmas movie? I don't think I have a true favorite.

What about Halloween movie? Same. But in general, I like a mix of horror and nostalgic childhood movies.

Do you like the taste of cilantro? Yeah.

Have you ever busted a window accidentally? I have. When I was a kid, I was playing baseball with some friends in one of their yards. We used rocks for the bases, and afterward I was tossing them back where they belonged and accidentally hit a basement window.

Do you remember those Bratz dolls? What were your favorite dolls? I do remember them, but I think I was too old to be into them.

What was the last thing to bum you out? I thought that said BURN me out, lmao. :') But I guess it's more or less the same answer regardless. I'm feeling a bit of animal shelter burnout. I was called in today; I know I could have said no - I'm technically just a volunteer - but I went anyway. It's a mix of physical exhaustion lingering from the last few days and just…ugh. I feel like I've hit a wall when it comes to tolerating mean and petty people. I don't want to keep taking it, but I don't know how to push back in a way that's not inappropriately explosive. I'm just tired of being walked on, nitpicked, and disrespected…especially when I am just a volunteer. But then it's also like, well, it is my choice to be there and put up with it, and I do want to be there, so…I feel a bit stuck. I really need to learn how to politely push back against people who are heaping too much shit on me. I know it sounds ridiculous, but the idea of sticking up for myself is terrifying. I have this stupid belief that I'm only likeable if I'm people-pleasing. Ugh. I'll figure it out. Also, to be clear - MOST of the people at the shelter are great and have always been kind to me. This is really only about a select few, around whom I unfortunately have to spend the most time.

What is your summer anthem? I don't have one.

Do you enjoy apples? Yeah.

Have you ever made apple butter? Do you like it? I've never made it before, but I do like it.

Do you own any pocket knives? Somewhere. We have this Swiss Army knife with a bunch of different gadgets.

On a scale of 1-10…How happy are you and why? Maybe a five. I know it's a relatively temporary five, though. I'll probably bounce back over the course of today/tomorrow. It's that balance I was talking about above - I just need more uplifting experiences after a slew of dissatisfying ones. Plus some time to relax, spend time with my dad and my cats, make some art, catch up on housecleaning, etc. It's not the first time I've felt like this and it probably won't be the last, so I know that all I have to do is weather it and it'll pass.

Do you think diamonds are overrated? Yeah. I'd much rather have a ring made from a meteorite or something cool like that.

How many languages can you greet somebody in? English, German, Swedish, Spanish, and Japanese.

Do you have a favorite planet? I don't.

Do you know how to play the flute? No.

What do you enjoy putting in your smoothies? Milk or yogurt, bananas, strawberries, mangos, blueberries, chocolate syrup, peanut butter…not necessarily all at once, but in some combination.

What’s a medication that has really helped you? OTC migraine meds do a surprisingly decent job…but I probably need to explore further options. When it comes to psych meds, though, I don't feel like any have significantly helped me (and I've tried a whole bunch of them) which is why I'm not on them anymore and haven't been for a number of years now. I've found other ways to cope.

Do you forgive easily? Yes and no. Intellectually, I think I can forgive fairly easily/quickly. Emotionally, it takes a bit. I'm like, hey man…this is the part where you drop the grudge, okay lmao. DROP IT.

Have you ever broken up with somebody? Yeah.

What was the biggest phase you went through when you were younger? Some sort of goth/emo/anime thing.

Is there something you’ve been hiding from someone? No.

Do you believe in demons? Idk.

Have you ever seen a spider consume another spider? No.

What’s your favorite fruit? Probably mangos.

Do you ever go clubbing? No.

Have you ever been to a church camp? I went to this Bible camp thing as a kid. Not a sleep-away camp, but a day camp.

Have you ever accidentally swallowed something you shouldn’t have? Maybe…?

Last book you remember enjoying? The one I've failed to pick up for weeks now. :')

When was the last time you got scared? I'm not sure.

Have you ever seen a boy band live? No.

When was the last time you drank water? Just a few minutes ago.

Have you ever been dehydrated? Yeah.

Have you ever shot a gun? Yeah.

Do you use Facebook? No.

Would you say you’re well educated on religious topics? I wouldn't say I'm well educated, but I'm not entirely ignorant either. Even though I don't practice any particular religion, I still find them interesting.

What’s the longest you have walked at once? Like 13-14 miles.

Do you ever take those Buzzfeed quizzes? No.

How long was your last phone call? Just a minute or so. My mom called me while I was at the shelter earlier to ask how the little kitten was doing. He's an absolute sweetheart and an absolute terror.

[switchedandbewitched]

Switched and Bewitched

Chapter 5: That jacket with that skirt?

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“I think all of you are ready,” Timothy proclaimed. 

“Really?” Fred asked. “You’re serious? You’re not just joking?”

“I am serious.”

“Like, Groovy!” Shaggy said.

“Please, guys, this is a very important excursion. To collect clues,” Velma reminded them. 

“We have to have a little fun, or we’ll lose our minds,” Daphne argued. 

“I am certain you can have fun and collect clues,” Timothy responded. He tossed Fred some keys. 

“Fred, there is something waiting for you in the g-garage. I think you will find it quite to your liking.”

Fred flashed a wide grin and jumped to his feet so quickly the dining room chair flew backwards with a loud squeak. 

 “Ah-ah! Not so fast, Fred. You all have the knowledge to fly under the radar b-but you don’t have...  the look. Your assistants are waiting for you in your rooms with some 21st century apparel. And then you can meet in the g-garage.” 

Daphne returned to her room where she found her assistant, a preppy blonde whose name she could never remember, holding what seemed to be a whole new wardrobe. The clothes were all zipped in designer bags so Daphne couldn’t see what fashion disaster Tim’s crew had in store for her. She took the bags from Preppy Blonde and scurried into her room. 

“This is what they’re wearing these days?” Daphne shouted into the hallway, staring down at a lavender t-shirt dress.  “I’ve never heard of the brand ‘C.L. Magnus’.” 

She laughed. “Totally! This is considered very fashionable. You can leave it as is or throw a belt on to jazz it up. Scarf?” 

Daphne took the green scarf from her hand and wrapped it around her neck. “It just seems a little, I don’t know, plain. Do you have anything else?”

“Er, uh...,” Preppy paused. Her disappointment that Daphne wasn’t satisfied on the first try was written all over her face. “Like, yeah, totally Ms. Blake. Nooo worries. Be back in a sec!” She disappeared down the hallway only to reappear with more designer bags in tow. Flashing Daphne a perfect smile, she unzipped another bag and held up a lantern sleeve dress, gesturing like Vanna White. “Well? Maybe this?”

“Too poofy,” Daphne responded, hand on her hip. “Fancier than the first one and less... voluminous than that one.” Preppy held up a jumpsuit in a slightly darker shade of purple. “I don’t really feel like wearing pants, Prep -- Perhaps another dress?”

“Can I show you a dress-shirt combo?”

“I guess, I’m not quite sure what you mean --”

Preppy pulled out a light purple long sleeve shirt and dark purple pinafore dress. “This doesn’t totally match what I had in your fashion profile but I snatched it up just in case you --”

“Love it. I love it. I’ll take that.”

“Perfect!” Preppy squealed, handing her the clothes and a pair of lavender ankle boots. “Now for your hair. I’m thinking loose waves and some curtain bangs.” She pulled out a barrel brush and blow dryer from her bag. “This is, like, going to be so totally fun!” 

Shaggy’s assistant was named Greg and was much less chatty than Daphne’s assistant. He had simply gestured to the closet and looked at Shaggy before darting off to address something he heard over his earpiece.

“Like, this is pretty alright, Scoob,” Shaggy said and turned around to face Scooby-Doo. His green t-shirt had been replaced with a button down of the same color and his baggy bell bottoms were now fitted slacks. In the closet were also leather sneakers and a grey cardigan. 

“Rooking rood, Raggy. Rat rabout re?” Scooby asked, doing a little twirl in his new, but identical, collar. 

“Great, Scooby. You look great, too.” 

“Well, Fred, your outfit is fairly timeless, if I’m honest, but we have to make a few changes,” Fred’s assistant told him. He was a stocky fellow and didn’t appear to know much about fashion himself so Fred hesitated to take his word. “Namely, the ascot. The ascot has to go.”

“No! Not my ascot!” Fred said, clutching at his neck. 

“I’m afraid so. We’ve hung your clothes in your closet, please take a look.”

Fred found pairs of dark blue jeans alongside loose white button downs and orange t-shirts. Fred got dressed and buttoned the shirt up just enough that the orange peeked through at the top. 

“Why don’t you just tuck the front of the shirt in a bit? It’ll add a bit of style but still look effortless, I promise,” The assistant said. 

Fred raised an eyebrow but did as he was told then patted his ascot, a forlorn look on his face. “I’ll miss you buddy.” 

“You’re kidding me,” Velma said. 

“Please, Ms. Dinkley. I really don’t want to argue with you and it is imperative you blend in. Not only blend it, it is imperative you look older as well. I understand you will be eighteen in just a few weeks but someone your age should still be in high school and if you are running around town it might draw unwanted attention,” Marcie said, holding out a pair of wide leg paperbag pants and a stylishly slouchy orange sweater.  They’d been going back and forth about this for ten minutes. 

“You barely look 18 yourself! I can’t believe this.”

“Ahem, I am 18, Ms. Dinkley, thank you. Please wear the clothes.”

Velma sighed deeply and snatched the clothes from her hands. She lovingly set her red skirt and orange turtleneck on her bed before stepping into her new clothes. There was a full length mirror on the back of the door and Velma looked at herself hesitantly. Well, maybe it’s not so bad, she thought. 

Velma stepped back into the hallway. "Are you happy now, Marcie?"

"Uh, well, yes. You look... you look very good Ms. Dinkley," she responded. If Velma wasn't mistaken, Marcie was blushing slightly. "It’s just that the shirt is supposed to be tucked into the pants.”

“Oh,” Velma said. She carefully tucked the sweater into her pants and looked up. “I never wear pants.”

Marcie handed her a pair of maroon flats and then produced a pair of black, square-framed glasses. 

Velma took both and started at Marcie through her new lenses. “Remarkable. They’re only twenty-percent the thickness of my old glasses, at most, and I can see clearer.”

Marcie and Velma walked down to the foyer, where they found Shaggy, Scooby, Daphne, and Fred. 

“Um, Velma, those are, like, some groovy pants,” Shaggy said. His tone was entirely genuine but that didn’t seem to matter to Velma. 

“Shut up, Norville,” Velma said. Change was not, and had never been, a close friend of Velma’s. 

“Hey!”

“You’re just not looking very ‘shaggy’ right now,” she responded, but her tone had lightened and Shaggy could tell she was teasing him in good fun. “I love your outfit, Daphne, you look great.”

“Thanks. It’s definitely growing on me.”

“Guys, there’s time for a fashion show later, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” Fred squealed and darted off to the garage. The Gang heard a loud gasp followed by the cry, “Oh, baby, I’ve missed you!” 

Externally, the Mystery Machine was identical to the one they’d left behind in 1969. Internally, she was a completely different beast. Everything had been updated to reflect 21st century safety standards, of course, and all the bells and whistles necessary for on-the-go mystery solving had also been added. There was a satellite computer system in the back, a whiteboard, a Scooby-Snack dispensing machine, fingerprint dusting kits, a microscope, disguises, trapping equipment, and just about anything else they could need. 

“This is... everything!” Fred shouted, practically hopping from one foot to the other. “Are you guys sure we have to go home because this might just be worth staying here.”

“Jeepers,” Daphne said as she peered into the back of the Mystery Machine. “I don’t know how to use half of this stuff.”

“Like, it is nice, Fred, but...” I still want to go home, Shaggy thought.   

Marcie followed The Gang into the garage and consulted her tablet. “Your assignment is to drive into town and walk around Main St. Maybe grab a coffee, or go into a store.”

“That’s it?” Velma asked. “You’re making us walk around? Shop?!”

“And blend in,” she finished. “That’s the hard part. We will have an undercover operative keep an eye on you and report back to Timothy and myself about how well you do. Then, if it goes well, you can go out and start collecting clues about time travel. We have no idea how long it will take to master the intricacies of time travel. You could be here for months or even years.”

“Marcie, this seems like a waste of time,” Daphne said. “We should have started collecting clues the minute we landed here.”

“Honestly, Ms. Blake, I see your point, however clues that have lasted since 1969 are going to last a few more days. Off you go.” 

The Gang piled into the Mystery Machine, Fred, Daphne, and Velma up front and Shaggy and Scooby in the back. Fred could hardly contain his excitement as he put the Mystery Machine in reverse and backed out of the garage. He turned to Daphne, beaming, and she giggled. 

“Go ahead, Freddie. See what this thing can do.”

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[not-souleaterpost]

The suprisingly bad plot of Bomb Rush Cyberfunk

So I played this little fun Jet Set Radio clone (don't worry, it ties into the iceberg, so I wasnt technically procrastinating with video games-)

And the thing that stuck out besides the expected and fun is how the story was bad. In a surprising way - not as "oh I didnt expect it to suck so much!!!" But nah, what I mean is that it failed in a interesting way.

So what do I mean?

Well lets start with the whole setup "Oh yeah, you get your head chopper of and are actually just a random scrap metal robot controling a should-be lifeless body."

This is weird enough, but the fact that there is that much head switching and body stitching is just strange, you wouldnt really expect that from a skating game - hell it makes the casual light-bulb eye-switching from Naruto look tame in comparison.

Still, one could guess that its just a quirky thing (or more disturbingly that some of the developers gets off from it, like not the weirdest thing that exist) - just some funny detail to get attention and stand out.

But not, this thing actually is the crux of the whole "theme" and "charachter arc"

And its weird that this kind of game trys that, like if mario struggled with alcholism as a framing decice for generic platformer #64. Cause why do something that is overly ambitious and will fail?

Like this game sadly failed - the whole search for "roots" just felt kinda unatural and as if the people were living in a different world from you (like ok I get it the society literally is that much weirder, but I mean in a sense of just procecing information and emotions differently than a standard human would)

Just the fact that the charachters feel empty and you dont really connect with them or their relationships makes everything hollow - yet its weird that they tried at all - cause yeah in the end in Jet Set Radio, nobody gives a shit about that stuff, we just wanna ride the line with carefull cartoon charicatures.

Yet still the story decided to introduce plot twist, thematic foils, villians with pseudo-arcs, drama etc.

But somehow it doesnt get how at the same time it just doesnt work on a basic level - like after its revealed that not only that Faux guy killed Felix for a petty reason but also is about to kill all other Graffiti pals, its kinda irellevant that his "big secret" was "Oh your dad kept you out of trouble"

Yet the game plays that up as some final all revealing shocker, and even gives Faux a death mirroring Felix initial fall.

Also the whole arc of Felix is both weird and at the same time something that seems to be trying to say something - from starting as some random smart hair-dryer, to it being revealed that he secretly was a legendary skater with amnesia, and the whole "you are both now"-

I get kinda that they tried to say "look he died partly because of his arrogance and not letting others be close may sparked Faux's psychopathy", but still at the end it just doesnt click, you know what Im saying - the first thing after coming to life with no memory is "Oh I wanna paint the city, yeah why not and find my original head even if its not really mine" and then "Oh I guess I learned the power of friendship, even if we interacted minimally and in the end only the final thematic attack showed the use of bonds"

Like yeah, it showed literally moments how without other people he would be dead but still it was so subdued that its weird to do a whole story like that.

Especially a story as whacky as it - with a evil skater head taking over the police and brainwashing everyone to do his biding while becoming a giant centipede monster.

But the weirdest part is that it even had the whole meta-commentary about how yeah it IS a rip-off and one cant escape that, but like, we are totally something new too guys!

But guess the only really clever writting was the set up of that weirdo with angel wings actually having a absurd but believable reason for overhearing everything lol.

Yet other things just go nowhere - the sniper kinda disapears from the story, there are obvious times where you are just sent in circles for padding, etc.

And that last thing is kinda what leads me to my attempt to reverse engineer the story -

I would guess they started with the wacky desing of the main guy and someone though "but why do he be having that crazy head thou?"

And from that it sparked the idea, well he lost the head - and that connected with the whole "identity" thing especially when they had to think if they were making something creative or just puppetering the corpse of a dead, head-team less corpse of a faux legendary franchise (I dunno why I said faux, I like JSR, but I had to tie in the names)

The details came later, hence why DJ Cybers Mask is supposedly Felix's, even though it doesnt fit the latter - cause yeah the charachter designs werent made like that originally.

And thats why there is some weird padding and moments - cause of budget reasons some things had to be stretched, or maybe some things had to be used in a way to maximise what one has done and to not throw away some cool concepts, even if they clash.

Also, Im not knocking this associative way of coming up with storys, just speculating if thats how it all came together.

Still, the fact that the story isnt just "Yeah we are rebels and here are police, lets fight!" without any of the before mentioned window dressing is surprising.

And, being non-generic is a positive surprise, no matter the execution - so see, this "essay" wasnt shitting on this game afterall.

(also contrast for a simmilar story that is unsurprisingly bad - Gravity Rush - but I'll save that for another time, man I wish that games creative direction was done by someone else, cause the gameplay itself has moments of being more fun than a lot of things...)

Oh also the proof that this all relates back to the Soul Eater iceberg - see what I found (sadly not first, cause I googled and some redditor noticed 2 months ago, alas if I played this game way back I would have had this eternal glory, not shame😔):

And if you say: That's it? I expected more!:

Yeah...Sorry

[startseeingstars]

Fireflies - Possum (Welcome to Willits)

CH09

TW - Drug use

I awoke the next morning in Possum’s small tent. His face was buried in my hair and his bare arm laid over me, holding me close to him.

I yawned and he stirred, nuzzling further into my hair as I chuckled.

Little possum woke too and crawled over for a head scratch. I obliged, sighing as I realised how dry my mouth was.

“Possum… do you have any water?” I asked and he yawned, reached over to his other side and handed me a water bottle. I drank it dry but still had cottonmouth.

I rolled over and he smiled as I brushed his own hair away from his face.

“So uh…” I hadn’t really thought about how to ask or say that I wanted him to hang around with me longer.

“I’m thinking of doing a supply run today, maybe some laundry. Did you want to come?” I asked hopefully.

“Yeah, I’m well overdue for fresh socks.” He confessed and I giggled.

We had driven to the next town over to use the laundromat.

As we threw our clothes into the same machine, I realised he really only had a couple shirts and pants. Though, I was relieved to see at least a week's worth of underwear.

He pressed ‘start’ on the machine and I climbed onto the empty counter top, sitting with my legs crossed. He followed suit and we stared at each other. After a minute, I smirked - wondering what he was thinking. Before I could ask, he spoke.

“Wanna play a game?” He asked and I nodded.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked and he shrugged.

“I was hoping you’d have an idea for one.” He admitted and I bit my lip, thinking.

“Truth or dare?” I suggested and he smiled.

“Interesting choice. Bring it on.” He challenged and I grinned.

“You first. Truth or dare?” I asked.

“Truth.” I rolled my eyes, but I already had a thousand questions about him that needed answers.

“Are you homeless?” I think my question took him by surprise and my eyes widened as I realised how that may have sounded.

“I just mean, you haven’t mentioned ‘home’ or anything, so…” I tried to explain and he chuckled.

“Yeah, I guess technically, I am homeless. I don’t have a postal address but I get by just fine on the road. I actually prefer it.” He admitted thoughtfully and I smiled, a little relieved he didn’t take my question the wrong way.

“I feel the same. I mean, my mail still goes to my parent’s house, and not to sound cliche, but it never really felt like home.” He nodded.

“See? You get it. Now, truth or dare?” He asked, leaning back on his hands.

I pondered for a moment. “Dare.” He smirked mischievously and glanced at the camera in the far corner of the ceiling.

“Flash the camera.” He instructed and I rolled my eyes, but complied - turning and lifting my shirt toward the lens briefly.

When I faced him again, he looked a little smug, but his eyes were still red and glassy from the cone he’d smoked on the way here.

“You know, if you wanted to see them again, all you had to do was ask nicely.” I teased and he chuckled.

“I’ll keep that in mind, sweetheart.”

The game continued, and I discovered that he was an only child, enjoyed a wide variety of music and really despised the idea of living by the government's standards or societal norms - it wasn’t natural to him.

I also found out that he wasn’t afraid to wear a pair of stranger’s underwear on his head. Thankfully, we were pretty sure they were clean.

I’d chosen a couple harmless but revealing truths and a dare where he had gotten me to brush his hair - which he seemed to very much enjoy.

Eventually, it was my turn again. He loaded the clothing into the dryer and asked me for my choice.

“Dare.” I replied.

He switched the dryer on and turned back to me.

“Alright, dare, dare, dare…” he trailed off, thinking with an absent look in his eyes. Suddenly, he began taking a few steps closer, until his hands rested either side of me as I sat on the counter. He stared at me for a moment before he smiled a little bigger, showing his teeth.

“I dare you to put up with me for another night.” His words sent a jolt of excitement through me and I licked my lips.

“Done. Truth or dare?” I asked.

“Dare.” He leaned in slightly and I could smell the intoxicating scent of weed on his breath.

“Stick with me for another week.” I hadn’t given it much thought, or considered how he would react to such a request, but he seemed unbothered.

“I guess I could hang around for a pretty thing like you.” He whispered, pecking my lips softly as I blushed.

[azrael-the-lucifan]

A Letter to Laura

Dear Laura,

Do you remember me? I remember you. With your yellow hair you insisted was strawberry blonde. The crisscross tan lines you would get in the summer from your pink sketchers sandals; they were your favourite shoes. Some things I don’t remember now, the sound of your voice, your laugh. I don’t remember which of us was taller or who could run the fastest. But that’s okay. Humans are meant to forget things, it makes room for new memories. But I hope you don’t completely forget me. I know I will never completely forget you.

I often think about driving past your old house even though I know you haven’t lived there for years. I never do. I sometimes think about all the fun we had there. Playing RuneScape only to go around scamming people into giving us expense items when we saw the “buying gf” text come up. You were thrilled when someone traded you a diamond ring. I remember watching Twitches, your favourite movie, and stealing the whole box of your brother’s Halloween candy. Do you still have your camcorder? It had all those videos of us building ridiculous contraptions in hopes of getting on AFV, even though we never submitted the videos.

Do you ever drive past my old house? Do you remember using the hose to turn my plastic slide into a water slide? What about the bonfire we had in an old dryer drum? I have the photo from that day on my wall. What about the time we were bored and walked around the street in some old Sully and Mike costumes that barely fit us? Are these memories as special to you as they are to me? I guess I’ll never know.

It has been 13 years since last we spoke. Why did you stop talking to me? One day you no longer wanted to be my partner for projects. You stopped playing witches at recess. You wouldn’t pick the same team as me in gym class. It was like I didn’t exist. Like the past 6 years we had been nothing more than classmates; not best friends. You left school for a while after getting in a fight with the other Laura; we thought we would never see you again. Did you know Spencer got in trouble when a sub did roll call and when they got to your name he said “she doesn’t come to school anymore”? Then, a week before March break, you came back. You acted like nothing had happened. Asked us if we wanted any souvenirs from your upcoming trip to Disney. We said no thanks. You didn’t apologize. You didn’t acknowledge the distance you had created. March break came and went, and so did you. We never saw you again. You switched schools.

A year later I caught a glimpse of you at the movies. I wondered what you were going to see. Were you still a fan of Pirates of the Caribbean? But I didn’t approach. You were with your new friends. I hope you treated them better than you did me. Why did you stop talking to me? Did six years of friendship mean so little to you? Six years of partnering for every assignment. Six years of sleepovers. Six years of watching our brothers’s baseball games. Six years we were best friends. Half our lives at that point. Now it has been twice as long since then. And I still don’t know why you stopped taking to me.

I don’t trust the way I used to. Because if you threw me away after six years, why won’t someone else? I wish you had told me why.

Dear Laura,

I hope you’re doing well.

[suckitsurveys]

Are you tired? Are you taking this survey because you can’t sleep? Always tired all the time always. But no, I am taking this survey because I am avoiding work.

Do you have something important to do? My job hahahhhahahaha.

Do you like Jalapeno Cheetos? I’m not a fan of Cheetos in general.

Do you wish you had a new phone? YESSSSSS I might get one this weekend.

Name one thing you ate today? A banana.

Do you like 80’s music? 60’s music? 90’s music? Yes.

Do you find rap music annoying? No.

What song is stuck in your head? Hot To Go! by Chappell Roan.

Have you ever been to Germany? Never been.

Do you drink coffee in the mornings? I’ve switched to tea.

Do you become a fan of lots of things on Facebook? Not anymore.

What time do you go to bed on school/work nights? Around 10/11 is when I fall asleep

Have you ever seen a therapist? I need to.

Do you get in trouble at school often? I’m not in school and I am also not 12.

Do you watch videos on YouTube? Not so much anymore once I broke out of the spell of watching family vloggers. I realized how toxic and exploitative they are and I want no part of it anymore. Every once in a while I’ll watch some videos but it’s rare unless I am looking for something specific.

Name a song that makes you happy. Oh there are so many of those.

Name a song that makes you want to dance. I can’t access the database of songs in my head at the moment because that Chappell Roan song I mentioned earlier is taking over my brain.

Name a song that brings back memories. ^

Does the song above bring back good or bad memories? --

What decade do you think is the best musically? Music is subjective.

Do you take a long time to get ready in the mornings? Not a super long time. I wake up around 4:40/4:50 and get out of bed at 4:55, start my tea, do my morning skin care and brush my teeth and hair, get dressed, pack up my stuff, and am out the door by 5:20/5:25.

Do you wear a lot of makeup? Nope.

Have you ever written poetry or fiction? Uh huh as am angsty teen.

Do you know how to read music? Nope..

Do you regularly use a blow dryer? I don’t.

When was the last time you went to church? To an actual service? in high school when my friend asked me to sleep over on a Saturday and I was unaware that I’d have to go to church the following morning. Needless to say I never slept over at her house on a Saturday again. That being said, I’ve been IN churches for various funerals/services since then.

Would you date someone who was a different religion than you? I’m married so I’m not dating anyone but I couldn’t see myself with someone who was tied to their religion.

What is your best subject in school? Sociology.

Name something you do nearly everyday. The NYT games.

Do you take surveys a lot? I mean, more than most people I guess.

Have you ever had sushi? Yes, it’s one of my favorite foods.

[rametarin]

The old piece of shit has found a new target of ire.

I've often stated that due to health problems and money problems, I'm stuck living with an abusive and antagonistic piece of shit. My mother. Her antagonism exacerbates my health problems, and her greed and entitlement exacerbates my money problems. And as a result of both, I can't escape. Which becomes a vicious cycle she deliberately keeps up to keep me from escaping, to keep being a worthless and abusive piece of shit.

I can't make money living under her roof without her spending her share + mine on bullshit, howling about how she "can't afford her bills" as justification to take my money from me, and that effectively leaves us both barely dangling. A phenomenon that miraculously ceases when I don't have any money for her to steal. So, to keep from pounding myself into the ground going into circles that do nothing but deteriorate what health I have, I don't work. If and when I can ever escape from her, I will. But while I live with this tyrannical piece of shit, I simply can't spare the health or mind to tolerate a job and the soul crushing results of someone else turning a minimum wage paycheck into piles of junk food, piles of shit, and making it rain on family members that don't deserve a dime, much less what could be a nest egg.

So, I live with her. And she's a petty disgusting tyrant.

How petty?

Well, so petty that she decided she didn't like the specific towel I favor. So she decided that unless I'm willing to pay ten dollars every time I use it, it doesn't go in the dryer. It's just a fucking towel. It has colors. It doesn't have any political messages, it doesn't have any coherent symbol or logo. It's just a striped bath and beach towel. Claims it's "too big to wash regularly" because "it's expensive." So this specific towel, the only one I like, doesn't get to go in the dryer.

And when she was really suffering from money problems due to answering when a scam assed fake electric company called offering her cheaper rates, the bird brain inside of her went, "BOK BOK BOK.. CHEAP POWER!?" and signed on. Then the electricity costs skyrocketed and she was locked in to the scam.

At that point she was running around unplugging every appliance when it wasn't in use and even hitting the big red outlet switch to turn off our furnace (which also served as our hot water heater) under the impression that she'd be preventing, "vampire power" from sapping electricity and running up her bills. Just, imagining any scenario she could to handwave control over the situation to limit how much this bird brained attempt at saving money now was hemhorraging cash instead. More than once she went on a tangent speaking to herself (which is what she does when she wants a one-sided conversation with me, or the younger brother) about how us not turning the lights off after we leave a room was the reason electricity cost $500 a month. The way a programmer speaks to a rubber duck, or a narcissist talks into a mirror to reaffirm things they want to be true.

Well, ever since my younger brother bought an electric leafblower, we've been using it as a handheld, light duty snow blower. And this has made my worthless bitch of a mother upset, because for some reason, she likes when we have to invest effort into things and suffer. That's not hyperbole, she despises the use of the leafblower for no other reason than because she believes it's a "cheat" to investing effort into labor.

So whenever it has snowed, she tries to narrate the situation and browbeat. "Oh nooo! It's snowed. Guess you'll have to get your coat on and go shovel. Do you want me to pour you a drink before you get your coat on and go shovel? I was thinking of going to town after you get your coat on and go shovel."

Yes, the bold and italic is such because she thinks she's being subtle or mindfucky. She genuinely believes that is how you "trick" people into doing what you want, how you want. By acting and performing what she wants is the only mechanical possibility. When I correct her and say it can easily be done with a leaf blower, she gets mad and insists that the snow is too heavy to be leaf blown.

95% of the time, she's wrong.

She despises how little effort it takes, for someone that isn't even her, to go clear a path of snow. And she's like this, rain or shine. A fat, disgusting, selfish bitch that believes if you aren't bleeding for her when she feels like you should be bleeding, then you're, "getting off easy." And thus, owe her some other sort of labor to compensate. Even if the labor is utterly pointless. It's like she has this weird robotic quota of control in her head she needs to convince herself she's employing over someone else every day, and if she doesn't get it, she becomes antagonistic and combative.

But that's not how women do combative. Women antagonize you and then scream and threaten to call the police if you confront them over it. So the only form of "fighting" is endurance, compliance, or non-compliance- which just becomes endurance, as those stupid cunts stand right there in the doorway while you're recovering from shoveling and feel the need to go "Keep shoveling!..... Keep shoveling!... What's the hold up?" Just to try and incentivize you to stop resting and keep working. If only to shut them the fuck up and convince them to leave you alone.

So rather than stand in the doorway and blow off the porch in under a minute, she gets mad and insists I suit up in winter gear and go entirely outside to do a one minute task. As punishment, I suppose, for not having to put in the effort of shoveling everything.

But oh, Ram, I hear you say; she has a point! Doesn't opening the door make the heat go out?

Why yes it does. That never stops this stupid cunt from opening the door and wanting to have meaningless shouted conversations just to grab your attention for minute at a time while you're shoveling. The time it takes me to blow off the deck and stairs from the doorway is less than the time she spends farting out her stupid fucking face to say and accomplish nothing from the door, or the window, while I'm trying to concentrate and focus on shoveling.

Stupid conversations while I'm busy and trying to do labor that accomplish absolutely nothing but giving her attention, while I'm trying to do something else. That, ultimately, is the point of wanting attention while somebody else is busy; to put yourself above whatever labor is occurring and demand they give you priority, if only 51%.

"SURE IS COLD OUT THERE, HUH!? LOOK AT ALL THE SNOOOOW! BLAHBLAHBLAH, CAN'T BELIEVE IT-, FEEL THIS-, DIDN'T THINK THAT-, MY STUPID SISTER SAYS."- I don't fucking care, leave me alone, this 'conversation' can take place INDOORS when I'm not trying to do manual labor. Leave me alone. Worthless, lazy bitch. You don't shovel, you don't even clean off the car. This isn't helpful, and you know it actively pisses me off.

This petty bitch refuses to get tools to reduce the amount of labor involved in solving petty chores, specifically because it's designed to make me exert more effort to do them. So when the younger brother buys these shortcuts and there's nothing she can do about the Golden Child's purchases, tries to handwave and mindwarp reasons why they don't apply to the situation. She got inordinately mad about the leafblower, because having a rake on hand was how she got hours of work out of me in the fall just raking leaves that didn't need to be raked.

After the leafblower, we could do hours of work in minutes. She felt less like a slavemaster, I suppose, so decided if it wasn't going to take us hours to rake leaves, we needed to do more labor on a tighter routine, more days out of the fall. To a point. It's blatant what she's doing, but she knows she can't maintain the justifiablity thing even to herself, after a while. It becomes blatantly obvious you're just trying to ride somebody's ass for the joy of riding somebody's ass when you have no reason to do it.

[greenhappyseed]

Thank you @pikahlua!! It was really fun chatting through this one with you!! I wanted to add my own thoughts on the potential mechanism for Katsuki pushing his way into Tomura’s vestige world, because these panels have been circling my brain like a sock in the dryer.

And when Tomura had his outburst about playing with Mikkun (aka when Tenko was pretending to be All Might) , who was watching?

Katsuki’s actually been watching Tomura for quite some time. At Kamino, he learned the LOV viewed themselves as suffering under societal expectations. They asked, “is this really what society is supposed to be like?” At the time he didn’t understand, but as an admirer of All Might and friend of Izuku, Katsuki has grown to realize the answer is “no.” In the PLF War, Katsuki had a front seat to see Tomura screaming about how his dad (which Katsuki knows is Nana’s son) taught him that heroes hurt their families.

In Ch. 360, Tomura had Katsuki in a choke hold but he didn’t take Katsuki’s quirk OR kill him straightaway. Tomura, who once tried to recruit Katsuki, doesn’t act like he’s excited to kill, regardless of the words he says. Further, Tomura remembered Katsuki admired All Might, and then used that fact to say Katsuki will always be Izuku’s hanger-on; a minnow in OFA’s lake. The switch in the comparison is curious because of what Tomura’s NOT saying: He’s NOT saying Katsuki CAN’T be like All Might; just that Katsuki can’t measure up to OFA.

So, right before Katsuki gets up to “attack” Tomura in Ch. 362, what does he see? He sees Tomura admiring All Might’s triumphs.

Going back to the image that started this post, Katsuki and Tenko both have a direct relationship with the heroes who make them feel like they can take on the world. For both of them, that relationship didn’t work out how they initially wanted. But the admiration remains, which means the possibility is still there. They can both be extraordinary heroes just like All Might.

So, how is Katsuki getting into Tomura’s vestige world? Katsuki knows All Might put a piece of his consciousness into OFA, so Katsuki is trying to do the same to TomurAFO. He “attacks” Tomura in order to get close enough to touch and forcibly will his consciousness — not his Explosion quirk vestige — into TomurAFO. And given Tomura’s admiration of All Might and soft spot for Katsuki, Katsuki is making an educated guess he’ll be welcomed and will see All Might’s vestige on the other side.

Katsuki is a smart kid. He gets this vestige world stuff. He also knows the rules of “cursed” OFA. It can only be forcibly taken by overwhelming the user’s will, but the user can forcibly will it on to others. Katsuki knows it will be a risky move and he’s probably going to lose consciousness (maybe even lose his body). That’s why he says goodbye to Jeanist and bides his time until he can get up close to Tomura’s real body. Katsuki has to touch Tomura to do the transfer. It’s why you can’t see Katsuki’s broken right arm in this picture…but it sure looks like he’s reaching for Tomura.

I’m not sure yet how All Might gets into Tomura’s vestige world, but there are multiple possibilities:

There’s New Order (the way Pika described)

All Might’s vestige could be able to float between OFA and AFO because it’s a spirit and not a piece of DNA like most quirks are, so it’s not bound to a body.

There could be multiple “spirit of All Might” vestiges in everyone who admired him. Think of this more like the “spirit of true heroism” rather than a manifestation of “All Might” the person (and that’s why it’s smoky and hazy).

Overall, I really enjoy this theory because yes, it’s Katsuki achieving victory over his own issues, but it’s also Katsuki helping Tenko win over Tomura. Selflessly helping someone else achieve victory over themselves is incredibly heroic, don’t you think?

Katsuki ain’t waking up any time soon and it’s gonna be amazing: Oh wait I think I know how MHA is gonna end ahahaha holy shit holy shit holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit, a picture essay

I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna do the thing.

@greenhappyseed​ and I were having a lovely discussion over internet tea until we accidentally on purpose stumbled upon the MHA ending hahahahaha SIT DOWN, KIDS.

I’ll tell you how it’s gonna go. I’m gonna tell you everything important that you need to know. (With…one exception, which is the HOW EXACTLY??? But fear not because I’m sure Horikoshi will fill in the blanks to make this happen. It’s gonna fucking happen. Certainly. Probably. I’m maybe 100% sure.)

I’m gonna try not to be super wordy. I’ll just explain the dots we have connected with pictures. And I’m gonna laugh my ass off the whole way through it.

(Little did I realize how hilariously, literally correct I was.)

Oh, uh, probable spoilers warning? Like really, you should be absolutely sure you wanna read this before you do. Because, you know, it might just spoil everything. At least everything to do with Izuku, Katsuki, and Tomura.

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