#he wanted to pet a trout

[redux-iterum]

maybe in an au silverstream fished out graystripe from a big fishtank he’d fallen in to at her dad’s aquarium

If I could draw cats, I would draw that right now. That's such a great mental image.

#he wanted to pet a trout #he leaned too far over the lip of the tank #ask #anonymous #nonsense #i speak

[alltheirdamn]

Couch Chronicles | One Shot

Frankie Morales x f!reader x Benny Miller

Summary: When you accidentally tell your boyfriend, Frankie, that you think his best friend is cute... he makes a plan. Rating: 18+ Explicit Word Count: 4.2k Warnings: strictly smut, established relationship, threesome, mmf dynamic, heavy kissing, a stupid amount of neck kissing, nipple play, oral (f! and m! receiving), fingering, choking, rough sex, cum eating, deepthroat, unprotected piv sex, multiple creampies, degrading kink (very mild), praise kink, pet names (pretty girl, baby, babygirl), language, men whimpering (i know) A/N: I want two boyfriends, and I want the boyfriends to be boyfriends... yeah, you guys know how it goes. idk I had an idea, tossed some words together, and here we are. not my finest work and probably a lil shitty in terms of technicality, but I was craving a good trip to Paris.

Masterlist | Ko-fi

You were lying in bed with Frankie one night, scrolling through social media, when you came across a new post from Benny. It was from a recent fishing trip down to the lake, and he was shirtless, holding a large trout in his hand. You tapped on the screen twice, liking the photo and spending an extra few seconds staring at his tall frame and shaggy blonde hair doused in sunlight. 

“You know he is pretty cute,” you said aloud, showing Frankie the photo.

Frankie and Benny were close, best friends even. You had spent time with him here and there over the years at barbecues and small group settings. He was always friendly and welcomed you into the group with open arms. You and Frankie had been dating for a while now, and you were well aware of his past with the group of men and the missions they had gone on. But now he was home for good, making a living for himself and staying clean. 

“Do you ever think about fucking him?” Frankie asked casually, glancing from the screen to your face.

“Frankie, oh my God!” You gasped. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You gaped at him, shutting off your phone and placing it on the nightstand.

“Hey, I wasn’t asking to start an argument,” he said coolly. “It was a genuine question.”

You shrunk into the pillows, turning to face him. He nestled against his own pillow, holding your gaze and giving you a small grin. His hair had grown shaggy at the ends, sticking up behind his ears and curling at the base of his neck. You lifted a hand to scratch at the patchy beard covering his jaw, biting your lip as you navigated a response in your head.

“No, I haven’t thought about it,” you exhaled. “Okay, maybe I have once or twice. Fuck—I don’t know. Not in a fuck him and leave you type of way.”

“You know I wouldn’t be mad if you did,” Frankie replied. “Fuck him, I mean.”

“What?” You balked, eyes growing wide.

He only shrugged his shoulders, shifting close to you in the bed.

“He’s my best friend. I’d trust him with you.”

“You’re not seriously telling me right now you want me to sleep with Benny.”

“I’m not telling you to do it,” Frankie argued. “Just saying, if you ever want to explore it, tell me. I’m sure he’s thought about it, too.”

Your face burned bright red at the thought of Benny fantasizing about you. There was no way. Frankie was messing with you.

“None of this bothers you?” You questioned.

Frankie laughed softly, hooking an arm around your leg and guiding it over his hip. You shuffled your body closer until you were both a breath apart. 

“Fuck no, baby,” he smirked, his pupils growing bigger. “Getting to see one of best friends fuck you would probably only turn me on more.”

You felt him growing harder against you, and you reached a hand down to palm his cock through his pajama bottoms. Frankie let out a soft whine, bucking his hips into your hand.

“Would you just sit back and watch?” You quirked an eyebrow. 

“I’d do whatever you want.”

Your fingers danced up his pants, teasing his waistband. You gave him a mischievous grin as you trailed lower until your hand wrapped around his cock. He groaned at your touch, his eyes rolling back.

“What if I want both of you?” You asked, pumping him slowly. “At the same time?”

Something carnal flashed across his features, and he crawled on top of you, running his mouth up your neck. You arched into him, using both hands to pull down his pants. Frankie did the same to you, tugging your sleep shorts down your legs and exploring the wetness collecting between your inner thighs.

“Pretty girl wants to get tag-teamed?” He teased. “Yeah, I can make that happen.”

You gasped at his words and let him fuck you mercilessly the rest of the night. 

You had zero clue what Frankie had told Benny, but later that week, you were situated on the couch between their warm bodies, watching some action movie. Benny kept a respectable distance while Frankie’s hand remained on your thigh, drawing slow circles over your bare skin. You were wearing one of his T-shirts and a pair of soft sleep shorts, your nerves buzzing through your body. 

You barely had the capacity to pay attention to the movie, your eyes shifting between both of the men sitting on either side of you. Frankie leaned over after a while, his breath hot against your neck.

“You call the shots, pretty girl. Whatever you wanna do, it’s your choice,” he muttered into your ear.

You let out a small gasp, glancing over at Benny. He was sitting relaxed against the couch; his legs spread open and muscular arms crossed over his chest. Your eyes trailed up his thick neck, studying his tensed jaw covered in days-old stubble and blue eyes that remained focused on the screen. You weren’t the shy type, but initiating this type of situation was way out of your comfort zone.

“Benny?” You whispered.

His gaze slid to you, his pupils already dilated.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice deep as he said your name.

You sucked in a breath, mustering the courage to take it to the next step. 

“Kiss me,” you demanded, though it sounded a bit sheepish.

He flicked his gaze to Frankie, then back to you. Reaching a hand up to tangle in your hair, he reeled you in for a hungry kiss. You whimpered at the feel of his mouth against yours, his approach far rougher than what you were used to with Frankie. His tongue intertwined with yours as he coaxed your mouth open wider, his other hand sliding up your thigh. 

Frankie’s mouth connected with the other side of your neck, sucking marks into your flushed skin as you let out another helpless whine.

“Fuck,” Benny panted, guiding your head toward Frankie.

Frankie was quick to capture your mouth, his tongue tracing the saliva still lingering on your lips. You gasped as Benny’s mouth trailed up your neck, drawing his tongue over the erratic pulse under your jaw. 

“This what you want, baby?” Frankie asked before sinking his teeth into the plush skin of your bottom lip.

You gave him an eager nod of your head, and he brought his hand up to tilt your head, both of their mouths now hot and wet against either side of your throat. The throbbing between your thighs grew painful, and you squirmed against their roaming hands; Benny’s hand crawled up to cup your breast, Frankie’s hand teasing your aching clit over your shorts.

“Jesus Christ,” you moaned, letting your head fall back against the couch. 

“Call the shots, pretty girl,” Frankie ordered. 

You bucked your hips against his hand, searching for any form of friction to alleviate the pressure building inside your core. Benny tugged at the t-shirt covering your torso, his breath going ragged as he discovered you bare beneath the soft cotton.

His head dipped down to capture your pebbled nipple between his teeth, grinding them against your skin until you cried out from the pleasure mixing with pain. Oh, Benny was rough, and it only made you ache for more of his touch.

You glanced down at the same time his gaze lifted to yours, a grin tugging at his lips as he realized how much you liked it. Frankie, meanwhile, was working at sipping his fingers between your wet folds, sinking two fingers knuckle deep. 

“Shit,” you hissed through clenched teeth. Frankie’s fingers worked fast inside you; he knew what to do to make you completely fall apart.

But now you had another man working at you in tandem, Benny’s mouth still ravaging your breast. Your fingers tangled into his hair, your nails raking over his scalp. He let out a groan of approval, rewarding you with another bite of his teeth around your nipple.

“Feels…so fucking good…” You whispered to both men.

Frankie angled his hand so that he could push his fingers deeper, curling them against the spongy spot inside you. Searing heat coursed through your veins with each movement of his fingers, your breath coming out short and pained.

A dangerous idea floated through the fog inside your brain, and you wondered how far you could push it at the expense of your wanton needs. Tugging Benny’s hair, he released your nipple with a gentle pop and moved his lips back to yours. You sucked his bottom lip in between your teeth before diving your tongue into his mouth. Benny let out a shallow exhale, letting you steer the kiss in whatever direction you wanted. 

“Benny,” you whined. “I want your tongue inside me.”

He cursed under his breath and looked over at Frankie, who was still working you closer to the edge. Frankie’s eyes lifted to meet yours, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. He pulled his fingers from you, lifting them to your mouth.

“Clean them, pretty girl,” he ordered. 

You wrapped your mouth around his thick fingers, the salty, sweet taste of your arousal coating your tongue. You pulled your head back and looked at Benny with a lifted brow.

“Wanna taste?” You asked with a coy smile.

You expected him to pull you in for a kiss, to taste it from your mouth, but your breath stalled as you watched him grip Frankie’s wrist and guide his fingers into his mouth. Your jaw dropped open as Benny sucked on Frankie’s fingers with fervency, his eyes locked on your boyfriend. This was new. Frankie grunted as Benny dragged his tongue over the pads of his fingers, finally releasing them and settling back into the couch.

“Come here, baby,” Frankie said, shuffling his body back against one side of the couch.

He maneuvered you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest. Through heavy lids, you watched Benny tear away his shirt and put his defined abs on display. You and Frankie had been to a few of his boxing matches, and you were more than familiar with the toned figure he hid under his basic t-shirts. Your eyes roamed down his torso, studying the way his chest hair flourished between his sternum and trailed down his abdomen. You involuntarily wet your lips at the sight, wanting to take your tongue and trace every flexed muscle on his body.

“Spread your legs for me, babygirl,” Benny instructed. Hearing him call you babygirl had your mind reeling. 

You let your legs fall open and watched as Benny shuffled back to situate himself between your thighs. Frankie’s hands groped and squeezed your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples until you gasped at the stinging pain. You tilted your head back, arching upward to meet his lips. Frankie responded with a sloppy kiss, his nose brushing over yours at the same time Benny’s tongue flicked over your aching clit.

“Fuck!” You cried, the word muffled in Frankie’s mouth.

Frankie let out a low chuckle and intertwined his fingers through the tendrils of your hair, forcing you to look down at Benny.

“Watch him while he tongue fucks you, baby,” Frankie commanded. 

Your breath hitched, and Benny took that as his opportunity to dive his tongue deep inside you. Sparks of pleasure erupted behind your eyes, and it took all your strength to keep your focus on him as he worked his tongue deeper. His eyes shot up to yours, the pale blue of his irises swallowed by his pupils. 

“Do you like that pretty girl?” Frankie crooned in your ear. “You enjoy having us both giving you all this attention?”

“Yes,” you panted, your chest rising and falling steadily as warmth spread through your stomach.

“Tell Benny how much you like it.”

Your eyes rolled back as Benny traced over your wet folds with his tongue, the heat of his mouth against your cunt sending you into a spiral. 

“I—.” You choked on your words as Benny’s lips suctioned around your clit, his tongue sending sharp rhythmic flicks across the aching bundle of nerves.

“Tell him,” Frankie growled, his hand wrapping around your throat.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good, Benny,” you gasped. “Please don’t stop… Please. Keep doing that, I’m so fucking close.”

Your words were melding together, a jumble of incoherent mumbling and humiliating whimpers. Frankie’s hand squeezed your throat tighter, restricting your breathing as Benny coaxed your orgasm closer to the surface. With Frankie’s hand around your neck and Benny’s tongue assailing your cunt, the overstimulation began to spread through your veins. 

“I know you’re close, pretty girl,” Frankie whispered in your ear. “I can feel how tense you are. Let it go, baby. Cum for us.”

His words sent the heavens crashing down around you, and your body seized upwards as your orgasm ignited a fire that raged under your skin. Benny lapped at the arousal pooling out of you, humming in satisfaction as a strangled cry left your lips. 

“Doesn’t my girl taste good, Benny?” Frankie murmured, releasing his grip on your throat.

“Fucking perfect,” Benny grinned.

You leaned your head back against Frankie’s chest, seeing his big brown eyes sparkle with lust. 

“Frankie, baby,” you whispered. “Why don’t you have a taste, too?”

Frankie started to shift you off his lap, but you pressed yourself further into his chest, leaving him looking at you confused. You glanced down at Benny and gave a subtle lift of your chin as if to silently coax him from between your thighs. He followed your lead, crawling up your body until he hovered over you and leaned in close. He braced himself against the couch with one arm while snaking the other around Frankie’s neck. You careened your neck to watch as their mouth collided, Frankie’s aquiline nose smashing against Benny’s cheek for a frenzied kiss. Frankie submitted to Benny’s control, whimpering as their tongues danced together. Your jaw went slack as you watched your boyfriend passionately kiss his best friend; oh, you fucking loved this.

Benny tore away from Frankie’s lips, bending down to trail his lips over your jaw and neck. 

“I think your man wants some attention, babygirl,” he muttered against your warm skin.

“I think so, too,” you agreed, breathless.

Both men maneuvered off the couch, taking their time to undress, while you sat back and admired both of their naked bodies. Frankie was soft in all the right areas, his dark chest hair spread across his broad torso and trailing down over the soft pudge of his stomach. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, already glistening with precum as it leaked from the tip. Your eyes shifted over to Benny, your eyes growing wide at the length of his hardened cock. While Frankie’s cock was sizable in girth, Benny made up for it with length, and the thought of his cock deep inside you only spurred you closer to another orgasm. You needed one of them to fuck you, or else you’d go crazy.

“Baby,” you whined, shuffling your body up on the couch.

Frankie gave you a smirk, the creases in the corner of his eyes appearing as he looked down on you. You snaked a hand down your navel, your fingers slipping between the wet folds as you sought out some sort of relief from the throbbing need inside you. 

Benny moved around the side of the couch, his strong hands hooking under your shoulders and dragging you back until your head hung over the arm of the couch. Upside down, you stared up at his cock as it hovered over your face. You wet your lips at the sight of it, waiting for him to inch closer. Gliding a hand over your strained neck, his fingers squeezed the right above the base of it.

“I wanna feel my cock right here, babygirl,” Benny said. “You gonna show me you can take it?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

You dropped your jaw open, your tongue darting out as you waited for him to step forward. Frankie’s body weight dropped on the couch above you, his hands lifting your legs onto his shoulder. As your calves settled onto his broad shoulders, Frankie lined himself up with your entrance. In one quick thrust, Frankie bottomed out, and you let out a raspy moan. Before you had a chance to make another sound, Benny slid his cock into your mouth, your tongue dragging against the veins along the length. You sputtered around him as he drove deeper down your throat, his fingers still massaging your neck with each shallow thrust. 

Frankie’s thrusts grew harder, and your muffled cries were silenced as Benny continued snapping his hips forward into your mouth. 

“Ain’t she so pretty like this?” Frankie grunted through each drive of his cock.

“So fucking pretty,” Benny huffed. You swallowed around him, forcing him to choke on his words. “She’s taking our cocks so well. Her mouth feels so fucking good.”

You keened at their words, arousal blooming deep within your stomach as they spoke. They were using your body any way they wanted, and you were desperate for their praise. 

“You enjoy getting used like this, baby?” Frankie asked, his voice low and strained. 

You couldn’t respond as Benny plunged his cock further down your throat, your jaw straining to take his length deeper. You could feel the tears cascading down your temples, your breath forced out of your nose as you struggled under his hold. 

“Aw, pretty girl can’t talk?” Frankie taunted. 

Frankie lifted your ass off the couch, his warm hands squeezing the supple skin as you began assaulting you with unforgiving thrusts. Your cunt clenched around his cock, sucking him in deeper until the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix. You wailed a helpless cry, saliva dripping over Benny’s cock and down your cheeks. 

Your eyes blurred as your climax grew into an inferno inside your stomach. Each thrust on either side of your body plummeted your orgasm closer and closer to the surface, your heartbeat thrumming erratically in your ears. Benny hunched over your body, his hands massaging your breasts, his fingers pinching around your nipples. You arched off the couch, and Frankie kept his grip tight on your hips as he continued railing into you.

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for us, baby?” Frankie crooned.

“Mmmph.” 

You couldn’t speak. You could barely make a coherent noise as your orgasm ignited inside of you, leaving you paralyzed—suspended between the bodies of two men that continued to wreck you completely as you came undone. 

“Such a good fucking girl,” Frankie praised.

“Think she deserves a reward?” Benny questioned, drawing his cock from your mouth.

You heaved in lung-fulls of air, drool still dripping down your face. Benny crouched behind you, his hand fisting your hair to pull your face forward toward Frankie. Frankie’s dark eyes met yours, and he pounded deeper into you, your cries turning into humiliating whimpers.

“You want Frankie to cum inside you, babygirl?” Benny whispered, his tongue tracing along the shell of your ear.

“Y—yes,” you wailed brokenly. “Please, Frankie. Need your cum.”

Frankie’s face scrunched up with concentration as he changed the tempo of his thrusts; they were slower and more powerful. Benny’s grip on your hair remained firm, not allowing you to look anywhere but at Frankie. His tousled dark curls stuck to his forehead with sweat, his jaw clenched as he forcibly thrust into you in one final time. With a carnal groan, Frankie emptied himself inside you, slumping onto your chest with labored breaths. 

“Jesus Christ,” Frankie groaned. 

Benny unwound his fingers from the tendrils of your hair, peppering your cheek and neck with kisses. Frankie lifted his head to look at Benny, and you could faintly see a smirk teasing the corner of his hips.

“I think she can take a bit more. What do you say, Benny?” Frankie grinned.

“I wanna know how good that pussy feels. You gonna let me fill you up, too?” Benny asked, his teeth grazing your neck.

“God, yes,” you exhaled.

Frankie climbed off your body and maneuvered you onto all fours. Your legs wobbled against the cushions, Frankie’s cum slowly leaking from your sore cunt. Benny made his way around the couch, climbing behind your shaking body. Frankie took his spot in front of you, his large hands cupping your face and wiping away the excess saliva that still coated your cheeks and nose.

“Look at the mess you made, pretty girl,” Frankie mumbled, his eyes dancing over you ravenously. 

He leaned in to kiss you, drawing his tongue over your wet lips. You moaned into his open mouth, your body tensing up with anticipation as Benny coated the head of his cock with the wetness leaking from your entrance. 

“Eyes on me, baby,” Frankie ordered, pulling away from your mouth. “I wanna watch you while Benny ruins that perfect pussy.”

That was all Benny needed to hear before he broke you up, the stretch of your cunt around his cock blindingly painful for the first few seconds. Your mouth fell open as his hips pressed against your ass, every glorious inch of him stretching you wide open. A choked gasp fell from your lips as Frankie held your focus, his brown eyes watching with fervid attention. 

“Benny,” Frankie said, never breaking away from your eyes. “Fuck her hard.”

Benny replied with a forceful snap of his hips that sent your body colliding with the couch. You screamed out at the savage pace he set, each connection of his hips against yours sending you into a frenzy of whimpers and sobs.

“So fucking tight and perfect,” Benny huffed between each drive of his cock. “Can’t believe you’ve been keeping her to yourself.”

“She’s all mine, Benny,” Frankie reminded him. “But I think she enjoys being shared.”

You nodded vigorously, flames licking up your nerves as Benny steered you closer to another orgasm. Your nails dug into the cushions, half-moon indentations left in their wake. 

“I want you both,” you panted. “Like this.”

“Yeah, babygirl?” Benny exhaled, bending his body over yours to kiss up your spine.

Frankie dragged you in for a long kiss, a moan exhaling from his mouth into yours. You were drunk on their touch, each hand roaming your body, every kiss, every lust-filled word. You couldn’t get enough.

“Cum inside me, Benny,” you pleaded. 

Benny’s arm braced around your torso, pulling you up until your back was flush with his chest. Frankie climbed over the arm of the sofa, his hands sweeping back the hair from your face. Benny brought his free hand up to Frankie, tugging at his curls until he shuffled closer. Frankie tilted his chin up and met Benny’s lips, their kisses slow and impassioned. Both of their body’s pressed harder against yours, Benny’s cock sliding in and out of you slowly, his thrusts shallow and short. You licked a path up Frankie’s neck, startling a gasp from him as Benny deepened their kiss.

The muscles in Benny’s arms flexed around your chest, his hips snapping hard one last time before his release was painting your insides. You were so fucking full of them both, your body coursing with adrenaline and pleasure. Benny slipped out of you, breaking away from Frankie’s lips and falling back against the couch. 

“Come here, babygirl,” Benny urged, outstretching his arms.

You glanced at Frankie for permission—which was comical as the mixture of their cum leaked down your inner thighs. Frankie gave you a soft smile, peking your lips before guiding you down onto the couch. 

Benny wound his arms around your trembling body, pressing a light kiss on the crown of your head, while Frankie settled against your body on the other side. You nestled into the warmth of their bodies, your eyes drifting shut from exhaustion.

“This was nice,” you hummed, giggling softly. 

“You wanna do it again?” Frankie chuckled, kissing your shoulder.

“Maybe not right now,” you groaned.

The soreness between your legs throbbed violently, and every muscle in your body tense and stiffened. You stretched out between them, feeling both men’s heartbeats pounding against your body.

“I love you, baby,” Frankie muttered into your skin.

“I love you, too,” you exhaled.

Lifting your chin to look at Benny, you watched him eye Frankie knowingly. You could see the emotions swimming in his blue eyes, his lips parted and swollen.

“You love him, too,” you commented.

“Yeah, maybe I do,” Benny said absentmindedly.

Benny’s gaze slid down to you, and you saw it in his eyes. The passion between them, the cohesiveness of their movements with you; it was all right there. You always thought Benny loved Frankie like a brother, but maybe there was something more. You weren’t jealous; you were far from it. You wanted them both, maybe in different ways, but still… you wanted them.

“Would you do this again?” You asked, partially to both of them.

“Absolutely,” Frankie said, at the same time Benny said, “In a heartbeat.”

“Stay the night with us, Benny,” you offered. 

“Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else,” Benny sighed.

#frankie catfish morales #frankie morales #ben miller #benny miller #triple frontier #frankie morales x f!reader #benny miller x frankie morales #frankie x f!reader x benny #frankie morales x f!reader x benny miller #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fic #triple frontier smut #frankie catfish morales smut #mmf dynamic #we love when men whimper

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The Stranded and The Scaly

Chapter 9

Day 7: We'll work this out.

Geoff paced around on the cave floor, fidgeting with his hair.

"This CANNOT be happening, dude."

His tail whipped around in a panic, Ezekiel made sure to stay out of the way.

"HOW could this even happen, man?!"

Ezekiel sat and thought for a moment.

"Gator in swamp. It bite, you mutate."

Geoff stopped pacing around and sat on the floor with his legs crossed and his tail in his lap. "How am I gonna face Bridgette like this?.. Will she even love me as a mutant?..."

Zeke gave the other boy a sympathetic look.

The blonde sighed and ran his clawed fingers through his messy hair. "I don't think they're coming back for me, man. It's been a whole week."

"Not lose hope."

"Why don't we just do something to get our minds off this? Anything works." Geoff stopped fidgeting with his hair and began to pet his tail.

Ezekiel stood up. "We hunt. I go on land, you take water." He began walking towards his exit to the cave. "Sounds just fine, buddy." Geoff got up and followed close behind.

The way out of the cave was not 'a walk in the park', as one would say.

Geoff did his best to follow Ezekiel as they climbed over rocks and walked through shallow waters. "You know this place like the back of your hand, don't you?" Geoff attempted to make small talk as they ventured out of the cave. "Only some. Other parts are mystery." The smaller mutant grunted in response.

While he was trying to play it off and lie to himself to make the situation seem better, the blonde mutant knew that he was still devastated by this turn of events. All of his life plans were probably canceled, he'd never live a normal life again. He'd never marry Bridgette, and they'd never have kids. Bridgette probably wouldn't want freakish half-mutant babies, anyways.

The worst part about this whole thing, though? If he and Ezekiel were ever rescued, they'd probably spend the rest of their lives in some government facility, being experimented on and monitored. They'd never know privacy again.

Geoff squinted as light shone from the exit of the cave. A few minutes later, and he was standing in the sunlight again, his scales shining under the sun's rays. Man, that felt great. He felt the urge to just lie on a rock somewhere and just soak up all that wonderful warmth... But he and Zeke had things to do, and it wasn't time for another nap.

The pair trekked through the forest, with the taller of the two occasionally brushing branches away from his face so he wouldn't walk into them. They were careful to stay away from the campsite, things wouldn't be very pretty if they were found.

Soon, the pair reached the lake.

Geoff got on his hands and knees to check out his reflection in the water, he gasped at what he saw. His face was a pale green, while the bridge of his nose and the area above his eyebrows was darker and scaly. He gently ran the pads of his fingers along the scales. "This is fuckin' gnarly, and not in the good way."

Zeke patted his ridged back to console him.

Geoff bared his teeth and observed how sharp they were. He gently poked one.

"I mean, it's kinda cool."

Zeke stared at the gleaming, sharp teeth.

"Hunt!!" He grinned.

"Eh? Hunt? You want me to hunt?"

The smaller mutant nodded quickly.

"I guess I could?" Geoff craned his neck down towards the water.

The water rippled as Geoff dunked his face in.

Surprisingly, he was surviving beneath the surface of the water.

He looked around in awe at the fish and plants in the lake.

A curious trout swam towards his face, big mistake.

He snapped his jaws shut around the fish and rose out of the water with a wide grin.

Ezekiel clapped his hands excitedly and gave the blonde a double thumbs-up.

Geoff spat the trout into his hands. "Dudeee!! Did you see that?!" He laughed and knelt down in front of Zeke, dropping the fish in front of him. His tail thumped against the ground to mirror his excitement. Ezekiel grinned. "Swim!"

Geoff grinned and backed up a bit before charging forwards and diving into the lake with a splash. Swimming was unbelievably easy now, since he had a tail to propel himself forwards with and increased lung capacity. Thanks to his sharp gator teeth, he had managed to catch at least five fish, this was surprisingly....fun!

The duo spent a few hours at the edge of the lake, talking, eating, and swimming.

As night fell, they relaxed in the cave. Geoff had given his sleeping bag to Ezekiel, since he couldn't even fit in it anymore. He smiled at how cozy the other boy looked as he laid on his slightly scaly chest.

Geoff's tail wagged slowly as he drifted off to sleep.

Boy, was he grateful to have a buddy.

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#geoff is feeling kind of insecure about his new appearance #poor boy #luckliy he has zeke! #he still needs some new jorts #total drama #td geoff #td ezekiel #feral ezekiel #mutant ezekiel #geoffzeke #geozeke #geozekiel #tdi #fanfic #total drama fanfiction #The Stranded and the Scaly #geoff can only hope that bridgette will love him as he is

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🩻🤍💉 Brownham Medwhump May 💉🤍🩻

9. Self-inflicted

The first time, it happened by accident. Will was gutting a freshly caught trout, running the thin knife across its belly when his hand slipped, and he nicked his finger. He was surprised when the pain felt… good. That nightmarish scene flashed in his mind like a movie on an old VHS tape. Grainy images, seeing himself in third person, like it wasn’t really him watching Abigail bleed to death. He touched the smile across his abdomen, Hannibal’s parting gift to him.

“You’re bleeding!” Matthew hurried over to Will from the cozy fireplace where moments before he was petting Buster. The younger man took Will’s hand, and brought him to the sink. “Let’s wash off the blood, okay?” Matthew would sometimes catch Will in these dazed states but they were becoming more frequent. Will didn’t have to tell him what was troubling him, he already knew by the name he refused to mention. Even when Matthew would bring up Hannibal Lecter, Will would get quiet, and mumble that he needed to go work on his boat or take the dogs out for a walk.

Matthew could live with the fact that some wounds won’t heal. That living with Will also meant living with the memory of Hannibal. It was a peculiar love triangle, one that Matthew acknowledged, and Will pretended did not exist.

The second time was deliberate. The shower was on but Will was in front of the mirror, staring at his own reflection until he could see after images of Hannibal’s face when he blinked. He took one of the razors in his medicine cabinet, and ran a finger over the edge. A red droplet stained the porcelain sink. You and I have begun to blur. He pressed down on his wrist, going in a vertical line, watching the blood trickle out like the branching pattern of a sprawling tree’s roots.

Matthew had given Hannibal those wrist scars, by proxy. But the ownership of them belonged to Will, and Will alone.

He was about to begin on his other arm when the knocking on the bathroom door became louder, more frantic. “Will?! You’ve been in there for an hour, please, open the door.” Matthew begged, falling on his knees and hitting his fist against the doorframe.

Will felt like he was under water but he wasn’t standing in the shower. He was in a stream, watching the Ravenstag move across the dappled sunlight on the edge of the forest. He could hear a distant banging, but he didn’t know where it was coming from.

Matthew broke down the door with a final hard kick. Will was on the floor of the bathroom, water was pooling all around him from the overflowing bathtub.

“NO!! WILL— GOD NO!” Matthew picked up the unconscious man, and brought him to the queen sized bed. He quickly ran down the stairs to fetch the first aid kit, and spent the next hour stitching the four inch long cut on Will’s left wrist.

Will was pale, his body felt ice cold. Matthew wrapped him in layers of blankets as Winston laid by his master’s feet, warming his toes. Hours had gone by, and the younger man was about to call an ambulance when Will spoke with a hoarse voice. “Don’t.”

Matthew threw down his phone, and cradled Will in his arms. “You don’t have to kill yourself,” He cried, grabbing Will so tightly that the older man was starting to become faint again. “He’s still out there, he’s alive. We’ll find him one day, I promise. But don’t leave me here alone.”

Tears welled up in Will’s eyes. “I can still feel him. He’s everywhere and nowhere. He’s in my head.” Will sobbed into Matthew’s shoulder.

Matthew grabbed Will’s face with both hands, and forced Will to look him in the eyes. “I don’t care if you still want him. I love you. I will always love you.”

“Then let me mark you as mine,” Will answered. It wasn’t what Matthew was hoping for in response but it was better than nothing at all.

“My body is all yours to do with as you please.” Matthew’s green eyes were so besotted with love that Will had to look away.

Will took Matthew’s left hand, and kissed the back of it. “‘Til death do us part.” Will whispered, taking Matthew’s ring finger, and biting down into the flesh as hard as he could. The pain radiated up his arm, Matthew flinched but didn’t move away.

“Now do the same to me,” He spoke, presenting Matthew with his left hand.

“Only if you promise me that you would never hurt yourself again.”

“I promise.”

Matthew hesitated for a moment but took Will’s ring finger, and created a matching pair.

After bandaging their wounds, and cleaning up the bathroom, Matthew slipped into the bed beside Will who was sleeping more peacefully than he had ever seen before. Matthew didn’t know if this meant they were friends, lovers or whatever the hell Will had in mind when he scarred them but he didn’t care. It meant Will was still here, with him — alive. Matthew held Will closer, putting a hand to the sleeping man’s heart, grateful he could still feel it beating.

#in this timeline #hannibal is still alive #mizumono happened #and matthew has been living with will for a few months #i love will’s intrusive thoughts <333 #brownham #ficlet #medwhump may #matthew brown

[ghost-b0i]

A/o : I'm really sorry I'm late to post it, I have a lot of school work lately. I do have the start/layout/general Idea for all the fanfics written down already I just can't find time to actually write them and edit them, promise I'm trying to get everything out by mid November (hopefully).

Ganer: smut

Pairing: Izuku x afab!reader

Warnings: bdsm(for me it's soft, but everyone has their limits), dirty talk, possessive Deku, pet names ([my] [littele] [dirty] slut, whore, slave, dog, pet, thing ect'), unprotected sex, oral sex (both receiving), toy play(but plug, dilldo,vibretor) , teasing, fingering (f receiving), role play(idk if it counts but umm ye), hair pulling, mirror sex.

Honestly been waiting to write this one cuz one of my fantasies is to be fucked in a maid dress and to have someone dominate me. I've been wanting to write it for like a month but never found the time to,

If spooktober isn't the best time for this fanfic idk what is, (maybe KinkTember but idc)

Btw: reader is wearing the outfit in the picture and deku is dressing up as punk.

"Are you really gonna wear that to the party?" Izuku asked, his eyes scanning up and down your body as his cheeks turned pink.

"Yeah" you said, resting one of your hands on his sholder while dragging your fingers up his arm "is there a problem with my outfit, Mr. Deku?"

"I-I m-mean, It's your body, you're free to wear whatever-" he said, stumbling on his words as he started to play with the end of your dress,his eyes following the end of the leash you had connected to the matching choker on your neck, watching as it swaying from side to side.

"-but you'll prefer it if you were the only one to see me in this?" You cut him off "that's a bit selfish doesn't it?" You smirked; watching as his eyes drift up to finally look at yours, his hand pulling down on your leash and bringing you to your knees with one hard pull,

"I'll be as selfish as I want to when it comes to you" his hand held your chin up, making you face him as the words slipped like venom from his mouth "you are mine, and only mine"

His lips crushed onto yours before you could even react.

"Now how about being my good little slave and doing as I say, huh?" His question sounded more as a command then a question "get up" Izuku ordered and watched as you moved.

He got up and bent you over the make up counter, making sure the both of you can see your face in the mirror, your hands holding you in position as his hands explored the feeling of the fabric stretched to your thighs before wondering underneath your dress and moving it up to expose the lower part of your body.

His hand cupping the flush of your ass before squeezing and slapping it, leaving a red hot mark on your soft skin.

"What a slut" Izuku smirked, two fingers following the fabric of your tounge, sliding against your arching core and feeling the wet spot that was created on the fabric, "wet already?" He chuckled at your blushing face.

He moved the tunge aside and pushed one of his fingers inside your cunt, sliding it in and out before sliding another digit inside.

"Look at yourself" he pulled your head up by your hair and made you look at your face "I'm only getting started and you're already looking like your about to cum" a dark chuckle left his trout, "look at yourself" he pulled harder on your hair "such a dirty whore"

He let go of your hair and slapped his palm against the already pink plush of your ass cheek before bending down to his knees, his big hands holding onto your thighs, thumbs spreading the soft plush and reveling your cunt at the process.

His tongue dragging slowly from your clit to your cunt before buring it between your walls. A deep groan leaves his trout at the taste of your arousing, the sound vibrates against your pussy.

Lewd sounds leaving your lips as you moaned his name, your breathing becomes heavier as the knot in your stomach gets tighter, knees feels weaker by the second.

You let out a whine as Izuku slaps the side of your thigh when you start moving back and forth, trying to take more of his tounge inside your dripping cunt.

Izuku takes his tounge out of your core and slide it between your folds, the end of his tounge tickling your clit as he moves his head from side to side.

"P-please" A stuttered whine drags from your lips as you feel your orgasm approaching.

Izuku chuckled at your lazy attempt of begging "you really think I'd let you cum so fast? Darling I'm just getting started on teasing this preety pussy of yours" he left a soft kiss on your inner thigh before getting up and walking to the closet.

You looked at the mirror to see him come back with a green dilldo and a black but plug in his hand along with a bottle of strawberry flavored lube.

Izuku put the stuff on the makeup counter before pulling your tung down before taking the lube and halding it above your ass, tilling the bottle aside and letting the shiny liquid fall down on your skin; watching as the lube made it's way between your ass cheeks, he tilted the bottle back up and left it back on the counter Before rubbing the pad of his thumb against the thight hole of your ass before pushing it in and fingering you with it, stopping when you let out a shaky moan. He pushed the plug inside, watching your thight whole taking it inside you.

He took the dilldo and and slammed the vacuum bottom at the floor and helped you take off your dress.

"Now how about being the good little slave you are and give me a show" he whispered in your ear before placing a soft kiss behind your ear and sitting at the chair next to the cabinet, the dilldo stack to the floor in front it for him to watch whatever you'll decide to do with it.

You stood up and walked between his thighs, bending down and placing a kiss to his lips, the tip of your fingers drawing a light line from his knee to the tent between his legs, gripping onto his dick and giving it a light squeeze before opening the batten and freeing his thick member from the thight fabric, sliding both his jeans and boxers down to his ankles.

He smirked as you pushed your body up, giving his dick a long slow lick, from his balls to the tip of his dick before getting back to your full hight. Your chest in front of his face, your hard nipples visible through the black half see-through fabric of your bra.

You opened the bra in front of his face before throwing it onto the floor next to him and grabbing onto his rough hands and placing them on both sides of your waist, before guiding them up to your chest.

Izuku is quick to pull you closer to him, his mouth sucking and nipping on one of the hard nubs, the other resting on your lower back.

A trail of saliva connected between his mouth and your nipple when he pulls away to look at your lewd expression.

"I want you to fuck yourself on that dilldo and stopping whenever you're close, you'd cum when I'll give you permission to"

You obeyed. Spreading your folds and Grinding against the dilldo, the silicone toy brushing against your clit, your arousing smired all over it's side.

Finally, you put the tip at your entrance, looking at the now black haired man sitting in front of you, his dick in his fist, sliding slowly up and down his thick member as he watched you fall onto the toy, the dilldo stretching your walls as you ride it, your chest jumping every time you fell down on the dilldo.

Teary eyes and a swollen lower lip from how many times you stopped yourself right before your orgasm, your legs already shaking and your knees are red from the movement against the wooden floor, you looked at Izuku, who was fucking his fist at the sight of you, his head lolling back, teeth biting down on his bottom lip as straps of cum shot onto his chest and abs.

You stare at the sight of him; Dark emerald orbs scanning up your body before meeting your eyes, his hand slide to pat his lap, sighing you to sit on it. You follow and sit on his lap, your juices drip down your thigh as you stand up.

"Now how about being a good maid and clean the mess you made?" His question sounds more of an order then a question, but you follow,

Your tounge dragging on his skin to collect his cum, one hand on his shoulders and the other on his lap to balance yourself; you made your way down before getting off his lap and onto the floor, leaving a wet spot on the scarred skin.

Dragging your tounge from his balls to his tip before placing one hand on his thigh and the other gripping the base of his cock while you sacked on his pink tip, teasing him by not taking it as far as you can into your mouth; your first fucking the base of his cock. You took half of his length in when you felt him twitching and kept sucking that length. A heavy groan escaped his trout when you took him as far as you could before running your tounge down his length to suck on his balls, your fist now moving up and down his entire length.

The groans and moans leaving his lips only made the itch at your cunt stronger, wanting to ride his thick member until your legs gave up to scratch it.

You could feel him twitching in your hand, your eyes wondered up to look at him.

A dark blush covering his cheeks and ears, his bottom lip already red from how much he was biting it.

You stopped sucking on his balls, leaving a pop sound in the process before taking his whole length into your mouth. You knew he was close by how much he was twitching, and you were right.

A choked moan left his mouth as he painted your trout white, choking you in the process. His hands gripping on the chair and it takes everything within him not to fuck your mouth through his orgasm.

He pulled your head back by your hair, forcing you to look at him. Your mouth is open, tounge hanging out with a string of saliva connecting your tounge to his tip.

"Such a good fucking pet" he growled "how about I'll fuck you real good as a reward for being this good of a pet"

You nodded "p-please"

He smirked before signing you to sit on his lap and you follow. Izuku spreads your legs before pushing two digits inside your arching cunt, your walls tighten with every thrust of his fingers, curling against the spongy spot of your G-spot.

Izuku knows you, and he knows your body, It doesn't takes him long to make you squirt, the sweet moans and pleas leaving your lips like music to his ears. He takes the two fingers out and spreading them wide

"See that?" You can feel his hot breath on your jawline "I'm the only one who can make you this wet. The only one who can make you squirt and cum this hard"

He press a soft kiss to your lips while sliding his arm under the back of your knees and lifting you up before throwing you on the bed.

Izuku grabbed on the back of your thighs and practically fold you in two, pushing part of his weight onto the soft plush. Your thighs pressing against your chest, making it harder to breathe as if it wasn't hard inaf already.

You can feel him rubbing against your entrance,

"P-Pleaseeee" you whined "Fuck me alreadyyyy"

You could see him smirk before feeling him pushing his whole length inside at once, feeling as if he's splitting you in half. The sharp pain dragging tears to the corners of your eyes.

"So fucking thight for me" he groaned, his head tilting back.

"Such a good little slut for me" he praised as he started moving "fuck you feel so good"

Slow thrusts slowly grew faster. The sound of skin clapping filled the room along with the moans and groans leaving the both of your trouts.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter as you felt your orgasm approaching, your walls squeezing him tighter and tighter with every thrust.

Your hands gripped tight on the mattress underneath you as you screamed his name so loud you could swear the whole naghiberhood heard you.

"My pretty little slut cumming already?" He teased "Damm, you're really are a whore, huh?"

His grip got tighter "fuck if your gonna keep squeezing this hard on me I'm gonna- ngh! - fu-ah!-ck"

His thrusts become faster and harder, bruising your cervix with every thrust before painting your insides white, fucking your sweet cunt through his orgasm.

"You've been such a good pet for me" he praised before pulling out, watching his cum purring out of you, "fuck, your making me want to eat you like a snack"

He bent down to sit on his knees, placing your thighs firm on his shoulders before licking your pussy clean. Tounge teasing your clit before dragging on the edges of your inner lips, making you beg so much your trout hurt before letting you cum by fucking your cunt with his tounge.

For him you were better then any drink in the world.

Izuku placed a soft kiss to your thigh before smirking at your lewd expression.

"You did so well for me tonight" he praised and stood up, benting down to your hight to place a sloppy kiss on your lips and tacking some of your hair behind your ear, "how about I'll make us a nice worm bath?"

#bnha izuku #midoriya izuku #izuku mydoria #izuku smut #izuku x reader #ao3 izuku #izuku #izuku midoria x reader #izuku x y/n #top deku #dom izuku #mha deku #bnha midoriya #deku midoriya #bnha deku #mha izuku #bnha smut #deku #mha smut #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha x reader #deku smut #mha midoriya #midoriya smut #midoriya x y/n #midoriya x reader

[mybeingthere]

Dean Bowen (British) had what he describes as a classic country upbringing in Maryborough where he fished for redfin and trout with his father, made toast over an open fire with his mother before school, rode his bike all over the place and, when he was old enough, did the local paper round. Much time was also spent at his grandmother's who had so many pets - and birds - it was like visiting a zoo or aviary.

Inspired by many art teachers at his local secondary school, in particular Neil Leveson and Wes Lancaster, he knew from his early teens that he wanted to be an artist and, at 17, headed for the city to study at RMIT where he specialised in printmaking before incorporating painting and later sculpture.

It is not surprising, therefore, that major themes Bowen constantly visits include the city, the country, the suburbs, the human figure, birds, other animals, night skies, the working person and self-portraits. Just as he absorbed the elements of the country as a child, he continues to embrace a child-like optimism about his immediate environment and beyond.

"I am regularly working on six to eight themes, still working things out and the best way to say it and be open to chance and growth. All my work is a mix of things that come from any direction... prints become sculptures, sculptures become paintings or the other way around. I am constantly developing ideas this way. Ideas cascade from one thing to another, " he says.

[intertexts]

ok you asked about my sad fish boy i hope u know how much of a mistake that is. holy shit. dude jrwi is so fucking good. if u need a new dnd podcast may i please recommend jrwi..theyre pirates. ohhh my god theyre pirates .

so. uhm. fish boy. his name is gillion tidestrider (champion of the undersea, hero of the deep, etc etc about a billion more titles that he just keeps aquiring as the campaign goes on) and hes a paladin with ohhhhh so much of a hero complex. oh my god. dude. hes so . everything to me . (played by charlie slimecicle btw. that guy is so fucking good at balancing silly goofy moments with heartwrenching voice acting. in one of the most recent episodes he is literally. hanging from a hook through his hands missing chunks of skin on 1hp literally only alive because he happened to cast death ward on himself. and hes wearing those goddamn trout fish sandals that u see on facebook ads or whatever.)

uhm. so. holy shit. where do i even start. he is the chosen one of a prophecy that says its his duty to one day choose who will survive between the undersea (triton, underwater creatures, where he grew up) and the oversea (basically. land.) and the other will be destroyed. so when he was very young (i want to say maybe like..5 or 6? i dont remember im actually searching for that info rn for the thing im writing) he was taken away from his family to begin training with the Elders (basically the. rulers of the undersea) . my boy he was raised to be a weapon. he was raised to be a tool (<< real canon words out of his own mouth). my favorite little child soldier. he wore armor that was too big for him and carried swords that were taller than he was. he was raised to put protecting others over his own safety so he rushes out into danger without even thinking about how it might affect him. he is so passively suicidal and ready to sacrifice himself at any minor inconvenience that when this information is eventually put in front of him his response is "what? no, thats what im Supposed to do." a very important phrase for him in early episodes was "whats one more burden?"

also he has a pet frogtopus (frog + octopus) her name is pretzel and she rides around in a little orb on his belt and also on his shoulders sometimes. i love her

(<- official art. shes so perfect in every way)

I THINK I MIGHT BE RUNNING OUT OF SPACE SOON BUT HE ALSO HAS AN OLDER SISTER AND SHES EVERYTHING TO ME OHMYGOD . her name is Edyn and shes so. uaghghhh if i think about her for too long i start crying. im writing a fic from her pov as we speak. she was the only one who would visit him during his training as a kid she was his best friend she wanted to protect him but she was also just a kid so she couldnt do anything but try her best to comfort him. shes the one who gave him pretzel. ohhh my god. i lvoe you edyn tidestrider youre everything to me. giving you a freshly written unedited at all snippet from the fic im writing because it describes how i feel about their dynamic so much better than i could possibly type out in a tumblr ask::::

uhnmmm what else. im so insane about the tidestrider siblings forever. do not get me wrong the other PCs in this campaign are also excellent and i love them (Jay is the daughter of a navy captain who defected to join a pirate crew to figure out what caused the death of her older sister. Chip is. oh boy. orphan who was taken in by a pirate crew when he was 7. pirate crew in question was swallowed by some sort of magic force that corrupted literally a fourth of the globe. but he somehow survived and is now trying to find out if his old family is still alive. jay and chip are like adopted siblings to me. chip and gillion had to roll a performance check for a kiss one time and they both got nat 20s and its all gone downhill from there for them. i love jay and chip dearly but something abojt gillion just scratches a very specific itch in my brain i love him so much and its only partially because hes a fish and im the fish guy.) ALSO I FORGOT TO MENTION GILLION IS CANONICALLY ASEXUAL and this is a fact that actually has come up within canon and is not just a word of god twitter mention fact. no. my boy is actively asexual and it makes me soooooo happy forever.

uh. sorry for the wall of text. infodump over. im forever crying abojt pirates and fish people . thank u i love u

OUSUGHFGHFJHH................... I LIKE UR FISH BOY MAC. IM A BIG FAN OF UR FISH BOY. i heard paladin with a hero complex & it was immediately a direct hit thats so... ouuhgh. child soldier character type of guy makes me go bonkers!!!! this whole paragraph is like five critical hits in a row... im so curious now.... also ive seen SO much art for these guys jay also looks so cool? her art is always so compelling 2 me... anyway OUHG. i'm currently working my way through friends at the table twilight mirage (meticulously crafted post-utopian cyberpunk/science fiction about mechs and gods and mech gods and more specifically Dead mech gods & living in their husks & humanity & nonhumanity & empire, etc) + tryna catch up on critrole but... hgghhbh. we'll see. we'll see what happens...

#IVE BEEN IN A BIG PIRATES MOOD LATELY. SO. #mac tag! #TYYYYY for telling me ab ur guy i love him i lovelovelove hearing ab ur little guys always & forever.. :]]]

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

things have been a little bit dead around here, so random headcanons for sve characters?

I like to think that it's just a little pause, not that is "dead". 😄 So here are some random headcanons for different stardew valley expanded (and some vanilla sdv) characters! It turned out to be a little long post, I immediately write a small scenario for everyone, I can’t live without a scenario. Does this even count as headcanon? What are the rules when writing a headcanon, how to write anything at all, aaaaa

Morgan told us that Magnus could let them have a pet from Marnie's Ranch, but I personally think Morgan's choice would be frogs! They are jumpy, funny and very interesting animals. So Morgan, with the permission of Rasmodius, will get themself a small aquarium with two or three frogs. Vincent will definitely be jealous because "Mom doesn't let me have bugs and frogs in the house!".

Adventurer Drake will see the Farmer catching torpedo trout on the Fable Reef at the request of Jolyne. No one has ever been able to catch even one fish, so "ummm... can you catch one for me please? I'd love to study it!" And the Farmer gladly agree. Later, the rest of the adventurers (Brianna, Gale and Edmund) find out what the two of them are up to and also ask the Farmer to catch this trout for them too. As a result, Jolyne sees how four of her wards surrounded the young Farmer from all sides, like little children. The leader of the First Slash clan will laugh softly, and then bark authoritatively at all of you, because "someone has left the duties of patrolling the island!", and she tell the Farmer with a smile to "stop spoiling my wards."

Victor will fulfill his little dream and create a 'bridge building simulator' game with the help of Sebastian and his experience as a programmer. Of course, the game is only in the Beta version, and Victor was worried that no one would be interested in it. But those who have already downloaded it like the game. Someone creates different works of art, someone for fun constructs crazy bridges, like some sort of dead loop. In general, the game gets a lot of positive feedback and Victor is seriously thinking about improving the game, he asks Sebby if it's worth it. Sebastian doesn't mind.

The ice cream kiosk is open only in summer, and in other seasons it's empty. But Susan came up with a great idea - hot chocolate and coffee to go! Alex liked this idea the most ("now I can work again!"). And Susan will give Alex her recipe for the greatest hot chocolate you ever taste. She won't accept a share of Alex's hot drink sales, since Susan gave the recipe out of the goodness of her heart, and so no one gets cold in this weather. But she doesn't mind the sweets and delicious pastries that Alex gives her from Grandma Evelyn as thanks for the wonderful idea and hot chocolate recipe!

I know Andy isn't exactly the friendliest person, but I think he has a soft spot for kids (even a little weird ones like Morgan and Leo) and might even take them on a hike in the woods. He will show them the best places for picking berries, what mushrooms you cannot eat, show the nests of various animals, and explain how to treat the forest with respect. Deny all you want, Andy, we know that deep down you are very kind and caring person.

Lance collects seashells from the beach. Considering how often our gallant adventurer patrolled Ginger Island, I think he was attracted by some interesting specimens of shells of various colors and shapes, which he decided to keep. So don't be surprised if one day Lance, as Farmer's spouse, shows them his little collection of shells and tells stories about where he found them.

I had a lot of fun writing little headcanons about different characters, I like the freedom of writing. Maybe I'll write more similar scenario for other characters later, who knows. Hope you like it, and have a great day! ❤️

#stardew valley expanded #sve #stardew valley #sdv #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #sve magnus #sve morgan #sve first slash clan #sve jolyne #sve lance #sve susan #sdv alex #sve andy #sve victor #sdv sebastian

[philosophicalparadox]

Random Berserk HC's: Guts Edition

Because I should be writing bridge scenes but want to be lazy because I am tired. Some of these are supported by canon and are kinda just character observations, some are things my brain made up because it could. WARNING: dark content and a mini essay ahead.

Guts has impressive large motor control, able to finesse with a sword extremely well. However his fine motor control is pretty trash, comparatively. Don't ask him to crack eggs unless you want some extra calcium spontaneously added to your diet.

In spite of his strength, though, he can be pretty gentle. With things that are really small and delicate, he might have an accident, but if he's touching someone, or petting something, he can be very tender.

Speaking of - Guts is definitely a cat person. Dogs are too loud and too chaotic, plus he has some questionable experiences with them. But cats? Cats are cool. Cats can't betray you because that's just not the relationship you have with a cat in that kind of society. They also are more respectable from his standpoint, able and willing to defend themselves and taking no shit from anybody. Plus I bet you he's a sucker for soft and fluffy textures. They're a luxury he doesn't often get to afford.

Guts doesn't really have a favorite food in most circumstances - but if there's fish to be had, he will gorge himself on it, and nobody is getting in his way. Fish, especially freshwater fish, would likely have been something he ate very rarely prior to the world falling apart; rivers and streams were owned by nobility, and they also owned the fish in them, so trout, greyling and pike were objectively rich people food. Same goes for Venison, which was also rich man's game. Ocean going creatures were usually fair game, but things like Salmon, sharks, and crabs were reserved by those who could afford them. Though I highly doubt Guts would think twice about poaching, especially for fish, provided he was confident about not getting caught.

Guts can be quite shy, in the right circumstances. If he is expected to be naked around strangers (such as a public bath), or to talk to people who are way too interested in him, or be around anyone whose judgement of him matters, he can be painfully shy. Unfortunately, shy and bashful are not the same thing, and his response to that anxiety is the same as if the people around him were hostile - the effect of course being that they do become hostile or wary.

Contrary to the above, however, I feel that at his core, Guts is a Runner, not a fighter- at least when it comes to things he doesnt know how to handle, like emotional conflict. You see him do this mentally with Casca when she confronts him about Griffith - he doesn't physically run away, but the disassociation is kicking in and he reverts to child-like defenses/excuses to try and avoid being in trouble. In other circumstances, I could easily see him choosing to just wash his hands of a difficult situation and walk or run away from it rather than deal - I mean, he basically does this all the time after the eclipse, but even before then - he doesn't even try to reconcile with Griffith, because it was easier to just assume he was right than to confront the man about his feelings.

With that said: Guts well and truly is not a very sympathetic, or even empathetic, person. He is self interested to a degree Griffith only wishes he could be; if it's not in the best interest of himself and his own, then you'd better have a good reason to bug him with it. That isn't to say he can't be compassionate, or go out of his way to help people sometimes, but usually if he does its because he stands to gain something or quiet a discomfort which often has nothing to do with how the other person is feeling and everything to do with himself. He is that way even in the GA, though it becomes much more punctuated post eclipse.

However, he can be quite tender and loving when the person in question is someone he really cares about. He is the guy who would move heaven and earth for someone who meant the world to him, and canon rather proves that. However, being emotionally stunted and socially awkward does mean that even under better skies (AU) he would have difficulty expressing his feelings in appropriate ways.

Speaking of which, there are two possible reasons for that stuntedness - his upbringing is kind of undeniable, but personally I like the idea of him being a high functioning autistic person. He's odd, awkward, and hyper fixated enough. But that's just me. :)

Guts is quite smart, actually - he has a good head for logic and notices patterns in familiar mediums (fighting) quite easily. He doesn't really fit the mold of "ultra intuitive fighter" to me, which says something to his wit. That said, he definitely is more of a numbers guy than a words guy. Math would probably be pretty easy for him, and though his job as a merc miiiight possibly necessitate him knowing several languages, I doubt he could speak most of them fluently. Though I do like to imagine that he grasps the concept of translation better than most people - he isn't remotely attached to his native tongue or peoples, really, since he doesnt entirely possess the latter and the former might not even be a single language, given that he grew up with mercs from all over. For all I know, he may not speak any language completely fluently, just borrowing bits and pieces here and there from everywhere in a bid to be understood. Which, ironically, would make him popular for sorting out civilian conflict since he might recognise something they said.

On that note - Guts is a raider and more to the point of this one, a raiders captain; I won’t go into too much detail about that now, since I’ve got another post in the works explaining that, but to cap: Raiders were not usually good people. Raiding parties were effectively professional terrorists whose job was to use intimidation to pillage and loot, and that, unfortunately, tended to include “lustful spoils”. Now, Guts, having the history he does, probably isn’t too fond of the idea that his men were doing those kinds of things, and if he caught them at it a part of me feels like he might intervene, if the situation seemed intense enough. However, I do not actually believe he would order his men not to do that, and would largely look the other way so long as it wasn’t “in his face” so to speak. This is because he lives in a world where he’s been conditioned exactly like them, if not more so having been raised by mercs, and though he might never personally engage in such activities, the idea of “right of conquest” is still very much alive in his head. Guts lives in a very medieval inspired world, and it was just understood for much of the time and even before that when men came knocking on your door to steal your stuff, they might take a piece of action for themselves “by rights”. What’s more, post eclipse Guts is quite aversive to helping people being assaulted unless they’re, like, actively disturbing his sleep. So the idea of him getting pissed off and fight-or-flighty if he’s near enough to hear or witness the act in the GA? Yeah, I can definitely see that. But going out of his way to be a hero and intervene? There’d have to be some extenuating circumstances for that one. Personal investment in the person counts; for instance if it were Casca being attacked, or heaven forbid even one of his own men, I think he would go off the rails over that. But if it was just some stranger? Eh, probably not.

That’s what I got for now folks. Feel free to comment, disagree, or not, etc. but please keep it civil in the notes, or I’ll turn off comments entirely. This is an opinion piece/ study and is meant to be fun…ish. Thank you for your cooperation.

#berserk #guts #berserk HCs #Guts HCs #I’ve got more but I’m tired

[forestryfae]

im making a cheesecake and im waiting for stuff to set in the fridge so its time for the disaster twins

kiev and anaya are both 25

noone knows which one of them is the older twin. dad wasnt there atm and mom doesnt remember, its probably on the birth charts but none of them know that cus lol

identical twins

mother is korean, they grew up in korea and japan and currently live in kyoto no i dont have details on the geography leave me alone

they both call eachother older sibling suffixes or whatever theyre called

anaya wants to take over mothers job as mafia boss or possibly take over abysus. she can only do one at a time though so her long term goal would be the mafia

she also has two pet hyenas and one of her hobbies is dogtraining

loves dogs, frequently donates money and even animals to charities and sanctuaries

kiev is a freelance dj/musician and often djs at raves. very into electronic and heavy metal. hes got a kickass metal scream and very deep voice and hes an indie artist

he also has a part time job at like fuckin. 7/11 or some shit idk. hes got an apartment he bought so he primarily lives there but gladly crashes at his mom or dads place when he visits

originally named Trout but i forgor

absolutely stoned half the time. just for fun. actualky not but hes prone to just chilling

his evo powers make him first of all immune to. mostly anything. you got dishsoap? not anymore he ate it all. lightbulbs? those are like crunchy apples to him. chromyl chloride? more like chromyl koolaid. hes like a garbage compactor. actually he ate the garbage compactor. glass fiber is just spicy cotton candy

hes also radioactive as hell due to his powers. if there ever is radioactive or long term nuclear radioactive etx material that needs to be neutralized hes the first guy people call. same w powerplants, something goes wrong abd hes the first guy they call so he can absorb the radioactivity if somwthing goes wrong

has a degree in nuclear engineering or whatever the fuck its called. he knows how nuclear reactors work. could probably build one himself too if he wanted to.

his hair and clothes were like that before he turned evo

anaya isnt an evo? might be? i havent decided on powers tho

both twins inherited White Stripes In Hair gene from their dad. kiev usually just dyes it neon green, while anaya dyes it black cus she doesnt like it

#my ocs #genrex #generator rex

[prismaticpichu]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better!

Thank you so much @altocat for including me!!! Plz plz go drop your dinner and check out her blog! There is SO much effort and heart poured into everything she writes—stories or asks. They’re really gems!

Now, let’s see how these questions fare against my stunningly metaphysical intellect *plops laptop in water to see if it floats*

Three (Friend)Ships

Soooo I actually don’t dabble with romance *dives behind a couch.* It’s never been my jam. My jelly tho? That would be the interactions between characters and exploring how deep their bonds go! The words “best friend” send me to another world <3

1 ~ Zack Fair & Sephiroth (FF7) If you know me, even just the most microscopic tad, then you prolly know these two have organized the Louisiana Purchase on my heart. They are BEANS! I love them SO MUCH!!!! Adorable polarity aside, I’m just absolutely infatuated with the story these two share. I will always imagine their mutual tie to Angeal being what draws them together, able to empathize with each other’s grief in a way nobody else can. They need each other: Zack needs someone to look after him, protecting his enthusiasm, and Seph needs someone to mend his trust… and make him smile <3 <3 They become inseparable, all that bitterness Banora and Modeoheim stirred faded into nothingness. Come Nibelheim, and those books and mumsy have nothing on these two. Sephiroth already has too much to cherish to throw it all away <3 Poor mumsy. Can’t brainwash someone who’s gotta pupper who loves him more than you :3c

2 ~ Hiccup & Toothless (HTTYD) There is NO animal-human friendship that beats this one. Nope, nope! Sorry! Vetoing that thought (pssst your opinions are wonderful and valid). I think what makes these two SO powerful to me is that Toothless is never treated as a pet; he is Hiccup’s bestest friend and they are equals. They love each other to death and would do anything to protect the other <3 Seeing their bond evolve and the parallels unfolding between them is magical. I don’t think there will ever be a scene that tops Hiccup and Toothless walking towards the door, Toothless with his prosthetic tail and Hiccup mirroring that with his leg. It is godly <3 (I’m also always using these two as springboards for my writing. Small details like Zack always referring to Seph as “bud” are plucked right from here!)

3 ~ Mikey & Leatherhead (TMNT) Their friendship begins with Mikey spoon-feeding soup to the adorable, scaly bean, who’s plopped right on his bottom. The frequency of the SQUEAL I made. This is just one of the healthiest, most wholesome friendships to ever exist and I will love them forever!!! Mikey has unwavering trust in him from the moment they meet, helps him gain control of his rage, and offers his teddy bear for emotional support <3 Nothing but not judging a book by its cover and earning a true blue buddy as a result.

First (friend)ship: Hmmm… ig any two smash bros characters I visualized having a movie night lmao! l got my hands on a controller when I was 4. The first character dynamic I fell in love with tho was prolly Ash & Pikachu!

Last song: Hailee Steinfeld/DNCE, Rock Bottom

Last movie: Malignant & Ferdinand (watched back to back for some genius reason. The shift in tone was like being slapped with a trout)

Currently reading: The Catcher in the Rye

Currently watching: Inside Job (I’m verrry slow and hardy watch anything shdhdh. I suck)

Currently consuming: Nada! Already brushed my teeth and that’s my personal moral

Currently craving: Anything because I brushed my teeth and I’m hungry. Maybe like a mozzarella stick or something

Passing along to @zimithrus1 @polaris-talks-fandom @aerislei! I knowwww that’s not 9- I passed kindergarten by a hair- but most of my mutuals have already done this lmao! For those who did fall into my lasso, no pressure at all, and plz only hop in if you’re comfortable! I know how annoying tags can be if you’re not into them.

Plz tho, if you see this and want to join in, you are welcomed to with open arms! Share your wonderful, weird and beautiful tastes with the world!

#thingy #tags #the ship of friendship #sephiroth #zack fair #toothless #hiccup #leatherhead #mikey tmnt #my beans

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball GT 24

✨GT Stands for Giru-eating Trout✨

This is the one where Pan tries to pet a baby space-deer, and it sticks its nose up her shirt for no good reason.  The deer kind of pokes her in the butt a little later, but that’s easier to write off.  What the hell was this for?  Like, how did this happen?  They’re storyboarding this episode at Toei headquarters or whatever, and one guy is like “Say, I have an idea... Now hear me out...”

Let’s back up.  Last time, the GT crew found a fourth Dragon Ball on a derelict ship.  They also found a single survivor, and took him to a hospital on Planet Pital.  Oh, they named the planet after the last five letters in hospital.   I just got that.  Everybody just sort of chills out after they hear the boy will recover, but then there’s an explosion in his room, and Goku charges in to rescue the kid and a nurse who was in the room when it happened.

What caused the explosion?  Well, the boy is possessed by Baby, and this was all a scheme to get close to the GT gang.  But he used a little too much of his power at the end of the last episode, and he accidentally blew up some equipment in the room.  But since no one suspects anything, he figures he can still proceed with his plan. 

So what’s Baby’s plan this time? I mean, he’s had so many of them already, so it’s hard to keep them all straight.  Well, it seems like he’s abandoned all of his old plans, and now he just wants “Saiyan power”.  We’ve seen him enter people’s bodies and control them.  This boy is just the latest example.  Apparently this makes Baby stronger, and he seems to think parisitizing the bodies of Goku, Trunks, and Pan is the next step.

So what are the GT gang up to while all this is going on?  Jack shit, that’s what.  Goku’s hungry, but he refuses to eat in the hospital cafeteria because he’s afraid someone will poke him with a needle when he’s not looking.  According to Trunks, the hospital is the only place on the entire planet that even has a cafeteria.  Wait, did I misread that?  That can’t be right.

No, that’s exactly how Trunks puts it.  This is followed by a gag where Goku, Giru, and Trunks all go wading in a nearby stream to catch fish. Seriously?  Those are your choices?  If you’re hungry on Planet Pital, you either go to the hospital or you go fishing.  There’s no grocery stores?  No vending machines?  No agriculture?

Oh, also the fish are easy to catch, but they taste terrible.  So it’s literally the hospital or starvation on this planet. 

Anyway, that’s why Pan is out here getting sexually harassed by a deer.  I guess she didn’t want to go fishing.  While she’s away from the others, Baby approaches her, hoping to make her his next victim.  When her back is turned, he reaches out and...

Wh-what?  What is wrong with this kid’s hand?  I took a screenshot of this because I could not believe what I was seeing.   He’s supposed to be reaching out to grab Pan, but the fingers are pointed in the wrong direction, like he’s bringing his hand in towards us.  But the thumb is pointed like... argh this is driving me nuts. 

Before Baby can make his move, the doctor finds him and tells him he should be resting, and he escorts him back to the hospital.  So Baby waits until they’re alone and possesses the doctor instead. 

Goku’s still worried about eating in the cafeteria, and I just noticed that his anxiety about needles kind of rhymes with the threat of this episode.  Baby is literally lurking around this place, sneaking up on unsuspecting victims and “snoick!” injecting them with nasty goop, i.e. himself.  So as dumb as Goku sounds right now, he’s like the guy nobody listens to in a horror movie. 

This is really weird, because normally GT episodes are so thin on plot and weak on continuity that I never would have expected scenes like this to actually tie into anything else. 

Luckily for Goku’s tummy, the doctor (actually Baby) assures Goku that no one will stick him with a needle, and this convinces Goku to try the cafeteria, and it turns out he loves it.  They’ve got shrimp curry in there and everything.  Also, the doctor (actually Baby) invites Trunks on a tour of the hospital, because he mentioned being so interested in the advanced technology here.  He never actually said that, as far as I’m aware, but whatever. 

So he takes Trunks to look at... some machine, and lets Trunks play with the buttons and dials.  Trunks is like “Oh, cool!  This is amazing!  And if I switch this then... yes, wow!  This is incredible!”  What is going on?

Then the doctor makes his move, and... strangles Trunks? What?  Every other time Baby’s done this bit, he just forces himself down the victim’s throat.  This time, he tells Trunks exactly how he survived their last encounter and infiltrated Pital using that sick boy they found. 

But Trunks has outsmarted Baby because Goku and Pan arrive to back him up.  Turns out they’ve been onto Baby since the start of this episode.  Remember when Baby blew up that hospital room?  Well he used his ki to do it, and Goku sensed it and recognized Baby’s unique energy immediately.  They couldn’t sense him while he was inside someone’s body, but all they had to do was play dumb and wait for Baby to make a move, like how Trunks did when he agreed to go on this “tour”.  As soon as Baby revealed himself, Pan and Goku could come a’runnin’. 

So it looks like now they finally have Baby dead to rights, and this time they know he can survive getting blown up with ki blasts, so they’ll do a more thorough job of it.  But first, Pan asks Baby about how he found the One-Star Dragon Ball that he used as bait in the previous episode.  Baby is... surprisingly accommodating about this.  He explains that Dr. Mu just happened to discover it one day, and he “digitized it” and stored it inside his own head, which is why the GT Crew never detected it before.  So basically I was right when I speculated that Dr. Mu just happened across a Dragon Ball the same way Bulma way back in the beginning.  We still don’t know how Mu learned what it was or that there were six more, or how to make them grant wishes, or how to track them down.  But honestly, I’m surprised Baby was willing to explain as much as he did.

Pan asks if Baby has any other Dragon Balls, and he says they only had the one.  He wants the whole set, but he knew he could just wait for the GT crew to gather the others.  Wait...

Okay, so he either wants the GT crew for their Saiyan power, or he wants them to locate all the Dragon Balls.  Right now they only have four, but he’s trying to ambush them in this hospital anyway. 

I mean, this will work out for him eventually, but you see what I’m saying, right?  This whole scheme in Episodes 23 and 24 is pretty clever, but shouldn’t he have held off until they found the other three Dragon Balls?  Or is he content to eliminate the GT crew today and finish tracking the Dragon Balls himself?  I mean, that sounds sensible, but it’s not what he’s saying he wanted to do.

On the other hand, maybe I should give this episode a little more credit.  The good guys looked clueless for most of this story, but now we see that they were just waiting for Baby to overplay his hand.  And Baby has a bigger agenda than he’s letting on, so maybe he’s just playing the part of a mustache twirling rival in the hunt for the Dragon Balls. 

So they fight, and Baby gets kicked around a lot until he pulls a Kid Buu and powers up.  I know I keep harping on this, but it is impossible to tell how strong anyone is in this show. If Baby could actually take on three Saiyans and win, then why is he bothering with all this sneaking around?  And if he’s not strong enough to take on three Saiyans, then what the hell is this?  And if he’s capable of big ki stunts like this, then why aren’t Goku and Trunks turning Super Saiyan to finish him off quickly?

Here’s a cool shot of Trunks getting blown away in the blast Baby is throwing off.

Trunks sustains a nasty cut on his arm...

And Baby liquefies and dives right into the wound.  Okay, so up to now, Baby’s had to enter people’s bodies more forcefully than this, because none of his victims had open cuts on their bodies.  Apparently it’s simpler for him when he can just go straight into their bloodstream.  Also, this shot implies that Goku and Pan are just standing around watching this happen.  Way to be, guys.  Way to be.

So now Baby has control of Trunks’ body, and while Pan and Goku argue over how to defeat Baby without hurting Trunks, Baby gets the drop on Goku and aims a ki blast at his face at pointblank range.  Baby thinks Goku can’t dodge, but consider: Even though GT Goku can’t teleport properly with his dumb kid body, he can teleport about six feet above his current position, as seen in Episode 4.  So he could use that in a fight, if only to buy a little breathing room.  He probably couldn’t get away with using it more than once before the opponent figures out his limitations, but it’s a thought.

But it doesn’t matter, because Trunks suddenly begins to resist Baby’s control, and he turns Super Saiyan, which overwhelms Baby in some way.  Apparently he didn’t know about this?  Even though Goku and Trunks used Super Saiyan to fight Luud and Rildo?  Did Baby not know about those battles?  What was the point of him controlling all those idiots if he didn’t stay up to date on their activities?

So this is a total shut out for the good guys, right?  Baby’s only chance was to control their bodies, but now he can’t even do that anymore, so this is it, right?  Wrong, Baby uses a bootleg Solar Flare trick and runs away while the gang are blinded.  Seriously, this is just Imperfect Cell all over again.  The difference is that Giru has a filter for his optical sensor, so he can follow Baby’s movements.  Except it doesn’t matter because no one actually follows Baby or tries to stop him.  Giru just watches him go and reports that he’s getting away. 

And Baby makes it all the way to a spaceport, where he possesses a woman and feeds on all the other passengers.  Things didn’t go as he hoped today, but he’s confident that he’ll win the next time, once he’s gotten stronger. 

And the good guys... don’t seem to care?  They can’t find Baby after he’s out of sight, because there’s no ki to sense and the trail has gone cold, but they also don’t bother to warn anyone on Pital about this alien parasite that controls people’s bodies.  Goku says some boilerplate crap about how they’ll defeat him by working together, and then they just get back on their ship and leave. 

This is really weak.  I don’t know what I expect them to do in this situation.  I mean, they kind of have to move on because they’re still in a hurry to find the rest of the Dragon Balls before the Earth explodes.   But they don’t even bring that up when they leave Pital.  You could do some interesting character work with that premise.  Goku and Pan don’t like leaving the Baby problem unresolved, but Trunks has to keep them focused on their mission. 

And that’s what bugs me about GT.  So much of this show is just stuff sort of happening.  Fights just sort of end, not because one side was stronger or more skillful, but because the writers wanted the fight to be over.  Baby doesn’t mind losing this skirmish, because he knows he can just try again whenever he’s ready, but that just underscores the fact that he never needed to pull this stunt in the first place.  He just did it because the writers wanted him to.  And then when it didn’t work, he just ran away and no one stopped him because the writers weren’t ready to kill him off yet.

✨ “Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed✨

So yeah, Baby is just a remix of Buu and Cell at this point.  He drains energy from his victims, leaving spaceships full of corpses.  Well, that ship from the last episode didn’t have any corpses, so I don’t know what the rule is with Baby.  Maybe he plans to eat these passengers later and the episode ended before he could finish. 

Cell, of course, always left the clothes behind, because it’s creepier and more awesome.  It’s the little details that the copycats never pick up on, which is why they’ll never surpass the original.

As for Buu, Baby basically stole his absorption technique, except that Baby enters his victims’ bodies instead of enveloping them the way Buu would do.  Also, Baby’s method of entering his victims is a lot like that trick Super Buu would do to blow people up from the inside. 

There’s some other tricks Baby has up his sleeve, but those are just stolen from other villains, so I’ll address those when the time comes.  Basically, this little shit is the crown jewel of Dragon Ball GT, perhaps the most memorable character introduced in the show, and he’s just a shallow retread of ideas we’ve seen before.

To be clear: I don’t object to the Dragon Ball franchise recycling old ideas, or borrowing ideas from old stories to make new ones.  The recent Dragon Ball Super movies have shamelessly brought back Broly, Gogeta, and the Red Ribbon Army, and they’re still excellent films.  GT is allowed to do the same.  My favorite Dragon Ball character is Cell, who is literally just a mashup of several other characters combined with a cicada.  When it comes to originality, the bar is actually pretty low for me. 

The point I’m trying to make here is that GT is a terrible show, and people will try to defend it by saying is had “some good ideas”.  But it doesn’t.  Baby is perhaps the best thing to come out of GT, and it’s not a “good idea”.  It’s a mish-mash of a bunch of other ideas we’ve seen before.  And that would still be serviceable, except the show is poorly written, glacially paced, and oftentimes just unappealing to look at.  Also, it gets really saccharine in places. 

Maybe a truly “good idea” could have overcome those flaws, but GT doesn’t have one of those.  What is has are a bunch of obsolete storytelling formulas and elements borrowed from more successful shows.   The only reason it lasted as long as it did was because it’s chock full of characters from the hit manga Dragon Ball.  If GT were a wholly original story without any connection to Dragon Ball, it would have died on the vine a lot sooner.

✨Positivity Page✨

Having said all that, it’s refreshing to see how much more focused the show has become now that it’s ditched all the other villains in favor of Baby.  It’s just one bad guy, operating alone, and he’s actually a genuine threat, instead of a dance trio or that stupid catfish man-child thing that could predict earthquakes. 

My guess is that Toei had to struggle to change the series when they decided to ditch the “Grand Tour” concept in favor of a more “Dragon Ball Z”-style plot structure.  Before, there was a clear sense of GT having these mini-arcs with a different villain in each one.  They didn’t have to be good villains because they weren’t going to be around long enough to matter.  Goku would beat them up in a few minutes and then they’d head out to the next planet. 

Maybe Baby was always going to be the secret mastermind at the end of the Dragon Ball hunt, but I get the sense that they already had plots for the Luud Cult and Giru’s homeworld, and quickly adapted them to set up Baby as the secret boss of both of those things.  Then, once Baby was introduced, they jettisoned all that other stuff and focused squarely on him.  Episodes 8 through 22 really felt like they were making it up as they went, and now that Baby is here, we’re not seeing that haphazard storytelling anymore.  Which tells me that they only used it in Episodes 8-22 because they had to, not because they wanted to. 

I’d like to say that GT has finally found its footing, and can now tell the story its creators set out to tell, except that isn’t actually true.  The story they wanted to tell was the Grand Tour, but then they realized it wouldn’t work, and everything after Episode 3 has been a hasty course correction.  With Baby, things have settled into a comfortable path forward, but this is just Toei doing the practical thing to keep the show on the air.  

✨Is this episode worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨ 

Yes, it’s worse.  To give this episode credit, it spends a lot of its run time looking like every episode before it.  Characters just sort of tool around waiting for the next plot point to happen, and it gets pretty dull in places.  This is something GT 22 and “The Roaming Lake” have in common.  We spend a lot of time in this episode fretting about Goku’s dinner plans.

But it turns out it’s all a shocking SWERVE~!, and the GT crew was only pretending to while away an afternoon.  In fact, they were just waiting for Baby to ambush them so that they could spring their clever trap.  The problem is that when you do an episode about the characters pretending to do nothing, it’s still just as boring as when they’re sincerely doing nothing. 

Like, I’m just spitballing here, but they’re on an alien planet, where they could literally do anything the writers could imagine.  Why not have them go to an arcade, where they could play-duel with lightsabers?  Maybe they go scuba diving.  I don’t know. 

Instead they stay at the hospital, because there is literally nowhere else for them to go.  They can’t even eat anywhere else.  Okay, fine, but instead of having Goku fishing in their backyard, why not have him hunt for wild game in the Pital wilderness?  I know they want to keep close to Baby, but they also know Baby will come after them. 

Hell, let’s say they don’t want to leave the hospital grounds.  Fine.  Then have them check out some cool shit in the hospital.  They could go look at the new babies.  Just think of all the adorable baby aliens they could have put in this episode.  Maybe there’s a sick bird in the hospital, and Goku uses his Movie 5 Super Saiyan bird-healing powers to fix it.  That’d be fucking awesome. 

I think the thing that I keep circling around with these “Roaming Lake” comparisons is this: With GT, these dull episodes are the A-plot.  “The Roaming Lake” was just trying to fill time until the show could resume adapting the manga.  GT doesn’t have that logistical issue, and yet it still churns out dull filler anyway.  It’s like GT is waiting for a secret chapter of the Dragon Ball manga, and then they can do a kickass 65th episode, but until then we’re just sort of limping along with this side-story.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Come visit Pital!

See our nipple-biting deer

And poop-flavored fish.

#dragon ball #dragon ball gt #really sucks #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #goku #trunks #pan #giru #baby #*haiku does not come with crown as illustrated

[rosemaryblossoms]

The Boss man’s Grim Reaper and Kitsune fox

An introduction to my lbb oc’s

Part 1

“The loveless biker boys” of course belongs to @ewwwabug

Featuring @a21487246-duya’s oc Dusiao

Name: Vanessa Vince Trout

Alias: Vinnie

Birthday: February 21

Gender: female male

Age: 24

Height:6’9

Race(s) a mixture of German and Japanese

He is the older brother of Aubrey and Petunia Trout. He may be quiet and stoic but he is very kind and nurturing. Before his little sister died he was very social, after she died he became overprotective over the people he cared for. For his uniform, it’s kind of like a knight’s armor with small spikes on his shoulders, similar to Dice’s spikes. Also is a very good story teller.

Likes: the gang, his family, his friends, knitting, cooking, working on bikes and cars, his motorcycle his dad made for him on his sixteenth birthday, his cat Sardine (yes that was a reference), Salem’s pet dog Kermie , and his little sister’s pet snail Shelby.

Dislikes: people who hurts his loved ones, food getting stuck in his teeth, when someone doesn’t scrub the food of the dish before putting it in the sink or dish washer.

Fun facts: he works part time in cousin Sandy’s work shop, his sister died on his twenty fourth birthday (that’s why he doesn’t like celebrating his birthday, it’s the same thing with New Year’s Eve for his parents. . . They went missing and their bodies were found on that date), his favorite color is marigold, successfully murdered his sister’s killer and cooked him and fed him to Jeff, he has a thick German accent, he is still looking for his parent’s killer. (One is already dead)

Variai: he’s friends with Varai and usually buys him jars for his worms, he’s also made three knitted plushies of worms for him on Christmas.

Jatay: “he’s alright and funny in a dark way but sometimes I want to knock out the rest of his teeth but then again he’s cool, I like his uniform.”

Jeff: “I like him he reminds me of a old friend of mine, he’s chill, though I wish he would stop trying to steal my cat 🥲. . . like seriously, it’s the sixth time i caught him bringing Sar- Jeff! Please put Sardine down!”

Dice: he respects him and thinks he’s really cool, he reminded him of another old friend he has.

Ethan: is secretly friends with him.

Duke: ?

Neon: . . .No

Willam: I’m sorry who?

Sajik: ?

Jack: close friends

Dusiao: he reminds me of my dad, I don’t know if his voice, looks, or personality but he reminds me of him

Padar: “his name is familiar.”

Name: Aubrey Trout

Birthday: June 25

Gender: (he’s biologically male but she doesn’t care)

Age: 18

Height: 5’2 and a 1/2

Race(s): is a mixture of German and Japanese

He is the younger brother of Vince Trout and the twin of Petunia Trout, is the boyfriend of Salem Lunar, he is childish, is a cuddler, does zoomies at 3:am with the blanket on, She tells a lot of cheesy dad jokes, is very sweet, is a very good story teller, He’s good at juggling 🤹‍♀️, you can sometimes see her being swaddled in a blanket by her boyfriend, his uniform has a big broken heart on his chest with spikes on her wrist similar to Jatay. As well as thick high heel boots 👢, His chances of killing someone is low but never zero, is very strong.(can pick up her older brother who is almost 6’10 and Ethan, never breaks a sweat.) is very flexible, please don’t ever underestimate him because of her height. ( poor Jatay literally had to re-glue his teeth back on because he called her a midget)

Likes: the gang, her boyfriend, his family, baking, sweets, juggling, naps, hugs, cuddling, movies from 60’s-90, his motorcycle, animals, anime, flowers, and drawing.

Dislikes: cringey movie remakes, people hurting the people he cares for, being teased about her height.

Fun-facts: his favorite color is wisteria, her favorite movie is the Rocky Horror Picture Show, his original name was going to be Randy, he originally had vitiligo for his character design appearance, draws like a child.

Varai: they’re good friends, he taught him how to bake dirt cake, which he baked Varai for his birthday

Jatay: “I like that funny old man.”

Jeff: best friends, gossips to Jeff the latest juicy news.

Dice: he respects and admires Dice

Ethan: is secretly friends with him

Duke: ?

Neon: Oh Hell No

Willam: *looks at photograph* “I don’t know who he is,but he looks like the off brand version of Zuko from Avatar”

Sajik: ?

Jack: close friends

Dusiao: he reminds me of my old man. . . I miss him a lot

#lbb #lbb oc #my oc’s #oc tag #varai vard #jeff levasseur #dice carroll #jatay #rival biker boys #Spotify #loveless biker boys #my oc Vince #Vince Trout #My oc Aubrey #Aubrey Trout #other ocs

[childish-omens]

🐒 - What’s their favorite animal?

connie: she really likes rodents, but rats in particular. she has a pet rat named Igor

rene: he loves sea animals. he'd probably say his favourite animal is a shark, but the real answer is far less cool it's a seahorse

oliver: his cat, Prime Minister Trout

noah: he loves reptiles, but especially snakes

otto: a golden retriever dog. he wants one so bad

tiago: all of them (except owls). he's a veterinarian, he simply can't choose a favourite!

lucinda: she loves elephants. so big! so huggable!

hestia: bats. she just thinks they're cute and underappreciated

#musings;connie #musings;rene #musings;oliver #musings;noah #musings;otto #musings;tiago #musings;lucinda #musings;hestia

[petervc88]

Cappelle Calling - 5 februari 2024

Omdat Depeche Mode deze donderdag in de Ziggo Dome staan, was het compilatiealbum 'The Singles 81-85' de LP van de Week. Daarnaast was de Filmplaat opnieuw een Zeroes hit die dankzij een film weer een hit aan het worden is. Naar aanleiding van een nieuwe Netflix documentaire sloot ik af met We Are The World van USA For Africa.

Terugluisteren kan hier.

Dit was de playlist:

Uur 1:

Spin Doctors - Two Princes Nothing But Thieves - Oh No :: He Said What? Barrett Strong - Money (That's What I Want) Depeche Mode - Just Can't Get Enough (LP van de Week) Paul McCartney & Wings - Jet Billy Joel - Turn the Lights Back On Lana Del Rey - Born To Die Paramore - Burning Down the House (DisCovered) Dire Straits - Lady Writer Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten (Filmplaat - uit 'Anyone But You' ) Pet Shop Boys - Loneliness Depeche Mode - Everything Counts (LP van de Week)

Uur 2:

MC 5 - Kick Out The Jams Oscar And The Wolf - Angel Face Depeche Mode - People Are People (LP van de Week) Donna Blue - Aphrodite Talking Heads - Burning Down The House (DisCovered) Walter Trout & Beth Hart - Broken Depeche Mode - Master And Servant (LP van de Week) Kate Hudson - Talk About Love Depeche Mode - Shake The Disease (LP van de Week) Bruce Springsteen - The Wish Steely Dan – Dirty Work USA for Africa - We Are The World

Cappelle Calling is iedere maandagavond van 20:00 t/m 22:00 te horen op Radio 90FM. Iedere woensdagmiddag wordt de uitzending herhaald van 18:00 tot 20:00. Suggesties voor DisCovered of De Filmplaat zijn welkom via de Facebookpagina van het programma of via [email protected].

#cappelle calling #playlist #radio 90fm #filmplaat #discovered #regio90 #90fm #lp van de week

[victorluvsalice]

-->While Alice got to try out her new Tunneler ability! Took a bit longer than Victor and Smiler’s flight, but it got her there fast enough. Never say no to a teleport option, especially in the larger worlds!

-->And with that -- fishing! Because it’s something they all like to do, and it’s a good way to keep Smiler’s plasma packs stocked. Victor ended up catching a regular guppy, a tilapia, and a cichlid; Smiler a tilapia, a goldfish, and a trout; and Alice a bass, a trout, and an electronic upgrade part. XD Nothing worth over $50, though, so they all got plasmaed -- except for the upgrade part, of course. XD

-->After three catches each, I let Smiler keep fishing while letting Victor and Alice do their own thing -- Alice scavenged the ground a bit, then tunneled her way back to the park to play chess and check on the animal population -- still all owned pets! I decided “time to increase my chances” and slapped the Dog Hangout and Cat Hangout lot traits on the park to start attracting more strays into the world while Alice hung out feeding the animals and meeting a few cute dogs. :) Victor, for his part, practiced Untamed magic until he learned the spell Minionize, then caught up with Alice at the park (a little painfully -- he still doesn’t always have full control of his broom) and practiced some Mischief magic as well (no new spells there, though). And Smiler ended up randomly mentored by passerby Presley, who got them a minnow and level 9 fishing skill! :D Nice. They also went ahead and learned Presley’s personality traits -- if I remember correctly, she had Child of the Ocean and Kleptomaniac (and a third I don’t recall), so that’s interesting. XD

Still no strays, though -- at least not the ones I wanted. Were they ever gonna show up?

#sims 4 #the lazy save #victor van dort #alice liddell #smiler always #the smiler #I think Tunneler only lagged behind the otehrs because Alice was in the middle of an idle animation #when Victor and Smiler flew off #I'll have to try a mass teleport again at some point in the future #but yeah very successful fishing #and it's always nice to improve everyone's supernatural powers #and yes if you want strays use those lot traits! #I was specifically thinking of James Turner's Werewolves LP #where he used the Dog Hangout trait to get a stray he wanted the Bigwallets of that generation to adopt on their lot #as a stray so they could actually be adopted #yeah that little thing where you can invite a stray over #but not adopt them because during the visit they're not tagged as a 'stray' #is kinda irritating #fortunately it's not a problem for my lot ;) #queued