#i needed the full gag on my dash

[pizzabills]

the full slayage

#Anetra #rpdr #rupaul's drag race #drag race #RPDR 15 #i needed the full gag on my dash #video

[writingoddess1125]

I am your Biggest Fan~ Pt. 2

WARNINGS: NON-Con, $mut, Face-Fuck, Spit as Lube, Hair Pulling, Dom!Buggy, Unprotected sex, DEAD-DOVE, Tsundare Buggy

Dirty Nasty $mut is below. Be warned ⚠️

I may have went overboard with the length- Also my first time writing $mut! Please tell me how I did and what you'd like to see next!

Buggy the Clown x GN Reader

Part 1: Biggest Fan Pt. 1

Buggy grinned as he stared down at (Y/N) keeping barely any space between the two of them as he bit up and down their neck. Listening to the mild hisses in pain and whimpers of fear- It was too sexy for him and made him want more.

"Captian!" A loud voice sounded making he growl and turn to see Cabaji. Holding his blades with some blood smeared on his face and costume.

"What do you want!?" Buggy Hissed in irritation.

"Sir, We have almost finished with the village. The Marines are sure to be informed" Ah right- this was a small village it wouldn't haven't taken long to pillage the place.

Buggy opened his mouth to speak but ended up getting a hard hit to his mouth as (Y/N) Slipped under his arms and tried to run. Buggy grabbing them by their hair with lightning fast reflexes yanking them back towards him- ignoring their cry for pain. Buggy growled at this as he glared down at (Y/N) before sighing-

"We set sail then, Get a move on!

He yelled at his first mate who nodded and dashed away to echo orders. Buggy gave a low chuckle at the performer, gripping their hair harder.

"Ill let you get that one for free since youre so damn cute Doll~ But looks like we are gonna have to rush our little act back to the Red Top~!"

He said cheerfully, her personality like a rubber ball constantly changing as he harshly flung them to the floor. Watching them trying to scramble for a quick second before he placed his boot on their back to pin them before looking around to for something to restrain them with. His eyes landing on the satin ribbons from the show. Snatching them quickly.

"Oh don't you love the irony~"

He grinned as he overpowered them with ease and tied the satin ribbons tightly around their hands and ankles.

"Let me go! YOU CANT DONT THIS YOU DIRTY PIR- MMHPH!"

They squealed as he shoved one of their lace fabrics into their mouth. Smirking at the sight and fluffing himself as a job well done. Quickly at the sound of the fire he grabbed the performer and tossed them over his shoulder, making sure to give their exposed ass a nice hard smack. Which earned him a angry squeal, before he took off.

Running out of the blood soaked bar and to the streets- It looked like what sidewalks in hell must. Blood, broken glass, fire and bodies- bodies of those who wouldn't be able to handle the long road of the show biz or audience left like animals on the street. (Y/N) screams muffled through the lace gag as they witnessed the carnage. Buggy laughing maniacally as he ran through those streets, sliding in the blood comically like this was another one of his performances. Seeing his crew rip the jewelry from the necks of people before either killing them or tightening harsh shackles to them.

Buggy skipped down the street till he reached his ship, Watching the new group of audience members being herded in like cattle to their final resting spots their seats. (Y/N) at this point sobbing as they were hauled away from the horror down to the Captian's room and tossed roughly on the large bed.

"Whoo! Just what I needed to get my Mojo back in seemed- Really got a full house this time!~"

He laughed, Taking off his hat and kicking his bloody boots off. Looking to (Y/N) and their pathetic form on his bed, shaking and with tears running down their cheeks

"Awww~ Baby No, No crying. I wanted to run that mascara a different way... tsk.. So messy"

The Captian grumbled, Grabbing his own little makeup bag and a hanky. He smiled down at them as he crawled towards them on the bed, Sitting before them making sure they were pinned with his legs as he chuckled at the sight of them under him. 'So cute'

He hummed as he wiped their tears away before opening the makeup bag.

"Now if you keep crying, I'm gonna have to keep doing your makeup all over again! And that's really gonna piss me off- So lets stop thay crying~"

Buggy said the last part darkly, (Y/N) staring up at Jim with pure terror as he smirked at the sight but nodded shakily. Sniffling through the lace gag as they tried to stop the tears from flowing.

"Good~ Very good sweetheart"

Carefully he reapplied the mascara and touched up the eyeshadow with what he owned which wasn't much. He pulled the lace gag from their lips and held their cheeks tightly with one hand and a firm grip

"Now stay still for this~"

He hummed, pulling out his favorite red and painted their lips perfectly. A wide grin playing as he saw his finished work, Placing another love bite to his newest toys neck but this time sinking deeper then before making (Y/N) cry out in pain as he broke skin. Pulling back to lick the blood from his teeth as he saw the mark.

"P-Please let me go- I don-"

He grabbed their face again (Y/N) flinching from his touch as he reached forward to fix their hair so they looked perfect.

"I-I don't want this- Please let me go- I'm begging"

Buggy almost rolled his eyes- if it wasn't for how adorable they were he would have slit their throat for how pathetic they sounded.

"Listen, Just so we are clear~ I am letting you live as MY plaything it's either this or I slit your throat and throw you overboard and I reeaalllyyy like you so I'd rather not waste such a pretty face"

He said with a smirk, watching the gears in the performers face as they realized the situation they were in. Giggling at the sight of realizing they didn't really have a choice, which was perfect. Reaching down to pull at the ankle restraints, tossing one peice of the satin ribbons to the side. However keeping the wrist one.

"Now nod if you understand-"

(Y/N) left their stomach sink- This was it... they either be this manic clowns play toy or end up like the poor villagers- in those shackles or worse.. They nodded shakily, Trying to hold back the want of breaking into sobs. Buggy clapped his hand happily and smiled brightly, those watercolor eyes swimming with pure joy at them understanding and in his mind agreeing- He kisses their cheek at this like a mock lovers and ran his hands down their form with a excited glee.

"You're perfect, I knew you were from the moment I laid eyes on you- So pretty and talented. And best of all you haven't even stared at my nose! I hate it when people do that, yet you never did... My name is Buggy.. Captian Buggy. I wanna hear you say it-"

He said happily, locking eyes with them again with his twisted smile. A unnatural yet beautiful smile on his lips as he stared at them.

"B-Buggy.. Captian Buggy"

They whispered back which earned another kiss to the cheek. His eyes racking their form as they sat there, one pasty on their chest, the remains of their costume with the added satin ribbons. He couldn't help but get aroused by their appearance again, chuckling darkly as he stared at them. Without saying a word he grabbed them roughly by the shoulders and pulled them off the bed, Setting them on their knees as he sat infront of.

(Y/N) Looked up at him with wide eyes, noticing the large tenting in his pants as he sat infront of her. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he wanted.. Buggy chuckled as he admired (Y/N) for a moment longer before undoing his pants- Cackling as his as his cock sprung out of his pants like a spring.

"Pop Goes the Weasal~!"

Buggy cock like the rest of him was large and unruly, the head a deep pink with a base of deep blue curls. (Y/N) looked up at Buggy again, seeing him smirking at their expression of seeing this part of him.

"Don't be shy now~"

(Y/N) nodded softly, giving a small tug on the restraints for a second of hope however there was no give so that was that- Leaning forward they parted their lips and took Buggy fully into their mouth.

Their nose brushing against the unkempt blue curls as they carefully ran their tongue over the organ. Buggy grumbling out gentle moans as he stared down at them, his pupils blown up with desire as he watched them. Laying kitten licks down his cock and coming back up to gently suck on the tip of his cock, While it felt delightful Buggy was greedy and of course- Wanted more~

Grabbing their hair harshly and smiling as he slammed them down fully on his dick, feeling them squeak and gag in shock. Setting his own pace as he roughly forced their head to bob at unnatural speeds, Moaning out roughly as he did so. His hips starting to thrust into (Y/N) mouth, enjoying the sound of the mild gagging and noises escaping (Y/N).

He looked down and saw with joy the beautiful mess he had created- (Y/N) face was red with tears, messy mascara running down their cheeks and their hair a tangled mess in his gloved hands- But it was their mouth. Oh those dirty lips wrapped around his cock staining it red with lipstick that damn near made his cum right then and there.

Yanking them off his dick he watched them struggle to catch their breath, a delicate mix of his precum laying on their tongue and mix. While (Y/N) looked up at him with those watery eyes that made him burn. In his eyes they looked like a masterpiece.

"Fuck~ I don't think I can last long with you looking like that~ Guess we gotta rush the performance Baby!~"

He cackled as he quickly pulled them up to their feet by their hair smiling at the sob that broke through them. Quickly he pushed bent them over the mattress, Smirking as he made sure to tighten the satin wrist restraints and smiled.

(Y/N) panted hard, they felt their face pressed into the plush bedding of the mattress and their eyes widened as the peices started to fall into place. Glancing back as they saw Buggy undoing his shirt fully and Tossing it to the side, As well as taking off the bandana that held his hair up. Letting it fall lose down his back with a relaxed sigh before meeting the gaze of (Y/N) again with a crooked smile.

Like the survival instincts kicked back in they scrambled against the bed trying to squirm away and kicked their legs wildly. Buggy cackled and presses his lower half against their ass essentially pinning them- Using his legs to trap their own against the wooden bed frame.

"N-NO! Wait-t!"

They sobbed out but Buggy was quick in grabbing their hair again and yanking their head back.

"Now Now Now let's not make a fuss!~ I do think we've already crossed the line of no return"

He said with a laugh, using his free hand to grab their ass and pulled to give himself a nice view an access. Forgetting he hadn't removed the thong from them yet- however no matter!~ he used his thumb to move the fabric aside and grinned, 'So smart!' Ignoring the squirming from the performer begging and trying to escape he spit at the open hole before him with a grin before positioning himself.

"Good enough~"

Purring as he started to inch his way in. (Y/N) choked back a cry as they left him inch his way in, He was too large- Unfairly so! It felt like they were being split in half. That toe curling pain that borders on pleasure shot through their body as air seemed to evade their lungs.

"That's it... Fuck"

Buggy growled out from above them, Grunting as he slammed the last of himself into them having grown inpatient to wait anymore. His hands left their hair, instead positioning themselves on their hips, feeling the dig of his gloved hands into the soft bruised flesh. With barely any time to fully adjust he started to move-

A deep growl rumbled through his chest as he started to speed up the time of his thrust, (Y/N) felt hot like liquid fire was being drawed from their core from the forced pleasure pulling our rugged breathless moans as if they had been made for that sole purpose. A broken chores of moans and groans leaving their bruised lips at Buggys ruthless pace, Buggy moaned out loudly as he felt them tightening around him his hips starting to shudder.

(Y/N) babbling out incoherent moans and whimpers at the harshness of the thrust and the feeling of a orgasm so close to breaking through them.

"F-Fuck Fuck!"

He roared out, Slamming himself harder into them with a thundering speed. Pressing his chest against their back as he panted in their ear, his blue locks edged with sweat sticking to his forehead and fanning around (Y/N) as they screamed out moans- fresh tears running down their cheeks staining the mattress below as a forced orgasm ripped through their form- their body quaking from the force of the orgasm that shot through their body- Buggy grunting loudly as he slammed himself into them fully and came.

Buggy panted hard afterwards, Releasing their bruised hip and pushing how blue locks from his face. A series of panted curses leaving his lips as he pulled out of (Y/N) marveling at the damage he had done. Seeing them limp and barely functioning he scooped them up and placed them fully on the bed, Spreading their ass again to marvel at his claim.

(Y/N) laid there panting, The ache between their legs making it impossible to get comforble especially with Buggy's rough fingers rubbing against their abused hole. The world started to fade to black from the exhaustion from the day but Buggy's voice echoed around them with his twisted chuckle.

"I can't wait for tomorrow's show (Y/N)~"

Tag List-

@honey-eyed-munson

#buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #captain buggy #x reader #one peice x reader #one peice live action #one peice #buggy one piece #gn reader #dead dove fic

[kaylatoonz]

Amy meets everyone but Sonic

I think it would be funny/interesting if Amy doesn’t meet Sonic until the end or near climax of the movie.

From what I can remember from the games, Amy would almost always do something small within the sideline of the story that becomes impactful in the main story. Best example of this is how her interaction between Silver and Shadow both play a part in them switching from antagonist to friends/allies to Sonic and his friends.

If the SCU introduces Amy in the third film I think this would be the best way to go about it if she doesn’t get as much screen time. There could be a side plot where Amy is trying to find Sonic but she meets everyone that has some connection to him instead. Each person she meets she helps/supports them in a small but impactful way that helps Sonic and friends in a big way by the climax or end of the film.

They could give us a taste of Amy’s strengths and feisty nature by showing her teaming up with knuckles (maybe give them a dynamic similar to Sonic X or IDW). Then they can establish her kindness and determination to help those who have been wronged, by showing her helping tails at his lowest point (maybe Amy helps tails in his SA2 arc or help him break sonic out of prison island). Finally, by the climax of the film Amy indirectly helps Sonic in the biggest way possible by reminding Shadow of his promise to Maria which encourages him to aid Sonic in saving the world.

Bonus points if throughout the film there this running gag of Sonic and Amy keep just missing each other.

Amy just left after helping knuckles and wade defend citizens from strange creatures (black arms?)

Sonic: sorry I’m late to the party, I heard from tails that you guys might need some back up

Knuckles: no need little brother we have defeated our new foe with the help of a valiant new ally.

Sonic:?

Wade: yeah your pink girlfriend was a lot of help 😄

Knuckles:*look confuse then thoughtful*

Sonic:… Wade i don’t have a girlfriend why would you assume

Wade: oh she is a pink hedgehog like you and she got really excited when she found out that we know you so sh..

Sonic: Wade you can’t just assume we’re together just because we’re both hedgehogs I don’t even kno… wait! She's a hedgehog too?! And she’s on our side!

Where is she? I gotta meet her! * starts dashing round the battle field*

Wade: as I was just saying you just missed her and she was actually looking for yo..

Sonic: dang it! Maybe I can catch up to her, we could use all the help we can get if we’re fighting that faker. Contact tails for the deets gotta go! * runs off*

Wade: wait sonic she was look for.. and he’s gone

Knuckles: she could be a good partner, they’re both strong and reckless 🤔

Wade: I know right 😄

Amy get held up fighting off /distracting the guards while helping tails break sonic out of prison island

Sonic: thanks little bro I didn’t think I could broke out here on my own.

Tails: your welcome but I can’t take all the credit I had some outside help

Sonic: let me guess pink hedgehog

Tails: yeah you’ve met

Sonic: nope but I’ve heard great things. I seem to just miss her everywhere I go

Tails: *smirks* so the fastest thing alive can’t caught the girl

Sonic:*roll eyes* hardy har har, very funny… is she still around? I really like to meet this new heroine, maybe team up.

Tails: yeah she holding back the guards I can put her on speak if you insist 😏

Sonic: tails😑

Tails: ok ok Hey Amy do you copy?

Amy: yep still here though my hands are a bit full at the moment. How are things on your end? Did you find him? Do you need help?

Tails: yeah everything great I found him , we’re safe and he really interested in meeting you😏 (sonic: tails it’s not like that😠) so we were hoping we can make our escape and meet back at..

Amy: *wham!* That sounds great I.. *fzzzz* I can meet you guy at *fzzz* HEY! You better stay down or I’ll get my hammer and! *fzzz *wham!*

Tails and Sonic: hammer?

Amy: *fzzz* oops…

Tails: what do you mean oops…

* An explosion can be heard from the other end and the build shakes*

Tails: AMY! ARE YOU STILL THERE! ARE YOU OK?!?! AMY PLEASE RESPON-

Amy: I’m ok! I’m ok there’s just a lot more exits then we originally planned so I’m just gonna take one of those * awkward giggles* I’ll meet you guys at *fzzz* *line cuts*

Tails: * sighs in relief* well better luck next time Sonic I don’t think you’ll be catching miss rose any time soon.

Sonic: dang I was really hoping to catch her this time she sounds like a fun gal.

Tails:😏

Sonic: *lightly punches tails shoulder* welp we better make use of Amy’s specially made exits and get out of here.

After Amy reminds Shadow of his promise to Maria and so Shadow joins Sonic in facing the final threat of the film (black arm, bio lizard, metal sonic?).

Sonic: hey shads come to join the party? What changed your mind?

Shadow: your pink friend reminded me of something important…

Sonic: *looks confused for a second before realizing who he’s talking about*

Sonic: no way… she really is something special…😊

Shadow: she is…😌 now let get this over with this only one time thing got that faker😈

Sonic: whatever you say faker😈 now let’s kick some butts.

#amy rose #sonamy #sonic movie 3 #movie amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie 2 #procreate #shadow the hedgehog #miles tails prower #knuckles the series #knuckles the echidna #shadamy

[daftpatience]

[pointing at your icon like i would a cat who put flour over my kitchen's floor] YOU !!!!! My dash was so full of The Vampire Dies In No Time fanart that i thought this show was the new trending thing on anime nerds tumblr (<- didnt realize the reblogs came from only one v active user) and over a few days of seeing the nice looking vampire nonstop on my timeline i caved in and watched the show.. AND NOW IM HERE IN SMALL FANDOM HELL AGAIN... ! Congratulations on the reblogging i guess, your propaganda worked on me xD and i still need to finish s2 but i am now feeling very much Not normal over draluc and ronadora and am even tempted to draw fanart if i have time one day... in the meantime very much loved the first page of the comic you made for them and would be delighted to see more if you wanna show it one day (though no pressure and i mean it !) TLDR ; thank you/curse you i am now a tvdint fan as well

YES!!! YESSS!!!! YEAAAAH!!!!! EASSSHYEAH EYAH EYAH EYAH!!!!!! YEAHEYAEHAYFYHIAJFSIKOEGJDFLK:JG!!!!!! THIS IS INCREDIBLY GOOD NEWS TO ME AND IM FLATTERED TO HAVE HAD A HAND IN IT!!

DRALUC CUTENESS BEAM

for those of u whove not seen it its a very silly gag anime/manga about a vampire and a vampire hunter that end up living together/teaming up and all the hijinks they deal with. theyre incredibly shippable men and are a sort of parody of a bickering married couple in canon. draluc is the housewife and wears cute aprons and is good at cooking and its really cute. it's got all the gag manga horny jokes youd expect but, refreshingly, it doesnt put a big focus on women getting their clothes blasted off in stupid hyperspecific scenarios and all that nonsense. everyone is getting their clothes blasted off in stupid hyperspecific scenarios.

the neat thing is there's actually a really well-fleshed-out world going on here, but nearly all of it is getting fleshed out behind the scenes in omakes and the mangaka's tweets and such. there's a google drive of all of the translated worldbuilding tweets and canon AU info (there are a bunch of AUS that the mangaka came up with that the fandom enjoys - you'll probably notice tags like Delta au, Uso au, 30 years later, etc.)

anyways. there is also john and ill never get over how excellent the reference is that the vampire's familiar is an armadillo. look at him

#ill probably post more stuff soon my brain is full of them #id highly reccomend checking out their pixiv tag if ur content starved #the fandom is actually so so big in japan and theres no lack of incredible fanart and doujins and stuff #tvdint #the vampire dies in no time #kyuuketsuki sugu shinu #吸血鬼すぐ死ぬ

[seiya-starsniper]

Smapril Day 18 - claiming

I'm back with a vengeance after my vacation! Today's late night Smapril prompt comes to you based off a gorgeous wip @lucid-dreamling shared that I just... absolutely went feral for. So much so that I wrote 3k words about it ahhwhssjbsbweb. Once I get the full thing beta'd, I'll post that as well, but have a snippet for now!

As always, all smutty drabbles are dedicated to my beloved @staroftheendless 💖

“You may call me Dream,” the god says, eyes focused on Hob’s cock. 

Of course his name is Dream, Hob thinks. A being like that could only come from his wildest imaginations. 

"Dream," Hob replies, and he does not bother hiding the arousal in his voice when it is so clearly reciprocated. “Are you pleased with the offering of my body?”

“I am,” Dream replies, finally lifting his eyes to meet Hob’s once more. “I have decided you will become my chosen maiden. You are aware of the responsibilities, correct?”

Hob nods, and recites the words drilled into his mind from the moment he was selected. “In exchange for immortal life and health, I will warm your bed however you wish me to. My devotion to your needs will strengthen your power, so that in turn, you may continue to guard our village from peril.”

Dream hums, satisfied with Hob’s answer. “Very good. You have been well prepared. Now come to me, my maiden. I would taste you now, and seal our pact.”

Hob barely holds himself from dashing into Dream’s arms at the command, but only just. When he reaches the other side of the clearing, Dream does not hold back and yanks the thin fabric of Hob’s robe towards him before their lips crash together.

Hob moans into the kiss, and Dream slips an inhumanly long tongue into his mouth. It probes all the way to the back of Hob’s throat, and he gags at the sudden intrusion. Dream quirks his lips at the noise, and withdraws his tongue. Hob misses it already.

“You taste divine, beloved maiden,” Dream whispers against Hob’s lips. One of Dream’s right hands cards itself through Hob's thick chest hair, while the other traces a pattern along his pelvis. Hob whines and bucks into the touch but Dream’s left hands grip his hips to still him. 

“Not yet,” Dream chides him, kissing along the column of Hob’s throat. “I need to complete the mark first. Then you and I can consummate our bond.”

Hob groans but stills himself so Dream can continue drawing the Maiden’s Mark on him. The mark binds him specifically to Dream, and no other god or mortal man will be able to touch Hob after this. The thought had initially terrified Hob, but as he stands here in Dream’s arms, cock leaking painfully all over himself, he knows that he is already absolutely ruined for anyone else. 

When Dream completes the mark, he whispers an incantation in a language Hob does not know. Then suddenly, Hob’s skin is alight with heat and he feels Dream’s magic rushing into his body, binding them together.

The mark sears into him like a brand. Perhaps it is one, Hob thinks. A mark of ownership. A claim on his personhood. His soul.

"Now you are mine," Dream growls into his ear. Hob feels one set of hands grip his hips while the other set roams along his body, fingertips dancing along his skin. When Dream's fingers brush the Maiden's Mark on his lower abdomen, Hob jolts violently and moans. Dream's touch feels like lightning on his skin. 

“You’ve received my mark remarkably well,” Dream murmurs, and then Hob feels a hand close around his exposed cock. “Now it is time for us to begin.”

#dreamling #dream x hob #nsft #smapril 2023 #seiya writes #seiya drabbles #why yes this is s blessed maiden au #thanks for noticing lmao

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

may the fourth be with you

summary: star wars convention

WC: 730

warnings: sexual implications near the end

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

honestly would love to do a full fleshed fic with this premise. this would have been longer, but i just wanted to keep it short

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May 4, 1985

“Oh shit, dude look…” “No way that’s Jabba…” “Look at all the stormtroopers…” “Look how tall that guy is!”

“It’s already starting to smell funky in here.” “Just try and breathe through your mouth when you need it.”

Two loud claps stopped your group's ramblings, everyone paying attention to the source of the noise.

Steve stood a step away from you, hands on his hips as he faced everyone. You and Max are in the front, her arms linked around your bicep. Both of you dressed in Leia cosplay, you in her New Hope all-white dress while Max went in her forest look from the battle on Endor. The boys were huddled in the back, heads turning every now and again to take in more of the scenery. Lucas decked out in Lando’s finest clothing, Will sporting the simple outfit of Luke from Empire Strikes Back final scene. Mike and Dustin’s outfits weren’t the best for the packed building, well, Mike was dressed in traffic cone orange so at least you know he won’t blend easily. Dustin had a Halloween Chewbacca costume, probably starting to sweat under the fur. Now with Dustin as Chewbacca, it was obvious who he had to be since he was always showing off his impression, there was just one more person needed to complete the duo.

“You’re so whipped, dude. I thought your dignity would win out.” Dustin teased in Steve’s direction as he wore the famous dark blue vest with the blaster holder strapped to his waist.

Steve’s only reaction to the comment was a roll of his eyes before he focused on the task at hand.

“Okay, we’re gonna try and stick together. If you want to split up, tell me or (Y/n) before you go running off, and make sure it’s in pairs and that one of you has a walkie. Now it’s only,” he flicked his left wrist to look at his watch, a new one you bought him, “it’s only ten-thirty. So around twelve or twelve-thirty we can head to the food court and get lunch. Everyone good with the plans?” He waited for any objections.

“Can we split up already?” Mike’s hand shot up from the back.

Steve sighed, “why?”

“‘Cause, it looks lame when we’re in this big group.” He huffed.

Steve moved back to your side, still staring down Mike, “hey, be grateful you’re even here. I don’t hear any thank yous.”

“Thank you, (Y/n),” everyone said your way, with different levels of enthusiasm.

“You’re very welcome.” You turned to Steve, “let’s just let them roam on their own if they want. We’ll just slow them down. Plus I want to spend alone time with the dashing Han Solo.” Flirting shamelessly in front of the children, as Dustin stated on the ride to the convention.

There was a gagging noise, from one of the boys or Max, who removed her hold on you and slipped away. You took as your opportunity to follow in her actions and looped your arms along Steve’s left bicep.

“Alright, you can go on your own. In a group,” he reminded them before they ran off.

You chuckled as they all scampered off, enjoying their freedom, “look at our young rebellion.”

Steve sighed, “you say that like they’re our own children. And I would only take five out of the six kids.”

You both automatically gave each other knowing looks, “no Mike.” “leave Mike.” You both said together, giggles rumbling through your chest.

“Well, Princess,” Steve turned away from where the kids disappeared to and fully stood in front of you, doing the mocking royal gesture of putting one arm behind his back while he held the other out for you,  “why don’t you show me around and blow me away with your knowledge since you know I’ve fallen asleep a few times.”

“Well, Mr. Solo,” hand falling into his as if it was second nature, “it would be my pleasure. But I could blow you away in other methods.” You made sure he heard the teasing in your tone.

He leaned his mouth close to your ear, “oh I know sweetheart, but maybe another time. Let’s keep it pg, we have too many children anyway.” And he pulled away with a kiss to the shell of your ear, a shiver running up your spine at hyper-speed.

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[federthenotsogreat]

hi!! ur m&l iceberg appeared on my dash, and i mmmight wanna make a premiere video abt it someday?? (if i'm able 2 get the right tools 4 the job kdkdjndg i wanna do game commentary and maybe reviews) but like!! do u mind explaining each of the points in crude detail?? i already know abt most of them as well, but just 2 be sure!! ty :D

I'm HONORED you'd consider making a video about my chart! However, I had some problems with answering this as Tumblr would frequently delete all of my progress. I assume this is because of the answer simply being too long, which is why I'll try to tackle three layers at a time. I will add more parts of the explanation with every reblog. I'm truly sorry but this is the only option.

Just as a little refresher, here's the full chart! Explanations are under the cut because this is gonna be long >:)

Alright let's get into this!

Layers 1 - 3:

Layer 1

-Seven games:

In total there's seven games in the Mario and Luigi series, five original titles (Superstar Saga, Partners In Time, Bowser's Inside Story, Dream Team, Paper Jam) and two remakes (Superstar Saga + Bowser's Minions, Bowser's Inside Story + Bowser Junior's Journey)

-Striped socks:

On the original artworks for the Mario and Luigi games, Luigi is seen wearing striped socks, something unique to this series. However, the socks haven't shown up in official artwork since Dream Team.

-Luigi running gag:

In the Mario and Luigi games there exists a common running gag that consists of Luigi being underestimated or completely forgotten by other characters. They'll often praise Mario while then either insulting or downplaying Luigi.

-Giant battles:

In Bowser's Inside Story and Dream Team there exists a form of battles known as "giant battles", during which Bowser (in BIS) and Luigi (in DT) turn massive to face off against giant enemies. The player has to flip their DS/3DS horizontally and dodge/fire off attacks by tapping the touch screen. In Paper Jam, there's also a form of battles called "papercraft battles" in which the player controls giant paper figurines, looking similar to the game's characters.

-Superstar Saga on Switch:

On February 8th 2023, Nintendo announced the port of several GBA games to Nintendo Switch Online, with Mario and Luigi: Superstar Saga being one of them. Superstar Saga is currently the only title to be playable on Switch.

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-Fawful in PIT:

In PIT there exists an optional area right underneath Peach's castle, in which you can observe a mysterious hooded figure. If you follow them with Baby Mario and Baby Luigi, the person reveals himself to be Fawful, who quickly starts telling the babies about his plan for revenge. He starts getting more and more emotional during his speech, but tells the babies that there's no need to worry about him. The player can then pay Fawful with beans in exchange for rare badges. This scene foreshadowes the entirety of Bowser's Inside Story, in which Fawful takes over the Mushroom kingdom, making his plan reality.

-The blorbs:

The blorbs are an illness that plagues the Mushroom Kingdom during the events of Bowser's Inside Story. If a Toad consumes a so called "Blorb Mushroom" they will get infected with the disease, causing their bodies to grow large and round, immobilizing them. The blorbs play an important role in the plot, as the illness is an important part of Fawfuls plan to take over the Mushroom Kingdom. During the end of the game, Dr. Toadley manages to get rid the blorbs, using the Miracle Cure.

-Luisley:

Luisley is the name of a popular ship in the M&L community. It is based on the idea of Luigi and Prince Peasley being in a romantic relationship. The game itself seems to heavily support this idea, as Peasley is often seen paying special attention to Luigi, and Luigi blushing when meeting the prince. This Tumblr post explains it in more detail.

-Gold beanie:

In Superstar Saga and Dream Team you can encounter enemies called Beanies. They're basically just green beans with and evil grin and tiny feet, and they're pretty easy to take down. However there exists a rare golden variant of these enemies, which have a high chance of fleeing every turn. Upon beating one, the playing receives a high amount of experience points as a reward.

-Alphadream filing for bankruptcy:

On October 1st, 2019, Alphadream, primarily known for their work on the Mario and Luigi series, filed for bankruptcy. This was most likely due to high development costs and bad revenue in return. What got the studio into that position in the first place probably were the bad sales of Superstar Saga's remake and Bowser Junior's Journey failing horrendously.

-No PIT remake:

While Superstar Saga and Bowser's Inside Story both received remakes, Partners In Time didn't get to enjoy that treatment. This was most likely due to Inside Story having better sales in comparison and Alphadream wanting to remake the most popular game in the series. However, them skipping the second installment and remaking the third game instead, still seems a bit odd.

-Shroobish:

Shroobish is the language spoken by the Shroobs in Partners In Time. It is written in a different alphabet and is totally indecipherable. The game does translate some words and sentences for the player, most notably the word destroy.

-Beanish and beanies are related species:

This is a popular theory created by fans that isn't mentioned in the game itself. The theory is based on the fact that Beanish and beanies share a lot of similarities, for example wide grins and green skin tone. The theory states that Beanish used to look similar to beanies, but evolved over time into what we know them as today.

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-Cover art style change:

Superstar Saga as well as Partners in Time both have very detailed designs for their box art, while from Bowser's Inside Story onward the design is kept much simpler, just having a white background with the characters placed on top of it. It is important to note that the American version of Superstar Saga's remake uses the modern style, while the European version is a direct callback to the original's box art.

-Paper Jam hate:

Paper Jam is easily the least popular game in the series. This is due to the game's lack of original characters and story telling, which makes it stand out negatively when compared to the rest of the series. It had big potential, being a crossover with the Paper Mario series, but barley incorporated any of its elements, ending up as a rather boring M&L title, with Paper Mario as a playable character.

-Carrot minigame:

The carrot minigame is one of the many minigames present in Bowser's Inside Story and it's remake. Due to it's precise touch screen controls it is notoriously frustrating and difficult to beat, especially for younger players, slowly making it gain kind of a meme status amongst the community.

-Cacklebean:

Much like Luisley, Cacklebean is another popular ship in the M&L community, this time pairing Cackletta with Queen Bean. The idea is often backed up by Cackletta seemingly having a lot of knowledge about Beanbean Castle and its secrets, such as the security system surrounding the Beanstar. Queen Bean and the residents of the Beanbean Kingdom also never seem to mention Cackletta in any negative light whatsoever, often just insulting Fawful instead of her.

-Yoko Shimomura:

Yoko Shimomura is a Japanese composer primarily known for her work in video games, including the Mario and Luigi series. She also composed for games such as Super Mario RPG: Legend Of The Seven Starts and Kingdom Hearts.

-Headcanons:

This is a more community focused entry. Fans of the Mario and Luigi series often have a lot of different headcanons, some just adding more depth to certain characters while others change the story in its entirety. Since everyone's headcanons are different, everyone perceives the games differently and every fan stands out in their own unique and special way. Some popular headcanons include Cackletta being Fawfuls adoptive mother, Popple and Fawful being brothers or Peasley being gay.

-SSS difficulty spike:

The original version of Superstar Saga is kind of notorious for having a really weird difficulty spike with the game being pretty easy over all but then suddenly raising the difficulty out of nowhere before having it decrease again. Some examples of this are Wiggler and Trunkle going down in just a few hits while having much harder battles before and after them, Cackletta in Woohoo Hooniversity being a pretty tough challenge for this point of the game all while having the difficulty decrease again seconds later, and of course the final boss being absurdly hard and coming out of nowhere with the game refusing to prepare you for it at all.

-Popple is suffering from memory loss:

When encountering Popple in Dream Team, he does not recognize Mario and luigi at all, despite mentioning how he had trouble with people looking extremely similar back when he was still in the Beanbean Kingdom.

-Geno in the Fungitown arcade:

In Little Fungitown, the player will encounter Geno from Super Mario RPG while playing the Star 'Stache Smash minigame, where he will moderate the game and explain the rules. Geno is absent from the remake due to him not being owned by Nintendo.

[whatkeepsmeafloat]

All right, now that all the promotional material is out there (as far as we know), here are my season 2 timeline predictions/expectations. Putting it behind a cut because this is a long one - I just need to get my thoughts out.

Before we jump into my proposed timeline, a note on the character arcs: Stede is free of his past, but now has to wrestle with the present and his romantic expectations vs. the reality of the situation. I think he enters the season full of hope that the worst is behind him and now he’s going to reunite with his love and his crew and they’ll all sail off into the sunset together. Not so much. He is going to have to put in the work - a lot of it. As for Ed, he will go through a ton of emotional turmoil this season around the theme of acceptance and self-actualisation. I think he initially blames everything on Stede, but has some realisations of his own and finds a way to let go of Blackbeard and his own troubled past at last. This is necessary for him to arrive at any kind of forgiveness when it comes to Stede.

It’s only after Ed lets go of some of his baggage and Stede has proven himself that they truly reunite - on equal footing. They may meet up again early on, but no smooches until after some serious character development.

So what do I think the order of events is going to be?

Bearded Stede running down the beach in leather trousers at sunset is absolutely a dream sequence, and my money is on Stede. He's going to have this fantasy about being a dashing rogue swashbuckling his way back into Ed's heart - maybe in slow-motion set to a great song - only for it to cut to him and his crew sleeping on a floor somewhere like a group of miserable wet dogs. Classic gag - it’ll be great. If Blackbeard interrupting the wedding isn't the opening scene, it'll still be in the first episode of the season. Izzy hates how it's all going and tries to talk to Ed about it, but Ed throws a knife at his head and locks himself into the auxiliary closet with the cake figurines. The crew eats the wedding cake and talks about how things are Not Going Well. Stede stares at the wanted poster, Ed stares at the figurine (music plays, of course). Ed has given up - Stede has only become more determined. Somewhere around here is when Stede meets the Prince Ricky character. More on him later. Also, and I’m not sure if this will happen this early on, but after almost getting eaten by Buttons and Roach, the Swede leaves the crew and joins Spanish Jackie’s harem of husbands. She finds herself drawn to his awkward vibe and he likes getting bossed around by a strong woman - we already know that Jackie is the dominant partner in her relationships.

Stede and crew befriend what they think are a group of Chinese merchants, but end up being a band of pirates who have a bone to pick with Blackbeard and want to find him just as badly as Stede does.They’re using Stede to find Blackbeard’s ship, but somehow it all works out. Don’t ask me how. Meanwhile, Jim is bonding with the cool new lady pirate, but still looking for a way to escape and get back to Olu. Fang and Frenchie are concerned as Ed’s behaviour escalates and Izzy loses his leg - whether it's the severed toe or that rogue gunshot, I don't know. When Stede finally catches up with their ship, they use the crossbow to make a zip line between them - finally, the gang is reunited. Perhaps all of this takes place after the storm that we see Ed standing in. He is reckless and gets himself knocked out. Stede insists on bringing him onto their ship as well, even though everyone thinks Blackbeard is going to kill him. Ed wakes up, headbutts Stede, and things are Tense. Stede is his smiling cherub self and assumes they’ll just go back to the way things were. He says all the wrong things, and Ed is having none of it. He tells Stede that he never wants to see him again once they’re back on land. Stede sighs that he should have just told Ed how he felt instead of whatever came out of his mouth - we all cry. The Chinese pirates forget about whatever they wanted from Ed because he is clearly a broken man and there’s nothing to gain here. Maybe Stede’s crew grew on them, like when we see Buttons doing tai chi with them on deck.

Back on land, Ed tries to leave Stede behind, but Stede keeps following him around and popping up all over the place - like at Spanish Jackie’s place and Anne Bonny and Mary Read’s… antique shop? That look on Ed’s face in the trailer reads as “oh god, he’s back again” to me, not like a first meeting. Anne Bonny and Mary Read either gleefully enjoy the drama of it all or have something more nefarious in mind in revenge of Calico Jack. Izzy absolutely loses his leg because of Ed and is patched up by Stede's crew. Roach uses the ship’s unicorn to create a peg leg. It’s humiliating for Izzy, but he has no choice but to accept. He is vulnerable in a way he has never been before, and instead of casting him out the crew is supportive and tries to help him back onto his feet (well, foot and hoof). This makes him reevaluate not only himself but the group and piracy as a whole - think Long John Silver's arc on Black Sails. He will also have to relearn how to fight and handle himself with the peg leg, so I fully expect a Rocky-style training montage including that shirtless candle slicing scene. This newfound sense of community and purpose combined with the knowledge that Ed really was better with Stede drives Izzy to train Stede in the ways of being a pirate. They both grow to respect each other, the fans cry - give me the montage. There might be a storyline where Olu and Jim have to rediscover their relationship after their separation and Jim growing close to the new crew member. I don’t see them breaking up in any way though - just figuring out where they stand now and how they want to move forward. At the end of the episode someone appears on the ship in English navy clothes, and it turns out to be our boy Lucius. Roll credits.

We learn that Lucius was picked up by the English at the end of season one and has integrated himself into the navy, growing a beard and keeping his head down. He has heard some things and has been looking for a way to rejoin the crew and share this knowledge - maybe their new Prince Ricky fan was an undercover English officer this whole time or something. Black Pete is overjoyed and so are we. Meanwhile, Ed tries to find ways to move on and figure out who he is without a crew and without Stede. He finds himself in an isolated location - maybe after washing ashore after a storm, but this is the part that I can’t figure out - where he talks to a rabbit and starts seeing the ghost of Hornigold. Whether he is using drugs, seriously dehydrated, or just lonely and emotionally unstable, I don’t know. Maybe it’s all of the above. Regardless, he has to face his past and deal with his Blackbeard identity. This is his lowest point, and he ends up throwing himself off the cliff with the rock tied around his middle. Maybe he believes it is a way to pay for what he’s done, maybe he can’t imagine a future for himself without Blackbeard looming over him. Either way, he survives somehow and finds a way to work through the trauma and start over - an ocean baptism, if you will. At the end of all of this is when Ed is finally ready to forgive and move forward with Stede. Perhaps he’s just in time to jump into the fray as Stede is battling the English navy.

I don’t know who this Prince Ricky character is, but it seems like he initially meets Stede’s crew while down and out (or pretending to be), gets his nose cut off along the way (presumably by Jackie), and then leads the English in their battle against the pirates. I do know that there is a historical figure who was an English sailor turned pirate who had the nickname “Prince of Pirates” and used to sail with Hornigold and Blackbeard. However, his name was Samuel Bellamy a.k.a. Black Sam. They may play fast and loose with history though and move some things around. It was actually Hornigold who became a pirate hunter for the English in the end, but maybe they’re going to give that storyline to this guy. I’m really curious to see how it’s going to play out. Fighting back is where Lucius really comes in - he has insider information that the crew can use to form a plan.

The torture ship? Drag show? Earring? I have no clue.

Thank you for letting me vent. Place your bets now on how wrong I’ll end up being!

#Our Flag Means Death #I have officially lost my mind and that's fine #ofmd meta

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Iron Squadron"

Unexpected Sato backstory??? And other fun things!

Oh hey, the rare Star Wars planet that is not one single biome!

My son looking cutely contemplative. :)

Hera's the first to mention that Sato has "connections" here, and my brain automatically assumed family even before the reveal.

This freighter the kids are using is a YT-2400, which apparently was kind of a big deal to Legends fans because of some dude named Dash Rendar. This is not my area of lore expertise so I won't comment on that, but I will observe that if fanbros had an expectation of seeing that guy in this episode then it makes more sense why they got pissy when it was revealed the crew was upstart plucky kids instead.

Still, adult Star Wars fans really have got to stop mindlessly hating on teen/kid characters.

"They're attacking the Empire head on!" I mean, y'all have a Corellian freighter too and you do that all the time. I guess the YT-2400 looks way more civilian grade to them, no obvious modifications.

Why is Kanan in the turret, guys? Yeah yeah I know he has the Force to help him "see" but this is just... silly.

Hera still operating under the impression that it's a civilian ship. I mean technically it is but also you're in the Rebellion Hera, we literally just had an Imperial ace talk about how y'all use whatever ship that flies a few episodes ago lol.

You know the trick with the cargo crates is actually pretty clever. The YT-2400 obviously has very little actual armament aside from the one top gun, very easy to lull your enemy into thinking you're harmless.

Lol Zeb accurately calling that Iron Squadron is "a ship-full of Ezras".

I haven't commented on it before but sometimes Ezra just sits like such a typical teenager, using the furniture in all the wrong ways.

Big fan of the slightly vulnerable note in Sato's voice here.

Lol Ezra and Sabine's faces here.

"If you like a junk pile." "Be nice." A+ adorable banter moment, love it.

There goes Chopper antagonizing other droids again.

Mart is surly and grumpy and looks like a shaggy kitten and I love him. <3

Gooti trying to diffuse the tension in the room by offering waffles. Relatable.

Mart honestly sounds just a bit like Dark Side Drunk Ezra, the undernotes of anger in his voice, insisting that they have things under control and don't need help. Honestly it was kind of an amazing and interesting idea to put Ezra alongside a bunch of (slightly) younger kids a few rungs back on the character development ladder to contrast how much more mature he's gotten.

Mart confusing different Imperial ships for a Star Destroyer is also a great running gag. Sabine gets so annoyed lol.

Lothal still looking relatively pretty.

I would really like to praise Lars Mikkelson for making me creeped out by the most innocuous of scenes with Thrawn, all the man has to do is comment on Iron Squadron being interesting and mildly insult Konstantine and my skin crawls, ggughhhh.

Thrawn setting up lesser officers for failure again.

Relating to deliberately casting Ezra as the more mature one, it even extends to how they keep posing him this episode. He's not more than a year or two older than the Iron Squadron kids and yet he feels so much older in his bearing and manner of speaking.

The shoulder nudge and the way Sabine goes, "Hmm?" makes me think they're improving this on the fly.

I've joked before about this looking like a cute family photo but it's still true.

Spaceparents be skeptical lol.

Chopper just whacking the panel with hammer. XD

"This might be just a planet to you, but it's our home!" Hoo boy, that's the heart of it isn't it? Ezra has been through this exact thing. So he understands the instinct to dig in and fight back. But like Mon Mothma would later remind him in Season Four, you can't save every planet right away. Sometimes you have to retreat and regroup, and come back stronger later.

Sometimes you have to leave home.

It doesn't mean you don't fight. It just means you don't let your fear of loss make you stupid.

Once again leaning on that message of "How we choose to fight."

This is purely in the realm of headcanon but Mart's obsession with suicidally charging a Star Destroyer makes me think that might be how his father died, or something similar to it at least.

Gooti and Jonner sharing a look like, "Uhhhhhh maybe they have a point about our ship being way too small to take on the Empire alone."

Yeah, no, I'm sticking with my idea that Mart has just a little bit of a death wish and wants to go out taking revenge against the Empire that killed his father.

Precious little rage bean. <3

Sabine reminding Ezra not to get in trouble with Hera for disobeying orders again.

It's okay Sabine, he's learned that lesson lol.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The sheer floof to Mart's hair. I can't believe how much volume it feels like has, just from the way it shifts around his head.

"I am all the family he has left." :((((

STILL SO MAD THAT WE NEVER GOT MART'S REACTION TO SATO'S SACRIFICE AT THE BATTLE OF ATOLLON.

Right, continuing with the Mart-is-literally-Ezra-from-a-couple-seasons-prior parallels, Mart's disbelief and delight at the Ghost coming back for him.

And Konstantine makes a really stupid decision in the effort to... idk, give himself more glory? He literally has enough ships and firepower to blow both freighters to bits and he insists on this showy mine trap move.

This is why Thrawn sent you by yourself, pal, he wanted to see if you'd croak.

Lol the Ghost took a potshot at the light cruiser as it was passing.

Chopper continuing in the grand habit of bullying other droids.

Ahhhhhhh Sato came! He was too far away to be able to get there on time and he came anyway!

HIS FACE.

Yeah uh, Konstantine? You should have known the mine plan would never have worked as soon as you lost signal contact with it. Also it's really stupid to let them get the ship that close to your cruiser before you try to detonate it.

Mart's little "...Oh." expression. <3 A+ running gag payoff, no complaints.

HNNNNNGGHHHHH YOU CAN'T JUST IMPLY THAT THRAWN AND SATO HAVE SOME KIND OF CONNECTION AND THEN NOT FOLLOW UP ON THAT. At least let us get some Sato backstory out of it, c'mon.

Thrawn calling Konstantine just to rub the embarrassment in.

THIS IS WHY HE DISOBEYED YOUR ORDERS AT ATOLLON DUDE. MAYBE NEXT TIME DON'T HUMILIATE YOUR UNDERLINGS BY DELIBERATELY SENDING THEM INTO SITUATIONS YOU KNOW THEY'LL BUNGLE.

Aw frick.

Don't think about the Kanan-Ezra parallels, don't think about the Kanan-Ezra parallels, don't think about the Kanan-Ezra parallels--

They're adorable.

And we couldn't let the episode close without getting one last gag in by way of Chopper rolling up to R3 and smacking him for no damn reason lololol.

I unironically love this episode and these kids. <3 Fandom was way too mean about this episode, why do y'all hate fun?

There are a few things introduced in this episode that really should have been picked back up and followed through on and yeah, a couple moments are a smidge cringe. But the humor is overall solid and sue me Mart Mattin is precious and I love the depth his existence adds to Sato. AND I WANTED SO MUCH MORE I DON'T CARE THAT I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO LOVES THEM I NEEDED MORE IRON SQUADRON.

*ahem* I'm normal about this episode. Soooo normal.

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels rewatch #liveblog #ezra bridger #mart mattin

[next-autopsy]

A/N: Well, hi there! It's ya girl back with more! This chapter's a bit dark but like its for the plot so....

Based on the actors portrayal/hbo show and written with no disrespect to the real life veterans. Also all images found on Pinterest.

TW: Swearing, threatening, verbal assault, (lmk if i need to add something here!)

Made of Glass

Chapter seven: Smooth

Latrine duty was worse than it sounded but at least she wasn't alone. Five men were on their knees next to her.

George Luz and Donald Malarkey were the only guys cleaning latrines that she was previously friendly with. Birdie had officially introduced herself to Tipper and Shifty while scrubbing toilets. She'd tried not to think about it too much when she shook their hands, grimacing.

And lastly, tormenting her in the lavatories was Joseph Liebgott.

She had only ever butted heads with him and it didn't look like it was going to stop any time soon. He rolled his eyes when she spoke and she made faces at him when his back was turned.

George caught her sticking her tongue out at the behind Liebgott's head once and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Which had caused her to giggle and caught the man's attention, he scoffed at the pair who were apparently laughing at nothing.

“You're doing it wrong.” Liebgott told the woman in the stall next to him. Birdie audibly sighed,

“By all means; do it for me, then.” She invited but instead of taking over her task, he decided to fling an underhanded comment her way.

“Aren't women supposed to be good at cleaning?”

“Yeah? Well that's why I'm here and not a ‘good little housewife’ for some sorry fool.” Birdie was starting to reach her limit of face time with Liebgott. She brushed off everything he said with her own witty reply but she could only take so much of his attitude before she began souring, he was actually starting to piss her off.

“The man who marries you would be a fool.” Joe mumbled loud enough for her to hear. Birdie was about to retort when another voice interrupted.

“Children, children, please! Enough with the bickering, just kiss already!” It was George who tried to break up the endless insults between them, although his tone was full of delight. He attempted to keep the mood up but he was enjoying their spiteful remarks a little too much.

“Good thing I’m kneeling over a toilet, cause I just threw up a bit.” Bernadette fake gagged to emphasise her point.

“Oh yeah? Well you-“ Liebgott began but the Liebgott-Birdie banter was cut off once again.

“Oh my God! I can’t take it anymore!" Malarkey called out.

“These two are going drive us all insane!” Tipper added earning chuckles from the group excluding Birdie and Liebgott who glowered at each other and returned to their work.

Maybe ignoring one another was the best course of action.

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Sparkling lavatories meant the six cleaners were released, permitted to spend the rest of the Saturday afternoon as they pleased.

Bernadette had dashed for the showers, making an effort to rid her body and hair of the lingering smell; a sickly mixture of sweat, cleaning products and an outhouse.

She let her damp hair hang down her back, allowing it to air dry on her way to her barracks. Birdie had decided to spend her time off replying to the multitude of letters she had begun receiving from her hometown. The latest letter accrued that very morning was from her oldest sister, Helen and she was itching to read it.

Her mind was off in the clouds, wondering what her relations were up to and what news might be waiting for her. Birdie's legs automatically took the route to her sleeping quarters, now known off by heart. She rounded the corner, still a few minutes away from her destination and noticed a group of uniformed men circled around and passing smokes between them.

Birdie gave them a brief smile and no second thought, aiming to cruise past them. It seemed as though they had other plans in mind.

“Well hello, beautiful.” The tallest man of the group smiled and the three men with him chuckled along as if he was a comedian. Whatever joke he was telling did not fill Birdie with joy. She slowed her pace and swallowed the salvia forming in her mouth, suddenly anxious to return to the women's building.

“Afternoon.” She spoke curtly, stepping around them only to be stopped when he moved in her path.

“Now, where do you think you're going, huh? We just want to talk.” His grin made Birdie jittery, she looked around hoping someone she knew would walk by, she'd even found herself wishing to see her CO so that he would send her up Currahee, far away from these strangers.

She heard a shuffle of feet behind her and kicked herself when she realised two of the guys had split off and come up at her rear.

The four men stepped to her, until they were close enough that she could feel the exhaled puff of their cigarettes on her from all angles.

Birdie tried her best to glare at them, the tallest man in particular. He raised his hand toward her and gently brushed his fingers against her cheek, cooing a: 'Come on now, girly.'

The second his skin touched hers a nauseating feeling churned in her stomach, she slapped his outstretched hand away and growled aggressively, “Don't touch me!”

This only caused the men around her to laugh at her and spurred two others to reach out at her, skimming her arm or toying with her hair. The southern girls heart pounded, she began imagining the most efficient way to smack him up side the head and which direction to sprint in.

“Don't be a fuckin' tease.” One hissed into her ear, she flinched away from his voice and curled her fist up, ready to punch her way out of the men encircling her like a pack of lions hunting down their prey.

“The fuck?” A familiar voice vocalised from the direction she had come from. She could have cried out in relief when three Easy company men came into her view.

Tipper, her newly formed acquaintance, stood by Liebgott and a man she was yet to converse with, labelled Grant.

The trio advanced aggressively towards the surrounded lady, causing three of the men to stumble backwards away from the brunette lady.

The leader of their gang pressed himself closer to her before her comrades reached the two and simultaneously pulled on her arm, causing her to lose her balance and lean into him. She let out a yelp at his quick action.

“This isn't over. Watch your back.” He whispered, then adding louder, “Bitch.” The offending men disappeared and Birdie was left stunned.

All three Easy guys arrived which arms reach, too late to fend off her would be attackers. They took slowed steps in her direction like they were scared of spooking her.

“You okay?” Grant asked her gently. She feet were welded to the spot they left her in and her eyes couldn't be torn away from the area she last saw them.

“Who were those guys?” Tipper wondered.

“Fuckin' assholes.” Liebgott answered, glaring in the direction they scampered off in. He turned to the clearly shaken girl, “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine....” Bernadette murmured, she was still in a state of shock, playing through the events in her mind. Why hadn't she done something sooner? Was her first instinct really to freeze up like that?

“Birdie, if they-”

“Jesus! I said I'm fuckin' fine.” The woman raised her voice, something none of the men had experience yet.

“I was just asking if-” Liebgott was cut off again by her harsh voice.

“Well stop askin'. I can take care of myself.” Her body shifted into action, finally thawing out enough to move and she stomped past them in the direction she was headed in to begin with. It was Joe's turn to huff this time. He was just trying to be nice and check on her, what was her problem?

“Yeah, it sure looked like it.” The second he said the words, he regretted them. Grant and Tipper tensed and Birdie stopped in her tracks.

“Fuck off, Liebgott.” And she was gone. Joe was left to watch her figure retreat with a pit of guilt settling in his stomach.

“Smooth.” Tipper pretended to hide his comment in a cough, which earned a stern look from his friend.

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Her mail was forgotten in her footlocker for safe keeping.

Bernadette sat on her cot listening to her friends conversing. She smiled and nodded, hiding any indication that something was amiss. The last thing she wanted was the women questioning her or trying to convince her to tell someone. She would happily move on an ignore the events of the day.

“Hey.” A honey sweet voice pulled her focus from the larger group of women. The blonde girl who slept in the cot next to her had gained her attention.

“How you holding up?”

“Huh?” Had someone told her what happened? Were rumours spreading already? Birdie's breaths quickened awaiting an explanation from the sweet medic who had moved to sit on Birdie's bed with her.

“I heard about the night duty.... and the extra PT... and something about a circle?” Her brow quirked upwards, a warm smile curled into her lips.

Oh. “Oh!” She smiled back at the Dog company blonde.

“Yeah, um... my CO... he's just testing me, I suppose.” Birdie chuckled. She didn't want to speak too badly of Sobel in case things got back to him or Sergeant Evans was hiding under her bunk (she wouldn't put it passed him).

Constance asked Birdie more about adjusting to Easy and in turn told her about Dog company. The two shared a story or two about home, Connie spoke about her five sisters, they were all nurses taking after their mother.

“And then my oldest sister told him to shove off!” The pair cackled like two hens. Birdie grabbed at her stomach, her cheeks ached from laughing so hard. She had to grab onto Connie's arm to stop her from rolling off the single cot as she giggled, wiggling too close to the edge. This only caused another bout of laughter between them.

“Oh! My sister!” Birdie's laughter died down when she recalled the unopened letter and dove for her footlocker. She ripped it open and took a second to scan it. Her small smile turned into a mammoth grin the further down she read.

“Good news?” Connie inquired, curiously.

“My sister's havin' another baby!” Birdie declared, the room full of women heard her announcement and cheered, congratulating her on a second niece or nephew. That sparked the ladies to pull out family pictures and talk about their loved ones proudly.

Birdie reveled in this moment, all the women were chatting happily, forming the bond only close friends and sisters shared.

Francesca stood between the door and the butt barrel, watching and puffed away silently. The faintest hint of an amused expression found it's way onto her face. She locked eyes with Bernadette and the two shared a pleased look. Francesca gave the southerner an approving nod; she recognised Birdie as the glue pulling the group together.

Birdie winked at the woman then turned to review a photo that had been shoved in her direction.

A/N: I purposefully haven't named the shady guys in this chapter and they will stay unnamed cause why would I waste time on assholes like that? Till next time x

~ next-autopsy ~

Chapter eight

#band of brothers #easy company #hbo war #ww2 #band of brothers fanfic #fem oc #oc #made of glass #made of glass chapter seven #next autopsy

[whumpcloud]

Hi im like about to fall asleep but i had an idea that i had to do to one of the numerous suffering pathetic vampire men on my dash so slight emeto tw incoming bc i keep seeing kind and loving anons feeding the moist paper towel when he should not experience kindness ever its against the law

I give him blood. I give him blood. I give him blood. I give him blood.

He's full? Can't drink anymore? He kindly begs me to stop making him feed and is very uncertain about asking for less food after all the starvation?

I give him blood. I give him blood. He will drink it all. I force him to consume more.

He feels ill? He is suffering the consequences of my actions? He is gonna throw up? He is terrified of that happening? It happens anyway? Now that's just terribly rude. Imagine thinking you can say no to food after begging for it for so long, going as far to spit out the gift you just received.

Punishment time. Probably very harsh as he definitely has energy to keep healing and enduring now, what with all that blood he just got. Never another drop of blood after this either. Shouldn't have been so disrespectful and stupid, now he's going back to starving forever.

(i am willfully ignoring the fact that that much blood would probably give him enough strength to escape or something bc thats just spoiling the fun now isn't it, make it like pig's blood or something so he still feels blessed but doesn't actually gain anything from it besides sadness. as he should)

Vincent is desperately grateful at first. Of course he is. You just keep feeding him, he shouldn't turn that down, he doesn't know when he'll be fed again.

"I..." Vincent shakes a little. He can already tell it's some sort of trick by the fifth bag. "I- I don't... thank you for your kindness, but I don't think I can drink anymore."

You insist. Vincent's eyes flicker up to you. What's the game?

"I really can't," he whispers. "Please, I'm so grateful to be fed, but-"

No buts. You dangle it in front of his face and tell him to drink.

The tone of warning is enough to make him take it with trembling hands. A little of his strength has returned, but he isn't completely stupid. This is not human blood. Even if it was... why should he try to escape this? Whatever is going to happen cannot be worse than the punishment for escaping.

Vincent's vision swims. He swallows down another mouthful. He stopped begging a few minutes ago. This isn't going to stop.

His chest lurches a little. No, no, he can't throw it up! His eyes widen. Was this it? You just want to create a situation to hurt him, is that it?

He shakes his head to himself. No, of course not. How could he think that? You're being so kind just to feed him. He's just being ungrateful. If you hurt him even without the kindness, it would be no less than he deserves.

He physically can't swallow anymore - there's no place for it to go, no vein that needs filled - and chokes, gagging it back up onto the floor. Blood drips down his chin. Your tongue clicks in disappointment.

Whatever you wanted out of him, you get it. He screams, cries, begs, feels the blood he was only just given let loose from his body as you slice it open and mangle his skin into nothing but a vessel for cuts and bruises.

"N-No, stop, please, I didn't--!" Vincent curls up and shields his face. "I didn't mean to, please, you gave me t-too much, a-and I couldn't--!"

You sigh, and remind him that he was the one who threw up. You didn't make that happen.

"I..." Vincent can't fault the logic, even though he really should be able to. "I'm sorry. I sh-shouldn't... you're right. I'm sorry, this w-was my fault. I know that."

You smile, and tell him that if he's going to be so disgustingly disrespectful, there's no reason he should ever be fed again.

"N-NO!" Vincent, despite the pain, scrambles to his knees, presses his forehead against the floor, desperate to beg however you'd like him to. "Please, please, I'll d-do whatever else you want, please don't starve me again! A-Anything else, please!"

You tell him he should've thought of that before he spat out his gift.

Vincent lets out a harsh whimper. "I'm s-sorry. I know. I was d-disrespectful. I u-understand. Thank you for t-teaching me a lesson..."

You tell him to stay exactly how he is. You can add more creativity to this punishment.

Vincent understands now. He'll never be fed again, but he'll never, ever refuse a gift like that again.

It doesn't matter if it wasn't his choice. That idea doesn't even come to his mind anymore. There's always a choice, and he always makes the wrong one.

He keeps begging - you seem to like it - but he doesn't beg for it to stop. He knows it shouldn't.

#asks #vincent maddox #emeto #this ask did something to me. not sorry it WILL happen again. #te | pc asker interactions

[kyeomyun]

— My Unlucky Number is THIRTEEN ; AU

— EPISODE 2. (MINGYU) sticks 'nd stones can't break my bones, but stairs can.

pairings: none.

genre: crack, thriller/horror, this one has more thriller. just a tiny bit 🤏🏽

warnings: vulgar language, implications of death (ghosts), paranoia(?), mingyu... yeah.

word count: 777

synopsis: mingyu was (not) brave. extremely. especially when it came to dashing down the hallway in the dark where anything can be hidden in the shadows.

sn: DOUBLE POST. WHAT?

network(s): @preciousillusions-net @kflixnet

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(im such a genius)

everybody knows of the universal running gag. running up the stairs after closing the lights before whatever entity could consume you forever, it's every kid's nightmare and every joke cracked before everybody goes to bed.

mingyu was not god's strongest soldier. everybody knows that too.

even if that was the case, he never had to run up the stairs like something would jump out at the foot of it! because obviously, that was just a story. it's like santa (he used to believe in santa).

but he couldn't admit that he still listens very closely after shutting off the lights, and walking rather speedily compared to when the hallway lights on. (reflexes, he always tried to ration with himself).

one night specifically though, mingyu got hit with the 3AM dehydration that was almost unbearable to sleep with. the taste of sleep was sickening, and his perched throat caught the oxygen before it even made it down.

almost suffocating if you will.

sluggish, he began his journey to the kitchen to fetch himself a nice and refreshing bottle of cold water from the refrigerator. his fingers were rapid, bending in all kinds of different angles, tracing along the wall while trying to locate where the switch was because he was not going to continue his walk forward until the lights were on.

so after his 'much needed' search for the light switch, he was down the hall and finally in his safe haven (most of the time), the kitchen.

only a few more steps and he was right in front of the refrigerator. with anticipation seeing the savory drink, mingyu swung the refrigerator open, goosebumps coating his skin. whether or not it was caused by the fridge or the impending doom he felt, he didn't know.

and in there, the bottles were beholden to him, standing at their full icy glory. they were practically begging mingyu to drink them down until he was satisfied and giving into their metaphorical pleas, mingyu snatched one. then he thought a bit to himself before snatching just one more for safe measures.

after closing the refrigerator, his brain already had the timer on deck, analyzing to formulate a plan.

"okay..." he murmured to himself. "if i take a wide turn, maybe-" a pause. "no, i couldn't, because i have a possibility of stubbing my pinkie toe…"

his mutters filled the silence alongside the humming of the air conditioning unit. with narrowed eyes looking for the quickest way out, mingyu found himself moving along to the light switch, his plan changing with every new angle.

maybe it was because of how early (late?) it was, but he could have sworn that he heard something following him. a second pair of feet, acting as his shadow and matching up with him like they had the right. it was because of this that the ravenette felt the need to leave.

immediately.

the quickest way up was quick steps forward, a sharp turn, and a mad dash up the stairs. not the most unfamiliar path, but still a path nonetheless. and wise guy was ready to run the fuck away from whatever was planning to snap his neck.

and the moment the switch was flipped, he followed his plan. his plan was going well, it was a great plan, it's always been a great plan (this is in fact his thought process as he's running). he can still see the light of day tomorrow morning! he can still text the gc and tell joshua that he didn't die just because he just came on a couple minutes late! he can sti-

mingyu let out a shriek, akin to that of… a bird. he'd only been grabbed after all.

wait what-

at least it wasn't that bad of a fall and the floors of his room were carpeted, but something had grabbed his ankle. the bottles were still closed and he could still drink them when he got back up. though that didn't solve the problem of what the hell had grabbed this poor man's ankle, like- ??? what the fuck?

mingyu was on his stomach, so he rolled over, just to see if it was just a stray piece of small furniture (which wouldn't make sense) or laundry he'd dropped somehow (which would make sense).

nothing was there. but as he'd faced his door now, too, mingyu was able to catch a glimpse of a figure. just the mere sight of it prompted his very soul to leave his body, but it wasn't enough to meet whoever had decided to pull this little trick on him.

i really don't think he'd want to.

did you enjoy your order?

if you did, please reblog, like, (pls) comment, all of that jazz :>

have a good day, sweets ^^

tagging: @wqnwoos @wheeboo @etherealyoungk @rubywonu @trblsvt @icyminghao @odxrilove @stormyjisung @slytherinshua @selenicives @fairyhaos @gyu-effect @jaehunnyy @luvhyun3 @m4rsluv <33

#{🥧} — jada’s recipes ♡ #kflixnet #👻・MUNI13 #kim mingyu #mingyu #svt #seventeen #svt fic #seventeen fic

[princesshillaryellaworld25]

Late night PenGiana post:Sick Girlfriend made a custom spicy burrito-taco!

Sick Girlfriend was making something very special that she wanted to create in the kitchen.

Sick GF: *Hums* There all done, Wow! It's a fucking masterpiece! I gotta show Penelope!😄

Penelope was in the living room playing with baby rose.

Penelope: Who's a cute little baby, you are!😊

Baby Rose: *giggling*

Sick GF: Hey Penny, come to the kitchen! You gotta see what I made!

Penelope: Oh Coming! *to Rose* I'll be right back, Rosy.

Penelope got up from the couch and head straight to the kitchen, she arrived with a smiling Sick Girlfriend and a sliver dome on the table.

Penelope: Hey GiGi, *sniff* Mmm~ Something smells good! What did you make?😊

Sick GF: I'm glad you ask! You know how I wanted to make something like mix both spicy foods?

Penelope: Uhh yeah, You told me what would happen if you mix a burrito and a taco and i told you it would be impossible.🤨😒

Sick GF: Well...I've proved you wrong! Behold!

Sick Girlfriend opens the sliver dome and unleashed a mixed burrito and taco which was red and had a hot pepper on top.

Sick GF: TA-DA! What do you think?😊

Penelope: Hmm*sniff sniff* *cough cough* O-Oh my...It's really really spicy!😟😳

Sick GF: I know right?😆

Penelope's eyes were watery because of the spices of the burrito taco.

Penelope: *coughs* U-Uh Sick Girlfriend, how much spices did you put in this thing?😟😰

Sick GF: Oh relax, I may have put a little bit of pepper and hot sauce and one of my mother's homemade spices: Hellfire pepper😊

A flamy smoke was coming from the burrito taco and it showed a devil cloud coming out.

Penelope: *mind* O-Oh my....😰

Sick GF: Say, Since I proved you wrong, here *hands Penelope the burrito taco* You get the first bite!

Penelope: *gulp* *sweating with fear* A-Are you sure?

Sick GF: Oh don't be silly, try it!

Penelope: *whimper*😰

Sick GF: What's wrong?🤨

Penelope: Uhhhh How about you try it?😅

Sick GF: Hmm? Okay then *takes the burrito taco from Penelope*

Penelope: Are you sure it's a good idea for you to eat it? 🤨😰😟

Sick GF: Oh relax~ I'm gonna be fine, no big deal😏*eats the burrito taco*

Penelope: *mind* OH MY GOD!😳

Sick GF: *sigh* *burp* Oh excuse me🤭

Penelope: Uhhh Sick Girlfriend?You feeling alright?😟

Sick GF: See Penny? I told you it taste good and nothing bad happe-*stomach gurgling*

Penelope: Oh no....😰

Sick GF: No No No No, it's fine Penny! It means that it's just digesting to my stomach-*stomach gurgling* oh god...🤢

Penelope: You sure?😒🤨

Sick GF: Yeah I'm sure...*stomach gurgling too much* Oh god...that can't be good...*gag*

Penelope: S-Sick Girlfriend?

Sick GF: *gag* Uh-oh....

Sick Girlfriend's eyes turned watery and her face turned red when she felt a firey flame about to come out.

Sick GF: *flames coming out of her mouth*AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Penelope: OH CRAP! *ducked*

Sick GF: *screaming in pain* IT BURNS!!!😫😭

Penelope: Oh god! Don't worry I'll get you milk!

Sick GF: *screaming* HURRY!

Penelope rushes to the fridge to take out a gallon of milk but Sick Girlfriend snatched it, opened the top and jugged the whole thing.

Penelope: Woah! Okay😳.....

After the firey pain stopped.....

Sick GF: A-A-A-A........*coughs*

Penelope: Giana? Now you believe me that I was right?😒

Sick GF: *coughs* NO! I still proved you wrong, and it's just a firey burp, no big-*stomach gurgling again but it was for somehting else*

Penelope: Hmm🤨

Sick GF: I-I think I'm gonna vomit *gag* *stomach gurgling again*

Penelope: I don't think it's that...it's something else....

It was something else, it means head to the bathroom, she's gonna blow!

Sick GF: *holds her stomach* O-Oh god....I Need....BATHROOM!!!!!😫*dashes to the bathroom*

Penelope: Oh boy....

2 minutes later....

Sick Girlfriend was lying on Penelope's lap while Penelope rubs her stomach to feel better. There were glass of milk full on the living room table and baby rose was on the second couch playing with her toys.

Sick GF: *groans* 🤢

Penelope: Now you see the results of never mixing a taco with a burrito?😏

Sick GF: *groans* Ughhhhhh I feel like....my whole digestive system and my rector system is on fire!🤢

Penelope: *sigh* I know, I mean you exploded the bathroom metaphorically....

Sick GF: *groans* This is what i get for eatting two spicy foods mixed togther...🤢

Penelope: I'm glad you learn your lesson, now you want me to rub your tummy and then give you a massage to make you feel better?😏

Sick GF: Please do...

Lesson learned: Never Make a burrito and taco mixed together with jalapenos and hell peppers from hell, you would've exploded the bathroom and your insides would be on fire.

#friday night funkin #fnf spongebob parodies #pengiana #scriptwriting

[badassxbirdy]

Edit: If I’ve unfollowed, refollowed, or you’ve softblocked, please see this post and let me know accordingly!

May Activity Update (Pinned Post)

It’s time once again for an activity update! If you’re new here: these monthly posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brainfog strikes. This update includes things posted or in drafts for the month of April. Everything else can be found in previous monthly updates under this tag. There’s also the thread tracker here.

The full activity update (along with OOC house keeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens, memes, and the wishlist, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Ty on Wire for IC texting.

Now onto the update!

OOC Housekeeping:

I want to start doing more story arc development on Ty’s blog again, so expect a few posts about that to come soon.

Posted a round of opened starters, for anyone who doesn’t know: those are explained here.

I’m going to be tagging people in replies to get around the current notes issue and any others that may arise. If I forget to do it, I’ll shoot you a message instead.

Fixes for the notes issue can be found here and here for those who need it.

Thread tracker has (for the most part) been updated. Thanks to everyone who got back to my DM’s about old threads. ❤️

I still haven’t found the login for Ty’s discord. 🤦‍♀️ Until I do, tumblr DM’s or Ty’s Wire are the best ways to reach me both IC and OOC.

Threads, replies, memes, and other IC interactions:

(In alphabetical order by username)

At the motel (link) - @demcnsinmymind

Car trouble (drafted) - @demcnsinmymind

“You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” (link) - @demcnsinmymind

Ty takes Lance on a hunt! (drafted) - @demcnsinmymind

Birthday gift mischief: the peanut gag continues! 😂 (link) - @demcnsinmymind

Birthday gift mischief: a crossbow! (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Universe differences (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Ty is scarred for life. (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Damon shields Ty. (link) - @derschwarzeengel

The truth about Darklighters (queued) - @derschwarzeengel

Damon encounters Dark!Ty (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Getting out of jail (queued) - @derschwarzeengel

Roasting 50 shades (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Vampire!Damon (drafted) - @derschwarzeengel

Making their escape (queued) - @derschwarzeengel

“I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.” (link) - @drkroots (Shannon)

“Is there a reason you’ve been following me for an hour?” (drafted) - @drkroots (Deacon)

Kit offers a flower, Tyler says 👁👄👁 (link) - @florafound

Birthday mischief: baking unsupervised is probably a bad idea. 😂 (link) - @heavenguided

Meeting Captain Hook (link) - @hvbris

Ty is confused by Wednesday (drafted) - @hvbris

Birthday mischief: “hey! you didn’t tell me it was your birthday!” (drafted) - @imprvdente

FBI!Fish babysits Human!Ty (drafted) - @imprvdente

At the fair (link) - @indyflanery

Attempting to babysit the Doctor. 😂 (link) - @innerwar

Jokes with Charm (drafted) - @innerwar

A demon problem (drafted) - @magaprima

“Can I just be normal?” (link) - @nightiingaled (Mel)

Time for “The Talk” (link) - @nightiingaled (Mel)

Ty is ANGY and Proteus is BABY. (link) - @nightiingaled

Banishment gone wrong (link) - @normallyxstranger

The way out (drafted) - @razorfst

NO BEING BAIT. 😤 (link) - @unbearablyindifferent

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

FMK poll results: Ty needs therapy. (link)

Ty’s favourite holiday (link)

“Would you still love me if I was a worm? 🥺” aka KilliTy being disgustingly cute. (link)

Sinday questions: One thing a partner should never do. (link)

Sinday questions: mood killer, how adventurous is she, one night stands, and one thing she’s dying to try. (link)

Sinday questions: does she crack jokes, does she get emotional, does she like to go out as aftercare, and physical affection/cuddling. (link)

Tyler can’t NOT make jokes. (link)

A gem from discord: Ty telling Killian about her arm scar. (link)

KilliTy moodboard by Rookito. 🥹 (link)

I think that’s everything! As always: please let me know if I’ve missed something. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, rest assured that if it’s not here I simply have not seen it. Remember to be kind to yourselves, and hydrate your flesh prison. ❤️ — Em

#activity update

[toointojoelmiller]

please don't go: a last of us fic

chapter 4

after David / Silver Lake / post-episode 8

angst, Joel & Ellie bonding, 99% canon compliant

rating: mature - content warnings re: s/a, violence, more

ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | ch 6 | ch 7 | ch 8 | ch 9 | ch 10

link to whole story (work in progress) on AO3

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note for this one (+ blanket S/A trigger warning for this fic):

I deviated from canon in only one way which is David did assault Ellie - here's why I did this (from my ao3 post) - It’s not that I think that there’s a need to dial up what happened in canon - what Ellie experienced was traumatizing and horrifying enough. But, maybe I’m cynical - I have always felt that the way we saw the action unfold in the restaurant was a bit *sanitized* for a video game audience… and in the show (David gives good villain monologue, don’t get me wrong), once he takes Ellie down, there’s just so much taking time, slow talking, slow moving. Perhaps he's just “savouring the moment” (gag) but I’ve always had this feeling that a man as dark and brutal as him, once he gets his victim where he wants them, especially so full of rage, wouldn't hold back with causing a ton of damage even if it's just in a small amount of time. So, I have made a few changes to canon in that sense, only because it feels just a bit more (sadly) realistic to me.

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It only takes a minute for Ellie to completely stop crying. She scrubs the wetness from her face with her palms, smearing some of the blood splatters around. She ends up shuffling a bit until her shoulders are against the wall. She keeps her knees pulled up, hands clasped in front to hold them, eyes still shut as her face tilts up to the ceiling, head resting on the wall behind her. She thumps the back of her skull on the wall once - twice - the blanket isn’t on her anymore, has ended up pooled on the ground behind her, so nothings cushioning it - he leans forward, but she stops on her own.

Because he’s a coward, Joel lets them slip back into quiet. “You’re not fine, baby, but it’s ok to need help,” he might try saying if he was a better man, “You don’t have to handle everything alone.”

Ellie guarded her independence ferociously from the moment they’d met - desperately tough, hating being babied, willing to be taken down going full out against unbeatable odds if it meant she didn’t look weak. Scared the shit out of him. He could lie to himself and say that’s why he doesn’t say anything as he watches her, but he’s too fucking drained to bother with his bullshit.

He’s just afraid - of saying something wrong and pushing her too far, snapping something. Breaking her in a way she can’t pull back together. So he lets her drift.

He rubs his hand across his face, squeezes his eyes closed tight and presses the pads of his fingers against them until little patches of light and dark pop up in his vision. And then, since he’s never been any good at having his hands sitting idle, he finds himself moving to pull the first aid kit out from under the shelving, sliding it closer until the flashlight beam can fall on it. One of the plastic latches snaps apart as he flips it open, brittle from age, the cold.

It’s not untouched, but more intact than most he’s come across. A grubby looking stick of After-Bite and pack of Benadryl sit on top, and he tosses them to the side to run his fingers through the mess of little white packages underneath. Gauze, bandaids, sterile scissors, tape. A thick stack of antiseptic wipes - long dried out, he guesses, and proves himself right tearing a corner off in his teeth and pulling out a bone dry little white square. A dash of red catches his eye and he picks out a couple of what look to be mini toothpaste tubes, red and white and purple - squints to read the label - “Insta-Glucose”.

“Look, Ellie - sugar.” He watches as she opens one eye to peek at him. That gets her attention.

“Hm?”

When did you last eat, he wants to ask, too scared to know, keeps up his cowardly streak by swallowing the question down.

He slides one of the tubes over to her, puts it just in front of the toes of her boots. “It’s uh - I think they made ‘em for diabetics, mostly - just sugar. Carbs. S’posed to eat it, get your blood sugar up”.

She blinks at him but doesn’t move to take the tube, so he grabs it again, twists the tear away top off, and holds it out to her. “Here, eat some - it’ll - it’ll help,” he says, and counts one - two - three seconds until she reaches up to take it. She pinches the tube between her fingers and nothing comes out, looking back at him. Blank. 

“Sorry, must be frozen - dried out,” he takes it back to crush it a bit between his fingers until little red crumbs are making their way out of the top. He tries to hand it to her but she doesn’t take it back - stares at it for a moment, shakes her head.

“Don’t… dunno if I can.”

He’s trying not to sound frustrated - he’s not, not one bit, not at her - but the fatigue is creeping into his voice and he can hear himself sounding shorter.  “Don’t really have to swallow, it’ll kinda - melt. Put a bit in your mouth and you’ll - it’ll still work."

She touches her fingers against her lips as she replies, “Mouth’s dry.” 

Of course it is - he hasn’t thought to get a drop of fucking water into her. Shelter - get warm - hydrate. The fucking basics.

As he sits in the shame, registering the fact that he keeps finding ways to fail, a memory flashes at him. Cold water, tasting like salt, trickling on his face, his chin, a few droplets slipping past his cracked lips. A sliver of relief as he’s trapped, in and out of his body, sinking in endless dark, made only out of pain. Tiny fingertips brushing little bits of moisture, mercy, across his lips again and again. 

His eyes burn. Trying to think of the steps he has to take next. Put them in the right order. It takes way too long.

Right. Grab her bag again - there was a bit of sloshing in her thermos when he dug past it earlier taking stock of her clothes - just enough for a few mouthfuls. He pushes it into her hands and twists the top off for her. “Drink - slow, though. Bit at a time.” She takes a small sip while he grabs the blanket from where it’s bunched up on the floor behind her, trying to tug it up again, settling on wrapping it around her sides, about halfway up her arms. Then he turns away, dumps the first aid kit contents out onto the floor and stands up.

Ellie would never let him get away with a real old man groan like the one that just came out of him. Wouldn’t live that shit down for weeks.

She just stares up at him in confusion.

He gestures with the now empty plastic kit. “For snow - keep it under the blanket to melt a bit.” No reply as she lifts her thermos back up for another sip.

He cracks open the door and pauses to let his eyes adjust to the dark after getting used to the flashlight brightness. There’s a decent amount of light coming from the moon and being reflected off the bright snow everywhere, so it doesn’t take too long. In the time he spends crouching down to fill the kit with snow and stand again, Ellie gets up and moves behind him. He nearly bumps into her as he starts to turn back. “What’re -” he starts but she’s already telling him, in a miserable sounding voice -

“Have to pee.”

Fuck, he thinks. “Okay,” he says.

He leans around her to toss the container of snow onto the shelf and turns back to her. “I’ll come with you.”

She whines out an exasperated “Jo-el,” sounding every bit a teenager. She’d probably stomp her foot, he thinks, if she wasn’t so - well.

“You’re not going out alone,” he’s saying on autopilot, and she tenses her shoulders up instantly.

Dial it back, dick.

“Sorry -” he starts over - “I’ll give you privacy, Ellie, but - we’re both a bit -  unsteady,” he's fumbling, “Just - in case, ok?”

She gives up too easily.

“D’you want the jacket?” he asks, hesitating with what to do here. Seems stupid, finally getting her warm and then taking her back outside underdressed - but his coat is so big on her, hanging past her knees, her hands - might be more of a hinderance just now.   

She shakes her head, so he moves around her for a moment to grab the pistol he’d unholstered as they warmed up earlier. Goes to pick up the flashlight, and then reconsiders - hell of an easy thing to spot waving and moving around in the dark, even far away. Moonlight will have to be enough.

“Alright, c’mon then. Let’s be quick.”

He twists awkwardly to close the door behind them as they step out, trying not to lose too much of the heat they’d built up inside. Like earlier in the day, she leans heavily into him as they slowly pick their way down the steps. With no sun the temperature has dropped since they were out, and he feels them both tensing up quickly as the cold cuts right through their clothes. He keeps her upright with a hand clasped tightly her shoulder.

It’s hard to say for sure in the dark - not to mention how he’s burning through his last fucking brain cells at this point - but he thinks she’s moving a little worse than before, actually - frowns a bit more as he takes in how much she’s hunching forward, keeping one arm around her middle.

Shit.

He glances around in the dark. Doesn’t hear a sound.

“Just go here,” he decides, moving a few more steps until they’re tucked around the corner, along the side of the little building. She tips away from him to steady herself against the wall.

He hesitates. “Do you - need help with anything?”

But she shakes her head, so he reluctantly takes a few steps back around the corner.

He pauses for a few seconds, not hearing anything. Finally she asks in a small voice, “Can… a little farther?”, and he makes himself give her the privacy he’d promised, even as every step away from her feels wrong to his bones. He glances back briefly, feeling a bit relieved to see that the light cast by his flashlight - left it on inside to drain even faster on them, moron - isn't all that visible from out here. He turns back around and purposefully moves slow, taking smaller steps to shorten the distance he covers.

He hears her start shuffling around, and he clears his throat a few times, tries to be a bit noisier than he needs to as he picks up and sets down his feet, kicking the snow a bit- maybe some background sound will make it easier for her to go quickly.

Respect for her privacy aside, it’s pretty clear when she’s finally able to, and when she’s done. He hears her breathe out a whisper - “Fuck,” - and then the shuffling sounds are back, along with a few new whimpers - struggling to get her pants back up?

“Everything ok?” He asks, not able to help himself. She doesn’t answer, but then he hears her start walking - takes it as his cue to move quickly back in her direction.

She comes into view around the corner a second before he reaches it. Managed to get her pants up on her own, then. But right away he clocks how her whole body is vibrating, hard, and even in the dark he can tell she’s wide eyed. Her breaths are short and shallow. He needs to get her inside, now.

“G-got-” she stutters out as he steadies her from the side and starts moving them back up the steps, “peed on my p-pants.”

“Don’t matter - you’re changing anyway,” he reminds her.

They make it back through the door and he pushes it shut with his foot, both of them huffing a bit to catch their breath. He’s relieved to find that it’s stayed marginally warmer inside.

“No fair,” she slurs - he can hardly make out what she’s said, now, her voice sounding newly thick, even more off than before.

“Mm?” He nudges her after she goes silent for a stretch, keeping his arm around her back, not confident she’d stay up if he let go. He tries to scan what he can see of her face, now lit up again partially in the flashlight glow - she’s looking straight ahead and away from him.

“S’easy - you,” she twitches a hand vaguely in his direction, “piss anywhere.”

He’d laugh at that, if this were any other time. Remembers, uselessly and painfully, how Tess voiced the same complaint - “Don’t know how lucky you are, Texas” - anytime the two of them had to rough it somewhere.

“You’re not wrong,” he responds. Unholsters the pistol from his hip with his free hand and tosses it onto the shelf next to the first aid kit full of snow. He steps around so he’s facing her more directly, moving to grab her by the shoulders to steady her with both hands and almost forgetting about her injury. He hovers the hand on that side for a moment, and then he settles it lower on her arm, by her elbow. Ready, just in case.

She stares right through him, barely there - glassy eyed, frighteningly pale. She’s going to crash soon, it's clear from the look of her - might be about to faint on him. A fresh surge of fear has him feeling suddenly, newly clear headed and alert.

“We’re gonna put on your dry jeans now, and get you layin' down, warmin’ up again,” he says slowly, watching for any sign that she’s hearing him. “I’ll put some more water in your thermos - you can take little sips of it - but other than that I don’t want you movin’ around. You - your body needs some real rest to heal, baby. And - you need to tell me everywhere you’re hurtin’,” - she looks down to the floor and he clenches his grip on her, fighting the urge to shake her - “Please, Ellie - you’re scarin' me.”

There’s nothing in her stomach. But she lurches forward in a violent dry heave, giving it her all anyway. 

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link to whole story (work in progress) on AO3

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Punch Out!! Parasite AU Drabble #2

An Unhappy Reunion

The Major Circuit find an abandoned warehouse being inhabited by an old friend

TW: BODY HORROR, APOCALYPTIC SETTINGS, AND MAJOR DEATH

"Just lay low, understand?" Hondo asked, turning around to his three friends. All three nodded. Hondo nodded in response, pressing forward until he heard a crashing noise behind him. He turned back to see Hugger had accidentally kicked over a giant dumpster. The stench radiated through the air and the other two monsters gagged at the smell. Hondo stifled a laugh as he shook his head, “Well, maybe not that low, Hugs” he said. “Hey, I’m trying my best over ‘ere, eh?” Hugger responded, trying to kick the grime off his foot.

Suddenly a light clicking noise was heard. In an instant, Hondo wielded his machete as he pushed forward. The noise came from inside an abandoned warehouse, a small glow emitted from the entrance. The door was slightly open. Hondo took his machete and used to push the door open more. As expected, the inside was bare and empty. Nothing special lined it’s inside. “Coast is clear,” Hondo called back to his friends. The three giants carefully approached and slid themselves inside. “Ay dios mio” Don mumbled to himself, “This place looks like no one has been here in years”, “We wouldn’t say years,” Tiger gurgled back, “Look” he and his many faces gestured to a small living quarters up on a second floor. Someone was alive and living here. “Hugger, can you boost me up?” Hondo asked, “I need to get a better look”

“Uh, Hoser, I ain’t got arms” Hugger replied bluntly. Don groaned and shoved the larger man aside, and used his own branch-like hand to lift Hondo to the little space. As he was set down, he looked around and saw various records and pictures. A lot of which were of a very familiar face. “Disco…” Hondo whispered to himself, a smile gracing his lips, “Disco’s alive!!” Hondo yelled happily. The three monsters all cheered as they heard the news, “That’s great! We have to find him, immediately!” Tiger responded, “We don’t even know where to look though,” Don groaned, “He’s probably fled already, or maybe he was alive and then he died, H-He could be ANYWHERE!”

Suddenly the clicking noise returned, much louder and accompanied by gurgling. Turning around, the four saw a tall figure, his body covered with holes that emitted a glow of varying colors. His limbs and extremities were thin and like needles, and his head was reminiscent of a Disco Ball. Round, and full of holes that emitted a golden light. Two eyes peeked from inside the head. Hondo also noticed the same mysterious blue liquid he saw before dripping from every hole on his body. “Disco?” Hondo asked, “Is that…is that you-” 

Before Hondo could finish his question, the taller being gripped the three giants and shoved them out of the way before lunging at Hondo, the rounded head opened up like a flower as he roared at the smaller man, lifting his arm up and swiping at the man. Hondo barely dodged the attack and fell to the ground with a CRACK. He recovered shortly after and shook his head, reaching with his left hand for his machete, but found himself unable to move it, grimacing in pain every time he did. He felt around his upper area, below his neck. His collar bone was broken. His friends were still stunned from the shove and struggling to stand. What once was Disco was now a malicious, ravenous beast. A shell of the man he was before. Hondo quickly dashed as the creature locked its sight on him once again. He barely made it to the door before he was snatched up by Disco, his needle-like hands stabbed into Hondo’s body like knives. Hondo winced at the feeling, as he was brought right up to the creature's face. It bloomed open again and revealed Disco’s real head inside. His facial features were contorted and misplaced on his face. Hondo couldn’t muster any words as he looked at what used to be his friend, and was now…well this. “D-Disco, please!” Hondo whimpered in pain, “Yo-ou’re hurting m-m-me!”, “I’m just giving you what you deserve,” Disco whispered, his voice a gurgle.

“What?” Hondo asked in shock, “What do you mean?”

“You left us…saved your own ass while…” Disco started, gulping in between his sentences, a blue liquid looked to be spilling from his mouth, “...while we were left here…to…to suffer…” Another gulp, “...You left us…here…to…DIE” 

“What! No! I didn’t leave you to die…I never even knew about this! I-I-I had other things…my Father!” Hondo tried to reason with his friend, but it was no use. His rambling excuses only made Disco angrier. “I DON’T WANT YOU TO EXPLAIN…” Disco hissed. “I don’t NEED your excuses…I…want to see…you…DIE” Disco spat and growled, a blue liquid flung onto Hondo’s face followed by a burning sensation on his skin. 

The liquid sludged down his cheek and left giant gaping holes where skin should be. Hondo only cried out in pain, tears streaming from his eyes as the pain surged through him. 

“NOW YOU’LL KNOW WHAT WE WENT THROUGH, HOW WE FELT! YOU WILL…” Disco gulped once again, “...FEEL WHAT IT IS-” Another gulp, “-LIKE TO BE DERANGED, CONTORTED, TO FEEL A PAIN SO AGONIZING YOU WON’T EVER-” And another gulp, “-EVER LOOK AT YOURSELF THE-” and ANOTHER gulp, “-THE SAME AGAIN! YOU’LL BE LIKE US! FACING AN ETERNAL FATE…WORSE…WORSE THAN DEATH!!” Maniacal laughter echoed through the warehouse, as more and more blue spit flew at Hondo. The smaller man tried his best to cover his face, but it became harder to do as Disco held it straight up so it was directly in the splash zone. 

Disco gave a low chuckle, as he leaned his human head close to Hondo and began to well up a large glob of spit. He smiled one last time, “Goodbye, Hondo,” he whispered. Opening his mouth to spit. Hondo closed his eyes and awaited the splash on his face. But the splash never came, what came instead was a roar from behind as Hugger charged at Disco and bashed him over. Disco toppled onto his back, dropping Hondo in the process. Hugger continued to charge at Disco, with Don and Tiger close behind. Tiger scooped up Hondo in their tentacle like roots and scurried towards the exit, “GET HIM OUTTA ‘ERE, AND DON’T STOP!” Hugger cried to his friend, Tiger nodded as they made their way out, Hondo held tight in his grasp. Don and Hugger stayed back to take on their friend. 

Disco slashed his claws forward and roared at Hugger, Hugger took slash with no problem and growled as he swung his body at full force at Disco, sending him flying into Don, who used his treelike legs to crack Disco’s body. The latter wailed in agony as the liquid began to spew from the cracks. With no hesitation, Don continued to pierce Disco with his legs, Hugger holding him down with his own giant legs and weight. Don then saw Disco’s face was still partially open, his squishy human head echoing from inside. He began moving to his head and prying it open with his legs. Another agonizing crack was heard as Disco screamed in pain again. Don then turned to Hugger and gestured for his neck. “DO IT PENDEJO!!” he cried. Hugger realized what he wanted, and he panicked. He couldn’t do that. He wanted to protect his friend of course, but to do this….it was a horrible deed. 

But Disco was already in misery. His body was writhing in pain, contorted and misshapen by the parasite and Don's attacks. He was in agony. He was suffering. He hated seeing him like that…he had to didn't he?

Without a second thought, Hugger took one of his giant legs and firmly stomped it down onto Disco's head. Disco screeched in pain as the pressure began to build inside. The blue liquid was gushing at an alarming rate. "I-I CAN'T BREATHE!!....I CAN'T….CA-A-AN'T BRE-EE-EAT-THE!!" he wailed through loud gurgles and gulps. "Y-YOU CAN'T DO THIS…" He gulped again, "...T-TO ME!! I-I'LL KILL YOU! I WILL MAKE SURE YOU SUFFER!! YOU WON'T GET…"

Another gulp, Disco's head was now a light blue from the acid build up inside it.

“...GET TO SEE THE LIGHT…OF…DAY…EVER AG…GAIN!!”

Disco gulped again before manic laughter filled the warehouse. Hugger, eyes glued shut, only grit his teeth, as he applied more pressure down on Disco’s head. 

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Outside, Hondo and Tiger were hidden faraway from the warehouse, all they could hear were the slams and screeches that echoed from within. Tiger used their roots to look over Hondo’s burns. They were still bubbling, almost acidic. Whatever Disco had spat at him, it was strong, and potent. Tiger wished they had arms to block the scent from their  nostrils. “Are you ok?” Tiger’s many voices asked. Hondo shook his head with a wince, “That shit hurts…really bad too” Hondo said quietly. 

“We…we can only imagine” Tiger said, quietly. Another root was brought to Hondo’s face as he caressed it and examined it. It had been a while since they had seen Hondo, it was nice to get to look at him again…he truly hadn’t changed at all. 

Just then, a large crack was heard again, followed by an ear shattering screech. Hondo and Tiger both turned to the warehouse, lights began flickering violently from inside. “Oh my god…they need help!” Hondo exclaimed, holding his arm tight and dashing towards the warehouse, “HONDO, NO!” Tiger cried, following him. 

Hondo made it in time to see Disco pinned on the floor. His face gushing blue from the pressure Hugger had put on him, Don holding the hole filled casing apart, and manic laughter echoing through the halls. One final scream erupted from him as a loud SPLAT was heard. Disco’s head was crushed and popped against the concrete floor. Hugger opened his eyes and looked at his foot, it was covered with the burning blue acid. He would’ve groaned in pain if he wasn’t in shock for what he just did. Don looked at the remains of his friend with wide shocked eyes. Tiger simply looked away and closed his eyes tight, not opening them. Only Hondo made any viable noise, in the form of a shocked scream, followed by rapid breathing. Hugger felt a sobbing feeling well up in his throat, “Oh fuck…oh jesus fuck. What have I done?” he asked softly, nearly collapsing to the floor. Don rushed to his side and held him up.

“I killed him…”

“...You…you didn’t-”

“I KILLED HIM” 

Don held his friend's shoulders tightly and held him close. "You…saved him…he was caught in a web of his own misfortune…he had to be set free…"

Hondo sighed, "Don's right…" He said, "...He was too far gone by the looks of it…we were too late to save him…but perhaps there is time to save the others…"

"That blue liquid seems to be how the parasites can get into our systems…it burns us and then leaves us exposed…" Tiger explained, "...well assuming that Nimbi is a physical parasite…"

"I don't wanna talk about this anymore…" Hugger said, looking down. Hondo gripped at his arm, then turned to Disco's lifeless body on the ground. Blue liquid still oozed from it.

Hondo slowly drew out his Machete and placed it on Disco's chest. He then bowed, though not gracefully, and whispered to his friend, "Goodbye, my good friend…may you have a peaceful rest…"

Hondo then lifted his left hand to his headband and readjusted it on his head. 

"...Mark my words…we WILL avenge you…" 

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