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littlebatsimagines · 1 year

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By Your Side (Arkham Asylum! Bruce Wayne x Fem! Reader)

Request: So if its all right with you I’d love to request a Bruce Wayne Arkham asylum game Bruce Wayne to be exact if female reader was working with him to help clean up the island and she gets injured and he gets a bit worried but is still strict about it because its Batman for peace sakes and he confesses his feeling for reader and they kiss so like an angst fluff please and thank you again love your writing💕💕💕

Sorry this took so long to get out! I actually went back and replayed Asylum so it was fresh in my mind then all my stuff showed up from moving so I had ALL my Arkham books 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

MasterList

(Y/n)= your name

(Y/nn)= your nick name

(Y/ln)= your last name

(ec)= eye color

‘First Joker tries to kill the mayor and now he's caught. If Bruce doesn't think something is wrong here he's losing his touch.’ (Y/n) thought as she turned off the news. ‘Nah Bruce is too smart too be fooled so easily.’ her thoughts continued as she started to make herself dinner. Half way through making her dinner she turned on the radio.

“This is Jack Ryder with breaking news in the Gotham Bay. We are getting reports of an armed siege on Arkham Island. Two minutes ago, Joker broadcast to all news channels this chilling message.”

Dinner now forgotten (Y/n) turned her full attention to the radio as Joker’s voice echoed through her small apartment. “Greetings Gotham, this is the voice of your new master. Oh hang on…I’ve skipped a bit. Joker here! I'm in control of Arkham Island and you can all consider it out of bounds. If I see any lawmen, vigilantes, or do-gooders in tights coming this way, I'll start detonating random bombs around the city! What'll it be? A kindergarten? A hospital? A billionaire’s mansion? Choices, choices, choices.” Joker’s speech finished as (Y/n) looked down at the busy city streets to see police and fire crews rushing around the streets in search of the bombs. ‘Joker’s bluffing, he just doesn't want anyone else on the Island. I'm sure Bruce will have it all covered.’ she thought before her phone dinged with a text.

Dick: Hey (Y/nn) I heard what's going on, I'll be in Gotham soon to help. Suit up we have work to do.

(Y/n): copy that see you soon

Going into her room and into her room she moved all her clothes to reveal the hidden panel that held her black and red catsuit, being Selina's younger sister had its perks. Once suited up (Y/n) climbed out the window using the fire escape to get up to the rooftops of Gotham. Moving a few roofs over (Y/n) patched into the police radio frequency and listened to the chatter to see if the police made any progress while waiting for Nightwing. “Hey kid, find anything?” came Dick’s voice. “Nothing. I think he's bluffing.” (Y/n) said as she turned to look at him. “Maybe so, Bruce would kill us both if we just assumed.” Dick mentioned making (Y/n) nod and hum in acknowledgment.

Hours of searching the city the two vigilantes found one of Joker's bombs downtown. “Well this looks fun.” (Y/n) said as she looked down at the bomb in the vent. “You want to get it or should I?” Nightwing asked making her shrug. “I got it, just make sure everyone is at a safe distance.” (Y/n) said as she shimmied down the vent to the bomb. Taking a deep breath (Y/n) calmed her racing heart before taking the top of the bomb off gently to be met with a small meow and a little orange paw batting at her fingers and the smell of sugar. “You good down there?” Nightwing yelled. “Peachy! The bomb is filled with kittens and marzipan!” (Y/n) called back as she climbed up with a few of the kittens. “At least we get to see these cuties" (Y/n) said as she passed some of the kittens to Dick, who helped her carry them out to the police.

Dick and (Y/n) made sure there were no hidden bombs left and took care of the street crime that plagued Gotham. While subdoing a group of criminals an alert came through on the gauntlet Selina gave her.

Selina: check the news now!

With that message (Y/n) went to a storefront that had several tvs on display showing the Gotham news. “Oh my god.” she said with (ec) wide eyes as she watched Bruce fight several of Joker’s goons and bombs while a hulking, monstrous version of Joker showboated for the news choppers. “What’s up?“ Dick said but all (Y/n) could do was point to the tv. “You’re seeing that too, right?” she asked as Dick slowly nodded. “He will be ok, right?” she asked the nervousness clear in her voice. “Yeah of course. He's Batman." Dick said as they watched. Before long Bruce had beaten Joker with an explosive gel punch knocking the monster back into the exposed electrical wires. "I know he fights Bane and stuff but I don't think I can handle watching something like that again." (Y/n) said with a sigh. "Ha, I think he'd love to hear your concern for him." Dick said with a small laugh making (Y/n) shake her head.

"New reports from Arkham Island, Batman and local authorities are helping evacuate all injured personnel and inmates for proper care." the voice of the news reporter caught (Y/n) attention. "I'm going to go help out on the island you have everything covered here?" she asked turning to Dick as he passed off a thug to the police. "Yeah I have it covered don't worry. Robin will be here soon anyway." he said with his charming smile and with a nod (Y/n) was off making her way to Arkham Island.

The island was in chaos but it was the good chaos of helping those in need. Bruce wasn't hard to find. "Hey Bats need some help?" (Y/n) asked making Bruce turn to her. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Gotham helping Robin." He said sternly only for (Y/n) to sigh. "Nightwing is with him and I figured you could use the help after the night you've had. Besides I had to see myself that you were ok." she said the last part quietly moving closer to his side. "I'm fine get back to Gotham I have it covered." He said moving away from her only for (Y/n) to grab his arm and gently pull him into a side hall out of the way of the rushing doctors and first responders. "Bats you can't do everything alone. I'm worried about you, its been one hell of a night and you're exhausted let me help." she whispered as she looked up him pleadingly. Bruce studied her carefully before nodding and walking away. (Y/n) quickly followed after him splitting up to different parts of the hall to help those who needed it most.

Everything was going great until...it wasn't. (Y/n) was helping a young doctor when she was suddenly pulled back by her hair. She could feel heavy breathing down the back of her neck while something cold was placed at her neck while the person behind her let out quiet giggles. "You're no Batman...but you'll do." they said softly making (Y/n)'s blood run cold. She knew that voice, she knew it too well, it was a voice that always gave her nightmares that Bruce had to come in and calm, it was the voice of Victor Zsasz. She began shaking uncontrollably. Zsasz was so distracted by her that he didn't notice the young doctor run out of the room. Zsasz rambled on and on and on about how he would kill her, how he would do it, where he would put the mark but she heard none of it all she heard was her terrified heart pounding in her ears. It was over all to quickly, she was on the floor, Zsasz was knocked out and being dragged away by staff and Batman was standing over her. Looking up at him the mask of the Bat fell away and she could see in his eyes Bruce was asking if she was ok but he already knew the answer. "No." was all she needed to whisper before she was picked up and carried away by Bruce.

He took her out to the Batwing was and sat her down. "I've told you how many times be carful when you're here! This is why I didn't want you here!" He angrily snapped at her. "I'm sorry I should've paid more attention." (Y/n) said quietly as she looked down at the ground. Bruce let out a deep sigh before pulling her into a tight hug. "I can't lose you too...not like Jason. I won't be able to take it." He said quietly being vulnerable about the young Robin for the first time in almost a year making her instantly wrap her arms around him tightly. "I'm right here...I'm not going anywhere." she said looking up at him rubbing his cheek as she gathered up all her courage and after a moment she kissed the Batman and to her surprise he returned it with the same passion and longing she had been dying to show him. "I'm by your side...always Bruce." she whispered as she laid her forehead to his only to be pulled into a deeper more loving and desperate kiss. "And I'm by yours."

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broken-clover · 7 months

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8- Festival

This is one prompt that I included with some sort of image already in mind, perhaps I'll blame my recent playthrough of the Teal Mask putting me in a festival mood. I like the thought of Baiken and Anji introducing Delilah to bits of Japanese culture as a soft of family thing. I will say that I tried my best looking up accurate information on how to put on a yukata and tie an obi properly, but I apologize if I ended up inaccurate somewhere.

This one's also a bit of a gift for @rex101111 because we all know you're a notorious baiken liker, and it seems like you could possibly use something a little lighthearted right now.

Delilah very slowly looked down at the thing on the bed, then back up to her caretaker, and down again.

“...I don’t get it.”

Baiken sighed. “I know it’s not your usual thing. Anji suggested it to me. Figured if we were taking you to a full-on proper matsuri, might as well dress for it.”

The girl did her best to keep her nose from wrinkling in displeasure at the thought. “It’s…really fancy.”

“Just looks like it. First time always feels a little weird, even when it’s just a yukata instead of a full-on kimono. I felt the same way when I got my first one. I tried to find one where the fabric wasn’t rough to the touch, figured if I was gonna ask you to wear it for more than a little while it wasn’t fair to make it itchy, too.”

After another back-and-forth look between Baiken and the bed, Delilah tentatively reached out and thumbed the garment’s sleeve. “It’s kinda weird…” she half-murmured. “But if it’s important to you, big sis, I can try it once.”

“I find it helps one get into the spirit of things!” Anji chirped, making both of them jump back at his sudden appearance.

“How many times do I have to tell you to knock that off?!” Baiken visibly restrained herself, both from pulling her sword out and in keeping the litany of swears currently on the tip of her tongue from jumping out around a child.

Anji feigned innocence. “I simply wanted to see Delilah’s thoughts on the lovely gift you procured for her! I know you were worried about sizing, what with it being a surprise and all, I thought you would be relieved to see it was a good pick after all!”

“Shut it.” The woman’s face tinted scarlet. “You gonna stand around here all day, Mito, or can the kid get changed without you watching the whole damn thing?”

“Alright, alright.” He raised his hands and took a step back. “I’m just going to stand behind the divider, alright? I’ll be nearby in case you need any help tying the knots or folding anything.”

His hands stayed up as he moved, vanishing behind the panels of wood on the other side of the room. “Also, that’s another coin for the swear jar, Baiken!”

“Oh, sonuva- !” She growled, gritting her teeth. “Just stay in the corner and spare me your color commentary.”

“It looks like a bathrobe,” Delilah said.

Baiken sent a pointed glare at the divider as Anji snickered. “I guess it’s a little similar. You gotta do a few steps to put it on right. Might take a few minutes. That okay?”

She nodded. “Alright. With something like this, you can wear your usual stuff under your clothes. With the real fancy ones, you gotta wear special stuff under it, or nothing at all. But that sorta thing’s for real special occasions, weddings and that kinda thing. I don’t wear mine that way, either. Too much work.”

At that, Delilah tried to imagine Baiken in something very, very fancy, like the kimonos she had seen at the museum from before the war. It was quite difficult to envision. It seemed like that would get in the way of swinging a sword.

Baiken guided her into slipping off her usual dress and putting the new one on. Delilah looked down at herself. Her arms moved up and down, making the abundant material flop around.

“It’s too long.”

“Nah, that’s how it’s supposed to be. Pull up the edges so it’s close to your ankles.”

She did as she was told. “Good, yeah, like that. Just try to make sure it’s even on the bottom. Fold the right side against yourself. Yeah, like that. Then you take the left and put it the other way over the top.”

“Make sure it’s left-over-right and not right-over-left!” Anji chimed in. “Don’t want to scare anybody!”

“That’s what you do when they’re dead,” Baiken explained, noting Delilah’s confused look. “Mmkay, looks like it fits alright. Make sure it’s not too loose, you wanna be able to move around but not make anything untie itself.”

So far, she wasn’t too confused. Though she had to readjust it a couple of times, Delilah found a good fit that didn’t feel too much like being squeezed. Baiken had been right, the material was pretty soft, and that made the whole thing a little less uncomfortable.

“Nice, nice.” The woman nodded. She handed her some kind of string. “This part helps keep it closed. Tie it around your waist.”

“This looks different from yours,” Delilah gestured to the sash holding Baiken’s kimono together.

“Nah, I got one underneath this. It’s a separate part. Though now that you bring it up…”

While she knotted the string, Delilah watched Baiken root around in the closet. She came back with a bundle of pale pink fabric. “This’s the part that goes over the string. The obi helps keep things more secure.”

Baiken moved behind her. “Don’t turn around, I’m gonna help you put this part on.”

“You still remember your ties, Baiken?” Asked the voice in the corner.

Delilah felt a tug around her waist. “Heh. My mama tried ‘n tried to get me to learn how to tie my own belt. Never stuck. Thankfully, you’re still pretty young and haven’t had much practice yet. Nobody’s gonna bat an eye if you wear a kantan obi, plenty of adults don’t know how to tie their own anymore.”

“It’s a lost art.” Anji gave a mildly dramatic sigh.

“Oh shut the hell up, yours isn’t even in a proper damn knot, anyway! You’ve just got it tied in a dainty little bow, princess.”

“How cruel! And another coin for the swear jar!”

She groaned. “Anyway, here, grab the little thin strips. Just knot ‘em together any way you usually do, that bit gets tucked away.”

At least that part was easy. Delilah wondered how people did this every day, they must have had a lot more patience. She preferred being able to just slip on something comfortable and be done with it. But she did feel a bit fancy like this, the patterns were so much brighter and fancier than she usually wore. When she tucked in the sash’s knot, it did look cool, too.

“One more thing to put on.”

Baiken reached over and undid the rope of reddish-pink cord that was tied snugly around her waist. Delilah held out her palms and let it coil like a little woven snake.

“Another belt?”

“Just…try ‘n not pick at this one, okay? I know some of the bits are kinda loose, it’s just old.”

“What’s so important about this?”

“Eh, mostly just an accessory, some hold the knots together, but I mostly just use this one ‘cause it looks good. Though if you were wearing your first real yukata, it’d be nice to have something to tie it all together.”

Delilah didn’t quite follow the logic, but Baiken knew more about all of this than she did, so she trusted it made sense. The Japanese sure seemed fond of belts. She looped it around her waist and tried to replicate the knot Baiken used. It came out uneven, but when she looked back up, she was smiling.

“Yeah, I was right. Looks good on you.”

Delilah tried for a little twirl. Something about how the loose sleeves flapped did feel very fun. “I feel pretty.”

“Hold on, I’m gonna go get a decent mirror.” Baiken headed for the door. “Anji, you still have that one you made in the kitchen?”

He must have nodded, as Baiken departed in silence. Anji emerged from his hiding place, eyes immediately going wide.

“Goodness, well aren’t you adorable! All ready for your first festival!”

“I feel like big sis.” She waved the sleeves again. “Do you help her put hers on?”

“Nah, Baiken’s an expert. She can do all her folds and ties one-handed!” Anji paused. “She really gave you her kumihimo?”

The girl squinted in thought. She ran a finger across the braid. “This thing?” Anji nodded. “She told me to put it on top.”

“Huh! Never thought I’d see the day…”

“What’s so important about it?”

“It was her mom’s. She did a lot of weaving- well, that’s what Baiken told me, at least. She hated whenever I tried to touch it, I used to think she just hated having any of her stuff touched, but I think this one’s an old personal keepsake.”

Delilah went silent. Suddenly, this whole thing felt a lot more sentimental. Baiken wasn’t normally so passionate about clothing or getting dressed up, but now it made a bit more sense.

Anji guided her out of the room, all dressed up. Once she’d gotten enough time to admire her reflection in the mirror Baiken offered, the three of them stepped outside and headed in the direction of glowing lanterns.

He pointed off to one of the colorful stalls. “C’mon, kiddo, let’s go see if we can fish up a water yo-yo!”

“Huh?”

“Oh, it’s a festival staple. I think you’ll get a kick out of it.”

#Frog Writes #comfortober #guilty gear #delilah #baiken #anji mito

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outpost51 · 4 months

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Sip of Snips 1/8/24: Longing

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Here’s a bit from Sensitive Information Handling Tactics, yet another kryterius oneshot. Under the cut for... well, you see the community tag.

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>kryik: u up? need 2nd opinion

With the trap baited, all he had to do was wait for his quarry to come calling.

And figure out the best position in which to drape himself on the couch that would show off his black leather chest harness without being too obvious about his intent.

Sure enough, the call came through moments later. “Guns, armor, or that treasonous act you call a wardrobe?”

“First of all, hi, Saren, nice to catch up with you too,” Nihlus drawled. “Second, I don’t call it a wardrobe, I call it the clean-clothes basket, and third, it’s a fashion question. Vidshare with me?”

He had to be way out there for a several-minute long comm-buoy delay. “I don’t have the bandwidth at the moment.”

Nihlus fought down the disappointment in his subvocals. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t love it when Saren called him pretty — or what passed for it in Saren-speak.

“Just send a picture,” Saren huffed. “Preferably one of the front and one from the side so I can determine if it’s flattering or not.”

Oh, it was flattering, alright. “Yeah, okay, hold please.” A different angle was called for, then — and lucky, that. Pictures were easier to pose for than live video. On his back was the easiest, to ‘show the front’, obviously, but his side was a bit trickier; he settled on curling one knee up and flinging one arm over his crest, a view Saren had once claimed was his favorite to wake up to. You look like some ancient noble’s layabout heir, he’d said, and I’m the homely knight to which you’ve somehow become attached.

Nihlus thought it was the opposite way around, personally.

“When I open this,” Saren sighed in resignation, “will there be a cock in the frame, or are you actually seeking advice?”

“Nah, the main gun’s tucked away—”

No, not resignation. What Nihlus had previously taken as long-distance static was actually the subtle buzz of longing-disappointment.

“—but I can pull it out if you want.”

Another delay.

“N-no, that’s… that’s… oh.”

Mission: success.

Nihlus flicked a mandible. “Where are you right now?”

“On Silence, I’m leaving Altakiril in the morning,” came the response, delayed again and a little breathy. “I was visiting Desolas.”

“Where to after that?”

“Citadel. I need to pay a visit to the Archives.” Hesitation, but this time, it wasn’t because he was busy ogling — Nihlus assumed — the pics he’d been sent, but because of the standard, constant-vigilance skepticism that came along with the Arterius Special. “Why?”

“Be awful convenient if you took the Osun Relay from there.”

Saren scoffed. “Inefficient, I believe, is the word you’re looking for, Nihlus. That adds an entire extra—” a quiet ping announced the arrival of a third picture with cock-in-frame “— stop… to my… Spirits…”

“Inefficient maybe,” Nihlus purred, rolling to his feet to slap the locking panel on his door — rather pointlessly, it was about ten paces from one end of his room to the other, and he probably could have reached from the couch if he stretched. “But that’s waiting for you if you decide to inconvenience yourself.”

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#sipofsnips #kryterius #sneeps.txt

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nyotasaimiri · 2 years

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Arc Two (redux) 02

((Maybe the edit bug bit me harder than I thought while working on ALaWR, eh? It was hard to start this--the knowledge of just how much is waiting was so daunting. But once I began, it just seemed to flow along))

The Outpost was livelier than she remembered. Nyota stepped out of the teleporter and tucked herself out of the way to watch the relative bustle. A few humans laughed and joked with an excited but nervous floran, trading outfits and advice. A fuchsia-furred apex tinkered away at an open access panel. Two avians haggled with a quartet of penguin mercenaries and a silent glitch. Elliott’s voice drifted down from the second floor; it sounded like he was arguing with a hylotl about humor, of all things. A slight lump formed in Nyota’s throat at the same time that a smile tugged at her lips. It was almost like the Protectorate. She wanted to linger, to laugh and live with them all.

But the expanse of stars yawned overhead, and Nyota remembered why she came. She turned and walked away from the bright lively world with more than a little relief. After her long recovery between her quiet ship and house, it was almost too much. Such a strange mix of longing and fear.

Something snapped her focus as she stepped out of the main building—a prickle on the back of her neck. Her fur rose as her breath caught. She pressed herself flat against the cold steel wall. Nothing happened. No hole blown in the ground where she had been. But that meant nothing.

Her eyes flicked side to side, searching for any sign of danger, and she spotted Penguin Pete working at his shop just past Penguin Bay. He didn’t say anything, but she caught the faint shift and knew he had seen her. Relief flickered through her as she saw him pick up a tool, set it down, and go for a distinctive wrench with green tape around the grip. A signal. She had seen him perform this service before, for the more infamous penguin mercenaries who just wanted to enjoy their drink in the Beakeasy below.

Nyota tilted her chin up a fraction and Pete responded, moving as if to work on a scarlet hoverbike beside him and into a position that offered a perfect view of the balcony above her. After a few moments, a penguin waddled over with practiced nonchalance. “Is the filter cleaned right, Boss?” they asked.

“Yeah. Y’did a good job, Biggy,” Pete said, turning back to his usual work. “There’s nothing there.”

Clean. Nothing there. Nyota let out the breath she’d been holding, checked the reflection in the Penguin Bay anchor to make sure there really was nothing up there, and made her way over to Pete. She couldn’t quite find her voice to thank him, just managed a small gesture as her lungs demanded more air to make up for the long stillness.

“Don’t mention it,” Pete said with a curt nod, waving away any attempt at words. “I get how it is. Anyway, the boys here like ya. Did them a good turn with that Dreadwing business, didn’t you? And penguins remember.” He snorted and slapped his thigh. “They’d have my other knee if I let anythin’ hurt you on my watch. After the folks from that mine finished, ‘course…”

“I still appreciate it,” Nyota replied, finding her voice at last. “Though… have your other knee, did they…?”

Pete laughed. “Makes it sound like this lot took the first, doesn’t it? Nah, don’t worry about it. The only ones this lot’s a danger to are themselves. AGGY! DON’T TOUCH THAT WELDER! …as I was saying—you alright, lass?”

“I’m fine.” Nyota willed her fur to lie flat. “I would advise warning any apex before you suddenly start shouting like that.”

“What—oh. Right.” He watched her hand move slowly off the hilt of her dagger. “Right. Well, carry on, then. Sorry to keep ya. Unless it’s me yer seeing?”

“Maybe later. I have business at the Ark again.” She couldn’t help a thoughtful, nostalgic glance at the hoverbike. “But perhaps we can catch up when I come back this way.”

Penguin Pete followed her gaze and grinned, rubbing the seat fondly. “You do that and I’ll give you a discount.”

Nyota smiled in return and started to leave, but something caught her steps before they started. A passing thought, too sharp to ignore. “Pete?” she asked. “Has anyone new settled into the second story?”

“Anyone new?” The mechanic frowned, rubbing his beard. “Not that I- No, wait, there’s one.”

Nyota leaned forward slightly as his voice dropped and his expression knotted into a frown.

“There’s this strange guy that showed up a little while back. A few weeks, maybe. Keeps to themself, doesn’t bother the rest. No one else took much notice. Kind of odd, yeah? But they don’t say much when you talk to them. A few of the boys tried, see. All they got told was they’re ‘not yet ready’ or something like that.”

“Ready for what?” She felt the old curiosity bubbling in her and didn’t even try to quash it down. She knew it wouldn’t work this time. She knew they were up there. She had felt them. She had to know why.

“Hell if I know,” Pete said. Something clattered behind him, followed by a loud squawk. “Damn it. Excuse me…”

“Stay well,” Nyota said with a nod, her focus returning to the moment as Pete stumped off to holler at two of the penguins. She slipped away quietly, past broken-down mechs and a half-repaired spacecraft.

Her steps slowed as rough meteorite and old metal turned into smooth-cut stone. Warm gold light shone down from the ancient monoliths and she closed her eyes. If she held her breath, she could almost pretend that was Sol’s light on her face. That she was standing on Earth. But she had to breathe again all too soon. The dusty recycled meteorite air chased away the memory of that last summer breeze and the echoes of loved voices. Loss rumbled in her chest, but she just sighed, pressed it down with long-practiced patience, and started up the steps that led into the Ark.

#arc two #repost

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calciferstims · 2 years

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ohh its fine, dont worry! but, doesnt tumblr do that automatically nowadays? put posts under a cut? i seen posts being put under a cut, but granted, idk if they do it themselves or nah lol.

yoooo legit same here!! i wasnt sure what it was about at all before i began watching it, i do like going into some stuff completely blind, having no idea whats it about and so on. i feel like it makes stuff more funny to watch? ayo if you into pirate stuff, idk if you into watching anime though, but if you lowkey are you may like it hahah. its actually really funny.

yall, i was watching so much anime these past days being sick that i legit have burnt tf outta them lol...now im just barely getting through one episode of any im watching and im like "ehhhh...thats gonna have to be it for today. maybe even for tomorrow" lmao. all i been watching is, seriously the fucking youtube shorts. its an evil cycle though, bc i'll go into it thinking "just one, this one that im clicking im gonna watch" and then the scrolling begins, until its the semi same videos popping up then i'll quit.

i agree, and i aint no fan, but i wanna know what the hell happened. whole set too uncomfy to release what happened lmaoo 😂

oh my god what a coincidence lmfao. "french izzy cant hurt you" LMFAOOO. 😂 what the hell was just witnessed LMFAOOO WHAT WAS THAT?? it sounded like all he made was some strange noises and then ohzzee OHHHZZZZEEE!!

"IT TOOK ME SEVERAL TRIES TO MUSTER THE STRENGTH TO VIEW THE WHOLE THING I KEPT PAUSING IT LMAOO" lmfaoooo im sorry thats just TOO FUNNY. 😂😂

absolutely wild to think someone being given a whole ass ship at the age of 17, thats crazy! i lowkey do wonder, bc im dumb lmfao fr i am, how does people know that people like this existed way back then. like what are the 'proofs' or whatever of them having existed. like how do they know their names too. not to be a creep but i lowkey thought you was like 18. SORRY IF THAT WAS WEIRD TO SAY. 😳

yea! they legit be puking out all these kinds of emojis but NO CAPY??? illegal! CRIMINALITY EVEN!

oh? do tell me what you'd think he could do worse lmfao, im curious... 😳 LMFAOOO you legit speak of him like you know him in person! plot twist: yall related and he is your uncle. 😳😳 hahaha jkjk!

what if you sent in some suggestions of what he could do, and the crew working on it was like "oh my...these are some good ideas lettuce try them out!" 😂

hope you have a good day! ~🐨

HIII NONNY boy oh boy did I go through an Event on the izzy hands front lmaoooo but let’s get to that in a minute shhsghs

ohh yeah I forgot that tumblr cuts off long posts now bc I’m pretty sure I just turned that feature off lmao

aw burnout’s no fun!! :( especially with something you like that much. just take it easy I think 😌 don’t push yourself to watch anything yknow

and yeah it’s crazy to think about pirating at that age!!! to answer your question I think most of our solid information about people back then is based on like surviving documents and stuff (like I’m pretty sure I found something that had a court trial involving Israel Hands?? Idk) but there’s also a lot from like, random books about pirates, which we can’t even be sure about the validity of those sources 🤔 it’s interesting to think about. but like I figure a lot of that stuff is passed down through fancy tales and stories especially when it comes to the really famous pirates. like, israel hands wasn’t that big but he did work under blackbeard, so 🤷

and don’t worry about it 😅 I’m not 18 yet sadly but you’re only a year off on that one so. no big deal lmao

anyways yeah but ON THE TOPIC OF THE DADDY THING AND CON LMAOOO so I was lowkey (highkey) freaking out recently because there was a convention :O Con O’Neill and another actor from OFMD appeared at a comic con and did a panel and I lost my MIIND lmao 😂😂 it was the first time I’ve ever gotten to hear Con really talk about Izzy since he hasn’t done any interviews for ofmd and it was super exciting!!! Plus I’m just hyperfixated on Con too so it was like. CAL HYPERFIXATION EVENT EXTREME MODE GHSHSHHS I was bouncing off the walls

he did actually talk about the daddy bit!! 😂 turns out it was indeed improvised by him on the spot and he didn’t even really register that he was doing it until he heard the words come out of his mouth GHSHSHJSJS. he then proceeded to full on growl ‘daddy’ into the mic bc he’s insane like that sggsgshsb

he also joked about taking his shirt off REPEATEDLY during the whole thing so like. I feel like that just answers your questions about this man lmaooo he’s so funny to me

I think he knows how obsessed people are with him at this point and it’s just given him FAR too much power. If he was that crazy in ofmd season 1 WITHOUT a rabid fanbase behind him I cannot fucking wait to see how insane and hilarious he could be in season 2 with all this added confidence.

but yeah there was soooo much going on that day gshsggsvs the pictures were hysterical and he said some stuff about Izzy that just made me want to laugh and cry and go insane,, I was actually thinking like damn where is my anon friend I must talk to them!!! 😂😂

PLUS THERES GONNA BE ANOTHER CONVENTION VERY SOON IM SO EXCITEDDDD

here is my insane lil man with his fellow actor ^^^ sghshhs I’m obsessed with them

really hope you’re doing well!!!!! also forgot to say this but I think just going into a show without knowing anything ab it is so funny 😂 especially with anime like who knows WHAT is gonna happen lmaoo

thank u for chatting again!!

#ask box #i think I was hyperventilating throughout like 40% of that day sghsgsggsw

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The Red Logs: Return to the Temple Ch. 19

Chapter 19: Divo, Please

Last Chapter <- -> Next Chapter

Fem!OC X Crosshair

Word Count: 2313

Fic Summary:

There are benefits to owning a clone bar. Underworld lords don’t threaten you to pay for protection. Clones are great company. And the drinks taste great. However, there are also risks to owning a clone bar. Like, for example, becoming the fuck buddy of a special clone task force member so your life gets threatened when a Separatist puts out a bounty for your capture in order to use you as blackmail. Also your sleep schedule gets wrecked. But Anya Tougt is a little more capable than an average bar owner.

Ao3 Link Here

Warnings apply to whole fic:

Canon typical violence, descriptions of panic attacks, alcohol, swearing, 18+ themes (eventual smut), trauma, religious trauma parallels, mild gore

Authors Note:

I hope you enjoy this final chapter of TRL:RttT :)

24 BBY. It’s time.

A few hours later we returned to the backdoor of my bar. As usual, I pulled out my keys and pressed them against the reader until the lock clicked open. Jayas was in the hall, talking to another new hire I had yet to meet, a human woman with pink hair. He waved at me. Crosshair earned a raised brow and a knowing grin.

“You working tonight?” Crosshair lingered a few steps below me, looking through the panel that separated the stairs to my loft and the bar’s back area.

“Nah.” I explained as I climbed the stairs. “Jayas noticed how tired I was. Told me to take a few days off.” I pushed open the door to my apartment, having left it unlocked again.

“That’s a bad habit.”

“Hmm?”

Crosshair nodded towards the pocket that held my keys. “You didn’t lock your loft door last night either.”

I chuckled, walking through the threshold of my apartment. “There’s a reason Jayas set up the backdoors to automatically lock.” Inside, Stinky slept in a ball on the couch. I walked to him, squatting down to give the tooka some pets. “I’m not too worried about it. Who’d try to mess with a clone bar?”

The clone said nothing in response, just took up a spot on the couch across from Stinky. He removed his helmet, setting it down carefully on the coffee table. After a few more pets, I plopped down beside the sniper. He lifted the arm closest to me up and pulled me in closer to him. “I’ve got maybe an hour before I need to report in.” Crosshair nuzzled my neck, brushing my loose hair out of his way so his lips could press against bare skin.

Shivers ran up my neck as his lips dragged against me. “You think an hour is enough?” The question was playful, though part of me kicked myself for taking so long to get back home. Considering the morning’s dream…well, I needed this.

Crosshair hummed in response. The vibrations chilled my neck. “We can make do.” He opened his mouth, trailing teeth along the curve of my shoulder.

I shuddered in response, but found my patience thinning as the burning between my legs grew in furiosity. Suddenly, I flipped over Crosshair’s legs, trapping him between my own as I sat on his lap. Our lips crashed together without fanfare. Should there be fanfare? This was our first time together as riduur–did that even mean anything?

My thoughts were quickly brushed away as gloved hands snaked up my side to grope my breasts. Even through the fabric of my top, I felt a spike of pleasure when his thumbs rolled over my nipples. A groan interpreted our lips, prompting Crosshair to push his tongue into my open mouth. Those thumbs worked dutifully teasing my buds.

“Cross.” I whined against him. Aside from his helmet, he was still in full armor. So when my hips started to grind against him, I met hard plastoid. The rigid surface pressed into my pants, offering a tease for my building desire. My mind melted into one focused solely on that repetitive motion of dragging my cunt across his codpiece. A fleeting thought about stripping crossed my mind, but then I caught the way his armor shifted against my body. An hour was enough time to indulge in this, right?

“Yes, doll?” One of his hands drifted from toying with my breast and grabbed at my ass. When I leaned into him, he left more love bites along my shoulder.

“Maker.” I hissed between hitched breaths. He always did this–within minutes my mind was empty and I couldn’t form any coherent thought. I’d never admit it, though. “I want it like this.”

“This?” Crosshair pushed up the fabric of my shirt, exposing my tits. Then, he leaned in and caught one between his lips. His tongue lapped up and over my nipple, sending jolts directly to my clenching pussy. Staying still-relatively speaking since I was still humping him like an anooba in heat-was an exercise in composure the Jedi council could only dream of replicating. Silent shudders left my lips as I tilted my head back to the sensation of his tongue circling my peak.

“Can you remove just the waist piece?” At the question I lightly pushed his head back. A lewd pop followed as Crosshair took the opportunity to suck on my tit. Moans followed as I shuddered from the intense sensation. This was ridiculous. My body was acting like it had gone years without pleasure. I’d gone longer without sex, what made this so different? “Please?” I pleaded.

His eyes met mine and recognition slowly gleaned. “You want to fuck me in my armor?” I wiggled under his gaze, blush overtaking my exposed skin. “Why am I surprised? This is exactly the kind of thing you’d be into.”

Indignation straightened my back. “Please, even you don’t know everything I’m into.” Sitting on his lap like this was one of the few times where I looked down to meet his eye.

“Why?” He leaned forward to feather my chest in kisses. “Because you didn’t know it?” When I didn’t respond, he looked up at me through dark lashes. Crosshair’s smirk turned devious. With my tongue caught, he continued. “So that sexually liberated persona you put on is…?”

“Liberated…compared to my past.” While I spoke, Crosshair dragged his tongue along the curve of my breast–the one that had yet been in his mouth. I took in a sharp breath and shakily continued. “...Not so much if you’re looking at the average sentient on Coruscant.”

He paused, hovering just above my nipple. “I’ve had no complaints.”

“Oh, like you’re a CONnoisseur!” I yelped as he closed his lips around the pink bud and sucked. My head fell forward and I glared at the cheeky grin in his eyes.

Crosshair detached from my tit. “And here I thought your liberated attitude was fueled by plenty of experience. That’s alright,” He caught my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “We can explore together.”

Shivers pulsed through my body at his words. All I could do to acknowledge him was nod while his hand still held my chin. That was enough though, as he leaned up to meet my lips. This time our kisses were less fevered. Our lips lingered. Passion had never been missing between us–yet somehow this felt new. Like the first passionate kiss we had ever shared. Maybe being riduur did mean something.

“Crosshair?” His lips didn’t leave mine. “Please. I need you.”

With a pant, he pulled back. “Your pants, pull them down.” I obliged, sitting up onto my knees to undo the clasp at the waist. Still straddling him, I pulled the fabric down to my knees. When I shifted my weight to pull them past my knees, Crosshair lended his help. Before I could sit down again, he grabbed my thick thighs. “You’re beautiful.” My heart fluttered, but I didn’t have time to linger on his words. His hands glided up and down my sides, occasionally stopping to grope me. The fabric of his gloves felt soft against my skin. Then, he slid those gloved fingers along the length of my cunt.

I thought his dexterity would be hindered by the fabric. Crosshair proved me wrong. With two fingers, he pressed against the black cotton of my panties and pushed in just enough to earn a whimper. Then, he slid my garment to the side, using his thumb to hold the fabric in place. With delicate movements, Crosshair stroked the length of my wetness with his middle finger. He avoided my clit, which had me reeling and wondering how he could feel so clearly through his gloves. Eventually, he removed his hand and observed the slick covering his fingers. Instead of being absorbed into the fabric, the sticky substance rolled along his gloved fingers as though bare skin.

“Crosshair.” I nearly hissed his name as I sat back on my heels.

He raised a brow. “Just making sure you’re wet enough, Anya.” Another hiss of air. The way he said my name was intoxicating.“Tell me what you want.”

Discontent rumbled in my throat. I leaned forward, trailing kisses up his neck to the base of his ear. “You know what I want.” My lips brushed against his ear as I spoke.

“Do I?” It was a dance. He pushed my buttons and I pulled his hair–sometimes literally.

I leaned back again. His grin was controlled. My pout was pointed. “Aren’t snipers observant?” Hair pulled.

His gaze narrowed. A challenge. “Observant.” Crosshair grabbed my chin, letting his thumb press against my lips as he spoke. “Not a mind reader.” He dropped his hand like a dead weight, letting his fingers drag down my lips and land on my shoulder.

My jaw clenched. Buttons pressed. “No, you’re a proper ass is what you are.” Bark. No bite.

“If I left now I could make it back to the barracks within protocol.” He twisted looking to the door.

I grabbed his shoulders, earning his gaze again. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

He tilted his head, waiting. I looked away, feeling heat crawl up my neck. It didn’t matter how many times the words left my mouth. Each time felt like a confession–a forbidden thrill that offended all that I was before. The heat of excitement and shyness created a desire that led to wiggling hips and a bitten bottom lip. And that was exactly why he relished pulling that sacrament from me.

“Crosshair,” My lips parted. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Good girl, was that so hard?” His praise invigorated me, and damped my underwear further. He lightly pressed my thighs, prompting me to sit up enough that he could reach his codpiece. A few clicks later the plastoid was tossed onto the couch cushion beside us. Now, only his tented blacks remained an obstacle. With practiced ease, Crosshair slid his gloved hand between a hidden seam at his crotch and pulled out his half-hard member.

“I didn’t know your blacks had a seam there.”

“Can’t strip in the field.”

“Righttt.”

With a soft chuckle, Crosshair grabbed my hand and guided it to his cock. Together we pumped him till he was hard enough to enter me. Then I slid forward, lining myself up so that he could slide into my pussy smoothly. His hot breath tickled the crook of my neck. Then, I sat down. Moans fell from our lips as he filled me, stretching my walls comfortably. When my pussy lips reached the hilt of his dick I paused, taking a moment to get used to being so full. My head hung against his cheek and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.”

His hands snaked up my back, sliding under the fabric of my bunched up shirt. He hummed. “Should I be offended?” Crosshair’s voice hitched as I slowly moved my hips up and down. He glided those gloved hands down along the curve of my back then rounded my sides, settling his strong grip on the soft plush of my hips.

“Worried I’m only with you because of your cock?” My grin turned lopsided as I teased the clone. I nuzzled into his neck, careful to keep a consistent rhythm with my hips. My soft body pressed against his armor, finding the plastoid cool but not unpleasant. “There’s no need.” I whispered into his ear. “You’re why it feels so good.” Crosshair’s breath hitched at my praise, but before I could come up with another tease there was a knock at the door.

I sat up, exchanging glances with the clone beneath me. “Did you-”

Knocks, louder and more rapid, from the front door.

“Are you going to?” He whispered.

“No, no whatever it is, they’ll have to come back later.” Nothing was going to interrupt this. I leaned forward, lifting my hips up and down again at a slower pace than before.

“Coruscant police, open up or we’re coming in!” A nasally voice called out.

“Just a minute!” I yelled back, then in defeat I dropped my head against Cross’s shoulder and groaned.

Tech had been swiping through various articles about senate politics, gossip pages, and the latest fashion craze before an odd notification popped up in the upper left hand corner of his datapad. He sat up from his prone position in his bunk and tapped the message.

Hunter sat on a storage crate, focus flickering between sharpening his vibro-knife and watching the door to the room, brows knitting closer together with every second they remained in place. Before they could crash together, however, the door slid open.

Wrecker walked in, damp and smelling of clean rain. He wore a towel over his shoulder and had a slight wet sheen to his naked body-sans the boxers that kept his modesty. He threw his towel over one of the bars of the top bunk to let it dry before sitting down across from Tech in his own bunk.

A frustrated sigh left the Sergeant. Crosshair was late, yet again.

“Hunter.” Tech’s voice rang out in the small room.

“Yeah.” Hunter answered, eyes still fixed on the doorway before him.

“You will want to see this for yourself.”

With a heavy sigh, Hunter stood and walked the few steps to lean over Tech’s bunk. His brother handed him the data pad, then waited patiently for his reaction.

“What…”

Notice to: Clone Force 99 From: The Coruscant Police Force, Sector 7, Department 381 Subject: Notice of Pending Investigation

CT-9904 will be contained within investigation perimeter until head investigator deems appropriate that CT-9904 can report back to GAR facilities. For further query contact head investigator: Lieutenant Divo of Sector 7, Department 381.

Authors end chapter notes:

Oh no... they got interrupted.. how sad.. >:3 Next chapter is notes only, so this is the end of The Red Logs: Return to the Temple!

Dividers by Djarrex

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souleaterpostanime · 1 year

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SE-POST Reread part 3/4

chapter 20:Well took only 20 chapters to show Maka's mother, just probably in a way people don't like. But I thought it would be more interesting to show her as deeply flawed and hurt by the world and not as a paragon of virtue (partially because the later would maybe be even more difficult to write without resorting to killing her of for drama, which would be cheap, especially when just having a perfect person die is more boring than somebody whos flawed and who you havent fully resolved your isuess with yet...) But anyways, I think the chapter worked overall, one could complain about the convenienves of charachters meeting and going to places in oportune times but eh, I dont think that is a real problem. Also I hope I captured Spirits personality more or less, thought the concept of two awkard people talking and messing up while trying to fix it would be funny, but not sure if it landed, but atleast it mostly worked for me. Anyways, think the next chapter will let me write something more substantial about this mini arc, but we'll see.chapter

21: Play "Cold shoulder to cry on" by Werewolf hair if you want an eno enough song for the sad parts of the chapter lol. But nah seriously, dunno, yeah maybe I shouldnt have rushed the art of this one, cause some action panels got ruinned by not being clear enough, but I think the jist of it survived. Think the idea of taking vikings, who were known to pillage and enslave people and to combine it with a overzealous social worker who can't wait to take away kids for any reason more clvever than people would admit. Especially when I kinda was "inspired" by a scandal of one of these organizations ,in Norway I think, taking away the kid of a family, just because they were another etnhicity and culture, guess old habbits die fast with nazi collaborators... But maybe I'm to harsh on them, but after hearing a few months ago that scandinavians dont even give food to their guests, it seems I was right all along, lol. Nah weird jokes aside, I guess maybe I showed Makas mood changing a bit too fast, and maybe the small.teases for charachters who will apear more in the next chapter could be kinda distracting, but I think they served the porpuse to show the time passing of Maka sleeping and waking up. Still this chapter was important to set up some developments in the future, even if it may went a bit "too real" with just parents bickering and causing kids to cry... Eh who knows If these notes seem usesless to you, just comment to ask a question, maybe I'll have something more intersting to say?chapter

22:Yeah this one isn't one of the best... Just the fact the art kinda sucks again and maybe I also overdid it with the switching of perspectives and flashbacks, most be confusing for any reader. Still I think I thought I could use a chapter to pay off some things, and to set up them further. And also Liz having a trip from an exotic icecream flavor and anxiety is kinda funny, and I think a feat like that suits her charachter. Also making the one woman that saved Giriko kinda stupid seemed to work in a weird way. Still dunno, maybe the whole commentary on Blairs role and the choice of being human may be a bit to weird, but eh, I already commited to that, so if any "cringe reaction" community finds my stuff they will have enough material, unless I pull of what I plan to do succesfully, then I cant wait for the 10 hour long video essays exhalting my genius. (And atleast I didnt just discard a charachter I found "problematic", which would have been the easy way). Anyways eh who knows, maybe somebody reading this got something out of this, I atleast did.chapter

23:At the first pages when rereading this one I though "man will this be more boring and tedious than I remember?" But then by the time I finished I was somehow really engadged lol, funny how a "ship" I did partly just for the hell of it developed in such a way that I like it that much, especially as someone who doesnt really care for romance storys and shit. Maybe one could say I wrote Ragnarok to be a bit too nice with Tsubaki, but with all the charachter development and stuff I guess its justifiable, makes the contrast more noticable. Still I remember thinking if Tsubakis homesickness could come off as a "first world problem", especially in a silly action story with death and monster like soul eater, but eh dunno seemed to be a idea that could work with her, especially as a bigger part of her regrett and feelings of being ignored. Maybe for it to work I had to make Blackstar to much of a dick, but some sacrifices have to be made, guess I have to give him more positive moments. But funny thing I got a comment on this chapter once which said the art was hard to read, and while I agree with that sentiment, especially in fights, I didnt really notice that this much in this chapter, especially when it was so dialog focused, and even if some panels looked goofy. But I think thats the problem of being the maker of if - you cant really tell what isnt clear to you because you now what happens better than anybody else. So whenever you dont get something stay free to comment, no mater how harsh your critique will sound. Anyways I end it with saying this: I want some cherry pepsi.chapter

24:This one felt surprisingly short when reading, maybe because it didnt have as much dialog and discussion as the last one or maybe I was engadged in whats happening. Still I hoped I conveid the concept of Crona having a good day and succeding well, so it would make sense that his anti demon wavelength would be strong enough to temporatily purifie his blood. Also I hope there were enough hints to show he hasnt solved all his problems (think the blind man was obvious enough, maybe even a bit too much?). Still liked the villian at the start, and the misdirect who the crimson king is (and the hint that this wouldnt be a only positvie title, but one showing a split in sanity too... Dunno maybe Im trying to get too much out of the musical reference). Anyways, the action in it looked better than I remember ed, so thats a plus too. And yeah I think this is the point things finally start to heat up, but maybe Im misrembering. But next is the infamous Kim chapter so we'll see...chapter

25:I normally dont talk a lot about the coverpages in the notes, mostly because Im not satisfied with most, they just seem rushed or just fundementally broken from the beginning, except maybe for the flow and composition of them. But in this one I even remember the first time really being proud with the cover, while it not being super simplistic. Even now, while the feeling has diminished a bit and I see in more ways how it isnt all good and looks amateurish in a few ways, I still overall am satisfied enough with it, and see it as a succesfull atempt in rendering, unlike for example the witch mass one that was just a mess. Guess it helps that I just like the whole idea of the picture, think it conveis the feeling of the chapter in a way.(just sucks that I didnt notice the typo and still am to lazy to correct it lol) Anyways, speaking of the content of it, maybe I didnt make it clear enough that Death was being kinda a dick partly because I wanted to show his "aging" when old people can get angry and irritated, not hiding their prejudices, but maybe it just went out of charachter, even if he was more like that in his youth in a way?Anyways, dont know how people see the whole Kim and Jackie dynamic, I guess I didnt have a lot to work of from the show, think they got more charachterization in the comic, which probably is more different. Still I got a backstory planned, which will show why they are childhood friends and how they didnt meet just at the academy like in the source material (I mean, maybe thats the wronf word, think the anime didnt clarify that and I base everything on that so I aint breakin' no lore lol) Still maybe this could be seen as generic drama, of a teenager being depressed and her friend showing support but eh, seemed to work, maybe it doesnt count as emotional manipulation? Also Maka getting teary eyed when mentioning how she didnt go saving Soul right away may be a bit too much, but I think in her current mental state it may be justifiable. Oh and "violence on tv" was a good joke, I dont care.chapter

26:Hm, maybe something was missing to make Cronas mood change seem believable, but I did build it up for some time and I think exploring some childish entitlment and resentment due to trauma may be more intetestting than just the played out self loathing and crying I mean how many people do you know that instead of being happy for what they have, are pissed that they didnt get it sooner or got even more, you know what I mean, think everybody thinks in a immature way like that sometimes, especially when agitatated. But besides that, think the whole parralel between Crona and Kim worked mostly in this chapter, maybe it got a bit clunky in the perspective shifts and flashbacks but eh. Think both sides got shown as not really being "good guys" in this situation, with Kim lashing out horribly and Crona being filled with anger the whole day, which makes him snap easier. Still both are also partly justified in their actions and feelings. I dunno, maybe this ambiguity is too much for a story like that? chapter

27:The most dramatic chapter of the story I had done to this point, probably. The fight went a bit quicker than I remember, still was intersting to incorporate such a unique weapon like Jaqueline, even if I probably didnt use it in the most creative ways. I guess one could complain that I gave Crona a bew abilitie out of nowhere with the whole pausing of the resonance and then finishing it later, but I thought with all the training from Stein and his recent confidence boost, he would be able to do something like that, specially when it fits the whole music/noise team and in the end it doesnt seem to be something to complicated just a clever/sneaky way of using soul resonance. Anyways, think Crona being "betrayed" wasnt completly justified but in a situation like that it was understandable, even if Crona could have actually even died (maybe not high risk, probably would have been found unconsious before getting heatstroke or starving but with all the commotion who knows) Anyways, yeah pushing a little kid is never ok, but just shows how messed up Crona was mentally at the moment and how strong his hatred for witches got, atleast he seemed to regret it instantly, but I wonder if for some readers that is crossing a line Anyways, at the mirror scene I made the dialog to be ambigious on porpuse so you are not sure if its Crona speaking about himself, witches or his imagination as the witches roasting him, it was supposed to flow from one to another. And the glass breaking is just a cool visual, even with my art.Anyways the shaved head might seem like a very weird decision, but with the whole trope of meaningful haircuts, I thought it would work as a fun visual meatphor and something to ease tension but also show the "transformation".

#soul eater post #soul eater #reread #comic #sketches

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phantomrose96 · 3 years

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Buds After the Frost

This was supposed to be a short warm-up writing exercise yesterday and then it got... longer. Enjoy!!

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The doors opened for Maddie Fenton with a pneumatic hiss. Pressurized nitrogen released, splitting open the vacuum seal on the door as its twin halves slid apart, slotting into the wall-mounted sleeves. The nitrogen misted out, cold and dry, air currents catching in swirls around Maddie Fenton’s lab coat. Her feet thocked against hollow metal, amplified by the coldness and the vastness of the containment room beyond.

She paused short of the specimen’s cell, mindful attention drawn to the panel of controls nested rightmost against the wall. The monitor read out stats, tracked metrics of the specimen’s heartrate and blood oxygenation and blood pressure. Dials beneath the screens offered her means of interaction, manipulating the cage’s environment without needing to tamper with it by hand. She ignored these, as she had been ignoring them the entire time, and paid mind only to the single switch which would seal shut the doors behind her.

She pressed it. Another pneumatic hiss followed, locking out the world behind her. Her breath curled, cold. She and the specimen were alone.

“No coffee this morning?” he asked.

Maddie sat down at the control panel, elbow leaning against the dashboard for support. She turned to the cage. “No. One of the interns broke the pot last night. New one should be delivered today.”

Phantom let out a huff of air. “You mean in this whole gigantic mega-hyper-futuristic government lab, there’s nothing that can stand in as a coffee pot?”

“I wouldn’t stay employed long if I tried using equipment to brew coffee.”

“Use one of the big ectoplasm beakers. Ectoplasm washes out with soap and water. Just suds it up and throw it in the coffee maker. I’m an expert about these things.”

“It’s more about protocol.”

Phantom waved her off. “’Protocol.’ Bureaucracy is standing between you and a delicious cup of ectoplasmic coffee, Dr. Fenton.”

Maddie looked forward now, taking him in. He’d hovered to the front of the cell, translucent reinforced glass separating him from the rest of the lab. Green eyes shined above a cheeky smile, a dusting of loose white hairs falling over his eyes, the rest of his bangs swept slightly to the side. His tailed flickered, his aura pulsed, his vital readings blipped out steady, normal, healthy.

“Phantom?”

“Yeah?”

Maddie paused.

“Why are you still here?”

The ghost boy let out a small guffaw. He motioned his arms around him, hands waving. “I dunno. Maybe the big ghost-proof box I’m in has something to do with it?”

“The shield is down, Phantom,” Maddie answered quietly. She set her eyes to Phantom, investigating. “…I put it down last night. It’s down now. You knew this.”

Phantom took just a moment too long to react, eyebrows arching up. “Oh, huh! Nope I didn’t notice. I mean it’s not like I’m constantly throwing myself at the barrier to electrocute myself so no I just didn’t try getting past it last night so I didn’t notice.”

“Phantom,” Maddie said again, voice measured, words stern. “You saw me crank down the dial that controls the shield.”

“Well I don’t know what all those buttons and dials do.”

“Yes you do. You’ve been observing me since day 1. You knew.”

Phantom kicked back in the air, floating a fraction back and higher. “Well maybe I thought it was a trap, I dunno. Or maybe I just like to get in your head, you know? What unpredictable thing will Phantom do next! Gotta write another 200 equations about ghost theory to figure that one out, Dr. Fenton.”

“Phantom.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you not want to leave?”

“Oh I wanna leave.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

“We’re having a conversation. That’d be rude.”

“Will you leave as soon as I exit the room?”

“Who knows?”

“Phantom.”

“Yeah?”

Maddie stood. She left her chair and the control panel behind. She walked up to the specimen cage instead. It was cubic, a skeleton of metal bar ribbings with a metal mesh that plastered the glass sides like a membrane. The top anchored to the ceiling, the bottom—raised by about a foot—anchored to a pedestal on the floor. Maddie stared through the mesh into Phantom’s eyes.

“Is there anyone who realizes you’re missing?” she asked.

Phantom chewed on the question. “Nah. Well um, trick question, actually. Probably not. Assuming I do this right, then no one has even realized I’m gone.”

“Do what ‘right’?”

“You know that thing about Clockwork I explained?”

“You said he’s the ghost that controls time and reality.”

“Yeah. SUPER powerful.”

“And you said you …were from one of those other realities.”

Phantom nodded. “Maybe I touched some things in Clockwork’s lair I wasn’t actually allowed to touch. Jury’s still out on whether I’m in trouble for that or not. I’ve been a little too ‘stuck in this reality’ to know if Clockwork is pissed. But yeah, I got um, bopped into your reality instead of mine. So technically my reality is lacking me right now, and yeah there’s people there who’d know I’m missing.”

Phantom flipped upside-down, as though laying on his back. He rested his palms beneath his head, elbows out, suspended in an invisible hammock, head tilted far back so that he still stared at Maddie. “Especially since it’s been, what, a month that I’ve been gone?”

“2 weeks.”

“What? No way. I’ve been here absolutely forever it has to have been at least a month.”

“This is day 14 of your observation, Phantom.”

Phantom blew a strand of hair out of his face. “Anyway. Two weeks is still long enough to have a search party out on my butt. But whether or not that’s happened is up to – it’s kind of a Schrodinger thing. Because here’s my strategy. Assuming Clockwork hasn’t banned me from reality-hopping forever, I can just get him to send me back to my own reality at the precise moment in time I vanished. And then bam, no one ever knows I was gone. And it makes no difference whether I do that today, or next week, or next month. So assuming you eventually let me go, then I’m all set there.”

“You say that almost like you don’t care when it happens.”

“I dunno, more like I’m just not losing sleep over it. It’s not like I have a say in the matter. You do. I don’t.”

“Is the time you spend here just meaningless, to you?”

“I wouldn’t say meaningless. I’m still aging goddammit.”

“You’re a ghost.”

“I’m complex.” Phantom flipped right-side-up again. “If I start growing facial hair, send me back. I’m gonna have some awkward questions to answer if I show up again with a ghost beard suddenly.”

“…And what if I never send you back?” Maddie asked, careful with her words. “How does your plan work if you stay here forever? If I destroy you first?”

“Um. …It doesn’t, I guess.” Phantom set a hand to his chin, thinking. “Yeah um, please don’t do that. I don’t wanna worry my whole family like that.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“What part?”

“That you have a family.”

“I mean. I think that came up in Interrogation Session #3. Consult your notes.”

“I just have a hard time believing you.”

“Because I’m a ghost?”

“Yes.”

“I’m a complex ghost.”

“I know. You keep saying that.”

“It’s true.”

Silence filtered in between them.

“…What is your family like, Phantom?”

Phantom stiffened a fraction, his eyes finding Maddie’s and shifting away. “Oh, you know, family.”

“Do they exist here too?”

“Huh?”

“You’re from another reality, at least you’re claiming you are.”

“I gotta be. The me from this reality died 6 months ago, didn’t he?”

“The you from most realities is dead, Phantom. You’re a ghost.”

“A complex ghost.”

“The you from this reality was destroyed 6 months ago.”

“Which you validated with your own sciencey equipment, right? You said so! So you know I’m not lying. Unless you think I recombobulated myself from being a protoplasmic smear on the sidewalk.” Phantom caught himself, registering the flinch in Maddie’s body. He deflated a bit, eyes averted. “S-sorry. Inconsiderate phrasing.”

“Why?” Maddie asked, tone flat, blunt.

Phantom’s eyes shifted back. “Um. Just. You know. That accident was. There were um, you know—”

“Human causalities.”

Phantom squirmed. “We don’t have to talk about that, you know? No one wants to talk about that. Okay as a ghost I guess ‘talking about how I died’ is sort of a bit more normal, but this is weird yeah, ‘talking about how an alternate-me died permanently’? That’s morbid. No one wants to talk about that.”

“Okay then. You can go back to answering my previous question.”

“Um. I forget.”

“Does your family exist in this reality?”

“Um, well who really knows, you know? I had like a grand total of 20 minutes of freedom in this reality before you captured me, so, don’t ask me like I’m any kind of expert about your reality. What’s it matter?”

“I want to know if there’s anyone in this reality who’s mourning you.”

Phantom’s face schismed with surprise. His front dropped, and the first look of genuine emotion sank into his glowing eyes. “Woah… That’s um, weirdly nice, of you, I guess. Why do you… want to know?”

Maddie said nothing.

“I. Um. I think the answer is no? So don’t um. Worry about that. If you were worried? Which is weird. I’m the enemy, aren’t I? Evil spooky ghost to be studied?”

“I’m not so sure what you are…” Maddie answered. “I heard you got destroyed trying to save them.”

“The um… the human casualties?”

“Yes.”

“I said we don’t have to talk about that.”

“Phantom.”

“What?”

“Do you know who they were?”

“The… casualties?”

“Yes.”

“Come on we’re on a different topic now.”

“Do you know who they were?”

“I don’t—how’m I supposed to know? I don’t know how I died here, you know? You think I’ve got some kind of like… parallel-universe death vision?”

“So you don’t know?”

“N-no.”

“I have a different question, then.”

“Okay, good, because I haven’t been liking these previous ones.”

“Are you staying just to keep me company?”

Phantom faltered. He looked left, then right, hand scratching at his chin. “I’m staying because I’m in a ghost-proof box.”

“It’s not ghost-proof anymore. The shields are down.”

“I feel like you’re circling around some accusation I’m not smart enough to follow. This feels like entrapment.”

“Then I’ll be more direct.”

“Oh no there is an accusation.”

“I think you do know how you were destroyed in this universe, Phantom.” Maddie took a step forward, and she let her left hand touch the glass, eyes focused on her fingers. “I think you know what happened at the Nasty Burger.”

“That’s—um—the human food… consumption… location… that the local human adolescents meet at, yes?”

Maddie looked up, and she locked Phantom with her stare. He squirmed, and he relented.

“I um…” he continued. “I—yeah—yeah, okay? I know about the Nasty Burger accident. It was supposed to happen to me too in my reality but I—Clockwork—stopped it from happening in my reality.” Phantom glanced left, right, as if staring beyond the confines of his cage. “When I first got knocked into this reality, I went to go find the Fenton portal so I could try to refind Clockwork and fix this and… Well it wasn’t there. And I tried to find some people I know and… I checked out the library in case the Fentons just lived somewhere else and. I um. I found the articles.” His eyes focused on hers again. “They all say you were the only survivor, yeah…?”

“I was sick, that day. It was just a cold. My husband Jack went without me.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It took my daughter and my son too.”

“I’m so sorry…”

“And it destroyed you.”

Phantom opened his mouth, but no words followed.

Maddie looked up.

“You knew this. You’ve known this ever since I captured you.” Maddie let her hand slide away from the glass. “Did you let me capture you?”

“Why would I let you capture me?”

“Because you feel sorry for me.”

Phantom’s eyes flickered about, unwilling to meet hers. “…Nah. Nah. I don’t—come on ‘sorry’? I’m a ghost you know? Bane of humanity! We’re enemies. You were just too skilled a hunter and you captured me.”

“And yet you won’t leave.”

Phantom lapsed silent.

“I um… I wasn’t happy to read about—to know the, the thing at the Nasty Burger happened here, okay? That’s something that I kinda didn’t want to believe existed in any reality anymore, but I guess… And if you were still alive. I was… maybe just kind of happy to see you? That you were okay. And still hunting. That was kind of, like a small relief.” Phantom glanced away, back again. “I wasn’t evil, you know. In my reality or this one. I care about what happened to the Fentons…”

“You let me capture you. …And you did it because you thought it would be a nice thing for you to do for me.”

“I Just—I thought maybe, um… I mean when you phrase it like that. I mean what else could cheer up renowned ghost hunter Maddie Fenton quite like a ghost subject to study? Me, especially? The ghost boy or public enemy #1 or whatever. I’m fun, aren’t I?”

Silently, Maddie pushed away from Phantom’s cage. She moved to the control panel, stiff movements and numb fingers. She entered the release code into the console, and unslung the key from her neck to twist into the override, and she threw down each successive lever in the row of four lining the top of the mechanisms.

The scrape of glass sliding away sounded behind her. All four walls of Phantom’s enclosure dropped away, metal mesh sliding away piece-meal. Phantom stared at her, blinking, floating in place.

“You’re free to go, Phantom.”

“I—uh—well hang on, I don’t think the Guys In White would be too happy about that. You can’t just let me—”

“Go, Phantom.”

“They could like, fire you.”

“I don’t care about this job.”

“I—come on, you still wanna study me, don’t you? Chat with me? If you feel bad maybe just get me a couch and some video games for my cage then I’ll be—”

“Phantom.”

“What?”

“Go home to your family.”

The half-hearted smile dropped from Phantom’s face.

“Come on. You can’t just evict me on such short notice. I’m not ready for Clockwork to kick my ass so soon.”

“Go home.”

“I’m not in any rush! I like talking to you. Don’t you—don’t you like talking to me too? In like a scientific way?”

Maddie lowered herself into the chair by the control panel. She leaned forward, arms pooled in her lap, eyes to the floor. “You have a family to get back to, Phantom.”

“It’s—there’s time travel shenanigans! Like I said they don’t even know I’m gone.”

“Every single day, Phantom,” Maddie looked up, eyes stern, “…I wish every single day that my own family would just come back home. I won’t do the same to you. I won’t do the same to your family.”

Phantom said nothing. A somber acceptance sunk into his eyes.

“They’re… alive, you know. In my dimension.”

Maddie dropped her head, and she blinked away the wetness in her eyes.

“I actually… in my dimension I’m kind of closer to the Fentons than I think the, the Phantom in this dimension was. It’s… complex.”

Maddie said nothing. Silence built between them.

“Jazz is um… Jazz is applying for colleges, y-you know. She got in early-acceptance to Yale but um, we all—they all—visited Columbia last month and I think that’s what she wants the most. I can see Jazz in New York City. I think she’d rock it.”

Maddie blinked again. Tears plicked into her lap.

“…Should I stop?”

“Jack… Tell me about Jack.”

“Oh. Yeah he um… big and goofy as ever. He’s got some kind of eight-armed-octogun he’s working on. I know because I was his target practice, involuntarily by the way. He keeps trying to merge “Fenton” and “octopus” together with mixed results. We—Mo-addie—you… are still trying to talk him out of ‘Fentoctopus’.”

Maddie’s ribcage shuddered, a repressed sob, a repressed laugh.

“And Danny?”

“Danny… um… Danny is...” Phantom’s shoulders fell a little bit. He looked away, and then back at Maddie. “He loves you. I know that.”

Maddie blinked, and blinked again, and her eyes wouldn’t clear.

“And are they happy?”

“They’re happy.”

“Am I happy…?”

“You’re…” Phantom’s tail bounced. “You’re happy, I think. I like to think so. I think you’re very happy. You have a great family.”

Maddie nodded.

“Now go.”

“But I still—”

Maddie reached forward, and she grabbed the ecto-gun propped against the control panel. She lifted it into her shoulder, and flicked the safety, and the charge built along the rising whine.

“Go.”

Phantom balked. He blinked. He kicked away from his wall-less cage. “Not forever. I’ll be back. You won’t be alone here forever.”

He was gone.

And Maddie was alone again.

…

Clockwork surveyed the boy in front of him whose head was bowed nearly to the floor, white bangs trailing along cobblestone, hands clasped, apologies repeated, begging case made.

Clockwork ran a hand along his beard, which unfurled, drew back, undid itself with the shifting of his form to a simple child.

“So let’s see. You have the audacity to break my rules andbeg me to meddle on your behalf in the time stream, all in the same breath? Apologies don’t usually come with additional requests for favors.”

“I know,” Danny’s head dipped lower. “You can punish me however you want for touching the restricted timelines but you have to help it, or let me help this one timeline. Please, please just send me back to the Nasty Burger incident so I can save it.”

“It’s already been saved.”

Danny faltered. He looked up.

“You died at the Nasty Burger incident that night,” Clockwork elaborated, form shifting older. “There is no you to ruin that future. That timeline is safe. It’s a very lucky timeline.”

Danny blinked. “N-no. No that’s not what I mean. Save it like you saved my timeline.”

“That did happen. You’re describing your own timeline.”

“I mean do it to THAT one.”

“You are misunderstanding timelines.”

Danny lapsed silent. Worry bled into his eyes, and Clockwork sighed.

“There is no undoing timelines, Danny. There is only forking them by meddling in the stream. All futures and pasts you witness exist, and do exist, and continue to exist,” Clockwork paused, “with the exception of realities I needed to cull, to prevent utter catastrophe.” His gaze fixed on Danny. “The futures that your evil self destroyed, I did have to cull. And culling a reality is not to be done lightly.”

Clockwork motioned with his staff. “There were a handful of surviving realities that I was able to save. That room you meddled in without my permission—they contain the realities off the main track where, for one reason or another, something else succeeded at destroying your future self. …Your own deaths, in fact. In every one of those realities, Danny, you are dead.”

“I don’t…” Danny shook his head. “So then just tell me how to save that one I was in, okay?”

“Oh, that’s easy.”

“How?”

“You don’t.”

Danny said nothing. Clockwork shifted young.

“You can let it live on in that room, or you could ask me to cull it, Danny. You could ask me to cull every reality in that room, so that the main branch, the one you’re from, is the only reality in existence. So you never have to worry about any existence where your family is unhappy. And it will be that way until you, or I, or someone else, meddles with the timestreams again, and more splits occur.”

Still, Danny said nothing. Clockwork continued.

“Sometimes, a mass culling of realities is healthy for the tree of time, like pruning a plant down to its stalk to survive an unforgiving winter, or a terrible disease. But I did that, just recently, to save all of time from the blight of your future self. It would feel cruel to snip off the first buds that have come after the frost.”

Danny lowered himself to the floor.

“Okay…”

“Okay?”

He nodded. “Okay. Just. I have a different question then.” He looked up, a young devastation wet in his eyes. “Can I still go back and visit that reality, sometimes?”

“No. I cannot give you permission to do that.”

“Please!”

Clockwork spun his staff. A portal swirled into being in the space between him and Danny. Washes of color formed patterns, shapes, objects, images. Like a mirror, it reflected Clockwork’s lair beyond its shimmering surface.

“This is a portal back into your own reality. It is set to the location and the time that you vanished. Go there, and leave through the Fenton portal, and nothing will be amiss.”

“No. No no I won’t. Clockwork you have to let me—”

“I am doing you a favor, Danny, getting you home after you caused more trouble. Do not make further demands of me.” Clockwork curled forward, old, sallow skin sagging, and he turned his back to Danny.

“You have to give me permission—”

“I am the only one who has permission to meddle in realities, Danny. This is an absolute.” Clockwork glanced over his shoulder. “And because this is an absolute, I have no reason to have a lock on the room housing those budding other realities.”

Danny blinked.

“I wonder if anyone might break my rules anyway. I wonder if anyone might be nosy, and enter that room anyway, and water the plants in that greenhouse without my permission.” Clockwork stared forward again.

“Clockwork…”

“Luckily I am the master of all time. I would be able to see this coming. And maybe plan for it. If ever such a person would come into my lair, and meddle in my timelines, and try to spread a bit of his own kindness to the realities he couldn’t quite save, I would be fully prepared to stop him.” Clockwork spoke into the green abyss beyond him. “Unless, maybe, I were to accidentally have my back turned.”

Silence trailed after Clockwork’s words. He kept his back to Danny, staring into the abyss of swirling green ether beyond.

“…Thank you,” Danny answered, quietly. “I’ll be back.”

“I imagine you will. Those realities may get lonely without you.”

When Clockwork glanced back over his shoulder, both Danny and the portal were gone.

#Danny Phantom #dp #dp fanfiction #me: -writes any kind of interaction between Maddie and Phantom where Maddie has captured Phantom-#me: 'haha sick Phantom of Truth reference'#ANYWAY i got really attached to a terrible what-if #please enjoy

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soft-boi-eli · 3 years

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Helloo! Could I ask for cc!SBI x GN! Streamer Reader during TwitchCon (I'm not from the US nor Europe so I probs won't be able to go next year, but at least the thought of it seems nice)? Thanks, and remember to stay hydrated! <3

Yes. And I will keep hydrated. Sorry if it take a bit I want it to be as good as possible.

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing, mentions of anxiety

Not proofread.

Why is there a tag limit of 30?

Best friends are family.

The flight over was he'll. Leaving you tired and jet lagged as you wandered the air port.

You were to meet up with four people. As you had been a part of a huge server with them.

Not only did you guys play minecraft together. You had streams where you just talk, anwser questions, play little games with them. Even just had one of your guys just talking to the other person while they streamed. It was the only relationship you had. They were your family. Well best friends.

But that doesn't matter right?

When you finally locked eyes with this brown haired guy, glasses, quite tall, looked quite like one of your four friends you immediately froze.

This was real. They weren't fake.

"Techno?" It was quite and was nearly drowned out by the sounds of the air port.

But the brunette looked your way. Eyes widening slightly as he had seen your face on face time before. You two were faceless streamers. Or nearly faceless. Only really showing your faces on huge achievements or to people you know. So most people didn't know what you looked like.

"(Y/n)?" Nodding to him you smiled under your mask.

He had a smile in his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Let's get out of this crowd. Phil took tommy and wilbur outside since they had a long flight." you both weaved through people. "Understandable. I mean look how many people exsit here." You spoke.

With a chuckle he lead you to the exit. The two blondes and one brunette stood near the door, obviously kind of relived from being out of the crowd.

"Look who I found." Technos voice brought the other three to look in your direction. "Hey! (Y/n) have a nice flight mate?" Phil's question was heartfilled but honestly you didn't want to think of the horrid experience.

"Not too bad not too good. Hopped on the soonest plane. And dear God it was hell." It was obvious by your tone that you didn't want to speak about it. So they were quick to shift the subject.

"So the b&b you're staying at? Where is it?" You looked at tommy confused. Didn't he know that you all are going to the same b&b?

"Same one as us tommy. Did you even listen to us on the flight?" Wilbur spoke up before you could deliver your sarcastic comment.

"Really? Didn't expect that." Tommy seemed confuses. Rolling your eyes at the teen you spoke. "Ah yes let's send one of the most socially awkward people out to rent a room in a b&b alone. How smart." Getting the hint tommy chuckled at the sarcastic comment.

"Oh yeah. I forgot that you had that bad of anxiety." Looking back to him with a 'bitch really?' Look he laughed. "You forgot I had crippling anxiety. It took what? 5 months before I started to fully talk to all of you? It was literally just you guys talking to me until one day out of the blue I started talking back." As you spoke you guys got to technos car.

As techno had driven here he was the one that was driving you the the b&b. No need for rental cars.

"So, (y/n), Phil, tommy, wilbur. Have do you guys wanna pick up some food first? Or nah?" Techno was quick to ask. And having a hungry teen in the car it was automatically a yes.

The day flew by. Jokes were told, food was eaten. And naps were quick to happen.

But that all came to a hard stop. TwitchCon. You weren't on the main panel like most of the others. Having been just added and just climbing up. But you did have your own meet and greet station.

And that was enough to pick at your anxiety.

But you decided to breathe through it. Hoping to get through this and live another day.

What helped was the fact that not many people came up to you. Having no idea if you were the real one. But when you got to your booth hell rang loose. You were now confirmed to be the real you and people wanted autographs, photos, videos, little trinkets you ended up selling.

It was not as bad as you thought. Not many people pushing past your boundires.

"Omg it's (t/n)! (Twitch name) they are so cool can I go say hi!" The younger child was quick to rush up to you as their parents nodded.

"HI! I wanted to say i love you and your content! I was wondering if I could get an autograph. Also how do you do it? How do you look so genderless!" This child was going miles a minute and honestly it was one of the sweetest things. "Well it takes years of work and finding what's best. here's your autograph. Would you like a photo?" They nodded so fast it was almost like their head was going to fall off.

Laughing lightly you wrapped an arm around their shoulder and they wrapped theirs around yours.

Their parents were quick to snap a photo and call their child back to them. Not wanting to take up too much of your time.

And to you luck the four boys you were waiting for had arrived. Relife.

You smiled and waved them over. "(Y/n). You seem happy." Technos voice was calm.

"Just a very kind and energetic fan. It was nice too see someone like them." You looked in the direction of the kid. Noticing something you hadn't before. They were bald. Looked kind of sickly. And seemed kind of off. Excusing yourself you grabbed something from under your table. One of the many stuffed animals you had onder there with a embroidered signature from you. It was a little stuffed snow leopard.

Rushing to find the child you tapped their shoulder. Turning around they seemed confused. "(T/n)? What are you doing over here shouldn't you be over near your stand?" You smiled under your mask.

"You seem to be going through something and I wanted to make sure one of my number one fans had something special to make them feel better. Here you go. My channels mascot with an embroidered signature so you will always remember to fight on Cub." Your followers are known as your Cubs. And this one was a special one. They made your day.

Now it wastime for you to make their day.

With gentle hands they took the plush to their chest tears in their eyes. They latched onto you as they cried softly. Rubbing their back you saw the parents tearing up. Their mother pulled her mask down mouthing thank you then pulling it back up quickly.

Nodding gently you hug the child lightly. Letting go slowly you look at them. "I belive in you. So you take these words. Fight on. Never give up. You are one of the strongest people I have seen alright? You're gonna make it through this no matter what." Patting their head you smiled as they nodded.

There was a new spark in their eye.

This powerful Cub. Phil and the other came up behind you. "Hey there mate. Having a good time?" The child seemed so happy.

This is what you guys were here for. To see these joyful expressions. To make your fans happy. To give them some kind of escape.

There was no way you'd let anything get between you and your fans. No matter what.

I needed wholesome.

So I apologize for this taking so long but I was stressed about other things and that caused a chain reaction in my life. But next week I should start school so that's a plus.

Also when I do start school again imma be working slower. And I do apologize about that.

I'll try my best to get more of these out. So E.

Anyways hoped you enjoyed.

-Eli out!!

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analyzing every gojohime moment in the manga 😈

this series will probably have more than one part because tumblr only lets me upload ten images per post </3

warning: there are disgustingly long paragraphs in here and delusions

chapter 32

utahime’s first introduction! akutami lets us know right off the bat that she thinks gojo is an idiot (so true).

chapter 32

i love the contrast between miwa and utahime’s reaction to gojo’s appearance.

chapter 33

NAH BC TELL ME WHY HE WENT OUT OF HIS WAY TO NOT GET HER ONE LMAOOOO!! when he traveled overseas to meet with yuta, he picked up the tribal protection charms and thought to himself, “let’s get enough for the kyoto students as a gift since i am such a great and caring teacher, after all. mmm, i should skip utahime to make her mad~” this guy puts way too much effort into getting on her nerves. his mind = utahime brainrot

chapter 33

she’s laughing at him here because he’s getting disciplined for being a lil shit. i wonder...what would he say if he saw her laughing at him like that?

chapter 33

this interaction between them is a little strange don’t you think? i feel like over the years he’s learned how to pick up her mood based on the way she’s acting towards him. you’re probably thinking, “well any person can figure out how a person’s feeling based on the way they’re talking or acting.” yes, that’s absolutely true, but it’s kind of different with this. she’s acting normal. utahime has a rather indifferent expression on her face and what she says is spoken in a calm tone, but gojo still asks her if she’s mad at him. it’s likely that he knows her well enough to be able to notice these subtle things. even if she wasn’t actually mad at him, he was being considerate for a split second, then he went and said, “of course. i didn’t do anything wrong and all.” what a guy LOLOL. to me, this implies that maybe he made her genuinely angry in the past to the point where he realized that he went too far, and thus decided to be more careful of her feelings. she has definitely gotten annoyed at him so many times after that so whenever she seems angry, he probably asks himself if he took it too far. i’m curious to see if he can pick up if she’s upset with something that’s not involving him. would he console her? how does gojo satoru console someone?

despite him always annoying her, she’s still courteous and brings him a cup of tea during their talk. she didn’t have to go out of her way to get tea for him but she did. that’s the kind of person utahime is. a kind and caring woman who would never put her students in danger. in the anime they were sitting far away and not facing each other like they’re doing in the manga. she also has her own tea cup. i think that little panel of her placing the cup down on the table and him picking it up to take a sip is a nice little detail. it just proves that her hating him most of the time isn’t actually pure hatred but annoyance because of his shenanigans and teasing.

chapter 33

i touched upon this a little bit in my previous post, but i wish to go more in depth about this panel. first of all, he ends the sentence with her name twice. two times too many, mr. gojo. i like how they can be serious with each other too LOL. i wish we got to see them talk about the traitors because they did figure it out together after all. does it always end in bickering? can they interact with each other like adults all the way through? somehow, i feel like that’s not possible when it comes to these two. furthermore, notice how gojo confides in utahime about his suspicions. from what we know, she is the first person he brought it up to. i mean, i guess he has to start investigating the schools and would need extra assistance to save time, but he could have done it himself if he really wanted to. by deciding to ask for her help we know that he thinks she’s trustworthy, smart, and strong enough to face whatever considerable risks this task may entail.

i didn’t point this out in my other posts but see how he makes a hand sign in the last panel when she throws the cup at him? gojo is manually activating his infinity. why though? about a year after the whole star plasma vessel incident happened, gojo develops the ability to keep his infinity up at all times by using the reversed curse technique to consistently heal himself to prevent exhaustion. this means that it really makes no difference whether he leaves it on or off. there are a few times where we can witness someone actually touching gojo. for example, yuuji giving him a hug. did he turn his infinity off, or was it able to deduce that yuuji was not a threat? the erasers and pencils shoko and geto threw at him during his demonstration of his new ability aren’t dangerous normally, but is it the speed that makes them dangerous? even if it did hit him, it wouldn’t hurt. how does the infinity know when to allow an incoming object to touch gojo? i believe it is up to gojo himself to let things touch him; his infinity restricts anything and anyone. some people say it could just be the fact that water is not dangerous to him, so therefore, he has to manually put his infinity up. i thought this was a reasonable explanation as to why he put up the hand sign when the tea was thrown at him, but then i realized that it couldn’t be. remember the second opening? it’s raining and everyone is carrying an umbrella, then it pans to gojo with a bouquet in his hand and rain drops slipping off his infinity. if he DID manually put his infinity up to prevent getting soaked then that implies that he chose to turn his infinity off. you can argue and say that jujutsu high is a safe place with students so there’s no need to have his infinity there, but do you remember when he stepped on the ants in front of gakuganji and yaga? the ants were perfectly fine after which insinuates that his infinity prevented his shoes from crushing the ants. he most likely had his infinity on during the baseball game even though he was in a safe environment. how does this long tangent relate back to utahime? well, it simply indicates that gojo trusts utahime so much to the point where he can be vulnerable around her. turning off his infinity symbolizes completely letting down his guard in a way.

how about what happens next? utahime throws the tea at him, he turns on his infinity to deflect it, and he responds with, “scary! hysteric women aren’t popular, you know!” why would he even say that LMAO?? utahime doesn’t even try to deny what he said either. she just hits him with the good old, “i am your senpai!” could it be that he’s trying to poke fun of her relationship status? maybe, maybe not. doesn’t he like people a lil crazy? he did say that all jujutsu sorcerers have to be a little crazy because they’re willing to put themselves in danger constantly.

chapter 0 p.1

i wonder who he’s thinking of when he said that. could it be utahime? it seems like he’s reminiscing or thinking about someone. he wears an amused expression on his face as he laughs - almost like he’s seen his fair share of how scary women can get :>>

chapter 34

the pattern behind gojo and utahime is called yagasuri “fletching,” a traditional japanese design. this design is inspired by arrow fletching. it's a lucky charm for weddings and other celebrations since it's based on the Japanese belief that an arrow shot once never comes back. brides were given kimonos with this pattern for good luck during the edo era (1603–1868) to ensure they would not have to return to their original family home. this pattern can have numerous meanings such as steadfastness or determination to achieve a goal, or a wish for the happiness of the bride. there is a belief that a bow and arrow represent the fight against evil. honestly, this meaning fits the narrative of the story. utahime and gojo are unearthing the traitors that are feeding intel to the curse users and cursed spirits. they are in the middle while the kyoto students surround them, which could mean that it’s their job as adults to protect these children from the grasps of evil slowly making itself more prominent. do you also notice that the arrows are pointed toward utahime from gojo? from all the images i’ve seen, the arrows are usually pointed downward. what could this mean? is gojo trying to protect her (in the future (?)) or does he have a big fat crush smh...

i think it’s a good time to mention utahime’s clothing. she’s wearing miko attire. miko are shrine maidens who were once thought to be shamans (you connecting the dots?). in their service to shrines, miko used to perform spirit possession and takusen (in which the possessed person acts as a "medium" (yorimashi) to communicate the divine will or message of that kami (god) or spirit; also included in the category of takusen is "dream revelation" (mukoku), in which a kami appears in a dream to communicate its will). this was back in the old days, of course. to become a miko back then (shaman), one needed to have potential. neurosis, hallucinations, odd behavior, and hysteria (HYSTERIA HELLO???) are some of the signs that a person is being called to shamanism. when a miko is communicating with a kami (god) or spirit by acting as a medium, she is in a trance-like state, and so she must learn techniques to control herself when this happens. chanting and dancing were used to accomplish this, so the girl was taught melodies and intonations that were used in songs, prayers, and magical formulas. all of this could give us insight about utahime’s technique and explains why she’s good at singing :) maybe she can’t control herself when she uses her technique which is why she isn’t shown using it because it should be used for dire situations. i imagine being possessed by a spirit or god must consume a lot of cursed energy. it makes sense that utahime and gakuganji wear traditional clothing. they’re the staff of jujutsu high’s kyoto branch. in chapter 0, kyoto is known as the sacred land of jujutsu. it’s more traditional compared to tokyo. if you want to learn more about miko, you should check out the wikipedia page!

chapter 34

i swear he tries to annoy her every chance he gets. i bet he sets a goal for himself to see how many times utahime lectures him about respecting his seniors every time he’s within the same vicinity as her. at least he called her utahime-sensei!!!

chapter 40

this isn’t even a gojohime moment tbh...i just wanted to share a pic of them sitting next to each other HEHE. why are they sitting next to each other anyway? it’s not like they have assigned seating.

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that was so long and i apologize for the gargantuan paragraphs you guys had to read through. i’m writing this at 4 in the morning and i’m feeling borderline delirious so i apologize if there are any errors. i’ll edit this when i have time <3

the next part should come shortly.

#gojohime #gouta #gojo x utahime

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kingofpiety · 2 years

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Just some food for thought. I find it so contradicting with Mikey saying that there’s no need for two toman’s, which the statement itself is correct but not in HIS favor in particular

In this panel (chapter 15/S1E7) Mikey says Toman belongs to him. In the English dub of the anime, he says “Toman belongs to me, as long as I got it’s back, we will never lose.” Which….in that case, Toman no longer belongs to him. He basically abandoned Toman because of his dark impulses or whatever the reason and reformed new gangs into an evil empire in each different timeline we’ve witnessed.

Just a little thought processing goin on in my pea brain

BONUS THEORIES & OTHER THOUGHTS (including 244 spoilers):

- is it just me or Sanzu kinda mimicking drakens little hair piece in the front? Or maybe I’m just looking into it too much cause I kinda just hate the fucker :-)

- I swear to god, it’s gonna ruin my life if Ran dies trying to protect and/or save Rindou. Well actually it’s gonna ruin my life if Ran dies period. In addition, just from seeing how close nit the brothers are, I feel like their parents weren’t shit. Like I actually feel that they’ve always just had eachother’s backs since they were kids and their parents were probably just outright horrible people. Who knows? Maybe ran probably murked their asses and just took off with Rindou, never looking back and just built a name for themselves in Roppongi by beating down gangs. (Indulge in this with me if you’d like 😌)

-y’all, I needs to know what the fuck is up with Hanma. The mask and the consistent silence from him has me on edge. Like this mf couldn’t shut his mouth to save his life. But now he’s just downright quiet. Cause as far as we know, we don’t know why he has mask on (my sister said “oh nah he caught the rona.” And I’ve been laughing ever since). Plus there might be a chance that Mikey doesn’t even know that Hanma was an accomplice to Emma’s murder. Which still wouldn’t make sense as to why he’s on Mikey’s side in the first place unless it’s to get his revenge on Takemichi for the death of Kisaki. Final possible scenario is that he’s gonna literally go against both Kantou and 2nd Gen Toman by just beating down anyone from either gang. He does shit for thrills and well…that doesn’t seem not possible for someone like him.

- can Taiju please come and help Takemichi out like “surprise I’m here you bitches”

-I honestly feel that Wakasa and Benkei are in Kantou as spies or rats to tear apart Kantou from within but who knows. When I saw that leak about the roster of who was in Kantou, I was so mad 🤡

- Michi…Baby….oh my god I’m praying for you you stupid motherfuc-

-I miss draken sm.

- it’s gonna be wild if when Mikey is fighting Takemichi and gets stunned when he sees Baji, Emma, & Draken show up behind Takemichi kinda like the way Izana saw Emma and Shinichiro standing behind Mikey during the Tenjiku battle

-Mikey needs to get his ass beat. Like full on southern can of whoop ass. Beat his ass with a belt or a hanger or something. He needs an ass beating so bad that it’s gonna knock them impulse right out.

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echos-newlegs · 3 years

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would you be able to do 12 from the prompt list with Hunter, preferably smut?

You Help Me Calm

Heck yeah 😳 you didn’t give pronouns and I feel bad assuming even though half the users are she/her, so it’s gunna be a teeny vague— so NB reader

Hunter x Reader: “Your lips are so soft, I could kiss them all day.”

Warnings: smut, little vague, hunter receiving, touch starved reader and hunter

You dug through some scrap metal, a pair of headphones covering your ears as you listened to music. It helped you concentrate, but you couldn’t listen to it on the radio, or even too loud for that matter. Or else Hunter would complain. That or you would just feel bad, because who likes overstimulating your sergeant?

You were humming softly as you worked on patching up some of the damaged panels on the ship. You guys didn’t realize have a choice of a new ship, so they were all thankful for your ability to rewatch things.

Hunter was on a run for supplies that you requested. He wasn’t really sure was he expected to see, but he didn’t expect you to be swaying your hips and murmuring the lyrics to the song playing into your ears. He could hear it, it was nice. It wasn’t something he would typically listen to, but he did enjoy it. Quite frankly.

He watched you for a moment. He loved how relaxed and yet so concentrated you were. Watching as you flicked the welding helmet down over your face and began welding the scrap metal to the side of the ship. Chewing on his bottom lip. He could watch you for hours honestly. You just had this calming effect over him. He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that you were just a calm, relaxing individual. Or the fact that he had genuine feelings for you. Which the both of you knew about since he admitted to it while drugged up on meds after being shot. You hadn’t confronted him over it since the incident though. You weren’t sure how.

You turned to head over to the box and grab a few more pieces of scrap metal. Removing the helmet so you could see. Setting it to the side. Smiling up to hunter when you caught a glance of him. Though after you realized it. You froze.

You ripped the headphones from your ears, letting them drape around your ears. Skin turning red as you looked up to the Sergeant. “How long have you been standing there?” He chuckled. Approaching you further. Handing over the box of supplies. “Long enough,” He hummed and you smiled sheepishly. “Uh-huh, alright,” You spoke, rocking onto your heels. Then backing up and turning to set the box of supplies down. “Why don’t you take a break? You’ve been working for nearly three hours.” He told you, and you sighed. “Alright, fine.” “that was easy,” He chuckled, and you shoved him a bit with a grin. “You can convince me to do about anything and you know it.” You giggled and he shrugged.

the two of you boarded the Marauder, everyone else was out and about. Running around town or at the local cantina looking for a date for the night. You were too focused on work, and Hunter? Well you weren't sure.

You sighed as you plopped yourself in a chair. Hunter taking seat near you. "So why aren't you at the cantina or something? Scared Cross is gunna get laid before you?" You teased and he rolled his eyes a bit with a chuckle. "Hmm, no, I just don't wanna. Plus I figured I'd get in some alone time with you."

You could tell he regretted his words by the way his nose scrunched. "Oh?" You spoke, intrigued. "What do you mean by that." A small smirk finding its way to your lips.

His eyes darted around, looking for an escape. But there wasn't one. "Well.." he shifted a bit, then looked back to you. "I just figured we could.. talk?" He had been in a sensitive mood lately, so this was new. He must be feeling better. His stimulations died down a bit. Which really did give you ideas.

"Alright, what do you wanna talk about, Hunter." You questioned raising a brow. Watching as his eyes scanned over your face as you leaned forward a tad. "Hm.." he hummed, then blinked and shook his head. "Well, I wanted to ask you something, more so."

You grinned, and tilted your head. "Yeah? Is it about that night in the med bay?" You joked, halfly.

His tanned skin turned a bit red, and he nodded a little. "Yes, actually." You raised your brows slightly. Shocked he wanted to talk about it. "Okay, alright.." you hummed. Licking your lips. "What about it?"

"Do you remember what I said?" He asked, and you nodded. Glancing down with a small smile. " 'Oh, y/n.. have I ever told you how beautiful you are? Or stars.. I just wanna kiss you so bad, feel your skin, hold you.' " you imitated his voice with a goofy look.

You broke into a small giggle when he glared and folded his arms. "I did NOT say that," "oh, but you did." He huffed, and then sighed. "Okay, maybe I did, BUT, I didn't sound like that." You shrugged your shoulders with a titter.

He sighed once more and rubbed his chin. "I just wanted to know if you felt the same way?" He asked and you licked your lips. Then pulled your bottom lip in to rest between your teeth. Watching as his gaze watched the movement. "For a guy with overestimated senses you sure ask some dumb questions."

He looked at you with shocked eyes, and he smiled. Hope written on his face. You thought it was adorable, really.

"Yes, I feel the same." You spoke with a smile. Watching and his eyes softened. His whole body softened. "Especially the kiss part," you spoke with a sly grin, and he smirked. Cocking a brow. "Really?"

You sighed, standing, and soon he did too. "Yes, Hunter, don't make me repeat myself." He stepped closer, and you stepped closer as well. Holding your hands over his shoulders. Giving him a questioning look, and he nodded.

You pressed your skin against his blacks. Watching as he tensed and then relaxed. His hands reluctantly coming to your waist. "Can I kiss you then?" You hummed, leaning in closer. "Nah, just decided I'd toy with you." You spoke and saw his expression begin to fall. "I'm kidding, yes, please."

He didn't leave time for you to change your mind. Moving in to press his lips to your. You wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands explored your body.

The kiss was soft, and heated all at once. Hands running to his hair which made him grunt in response. You always loved his hair.

He pulled back, the two of you huffing and panting. "Can we take it?" He motioned towards the bunks with his head, and you nodded. "Thought you'd never ask." You teased, yelping when he grabbed you by your ass. Lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

Letting out a small giggle as he began kissing your neck, and then lips coming back to meet your own. "You're so perfect," he praised as he walked the two of you to the bed. "So kriffing perfect." He spoke. Voice lowering with each passing second it seemed.

He laid you down and you let your eyes fall shut as he climbed on top of you and began kissing on your neck. You didn’t move the others shirt. Worried that the skin on skin contact initiated by you would cause the other to overstimulate. You loved, but also hated how the other could do so, so easily.

He noticed your hesitance. Still working on kissing your neck. Though this time he brought your hand and slid it under his shirt. You took the invite with pride. Letting your hand slide up. Listening to the small whine he let out with amusement. Locking your legs around his waist. Then tugging his shirt up.

He shredded his shirt off, you doing the same. Allowing him more access to your body. Lips traveling down to your collar bone. Beginning to suck and scrape his teeth. “Hunter..” You mewled. His hands moving over your stomach. You could tell the way you said his name had him riled up even more than before. “Hunter, I want..” You panted, catching his attention.

“What do you want, Cyar’ika?” He purred against your ear as he leant up. “I wanna make you feel good,” You whined, and he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge. The others would be out for a while, so the two of you would have the time for it. Not only the events itself, but the fact that it would take hunter a while to recharge. So to speak.

He looked you over, fingers running up to brush against your nipples. Making your back arch off of the bed. He smirked as he leant in and pressed another kiss to your jaw. “Hmm, I was thinking of making you feel good tonight.” “Me first,” you spoke and he rolled his hips into yours. Making you both gasp and moan.

Your lips crashing into his and meeting him in another heated kiss. His fingers tracing shapes in your body, and if you weren’t so drunk off of lust right now. You might actually pay attention to what he was drawing, but you couldn’t stay concentrated enough for it. Especially with another roll of his hips.

He pulled back to look you in the eyes. “Your lips are so soft, I could kiss them all day..” He added with a small pant, making you smile with a bit more of a blush. On your already red face. “You’re such a fucking sap, now why don’t you roll over?” You asked with a brow cocked. Hunter doing as told.

He laid on his back, you sitting on his stomach now. Groaning a bit at just the sight of the other. You had been waiting for this for almost as long as he had.

Sliding down him, making a point to rub against him. Causing him to gasp again, fists balling.

You tugged his pants. Pulling them down when he lifted his hips up from the bed. Your hands moving to work, once this was done. You palmed him through his briefs. Hunter throwing his head back with a rather loud groan. Eyes snapping shut, then fluttering open again to watch you.

You trailed kisses and left your own trail of marks down his chest with a small hum. Licking, and then mouthing over one of his nipples. Your hand snaking into his pants, then pulling his member out.

He bucked into your hand, but you moved your hand with his motion. Refusing him the friction he wanted. Making him whine. Maker, you were glad the others were out doing their own thing.

You smiled at his small babbles and praises when your mouth got closer to where he wanted the attention most. Moving to the inside of his thighs. Teeth scraping at his sensitive skin. Causing his eyes to fall shut again. Hands carding in your hair.

You finally made to where he wanted you to. When he was already nearly toppling over the edge from how overpowered his senses were getting. From the smell of you both, to the sounds, to the feelings. Let alone the look of you as you trailed his body like you owned him. He was shocked he was still pieced together.

He let out a rather loud moan when you licked a strip up his dick. Making you groan a bit when his fingers tugged at your hair. Licking his tip, then sliding it into your mouth. He was panting and whining. making you wanna take more of your time. You had never seen him this desperate before. He was always so stern, so strict. Easy to tell you what to do, and honestly? You kind of enjoyed this side of him more than you ever thought that you would.

He let out a groan when you slid as much of him as you could into your mouth. One hand rubbing what you couldn’t get while you bobbed your head. The other arm holding his waist down to keep him from bucking his hips into your face.

You moaned around him as he buried the back of his head deeper and further into the pillow. “Kriff, y/n, ah, stars, I’m so..” He lasted longer than you thought. Hollowing your cheeks and taking more of him in. Soon he was cuming into your mouth, and there was nothing either of you could do about it. Not that you really mind.

He let out the loudest noise yet. Eyes snapping shut and face contorted as you milked him dry. Pulling off him with a ‘pop.’ Swallowing all except for a little that dripped down the corned of your mouth. Though you just wiped that off with your thumb.

He looked so exhausted just from a blowjob, and you weren’t sure what to do now. Should you move, touch him, go in the other room, throw a blanket over him? What now?

“Lay next to me,” He murmured. Voice soft and tired. “But won’t that bug you?” “Just lay next to me, please, you help me calm.” He spoke through half lidded eyes. So you did. Climbing over to lie next to the other. Facing him and he pulled you over to his chest. Arms, well, whole body trembling like he was coming down from a sugar high. “Just, give me sec and then I’ll make you wish we had the whole night to ourselves.” He mumbled, and that made you smile and giggle. Kissing his cheek with a small hum. “I’m sure you will.”

#bad batch x reader #star wars #star wars writing #the bad batch #the clone wars #writing #bad batch hunter #hunter x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #sergeant hunter #the bad batch hunter #hunter the bad batch #hunter bad batch #bad batch hunter x reader

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makeste · 3 years

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literally just another giant post of Bakugou faces.

so I did this last year, but I only got up to chapter 120 before I ran out of steam. happily, though, this left me with an additional 190 chapters’ worth of glorious gremlin faces to choose from for this year’s edition! which I figure I had better do, before tumblr finally pulls the plug on my poor sweet image limit.

so without further ado, happy birthday to Kacchan, and happy birthday to Kacchan’s asymmetrical HAH face where his eyes do the thing like ( ◣益◢).

why I like it: so this is from Kirishima’s flashback in chapter 133, where Kirishima was getting all down on himself because his quirk Only Does One Thing, and Kacchan was all “nah bro don’t worry about it because your One Thing is totally fucking rad, and you’re strong enough to withstand anything.” so that of course was incredibly sweet, and one of the few times we’ve seen him give an actual heartfelt pep talk without so much as a single insult thrown into the mix. but what really puts this scene over the top for me is the fact that you can see the ever-so-subtle hints of guilt and regret when he talks about All Might and Kamino. for just a moment, he gets this distant look in his eyes, and his expression turns soft and contemplative. basically this is a rare collector’s edition Kacchan face you will not find in many other places.

why I like it: because this frankly needs to happen in every damn fight until this kid finally gets it through his thick skull to ditch the mask so we can see every fantastic facial expression in full 4k glory. work with me here please Kacchan.

why I like it: because character growth!! this was our first big moment of post-DvK2 Kacchan development, and the payoff was well worth the wait. it only took him 166 chapters to realize that it’s hard to grow as a person if you’re determined to be a humongous dick to every single person you meet!! lmao, but it’s progress though.

why I like it: these two panels are criminally underrated. the way his face transforms when Deku gets the answer wrong dlkjfldk. this is easily one of the funniest subtle gags in the entire series.

why I like it: “hey Bakugou do you want to play in our band?” “fuck you, no.” “pretty please.” “fine, but I refuse to call it a band.” “well then what do you want to call it -- ” “MURDER.”

why I like it: GONNA MURDER EVERYONE BY PLAYING THE DRUMS!!!! SOMEHOW WE’VE SUCCESSFULLY COMPARTMENTALIZED THIS SCHOOL-SANCTIONED DISPLAY OF PERFORMING ARTS AS A DEATH MATCH. OH TO UNDERSTAND THE INNER WORKINGS OF THIS YOUNG MAN’S MIND.

why I like it: hah?! I love how he has to tilt his neck all the way back every single time he does this. he’s so cute I love him so much.

why I like it: somewhere around this point in the manga Kacchan decided to do away with being handsome and decided to just be a full-time gremlin in every single panel. this persisted for the next 90 chapters or so and he was very dedicated. I’m pretty sure he was going for vulgar and intimidating, but unfortunately for him he’s too inherently adorable and so the end result is just endearing and almost charming in its own way.

why I like it: this was from chapter 194 when Aizawa was announcing that they’d have a special guest for the Joint Training arc, and so Kacchan was all “BOY OH BOY A NEW ASS TO KICK.”

why I like it: more character development! and just look at that confidence! he’s fully recovered from his low point after Kamino and the provisional exam. he knows what he’s about now, and he is THRIVING. and once again you can see how his conviction inspires the people around him and makes them more determined. just, he is going to be such a good number one hero you guys.

why I like it: it’s the three little “!!!” lines hovering in the corner next to his head for me. “oh my god it’s All Might, All Might saw me being cool and Saving To Win and stuff, what’s he gonna say what do I do omg quick act natural.”

why I like it: QUICK HIDE YOUR FEELINGS!! WE CAN’T LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE. fjkdlsjklk

why I like it: this is his expression when he first sees Deku activate Blackwhip for the first time. it’s one of the few unguarded expressions of complete surprise that we’ve gotten from him and I love it thank you.

why I like it: classic asymmetrical HAH face. he truly has perfected this look. look at him, casually clinging to a pole for no reason other than to look dynamic. this boy truly cannot sit or stand or walk or do anything normally. he spent three months working his ass off to catch up to Deku and the others, and now that he finally has he’s filled with so much pent-up energy that he simply cannot hold it back anymore and he’s gotta climb a pole. he’s just gotta.

why I like it: because he is so fucking good at saving people now you guys, he’s like a whole-ass professional and shit, and yet it hasn’t changed who he is one single iota. he will save your life and he will SCREAM AT YOU WHILE DOING IT and you’ll sit there and be grateful goddammit.

why I like it: o noo he was caught unawares. All Might was all “I’m gonna have a dad moment and nobody can stop me” and he walked right up to him and put his hand on his head because he’s All Might and so what is he even gonna do about it. nothing, that’s what. you got played, Kacchan. outmaneuvered and outfoxed. all he can do is stand there and make that grumpy face he makes when he’s receiving unwanted affection (҂⌣̀_⌣́).

why I like it: more unwanted affection. now they’re even feeding him ffs. how could he let this happen. mm chicken.

why I like it: GREATEST ASYMETRICAL HAH?! FACE OF ALL TIME. out of all the people to befriend him against his will, Todoroki is by far the most confusing to him and it’s just so great.

why I like it: this is when Hawks is staring at him in chapter 244 because he fake-killed his mentor and stuff and he feels sorta guilty about it. but meanwhile Kacchan just thinks he’s trying to start some shit, and so he’s all “I WAS FASTER THAN YOU BACK THERE YOU KNOW” and Hawks is all “hahaha okay little buddy you just keep telling yourself that”, because as previously discussed Kacchan is too adorable to ever be intimidating.

why I like it: this is from 246 when he’s in the middle of arguing with Burnin’ and all of a sudden Endeavor calls to him and he’s just like o shit what’d I do.

why I like it: because Endeavor’s mentoring them and shit and he’s just casually sitting there eating his lunch like yeah. with his lil hamster cheeks lulz.

why I like it: the look that instantly became iconic. this panel cured me of the misconception that Bakugou “goes to bed at 8:30pm” Katsuki was a morning person. the truth is he loathes all times of the day equally.

why I like it: this one is a team effort because Deku’s faces are equally as good. I’m genuinely shocked that this family dinner with the Todorokis didn’t prematurely unlock Danger Sense. you can tell that he and Deku have a silent agreement to call a temporary truce on their rivalry for as long as they sit at this table as outsiders in this strange land. this is by far the most hazardous meal Bakugou has ever experienced, and yet the mapo tofu is too good to go to waste, so he’s just shoveling it down his throat trying to finish as much as possible before shit inevitably hits the fan.

why I like it: Kacchan is New Here so he doesn’t yet realize that if the Todorokis are spilling family secrets, there is always inevitably going to be someone listening in the shadows just outside the door.

why I like it: the battle with Ending was probably peak gremlin!Kacchan. like, we’ve had gremlin before and afterwards, but never quite to this same degree. Horikoshi really decided to push the limits of contorting this child’s face in the strangest ways.

why I like it: peak. gremlin.

why I like it: nothing to see here, just Kacchan quietly realizing after 252 chapters that he MIGHT have been just a BIT of a cartoonishly villainous asshole to Deku back at the beginning there ha ha ha oh god oh fuck.

why I like it: because he found the answer to What It Is That He Lacks, and he’s all cool and calm and infuriatingly secretive about it. it’s such a sudden and stark contrast to the gremlin faces he was making only moments earlier, and it makes this moment hit home that much more.

why I like it: because this is him being friends with Deku!! like for real though!! because he’s fucking around and insulting him and making weird faces and stuff, but it’s because in his mind That’s What Friends Do. they clown on each other and help each other train and shit. half an hour after this they’ll go down to the training gym and play Catch-A-Kacchan, and then he’ll quietly confess to All Might that he wants to atone. he may be a gremlin, but he’s a gremlin with layers goddammit.

why I like it: because this is right after TomurAFO shows up out of nowhere and scares the shit out of him and Deku and makes them see a terrifying death vision and stuff, and you can see how shaken up he is by it. he definitely understands how close they came to dying just then and he’s sobered the fuck up. this is the moment when it really sinks in that shit has gotten real. eight minutes from now he’ll move without thinking and save Deku’s life.

why I like it: hydro homies. nothing restores those electrolytes like good old Raquaius Sports Drink.

why I like it: because this panel was when it started to become clear that the real reason he grabbed this sports drink was to pretend like he was busy so he could act like he wasn’t interested in Deku’s training because god forbid the neighbors know that he actually cares.

why I like it: because the sideways glance!! and the fact that he doesn’t deny it!! in fact he does the opposite of denying it, and he basically starts pouring his heart out about how goddamn worried he actually is. he’s guilty and anxious and restless and this entire conversation is amazing.

why I like it: he looks so goddamn young here. when he finally stops scrunching up his face and putting on his usual tough guy act and for once allows his actual emotions to show on his face instead, the result is so damn striking. for once we got an entire conversation with no gremlin faces, because Horikoshi had to drop them completely in order to show just how serious he is here. which was incredibly effective btw.

why I like it: because he’s basically just fidgeting with the bottle now to avoid making eye contact with All Might because he just revealed a deep dark secret to him and he’s precariously vulnerable right now. that’s the body language of a kid who knows how badly he fucked up, and just wants to hear from someone else if it’s going to be okay, if he can still make it okay. he looks so small here.

why I like it: the worry lines under his eyes. the look of uncertainty and wanting to believe that what All Might says is true (“you’ll get a chance to talk eventually”). the hesitance to turn back and look at him, and the way he doesn’t dare until he finally gets that small bit of reassurance. All Might isn’t judging him. All Might understands him and understands where he’s coming from, and he’s giving him his blessing. he’s giving him a thumbs up and reassuring him that he sees the change in him and sees that he’s sincerely trying, and basically saying that he has faith that he and Deku will be able to work it out. and you can see that it means a lot.

why I like it: because this kid spent his entire internship with Jeanist doing nothing but bitching nonstop, and then later on when Jeanist went missing he was all tight-lipped about it because once again NOBODY CAN KNOW THAT WE CARE GODDAMMIT, and it was all very Classic Bakugou. but then Jeanist finally shows up again at Jakku, and we get this little moment of happy, smirky FUCK YEAH, I KNEW YOU WEREN’T DEAD YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, and it’s just the best.

why I like it: HE’S SO UNABASHEDLY PROUD GOD BLESS HIM.

why I like it: because he nearly died and then he woke up here in the hospital two days later not knowing where anybody else is or whether they’re even still alive, and this, my friends. this is finally the moment. the moment where he was all FUCK IT, MAYBE WE CAN LET THE NEIGHBORS KNOW WE CARE AFTER ALL. character fucking development. you love to see it.

BONUS:

WHAT HAVE I BECOME, MY SWEETEST FRIEND. EVERYONE I KNOW GOES AWAY IN THE END.

happy birthday Katsuki. feel better sweetie. HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER TREAT HIM RIGHT I AM COUNTING ON YOU.

#bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha meta #bakugou meta #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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gotmeringinghellsbells · 3 years

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I was wondering if you could do a fic about Fatgum tickling Kirishima or Tamaki or maybe both? Love your fics by the way! They’re all so cute! 💖💖💖

They Went Beyond

Characters: Fat Gum, Red Riot (Ejiro Kirishima)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

A/N: My friend @kwaiibb and I came up with the headcannon of Kirishima's parents being divorced, but maintaining a really healthy friendship to co-parent their son while moving on with their love live as well. His mother remarried, his father is happily single though.

Description: While visiting one of his mentee's at the hospital following the events of season 4, Fat Gum start's to breakdown from guilt.

Kirishima let out a soft sigh as he slowly opened his ruby, red eyes. Nope, still couldn’t sleep. The mummy had lost most of his wrapings but was still under the hospital’s watch to ensure his wounds were healing nicely. Honestly, he felt great! Maybe not in spirit but physically he felt good enough to pace around his room and honestly… go home to his mommy and mama. Seeing his dad would be nice too. The babe sighed as he stared blankly at the hospital celeing’s panels.

He’d already read his books, played his video games, and did other little things his friends and parents gave him to occupy his mind. Homework? Yeah Bakugou was probably going to kick his ass, but he just didn’t have him in it to do it right now. Besides, he didn’t understand some of it and could wait until the other visited again or his mama to help him. His step mother was an incredibly intelligent woman and would often help him when he was smaller; but Kirishima still liked to ask Bakugou as he could explain somethings a bit more simplistically and understandably to him than his math professor mother.

While drowning in thought, Ejiro had missed the gentle knock on his room door. From the doorway, a familiar face popped in. It was deflated, but one could still recognize the face to be that of the pro hero’s: Fat Gum! The mentor hesitantly took a step in the room, feeling a bit rude as he hadn’t been invited in. But this was his charge, damnit. This was one of the puppies he was training to become a hero and this…. this was all his fault. Kirishima and Tamaki were terribly injured due to his decision to bring them along.

He swallowed his guilt with a sigh before forcing himself to venture further into the room and shut the door behind him. They were pro heroes in the making, it was a good experience to have. Both are alive and he should be grateful for that, right? “Hey,” he said softly, seeing the boy in a trance-like, fixated state. Kirishima didn’t budge, mind still wandering in space. Fat Gum snorted before pulling up a chair and placing the small conventstore bag he had picked up along the way on it. “How ya holding up, mummy?” Fat Gum’s weight on the bed brought the young man out of his thoughts with a start. “Shoot,” Ejiro sighed, earning a laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” the other said comfortingly before gently bumping the kid’s arm as he sat up. “Nah, you're fine. Just… thinking about stuff.”

“I could tell,” Fat Gum hummed before reaching for the bag and opening it. “So, whatcha in the mood for? Got some packaged mochi, some meat chews, what else, what else,” he muttered as he started laying out various goods on the boy’s blanket-covered lap. Kirishima smiled with a small snort as he gently picked up the mild-flavored meat chews. “Thanks,” he said tiredly. He offered a warming smile, only to be met with watering eyes.

Ruby red eyes widened in panic. “Huh? I-If you want the meat chews you can have them man!” Fat Gum sniffled as he shook his head, bagging the other goods again before standing to hug the boy. “I’m so sorry Red Riot,” he sobbed. Kirishima tensed before relaxing a bit as the shock faded. He gently placed an arm on the man’s shoulder in pure confusion. “Why are you apologizing?” “You’re just a kid, I shouldn’t have let you tag along. That…. that was too dangerous, even for us pros.” Was he talking about the mission?

Kirishima sighed, leaning into the hug again as it was quite comforting. “I needed the experience, didn't I? That’s why I applied for your internship.” Fat Gum whimpered before holding the other’s head into him as if Kirishima was his own, legal son. Kirishima didn’t resist, he just rested his head in the hug and listened to the soft sobbing and apologies. Yes, himself and Tamaki had gotten pretty busted up from battle, but it was clearly nothing they couldn’t handle, right? “You saved me though, so…. why are you crying?” It was a legitimate question, caused by genuine curiosity. “You saved me and fulfilled your duty as a hero and a mentor. You shouldn’t be crying, you should be celebrating. After all, we saved that little girl from that monster, didn’t we?”

Just barely.

“I know,” Fat Gum whimpered as he tried to pacify his tears. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be acting like this infront of you.” He went to sit back, but stopped when he found scratched, bandaged, and bruised arms weren’t letting go of him. From his torso, Kirishima peered up gently, holding a bit tighter. He knew the other wasn’t okay. It wasn’t like Fat Gum to have breakdowns of any kind in front of others. His smile warmed Kirishima’s heart before he felt a hand gently run through his semi-greasy locks. “You’re looking good kiddo, I’m glad to see that.” Kirishima smiled. “Yeah, they say about another week then I can go home. After that, well,” he laughed a bit as he sat back. “I got some serious training to do.” He still wanted to be a hero. Fat Gum smiled as he poked the smaller in the stomach. “That so, huh?” Kirishima squealed, curling in on himself.

“Training will wait until you’ve rested,” he lectured with amusement in his tone. The other giggled as the finger continued to proad at the mostly bandaged torso. “Hehehe! But I-Ihehe’ve bhehehen bed b-bound for so long,” Ejiro giggled as he gently tried to push the hand away; only to be rewarded with a new hand prodding at him. “I don’t care. You are going to rest, do I make myself clear?” Poking and prodding now turned into gentle scribbles on the babe’s sides, earning just the lightest, airiest giggles from the hero in training. “Ah! W-Whahahait!” But it was far too late for that. Ejiro gently squirmed around as his mentor turned to face him better.

Deflated fingers alternated gently and slowly between scratching slightly pudgy sides, tracing along the taut stomach, and even going so far as to glide up and feather themselves along the mostly wrapped neck; causing the other to scrunch up. “It tickles,” Kirishima whined as he laid weakly, hardly trying to stop the other. He needed a bit of a laugh. “Really,” Fat Gum asked, faking surprise. “You're kidding me! The adorably tough hero, Red Riot, is ticklish?!” He stopped, letting out a fake gasp as he brought his hands to his mouth. Ejiro curled up slightly from the ghost tickles, confused on why the other had stopped.

“Oh no, this could be catastrophic news!” Eijiro giggled, rolling his eyes. Fat Gum reminded him a lot of his father sometimes. Goofy, overly caring, just overall a good guy to be around. “What,” the younger man dared to ask. “What,” Fat Gum repeated in disbelief. “Do you know how many villains could use such a weakness against you? Young hero, you must be ready to face these types of things.” Kiri felt like he knew where this was going. Oh no. He was already giggling, curling up as much as he could. “W-Wait,” he whimpered.

“Oh no, no, no, no,” Fat Gum tsked. “You said it yourself, you’ve been bed bound for weeks! You have to start training again as soon as possible, right? After finding such a weakness, I think right now might be the best time.” Ejiro shook his head a bit, giggling hysterically and squealing like a tot everytime Fat Gum launched a hand at him. “No, no tickling,” he giggled out. Oh, but it was too late. His fatherly figure had him scooped into his arms, holding him comfortingly and rather effectively to keep him trapped. Ejiro didn’t truly struggle, wiggling a bit but was clearly just doing it for show.

“So, where should we start first,” his mentor asked, hand gently tapping it’s fingers along the jiggling tummy. Kiri was giggling up a storm. “N-Nowhere,” he replied sheepishly. “Nowhere,” Fat Gum repeated teasingly. “I don’t believe nowhere is an option, Ejiro. Red Riot has to be ready to face all kinds of trials.” Not wanting to overdo it as the kid was still kind of mummified and really should be resting, Fata Gum gently lifted the red head’s arm and started to just barely drag his finger up and down the exposed hollow. Kirishima was hysterically giggling, curling into the other as much as he could and whining the whole time. “S-Sthahaop,” he whimpered, only to snort where Fat Gum moved down to gently trace over each of the ribs.

“You’re enemies won’t stop that easily Red Riot,” Fat Gum lectured. “Hehehe! But it tickles, chahahaome on!” This was a little embarrassing, but honestly, it was also kind of fun. Kirishima snuggled more and more into his hero, giggling like crazy. Even when the hand wasn’t touching him, the redhead hid his face in the older and just giggled his head off. It was amusing and quite frankly, adorable. These kids were so sweet, it scared the pro hero to think of what awaited them in years to come.

#bnha #mha #ejiro kirishima #red riot #fat gum #father son #tickles #tickling #ticklish #tickle fight #comfort #slight angst #hell answers

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lifewithdavefarts · 3 years

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DaveFarts - Episode 10 “The Elevator” [Episode List] After visiting a friend’s house, Tim and the gassy-as-usual Dave take a really slow elevator together.

The Elevator

I took a quick sip of beer as our friend Adam left the living room to get another can in his fridge. What was left was a weirdly awkward silence and Dave, with his own beer, glaring at me.

“Dude,” he whispered. “It’s been a hour. I thought you were gonna tell him.”

I chose Adam as the first non-Dave bud to come out to, but it ended up being surprisingly hard to do. It’s not like Dave was forcing me or anything, or that Adam was a bad person; on the contrary, Dave was simply there with me as my emotional support in case things go south (but we both know they won’t) and Adam was, well, just Adam. Dave’s rightful reaction to me not coming out as planned didn’t bother me and as I said he wasn’t there to intimidate a confession out of me.

“Look, I don’t feel ready, okay?”

“You’ve been talking about the weather for 20 minutes.” he hissed. “What’s next? Geology?”

I chuckled. “Actually, this reminds me that they found this weird rock in South Amer-“

“I can’t believe this.”

“What’s not to believe? You take a big shovel and-“

“And I’m gonna dig my own grave if you start talking about rocks.”

I chuckled again. I know he wasn’t really mad.

Annoyed? Maybe. But mad? Nah, that’s a stretch.

He had all the rights to be annoyed though, but in the end it was my decision to make and he knew this.

We kept whispering as we heard Adam rummaging the fridge like some kind of raccoon longing for a cold drink.

“Look.” I said. “it’s late now anyway. Let’s just leave. Sorry I wasted your time.”

“Fine.” he replied. “Let’s finish our beers first at least.”

“That goes without saying.” and I took a long sip.

Truth is that I hadn’t any real reason to hide my homosexuality from Adam or any other of my buds actually. First, we’re in our 20s, we’re all mature and open-minded here. And in the end, excluding the whole fart-thing going on with Dave, they were all like him, chill guys. Adam, despite always sounding like someone who wants to have none of your shit, or anyone’s shit really, more than once proved that it’s just a facade and not-so-deep down he’s always ready to listen and back you up whenever you needed it. He did just listen to me talking about the weather for 20 minutes, so either he’s fascinated by the subject or knows I’m trying to tell him something else and is just patiently waiting.

The thought of wasting both of my buds’ time in a way or another kind of bothered me to be honest, so I was more than okay with wrapping things up and just leave, which me and Dave did mere minutes later.

“See you bro.” my bud said to Adam, standing by the door, as we went outside in the hallway, not far from the stairs and the elevator “Tim wants to talk about rocks so I’m taking him out of here before he kills you with boredom.”

“The one they dug up in Colombia?” Adam asked, much to our surprise.

“Yeah.” I answered. “They know it’s andesite but it has some interesting carvings on the surface and-“

A startled “What the fuck.” from Dave echoed in the hallway and the entire apartment building.

“What the fuck indeed.” Adam uttered, rather excitedly, completely missing the point. “This could change the archeo-history of the entire region.”

“I heard enough.” Dave said as he walked towards the elevator.

Both me and the other rock-enthusiast laughed at his reaction.

“By the way, I’m going to join you for a bit as I gotta walk the dog.” Adam remembered, reaching for a leash behind him.

“We’ll see you outside then.” Dave replied and then turned to me. “Tim, elevator, now.” he ordered.

“You sure, guys? You remember that thing is slow as shit, right?”

“We’ll be fine.” my bud said, patting my back. “I guess I’ll make Tim last longer then.” he joked.

“That only happens when you call me ‘daddy’” I joked back, as we walked towards the elevator, leaving our common friend behind.

“Rrrright.” Adam said. “I’ll get the dog while you two solve your sexual tension. See you outside.”

I pressed the button to summon the lift, Dave’s arm still around my shoulder as if he had something to show me. Truth to be told, I somehow knew where this was going.

As the panels of the door opened, we stepped into the elevator cab. I pressed the “G” on the control panel. I heard a mechanical noise and the elevator started its long, slow descent (we were at the 10th floor), after the doors closed behind us of course.

It was a cold evening and the cab wasn’t any warmer. I turned to Dave, who was wearing a dark blue hoodie and a pair of grey jeans. He looked at me with a smirk, hands in his jeans pockets; he raised his eyebrows and, without warning, a loud thunder echoed in that enclosed moving space.

The roaring fart had a slow start, with some interruptions, actually a sign for how big it was, but Dave, being an expert, quickly tamed the gassy beast and properly “tuned” the sound of the blast after a couple of seconds, keeping a consistent pitch, while also making it sound loud and deep. It felt like he was ripping one of those huge “when the girl finally leaves” farts, only, well, Dave-sized, which is always a sight to behold… hear? In this case there was no girl so he probably simply held all of his farts in to not ruin “the moment”, in case I wanted to come out back at Adam’s place (with beer acting as a bonus fuel).

A silly smile was drawn on my bro’s face as the fart kept going strong and proud, sometimes reaching some incredibly loud moments. He chuckled a bit and even winked at me when the blast made some particularly “meaty” noises, if that makes any sense. The fart was impressive on his own but Dave “interacting” with me while still masterfully passing gas was incredible as well (and, of course, hot).

The number 6 on the control panel lightened up and only in that moment I realized two things: the first being that the elevator was indeed slow as fuck; the second is that around 40 seconds passed and neither Dave nor his fart “flinched”. I was widely aroused by that and I felt the air around us getting more and more “polluted”, but not in an unbearable way actually. The blast kept echoing inside the elevator and I’m pretty sure that it could have been easily heard, albeit a bit muffled, by anyone taking the stairs.

Dave farted in my face many times, but no fart reached the length and power of this one, which is saying a lot. My bud’s butt-burps normally last around 6-12 seconds and don’t get me wrong they’re amazing, but man, maybe this one rip would have been too much to endure even for me: it simply wouldn’t stop. It’s like there was a loud engine in the elevator which couldn’t be turned off as I couldn’t hear anything else.

I was instead the opposite of turned off and teasing bastard Dave Maning knew this and, as usual, had no issue with it. At this point it was a race between Dave’s longest fart and the world’s slowest elevator.

We were now at the 3rd floor and my bud probably wanted to do a “big finale”; he was visibly pushing the blast out now, as if he wanted it to last as long as possible, a smirk still drawn on his face. He closed his eyes and the sound made it look like another fart was ripped over the sound of the previous fart, as if two audio channels in his ass somehow overlapped. The sound was of course louder than ever; the smell now, and only now, getting a bit hard to get used to. But to be honest, Dave’s skills as a sound designer alone were impressive enough.

A big part of me, mainly the one between my legs, wanted to get on my knees and plant my face in his denim ass before the fart faded out, but I knew that would have been too much even for such a chill guy like him. I’m sure he wouldn’t hate me or anything at this point but we both know there are some untold boundaries and honestly it’s better this way. I know how lucky I am to have someone like him around (farts or not).

My farting bro probably read my mind as he slowly turned around and got closer, again without affecting the fart’s quality and, being a bit taller then me, basically farted on the upper part of my hip. It almost made my entire body shake due to its power and it felt good. Now I really wanted to bend down as if I was tying my shoes but what stopped me this time was also the thought of… not surviving. I was familiar with Dave’s farts but this was absurdly powerful even for him.

And finally, as Dave resumed his previous position, again looking at me, the fart stopped, followed by my friend letting out a relieved whistle, and then an immature cackle.

Not even 2 seconds after that the elevator reached its destination, stopping as well. I jokingly clapped my hand and shook my head in disbelief. “Bravo!” I said, as if I just watched some fancy stage play.

Dave simply smiled and turned his back at me to face the exit, as we both waited for the just-as-slow panel doors to open.

“At least not all the time here was wasted.” he laughed.

“Bro, we had a beer together. That’s never a waste of time for me.” I replied.

“Wow. Rocks, gay and cringe. You got it all, Tim!” he replied.

We both laughed at me being needlessly cheesy and finally stepped out of that gas chamber. Someone stepped in the cab as we left it and the doors closed, leaving us in the hallway at the ground floor. We heard muffled coughing noises almost immediately and we laughed again, as we knew the disgusting reason. Poor, innocent soul.

“Ok but bro” Dave then said, looking a bit more serious. “You gotta do it someday. Trust me you can trust all of us.”

“I know man.” I replied, as we walked towards the exit “Next time I meet Adam, doesn’t matter where and when, I’m gonna tell him that I’m gay.”

My voice echoed in the building and through the stairs, but I didn’t care.

“You’re… gay?”

Okay, I cared.

We both turned around, puzzled.

It was Adam, right behind us (with this dog on leash), descending one last set of stairs before ending up in front of us. Somehow he’s been slower than the elevator, which both me and Dave found hilarious but I also had other emotions going on that moment.

Dave patted my shoulder encouragingly and stepped back: it was my time to shine.

“Yep.” I simply said. “I wanted to tell you hours ago but I didn’t have the guts to do it.”

Adam just stared at me with a confused expression.

I didn’t feel as nervous as I anticipated. “Yes, Dave knows it…” I quickly added, noticing him staring at my other straight bud. “And I asked him to not tell anyone.”

A moment of silence followed and those always feel like they last hours.

“I mean you two clearly have been dating each other for years” Adam joked. “So it’s no surprise, really.”

“WHAT WE HAVE IS SPECIAL!” Dave shouted, jokingly faking a desperate reaction.

I simply laughed and before I could process how well everything was going I felt Adam doing something very unusual for him: he hugged me.

“I’m glad you told me, man.” he simply said. “You know you can count on us.”

I know times have changed and all but this felt like a victory. Every time I’m gonna come out to a friend of mine it’s one step closer to the peak of a mountain and once at the top I will finally-

“Fuck, I forgot my phone.” Adam said, patting his pockets. “I’ll just take the elevato-“

“NOOO!” both me and Dave screamed, knowing that it was still a deadly gas chamber.

Adam simply replied with an annoyed expression and went for the stairs, the dog just behind him.

“Oh hey by the way.” I asked. “What took you so long? You said the elevator was slow but somehow we made it here before you.”

“Don’t underestimate me.” he replied. “It’s just that I heard some weird noises echoing through the stairs and me and another guy tried to understand what it was.”

Dave tried to not to burst into laughter, while I simply smiled like an idiot. Adam and his dog then went up the stairs and left us in silence, not until my gassy bro decided to break it the way he usually does.

A loud fart erupted and echoed through the building, only lasting around 4 seconds this time.

“There it is again!” we heard Adam say, a couple floors above us.

Me and Dave shared an amused look and went outside trying to not laugh like immature idiots. I felt the cold weather all over me, which was relieving considering the gas trap I’ve been trapped into only minutes earlier.

Despite a slow, yet really entertaining elevator ride, and my awkwardness, no time went wasted today.

“I’m proud of you, bro.” Dave said, this time serious, but still smiling.

“Wow.” I replied. “Straight and cringe. You got it all, Dave.” and winked at him.

“Don’t get too cocky now, rock nerd.”

I was rock-hard, to be more precise that’s for sure, but that was a detail I’d take care of later, perhaps thinking back of that absurd elevator ride. Whenever I’m with Dave, I’ll make sure we’re never taking the stairs again.

End of Episode 10

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #gayfart #malefarts

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