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fleur-bbyy · 1 year

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mornication /// katsuki bakugo

rating: 18+

wc: 3.5k

warnings: sex (minors DNI), pet names, unprotected sex w/ no mentions of birth control (please be smart), mentions of drunken sex (please be smart here too), phone call during sex, afab! reader (i try to not be descriptive about skin colors so all can read, but if I slip up please let me know so I can correct it), bakugo with an eyebrow piercing, hockey!au, college!au, quirkless!au, pre-established situationship, slight breeding kink, characters aged up to 21+.

just wanted to thank everyone who liked and reblogged my work in the past week! when I decided to finally post some of my writing here, i was a bit NERVY, but seeing how many people actually like and appreciate it has me giggling and kicking me feet. so thank you from the bottom of my lil heart :’)

“i cant believe we did this again.”

the room was spinning when you opened your eyes after hearing the low grumbling the male voice beside you. the rays of sunshine streaming through the blinds made it almost impossible for you to open your eyes all the way, leaving you to squint as your eyes wandered around the room. all you could pick up was that you were in some hotel before you registered your pounding head and groaned into the pillow, throwing your face down in it to try and block out the world from your eyes. some details of last night came back to you, just a few, though.

all you could remember was that katsuki and the guys won their hockey game against the school’s top rivals and that caused the after party at the club near the hotel you were staying at to be crazier than usual. you also remembered agreeing to share a hotel room with a certain sexy blonde to cut down the cost. you told yourself that you guys could keep it in your pants for one night of drinking.

clearly you were very wrong.

you were almost asleep again when the bed shifted, scaring you awake from any sleep you were about to get. you turned your head out of the pillow and looked up to see the back of the man you had shared yourself with last night.

the man you had shared yourself with for multiple nights.

he was still naked. colorful kt tape adorned his back, making little ‘v’ shapes in between his shoulder blades and lower back. after the rough game he played last night followed by an intense after party, you knew he had to be sore. you watching the way his powerhouse muscles rolled and rippled as he bent down to pull on his boxers and sweatpants over his taut ass.

your mind took over and you couldn’t resist reaching out smacking his butt while it was still naked. he jumped a bit, clearly not expecting the sudden contact. he smirked down at you as he looked over his shoulder.

“‘bout fuckin’ time you woke up.” he said as he continued dressing himself. sadly covering up his ass you were simply fascinated with and covering his upper half with a tight, wife-beater black tank.

“wish i wasn’t awake. my head is pounding.”

“mine was too. left pain meds and water on your nightstand for when you woke up.” you smiled at the thought of such a sweet gesture coming from a brash man like him. you flipped over again to face the side your nightstand was on, eyeing the horse-pill sized medication and now-melted ice water. you didn’t realize you were still naked until the blanket slid from your body as you sat up. nipples hardening as soon as they hit the cold air all hotels insist on keeping circulated throughout their rooms. you quickly took the gigantic pills and drank half of the water before flopping back onto the bed, boobs bouncing from the action. it didn’t go unnoticed by katsuki.

“nice tits.” he plainly stated, as if he were complimenting something mundane like a shirt or shoes and not a private area of your body.

“thanks, nice dick.” staring at the imprint his cock left in his sweats was like something out of a porno. even soft, the man still managed to look hung. you never thought the saying ‘third leg’ was a real thing until you met katsuki. he gave a light laugh at your reciprocated banter.

“care to tell me why you were up so early after a rough game, mister?”

“can’t let myself get behind, athlete’s gotta train, sweetheart.” your face and neck began to heat at the little pet name.

“maybe if you gave yourself a break, you wouldn’t have to doll yourself up in the pretty-colored tape.” he laughed at you again and sat down next to you, removing the part of the blanket that still covered your lower half and lightly stroking your bed head.

“then i wouldn’t have a good excuse to get you to touch me while you patch me up.” he still had that darkened look of lust in his ruby red eyes and you assumed he either didn’t have enough of you last night or you were both too intoxicated to remember. it’s not like you guys went out of your way to fuck when you were drunk, it just happened to play out that way. you couldn’t help that you both turned into to horny-fucking-bastards when you drank.

he removed one of his hands from your hair and trailed it down to one of your breasts. kneading the fat and pinching at your already hard nipple. you felt arousal start to build up in your core as you softly moaned under his touch.

“y’know,” you said in between whines, “we’ve never had sex sober.” you both gave it some thought as he continued to absent-mindedly play with your chest. you were right. every time the two of you ended up stumbling into bed together, you were always either both tipsy or completely sloshed, making it hard to remember fine details of the night’s event the morning after. all you know is that you were usually left with sore legs from whatever crazy positions your tainted heads came up with. bakugo furrowed his eyebrows as he thought about it too, the metal of his brow piercing reflecting the light. his face softened again as he looked you deep in the eyes.

“we’re sober now, aren’t we?” his pretty, infectious smile sending more jolts of pleasure down to your now-aching clit after so much teasing with you nipples. you gave him a devilish smirk as you grabbed the soft skin of his cheeks and pulled his lips down to meet yours. soon after, his tongue snakes out of his mouth and into yours. saliva mixing and rolling out of your mouth and onto your chin as the two of you shoved your faces together as close as they would go. you bit his lower lip and pulled it away from his mouth to get closer to yours, satisfied to hear that lovely groan come from his pretty lips.

you whined into his mouth when he moved his hand from your chest, your disappointment not lasting long as he moved his hand to where you really needed it. rubbing lazy little circles on your clit that lit your entire body alight. you were dripping so much that tiny droplets flew every time he completed a circle around. you were panting like a bitch in heat under his touch, already getting so desperate for release.

his pace quickened and he was able to slide a curious finger into you when he moved his body to lay atop yours. his thumb doing most of the work on your clit whilst his middle finger repeatedly hit your sensitive g-spot, making you see stars. no, the entire universe, because of his touch.

“you gonna cum f’me baby? i know you got it in ya. don’t worry about messin’ up the sheets, we’re leaving today anyways.” you felt yourself beginning to come undone from his magically skilled fingers and still-raspy morning voice. the tight, but sloppy circles on your clit sent a wave of pleasure straight to your hole every time he completed a rotation, causing your pussy to clench down onto his fast, skilled finger as that fire burning in your stomach only grew.

“kats… baby i can’t hold on for much longer.” you mewled at him, breathlessly. he kept up his pace. never moving slower or faster. determined to have you come undone at least once before he fucks you again.

“then cum f’me, sweet girl. I wanna feel you drip down my fuckin’ fingers.” his words set the fire in your stomach ablaze to unspeakable heights. you finally let go around his hand, your orgasm blinding and earth shattering. thighs shaking so violently that katsuki had to use his free hands to try and soothe them to a relaxing point.

“atta girl. you did so damn good baby.” he praised as he attempted to give you a moment to catch your breath.

“fuck me. wan’ you s’bad.” your words slurred together as you were trying to come down from the ecstasy his fingers just brought upon you. he laughed in your ear, lightly slapping your thigh as he lifted himself off from being over you and flipped you onto your stomach and into the jockey position. you felt him shuffling behind you as he pulled his cock out from the confines of his clothes and lined himself up with your inviting entrance.

“i’m gonna take care of you. don’t move a fuckin’ muscle.” and with that he pushed all the way into you, a shared moan leaving your lips and his. your eyes were heavy from your previous orgasm and from the fact you were already sleepy to begin with. the vicious pace katsuki had already set with his hips kept you from even thinking of falling back asleep. his pelvis became flush with your ass and his heavy balls kissed your abused clit with every thrust in. your warm walls sucked him in so good, as if you guys were two puzzle pieces that were always meant to be put together. your liquid arousal dripped out of you and onto him, making him loudly groan at the sight. your cute little moans made him want to bust in you already.

the pair of you were quickly pulled from your euphoric state when katsuki’s phone began buzzing so violently it almost vibrated itself off his nightstand. you both tried to ignore it, but the unrelenting buzz buzz buzz sound began to ruin your pleasant morning.

with an annoyed growl, bakugo reached over to grab his phone, his pace inside you never once faltering and he continued to pound into your sweet cunt like his life depended on it. he turned the screen to face him and saw that half the team had been blowing his phone and his personal group chat with his friends and you (you always kept them on dnd because they distracted you too easily) also ringing to life. he pulled the little half-slide trick to read the messages without them knowing he read them and found that they were looking for you both. some of them genuinely wondering if katsuki was dead because he was never sleeping in this late. he roughly slapped your juicy ass to elicit another sweet moan from you as he slid open the chat all the way.

hey man, everyone’s looking for you. wya?

yeah, we’re beginning to get worried, kacchan

and where’s sparks?

sparks. that silly little nickname given to you on your twenty-first birthday when you drunkenly tried to stick a fork in an outlet. “for science reasons” you said. nobody ever let you live it down and they still never let you around metal when you guys were drinking.

katsuki was once again pulled from his thoughts by his phone buzzing again, denki calling him now, and by the feeling of you pushing your hips back to meet his dominating thrusts. he reached down to wrap his hand around the front of your throat, “i said don’t. fucking. move.” the last three words punctuated by rougher thrusts into your sobbing, sopping wet little cunt. his ringing phone still in hand when he got an idea.

“since these extras won’t get the hint, i’m gonna answer them. think we can play up a little show, angel?” you breathlessly moaned out a “yes” before throwing your head into the pillows. your gummy walls beginning to clamp down on him harder, you were close.

he devilishly grinned as he pressed the ‘answer call’ button on his screen and put his phone on speaker, throwing it near your head so your friends could hear you loud and clear. the influx of voices bled into the air.

“thank god you answered dude! we were really beginning to freak! thought you were de- wait… what the fuck is that sound?” it was kaminari talking on the phone, but he could definitely hear the voices of kirishima and midoriya next to him along with some other voices he couldn’t quite identify in the background. he could hear the loud hum of the air conditioning, so he assumed they were still in someone’s hotel room. katsuki quickened his pace and reached around under you to rub your clit and bring you even closer to the edge. your moaning was louder, unrelenting. ready to give him all of your sweet juices.

“well? get on with it? ya really gonna interrupt me ‘n my girl having the best fuck of our lives and just go silent? or do you guys enjoy being nasty fuckin’ pervs?” my girl. his girl. your heart and pussy both fluttered at the two simple words that left his mouth. your lips breaking into a sweet, sleepy smile.

the grip his free hand had on your ass cheek once again pulling you out of any sweet thoughts you could have and back into the filthy ones. so close to release, you were teetering off the edge. the tight coil of pressure building in your stomach, begging to unravel around the thick cock of the muscular man behind you.

“c’mon, baby, show these nasty extras what you sound like when you cum on my cock.” that one perverse sentence was the one to finally throw you off the edge. white hot pleasure overtook your spent body. practically screaming his name as clear liquid splashed onto his toned stomach and dripped down his sweat pant-clad thighs and your naked ones, seeping onto the plush mattress and ruining the sheets. he held his tight black top up to avoid getting any of your messy release on it.

katsuki let out a guttural growl, “fuck yes. you hear that boys? hear how my nasty fuckin’ slut just squirted all over me?” you hated to admit it, but the thought of your shared friends listening into the two of you fuck like a digital peep show was so exhilarating to you. it was by far the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done during sex. by the pride in katsuki’s voice, you could tell he felt the same way.

his thrusts started to become sloppy and rougher, signaling that he was very close to his own release. his hips quickening as the sound of skin slapping skin also got louder and filled the thick air.

“fuck baby fuck baby.. ‘m gonna fuckin’ bust so hard. want to me cum in you? want me to fill this slutty fucking pussy?” his deep voice was laced with desperate groans as he so badly wanted to let himself go. you feverishly shook your head ‘yes’ at him, still moaning and yelling at the overstimulation.

the thought of his friends still listening in filled katsuki with a sense of pride that he’d never felt before and the sight of your naked body so weak under him making him so close to release that he could practically taste it. he began to feel his balls tighten and constrict, signaling that he was just a few thrusts away from a mind blowing orgasm. the straw that broke the camel’s back was the sight of your peachy little ass rippling and bouncing every time his hips thrusted in. a loud groan ripped from his throat as he pushed in one final time and painted your pretty walls white. the two of you were covered in a light sheen of sweat, little bits of his hair stuck to his wet forehead. some of it dripped down onto you and he used his thumbs to try and wipe some away. the feeling of rough hands performing such a gentle gesture just for you made your heart swell.

he was about to reach for his phone that still had the call going, when you lazily reached out for it instead.

“hope you enjoyed the show, boys, we’ll be down in a few!” somehow you made your sleepy voice sound so sultry it made katsuki’s softening cock twitch inside you again, like he could already go for round two. he was pulled from any thoughts of fucking you again when you wiggled your hips as a signal for him to pull out and he reluctantly did.

“what? done with me already?” he teased.

“never, just don’t want to leave them waiting for too long.” you weakly pushed yourself up and got out of the bed to head to the bathroom.

“we can leave them waiting as long as we fuckin’ please after the show we just gave them. and don’t forget to pee, i’ll have your ass inna chokehold if you get a damn infection!” he had to slightly yell the last part so it could reach your ears behind the closed bathroom door.

“whaddya think i’m doing in here, dimwit!” you yelled back. you loved being one of the few that could tease the temperamental man without having to worry about it being your last day on earth if you do. he chuckled to himself as he searched for another pair of pants to wear, now that his current ones were tainted with your juices.

you exited the bathroom as he finished redressing himself. he could tell you had just brushed your teeth due to the scowl that was always on your face after you did. he knew you abhorred the taste of toothpaste. hell, you were still using children’s toothpaste when he met you and teased you into being an adult and ditching the strawberry sparkle flavor you could actually tolerate. he nudged your shoulder and pointed at your still half full glass of water, telling you without words to drink it to get rid of the taste.

you finished the glass began to pick up your clothes and dress in silence. you both loved the domestic feel in the room after you made love. this time, though, you would actually be able to remember it since you guys weren’t drunk of your asses.

“can’t believe we did this again.”

“you’re telling me. call me crazy, but i’m beginning to think you actually like me or something.” you stated with fake shock in your voice.

it took both of you until now to admit it, but you were both tired of just being a drunk hookup buddies. trying to make this situationship or whatever clearly wasn’t happening since you were always yearning for something more. yearning for more time together. yearning to be something bigger, better than just fuck buddies.

“well miss, i don’t believe you’re crazy. just a little stupid.”

“hey!” you swatted at his thick bicep.

“y’know i’m just playing, princess.” he walked around to your side of the bed to help you pack your clothes together as his were already done, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek as he bent down to get your leftover things.

“I don’t know mister, I think you’ll have to take me out to prove that you’re just playing.”

“take you out now?”

“yes sir!” you ruffled his pretty, blonde locks and gave him a playful salute. he shook his head and took your bags from you. insisting that he carry yours and his. your heart pounded a little faster in your chest at the sweet gesture.

“‘s a date then,” he smiled at you as he gathered your key cards and left them on the table where they were when you arrived, “and stop calling me sir before ‘m forced to take you again.”

“you don’t have the energy to do it again!” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

“oh yes i sure ‘s hell do. one look at your ass and ‘m ready to go again.” he playfully smacked your ass and wolf whistled at you, causing a light yelp to escape from your lips. even though he carried both of your bags, he still managed to open the hotel room door for you.

“okay. I guess I can be good for you, sir.” you said, slyly as you walked through the opening and out into the carpeted hallway.

“you’re on thin fuckin’ ice, sparks.”

“as long as i’m with you on the ice, i couldn’t give two shits.” you got on the tips of your toes to kiss his soft, pink lips. he moved his mouth in tandem with you, neither of you wanting the lovely moment to end.

you ended up pulling away first after losing your balance from staying on your tiptoes for too long. he offered you his available hand to help you gain your footing, but even after you were stable again, he didn’t let go.

“ready to face those extras downstairs?”

“readier than ready.” you said with a slight giggle. you weren’t easily embarrassed by sex. with all honesty, the thought of your friends getting flustered by hearing to two of you made you want to either cream your pants or physically laugh out loud.

you trickled out of your thoughts when you noticed that katsuki’s hand was still intertwined with yours, still not attempting to pull himself away for you.

you smiled and quietly sighed with delight as you kept walking down the hotel hallway to reach the elevator. you didn’t let him go, either.

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secondbeatsongs · 1 year

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new year, new food crime

I hate it when recipe bloggers tell you the entire rundown of their day before giving the recipe, so just to start off, I'm going to put this here:

3 cups of liquid (water + shrimp water) 3 packets unflavored gelatin 1 tbsp vegetable base (or a bouillon of some kind; that'd probably be fine) 1 large handful of shrimps (approx 20) 3 eggs, hard-boiled and sliced 1 small bag mixed frozen vegetables, thawed a gelatin mold or bowl with a capacity of 4 cups

now, looking at this ingredients list you might be asking, "hey SBS, what the fuck did you cook this time?" and to that I say: buckle up.

so I've been watching Arne & Carlos' videos for a bit, firstly because I was curious if they were gay (they seem to be), and secondly because I like their knitting patterns

but their channel isn't just knitting! they also cook together, and it's fun and chaotic, and one of the things they cooked…intrigued me.

I don't know how this dish is spelled. cabaret? kabaret? there are only a few recipes for it online, and most of those are not in english. but essentially, it is a Norwegian aspic with shrimp, vegetables, and hard-boiled egg in it.

what is aspic, you might ask? well, it's…I mean…it's meat jello. that's what it is. you cook meat for a while (some recipes say to use pig's feet, snout, etc), and it makes a gelatinous broth, which solidifies when it cools.

delightful!

however, I am not willing to make aspic from scratch for this, so I substituted it with unflavored gelatin packets. hooray!

(apparently in Norway, you can buy packets of instant aspic! but since you can't do that here, I looked up what ingredients are in instant aspic, and after putting them through google translate, decided "huh, seems like gelatin powder with some kind of bouillon", so that's how I ended up here)

this recipe isn't so much cooking as it is…construction. like sure, you heat up the gelatin, but after that it's pretty much just putting stuff together.

and apparently you can make this with pre-cooked or canned shrimp, but I only had the raw frozen kind, so I put them in a saucepan with just enough water to cover them, heated them until they were fully cooked, and then saved the water from the pan to mix in with the gelatin.

so, shrimpy water + enough water to make 3 cups of liquid, and then I mixed in vegetable base until it tasted…fine. (it didn't taste good, it just tasted…okay.)

then I heated up the liquid in the microwave (in a big 4-cup measuring cup), mixed in the three gelatin packets, and there you go! that's all of the cooking done.

now, for the assembly.

I put some of the shrimp all the way at the bottom of the jello mold, trying to arrange it so that it would look nice. I sliced the hard-boiled eggs, and put the prettiest slices of egg around the edges, sprinkling in some vegetables and pouring gelatin as I went.

…and then I gave up on being artistic, and just kinda lumped everything else in, and covered it with the gelatin mixture.

(unfortunately I didn't think to take pictures of the assembly portion of this, because I was multitasking at the time and got distracted, but you'll just have to trust me that it was a tolerable experience, and didn't look very interesting)

after that I chucked it into the fridge (gently), and left it alone while I streamed with makerrcat for a bit, stayed up way too late, and then passed out in a dramatic fashion.

13-ish hours later, I rescued it from its frigid prison.

hmmm

stare into the murky depths with me for a moment. look at this…nightmarish placid soup. this motionless broth.

one of my egg slices definitely didn't get covered all the way.

ah, well.

to unmold this monstrosity, I put it in a bowl of hot water for a minute or so, until it seemed like it could pull away from the edges. it really didn't take much, so if you (god forbid) try this yourself, keep an eye on it. gelatin melts fast.

then I put a plate over the jello mold, and flipped it over.

after a few tense seconds, it released from the mold with a slimy kthnk sound.

carefully. nervously. I lifted the mold.

and then I let out an involuntary "oh!" because…

…it's kind of…eerily beautiful?

like in a horrifying sort of eldritch way, it looks…lovely

vegetables and shrimp and eggs, suspended not just in space but in time, preserved and surrounded by a gelatinous cocoon…

I just like staring at it, okay! I just think it looks cool! so here's another picture of it from the side:

the egg slices…the little bits of yolk…enchanting

it definitely smells like food. but it's unclear what kind. vaguely shrimp-vegetable-egg, but muddled

let's cut into it

oh. oh god. it made kind of a…squelch? when I cut it?

hold on, you have to experience this for yourselves

god. deeply unsettling.

now, seeing what the inside is like is kind of interesting! there are places where the gelatin has sort of splintered apart from being cut, and there are gaps where pieces of vegetable have fallen out.

but...how does it taste?

...

fuck.

I really like it

this bizarre combination of textures is weirdly satisfying! the squish of the egg and the gelatin, the slight crunch of the vegetables and shrimp, it's just…good?

the gelatin itself just tastes vaguely of broth, but I don't mind it! I don't know if I would eat it by itself, but with the shrimp, egg, and veggies, it's perfectly okay!

the shrimp, egg, and vegetables of course just taste (respectively) like shrimp, egg, and vegetables, but that's...fine? I like all of these things, so this is pretty enjoyable!

so, some of the recipes I managed to find mention serving it with sort of a mayo-mustard mix, so obviously I have to try that

this...helps? like, it tastes really pleasant?

not that it was bad before, but it remains an enjoyable experience!

and a video that I saw (but could not understand) seemed to show it served on a piece of bread, again with the mayo-mustard.

this is also fine! I enjoy this too! I don't feel like it needs the bread, but it's all right!

this is bizarre.

I think most people would probably hate this. it's got the look of a 1960s party food (which is probably what it is), and "meat jello" isn't a texture that modern society regularly enjoys, but…I love it.

I actually love this.

I kind of understand now why people call dishes like this a "jello salad", because…I mean, I'm eating it, and my brain is saying, "yup. this is a salad" and I have no fucking idea why, but this right here? salad. for sure.

cold, wet salad.

damp, even.

so like...is this objectively good food? probably not.

but is it fun to eat? I think so.

it's refreshing, somehow. it's light, but also more filling than I expected it to be. I have no idea how much would be considered a reasonable serving, but I intend to figure it out as I go along.

so I'm not saying "go make this!" because although this combination of textures plays well with my brain in particular, I don't think that would be the case for everybody.

but I will be eating the rest of this.

weirdly? weirdly, it's just good.

an edit, a few days later:

I have done it. I have consumed the entire thing. and I enjoyed every bite of it.

in fact, I plan on making it again! probably more than once!

food crime? no. food…

(pauses to look up what the opposite of "crime" is)

…food blessing. food virtue. food achievement! food…benevolence.

this is what cabaret is.

at least, that's what it is to me.

(create and consume at your own risk.)

#food crimes #food #beware the tags if you haven't clicked the read more #beyond this point there are spoilers #well. I dunno. can a food crimes post be spoiled? who knows. probably #anyway #you have been warned #cabaret #kabaret #aspic #gelatin #shrimp #by the way #I decided a reasonable serving is about 1/4 of this recipe #that was enough for lunch #serve it with a slice of bread and a glass of milk #and I think that'd probably be enough for dinner #for me anyway #idk how other humans operate #I did genuinely enjoy this by the way #this isn't a joke - I really genuinely loved this #there was something so pleasant about the texture #it's hard for me to explain #but it was delightful #joyous even #and I will make it again #oh! another thing #one thing that's the opposite of ''crime'' is ''justice''#so it could be ''food justice''#which is‚ if I'm not mistaken‚ what happens in a food court

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jess-the-vampire · 2 months

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Another thought from an old theory from back when Kings tide aired

That the belos goop that was left behind in the demon realm reformed into another belos, so two of them one in each realm

Belos did a mitosis

And all this talk about body horror with arofam made me think about it again

maxchatt200 asked: Another thing about that belos body split theory was that it wasn’t a new belos Belos was just in two places at once One mind spread across two bodies So he wasn’t all there

honestly it is worth asking if belos could theoretically just transfer his mind to the rest of that goo if it were in another place.

like usually with other "Goo" based villians and characters, the idea is you have to destroy ALL of them, because they can revive themselves from even a surviving drop.

and they added so many goo powers to belos, you could assume this would apply too, even tho the show kinda wants him to actually be gone this time.

i don't know if this works, but also this is a show where belos has so many powers it's not out of the realm of plausibility either.

i mean even without the stuff left behind in kt, he left a lot around during the events of s3, so like...is he dead if there's more goo of him still around that was never melted by any rain?

Cause the idea i keep hearing for why he HAD to be dead was "Oh, the rain disintegrated him"

but also like, he's left bits of him everywhere at this point, that were not hit by rain......so theoretically can't he just come back in that?

(Oh no, this is reminding me why i have issues with his death scene again)

Again, character bible, he needs a character bible.

#the owl house #toh #emperor belos #philip wittebane

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agent-troi · 3 months

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WIP game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

lol I got triple tagged by @virtie333 @randomfoggytiger @katy-kt-katie 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 the original post was getting long so I decided to make a new one👍🏻

idk if this counts since I just wrote it in my head while i was thinking about my next fic, but here you go:

She called out to him with increasing desperation, but her voice melted into the wind the moment it passed her lips.

wow that’s 21 words so i’m probably gonna tag some people who’ve already been tagged😅

@skelavender @doctorbeverlycrusher @keldabe-kriff @angrywarrior69 @muizeke83 @mylittleredgirl @television-overload @divinemissem13 @perpetually-weirdening @mollybecameanengineer @eighthprincessofheart @cipher-fresh @muldernose @mulderno @numinousmysteries @that-one-curly-haired-chick @stargatelov3r @dsmulder4u @vampirewalterskinner @scullysexual @mulderwearingglasses

#wip game #tag game #fanfic #x files fanfic

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fatuismooches · 8 months

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sobinf... pantalone.,.,...,, ;;; i mkss him :(((( PANTLAOEN :'((((((((( PANTMALOEN I MISS YPU PANTLAPNE COME.BACK KT S BEEN YEARS PANTLOANF....,,..,,.,,,.,.,.,;;B WAHABSBHHSHH PANTALONEEEEEE :'((((((((((((((((( - 🎈 misses pantalone :(

I KNOW 🎈 ANON I KNOW. 😭 I MISS THAT HANDSOME BANKER WAY TOO MUCH UGHHH WBQDKWQBDQQ 💔💔💔💔 WE NEED HIM RIGHT NOWWWWW ITS NOT FAIRRRR *crumples to the floor and explodes*

... anyway. I've been thinking about Pantalone's hands. I believe despite trying his hardest to get rid of all of the scars and bruises he got from his childhood, some marks still remain on his hands and fingers. Which is why he never takes off his gloves in front of others, sometimes he doesn't even take them off when he's alone. He doesn't like to be reminded of those days. So he would just,, melt when you kiss his hands so tenderly with all of the love in the world. Sure, they're not perfect to him, but they're perfect to you. The same hands that belong to the man that makes you so happy and loved every day without fail <3

I've also had a little thought about Pantalone dealing with someone in a higher position than him,, like one of the top Harbingers. You're undoubtedly stronger than him, with a vast amount of knowledge but... um, you have no clue how to deal with money and budget matters, which is leading to issues within your squad... So you have to go to him for help... which he couldn't help but chuckle because someone on God level strength is in his office helpless with managing MORA. To say he abuses this privilege and teases you is a damn understatement.

#smooches talks #🎈 anon #pantalone love notes <3 #pantalone he ho hehehe 😂 im not okay!

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ask-clara · 6 months

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eeerrrrrrrrkkk.

…

“...perkins?”

eeeee-rrrrrrrrrrrr…. speech-language…. module.. d-d- .. dam a .. ged…

“oh, perkins,” the girl in red frowned, padding over to the gate where he had dutifully been standing watch. “what happened while i was gone?”

perkins started emitting some suspicious black smoke, perhaps in an attempt to reply, and she shook her head vigorously—“actually, don’t answer that.”

she spent a moment looking at the poor robot—it appeared he hadn’t suffered any visible damage, but clearly something was wrong. clara sighed, patting perkins gently. “well, let’s see what we can do, okay?”

she stood, turning to lead him away, when suddenly—

AAAAEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEERRRRR.

clara whirled around to see perkins barreling down the path (in the opposite direction she needed him to go), careening side to side as if he were seasick.

ERRRRRK. ERRRRRRKK. AAAEEEEEE. AEEEEERRRRR RRRRRR. eeerk… errrkkkkkkk …. ..

the robot’s whines and groans trailed off into the distance, and she was forced to cast aside her confusion, calling after him desperately and following in pursuit before he could get so far that she lost him.

amidst the frantic chase, the girl in red had failed to notice just how many twists and turns perkins had been leading her down. she suddenly remembered to tune into her surroundings, only to come to the conclusion that she could not recognize a single landmark. and that was a very frightening conclusion to arrive at.

the snow felt much colder under her bare feet. it bit and it stung.

clara was alone—no svarog. and no friends. and perkins was hurt.

tears had already been flowing down her flushed cheeks, but she had no clue for how long; she wiped her eyes in one swift movement, pressing forward.

it had been a while since she’d heard the robot whine or creak at all; clara slowed to a stop, heaving and trying not to cry again. but she kept walking, rounding a corner—

and there was perkins in all his smokey glory, finally still and finally quiet, save for a few twitches and moans. he was looking at something.

eerrrrp. the robot seemed to purr inquisitively. if he had a proper head, it would have been tilted to the side as he studied the something clara had yet to put her gaze on. his lights blinked erratically.

“perkins, oh—“ she rushed to him, throwing herself to the ground and placing her hands on him very gently as if to simulate a comforting touch to a human.

zzzzzzzzzzzz, he buzzed. zzzzzz.

cla. ra. clar. ah. .. . k. k. kt. kcht. clara.

perkins inched forward with a crrreeeeaaaaak, finally pulling the girl’s attention to the unfamiliar and very concerning sight before the two.

zzzzzzp, perkins buzzed.

there was something strange here, indescribable. it would be easily missed if you weren’t looking closely—it was as if the space in this spot had been torn unto itself, like it was a sort of fabric poorly stitched back together. the only distinguishable feature was how it distorted everything around it and through it.

clara waved her hand behind the strange pocket, watching it warp the image of her palm with fascination.

ZZZP, perkins said. he sounded upset. it was times like these where the girl would listen to him. she was good at listening.

so why was she not listening?

clara eagerly ooched closer to the image, hearing the gentle, pulsing noise that billowed from it like ripples in the water. she could have sworn she felt the waves of the sounds on her very skin. and the numbness that had frozen her toes and fingers began to melt alarmingly quickly, jolts of warmth spreading through her limbs and up her spine like volts of lightning.

EEEEE-EEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEE. K-LA-RA. K-LA-RA.

K-LA-RA.

…

the last thing she saw was a flash of fragmented purple light before a painful sensation tugged on the rear of her mind like a taut leash—and she was consumed by an inky blackness.

the snow was smooth and undisturbed where the girl in red had sat transfixed, and there was no perkins—there was not a trace of anything having happened at all.

#🌌 into the hoyoverse #me..!! — (❛◡❛✿)

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thesmpisonfire · 8 months

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i think whats happening with how ppl are perceiving forever rn was doomed to happen to whoever won the presidency to be honest… i think the real conflict that’s happening between 4halo rn is forever is trying to work within the federation’s system to make things better while bad hates that the system got put into power in the first place which is suchhh a fun conflict i hope the streamers are able to have fun with it

For me kts so funny like bbh u fucking lilhypocrite y were also eunning for president <333 sorry nonnien i cant ralk more than that brain melting

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bwoahtastic · 1 year

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Lewis giving Nico the address of his pack house and telling him to stop by whenever he needs to and Nico keeping the scrap bit of paper in his pocket and nodding but not really thinking he would go until freezing weather arrives and Nico doesn't manage to get a place at the shelter (or he's going to get a place but then sees a younger omega with a pup and gives up his place) so he's shivering and scared and heads towards Lewis' house and hovers outside, just looking in and one of the pack spots him and alerts Lewis who immediately runs out to stop Nico from running away again

Oh plss!!

Nico keeping Lewis's address close, the slip of paper always tucked in his pocket even though he knows it by heart. He doesnt use it for a while, just because he is scared of being a burden, but then it becomes winter and the shelter is almost full and Nico is stressing. He gets a place to sleep, the last available bed but right adter him, a young momma with a pup (Max?) Comes in and Nico gives up his spot for him!

Nico going to the address, where he has been before just to observe from outside, and one of the pack members spots him and alerts Leais who rushes outside and beckons Nico to come in. Nico being hesitant but Lewis smells so safe and familiar and a grumpy looking omega (kev) comes over with warm soup and tries to purr loudly to soothe him!

Nico being skittish but just melting into Lewis when he sits next to him on the sofa and Lewis tells him all is gonna be okay!

Nico freshly showered and in clean, not worn our clothing and he is fidgeting and nervous and Lewis asks why, and Nico tells him about the young momma and pup? Sure Max said he was 18 when he talked to the lady there but he looked younger and Nico just worries for him! Nico asking if they could take Max in instead of Nico because Nico can handle the shelter and but kts no place for momma with pup, but ofcourse Lewis has both of them stay!

#asks #runaway au

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man-squared · 1 year

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How I Use TransTape

So as some of you know, I've recently tried three types of tape for binding-- KT tape, off-brand trans tape from Amazon, and name brand TransTape. KT tape was less than ideal, the off-brand tape was better but very similar and not the best, and currently the name brand TransTape is working well. I am not well-experienced at all with this, but I wanted to list some things that have worked for me and things that I wish I had done. Almost all of these, however, are things in the instructions or in online how-tos.

I also want to preface that I have small-to-medium breasts. I would say I am a B or maybe C cup. Your cup size will affect how much tape you use and how it will look for you.

First, I wish I had done a test strip like advised on the sites and boxes. What I mean by this is sticking a small piece to your skin to see how you react to it. I think this would've prepared me for the itchiness.

What helped with keeping the tape on the skin and from pulling off (even a bit with the off-brand tape) was rounding out the 4 edges. You don't have to cut off a lot, just round them out so it sticks to the skin better.

For me, I used about 3 blocks on the tape. The tapes I used had grids on the back of it with a few little lines between bolded lines. I used the bolded lines (and thinner lines if needed) as a guide for how long to cut the tape. This may be different for you.

Going off of that, since my breasts aren't very large, I use about 3 strips of the on-brand tape. I used a lot more for the KT and off-brand tape. However, I also like to flatten my chest a lot, not masculinize it. Your ideal flatness will affect how much tape you use, along with your cup size.

For KT and off-brand tape, you can just carefully pull it off or shower to get the tape off. For the on-brand TransTape, I highly recommend using the oil (or something similar to it) because it hurts so much to pull this tape off your skin.

If you have someone you trust to see you in a vulnerable moment (you know, seeing you possibly struggle with the tape and also without bindage), I recommend having them there with you. My girlfriend helped me a lot, especially when I was melting down at how the process was going. Your person could give you emotional support, push you through the process, or help you/do it for you.

There are more tips you can find online, and there are videos on YouTube that may help you figure out the process. Unfortunately, for larger cup sizes, there are some lacking resources, and also unfortunately, I can not fully help you out there. I can just say, if this is something you want and can get, give it a try and take it slow. It might not work, but it could.

And lastly, remember, your gender is not tied to your presentation. If you don't wanna bind for any reason, you never have to. And if you want to bind, even if you don't have dysphoria about your top, go for it! I full heartedly believe that gender and transness should be about happiness and fulfillment, and it is all very personal.

#trans #tgnc #binding #transtape #binding tape #trans resources #resources #long #man² #experience #advice

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almostlikequake · 1 year

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What If The Problem (From Lockwood & Co) Existed In House Of Anubis?

Under The Assumption That None Of The British Kids Have Talent:

Would that mean that half the show just doesn't happen because of ghosts and Sources so the Cup Of Ankh would just get melted at the end of season 1 by DEPRAC because it kinda conjured Sarah Frobisher-Smythe's ghost but it also put her at peace. (This is assuming that they badly salted Sarah's room where she died and her ghost slipped out or whatever or that the Paragon connection be that strong that salt does not stop Sarah's ghost.) Or the Cup gets melted by DEPRAC at the start of season 2 because of Senkhara's ghost. But given that the furnace in the S1 finale didn't melt the Cup means that the Cup has some kinda otherworldly properties making impossible to melt so it probably would be just shoved in a silverglass container and kept in some high security storage facility or something like that.

That then leads to season 2 happening completely differently. Because Senkhara's ghost doesn't exist and Sarah's ghost can't send messages through the Dollhouse. But given both of those can't happen, the mystery of season 2/ the search for the Mask Of Anubis then just wouldn't happen because there's no reason to do so. But the Tunnels would still be found somehow because Rufus still exists and he's looking for the Mask and so is Victor. That means eventually Sibuna will get involved.

Moving onto season 3, so this season's whole thing is Ammut and Frombie The Zombie (Robert Frobisher-Smythe's curse being lifted to bring him back alive). Well, Ammut's a god so nothing changes there. The reawakening ceremony can still happen. But technically speaking Robert Frobisher-Smythe was meant to be dead like decades prior so I am totally saying that someone who knows their Frobisher-Smythe history defo tried to salt-bomb Frombie thinking he's a ghost. IDK, what else would change in season 3 other than that. There's no ghosts. The whole plot itself relies on the Denbys, the ceremony, the descendants and KT.

Then Touchstone Of Ra, again nothing really shifts. The only thing that could happen is another salt bombing someone who should be dead decades ago because Sophia's immortal by way of the Elixir.

BUT ON THE OTHER HAND, WHAT IF SOME OF THEM HAVE TALENT?:

So The Problem only exists in England which effects all the kids except for Nina and KT.

Nina and KT being solely American.

KT's British ancestry predates The Problem itself.

And as far as canon dictates, Nina has no British ancestry.

Eddie's father is British which therefore means if Mr Sweet had Talent, Eddie may also have Talent.

But he did grow up in American so IDK. (Maybe when he set foot on British soil, his Talent kicked in despite being like 16 in season 2. jk.)

So back to all the kids of the house across all the seasons (not including the new kids in TOR):

That's Nina, Amber, Fabian, Patricia, Alfie, Joy, Mara, Mick, Jerome, Eddie, KT, Willow.

Of those 12 kids, technically speaking only 7 of them actually directly affect plot.

Those 7 being: Nina (the Paragon), Eddie (the Osirian), KT (RFS's descendant sent to stop a great evil) and then the four Descendants being Patricia, Alfie, Joy and Jerome.

Though a case could be made for 8 actually affect plot as the nursery rhyme clues from the descendants went down the wrong family line in the Mercer-Jenks family tree because Joy didn't know the nursery rhyme but Willow did.

Okay, so 7 effecting plot, 3 of which being primarily American.

The 3 Americans would join the school either way.

The other 4 (the Descendants) on the other hand, possibly might not. Though given that all 4 are on scholarship, maybe their parents sent them to the school despite any Talent they may or may not have because the scholarship's free/ discounted schooling and boarding.

Back to the other 5 (Amber, Fabian, Mara, Mick, Willow), they don't need to be at the school so if they had Talent, they could become an Agent instead of going to school.

But given canon vague context, Amber, Mick and Mara (Amber and Mick's fathers are business men and Mara's parents are Olympic athletes) are rich kids so if they had Talent, they don't have to become an Agent for extra cash or anything, they can be normal kids (Well, as normal as one could be with Talent while not being an Agent.) and go to school.

Fabian and Willow on the other hand don't seem like hella rich kids. (I assume Fabian is on some sort of nerd scholarship. IDK about Willow, maybe she's in that comfortable income bracket because she did buy some sort of insect silk scarf for Amber which I expect did not come cheap.) So if they had Talent, they might become Agents. I completely imagine Fabian to be like a researcher and Willow to be a Sensitive considering their in-show personalities.

So this was just a rambling of thoughts. I'm fully aware that I might have missed things, I haven't watched House Of Anubis recently.

ALSO IF YOU'RE A HOA FAN OR A L&C FAN AND HAVEN'T WATCHED THE OTHER, GO WATCH IT.

If anybody wants to talk about this further, reply to this post or dm me or something.

#ALQposts #House Of Anubis #lockwood and co tv show #lockwood and co tv #lockwood and co #lockwood and co netflix #House of anubis x lockwood and co #what if the problem from lockwood and co existed in house of anubis?#hoa

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Hi! Hope you're doing well!! Do you have any BNHA fic recs you don't mind sharing? You seem like you'd know and have read some really good fics, esp bkdk fics :)

Hi!!! I am doing well thank you, still job hunting but that's because I'm procrastinating so badly on it. You've actually caught me at a good time because I've been reading a few recently after hopping round other fandoms for months. apart from the last, these are all complete!

lose it all (with eyes wide open) by ghostwriterofthemachine

KtDk - oneshot - 5k

okay is is MAJOR whump, read the warnings before you read the fic and take them seriously. that said, I love loved this fic to bits and peices and it triggered a search for similar material that I just couldn't find. basically:

"Katsuki is blinded. Izuku is muted. Both of them are kidnapped. Things get worse."

ktdk are kidnapped and are forced to depend on each other, slowly losing their senses of selves and triggering major co-dependency. it has a happy ending and god the way it's written is just so good. I cannot reccommend it enough, it really takes you into their viewpoints and how vital it is that they know exactly where the other is as they grow dependant, and how they start blending together to the point that if one is taken away, the other feels like their world crumples and aspj;oerjjepgijiegwe READ IT

Immovable by asdfjkl129

KtDK - 3 ch. - 75k

Bakugou and Midoriya get trapped under a building together. As Midoriya struggles to keep them both alive, refusing to give even an inch, Bakugou realizes some crucial things and refuses to leave without Midoriya by his side.

I am obsessed with their characterisations in this fic. especially katsuki's, which is so hard to get right and I'm jealous how accurate the author makes him. ktdk in this fic love each other so so so so so much and they are so ride or die. it's exactly what it says in the summary, what it doesn't mention is how the first chapter will make you clench your jaw with tenseness and then melt into a pile of mush for the second two.

"Average Person Gets Kidnapped 3 Times A Year" Factoid Actually Just Statistical Error by ohshiddlesticks

Kt & Dk - 2 ch. - 5k

"Midoriya Izuku just sort of assumed that everyone else got kidnapped at least once a year, and his once-or-twice-a-month ordeals were just a little bit more than normal." –– Bakugou gets kidnapped, and Izuku is surprised that nobody else knows what to do. It's a normal childhood occurrence, right?

this isn't technically ktdk but it's adjacent-ish. it's back in the LoV kidnapping arc where izuku, used to a lifetime of kidnapping events, goes and singlehandedly gets kacchan back. i don't know how to describe it any better than that, I just love fics where izuku kind of comes out of left-field with skills that people don't realise he's had because his life-experience as a quirkless person means he's been exposed to different things. plus, he's badass and i always love reading aizawa's reaction to his problem child going off and causing him problems

The Distance Between Suns by totallyrottentomatoes

KtDk - 17/19 ch. - 220k - INCOMPLETE

okay the summary for this one is too long for a tumblr post that's already long so I'm making my own

Katsuki and Izuku grew up with each other in a forest deeper, bigger, and more mysterious than any usual gathering of trees. they are seperated when soldiers come to burn down their world; Izuku is taken to a city of sand as prisoner, ending up as the prince's advisor, while Katsuki is taken to a camp to train as a soldier for those in the city. They struggle to find each other and go back home once more

if you love intense world-building, political/smart!Izuku, bamf!Katsuki, and ktdk willing to burn the world for each other (and if you're coming here from OEL then you probably do) then this is the fic for you. i haven't had the extra brain power/time to immerse myself and finish this just yet, but i'm halfway through and i want to take this fic by the shoulders and snuggle it, maybe chew on it's fingers a little bit. I need to become one with the fic. it's amazing

those are a couple of the ones I've been reading recently, but if you want my all time faves then just go to my bookmarks where i always save the fics that i want to reread over and over again. Or, if you haven't already, then shameless self-plug and go and read (or re-read) any of my fics that take your fancy!

#bkdk fic recs #mara answers asks #long post

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