#they just go to a really obscure college where it can happen

[s-c-l-n]

college zukka roommates where its 3 am, sokka walks into their dorm and sees zuko playing every version of “please, please, please let me get what i want” with candles light all around his side of the room and notes that say “passing grade” on just about ever surface while zuko is sleeping

(sokka turns around and closes the door to go bother suki into letting him stay in her room for the night)

#college zukka #modern!​zuko is a the smiths fan you can’t convince me otherwise !! #zuko only considers in the morning that MAYBE leaving all the candles lit thoughout the night may have been a fire hazard #IK YOU TYPICALLY CANT HAVE CANDLES/OPEN FLAMS OR CERTAIN ELECTRONICS IN COLLEGE DORMS BUT FOR THE SAKE OF THE BIT #they just go to a really obscure college where it can happen #zukka college au #zukka #sclnposting

[gureumz]

bet? bet!

like a freak, like a g [installment 1]

rating: explicit

member: jake

premise: there's not much secrets to be found out with the director of recruitment. but he does recruit you for one hell of a challenge: fuck your way around his frat house.

notes: fem!reader, greek life!au, university!au, fwb!jake, slightly possessive!jake (but he's also down to share), dirty talk, brief mention of pregnancy, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: first installment of the 'sleeping around the frat house' series! tried something different here, not sure if it'll work but i like this one~ i'm so excited for this series so i hope you all join along for the ride! *divider by cafekitsune

jake sim is not your boyfriend.

he's a friend. from high school. who happens to go to the same university as you.

for the first few weeks of freshman year, the two of you were each other's default, having moved to this city all on your own for your respective degrees.

orientation, vacant periods, dinner after class. all of these were spent with jake. you clung onto each other like velcro. freshman jake and ______ versus the world.

and then jake decided to rush for a frat and you got roped into your own extracurriculars. the friendship faded into texts here and there about things that reminded you of each other. memes. an occasional selfie update.

until jake invited you to the frat's recruit-organized party for the year.

"i bought all the booze," jake had declared proudly, voice straining over the booming music. you nodded, genuinely impressed by how well the recruits put the party together.

"it's a fun party," you practically yelled into jake's ear. he pulled back and smiled down at you.

the recruits even managed to rent party lights for the night. and under the purple-red glow of the strobes, you realized just how handsome jake is up close. even when he's standing at the top of the stairs and you at the bottom, him beckoning you up, you could readily admit he was hot.

and you kind of did.

"jake," you breathed out quietly, leaning over the banister from the second floor overlooking the party below. jake is right beside you.

he turned to you, eyes blinking slowly from the alcohol he's consumed thus far. jake leans in closer and you can smell the heineken on his breath.

"i'm kinda...bored," you said rather lamely. jake snorted, leaning his head down on your shoulder. you breathe the scent of his shampoo in, nuzzling your face in his soft raven hair.

"what do you wanna do?" jake asked, craning his neck to look at you from where he's still laid down on your shoulder.

jake snaked an arm around your waist and you knew you were done for. a second later, you were kissing, and within another minute, he's pushing you towards the direction of his room at the very end of the hall.

"fuck, you're so hot," you blurted out over the creaking of his bed, his movements messy and frantic but still enough to have you throwing your head back in pleasure.

"so are you," jake had said, grinning down at you. his hands dug into your sides, keeping you pinned in place as he fucked into you with the enthusiasm only a drunk college frat boy could possess.

and the rest was history.

---

it went on like this for the next year and a half. a friendship maintained through quickies in his car and semi-dates in his frat house bedroom, takeout boxes on his desk while he fucked you doggy style on his (still) creaky bed.

it's not to say you kept things exclusive. that wasn't part of the deal.

whatever the deal is. you haven't really talked about it.

there would be times when neither of you would reach out for weeks or months on end. you'd start to wonder why he was gone so long but then you'd see jake post a girl's hand or half of someone's face on his instagram story, complete with an obscure poetic indie love song in the background.

ah. of course.

in your defense, you had your fair share of flings and situationships here and there. one even came close to an actual serious relationship.

yeonjun, a music major senior you went out with last year when you were a sophomore. he took you out to dates and introduced you to his friends and wrote you songs. but he always found an excuse to avoid that conversation.

(you found out without much difficulty that it was just his ex begging for him to come back.)

guess what happens next.

and so by the tail end of last academic year, you and jake somehow were aligned once again. both single. both horny.

three months later and here you are after the first day of classes of your third year, naked on jake's bed. just like the old times.

"i missed you," jake whispers, hands moving frantically over your body, tugging at your clothes while his mouth busied itself on your neck.

"we saw each other back home a few weeks ago," you reply, giggling when you feel jake lick a stripe up to your jaw.

he can be a little excitable sometimes. like a puppy.

"weeks, ________. can't believe you flew off to some island somewhere while i was left alone to jerk off to pictures of you," jake complains, blowing hair out of his eyes as he pulls away. he tugs his shirt off in one graceful swoop and you're greeted with an eyeful of his abs.

"well, if it's any consolation, i touched myself to your pictures, too," you respond, dropping your voice to a seductive lilt. your hand smooths down jake's bare torso as he leans back down over you, a grin spreading on his face.

"yeah?" he asks.

"oh yeah," you affirm, nodding. you reach down to cup jake through his sweats, a quiet hiss escaping him as you do so.

"fuck, baby, need you so bad," jake admits, hurriedly tugging and kicking off his pants. he's bare under the cotton fabric, having foregone boxers. typical jake.

jake spits on his palm, wrapping his hand around his shaft right after, jerking it to full hardness. he bites down on his lip as his other hand grabs at one of your tits, kneading and squeezing.

"wait," you call out, laying a hand on jake's arm. "you haven't fucked anyone while i was gone, right?"

jake rolls his eyes playfully, leaning down to kiss you. your teeth clash for a moment and you gasp slightly, not expecting such passion from jake.

"only wanted to fuck you," jake admits. he quirks an eyebrow, eyeing you curiously. "how about you?"

you shake your head. "couldn't go longer than a day without thinking about you filling me up with that cock."

jake grins, kissing you again. he lines his tip with your entrance, pulling away slightly as he slips in between your slick folds.

"missed this," jake mutters, pushing more and more of himself in. you simultaneously sigh out in relief once he's bottoms out.

"missed you," he adds.

you snake your arms around jake's shoulders, pulling him close as he starts to rut against you. he moans softly next to your ear and you let yourself do the same, your voices mingling and bouncing off the walls of jake's tiny bedroom.

"fuck, _______," jake groans. "how are you always so tight?"

you don't answer, merely wrapping your legs around jake's hips, pulling him closer. you hear him grunt as he leans back to look at you. his eyes are dark but focused on you. you feel fingers snake around your throat and you can't help the way your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"yeah, that's right," jake chuckles. he squeezes at your jugular lightly and you whine, grabbing at jake's wrist.

"such a whore, aren't you? my cockhungry whore," jake declares. you love it when he gets possessive and you know he knows. he uses it to his advantage any time he can.

"yeah," you agree, nodding as best as you can with jake squeezing at your air pipes. your voice is strained, hoarse from the way jake is choking you.

"yours. only yours."

jake curses under his breath, letting go of your neck. you gasp for air but any attempt to breathe is quickly cut short as you feel jake press your legs up against your chest. you cry out in surprise, jake hammering into you with a newfound speed and strength that sends your brain in a frenzy.

you always felt a certain way when jake has you like this, cunt in full view, body folded nearly in half, fucking into you like he was trying to put a baby in you.

"mine." jake sounds nearly animalistic, a primal need taking over him as he forces your legs harder against your chest.

your head is spinning, limbs going limp with how hard jake is fucking you. the feeling in your abdomen snaps tight, threatening to break.

you babble incoherently a barely distinguishable mix of jake's name, curses, and pained pleas of 'more, need more!' or 'feel s'fucking good, jakey! your cock feels so good!'. it doesn't take long for jake to give the last of his frenzied thrusts, pushing in deep when he cums, spurts of himself filling you up just as you'd hoped.

jake continues to fuck into you after a while, knowing you haven't finished just yet. you reach down between your legs to press your fingers onto your clit, hips grinding up to meet jake's. he complains of oversensitivity but he goes on and by mercy, your own orgasm finally takes over, you clenching down on jake's half flaccid dick.

he pulls out after a few moments, finally allowing himself some relief. you're both breathing hard, sweaty and tired from the whole ordeal. you prop yourself up on your elbows, meeting jake's eyes.

"please don't deprive me for that long ever again," jake says with a sleepy smile, slumping over you. you giggle as you fall back against his bed, jake's face cradled in your neck,

you run your fingers through his disheveled hair, lips pressed against his temple.

jake sim is not your boyfriend but it's times like this that it feels like he might be.

a noise jostles you out of your thoughts. a phone notification.

jake lifts his head from your chest, blindly groping around his bed for his phone. he finally locates it after a moment, handing it to you.

"can you read that for me? jake requests, voice muffled as he snuggles closer to you.

you squint as the sudden brightness of the screen practically assaults your eyes. you blink a few times, reading the message displayed on the notification.

from hee: are you done? i had to physically restrain jay from pounding your door down.

"oh shit," you say, throwing your head back in embarrassment.

"your frat bros heard us," you inform jake.

jake merely snorts, winding his arms around you and pulling you closer.

"as they have a million times before," jake points out. "it's not like i'm the only one who fucks loudly in this house."

your ears perk up at that.

"oh? is the rest of the frat a bunch of man whores like you?" you tease, nudging jake lightly with your knee. he lifts his head up, frowning at you.

"i'm not a man whore, thank you very much," jake says with a roll of his eye. "can't speak for the rest of them, though."

"spill," you urge, raising your eyebrows expectantly at jake.

"sorry, babe, the secrets of the frat must be kept with full confidentiality," jake counters with a shrug.

you narrow your eyes at that. you've seen jake's frat brothers around a handful of times. you'd have to be blind to not see their good looks. and you'd have to be a liar not to admit that they are, indeed, good-looking.

"unless you want to find out for yourself," jake adds, giving you a look as if to say, 'i dare you'.

you straighten up, leaning against jake's headboard.

"let's say i do want to find out," you begin, crossing your arms against your chest.

jake's mouth falls open but his expression quickly shifts into a look of mischief. he looks off to the side, as if pondering on what to tell you. after a few seconds, he snaps his fingers and returns his gaze to you. he's practically bouncing with excitement.

"you can always sleep your way around the house," jake suggests, cocking a brow, as if to challenge you.

you pause. a million different questions come tumbling down on you. before you could get a word out, jake holds out his arms.

"or, at least, the executive committee," jake hurriedly adds. "i can guarantee you, all the other members aren't worth your time."

if you weren't interested before, you're definitely intrigued now.

"i got one ticked off so far," you muse, smiling sweetly at jake. "not much secrets to be found with the director of recruitment."

it takes jake a moment to realize you're referring to him. he rolls his eyes, reaching over to tickle your side. you swat his arm away, giggling.

"as if any of the others could fuck you the way i do," jake scoffs. he leans over the side of the bed, reaching for his discarded shirt. he tosses it in your direction.

you catch the fabric in your hands, pulling it over your head. jake stops as he straightens up, the rest of his and your clothes in his hands. he gives you a one-over and smirks.

"make sure to let them fuck you while you wear this, okay?" jake teases, leaning in to kiss you.

"no promises," you taunt back. jake pulls away, a look of confusion on his face.

"you're not actually serious, are you?" jake questions. you nearly laugh at jake's genuinely clueless expression.

"why not? might be fun," you say with a shrug.

"besides, i never back down from a good challenge," you add.

jake studies you for a moment. you briefly think he might be mad or god forbid, disgusted with what you're attempting to do, but after a while, a shit-eating grin takes over his face.

"atta girl," jake says, winking. he kisses you again, hands grabbing at your waist.

jake sim is not your boyfriend because what boyfriend lets you fuck around with his frat brothers? but then again, it's not too late to talk about it. whatever it is with jake.

but for now, you have a task to get to.

#enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #jake smut #jake scenarios #w: jake

[neonghostlights]

What about Halloween costume party and you can’t tell who the guy in the Godzilla (or your choice of monster) costume is, but you flirt with him all night. He refuses to tell you his name because thinks he’s not your type for whatever reason. But when the reveal happens, you are very pleased, and maybe the two of you had history or knew each other in high school.

Or some type of variation that you vibe with 🫠

BETTY!!!! You have no clue how much I love this! I wasn’t sure if I was gonna go with Godzilla BUT I googled inflatable Godzilla costumes and it all made sense. Thank you so much for the request!

Warnings: Reader is dressed up as Barbie (because Barbie is for everyone), just fluffy cuteness, shy!Eddie, bad writing, blah blah blah..

Wordcount: 1.2k

Those Eyes

Godzilla was checking you out from across the room. 

You weren’t completely sure at first since he was in a giant suit and it was hard to make out what direction his face was going in with the snout but you had walked back and forth across this room a few times and he was definitely looking at you. 

You had to admit it did take you a moment to figure out what the big scaly creature was supposed to be. The wearer of the costume was tall and was wearing a full body of gray scales. Even his hands and feet had been transformed into the giant lizard. 

You were currently at your roommate's cousin's costume party. You typically weren’t one to go to things like these but there was a costume contest with a $100 cash prize that made up for you being dragged out here. 

Plus you thought your Barbie costume was pretty cute.  

You had decided to be the brave one in this weird standoff you were having with the scaly monster and crossed the room towards him. 

“Hi,” you said with a sweet smile, looking up at the monster's face. 

You could hear him choke on air and start to cough behind his mask, bending over with his fake claws on his knees to get a good breath. 

You really weren’t sure what to do so you just let him cough it out until he got a good breath in. 

“Hi,” he replied once he could breathe again. His voice was muffled through the mask but you could still hear him pretty well. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. You okay?”

You watched as the mask nodded quickly.

“You, uh, you didn’t scare me,” he mumbled. 

“I didn’t? Darn, guess that means I’m not winning the costume contest.”

“I-I mean, you look great. Beautiful. Barbie was a good choice.”

“Thank you,” you said with a smile, bringing the plastic cup up to your lips. There was a glossy pink lip print on the rim from your lipstick. 

You noticed him staring at you again but he quickly looked away when you caught him. You wished you could see his face. Even his eyeballs were obscured by the mask. 

You thought it was the perfect opportunity then to tell him your name. You stuck out your hand, just for him to shake it with his plastic clawed hand. 

“I know,” he mumbled. 

“You know? Do I know you?” You asked. You didn’t know anyone here. At all. You hoped he wasn’t someone you had dated in college but he seemed too cool for that. You couldn’t think of any of your exes having this level of dedication to a costume. 

“Kind of?” He hesitated. 

“Well who are you?” You questioned. 

“You’re gonna be disappointed,” he mumbled, you had to strain your ear to hear him over the loud music and chatter. 

“Why would I be disappointed?”

You heard him sigh a deep sigh behind the mask. 

“I’m not doing a good job. I was gonna walk up to you and say something to you that was cool or something but I…”

“You got shy?” You finished for him. 

“Yep.”

“Okay we can try again. I’m gonna go back over there and let you have your moment to shine,” you pointed across the room, not giving him a chance to argue before you strolled to where you had been standing before. 

He didn’t follow you at first and it made you wonder if you had been too pushy. He obviously knew you. What if he didn’t like you? 

But your worries were for nothing when you watched him take one awkward step at a time, clearly having a hard time walking in the costume. 

You covered your mouth to fight your giggle. 

When he finally reached you he paused, grabbing onto the wall for support. 

“That’s another reason I didn’t come over and say something to you sooner. I would have killed my chances the second I took the first step towards you,” he admitted with a chuckle. 

You laughed. “I have to admit the mask kind of does it for me.” 

He barked out a loud laugh. 

“You gonna tell me who you are now?” You prompted, hoping he would make the big reveal. 

He hummed for a moment before peeling the mask off his face. His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead and his cheeks were tinged pink. 

“It was really hot in there,” he said as he fanned himself for a moment. 

You took the moment he was cooling himself down to appreciate the fact that Eddie Munson was standing before you. 

You had a massive crush on him in highschool. And when you say massive you meant doodling his name all over your notebooks when you zoned out in class and spending the whole month of prom hoping he would ask you just to be severely disappointed when he never did. In his defense, you did hear him say multiple times that anyone that did go to prom was dumb so you weren’t sure why you convinced yourself that you could ever change his mind. 

You had sat next to each other in English during your senior year. He was charming, making you laugh and earning you dirty looks from the teacher. Your brief friendship never blossomed into anything else. You were devastated when you went off for college and left him behind. 

But time moved on, you stopped thinking about your crush on Eddie, you met new boys, and had a few brief romances. 

And now Eddie Munson was standing in front of you, making you feel feelings that you hadn’t felt for at least six years. 

His wide brown eyes were on you. If only you had seen those eyes sooner. You would have recognized him right away, even through the mask. 

You gave him a big smile. You weren’t as nervous as you were in highschool. 

It was now or never. 

“Hi, Eddie,” you cooed at him. 

“Disappointed?” He asked nervously, chewing on his lip. 

“Why would I be disappointed?”

“Because I’m me,” he said, gesturing to himself and his costume. 

“When did you get so shy?” 

“Excuse me?” He asked as he dropped his chin and raised his brow at you. 

“The Eddie Munson I knew in highschool used to stand on tables and put whoopie cushions in Mrs. O'Donnell's chair even though she knew it was you every time,” you said with a pointed stare. 

“I kinda blew my chance last time I saw you,” he admitted, going to play with his hair but getting the plastic claw stuck in it instead. He winced when he ripped it out and took some hair with it. 

“We’re gonna circle back around to that little bit of information but I want you to know I am definitely not disappointed because I thought I blew my chance in highschool too. And if it helps any you’re really not blowing your chance right now.”

“Really?” He asked in disbelief. 

“I told you that the mask really does it for me.” 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson request

[sinimake]

Now, it's Johnny specific headcanons! Read Kenshi's here

Took a gap year to earn his college funds, but when he got accepted into a film school, his family wanted him to sign up for the army. So one morning, he just went out, took an interstate bus, and started living on his own.

He worked many menial works here and there, barely surviving, so he started to enter underground cage fights in the night for quick bucks. The first time he got in the ring and the announcer asked for his name, he chose Johnny Cage on a whim.

His college years were wild. Almost always drunk every night bc he's landed a job as a bartender in a local bar. Alcohol is conveniently within arms reach and is an effective painkiller to the punches he took in the ring fights. That's when his addiction started.

He got his Johnny tattoo when he was shit faced and sad. He desperately wanted to shed Johnathan Carlton name off himself, so he marched into a tattoo parlor to have a permanent reminder on his chest. People think he's narcissistic to have his name tattooed so big on his body, Johnny never corrects the meaning of it bc it is better to be seen as an asshole than weak.

One really good perk of his bartender job was talking to the patrons and hearing their life stories. It really helped Johnny's acting career in the long run, where he understands his roles deeply and delivers the portrayals from heart.

He got a golden raspberry award for his The Flesh Pits movie. Threw the tropy out of the window once in anger but now he displays it along with his other achievement awards as a reminder.

He's an ambassador of many luxury brands.

He's very timely organized person where he plans his days down to every hour. Hates when there's a sudden change in his timetable.

When Johnny and Kenshi have a movie night, not only does he narrate what's happening in the scene, but he nerds out on what exact techniques of shots and lighting are used.

A big car enthusiast. Gives his cars the names that are in Mambo No. 5 by Lou Bega. (A little bit of Monica in my life—)

Snores in his sleep, specially when he's really exhausted.

His music taste is mainly girly pop, but sometimes he belts out on old school rock songs.

Loves improv acting. Sometimes, he drops in at random improv club nights to participate in one or two sets. It is always fun to see the crowd going "is that Johnny Cage? THE Johnny Cage?" whenever he goes on the stage.

A serial double texter. Will send you random ass pictures with no context or whatever. It is especially funny bc Kenshi can't see the pics, and the voice-over feature of his phone gives him the most obscure descriptions that have the man facepalming every time.

Is a big coffee guy but always gotta have them with milk and sugar bc he can't handle bitter taste of americano.

Has love and hate relationship with paparazzi cameramen. When he's out with the earthrealm defenders, his friends sometimes get the feeling of being followed. They say the concern to Johnny, thinking some outworld danger is hunting them or something just for the actor go "no worries that's just my regular paparazzi, Jeff. HI JEFF!! HOW YOU BEEN DOING TODAY?" "I'm fine! How about you, Johnny?", "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME COFFEE? IS HOT OUTSIDE!" "yeah."

^then sometimes it's like this: "CAN YOU GIVE ME A BREATHER FOR A SEC?! YOUR CAMERA CLICKING IS SO LOUD!" "MY RENT IS DUE!" "NOT MY PROBLEM!"

He's an ambivert. Quiet night ins are as much appreciated as parties. He needs winding down moments but will go batshit insane if he doesn't get at least one human interaction a day.

#johnny cage #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 2023 #johnny cage headcanons #johnshi #johnshi headcanon

[bluesidez]

OKAY I HAD TO HIT YOU W THIS BC I NEED THIS TO COME TRUE 🗣🗣‼️‼️

AcademicRival!Miguel x AcademicRival!reader

where they will do quite literally ANYTHING (legally) POSSIBLE to one up each other.

whether their petty rivalry began in high school or first year of uni/college, IDC- but they absolutely despise each other.

and!!! at some point down the track, they forgot why they were beefing in the first place, only for it to start stemming from a place of 'jealousy' (yk how sometimes jealousy is actually feelings of romantic interest in disguise,, yeah, that) and it gets to the point where they are quite literally making it all their friends' problem bc of it.

like i can imagine reader drinking something that Miguel sees and Miguel going 'i need to have this all the time and sell it out so reader can never have any' and Peter is like '???', or reader finding out Miguel got a certain mark and goes 'nobody speak to me for a month i have to understand everything about quantum physics before that smug asshole opens his mouth' and Jess is like '??? just kiss, fym??'

and then they finally have a moment where they have no choice but to rely on each other- whether Miguel's car breaks down on the side of the road reader happens to drive by and she takes him to his, or if reader desperately needs help in a situation and immediately calls him bc she knows he'll pick up bc she needs scary dog privileges and thats HIM so then they end up having a moment of reflection together with either super fluffy smut or absolute debauchery and fluffy aftercare i totally dont mind either way.

IDK do you know what i mean??? 🫣🫢🤭

anyway LY BLUE-BLUE, thank yew for letting me ramble on 🤍🩵

Are you asking me to write this? 🧐 (I shall add it to the pending ideas list just for you 🐰🩵)

I wrote that as a reply as soon as you sent it, but now I have more ideas that I wanna yap about to go along with this.

SO!! You already have a rivals, enemies to lovers trope going on. What better way to make it even more fun than to add the stoic x chatty dynamic???

Like I’m imagining the reader and Miguel first meeting in middle or high school. He’s a transfer student that’s immediately making the top grades and people are like where tf did he come from?? Reader doesn’t really think anything of it, she just carries on with her school life, chatting away (and getting in on the gossip about Miguel).

It’s not until he ends up in the same class with reader one semester (probably in high school) that reader is finally able to be in close contact with him. He’s so quiet and a little boring, but there’s always random girls coming in and out of the classroom to attempt to chat to him.

They’re always bringing snacks or sweets for him. He always turns them down with a “No thank you. I don’t like chocolate.” type of response. (What he thinks to be polite and cordial)

The guys in the class think he’s a huge jerk. The girls in the class still fond over him. You think he’s an oddball, a weirdo. But you really have no solid information to justify it.

It’s not until one day that the teacher asks this obscure question that he pisses you off. (I havent thought of a weird question yet tho). Everyone else has given crude or stupid answers, riling each other up and joking. You raise your head to give the most out-of-the-box, yet plausible answer that leaves the teacher impressed and the class laughing in shock. Miguel scoffs and debunks it so fast, that you start to feel like one of his rejected groupies. If you thought the laughter for your answer was loud, the laughter for his sounds like the crowd in a football stadium.

You’re embarrassed but you don’t really show it. You just brush it off and joke with everyone else like usual.

Then, one of the class’s first huge tests come. You’re gunning for the number 1 spot although you figure it won’t be too hard with half of the room being class clowns and the other half not giving af. You read over the material once and already have a good grasp on it, so you joke around with everyone else. There’s rap battles and TT routines. You guys even manage to get the teacher in on some of them. From the front of the room, you can see Miguel glancing back at you with such a sour look on his face. Wtf was his deal??

Test day finally comes. You’re the first to turn yours in with a smug smile on your face. You even take a nap until the next bell.

You’re on cloud nine for about a good week. Although, every time you open your mouth in class, Miguel looks like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

Then, the time came for the teacher to hand out the papers. He was pretty theatrical and loved to announce who got the highest score.

You were gearing up for him to say your name. And you don’t know of you’re crazy, but you’re certain your mom didn’t put “Miguel O’Hara” on your school registration form.

You frown as you come back to reality, watching as teacher handed him is paper. From your seat, you can see the bright red 100 in the corner, a smiley face to adorn it.

Then the teacher hands you your paper. A 99.5. Just 0.5 points from a perfect score. And what you got points taken off for is something so ridiculous that you could scream.

You can see him in your peripheral as you chat with the other students about the answers. Just as you discuss your silly mistake you take a small look at him. He has a faint smirk on his face, as if to laugh at your downfall.

From then on, you decide that it’s a war.

[and obviously, the story would travel with them as they grow. Once they’re adults, I can imagine Miguel to still be this same stoic, yet more approachable person who has had a ROSTER of hookups and a reader who’s still so flirty and chatty, yet can’t find a good partner to save their life. The dynamic of him knowing exactly how to make reader feel good verses reader being overwhelmed for once would be sooooo good]

What do you think Lexie-bun?? 🥸

#lab testing 🔬 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #miguel ohara x reader

[gx-gameon]

More on the idea of Yugi raising Jaden.

Jaden grows up going to all of Yugi’s tournaments. Meaning he grew up watching Yugi, Atem, Seto, and Joey duel the best of the best

It also means he grew up going to battle city every year.

He’s always wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, covering his iconic hair and eyes so no one knows what he looks like.

He hangs out with Téa and Tristian when they can make it. (They are going to college/work now. They try to make it every year but life)

But mostly he’s hanging with Mokuba. Mokuba is the tournaments rule keeper and makes sure everyone is following the rules.

Jaden knows the rules forward and backwards. Heck he knows them upside down. Which makes going to class at duel academy so pointless. The rules and technicalities they are learning he’s known for years

He sat at the dinner table while Seto was on calls with Pegasus’s setting up new rules and regulations (he was there when they were written)

He could easily be the top of the school with little effort, not because he’s a genius, he’s Jaden. But because he knows the game inside out. He chooses to skip test days so he doesn’t have to explain why he got all the questions right, even the one really hard one Alexis got wrong.

Every now and then the duel academy crew will be hang out and discussing a rule or a moment from on of the tournaments where they don’t understand what happened or why and Jaden will just be like “oh ya that happened because of -insert obscure rule here.” Or even better “oh Weevil Underwood cheats every year. I’m still why w— they let him in every year.”

All of his friends stare at him in shock but shake it off as Jaden loves dueling of course he knows that.

#judai yuki #jaden yuki #yugioh gx #atem #pharaoh atem #yami yugi #yugi moto #yugi mutou #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #rivalshipping #Yugi raise’s Jaden

[celandeline]

Disagreements (Eddie Munson x Reader) (Part Seven)

“So the word on the street is that you and Munson are a thing.” Lula said conversationally.

You refrained from looking at her, a mix of apprehension and anxiety shorting through you for a moment. There was nothing wrong with being a thing with Eddie, but you would rather avoid the stares and rude comments about it if you could. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Pam.” Lula said, pushing open the classroom door and holding it as you walked inside. “She said she saw you kiss him before you got out of his van.”

“Yeah we’ve gone on a couple dates.” You said, deciding not to deny it. You were a little upset that Pam had told Lula right away, but there was no point in denying it when she had seen it happen.

“A couple, huh?” Lula asked. “That must mean he’s nice. Or a good kisser.”

“Or both.” You said. She was taking it well - way better than Pam had anyway.

Lula laughed. “Both, huh. You’re really doing well then.” She sat down in her usual seat, laying her books on the table. “Just be careful with him. He doesn’t have his reputation for nothing.”

“So far he’s been nothing but a sweetheart.” You said, sitting down in the seat beside her.

“That’s good to hear.” Lula said. “If he’s ever not-“

“I know.” You said, smiling. It was nice to know that at least one of your friends had your back.

—

It wasn’t until you were packing up to leave that Eddie came to visit.

Hands slid over your eyes, obscuring the contents of your locker. You could feel a familiar presence behind you, and a grin hovering at your ear. “Guess who?”

“Paul McCartney.” You said, knowing full well that it was Eddie behind you.

“Wrong.” Eddie singsonged. “Two more guesses.”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think, leaning back against Eddie’s chest. “Freddie Mercury?”

“Nope.” Eddie said, popping the p. “Closer though. Better make this final guess count.”

“Oh gosh, I don’t know.” You said. “Is it Ozzy?”

The hands covering your eyes disappeared, instead circling around your waist and pulling you close to him. “Not exactly correct, but Ill take it.”

“Hi Eddie.” You said, turning around to face him properly.

“Hiya honey.” He returned, dropping his hands from around your waist. “You doing anything for the rest of your day?”

“Nope.” You said. “I’m all yours.”

Eddie grinned. “You know that’s what I like to hear.” He said. “Wanna come over to my place? We can order a pizza, hang out… maybe I’ll play you something on my guitar?”

“Sounds great to me.” You said, spinning back around to finish putting your books in your bag, and closing your locker.

“Sweet.” Eddie said, stealing your bag from you and slinging it over his shoulder, starting towards the door.

You kept pace beside him, following him towards the parking lot. “You didn’t have to get my bag-“

“I didn’t have to, but I figured it was the gentlemanly thing to do.” Eddie said. “Can’t have you thinking I’m too much of a bad influence.”

“You haven’t influenced me badly yet.” You said.

“You skipped class for me, sweetheart.” Eddie reminded you. “Gotta even out the score.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” You said.

“Not for me, but for you?” Eddie said. “Good grades, college level classes, nearly perfect SAT score you?”

You laughed at his exaggeration, pushing open the door to the school and holding it for him. “I’m not that much of a nerd.”

Eddie tutted, turning towards where his van was parked. “I don’t know… I don’t think someone who wasn’t a nerd would be going out with me…”

“Shut up.” You said, shouldering him jokingly.

Eddie mockingly shouted in pain, doubling over. “I’m hit!” He crowed. “I don’t know if I’ll make it home… go on without me!”

You just laughed at him, that warm fluttery feeling building in your chest again.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #stranger things #stranger things season four #disagreements #st4

[hekateinhell]

Can you list (as a proof) some instances of book-Daniel using non-flowery, day-to-day, prosaic language to show his smartness? I didn't buy show-Louis's spine but the Daniel-erasure is getting real.

This Pulitzer prize-winning imposter getting touted as some "upgraded" audience-mouthpiece (Daniel in IWTV) with a few cheap sassy one-liners, is highly painful.

I'm just going to breeze past what you said about Louis's spine, and I'll also try to resist the urge to copy and paste every single line of dialogue from Devil's Minion.

The Classics from QotD

"What do you mean, millions!" Daniel had scoffed. "You throw your clothes away after you wear them, you rent apartments and forget where they are. Do you know what a zip code is, or a tax bracket? I'm the one who buys all the goddamned airline tickets. Millions. How are we going to get millions! Steal another Maserati and be done with it, for God's sakes!"

"Goddamn it, do it yourself," Daniel had roared. "You're five hundred years old and you can't use a telephone? Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot? I will do no such thing!"

"You think you can drive me crazy, don't you?" Daniel had snarled. "Well, you can't. Let me tell you. Every time I lay eyes on you, I realize that I didn't invent you, and that I'm sane!"

"Lies, you bastard. Say that you wanted me. You'll torment me forever, won't you, and then you'll watch me die, and you'll find I that interesting, won't you? It was true what Louis said. You watch them die, your mortal slaves, they mean nothing to you. You'll watch the colors change in my face as I die."

"I don't want to be alive, Armand, I want to live forever, and then I will tell you whether life is better than death."

"Give up immortality, just to live one life? I don't believe you. This is the first time you have told me an out- and-out lie."

"How can I help it? I can't get away from your voice when you want me to listen; it's like a tiny microphone inside my head. What is this, tears? You're going to weep over me?"

"I work with limited equipment. The cells in my body are subject to deterioration, to a process called aging and-"

"What does it matter if you give it to me and it's wrong! There is no wrong! There is only desperation, and I would have it! I want to live forever with you."

The More Obscure from IWTV

“Sure, if it’s a good life. Sometimes I interview as many as three or four people a night if I’m lucky. But it has to be a good story. That’s only fair, isn’t it?”

“This really happened, didn’t it?” the boy whispered. “You’re telling me something...that’s true.”

“Excuse me,” said the boy. “I just got the impression suddenly that your arm was...abnormally long. You reached so far without moving!”

“That doesn’t matter. I’ll throw the tapes away if you want!” The boy rose. “I can’t say I understand all you’re telling me. You’d know I was lying if I said I did. So how can I ask you to go on, except to say what I do understand...what I do understand is like nothing I’ve ever understood before.”

“Don’t you see how you made it sound? It was an adventure like I’ll never know in my whole life! You talk about passion, you talk about longing! You talk about things that millions of us won’t ever taste or come to understand. And then you tell me it ends like that. I tell you...” And he stood over the vampire now, his hands outstretched before him. “If you were to give me that power! The power to see and feel and live forever!”

I loved Daniel in IWTV because he's this innocent fresh-faced college-aged kid! Just so young and naive before finding his new dark gods in Armand, Lestat, and Louis. The fact that he's so gentle and excitable is why Louis chose him as his therapist to tell his life story. The fact that he was "strangely defiant and beseeching in the same breath" is what caught the attention and affections of such a terrifying, utterly damaged vampire like Armand.

I don't recognize the new guy, but we've been over that already... It is what it is.

#believe it or not there's stuff from qotd i left out lmao #you ask and hekate answers #vc #daniel molloy #iwtv #qotd #quotes

[aziraphales-library]

hi! can anyone recommend a older woman/younger man trope? any rating will do hehe i recently read watermark by summerofspock and was completely enamored by it! i searched for the tag on ao3 but it seems like theres only 5 existing works for that trope so im asking if anyone has more recs hehe thank you so much!!

Hello. Here are a couple of older woman/younger man fics for you...

Going Down (now with 99% less cringe) by tikli (E)

The new intern at Miss Fell’s office has caught her eye. They’ve been flirting for two weeks. What happens when they get stuck in a lift together?

or: Older Busty Blonde Seduces Hot New Intern

Being Neighbourly by Ack_Emma (E)

Innocent college freshman Aziraphale introduces himself to his seductive neighbour and offers to help out around her home.

Antonia Crowley is glad for the help and makes sure to pay him properly for the work.

Hell Has a Place For Those Who Sin by TawnyOwl95 (E)

"Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs Morningstar?"

Really though, how else is a young man with a new degree and ambition supposed to react to that?

Honeysuckle & Heat Waves by pilatesandpinot (E)

Ezera Fell has returned to the town where she’d spent her summers growing up – seaside Tadfield, where the slogan is “Everyday is a Holiday” and the perfect escape for a recent divorcee like herself. But she isn’t just here for holiday or to “get her groove back”; she’s inherited her late aunt Agnes Nutter's bed and breakfast and is determined to restore it to its former glory. She’s consulted the help of the best gardener in town, except there’s one issue: he’s Anthony Crowley, the same man she serendipitously had a one-night stand with while on holiday in Paris. Will the sparks fly now that they’ve been reunited, or fizzle out?

And the one you mentioned...

watermark by summerofspock (T)

Aziraphale happily works as the librarian of a small liberal arts university in the rural town of Tadfield. When the newly hired biology professor seems to enjoy tormenting his students by sending them after obscure references, she decides he needs a stern talking to. He decides they could be pretty good friends.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable partners #age difference #older women/younger man #adult omens #mod d

[stoned-eren]

modern!erwin headcanons

he works as a professor in a community college. teaches history. he wants to teach a class in a university but hasn’t had the best luck. he’s still happy with his job though, loves all his students and wants the best for them.

paces a lot when he gives lectures, or when he’s giving hange a stern talking to. basically, anytime he starts talking a lot and very passionately, he’ll have a little pace going on.

everyone who knows him knows him as the “motivation guy”. whenever someone is feeling down, erwin is there to bring their confidence up with his kind and uplifting words. can spit out an eloquent 10-minute monologue on a whim about anything and everything. erwin is just that good at articulating himself.

is always busy. it’s hard to make plans with him since he’s always caught up in work or personal affairs. though when you are able to see him, he devotes 100% of his energy and time to you.

carries around a mini notebook where he jots down things that come to mind. its incredibly cryptic and no one can seem to understand what’s written down. (no one except erwin)

stays up late most nights working, like grading paperwork or revising his lectures. desperately wants to sleep all the time but just never has the time for it. lives off of coffee

drives a truck or some other large car. doesn’t even use his car for the space, just has it “just in case”. everyone (except eren. eren isn't allowed) ends up borrowing his car to move stuff back and forth.

has a very fatherly/mentor-like bond with armin. armin was his student at first, and used to visit very often after class, full of questions. they shortly began a friendship due to having the same interests and the back and forth conversations they shared. armin stood out to erwin due to how studious and intelligent he was. their relationship is like the “are ya winning son” meme (the wholesome version)

speaking of wholesome, erwin is the most wholesome, most honorable man you’ve ever met. has such pure intentions, he's a very transparent person. he would never lie, would never cheat, would never look at you in a gawking sort of way. (he’s very soft with his gaze) sees value in everything and everyone. he’s just very wholesome

doesn’t really understand sexual jokes. it takes him a minute or two to even process when someone makes an innuendo. and by then he’s all red in the face, shocked.

doesn't really understand memes either. if he does, he's a little late on the joke. by the time he gets the joke, everyone has moved on from it.

can be overly trusting at times. it’s not that he’s oblivious, he just tends to see more positivity in people which makes him overlook any potential red flags. he has almost gotten scammed by falling for a fraudulent phone call. he was on the phone, giving away his phone number when luckily levi happened to be swinging by and was able to end the call before erwin gave away too much information.

likes very obscure things. either they’re things that no one has heard of, or he has rather unpopular opinions. for example, he thinks that shrek 3 was a good movie. he’s never incessant about his opinions though. he simply says, “yeah! i thought (insert bad thing here) was great!” which causes an uproar of “WHAT?!!?”

he loves to garden. he grows fruits and vegetables in his backyard. he uses the fruits and veggies to feed his horse (and himself). his favorite plant he has is the pomegranate tree he’s been growing for several years now.

loves stars and the constellations. can point to any cluster of stars in the sky and recognize what constellation it is. he gives you a quick little history lesson with each new constellation he shows you. before you met erwin, you only recognized the big and little diper. but he opened your eyes to the wonders of the stars and the meaning and importance behind each constellation.

#hope this is accurate #!!! #.txt #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #erwin #erwin smith #erwin attack on titan #headcanon #headcanons #writing.exe

[gogofordrakgo]

Since Tumblr chickened out on allowing people off-site to ask questions, I have to resort to barbaric measures to do so. Please forgive me for this.

What started you on D/S drabbles and what made you stick to strictly 100 words (as is the original requirement for this format)?

How do you work with them? Start big and trim down, or small and add more?

You do them in alphabetical order. Why?

- Guest

Ooh! Well, this is fun! Sorry for the delay, Tumblr decided to hide this until just now! I started the drakgo drabbles back in... I think 2021 mostly in an attempt to get back into writing in general. (Hell yeah for antidepressants lol) I thought writing a couple of quick short stories would be helpful, and ended up writing a few drabbles for the challenge of it... And then I realized it was fun and I found them “simple” to write, so I wound up sticking with it! In fact, a number of the original drabbles still haven’t been posted as they don’t fit in with any of my current sets. I’ll find homes for them eventually, I promise!  I stuck with the 100 words because I can sorta be a stickler for inconsequential rules. I imagine there are very few people besides myself who’d be upset if I went over or under on a few of them but I generally think the challenge is in getting the story conveyed within the constraints of exactly 100 words. As you said, it’s the original requirement for this format and while I will never correct someone else for calling a short story a drabble (because honestly, I know it doesn’t really matter) I couldn’t imagine myself doing this any other way. Now, this question I feel like kind of a jerk answering... I sort of just... write them. I don’t know, so long as I have an idea to work with I can usually get an entire drabble written in a matter of minutes. That’s not to say I never end up going over or under the word count! Certainly, I have spent plenty of time reworking certain drabbles to reach 100 words exactly! I’ve also had a few drabbles, I admit not many, that I’ve rewritten several times just on the principle of not liking the way they turned out. “Wrestle” for example took me an entire day to write, as I couldn’t decide what route exactly I wanted to take, or how best to convey the positioning in the scene. But... Yeah, in general, most of them come pretty naturally to me. I would like to make it clear here that I have been writing for well over a decade and did in fact study writing in college. The fact that this comes easily to me now is not me trying to look down on or discourage anyone else who might struggle with short-form storytelling or writing in general. I have done a lot of work to reach a point where I can confidently believe I am a decent, if not good writer.

The alphabetical order thing actually came from the names of my one-shots! I don’t know why I decided to stick to one-word names but I did and eventually started to think it would be funny to write a one-shot covering every letter in the alphabet. Then for a variety of reasons, I wound up somewhat leaving the fandom for a while and had a lot of trouble trying to get back into writing. So that never really happened. As things started to get a bit better, as I started writing the drabbles, I realized if I was going to post them I might as well hit that alphabet goal! And what better way to do that than to do it in... reverse alphabetic older?

But that was how I ended up using obscure words as my first set of drabbles. After that, it just sort of became part of it, which I admit is a little unfortunate because while I have this current set almost completed and the next two sets named... It’s starting to get really difficult to come up with categories that I could hit all 26 letters in! I may just decide to start posting them as I write them later on, but frankly, I enjoy my personal alphabetical rule and know I’ll have difficulty breaking it when the time comes.

Wow! Seriously, thank you for the questions! I hope I was able to answer them in a decently satisfying way! I promise the drabbles will get posted soon... I’m just... working on... something... I’m hoping to be done with it in the next few days!

#submission #drakgo #drakgo drabbles #drabble #drabbles #fanfiction #fanfic #kim possible #kp #drakgo fanfiction #drakgo fanfic #ask #asks #asked and answered! #my beloved guest #i had fun answering these questions #and i'm sorry to anyone who was hoping for more concrete advice on how to write drabbles #ALSO #IF YOU HAVE SUGGESTIONS FOR DRABBLE SETS #HIT ME #I HAVE TWO MORE FULLY PLANNED OUT AND TWO OTHERS WAITING TO BE PLANNED #BUT DAMN THAT CAN GO FAST #I WRITE A LOT MORE THAN I POST #EVEN WHEN I PLAN TO GET BACK TO THEM IN TIME #SO YEAH #IF YOU HAVE SUGGESTIONS HIT ME

[deatheless]

@silkplay sent: of course you're going to see me again. / accepting.

❛ okay, but you don't knooooow that. not reaaaallyyyy. ❜

( they really do. they're going to college, not dying, amina. spare us the dramatics, will you? )

her voice comes out muffled when she speaks — probably due to the fact that her face is currently pressed tight against their chest from the hug she refuses to let end. can you really blame her though? she kind of thought this day would never come, and now ... here it is, in all its awful, awful glory. god, what is she even supposed to do next summer without them around?

from where she's still squished against andie, mina moves her head just enough so she can peer up at them, puppy dog eyes in full force — as if this being their last year of camp was a decision they were making and not, just, y'know ... the passage of time making itself known. they've always been a year older than her, and this was always how things were going to play out. yet somehow, she'd never prepared herself for it.

an overdramatic sigh leaves her lips, and she hugs them tighter, cheek smushing against their chest. as she speaks, she leans into them further, until her face is once again obscured in the folds of their shirt. ❛ what if college is so fun that you just, like, immediately forget about me? and then we never speak again, and then i'm alone foreeeeeever ... ❜

( and if there's a hint of real fear in that, she's hoping they won't pick up on it. it's a stupid thing to worry about, and not something she really thinks will even happen, so there's no point bugging them with it. she's just being dumb. )

❛ can you come visit, since you'll have longer breaks? or — ❜ and she perks up with a gasp, kicked-puppy pout exchanged for a grin and eyes so bright you can practically see the lightbulb switching on behind them, ❛ i can come visit you! and see all your cool college stuff! ❜ she beams up at them, bouncing up onto her tiptoes to grab their face and bring them eye to eye. ❛ you gotta promise me we're gonna do one of those, okay? i'm gonna need to hang out with you in person, like, at least once, okay? i cannot survive on just texts for a whole year, and we won't have summer as a guarantee this time. ❜

#silkplay #wrote half of this at 5am. its not good but im not gonna rewrite it #* 𝆕 . . . v: 01. / you're alive and you're on fire. 𝄒 #babies........... #* 𝆕 . . . answer. / sing another song for the people i love. 𝄒

[8bitsupervillain]

8bit Reviews: Euphoria (the game, not the show)

I wish my memory was a more reliable thing at times. Often times it can remember some really obscure happenstance that happened when I was ten or twelve. Of course it also has its moments where it struggles to remember things that happened earlier in the week. Perils of aging I suppose, anyway I wish it were more reliable because I truly want to know what exactly it was that set me on the trail of this visual novel. I cannot for the life of me recall what it was that brought it even tangentially into my notice, or the force that spurred me into action so quickly. It was only when I was about three quarters of the way through the second to last route that I became aware of the notoriety around Euphoria. For good or ill, it is certainly a well-deserved notoriety. This is without a doubt simultaneously one of the foulest things I've ever experienced, but also surprisingly one of the tamest as well. I don't really know how trigger/content warnings go, but be aware there is some heavy stuff beyond the jump.

Euphoria starts with our protagonist Keisuke Takatou waking up in a white room. Shortly after his awakening he is informed by a robotic voice to leave the room, or die. Heading to the next room he finds himself with a handful of his classmates and a teacher. The same voice then informs the group that they're "going to play a game" to determine if the group gets their freedom. Keisuke is designated the "unlocker" and his female classmates, and teacher are the "key holes." The game is simple, Keisuke is to take one of the keyholes into a room and perform a specific sex act to the satisfaction of whoever is holding them hostage. Basically the group is put into a Saw situation, only instead of violent gory mutilation it's rape. Naturally one of the students is mortified beyond belief and screams at the voice/hostage takers that she refuses to participate. To illustrate the situation they're in, the girl is taken to a different room, and when the rest of the group finds her she is brutally electrocuted to death in front of them.

There's a scene in this older horror film called The Green Inferno, in which out protagonists are captured by a village of cannibals deep in the amazon jungle. During the scene one of their number is selected by the villagers to be killed. So you get the scene where a college-aged woman is killed and dismembered by the cannibals, and the camera pans to the shocked and horrified reactions of the group. Then it shows the leader of the group held captive who is masturbating to the preceding events. Naturally the rest of the group calls him out on this fucked up behavior, but he insists it's not bad because you need to keep calm and not be stressed during times like these. Like in The Green Inferno, Keisuke is just incredibly turned on by the sight of the dead body and has a massive erection. One of the group, Nemu Manaka, finds Keisuke in this state and teases him over his dark desires to inflict pain and torment on girls as well as his apparent lust to rape the girls. What follows is a prolonged series of almost literal misery porn, because in addition to the mental strain of being put in such a situation the game is at its heart pornography. Just extreme fetish porn, including asphyxiation and literal shit eating.

What I find most odd about this is the fact that over the course of the VN you have these various depraved acts including murder by electrocution and literal shit eating, but for some reason it's the menstrual blood that gets censored. There's also implied taxidermy of a human in one of the games bad endings. In fact, except for one scene the game is largely restrained when it comes to bloody content. This isn't a complaint, of all the degenerate types of hentai out there I find guro to be the worst of the lot. It's just that given the games themes of depravity and subjugating those weaker than you there's very little violence. Straightforward, physical violence anyway, the novel is filled to the brim with sexual violence. I don't mean to imply that Euphoria is any the lesser due to its lack of women getting the shit knocked out of em, or that it would be better if you could see their innards in a way that could only be described as lovingly rendered. I just had thought since punishing those weaker than you is a pretty major part of the story that it would come up more than hardly at all.

As I was approaching the end of the story the idea sprouted in my head that this novel seems to have been censored rather heavily. I have no reason why this occurred to me given the very many rapes, and multiple times characters had been forced to eat other characters shit. Never the less thought sprung up, imagine my surprise after finishing the game when reading an interview with one of the authors they mentioned that they did indeed have to lighten up some of the darker themes so as not to upset one of the visual novel rating boards in Japan. Apparently there's two of them, one has a pretty lax approach towards violence and extreme themes in pornographic VNs, and one that's stricter. Clockup sent it off to the stricter of the two.

When it comes to the story I don't really have very much positive to say about it. I don't like basically any of the characters, I found the plot to be hard to get invested in, and as it continued towards its ending I found myself getting more and more impatient with the frankly ludicrous explanations for the things that occur. I won't go into too much detail about it, but I just think that if you're going to introduce an element that fundamentally and completely changes character motivations at the drop of a hat via bullshit science you have to handle it very delicately. Also I just find it funny when there are characters themselves who just disappear from the narrative, almost as if they too got fed up with the story's shit and decided to just peace out.

The hell of it is, I don't even really hate the story, there are times where I found it was very well-written. Specifically villain characters and not just the simpering whining schoolgirl who is somehow miles worse than characters who are making others take part in a death game, or running a rapist murder cult, or just a bizarre evil religious cult. The problem I have with the story is that it just has a hard time measuring up to the heights of extremity that I thought it was going for. I thought it was going to just be sexual violence that keeps turning the knob higher and higher until people were basically just fucking clumps of meat. I don't know how it would go from there, what sort of resolution it would have, but instead the game keeps it just shy of guro snuff porn. Maybe that says more about me, but a very short time into this I thought the game was going to be reaching the levels of A Serbian Film, or a Hostel, but instead it kept it at a level more akin to an All Night Long. Please know, that I'm aware that the other novel by ClockUp Maggot Baits is probably closer to what I thought Euphoria would wind up as.

The story's all well and good, but what about the porn 8bit, I'm sure you're asking. It doesn't matter how fucked up or irritating the story is if the sexy sexy porn is good right? I won't really talk about the fetish stuff, because I think that's up to the user more than anything. What I like, and what you like can be entirely different things. From an art stand point I don't particularly like the look of most of the cast. It's probably just an age thing, but I don't have very strong feelings to the moeblob art style of roughly ten years ago, it just stands out as fairly generic. The majority of the cast just has a general "cute" feeling to them, that I'm sure it is meant to make the inevitable filth and depravity supposed to be just that much more spicy. The main love interest character Kanae for instance just feels like the generic love interest character from a slice of life or romantic comedy anime of the time. They're played more realistically than the wildly divergent designs you would get in a harem anime. But again, I can't really shake the feeling that they were designed somewhat generically on purpose. So when it pulls the rug out from under you, and a more extreme personality reveals itself you'll have a harder time reconciling it with the moe uguu~ face they had earlier on. Except for Rika, she remains a constant shrill nuisance who is largely unchanged for the entire runtime. But again, art is subjective, and maybe I'm just bringing my own baggage from my readings of slice of life, and romance mangas to the table. The main girl Nemu stands out in this regard because she doesn't really fall into the same "generally cute" area that the rest of the cast lives in.

But yes, the porn. It'll probably get you there depending on your personal tolerance for sadistic sex. To its credit, unlike some other porn VNs I've played this one actually has motion to some of the sex scenes. A large portion of it is still images, but there is some that has actual motion to it. None of the more extreme scenes, there's no motion in the scenes of coprophagia or branding. On a personal level I didn't find the game particularly enticing, but that's owing more to the art style than my distaste for the types of sex on display. Also, credit to the writers I wasn't recoiling from reading their sentences about fucking, so it has that going for it. It has the usual porn dialogue problem that all porn has, but nothing too egregious. There are some extremely stupid lines, but they are relatively few and far between, but again, all porn has some extremely dumb lines now and then. Goes with the territory.

There's really not much for me to recommend Euphoria for. The premise might be a bit off-putting but honestly it's not the worst I've seen. The music is fine for the most part, a lot of ambient piano and percussion instruments, nothing super porny during the sex scenes, just a lot of somber slow piano to try to keep a low atmosphere of dread. I wouldn't even really recommend it from a story perspective because the plot really loses itself towards the final hours of it. It's just more or less roughly thirty hours of misery porn, quite literally.

#8bit reviews #euphoria #clockup

[amcrimera]

Random pjo/hoo college au Headcanons:

Valdangelo friendship

They buy each other shirts

Meme shirts (from Leo), band tees (from Nico, bought from Thalia) or just random ones with cool patterns (from both)

They can go days without contacting each other and the friendship just picks where it left off

They're both always up at odd hours and those hours are when they hang out the most.

"Dude, I know it's like 2 am, but I really want frozen yoghurt"

"Say no more"

Nico beats Leo at mythomagic all the time, but Leo returns the favor by beating him at checkers or smth, so it's all good

Nico is always sending Leo the most obscure facts he finds

"Hey, did you know that there's a company that turns dead bodies into an ocean reef"

"Nico, wtf?"

Nico can't do math to save his life, so when Leo isn't helping Piper study for her pre-calc exam, then he's helping Nico study for his trig exam.

Almost no one sees them hang out and are so confused as to how they became friends.

There are only three people who have seen them hangout and actually remember it happening. Those three people being: Piper, Bianca and Annabeth

Piper was invited to their late night frozen yoghurt runs on two occasions and doesn't even bat an eye when Leo mentions that Nico is his best friend after her and Jason.

Bianca sits in on their early morning conspiracy documentary binge every once in a while (she's more into alternate history and alien theories than stuff like moth man or bigfoot)

Annabeth is also up at odd hours (people wonder if she actually sleeps), so she runs into them on coffee runs a lot and even joins them for movie mornings sometimes or study sessions.

Anyone else who has seen them hangout during odd hours were either too delirious to understand or just don't remember.

In short, you can find them outside ghost hunting or UFO spotting on any given weekend

#valdangelo #platonic #or queerplatonic #these boys don't sleep and neither does annabeth #rick missed a good opportunity to make them friends #kind of based on my own friendship of 16 years #i love these boys #leo valdez #nico di angelo #bianca di angelo #piper mclean #annabeth chase #pjo #hoo #headcanons

[cophene]

𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎 | vento aureo; pawnshop ii.

✦.⁺ offbeat.

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : a college student tries getting the attention of some of the most admired and attractive people on campus, only to get caught up with stands and vigilante groups in the process. notes : modern au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.2k+

═ ☆.  A QUICK GLANCE UP THE street showed no sign of a tall man in a hat and trenchcoat. The playback had been walking quickly, but now they had lost sight of it entirely.

"It must have gotten lost somewhere," Abbacchio murmured. "I'll rewind the playback."

There was the sound of a tape being rewound. (Y/n) expected the playback to appear somewhere near them, but Moody Blues appeared on the other side of the crosswalk. Abbacchio deliberately slowed it down so the group could see his path. The man had crossed the street briskly without checking for cars. Then, a beat before he reached the other curb, he vanished.

Narancia blinked. "You guys saw that, right? Where did it go?"

Abbaccho's jaw tightened. He rewound the playback again. It wasn't their eyes playing tricks. The man never reached the other curb before he disappeared.

"Is your playback acting up or something?"

"Moody Blues never acts up," Abbacchio said. He stared at the spot on the curb as if that would be enough to make his playback appear.

(Y/n) couldn't wrap their head around it. If Moody Blues only replayed events that had already happened, did that mean the man really had just vanished into thin air?

"Is it possible that Moody Blues ended up somewhere else during this part of the playback?" (y/n) asked Abbacchio. "You can sense your Stand without seeing it, right? Maybe it just skipped ahead."

Abbacchio allowed the playback to continue, starting from where the man disappeared from the sidewalk. (Y/n) could see Abbacchio turning his head slightly, his body tense.

"It's faint, but I can feel it," he muttered, more to himself than to (y/n) or Narancia. His head jerked up. "Moody Blues is this way."

Abbacchio walked quickly down the sidewalk. He paused briefly at an intersection before turning left and then crossing the street. They stopped in front of a restaurant with an obscure French name and a royal blue awning. In the window, they could see Moody Blues taking a seat and going through the motions of looking at a menu.

"Do you have a reservation?" the hostess asked when the group entered.

"Uh, no, we don't," said Narancia.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait for a table, then. Wait times are approximately twenty to thirty minutes at the moment."

There was no way they were waiting that long. (Y/n) opened their mouth to protest before Abbacchio beat them to it.

"Could I trouble you terribly for that table by the window?" Abbacchio's voice sounded so different (y/n) had to look to make sure it was actually him. Narancia and (y/n) traded glances.

"As I said before, signore, you'll have to—"

"My uncle will be meeting here with us in a few minutes. He already made a reservation. I'm sure he wouldn't mind us sitting down first."

Abbacchio sounded a ... better when he spoke like this. Not arrogant so much as suave. It was like a whole different Abbacchio. He took off his glasses, offering a small half-smile to the hostess. (Y/n) couldn't pinpoint why this sudden change was so appealing before they realized it reminded them of the self-assured way Giorno usually talked.

"Does he actually have an uncle?" Narancia whispered to (y/n).

"Beats me," (y/n) whispered back.

"You should've just said so, signore." The hostess smiled back. "What is your uncle's name?"

Abbbacchio was standing close enough to the hostess' stand that his eyes flicking down to the reservation book didn't look strange at all.

"Ugo Caprese."

"Wonderful, Caprese is right here. I'll get you seated." The hostess led them to the table by the window they'd requested, passing them all velvet-bound menus before moving off.

"What was that all about?" Narancia asked. "Do you actually have an Uncle Caprese?"

"Of course not. It's a trick my partner used when we had to get into restaurants. We always left before the actual reservation arrived, so no one was the wiser." Abbacchio said, continuing the playback of the man in the trenchcoat.

With the way they happened to be seated around the table, (y/n) was the one directly opposite from the playback. As it played, (y/n)'s position made it seem as though they were the ones the playback was talking to.

Abbacchio sped past the playback ordering from the menu and the small talk that ensued. He resumed the playback at the first mention of Stands.

"It's interesting the direction they decided to take, isn't it?" the man had made no move to take off his hat thus far. (Y/n) was beginning to think he wasn't ever going to.

Having only half of the conversation to go by was frustrating. It was hard to figure out what the man was talking about without his partner to fill in the blanks. For all (y/n) knew, he could have been talking to multiple people.

"The Foundation will be expecting our data soon," the playback said. "I'd say we have enough to submit a report." A beat passed. "Well, that can't be helped. We have to make do with what we have. ... Those two? Yes, I know. I'll have to rein them in. But let's not forget about your son." Here the playback let out a wry chuckle that made (y/n)'s hair stand on end. "Yes, they're quite the pair. If we're not careful, they'll end up unravelling everything." The playback listened intently for several beats before speaking. "It's too soon for that. I think we should wait for a little while longer."

Narancia groaned. "What the hell is he talking about? It's like he's not even speaking Italian." Abbacchio shushed him, although (y/n) had to agree. This conversation was virtually nothing without context and the other half of it.

The playback's fingers moved, presumably tracing the rim of its glass.

"Tiziano and Squalo are doing well. I'm quite pleased with their progress. Telling them to bring potentials into this restaurant was a smart move."

Potentials? (Y/n) and Abbacchio locked eyes. The two people Zucchero had mentioned conducted business at this very restaurant.

The playback chuckled. "They're very discreet about it. I doubt anyone has caught on yet."

Did Tiziano and Squalo lure students here? Maybe their Stands came into play somehow.

"The new one? Yes, I've been keeping an eye on them. Their fabric-like Stand has quite the potential if they're willing to work with it."

"Hey, that sounds like—" Abbacchio and (y/n) shushed Narancia simultaneously. To their disappointment, the playback said nothing else about White Satin. It moved to answer its phone before getting to its feet.

"No, that's alright. I need to get going. Something came up." The playback got to its feet, and for a split second, (y/n) caught sight of the man's eyes. They were a sharp lime-green, the iris pierced with an almost triangle shape. (Y/n) thought the eyes looked familiar, although they couldn't say why.

"Yes, grazie. I'll call you tomorrow. Take care."

The playback left the restaurant. Abbacchio shuddered slightly when the playback was out of sight.

"What's wrong?"

"It felt like my playback just snapped its connection with me," Abbachcio said. "The same way it did back at the crosswalk. I've never felt anything like that before. It sounds stupid, but it almost seems as though a portion of the playback got erased."

"What, like time skipped a few seconds?" Narancia asked.

"Like I said, it sounds stupid." Despite that, the intense expression that took over Abbacchio's face told (y/n) he was thinking about it.

"I'd ask you to play the conversation again, but I don't know if that would help." Narancia sipped at the ice water a server had dropped off. "What did all of that mean exactly?"

"He's observing us," (y/n) said. "It sounds like he and whoever he was talking to knew about me. That must mean he knows about you guys too."

"But why? What is he watching us for?"

Abbacchio snorted. "Our Stands, what else?"

"He talked about sending a report," (y/n) said, tracing idle patterns into the table. "Does that mean he's working for an organization?"

"That would complicate things," Abbacchio said. "It's one thing confronting an individual. An organization is another thing entirely."

"But I don't get why they have to be so secretive about it," said Narancia. "If they want to ... observe us or whatever, they could just ask."

(Y/n) also had a hard time understanding that. What did this organization gain from working in secret? Honestly, this little outing had been for nothing, seeing as they'd gotten no links between the man in the trenchcoat and Signor D. It was just more threads adding to the tangled knot of whatever this was.

"What? I don't have a nephew. Who the hell are you talking about?"

For a minute, (y/n) had forgotten all about the white lie Abbacchio had told the hostess. Judging by Narancia's deer-in-headlights expression and Abbacchio's frown, they had too.

"We gotta go," Narancia mouthed.

"No, show me who this nephew is."

(Y/n) scrambled out of their seat, stepping on Abbacchio's shoes in the process. Abbacchio glared at them, then at Narancia for shoving him in the back.

"Move, man!"

"Would you calm down? Don't look so guilty."

"But I am guilty! Some guy thinks he found his long-lost nephew!"

"Aw hell, it's you?"

(Y/n) didn't know how it hadn't registered before. The Ugo Caprese from the reservation was none other than the curly-haired guy from the bonfire. In a way, the coincidence was almost funny.

"You know this guy?" Narancia asked over (y/n)'s shoulder.

"I'm going," (y/n) said under their breath, trying to duck around the hostess' side. The hostess touched their arm.

"Excuse me, what's going on here? It seems like Signor Caprese doesn't recognize you."

"What, are you here with Una and Giovanna?" Caprese asked snarkily.

"Oh my god," Abbacchio said.

"Signor—"

"(Y/n)—"

"I just—"

"So why—"

The strangest thing happened then. One minute, (y/n) was trying to extricate themself from the situation, Caprese on one side, the hostess on the other. The next, (y/n) was somehow halfway out the door, Narancia's hand on their shoulder and Abbacchio right behind them. Caprese was now taking a seat at the table, grumbling to the hostess. (Y/n) actually started walking down the street before they'd realized what had happened.

They stopped in their tracks. "What just happened?"

Narancia slowly took his hand off (y/n)'s shoulder. "Weren't we just...?"

Abbacchio glanced over his shoulder, then at the people walking around them. No one seemed to have noticed the strange shift in time. The lack of reaction made (y/n) doubt if anything had even happened.

"It's like what happened with Moody Blues," said Abbacchio.

"A Stand ability?" asked Narancia. His phone rang suddenly, making the three of them jump. He glanced at the caller ID, flashing the screen at Abbacchio and (y/n) before answering.

"Fugo, is something wrong? You're on speaker."

"I— I'm fine," Fugo said over the phone, his voice a little shaky. "How did things go with Moody Blues? Did you discover anything?"

Narancia glanced nervously down the street. (Y/n) didn't blame him. Their entire body felt on edge. The little skip in time made them feel out of sorts with their surroundings. As though they were a beat ahead of everyone else.

"Yeah. We did. It's hard to explain. What about you guys and the train station?"

"Can you meet us at Bruno's apartment?"

"I mean, sure—" Another ringtone interrupted Narancia. He frowned at it before adding the third person to the call.

"Guys!" Trish exclaimed. "Where are you? Are you all okay?"

"Fine," Fugo said uncertainly. "Did something happen with Sale?"

"Bruno's apartment. Now." Trish hung up abruptly. (Y/n) thought they heard a gripe from Mista over on Fugo's end before he said a rushed goodbye and ended the call.

"Is it bad that I'm scared to go?" (y/n) asked.

Abbacchio was already striding away. "Don't be. We're starting to get to the bottom of this."

As Narancia and (y/n) followed after him, a man turned into the restaurant they had just left. He took a moment to gather his thoughts as he waited behind a couple. They had gotten closer than he'd expected. The tall, white-haired male, Abbacchio, was a surprise. He hadn't been planning for a Stand that was able to replay past events. It helped that the Stand was restricted by location, but even so, he would have to be more careful about his meeting places. If he wasn't careful, they would discover his identity.

Not that he wanted to hide it necessarily. He just wanted it to be revealed on his terms.

He'd thought using his Stand on his way to the restaurant would've thrown them off, but they were perceptive. The fabric and small airplane Stand users were amateurs, but Abbacchio had evidently had his Stand for much longer. The combination of such a Stand and such a user was troublesome.

He should have used his Stand earlier. He could've timed it so that the interval of time they'd spent watching Moody Blues had been erased. It was already impressive that they'd seemed to notice that skip in time. Perhaps he wasn't giving them enough credit. His findings, once he submitted them, would cause quite the stir.

The hostess smiled at him. "Hello, signore. Do you have a reservation?"

The man inclined his head. The hostess was able to catch a glimpse of his eyes under his brimmed hat. An unusual lime-green colour. "Yes. For one o'clock."

"Ah yes. Please follow me, Signor D."

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#pseuminova #JJBA #jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #Golden Wind #golden wind x reader #Vento Aureo #vento aureo x reader #gender neutral reader #modern au

[enniewritesathing]

ask game: ✈️💯🐷💜🍸😊 (I picked one from each category, choose whichever OCs you'd like)

hello! 👋

✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

I'll do this for Brian since I've got John answered.

He loves to travel and especially when he's told "hey, we're gonna go to [x]". Doesn't like to do the packing (that's John's job) but he's down to go anywhere. Anything but the train though... the views are amazing but the space is not friendly to someone over 6 feet tall, lol.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

John: He's left-handed, afraid of spiders, and he's shy! (He comes off as polite so ofc no one's caught that. Been like that since he was a kid and it's just one of his quirks.)

Brian: Likes to garden (he would keep bees in the backyard, but between John and the cat... lol), may have accidentally ate one too many brownie in college ("i'm not feeling anything" then an hour later, "Johnny, have you seen the moon?"), and the fact that his middle name is Antonio. He's embarrassed by this so when he has to use his initials, he never says what the A stands for.

🐷 PIG FACE — what is your oc's favorite animal?

John: Cats, but specfically the black-footed cat. How can this creature be so cute but so deadly? Cats are fascinating in the sense that yeah, they're predators and all of that, but they're incredibly baby. Something something duality.

Brian: Secretary bird, but only because of the fact that he's like "oh, that's me :)" honey, that's a birdsona

💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

John: He is half white (from dad) and half Filipino (from mom). Dad's side of the family, he's not too sure about where specifically, but mom's side, he is an descendant of a very obscure royalty (in Bare Knuckle, he had 'met' his ancestor, the first one to have it...it's uh, a whole ass thing.) and where he has his eye color from. As far as he knows, he is either the 4th or 5th person to have it. It's not werewolf related; that happens later. The weirdest 'tradition' that comes from that side of the family is that at least one of them knows a martial art; doesn't matter who.

Brian: He's some flavor of European, but he doesn't know the specifics other than they were almost always royal adjacent with upkeeping the king's or what-have-you hunting lodges and at some point, became favorable to the point of being granted high statues, power, and the privileges that comes along with it as well as the wealth. To this day, as far as he knows, that's still the case with them catering to the wealthy. Brian comes from old money but since getting disowned, he doesn't give a shit about it. (As a side note, when someone raises their eyebrows at his current last name, they ask if he's related. "I was, then I wasn't :)")

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

John: He hardly drinks (mix of personal reasons and taste issue), but he likes anything that's heavy on fruits. Really likes mimosas.

Brian: He used to drink the hard stuff (whiskey and the like), but he only breaks that out (Jack Daniels, aka JD) when he really has a bad day (too much of it though, he's a little mean). Otherwise, he sticks to wines and 'light' cocktails.

😊 SMILING FACE WITH SMILING EYES — what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

John: He's in a good spot career wise. I decided I was gonna rework this story, but in the future, he's gonna be gunning to be a Muay Thai world champion (again). Will he succeed? Maybe, maybe not. He has a lot more years ahead of him and he wants to see what more he can accomplish.

Brian: Right now, he's thinking about getting some certifications in other fields as a nurse... something a little less stressful than ER. (there are only two types of shifts -- too quiet (not normal, shit will go down in 2 minutes, and whatever 'normal' is.) As long as he gets to help people in some form or fashion, he's good. Like John, he wants to see what he'll accomplish, but he will not stress himself out like he did when was younger.

#ennie answers #airbussy-a330 #sorry this took so long lol #john being from royalty is like a footnote to him in the sense of 'oh? neat' #for whatever reason people tend to treat him as such and he's not a fan of that and intentionally humbles himself #he only knows of stories of it from his older relatives #a text post #non sims #oc things #long post