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sparring-spirals · 2 years

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(im extremely caffeinated rn this might not make sense, lets go)

With recent events, absolutely amped for Bell's Hells to become a full manifestation of the concept "horrific force of nature".

Between Orym, and Fearne and now Laudna, plants that grow and sprout and die around them, all the pretty bits of nature as well as the horrifying aspects of it. Waking up with flowers grown over and into you. Branches outstretched like fingertips, roots that can ground and choke. Vines that move on their own and wrap around your neck like a noose. Poisons and toxins growing around you. Out of you. Exquisite. Fantastic.

With Imogen, a storm, raging, crackling, bearing down, rain that could either save you or flood you. The sky turning a deep, deep red, cloud cover and nature gone silent in the face of something awful. Lightning and wind that can tear everything to pieces, that drown out everything else, set things aflame and rip them apart. Sexy. Unparalleled.

With Chetney, a wolf, howling in the distance, bloodlust that crawls in your veins, rage that is bestial and also very, very natural. A wild look in someone's eyes, glint of sharp teeth in the dark, predator and prey and jackrabbitting hearts. Visceral. Passionate.

With Ashton- Time, space, gravity, literal forces of nature, slowling and warping and bending around you. Your limbs inexorably heavy, your feet no longer planted on the same patch of ground, everything going too fast or too slow. Laws of the universe, the things keeping it anchored- all bending around you to swallow you whole. Right before a big ole stone cracks your head open. Horrifying. Inexplicable. (cool as hell).

And even with F.C.G: Something manmade, a pure technological advancement, metal and magic fused. Except: everything about them, their purpose, their kindness- wrapped up in human emotions, feelings and passion. Vulnerabilities too. Insecurities, weaknesses, patterns of mistakes made by all living minds. There is nothing more natural. Nothing more inescapable. Mortifying. Awesome as fuck.

Bell's Hells! Forces of nature! By some broad definition. With all of the inherent horror and menace that term implies. Bell's Hells as a spooky, otherworldly troupe, except everything about them is the worst bits of this world come to life. hell yes.

#have some lovely meta provoking asks in my inbox but i also had coffee which means my brain is going TOO fast for it so instead we get this #anyway its about FORCES OF NATURE AND NATURAL THINGS AND ALSO SPOOKY. spooky season. this is a halloween post i guess #im absolutely VIBRATING im going to get off my phone now. have fun with this folks.#critical role #c3e38 #bell's hells #meta #character meta #my meta #narrative meta #(?)#MAN I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT THE FIRE. AND THE HELL. but thats there too

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love-toxin · 2 years

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yandere fruity four reverse harem??? 🥺

YOU'RE GONNA JUST SAY THAT??? KNOWING IT'S GONNA CHANGE MY LIFE???? fuck. yandere fruity four.

Steve is such a big protector, choosing to physically put himself between you and whatever danger you might be facing, whether that danger is a swarm of demo-bats or just some creep that's trying to ask you out. he would quite literally die for you, and you often have to remind him not to go that far with tears and wailing when he gets hurt or has to be dragged into the trailer to have his wounds looked at. but, while he's a bit reckless and can be overbearing at times, he's also so completely in love with you that's it's honestly sickening--he's the one that will dance with you in the living room to a song on the radio, and stroke your hair with your head in his lap and refuse to move you if you fall asleep there. you're comfy, therefore you shall not be awoken, and god rest Eddie's soul if he knocks something over or gets feedback on his amp. you'll hear his shrieks and panicked laughter when Steve storms in and throttles him--or just tickles him to death. he's a sweetheart deep down, and he just loves to please you and his best friends, so he's just the perfect guy to watch over you and make sure you're both comfortable and happy.

Nancy is always on the lookout for you, if you sneak out for a brief respite from the four to go do something they think is too risky, she's the one that finds you and gives you a lecture or two about your safety. but she also includes you in so much of her life, you get to come with her on her top-secret journalism projects and hold her camera for her, and she always takes you out for a treat when you stay up all night with her to work on her latest story to submit to the newspaper office. she's so doting, so gentle, and very in tune with what you need and when you need it, whether it be physically or emotionally or both. she can pick up on your emotions so effortlessly that it's like she can read your mind, and all she has to do is suggest something to do that she knows will lift your spirits and you'll be whisked away to go do it. she's on the possessive side though, so you might wake up to one of your partners kicked off the bed and sleeping on the floor while she takes their place. usually that only happens if they manage to piss her off, but it still happens. and don't be surprised by her joining in on any of those more intimate times she might accidentally walk in on--even if she has something to do or somewhere to be, you can bet she'll put it off just long enough to get her hands on you.

Eddie is so soft and sweet on you. he's definitely overprotective but not in the way the others are--he likes to see you with your own freedoms, as long as he can take part of them in some way. he has so many nicknames for you and genuinely does treat you like royalty, but he also can get so attached to you that he can't be shaken off no matter how hard you try. he'll be there in the shower with you and cuddled up as close as he can get against you when you're sleeping together, and if you need some space then you usually have to get one of the other three to drag him away and busy him while you do something personal or just have some alone time. that's just one of those quirks you just kinda have to deal with, but he more than makes up for it with the kind of adoration one rarely finds in anyone, much less a sweet man like him. plus, he wouldn't ever judge you for anything--you don't ever have to fear about being yourself with him, because if anything he'll just want to take part in it so he can get to know you better. that weird hobby or stupid dance or song you want to sing terribly is like gold to him, he wants to see it and treasure it because it's what makes you you.

Robin is the one constantly vying for your attention, always on your heels with that hopeful expression that you'll stop whatever you're doing to talk to her or just shoot her a smile. she swears you're her main source of happiness, her sunshine, her whole world--she would do anything to have your eyes on her, even if it means sneaking you out from under the other three's noses to go do something fun without their supervision. she's the queen of holding hands and giggling as you hurry out of the trailer and duck out of sight, before hijacking Eddie's van and peeling off to go get icecream or see a late-night movie. she's by far the easiest one to talk to about the real stuff, to complain about Steve's stubbornness or Nancy's mother henning or Eddie's barging in while you're trying to pee in peace. and while she has a talent for making you laugh those annoyances off until they don't feel so frustrating, she also listens so intently that you can't help but feel seen and understood even if she doesn't always have the right words to say so. plus, there's something about driving home after a little impromptu outing and seeing Nancy and Steve standing on the porch with their arms crossed like disappointed parents that just brings you even closer together.

#yandere eddie munson #yandere steve harrington #yandere nancy wheeler #yandere robin buckley #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #robin buckley x reader #st 4 #stranger things #fruity four #fruity four x reader #ellie writes #anons

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years

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Can I request a Raph!2012 x Reader?

Takes place during the space arc (you can probably tell where I’m going with this)

Raph is over here being all flirty with Mona and the reader who’s had feelings for him for a while is pretty upset about it. Yeah they’re jealous but like what can they do? They’re not strong or tough or as pretty (by mutant/alien standards) as Mona. And to make it worse it seems like everyone one else except Raph realizes this.

Meanwhile Raph is also having his own turmoil, he knows that he has feelings for reader but due to ✨miscommunication✨ he thinks that reader isn’t interested. He thinks they’re scared of him, when really they haven’t really felt like this ever, so they don’t really know what to do except amp up how much they dote on him emotionally and physically. I mean sure they’ve had their moments and they’ve always been there for him, kind and understanding of him and his issues since they came into their lives but… aren’t they like that with everyone? (Spoiler alert, they’re not-)So he tries to get over em w/ Mona. Key word tries.

You can end it with angst or a happy ending, surprise me :)

Thank you for taking the time out of your day to write this if you choose to and have a good day!

A/n: thank you for requesting. And sorry if I mess this up I haven't seen the space arc just a few scenes.

Summary:you and raph like each other but you two don't know so raph decided to try and get rid of the crush in a not so good way

Version:2012

So everyone knew you liked raph and raph liked you but did you guys know that? No raph just thought you were scared of him. So he tried not to think of his crush and get over it, but that didn't really work. Probably because he was flirting with Mona and she didn't show much interest but hey raph is trying to not having feeling for you. But you watching this happens hurt you so much to the point you avoid his glaze. That's when he confirmed you were scared of him or at least didn't like him. Donnie thought it was a hard time adjusting for you at first but when he seen the hurt in your eyes as you looked at raph flirt with Mona he knew what was going on. He was abit upset that raph couldn't see what he was doing to you but he also knew he couldn't do much. Leo didn't see it he also thought you didn't like raph so he kept to himself. And mikey he knew, he always knew that you two had a crush on each other but you two didn't see it, so when he seen what was happening with raph and Mona he was angry and actually went off on raph because of what he was doing. Raph was confused about qhat Mikey was yelling at him for but he let it go. But he thought about what mikey said and couldn't get over over fact that he is hurting someone so bad so he tried it figure it out, but of course he didn't think it was you so he didn't acknowledge you. He believed you hated him and you thought he same, he didn't know you basically cried yourself to sleep and you didn't know he was also hurt by you but he didn't make it obvious just sat back in pain. Know when Mona caught on to you she knew she was on the few that had to tell raph he was hurting someone so she did.

"Look raph I know you don't like me"

"What? Yeah I do what makes you think I don't"

"Why? Because I see the way you look at y/n and I see the hurt in you eyes and they look away you need to talk to them"

"But they hate me"

"Do they thought? Or are they just so hurt that you flirt with me that they look away every time you look at them"

"I-I...are you sure"

"Go.talk.to.them"

And with that raph walked away scared about what she would do if he didn't. So he searched and searched but couldn't find you. Now it had been dark while he was talking to Mona so he figured you were asleep. He qas gonna wait for the next day but suddenly Mona popped up. She grapped his arm and dragged him to you. Now he thought he was about to die so he was freaking out. Until he seen you curled up in your bed. Mona basically through raph in to you and slammed the door. When the door slammed you froze and breath hitched. You didn't who was in your room and didn't want to know. But raph walked up to you and sat down. He put his hand on you side and waited for you to roll over. After a minute or two you rolled over and made eye contact with him. You seen the hurt in his eyes as soon as he seen you red eyes and tear Stained face. He picked you up and hugged you knowing he's the reason.

"I'm sorry y/n I thought you were scared of me or worse you hated me"

"Hate you? No I really like you but seeing you flirting with Mona hurts"

"Hey don't cry it's okay I'm here now, no need to cry"

"I'm glad but just because your here doesn't mean you like me the same, so it's hard not to cry"

He pulled out of the hug, setting you back on the bed

"Hey who said I didn't like you the same"

"Huh, wait really"

"Yeah y/n I only flirted with Mona because I was trying to get over you"

"Oh"

"Hey why sound so sad"

"Because instead of trying to figure what was wrong with me cause I know mikey told you, you instead kept flirting with Mona to try and get rid of your feelings"

"Well I never thought it would be you that liked me, I thought you hated me"

"If I hated you I wouldn't be here, you know that right"

"I-"

"See you figured I hated you or was scared and didn't try to confirm it"

"I don't know why you have you be angry over this like im sorry I didn't know"

"I'm not angry at you just upset you never tried to talk to me after you met Mona it's like you just figured your friend hated you when you met her"

"Oh"

"So unless your here to actually comfort me-"

"Y/n please give me another chance I want to date you i really do but you have to give me a chance, I promise I won't flirt with Mona or anyone else just please let me have this chance"

".."

"Just this once please"

"Okay fine only because I want this too"

You smiled and looked at him watching as his face turns from hurt to happy

"Thank you y/n"

"Of course but if you do it again your gone alright"

He smiled and kissed your hand. You laughed and pulled him in and down. He was shocked when he came in contact with your chest. When he realized you were cuddling him he just accepted it and hugged back. When Mona came back to make sure he did chicken out she was pleased to see you two asleep. And giggled at raph asleep in your arms.

A/n:sorry this took awhile and if I got Mona personally wrong I haven't seen the space arc yet. I hope you enjoyed

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt headcanons #tmnt imagine #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt x male reader #tmnt 2012 #tmnt x gn reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt 2012 x male reader

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out-of-control · 2 years

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TOUCH

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warnings: injury mention, alcohol

summary: a series of jax touching things.

Jax likes to touch things. It got him in a lot of trouble as a kid, but he can't help it. The best way for him to understand something is to get his hands on it. He's taken apart more radios than he can count, and, because of that, he can always put them back together. People are harder.

"Here," Jim says, pressing a warm styrofoam cup into Jax's hand. Grateful, he toasts Jim and takes a sip, then immediately makes a face, on account of having burnt his tongue and been horrified by the taste.

"Argh," he says, spitting onto the ground. "This is your nasty coffee, bitch."

"My nasty coffee," Jim says stonefacedly.

"You're adulterating it. All that fucking sugar." Jax sticks his tongue out to cool it in the cold morning air, and makes a grab for the cup Jim's holding. Rolling his eyes, Jim hands it over, and receives his own in return.

Jax doesn't drink it just yet, content to feel the warmth through the cup against his hands for the time being. For the rest of the day, he keeps prodding the burnt tip of his tongue against the inside of his teeth.

"Does she have a name?" Jax asks, running a finger along the neck of Jim's bass, feeling the bump of each fret in turn.

"Helen of Troy," Jim says. "You can play her if you want."

Jax looks up, smile spreading unbidden across his lips. "No shit?"

"No shit." Jim gets up, motions for Jax to sit down on the milk crate coffee table, and brings the bass over, plopping her in Jax's lap. Jax hasn't played a bass before, but he can play guitar, and he figures the general principle is the same. Let's see. He knows the guitar part to "Live Fast Die Young." He gets his hands into position, angling his right thumbnail as a makeshift pick, pressing his left finger to seven on big E. And he starts to play.

It's not his best work. He's thrown by how much more space his arm has to stretch across. And he's not sure that the actual bass part to "Live Fast" is a direct parallel to the guitar. But it almost sounds like something. Jim is silent on the couch behind him; but Jax knows from the prickle on the back of his neck and the attentive line of Jim's body in his peripheral vision that he's being watched intently.

Jim reaches over, puts his hand over Jax's to still it. "Hold on." He rests his chin on Jax's shoulder, reaches an arm around his torso, and, with his right hand, raps out a rhythm against the body of the bass. "Can you do that on the A string? Don't worry about fretting, just play it open."

Jax copies the beat, swiping back and forth with his nail. The string scrapes against his knuckle.

"Use your fingers," Jim says. "Like you're pulling the strings."

Jax tenses his jaw, but he tries. Jim observes him silently as he repeats the motion over and over again until finally he can maintain the rhythm.

"Now play every third beat on the G instead. Still open."

Jax practices for another spate of minutes until he can do that, too. The thick strings drag against the pads of his fingers; much more of this and it'll start to hurt, but he doesn't care in the least.

"Nice," Jim says finally. "Keep doing that." And then he reaches his left hand around Jax's body and starts fretting, in perfect time with Jax's plucking. A massive grin spreads across Jax's face as he realizes what they're playing. "You fucking fanboy," he says, as the bassline to "Sabotage" reverberates through his body. Jim doesn't answer, just brings his right hand around as well to pluck out the funky little ascending part of the riff before removing it and letting Jax slip right back into his rhythm.

Jax closes his eyes, brows knit together, focusing in on the index and middle fingers of his right hand, on the vibration through his ribcage.

"It's pretty convenient," Jax says. "Bass. You don't even really need an amp to practice."

Jim nods, sharp chin digging into his shoulder, pinning him like an insect. "You can just feel it."

Jax winces into the mirror, pressing two fingers into the center of the swelling on his face. It's mottled red and green, deforming his cheekbone and the flesh underneath his eye into something he can't quite recognize as himself.

Every time he touches it, the white burst of pain makes him feel nauseous.

He keeps doing it anyway.

The backseat window of Jim's car is fogged over. Jax drags a finger down it, leaving a straight, clear line. He makes another, and another. The glass catches on his finger the harder he presses, making a squeaking sound. Jax draws a smiley face, then an angry face, then a penis.

Jim catches his gaze in the rearview mirror, brows knitted together. His mouth moves, but Jax's brain is too wobbly to translate it into words. He just nods agreeably and then lies down across the seats.

He keeps his eyes open, watching patterns of light scatter across the ceiling of Jim's car, until he starts to feel nauseous. Eyes shut tight, he rubs his cheek against the upholstery and attempts to curl his body into a fetal position. Every time Jim hits a pothole Jax feels his organs jostle, but otherwise the vibrational hum of the road is kind of like a tactile lullaby. He lets it thrum through his bones, and tries to fall asleep.

Jax traces a finger down from Jim's hairline to his eyebrow, following the line of raised skin there. The scar jumps from browbone to cheek, so Jax's hand does as well, lingering just a little at the scar's terminal point.

He thinks it's beautiful, but doesn't say so.

He's straddling Jim's torso, a knee on either side of Jim's chest. There's something about this evening, this warm summer night that's got him keeping the window open, faint traffic noises leaking through over the noise of the fan: he wants to take his time.

Sitting back, he takes Jim's forearm by the wrist, kisses up the inside from elbow to palm. Jim watches him do it, chest steadily rising and falling like a bellows in the dim light. Jax turns it over, reads the words inked across Jim's veins, bisected by a jagged line of flesh in relief. Jim keeps staring at him, pale eyes lit up by a flash of headlights passing across the window.

Sharp, smart, serrated, Jax thinks. Yeah. And presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to Jim's wrist. He sucks in, hard; the skin there has been marked twice already, what's a third time? Satisfied he's left a signature, he pulls away, peppers little kisses and licks over all the other tiny scars on Jim's arm, nicks and punctures and burns.

He wants to kiss Jim on the mouth again, so he does, one hand held against the side of Jim's throat to feel the blood jump there. Jim kisses back, not quite sweetly but not that fiercely either. For some reason he keeps his own hands down on the bed. That's alright. Jax is fine with doing enough touching for the both of them.

Pulling back, Jax brushes a hand across the scar on Jim's collarbone, then dips and follows with his mouth, kissing his way along the knotted scar tissue.

Jax reaches a hand down to catch Jim's and laces their fingers together, squeezing tight. He can feel Jim's heartbeat through their palms. Then he lets go, hating the loss of contact, and crawls backwards down the length of Jim's body, until he's nearly off the bed. He wraps both hands around Jim's calf and pushes gently, bending Jim's left leg upwards off the mattress. Stroking his fingers up and down, from ankle to thigh and back again, he lowers his lips to Jim's kneecap and presses a kiss there, right over the little wobbly flower tattoo, the twin sister to the one stick and poked over Jax's own knee. Jim sighs at the kiss, letting his head fall back against the mattress. Jax brings his hands lower, still mouthing at Jim's knee, to touch the mass of scars rippling across Jim's leg. He skates fingertips over roughened, reddened skin, at once gentle and firm.

Do you know how stunning this is? Jax wants to say. Look what your body did for you, look at how it decorated you when it was fixing itself. He runs a thumb along a particularly wide scar. What a fucking marvel.

Looking up, Jax watches Jim's throat and jaw work, as if he's about to say something, but in the end Jim stays silent. Jax makes his way back up the bed and kisses the corner of Jim's mouth. "You're gorgeous, you know," he says softly, face hot. Jim rolls his head on the pillow to look at him. His eyes are huge. "Total knockout."

Jim wraps a hand around the back of Jax’s head and kisses him, hard and slow.

Jax closes his eyes, and splays his whole hand against the side of Jim's face, stroking the scar on Jim's chin with the pad of his thumb. “Can you feel that?” he asks, no louder than a whisper.

Jim swallows. “No,” he admits quietly.

Jax drags his hand down, lower, pressing it firmly against the flesh over Jim’s heart. “How about that?” he murmurs.

“Yeah,” Jim answers this time, pulse beating evenly under Jax’s palm.

Jax lowers his head and touches their mouths together. Drawing back just enough to speak, he whispers, “How about that?”

Jim reaches an arm up then and, slowly, swipes his thumb over Jax’s lips. “Yeah.”

#words #not-author's note: this is one of the first ones katz wrote and it still fucking lobotomizes me #author's note: dave very nicely informed me that the bassline to sabotage is played with a pick to which i say: Well.#non-author's note 2: also the song he played in ghosts. <3

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jakesuit0 · 2 years

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Guardians of Sunshine Review

“Guardians of Sunshine” has one of the only title cards to forego the usual torn painting style and go with a video game start screen. It’s also the only animated title card. Not counting the red tinted version of the usual opening credits in “Stakes”, these credits are the only to be stylized differently. It helps to make this feel like a special adventure.

Finn and Jake’s conversation while playing Guardians of Sunshine on BMO captures what kids say to each other while gaming. Finn and Jake are very overconfident with their skills at first, despite only being on the first level. They mistake random elements of the level as glitches.

Like Finn and Jake, people often disagree which collectibles they should care about getting, like useless coins. Finn reaches Sleepy Sam in the game. It’s funny how such a simple looking enemy gives him so much trouble. It looks like Finn can easily just jump over him, but he instead makes himself vulnerable by trying to perform a long combo move. Sleepy Sam is able to eat Finn’s character and poop out a pixel.

Finn blames the game for his loss. He claims it would be easy if he were in it for real, which is definitely something I’ve said while frustrated. Cope harder Finn. BMO lets it slip that he has the ability to send Finn and Jake into the game. Moe is a genius and I can buy that he could give BMO this ability. But, why would he give it to him? Did he think it would be another way to make BMO’s new family happy? I wish this had been brought up! It’s also weird that there’s an extra compartment with the button that’s suddenly in this episode and never seen again. BMO is almost egging Finn on when he says it’s “too dangerous” for him and an “incredible adventure”. Finn and Jake act real sus and decide it’s “time for bed”. BMO, for some reason, doesn’t take any actions to stop what he knows is coming. When BMO falls asleep, Finn and Jake get him to push the button, sending them inside the video game. Adventure Time gets to do its take on the characters going inside a video game trope!

This marks the first use of guest animation in an episode! Finn, Jake, and the video game world are computer-generated. It’s a great decision that makes it feel like Finn and Jake have really entered the virtual space, especially with the green and black background. Due to their new pixelated circumstances, Jake gets to join in on the autotune singing with Finn for once in a cute song.

They reach the first pit that Finn and Jake thought was so easy. Jake idiotically jumps right into the lava, which is now much bigger. Turns out the game is actually much harder now that it’s real! Jake still has two more lives so he purposefully kills himself again for fun. It’s funny how much amusement Jake gets out of killing himself. Also Jake death foreshadowing or whatever. Finn is worried that maybe iF yOu DiE iN tHe GaMe YoU dIe In ThE rEaL wOrLd. Jake’s stretchy powers should make the game much easier and they use it to cross the pit.

They run into Bouncy Bee. I love the cut from Finn and Jake ready and amped up to face the enemy to Bouncy Bee brutally murdering Finn as he screams in agony. Jake just stands there, when he could easily defeat it using his powers. I guess he was frozen in fear. After Finn returns because of his extra lives, Jake declares that they should never die again. Yikes, that hits differently now. Jake insists on taking some gold coins with them, so they’ll be rich in real life. Jake forgets that they are already loaded with gold and are super rich. His old thieving ways still have its influence, I suppose.

Finn and Jake have to run away from Honey Bunny. It’s cool that the episode acknowledges that being transported into the game means you can’t do certain things you can do with a controller, like summoning the bomba. Finn and Jake reach Sleepy Sam. He’s still very tiny. They could easily get around him. Instead, Finn slowly sneaks up to him. The suspense and ominous music works very effectively. Sleepy Sam’s scream definitely got me as a kid. Finn gets eaten, making them both down to their last lives.

They run away from all the monsters in fear and get cornered. Jake tries to rip off the bomba icon from the edge of the screen. It’s interesting that the UI part of the game is still accessible from within. Jake pulling out the bomba creates a portal back into the real world. Not sure if the logic lines up there but it works!

Finn and Jake rip a hole through BMO and are back home. Jake’s coin being a penny in the real world is a hilarious twist. The enemies from the game follow, ripping through poor BMO. They seem like they are going to be chill after they finally get what they want, sunshine. However, they turn their attention to BMO for imprisoning them. After Jake gets eaten, it’s up to Finn to save his pals. He uses the combo move in real life to defeat them. Sleepy Sam really should have eaten Finn instead of just watching Finn and slowly opening his mouth. BMO is rightfully pissed at Finn and Jake, especially after they say they want to give it another go. He starts using the combo move on Finn and Jake. The episode ends on a game over screen, implying BMO murdered the boys. A great ending!

Finn, Jake, and BMO are able to use the combo in real life. At first I assumed it would only work on creatures from the game. But then, BMO uses it on Finn and Jake. Maybe them being in the game makes them forever vulnerable to that combo. Don’t let The Lich find out! Perhaps only people who have been in the game, and BMO who hosts the game, can perform it. I wonder if the monsters actually originated from the real world and were transported the way Finn and Jake were. It’s also possible they were created for and born in the game.

It’s nice for BMO to finally have a more active role in an episode and be a major plot point. We get to see his bossy and sassy side of him for the first time. Usually BMO is depicted as Finn and Jake’s child. But, sometimes we get to see him as the voice of reason and scolding Finn and Jake which can also be funny. Finn and Jake are finally shown to care about BMO as a friend with them showing concern when he is damaged and trying to save him from the game’s enemies. He’s not just a video game console anymore!

My only problem with this episode is the glaring oversight that Finn could have just spammed backpack to win the game like he always does.

Grade: A-

#guardians of sunshine #adventure time #finn the human #jake the dog #finn and jake #bmo

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I Quit Everything by Freda Love Smith

Fuck-Marry-Kill

The game Fuck-Marry-Kill, where you're given three names of potential love or sex interests and required to place each in one of the above categories, has always bothered me. Can't we have a "flirt" option? A "tango" option? One of the advantages of quitting is that it creates space: breaking out of the daily habit of drinking let me step away and view it with fresh eyes and a sense of curiosity. It didn't leave me with absolute clarity. Alcohol is poison and I was cleaner and healthier without. Yes. And. Alcohol is medicine and I was bereft and diminished without. I've been alive long enough to not expect absolute clarity in anything. After decades in a relationship with John Barleycorn, I don't want to fuck, marry, or kill him. I think what I want is to stay conscious and keep dancing. (p. 56)

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How Do I Love Thee?

There is a magic to weed: it brings a glow, a brightening of perception, an openness to experience, an ease of being. It turns down the volume on my fears and worries about my children, my anger about the social and political state of the world, my stress and exhaustion from work, and the prolonged uncertainty and loss wrought by Covid-19. It helps me sleep, makes listening to music or watching television more fun, soothes my aching joints, shakes up my dull, repetitive patterns of thought.

I'm going to do high yoga, I announce to Jake, before my nightly routine of gentle yoga. I feel a delicious wonder, flowing through the simplest stretches and movements. Hugging my knees into my chest is profound; lower back lengthens, sacroiliac joint settles back into alignment with a gentle thunk. I sink into the sensations, surrender to gravity. I mean have you ever really FELT gravity? It's like when I first practiced yoga in my twenties, amazing, a revelation to feel my face relax and open, my shoulders drop, my breath deepen. Over the decades I'd grown habituated to the practice, less conscious. I never stopped loving yoga, never stopped benefitting from it, but I hadn't freaked out over it in a long time, until high yoga, which made it new again.

And high sex. Sex had been a great pleasure in my younger adulthood, but menopause changed my body, as it does, and left me drier, less desirous. Cannabis is a fix, takes me out of my head and deep into the warmth of my body, helps me rediscover a sense of surrender. High sex is not acrobatic; it's slow, attentive, responsive. My skin becomes extra sensitive, every brush of fingertips electric. And climaxing is like Nigel Tufnel's special amp in This Is Spinal Tap: these orgasms go to eleven.

Other things, too: A high hot bath, utterly dreamy; the water has presence, texture, agency, silk on my skin, heat reaching into the center of my muscles; let go, says the water, and I comply, exhaling, melting. A high cup of spearmint tea, total delight; the flavor intensified, an entire field of spearmint on a sunny day distilled into each sip.

I become a better, more enlightened version of myself on cannabis: more aware, appreciative, insightful, open. It makes me wonder. Does THC correct some chemical lack in my brain?

Might I be . . . weed deficient? (pp. 94-95)

***

Caffeine and the minute hand on clocks appeared roughly simultaneously in Western culture, and it was only a matter of time before this drug would free us entirely from our circadian rhythms, enabling us to override human biology and our connection to the cycles of the sun.

Get your fix and get your ass to work. (p. 126)

***

The Pose of the Corpse

I don't know what it's like to be dead, but I imagine it's a lot like not being on Facebook. We have to practice dying, it's necessary. In How We Live Is How We Die, Buddhist nun Pema Chödrön observes that people who "open themselves to the inevitability of their death" are "more engaged in life and more appreciative of what they have." One of the five foundational "remembrances" of Buddhism is "I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death." Some Buddhists recite this every day. It seems like a good idea to me. Marcus Aurelius, Roman emperor and Stoic philosopher, wrote in his Meditations that "you may leave this life at any moment: have this possibility in your mind in all that you do or say or think." I'm not Buddhist or Stoic, so I practiced dying by kicking myself off social media for a while, standing in a soundless forest, as lost as ever, but perhaps the slightest bit more open and aware. (p. 145)

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Houston TX

By Andrew Doyle

After another great trip to perform for the Corazon Migrante Tour in Houston, Texas, I wanted to share a little about our experience.

After some unexpected fees and a damaged amp during our last trip together in Nogales, Arizona in March, we decided to rent some of our equipment from a Guitar Center in Houston, not far from our hotel. It was a good dose of relief knowing we didn't have to travel with as much this time around and it was probably a little cheaper in the end too.

We had rented a car at the airport and after a long time in line we drove straight to the hotel to unload our luggage and instruments.The weather was beautiful and we were ready to indulge in some good southern cooking. Juny's long-time friend Raul who lives in the Houston area had recommended a place we could meet up for a crawfish boil and maybe a beer or two. That sounded amazing to me, but I was trying to hide my enthusiasm.

When we arrived, and met up with Raul there were some big hugs being thrown around and we quickly got to having some good laughs and ate until we couldn't move.

Juny picked up her cajon after lunch and we went back to the hotel to freshen up. Still full, we met back up with Raul in an old town called The Heights (? - must confirm town and place) for a few Old Fashions and more good laughs. The service was outstanding and made us feel right at home. I think any gitters I had from being away from home and in a big city like Houston were officially evaporated at that point.

When we got back to the hotel we ran through our set, as much as we could; as we didn't have my amp yet and we were trying not to wake the people in the rooms next door.

After a much-needed sleep, I took the car to pick up my rental amp and when I got back we set out to find a place nearby to get some lunch. We had found a place online but quickly realized that we wouldn't have time to drive there and back and be ready to leave the hotel for soundcheck, so we kept driving in hopes that we would find something good to eat as it would likely be our last meal until after our show.

We soon stumbled upon a restaurant called El Muelle and as we walked in I saw a bowl of soup that caught my eye. I had never seen anything like it before and knew I had to try it. It was called Mariscada de Centro America, a seafood soup in a creamy curry broth that was to die for. It was as good as the Albondigas de Camaron I had in Nogales, Arizona. I was truly in heaven. I also had tried their Coctele Vida which had squid, shrimp and raw oysters; that was so fantastic too.

Still smiling from an amazing meal, we went back to the hotel to get ready for our show. While driving back we realized we still needed to get the PA speaker Raul had offered to loan us for the show and we were running out of time. Getting around Houston quickly is no easy task. At the point we thought we would just have to make due with the amp the Consulate said they had for us. Not long after that realization, Raul showed up at the hotel with the PA speaker! So we didn't have to drive across town to get and didn't have to rely on a speaker we hadn't seen yet. This was the MVP move of the trip. Without Raul dropping everything he was doing at that moment and bringing us the PA speaker before we were to leave for soundcheck, I don't know if we would have had a show quite honestly.

When we got to the Consulate building we were a bit awed by how beautiful the inside of the building was and how it felt like we were up in the trees as the windows on both sides of the building showed mostly just trees and light coming in. The art was up on the wall and sculptures were displayed on clean white wooden pedestals throughout the space. There was a great aura and vibe there as everyone was warm and friendly as usual at these events.

We got set up and did a quick soundcheck. My cousins Amy and Jonathan and his girlfriend Nikki all live in Houston and were able to come see our show. Jessica's cousin Lizette lives there too and she and her family were there as well. Seeing your family and friends at a show when you're so far from home is an amazing feeling; we're so grateful for them making it and for being so supportive of us. They made it almost impossible not to have a great show.

It felt so good to play for such a great audience and to be a part of the Migrante Tour and mission. I love Mexican culture and the people so much!

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Hi !

How are you doing ? ^^

Can I request something angsty but maybe (if possible) with an happy ending for whoever you want ?

My idea was that their crush has hanahaki (because they think they don't love them)

I'm sorry, I don't really know how to explain the idea clearly ^^"

I hope you will have a nice day ! :3

I can totally do that for you! :3 I'll write for Red because that's my boy =w= But if you want someone else, feel free to request again! Hope I did it right! ;w;/ I may have gone overboard ;; Reader x Redd - with Hanahaki TW: Medical stuff, illness things, hospitals, angst, no proof reading oops, and swearing You plucked away a last petal from your shoulder, as you returned your gaze to the mirror, looking yourself over for a moment. Of all the people for you to fall for, it had to be him. When the monsters started to come from the underground, you never thought you'd be friends with them, let alone had fallen so head over heels for one of them. But something about this bone boy really got to you. Despite the rough and tough personality he put up, you could see who he was truly. But that's why you knew they wouldn't be interested in you. How could a monster be in love with a human? You looked your face over for a moment more in the mirror, your hands gripping the sink tightly. Once you felt that you had gathered yourself enough to be around others, you sighed and pushed off the sink, giving the mirror a last glance on your way out the bathroom door. Once you entered the living room, a pair of sockets shifted to look at you, as Red's constant smile seemed to grow more at your sight. "Was starting to worry ya fell in the toilet." He teased, his sockets shifting back to the video game he was play, that you had brought over to play with him. You simply forced a smile, that you wore well to block out any prying questions about how you had been, despite the fact your features has slowly worsen over time. Your body finally giving way to display how sickly you had been feeling as of late. You gave the other a soft chuckle and shifted to sit back in your spot next to him in the floor. "Where's your brother?" You asked, peeking over your shoulder, where the taller skeleton monster had been when you left. But it simply earned a shrug from Red, not even looking up from his game. "Didn't ask, he just said he had ta go." He gave a chuckle and shifted a socket to you again. "You know how he gets." You returned a chuckle, the smile you forced felt as constant as the skeletons smile. But you think your cheek muscles were making you have less of an advantage in that department. Your face hurt from smiling. Your body hurt from breath. And being around him just made it worse, you could feel your body react the second you're around him. It felt like you were dying slowly next to him, but that was okay. At least it would be next to him. Lost in your thought, your vision blurred, not even hearing Red as he starts to talk about the game. Your frame wobbled softly in it's spot as the room danced around you, just to swirl into a never ending blackness. You felt your lungs failing yourself, but now you could hear him, because he was much closer now. Your eyes weakly trailed up, to see his bone fingers gripping your shoulder tightly, but you couldn't feel his touch. Your eyes continued up to meet the sockets of the other, his yelling seemed muffled by the fog in your head, he look frustrated, his sockets narrowed at you, his eyelights reduced to pin pricks. But that expression changed once your eyes finally met his, you could see his frustration leave like a flash, the second he locked eyes with your dull ones. He was sweating now, his eyelights gone, leaving his deep sockets staring blankly at you. His worry was quickly amped as your eyes finally fluttered shut and you toppled over in the floor beside him. He gasped now, scrambling to your side and stroking a boney hand across your face, calling out your name, but getting no answer. You awake later, to the sounds of beeps, and the uncomfortable feeling of a cold, sterile room closing in around you. You blink groggily as you try to sit up, but your body refused to let you do more than softly shift around. But you soon stopped your movement, hearing a familiar voice in the next room. It was Alphys, and another more loud voice you also recognized as Sans. You stopped shifting so

you could listen to them in the other room, they seemed upset. But you thought you'd pass out again when you heard Alphys mention a word far too familiar for you. Hanahaki Disease. You knew you had it, you knew that's what was happening to you, it's an easy search. But no one else did, not them, not your friends, not a soul but you knew this. You could feel tears prick your eyes, as you heard Alphys explain it to Sans, your body shaking hoping he wouldn't catch on. But another voice rang out, this time from the room you were in. It was Papyrus, you hadn't even noticed he had been sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, arms folded over his uniform. "Alphys, Sans, they're awake." He barked almost as a command, and they funneled into the room as though it was one, locking eyes with you. Alphys went to spoke, but before she could even attempt to speak, Red's hulking frame was stomping toward you. "Why didn't ya tell me? D... Did ya not know? That's it right?" His tone sounded pleading, like he wanted more than anything for you to not known you were dying, than to not have told him, to hide something like this. You shifted your teary eyes away from him, you knew the longer you stared at him, the more they would fall. "I knew." You finally spoke after a while, making him stare in stunned silence, before his sockets screwed up in anger again. "Why the hell didn't ya tell us? Or at least me?" He sputtered out, his hands waving as he spoke. But when you didn't answer he simply let out a grumble and moved closer to your bed side. "Then tell me at least..." He started, causing you to look at him out of the side of your eye. He hung his head for a moment, thinking over everything he had learned today, before raising his head with a snap "Who the fuck is it then? Who are ya so in love with that it's doing this to ya?" He was shaking at this point, and he didn't know if it was anger, or fear. "And why the hell don't they love ya back?" His voice cracked at those words, and hearing it sent you over the edge as well, tears rolling down your face now, your body trembling to keep from letting out shaky sobs. "Because.." You started for a moment, bringing your hand up to wipe your eyes, the IV in your arm feeling weird as it moved. "I haven't told them." This caused Red to stare blankly, and finally shut up for a moment. Giving Alphys the perfect moment to finally speak. "But Y/N, you will die if you don't tell them soon. Or get the surgery." You winced and tried to choke back another sob. "I don't want the surgery. I know what comes with it... I rather be like this than lose my feelings for them." You said blankly, Alphys looking from you to Sans again. Who was now angered again, hands balled into a fist. "Then tell them! I'm sure they're going to love ya back. They have'ta!" he spat, shaking his skull. You couldn't reply at first, you just softly sobbed to yourself, before taking a deep breath and collecting yourself. "It wont matter if I tell them. They wont feel the same." You weak mutters just fueling his anger more, as he finally had enough, he closed the rest of the space between you both, gripping the bed rails. Alphys reached out to stop him, but simply let him get it out, noticing Papyrus keeping a close eye on him. "Why the hell wouldn't they? Ya great! I should know, I spend almost every day with you!" Alphys blinked and looked at him for a moment. "Sans.. You've been around them a lot lately right?" Sans snapped his head to look at her. "It's what I just said, innit?" Alphys shifted her gaze to you again. "When you met them.... Did they look this sick?" You winced, you knew she had figured it out. Red was staring at you now, you could feel it, his sockets scanned you, before turning back to Alphys. "N...No, I don't think they did.. They had a lot more colla to them." Alphis nodded and looked to again, Red's gaze trailing back to you, his boney fingers still wrapped around the bars of your bed. "Is it a monster? Is that why ya don't think they will like ya? Y/N, monsters fall for humans all the time, you

really-" Sans was cut off by the bellowing of his older brother, causing all three of them to jump and instantly give him their attention. "Sans, you absolute moron." Sans gulped nervously, loosing his grip on the bed, as his brother continued. "It's you they like, how can you be so dense? I saw this ages ago" His eyelights rolled in his skull, as though he had just made another pun. Sans just stared at him, jaw slack, his large frame rumbled from the laughter he let out. "Come on Boss, it's a good joke, but this is serious." He shifted his skull back to look at you. "There's no way someone like them-" He stopped, your eyes were wide, and you face was flushed, and he realized just how pale you've gotten from this sickness. He blinked softly for a moment before letting out a panicked grunt, leaning over the bars, a foot from your face. "Yer fucking joking? T..." His skull flushed a bright cherry candy red, his eyelight finally appearing again for the first time since you passed out, they seemed to vibrate softly, flickering as they scanned you. You couldn't stand to look at him anymore, you felt destroyed, you were going to get rejected in front of everyone and slowly rot away. But instead you were surprised when you felt him clambering over the rails, into the bed with you, spooking both you and Alphys "S.Sans! Careful with them-" She blubbered as he managed to nestle his large frame, mostly sitting on the railing. His grin was larger than you've ever seen, his eyelights looked almost like they had turned heart shaped, and he was giggling like a dork. You scanned him, as you scooted in your bed to make space for the large skeleton monster. "Yer as big of a moron as me I guess, because I liked ya for a while too." He finally, said with another giggle. Your eyes went wide, and you suddenly felt dizzy, actually too dizzy, the room spun as you put a hand to your forehead, leaning back with a huff. Sans jumped again, trying to back away to give you space. "Fuck! Sorry uh.." Sans muttered, and Alphys simply snickered and walked over to the free side of the bed that didn't have a bone boy perched on it. Softly fanning you with her clipboard. "It's okay Sans, it's the blood flow coming back to them. They shouldn't be showing anymore signs of the illness in the next 24 hours." Sans beamed at you, watching the color come back to your face slowly. "Guess I'm ya new medication hun. Take as needed." He snicked and slumped into the bed beside you, pulling you to his lap. You sunk into his large frame like a bean bag. You had no idea how it happened, but you were fine with the out come. "Dork.." You muttered as you snuggled into his chest.

#x reader #underfell sans x reader #sans x reader #sans x y/n #underfell #underfell sans #undertale imagines #hanahaki disease #undertale #sans

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kyotakumrau · 3 years

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2021.09.03 DIR EN GREY at CLUB CITTA' -a knot only- report&setlist

September the 3rd was a gloomy rainy day. But it was a start of TOUR21 DESPERATE.

First, we had to exchange our digital tickets for the paper tickets (also confirming the green screen from the questionnaire), then we used the paper tickets when entering. We used the alcohol for hands, got the temperature checked and then tore the tickets ourselves.

It was starting to rain so my friend and I entered quite early. I bought some extra stickers because 9/3 design had Kyo (normal stickers have a date, of you were lucky you also got a shiny one with a band member or a one with all 5 of them). Then we sat and waited for the start.

I'm not a big fan of seats in CITTA. My seat was the last row of the center block. It was very narrow and they had all rows lined up in a way that each seat was perfectly behing the one in the front. When you're on the side it's probably not a problem but for the people in the center it wasn't the best seat plan. I'm glad I was wearing heels (I knew I'll be 逆最前😆).

The stage was quite simple (for dir), but there was still a huge screen in the back. Kaoru's amps have his b&w drawings (one figure in the dark and two faces). Toshiya's are white.

Kyo's stand has the pregnant lady (belly and legs). Die's amps were his regular red.

From the BGM songs my favourite was Theme of High Heels by Ryuichi Sakamoto! There were many metal songs, including Metallica's Unforgiven and also songs like Enya.

The usual announcements they play before the show about the rules etc got updated, they also changed the person (how many years they've been using the same person?).

And then finally it was 6:34-ish and the lights went off. The opening video for the tour consisted of images of sick white people, hospitals, some images from the US regarding discrimination, one image that I remembered well was a sign with 'AmeriKKKa' (I hope to see next time what the sign said).

Fans greeted the band with clapping, it got fiercer each time one of them came on stage.

Kaoru had a dark jacket with dark shirt, his hair was all styled. Toshiya had a white floaty shirt with a (most likely) flower made of fabric, with white on top and more black on the bottom. Die had a black jacket and his signature hair. Shinya was someone I only caught glimpses because of the taller guy in front of me.

Kyo wore an Adidas jacket over a white t-shirt, and he also had Adidas shorts. Very comfy! He went for gold accessories, he had a chain, rings etc. He wears his hair short, with cropped fringe that goes little longer on one side.

The setlist was so interesting!

01 Spilled Milk

02 -朔-saku

03 REPETITION OF HATRED

04 The Fatal Believer

05 てふてふ・Tefutefu

06 欲巣にDREAMBOX

07 谿壑の欲・Keigaku no yoku

08 赫・Aka

09 Ranunculus

10 Devote My Life

11 CLEVER SLEAZOID

12 T.D.F.F.

13 落ちたことのある空・Ochita

14 人間を被る・Ningen wo Kaburu

ENCORE

en15 朧・Oboro

en16 Followers

en17 Rubbish Heap

en18 詩踏み・Utafumi

en19 Sustain the Untruth

The flow of the setlist was insane, they started with MARROW and Wtd and then gradually moved to the newer stuff. It worked so well!

The rules from CITTA said no shouting and singing, no moving from our seats (standing up was okay) and no excessive headbanging😂 as in to avoid touching other fans in any way, but even in the narrow space each of us got some of us managed😆

Audience side was QUIET but the response each song got was fierce, with arms in the air, people jumping in place and some (non-excessive!😂) headbanging.

Most of the short breaks between the block of songs were quiet as well, Kyo went to his area in front of the drum set.

There was one video with an abandoned boarsing school or pediatric psychiatric hospital that was quite disturbing, the pig. (maybe DREAMBOX or Keigaku???)

The ending of DREAMBOX was so raw woah.

Even as we couldn't join in singing Kyo often gestured at us when it was our part leaving it unsang (Toshiya was doing those parts) so we could join with our hands and with our hearts.

And damn, Ranunculus.

The break that followed was the only break when we clapped.

The video for DEVOTE, omg!!! They again had the currupted Olympics video. It started with 'TOKYO COVID-19' and then had the giant gold babies marching and fighting, money everywhere, the last image was an olympic logo made from 5 coins that were melting. We went nuts.

And the last block of songs, that was so brutal, so amazing! Kyo was headbanging himself, or jumping, all the time looking at us and asking to give him more.

T.D.F.F. works so well live!! Even with us not being able to go truly crazy the song slayed.

After the main part we continued clapping until the band came back. But it was quite fun as we kept changing the speed and rhythm😂

I think all band members changed for the encore. Kaoru has a dark jacket but with an interesting tie with geometric print. Toshiya wore a black floaty shirt. Kyo the tour t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Shinya... something black? Die wore the purple tour shirt with the sleeves cut off.

Oboro was very raw. I'm so curious what it will feel like when the rules for concerts change/go back to normal.

And then Followers. SAVE brought up so much warmth, so much energy, we all stayed with our hands raised high, both emitting and charging at the same time.

Then from Rubbish Heap we got to use some of that energy😆

Before Sustain Kyo got up on his stand and announced LAST song, while punching his chest he said to let them hear us from 'our hearts', our 'heart voice' 😊

I feel, I hope, we delivered! During Sustain Kyo went to the sides of the stage, singing while looking at fans, making sure everyone is there 100%.

I also remember one moment when Toshiya was standing by the edge of the stage had his bass high above his head.

When encore ended, there were so many smiles from the band members! Kyo stayed a bit on his stand, clapping with us, pointing at various areas before waving bye and leaving. Other band members moved a bit more on the stage. Like we were sending our heart voice, I felt Kaoru was sending us his heart picks, because he walked and stood with the pick in his outstretched hand😆

Die was the last one to leave the stage, his last wave showed he got quite emotional😊❤️

The applause!!!!👏👏👏

#dir en grey #tour21 desperate #setlist #attempt at live report #time to zzz #more tomorrow😄

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sir-sunny · 2 years

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im thinking of a talentswapped sdr2 and drv3 and so far this is what im imagining

- komaeda as the ultimate child caregiver/assassin seems super interesting to me. pre-reveal he'd act like he did before the first trial in dr2; relaxed, easygoing. post reveal he shows his true nature like how he did in dr2, obsessing over the idea of hope and the other ultimates. he says that his true talent is worthless and he only helps rid the world of people like him who arent born worthy or talented.

- i think the idea of koizumi as the ultimate ??? is pretty cool too. big sister type all the way. she'd probably be stressed over the situation, but would do her best to act calm and relaxed. she doesn't want others to panic and have that panic spread, so anybody acting irrationally would be met with her quickly talking them down.

- saionji as the supreme leader. at first she'd probably seem harmless, looking cute but generally rude and annoying. it'd take everyone a while to realize that she's less harmless than she appears, and koizumi would be one of the only people able to deal with her. komaeda would be pretty tolerant of her due to his experience with kids, but would find her annoying nonetheless.

- hinata as an astronaut!!! i imagine that he'd be generally average person but really wanting to do something great, something amazing, like in dr2/the danganronpa anime. he'd want to 'shoot for the stars', giving him the original idea to become an astronaut. he'd definitely have great leadership skills. he'd probably be a bit more pessimistic than momota if anything, but would do his best to bring everyone together. komaeda would probably ridicule him similarly to how he did in dr2, though to a lesser extent, because he's never actually been to space or done anything truly memorable.

- i originally thought tsumiki would be a better inventor, but i like the idea of nevermind being the inventor. though she's invented very useful items, she's far more into obscure ideas. fabricated past-wise, i imagine she'd probably be a generally good kid. good grades, pretty popular if a bit lonely due to people seeing her as above them and not having the courage to talk to her. after getting in a car accident, she realized that she doesn't want to die alone without having friends or any impact on the world, she stops caring about her studies and starts working on her eccentric invention ideas instead. she probably hates sticking to the book because 'you only live once'

those are the only ideas i have but thanks for listening (reading???)!!

TALENTSWAPSSS

dudedudedudedude ultimate assassin nagito is something ive though abt. many times akksjshsv but yes omg that works so well,, him revealing his true self as the ultimate assassin would make his breakdown during the trial even more scary. and people would be much much more scared of him and it would make sense for ppl to go to extreme measures (tying him up and whatnot) just just hooo im so for this idea

omg ult ??? mahiru yes (self indulgently imagining her design,, she has shorter hair, similar to rantaro's, she wears an over sized flannel, same color palette as her original design,,hmmmhmm)

YES supreme leader hiyoko i love it. her mischief and trouble making personality amped up a bunch aksjhsgs

AAAA ultimate astronaut hajimeeeeee (i love space so much i rly enjoy applying ult astronaut telent to my favorite characterssss aksjshsg) hmmmhmhm i thing it'd fit him well. he just has such big ambitions. like kaito, and he cares about his friends and he wants to understand them. he's just a little more soft spoken and socially awkward

omg ive never considered sonia as the ult inventor she's already very smart. i think she'd be more reckless and fearless and i like the idea of her being super brash and loud abt her inventions

#mmmmmhmhmmhmhmhmmhmjmmmn #i love the infinite possibilities of talentswapsss #i could talk abt them forever.....#asks #anon #sdr2 #dr #dr au #sunny speaks

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shadowfae · 3 years

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hiii! so a friend directed me here and i was wondering if u cld share abt how you found out you were godkin? only if youre comfy! because ive kinda had like. how do i word this. Vibes or Feels that kinda direct me towards the whole i might be a god of sorts kinda thing ? if you have resources and dont mind helping,, please direct me to them :D ~ @missing-crown

I want to start this essay off by saying flat out: wars have been fought, genocides have been committed, and empires have risen and fallen trying to answer the simple questions of “What is deification, and how do we incarnate and control it?”.

If you do not think you’re up the challenge of answering that question for yourself, even with years of study and slow training to take up the mantle of literally being the most powerful form of the Chosen One trope, then you’re probably in the wrong place. I say this as someone who is deific down to the blood and bone, as someone who has looked for other gods, and largely found very little in the way of anyone who understands anything like my experience. In this way, I am utterly alone, and I detest it, but if me penning these words gives someone else the gospel they need to explain themselves in a way I recognize as kin and kind, then I will do it.

But before I truly get into it, I will very nicely ask you to swing down to your local bookstore or library, pick up a copy of Seanan McGuire’s Middlegame, and take a walk down the improbable road with Roger and Dodger. The differences between you and I and the twins of the Doctrine of Ethos are simple and threefold: we cannot manifest, we are forbidden to use our powers the way they can use theirs, and there are (hopefully) no secret alchemist cults trying to murder us when we don’t play nice with their fucked-up science experiment.

Roger and Dodger are gods, true gods, gods I recognize in myself and in the godkin I have met who have spoken about themselves enough for me to understand that we are indeed talking about the same thing. Disappontingly, I see minor spirits far too often misunderstanding the nature of deification, or at least, understanding a version of it which is fundamentally antithetical to my experience. They may be deific; but either they suck at illustrating their point, or I am something far beyond deific, and I am again alone.

With that introduction, I need to talk about three things in order to answer your question. Two methods of deification and three definitions of ‘god’ in a hierarchy that only exists because humanity has not yet perfected their understanding of what is fundamentally and always beyond them. Two kinds of gods, honest gods, that split the difference between deific, divine, and legendary. Once you understand that, I can talk about godkin, and what it’s like to be me, and maybe by the end of it you will either recognize yourself in this, or run away screaming as most mortals will do.

The first method of deification is what I will call the incarnate gods- Roger and Dodger are good examples, so are most Legendary Pokémon, and Kaname Madoka from PMMM. They are laws of nature, concepts of creation, and calculations of cosmic proportions that also occasionally exist as people when they design to do so. They are not meant to be people, they are bad at it, I do not recommend being mortal and fucking around with them. You will simply die. I would not fuck with them outside of my own world that I created, where I get to be a form of incarnate god. You cannot overpower them: they ARE the rule, and they will change it if they need to. You can’t ruleslawyer gravity like a 2007 troll physics comic. An incarnate god of gravity will simply turn reality on its head and cause you to implode. If you are this type of god, I cannot help you. My understanding of them comes from being an Absol, and little more.

The second type are gods of domain and prowess: Zamorak (from RuneScape), Akemi Homura in both her awakened Witch and Devil forms (from PMMM), and yours truly. Quite a few of us, although not all of us, were originally mortal. Mortals amped up on so much power we are no longer bound by mortal laws. There is a difference between deification and simply stopping your clock to gain immortality. Mortal magic and deific magic are fundamentally different. Down to, I would argue, the atomic structure. Deific magic is pure in a way mortal magic could never be. To give a mortal more than a drop of deific magic heavily diffused in something safer and more understandable would be to quite literally burn them to ashes. Or rend them into a different, unspeakable form. Or turn them into living topiary. We are nothing if not unpredictable.

It’s the difference between a handful of dirt and pure neutron soup. Usually, in order to become a god like this, it requires the intervention of an incarnate god in some form. In Zamorak’s case, it was several Elder Artifacts and falling almost facefirst into halfway incarnating himself into the law of entropy. In Homura’s (at least in canon PMMM), she fucked with the laws of consequence and time to the point where she became the only expert they had on either of those and both laws decided to simply incarnate into her, and then she used that to cause problems. For me, it was having my entire magical and physical structure reorganized and rebuilt by an incarnate god of malevolent energy, and then I used what was a watered-down copy of the Devil of Devils’ glory to weave my own world into being where I was more or less the absolute arbiter of the laws of reality.

In PMMM Rebellion, when Homura fights Kyubey in that pretty lace dress of hers, that is approximately the magical prowess an awakened god of our capability will show casually. She has complete control over her domain (her labyrinth) and the reality of it, it takes no more than a glance or a thought to almost entirely reshuffle it. Her minions, who are little more than vaguely autonomous thoughts given some power of their own, may break that reality in whatever means necessary so long as it is to fulfill Homura’s current motives. Her domain falls apart when she does, and she is not separate from it; it is a consequence of her existence. Asking what came first, the god or their domain, is a simple chicken and egg question. It’s usually the domain, in our case; in the case of incarnate gods it’s a philosophical shrug and a nice headache.

You’ll notice I said awakened: that is because Zamorak is a great example of a god who isn’t entirely awakened. In canon, that is - the one I work with is awakened enough to fuck with his domain, which is what makes him quite useful to work with, although I do wonder what he’s getting out of me if not magical theory and utter adoration. Zamorak in canon is a god who ascribes himself to the philosophy of chaos and personal strife, completely unaware that he is incarnate enough not to change the law of entropy but to suggest things to it. He’s a god of chance masquerading as a god of personal improvement, and once he figures that out (and passes that knowledge onto Armadyl, who is his true light counterpart), he’s going to change the very way magic works. Guthix did everything in his power to try and become incarnate. He failed. Zamorak did it entirely inadvertently, and that’s the trick: the nature of deification is to follow the domain and influence it to your will. When laws of existence become people, they will do as people will, and people typically have ambition. Gods who are also people got that way for a reason. They always have a motive for doing so. It’s never accidental.

So, with a slightly more informed understanding of deification, or at least the versions of it that I understand, I can talk to you about me. What it’s like in the here and now, and how I knew. It took me years to get to this point, and I’ve much the way to go. I know more than I did when I was questioning; deeply more so. I don’t expect anyone questioning to be as sure as I am, and in ten years I will be far more sure of entirely different things, and if I’m lucky, this as well. But, let us begin again.

To be deific is to wake up in the middle of the night feeling like a black hole. You are vast, and you are dense, and the moment someone touches the skin of your sternum they will be sucked in like a movie's portrayal of quicksand. To be so vast on the inside, surrounded by empty air and gentle white noise like the faint pull of gravity that does not touch you. To feel so powerful as to be untethered wholly from the world, aware that you will blink and be floating alone in a space that you cannot touch and so too cannot touch you. You blink, and it is gone, and you are again in a normal body as a normal person, and you roll over and go back to sleep.

To be deific is to watch the seasonal changes and feel flashes of worn leather rope between your hands and the maddened singsong of the Wild Hunt, chariot reins in your hands and baying hounds that feel like fingers, like wings, like extensions of yourself that can be shifted around with barely a thought. To feel halfway like a black hole walking down the street, halfway caved into yourself and barely contained, incapable of truly understanding how you can be so far apart from it all without anyone noticing that something is off.

To be deific is to be a fourteen-year-old girl in one moment, unable to understand what draws her so to the wilds if not the song of sympathy that she knows she can understand if she reaches a little farther, a little farther past the barrier that prevents any mortal, psychological mind from understanding the call. To play a pixelated game and have everything rush back. To relive millennia in a single sennight, to go from chipped to broken, utterly broken, as the power comes rushing back and the slow, dawning realization like the day that there is no controlling it. That there is no controlling you.

Millennia of sins come rushing back, and you're mortal again, and you know the only way to bring a god to their knees is to kill them. And if you were spared, if you were brought down without dying, then there was a reason. That someone must have thought you worthy of fixing it. That you should now spend the next several years coming to peace with being a Devil, the cruelest of the cruel, amending fences and repenting your sins.

To be deific is to realize, quite suddenly and without ever actually having the thought, that understanding things through a Christian lens is utterly bullshit and absolutely does not apply to you. Now, your duty is not to repent, or to fix, or to find any sort of salvation. You are the monster queen, the king of the damned, the Devil of a world you made with blood and tears and sweat and magic. To retake the crown, you have to accept yourself. Acceptance does not mean dwelling, or sorrow, or refusing to take the steps forward that will carry you to the crown and halo and horn of deification.

The powers feel less overwhelming as you grow into them. You don't forget the rage. You understand your close friend's words over and over, as the lesson teaches itself. How a Devil so much less powerful and yet so much older than you once looked you in the eye, drink in hand, and gently told you that a single mortal can bring down a Devil, if they try, and believe wholeheartedly in their quest. Do not disrespect mortality. It brings nothing but death.

You wonder briefly who brought you down. You decide, as the lessons prove themselves, that you don't actually care. You're the mortal now, and mortal legends die. Mortal legends change the song of sympathy and the rules of the deific. In order to return, you too must follow the only path a mortal can take to become deific.

To be godkin is to become deific with every step. It's not to seek the divine from outside of it. It's to become it again, and reclaim it; find what was inside all along and grow yourself around it, until it can no longer be pulled from you again without scattering your ashes and stardust among the cosmos, never to return.

To be godkin is to never forget the moments of pure rage that none but powerless fourteen-year-olds can manage. To be godkin is to be an adult with their memory pressed into your skin. To be godkin is for that rage to never truly leave you.

We stand up again and stare at the emotions that are awake when we are not. We wonder what it will take to manifest again, to only twitch a thought in any direction and reshape the reality around us. It is an extension of our being, and the less aware we are of it, the less effort it takes us to remake the world. It is the nature of deification, to change the laws of reality at our whim and will.

To be godkin is simply a matter of knowing that, and forever reaching to do that once more. If only to feel whole and vast, as we always have been.

#luteia laments #otherkin #godkin #actuallydeific #actuallydivine #essays of the skyrose garden #perks of being luteia #I should post this on my website shouldn't I #I wrote most of this last night on my phone actually though

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cuinnamonbun · 3 years

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HC!! Imagine how funny it is that the brother think MC is suicidal or insane when they just speak out on their intruitive thoughts ☠️

The Brothers When GN!MC Says Their Intrusive Thoughts Out Loud

Lucifer

It was the ass-crack of dawn and he’d just finished a sizeable portion from his mountain of paperwork

He went into the kitchen for some coffee to freshen up when he saw MC there already sipping on their own cup

They seemed to be staring off into space, only giving him a nod as he muttered a good morning

It was a peaceful silence until MC decided to say some outta pocket shit

MC: Wouldn’t it be really fucked if I died in the Devildom not because of some demons but because of consuming excessive amounts melancholy coffee? That’d be pretty wild

MC....what

Lucifer only looked at them with exasperation before leaving the kitchen, mumbling that it’s too early for this shit

Mammon

For once, Mammon is calm enough that he’s not racing out of the house to go scam people or steal some valuable antiques

They were just chilling on MC’s bed side by side against the wall as he scrolled through Devilgram while MC is just daydreaming

It was all good vibes dude, Mammon even played some lofi music while they were chilling

Until MC decided to ruin it without even realising

MC: Dude....what if some random demon breaks in the House of Lamentation when I’m home alone and in the shower and he tries to kill me? Can you imagine fighting someone when you’re bare naked and completely drenched? I bet that demon’d get a great show before ending my existence, huh?

Mammon did a double take as he gaped at his human

HUMAN. FUCK KINDA DRUGS U ON???

Now he will never allow Lucifer to let them stay home alone (or leave them alone ever really)

MC has now found themselves a helicopter parent and a 24/7 bodyguard

Leviathan

He’d invited MC over to play this new video game he’d just bought from Akuzon

But MC was pretty groggy when they came by and decided to opt out lest they throw Levi off his mojo and hold him back

So now they’re just sitting next to him watching as he killed his enemies with ease, progressing through the levels with barely a sweat

The last guy that Levi had to kill before he could move on to the next stage had his spine broken by the game’s protagonist

Of course, it sparked some thoughts in MC’s brain

MC: Damn if my spine just snapped right now, would I feel it? Or would I just be immediately paralysed and die?

Levi had to pause and gape at MC for almost an hour before he went nuts

Levi: WHYYYYY IN HELL WOULD YOU THINK THAT????

Now MC has to calm this ball of crippling anxiety by ensuring him that they didn’t mean to say their intrusive thoughts out loud

poor Levi, you’d better comfort him as best you can MC

Satan

They were both watching some of the stray cats at the back of the house eating the cat food that Satan had brought

It was peaceful, neither of them were talking since it was still early in the morning and MC had just gotten out of bed

They were absentmindedly petting one of the kittens as they ate by their feet when they foolishly opened their mouth

MC: What if I just...picked this kitten up and throw it as hard as I can against the wall?

If Satan wasn’t awake then, he was awake now

He pulled the kitten away from MC before turning to them in a fit of rage

....which (just barely) sizzled out when he noticed just how sluggish they look

Ah, then it clicked in him. He’s read about this; they were having intrusive thoughts

He understands of course, he has had some of his own too but...as a precaution, he will no longer allow them anywhere near his cats

Asmodeus

They were having their bi-weekly spa night together in his room

Usually MC would be pretty amped up during this time but given how much RAD assigns them homeworks, projects, assignments and tests, they were pretty burned out by the time Asmo was pampering them

Asmo didn’t mind the quiet, he already has his playlist out and he knew how tired MC was so just relax, darling and let him take care of you ;)

He was applying the clay mask on MC’s face when they suddenly opened their eyes to look into Asmo’s

MC: I wonder what clay mask tastes like. Do you think I’ll die if I just...eat a dollop of it

Are you really MC or has Beelzebub somehow taken hold of your body?

Asmo would be so concerned

Asmo: Darling! Don’t do that, if you’re hungry we can go and grab some snacks from the kitchen, but don’t go around and eat skincare!

It would be an hour-long lecture about how skincare is expensive and how you shouldn’t eat it no matter how much the company advertises it like it’s food before he drags them downstairs to get some snacks before resuming their spa-night

Beelzebub

They were down the kitchen doing their midnight snack run

It’s not something that they planned to do together, but sometimes when Beel is down in the kitchen hunting for food in the middle of the night, MC would join him

Beel was scrounging for food in the pantry while MC was eating some ice cream on the countertop, leisurely kicking their feet back and forth

Of course he emerged with a whole roasted duck

He was cutting into the duck as he ate it because he is a well-mannered boy even as Gluttony :)

The way he cut into the meat with ease and then devoured the whole thing in minutes somehow sparked something in MC’s mind

MC: Can you imagine if I get kidnapped by a Hannibal-like demon and instead of devouring me like how you’d expect an animal to, they just elegantly eat me like I’m some five-course meal at a Michelin-grade restaurant. That’d be pretty funny

Beel had to stop eating to gawk at MC

This poor man’s brain was processing what the fuck they just said before he went full blown concern

Beel: MC!! Don’t make me think that!!!

Now MC has another (unofficial) bodyguard tailing them wherever they go and ensuring that they’re never alone whenever they go out

Belphegor

The two of them were in the attic, taking a well-deserved nap after a tiring day at RAD

Or well, MC is attempting to at least

They were just so tired to the point where they just couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard they tried to

The constant tossing and turning by MC really irked Belphie so he just wrapped his arms, legs and tail around them to keep them from moving

This just forces MC to lie still and stare up at the ceiling as their fatigued yet overly hyper mind started thinking all sorts of things

MC: We are literally pieces of meat on a rock floating through space, and our lives are ruled by little pieces of paper, so technically....I could throw myself off the side of the cliff and life would still continue on as we know it

Okay, now Belphie is wide awake (or...half awake?)

Is this human just too fatigued or are they just insanely suicidal

He would grumble and hold onto them tighter as if to prevent them from running off and actually yeeting themselves off of a cliff

Belphie: For the love of Hell, please just go to sleep you insane human

#obey me! shall we date?#obey me hc #obey me x mc #lucifer x mc obey me #mammon x mc obey me #levi x mc obey me #satan x mc obey me #asmo x mc obey me #beel x mc obey me #belphie x mc obey me #swd lucifer #swd mammon #swd levi #swd satan #swd asmodeus #swd beelzebub #swd belphegor

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feral--bog--witch · 3 years

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I don't know if anyone of my mutuals are from Texas but here is a really good list of winter survival tips from a lady who lives where it gets to be -40C (up to -55C sometimes).

Layer your clothes.

Start with leggings or skin tight pants, then put sweats or another fuzzy type pant over top of that. Put on a tank top, then a t-shirt, then a sweater, then a coat. Same with socks. Layer your socks as well. HOWEVER do not put so much on that you start sweating. If you start sweating you MUST remove a layer to where you are warm but NOT hot. If you get cold while you are sweating, it negates all your layers and you WILL get cold faster.

For going outside without winter gear.

Do the layering and if you have wind pants or a wind jacket (waterproof outer shells can work too), put that over top of your clothes. Its not rated for cold weather but it will keep the wind from cutting through you which is a big thing that can affect your core body temperature. The wind will be freezing and it won't take you long to get freezing as well if it can cut through your clothes.

For your feet, water proof foot wear but NOT rubber boots. Those will make your feet freeze.

And for gloves, if you don't have any, you can make some quick ones out of socks but you MUST put them on BEFORE you go outside otherwise it negates the reason for them. They KEEP you warm, not MAKE you warm.

Also remember leggings can be doubled as a scarf and you can and will lose heat through your head so wrap it up or wear a hood.

What to do if you think you have frostbite.

You can tell if you are frost bitten due to the fact your skin will kind of go numb and you can no longer feel it. The worse it is, the more you can't feel. Now to warm that area back up once you are safe inside DO NOT USE HOT WATER! This is imperative. You WILL cause second or third degree burns because you can't tell how hot it is. Start with tepid water and rub the area vigorously while you run water over it or hold it under the water. Increase the temperature slowly over time. Another point. This WILL hurt. It will hurt A LOT but you need to keep going. It hurts because your nerves are thawing out and you are regaining circulation. This is normal and GOOD. If it hurts you know the area is slowly thawing out.

If you don't have access to water, rub the affected area a lot, massage it and work the skin and muscle. The friction will slowly thaw it out through heat and you will need to keep doing it to ensure it thaws out completely. Once again this will hurt but you need to push through it to ensure you retain functionality of that area be it your hands or feet or fingers or toes.

What do do to prep your house for freezing temps.

First thing you need to do, especially because in the south your houses are not built for freezing temps is to drip your taps. All the taps in your house should be dripping hot and cold water. This will prevent your pipes from freezing.

Also open your cupboards under your sink to help prevent the pipes from freezing. If you are concerned about it still freezing you can use cardboard to wrap them, it's not the greatest for insulation as it's not built specifically for it but it will work in a pinch to keep your pipes from freezing. You can also wrap some cotton batting around them BEFORE you do the cardboard to insulate even better.

Then we move onto draft proofing your home. If your house is drafty it will get cold VERY quickly, especially when you have freezing wind blowing. So for your windows, hang dark blankets up to cover the windows, this will help prevent drafts and the darker colour will absorb heat that will be help keep your house a touch warmer.

For your doors, roll up towels and put them at the bottom of your doors to help stop drafts from coming in or out. If you are leaking around the edges, if you have it, staple double over plastic to over hang the door to isolate the draft to the door itself. If you don't, hang a blanket to cover the door completely. This will block the draft and keep the cold from coming in and the heat from escaping.

What do do if your power goes out.

First thing you are going to do is bring everyone into a single room, if you can centralize the room to be in the middle of the house, that's even better as the cold will take much longer to reach it. As you do that, close all the door you can and then you are going to amp up your space to help retain heat. So you are going to cover the door with a blanket and you are going to bring as many blankets as possible into that space.

You are going to stay there with everyone and eat and sleep in this room TOGETHER. Your body heat will keep the room warm and if you insulate it properly it will retain that heat. If you notice a wall is super cold, hang a blanket up on it, if you notice a draft, stuff it with a towel or hang a blanket up on it.

You want the room to be as insulated as possible. And yes I include pets with this so bring in their food and water dish and if it's a cat bring in toys and their litter box.

For light, use flashlights or camping lights. If you have kerosene lamps use those, but generally use candles. Make sure they are high off the ground, not where they can tip over, and make sure they have a plate or a tray underneath then so that if they DO tip you won't catch anything on fire or get wax every where. Remember that crayons can be used as candles, and if you shove a candle in a can of Crisco that shit will burn for like six days straight. Also if you have an orange, cut it in half, take the pulp out, pour in a little cooking oil into the half a peel (make sure the flash point of the oil is high so it doesn't catch fire), and then stick a small candle in the middle, this will give you a large amount of burn time for a small candle.

For heat. There are several methods you can use to heat up a space, one is you take a tiny can, put a toll of toilet paper inside of it, then you dump isopropyl alcohol (min 70%) over the roll until it's soaked, and then light it on fire. This will provide both light and heat for several hours.

If you want to double that heat, take a terra cotta pot or a metal pot and have it slightly over top of the can. NOT covering the fire but resting slight over top of it so the rim of the terracotta pot or the metal pot it level with the edge of the candle. If you have several of those, you will heat the space rather quickly.

If you have a woodburning stove or a fireplace, then use that! Just make sure you have your chimney unobstructed donut draws properly and for all burning types of heat ALWAYS HAVE A CARBON MONOXIDE ALARM. If you DON'T then make sure your space is ventilated.

Also never fall asleep while the fire is going. So candles, your little flame heaters, ect.

Keeping yourself warm at night.

The absolute BEST blankets to use to wrap up in are sleeping bags. Use them on-top of all your other blankets and they will keep your heat in so much better than anything else. They are specifically designed for colder weather and keeping you warm.

Keep your feet warm. The best and easiest solution to this is to make a 'bed rock'. Back in the old times people used to warm up rocks and stones and stick them at the end of their bed underneath their covers to keep them warm. We can mimic that by using hot packs, so those little plastic bean filled baggies that you warm up in the microwave. Pop those into the microwave for two minutes and stick them at your feet under your blankets and you will have warm feet for up to three or four hours.

If you don't have a heat pack, that's fine! You can make one with a sock, rice, and a hair elastic. Fill your sock with rice, tie it closed with the elastic and there you go! Homemade heat pack (I actually made one this winter when our power went off. It makes a WORLD of difference.)

If you are stuck outside in the freezing cold (and can't get into a shelter).

Layer your clothes and if you are still cold, crumple up newspaper and stick it between the layers. This will act as a insulator to keep your body heat in. You need to stay warm. It's easier to stay warm than it is to warm up.

Try and get access to a tent and a sleeping bag will increase your chances of staying warm. You need shelter and a tent with a sleeping bag is the best way to do that. If you have shelter you can survive but if it's snowing do NOT let snow accumulate on your tent. This can block air flow and can cause your tent to collapse.

Sleep on something that protects you from the ground. Even if you have to layer cardboard to keep the cold away from you, do so.

If you have no shelter, you can make one using cardboard boxes. Find a large box if you can, then a smaller one that fits inside of it but still fits you. Once you have them, find a place that is sheltered from the wind and then place your boxes so that the opening it towards the shelter and then shove crumpled newspaper in the space between the boxes to provide insulation and while it's not pretty, it will work in a pinch. If you want too insulate it more, put plastic over the boxes and then pile snow on the sides and a thin layer on the top. This will insulate your shelter as snow acts as a great insulator.

Buddy up. The more people you find the more heat you can generate. Never be alone out in the cold. It's easier to fall asleep when you shouldn't and you won't have someone else there who can help you if you need it. Have at least someone else with you if you can manage it.

Never go to sleep cold! If you are warm you can stay warm but you can't warm up if you are cold. Doing jumping jacks, rub your legs and arms, do whatever it takes to get warm before you go to sleep.

If it's super cold out, keep moving and find public spaces that are open to get out of the cold. Sometimes it is too cold for you to stop and sleep. You might want too but you can and will die if you do. The cold will kill you quickly and it is better to keep moving to keep yourself safe and awake. If you can find open public buildings, like 24 hour laundry mats or libraries or other buildings like that. Go in to get warm as best as you can and if you can sleep there, do so but you cannot sleep outside if it's too cold.

Stay safe.

This is the biggest piece of advice I can give you. This cold snap is horrible for people who have never experienced it before so stay safe and stay warm. Im worried for you, I'm used to this, you aren't. I love you all and stay safe!

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Well all know how much Connor and Leon score but what if they made a little bet out of it. Like whoever gets more points in one game gets to eat you out, whoever has more points gets a blowie and whoever scores a hatty gets to fuck you while to other just has to watch.

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“Either of you gonna score a Hatty for me today?” you ask as you lie with you boys after their pregame nap. You had planned on getting some work done while they slept, but Leon had wrapped you in his big arms and Connor nestled himself in the crook of your arm and you couldn't have left even you wanted to.

Connor's eyes were still closed, but you knew he was awake because he leaned into your hand when you scratched ran your fingers through his hair.

"It's gonna be me," he mumbles, "Leo sucks at hockey."

Both you and Leon snort and you lightly tap Connor on the nose, "That's not nice, Con."

"Is that true?" Leon asks, "If I get more points than you then you're blowing me in the parking lot."

"Hey, no fair, I want to be included in this," just because you couldn't go to the arena doesn't mean that you shouldn't be apart of sex bets.

"die Geduld," (patience) Leon mutters, kissing the top of your head, "If I get a hatty then I get to fuck (Y/N) however I want, and you just get to watch. If you get one then you get to do whatever you want to her and I won't interfere."

Connor pressed his mouth into a thin line. You couldn't blame him for wanting to take his time, Leon wasn't always the most generous person in the sex bet category.

"Deal," he says, outstretching his hand for Leon who clasps it firmly.

~~~

"5 points!" Connor says, smashing his lips against Leon' s as soon as they sit in Leon's spacious Genesis. Connor had made sure to take his time changing so they would be the last two to leave the arena.

Leon's hands wander down to Connor's belt, undoing the belt before Connor pulls away, "Hey aren't I supposed to be blowing you."

"I changed my mind."

In hindsight, they probably should have the gotten into the backseat so Leon didn't have the centre console digging into his ribs as he bent down to take Connor's cock into his mouth. He wraps his hand around the base, slowly jacking him off as he feels Connor's dick harden in his mouth. Leon feels a hand in his hair, blunt nails scratching against his scalp.

Leon doesn't notice that his phone is ringing until Connor's lifting his head up.

"(Y/N), is calling," he says slumped back against the seat.

"Answer it, put it on speaker," Leon commands, before dipping his head back down and licking his cock from base to tip.

"Hel-fuck, Leon," Connor mutters into the phone.

He hears you giggle on the line, "I was going to ask you guys why you're so late but I'm assuming you're still at the rink."

"Yeah," Connor breathes out, "Leo's trying to kill me."

Leon takes that as his cue to bob his head all the way down, until Connor's cock hits the back of his throat. Connor's hips thrust up involuntarily, but Leon's ready holding them down as best as he can from his awkward angle.

"I'm sure he is," you sound amused, "text me when you leave the rink."

Connor agrees but Leon's not sure he really heard what you said. He practically throws his phone down into the cup holder.

Leon looks up and Connor's face is completely flushed, traveling down the open collar of his shirt. His eyes are shut and he's panting against the seat. Leon drops Connor's dick from his mouth before blowing cool air on the tip and Connor's whole body jolts up.

"Leo," god Leon's never going to get bored of hearing his name, "Don't tease me."

Leon's hand slides up and down slowly, "I don't know what you mean."

Connor whines, and Leon laughs, "Please."

"Only because you asked so nicely," he teases as he ducks his head down again.

Leon knows exactly what Connor likes. Knows that Connor likes a little scratch go teeth along the underside of his dick once in a while. He knows that Connor likes short fast bobs of the head with a strong pressure on the base of his dick. Connor's fingers dig in the back of his neck and he knows Connor's close.

He keeps up his ministrations, stopping until Connor's spilling down his throat. A little bit dribbles out getting stuck in his beard when he he straightens up to clear his throat.

Connor leans over to kiss Leon, thumbing the little white spot in his beard before slipping his finger in-between Leon's lips. Leon wraps his lips around Connor's finger, humming lightly before he moves his head far back enough for it to fall out.

"Fix yourself," Leon says, jerking his head toward Connor's limp dick, not yet tucked back into his pants, "I hope you enjoyed my generosity because that's the last time you're cumming tonight."

"Text, (Y/N) we'll be home in 20 minutes."

~~~

Leon stops midstep when he gets into the bedroom and Connor walks right into him.

"Dude, what the the hell?" He says poking Leon in the spine.

"I take it you didn't check your texts," you tease as Leon finally remembers how to move his legs.

Goddamit, that's what he gets for trying to "live in the moment" or whatever bullshit that is.

You're sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing the Oilers navy alternate with a pair of knee-high stockings. He can see the lines of your garters holding them up when you shift, but he's very aware of the 29 sitting on your shoulders.

You lean back on your hands, looking like a renaissance painting. The neon looks so good on your deep skin tone, the navy complimenting every inch of you. He doesn't notice that you're wearing heals until he tries to get close to you and the sharp heel presses into his chest.

"Congratulations on your hatty," you say pulling a hat from seemingly nowhere and throwing it at him lightly.

"Fuck, why didn't I get 2 more goals," Connor groans from the closet, probably changing into something more comfortable.

"Go sit," Leon commands and Connor obeys, but grumbles the entire time, "And I swear to god if I catch you doing anything I didn't explicitly tell you to do then you won't be coming for a year."

Leon grabs your foot from where its perch on Leon's chest. He debates taking of your heels but he decides against it. He kisses your calf, slowly sinking down to his knees. He trails up to your inner thighs, biting the soft skin to hear the little gasps. He spreads your legs apart and slides the jersey over your hips. His heads falls forward with a groan when he realizes the panties you're wearing are crotchless.

"Baby," He groans, "You're going to be the death of me."

You laugh, lowering yourself onto the bed, "I thought you'd enjoy being able to fuck me with all this on."

And he does, he really really does want to fuck you with his jersey on, and rip your stockings to pieces. He pulls your legs over his shoulders, nipping your inner thighs again. He wants to leave marks all over your body. Watch the hickeys bloom onto your dark skin, a subtle reminder that you're his.

He pulls you down so your pussy, is right over the edge of the bed. He kisses your clit, and you sigh contently. Leon pulls your clit into his mouth and your hands run through his hair. He licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning when he realizes how wet you are.

"God, baby have you been thinking about me fucking you this whole time," he asks, slowly pumping one finger into your pussy.

You nod, "Your hockey gets me so hot, Leo."

Leon wants to make fun of you for that but he can't find it in himself to do so. Instead he adds a second finger, slowly scissoring the two to open you up. Your back arches, pushing your pussy into his face and he Leon resists the urge to fuck you then and there.

When he looks up at you he realizes that you've pulled your jersey up and are pinching your nipples. He moans into your pussy, causing a loud gasp to be ripped from your throat. Leon doesn’t waste his time, devoring you like a man starved. He switches between his tongue in your pussy and his fingers, alternating pressures on your clit, teasing.

“Leeeee,” you groan, digging your nails into his scalp. Leon relishes in the feeling, pressing up against your hand.

Finally he gives you exactly what you want. Curling his fingers in your pussy the way you like, and his lips attached to your clit, humming softly to sens a shudder up your spine.

“Leo,” you cal, breasts heaving as you near the end, “let me cum please.”

Leon deattaches his mouth momentarily, long enough to say “Cum,” and before winking up at you.He feels your pussy convulse around his fingers. As soon as you ease up he’s throwing his belt on and jacket on the floor, he hardly even remembered he was wearing clothes at all, before pulling his cock out and slipping into you.

You wheeze, almost as if you’d been punched in the gut, as Leon doesn’t give you time to adjust. He’s got one of your wrists locked in each of his hands as he ruts into you. His head ducks down to kiss your the space between your breasts, traveling up to your neck. His beard tickles your throat. Eventually your lips connect, his hips keeping a steady rhythm.

Leon knows when you’re about to cum, knows every tell your body has. He grabs your leg, hiking it up to his hip, using calculated thrusts to get your toes curl and to get you to scream his name.

He doesn’t wait for you to recover, flips you over onto your stomach and hikes up your jersey. He jacks himself off quickly, using your slick to slide his hand quickly. He’s been so amped up from the game it doesn’t take long for him to cum all over your back, the bottom of the jersey getting drenched in his jizz. He stays there for awhile, catching his breath before he turns his head to Connor.

Speaking of, Connor’s face is red, way more red than Leon’s ever seen before. There’s a noticeable tent in his pants and the veins in his arms are bulging with how tight he’s gripping the chair arms.

Leon beckons him over with one finger, and unbuttons his shirt with the other. The fabric is sticking to his skin and he definetly needs a shower, but he’s got one more thing to do before he can change.

You shift underneath him, trying to worm yourself free but Leon puts a and on your back to keep you still. Connor kneels on the bed over your shoulders, careful to keep his weight off you. Leon pulls Connor in by the shirt collar, smashing his lips against his before reaching into his sweatpants to pull out his dick.

“No boxers,” Leon notes, slowly rubbing his cock slowly, “slut.”

“Says the man who sucked my dick in a parking garage.”

“Don’t sass me,” Leon gives the base of his dick a hard squeeze, and Connor lurches forward.

Connor is usually pretty quiet during sex, except when he’s tired. His constant string of moans is strange but not unwelcome as he thrusts softly into Leon’s hand. He would be embarrassed by how quickly he cums, but watching you and Leon always gets him hot. He adds to the pool of jizz on your back before carefully lifting himself off you and padding to the bathroom.

He grabs a washcloth from their stash in the cupboard and runs it under warm water before heading back. Leon has helped you get out of your jersey, which was probably ruined, and is sliding your shoes and stockings off your feet.

By the time Connor’s finished washing you up, Leon’s leaning back against the pillows and you’re getting up to use the bathroom. Connor throws the damp towel in the laundry bin before cuddling up to Leon.

“Why are you wearing clothes?” Leon mumbles.

“Because you didn’t want to fuck me,” Connor responds. And Leon just grunts.

“Hey, Leo, wake the fuck up,” you say poking him in the inner thigh until one of Leon’s eyes pops open.

“You still haven’t checked my message,” you hand him his phone and he sighs, holding one hand behind his head as he opens your text.

Oh man, if Connor weren’t so tired he’d probably get hard again but instead he just looks at the picture your sent Leon. You’ve got your jersey on, and your ass is perched on the counter, looking spankable and wrapped in lace.

The next picture is of you with the jersey pulled up past your boobs. You’re playing with your clit, panties and stockings in full view, and Connor wants so badly to fuck when you’re wearing his jersey.

“Baby girl, you’re so lucky that I’m about to pass out or I’d make you her on your knees right now.”

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