#wishing them all good luck on that discovery

[danieyells]

Think about this idea! It's been almost a year and you didn't find the anomaly or how to solve your curse, most of the boys know but aren't really keeping track, a year is so far away and it slips away so fast but suddenly the MC one day starts skipping some classes or acting odd so one of the boys (for special angst one who has a crush on mc but didn't confess yet) ask them what is going on and they fall in the realization when they say "one week left"

I was trying to take a nap when i remembered this ask and this idea clawed its way into my head. So hey.

It's not quite what your idea was, but I hope you like it anyway, anon.

Frostheim.

Vagastrom.

Jabberwock.

Sinostra.

Hotarubi.

Obscuary.

Mortkranken.

Even the previously missing Dionysia ghouls.

You'd met and bonded with all of the ghouls in Darkwick, and even a few outside of it. You'd gone on missions. You'd even begun to get the ghouls to capture anomalies instead of kill them. The anomalies were being studied and discoveries were being made.

But none relating to your own curse.

The Gala came and went, the Laurel Crown awarded. The third years had moved on to become fourth years. You'd had many hard and tearful goodbyes. Promises to meet again that you hoped could come true. Some more firm understandings that this was goodbye, and wishes of good luck.

Soon the new first years would be coming and they would be assigned their houses.

Soon. . . .

"Dandelion?" The temporary Captain of Jabberwock leaned over to stare at you, a curious look on his face. Towa had been inconsolable for a while after Haru had left, and Jabberwock had been plagued by violent storms of snow and hail and lightning. Eventually it all calmed down. You hoped the quieter and natural atmosphere of Jabberwock could heal your stressing heart. All it did was leave you to your thoughts. Thoughts that must have shown on your face. Towa seemed to have had gotten over his own problems, and seemed back to his usual self. His arms looped around you, feeling like warmth and sunshine incarnate. No wonder plants lived him so much. "Here you go! A hug to make your sad face go away!"

You laugh weakly. But it doesn't take the dread away. You turn into him and smell the sweet and floral scent about him, clinging and trying to hide your woes so he wouldn't begin to feel bad again. You thank him, and he gives you a squeeze.

"That didn't help?" Somehow you felt bad for not reassuring him. "What's the matter? Do you miss Haru too?"

You did miss Haru. You missed all your friends and loved ones.

You were going to miss all of your friends and loved ones.

"Whaddyou mean? Tell me." He gave you a squeeze of encouragement. You choked back a sob, but barely managed to whimper out your woes.

"One week left. . . ."

"One week. . .?" In one week the new first years would arrive and be assigned their houses. In one week, it will have had been a year since that concert, since that anomaly, since-- "Oh! Your curse!!"

Part of you wanted to feel angry at how Towa didn't seem bothered by it. He cuddled you, petting your hair. "You're gonna die soon, huh?"

How blunt. He was like this a lot, dismissive about life. Sometimes it scared you, but in ways it was comforting to hear it said so straightforward. Yes, you were going to die soon. Someone said it. Someone acknowledged it. Someone remembered.

"That's okay! Everybody dies eventually!"

"But I don't want to die, Towa!" You cry, snapping your head up to look at him desperately. He parted his lips as of in surprise. "I'm not ready to die! I-- I--"

"Hmm." Towa looked at you with contemplative pity. "So you don't wanna die yet? You wanna keep living?"

You nod. Did Towa think so little of his own life that he couldn't comprehend wanting it to continue? Or was he just that unempathetic? Maybe you didn't mean much to him, and he didn't care if you were gone the way he cared when Haru left.

"Why don't you ask me for help?"

What?

"What do you mean?" You looked at him inquisitively. Towa smiled back down at you, beguiling, lavender hair framed by an inky black sky.

"Why don't you ask me to save you? So you don't die as soon."

You shook your head. "Towa, I was cursed by some anomaly--we never found another one like it, I--I can still remember its eye and nothing that erases my memory works to make me forget. Everytime I close my eyes lately I see it like--like it's coming after me, like it's getting closer. I see that eye in other people's eyes, I--"

"Do you see it in mine?" It's eerily still and quiet in Jabberwock today. You look in his eyes. It's easy, like nothing but you two exists right now. "Is it there?"

"No." You swallow. You don't remember standing. You don't remember Towa standing, either. "No, it's not."

"I can help you. I promise." Why was it so dark? The sky wasn't clouded, and Towa wasn't upset. You didn't remember it being dark when you came here. The warmth of the sun was your only comfort alone with your thoughts. "You just have to ask me. Ask me to help you."

"But. . .how will you help me?" As a matter of fact, it was midday when you came here, wasn't it? Why could Towa talk in the first place. "What can you do that no one else could? Wh-why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Do you want me to grant your wish? Or not?" You could see Towa clearly, but the deep darkness around you reflected no light in his eyes. It reminded you of being in the sunken ship disguised as an undersea palace, when those anomalies tried to keep you from leaving. You didn't feel cold like that time though. You felt warm. You almost felt safe.

"I. . .I. . . ." Something told you to run away. For a moment, you saw the anomaly's eye again. Towa looked irritated, and suddenly it was gone, as if frightened away. You heard thunder crack in the distance. "I want to live. . . ."

"Tell me what you wish for." He smiled at you. It was welcoming and pitying. Like finding a lost child. "I'll keep your safe."

His face was very close, your eyes locked in his. You felt weaker than ever with him holding you like this. The words spilled out of your mouth.

"I wish my curse was gone. . .I wish I could live. . .please help me, Towa. . . ."

Towa smiled and pet your hair. Then he stepped back from you. You clung to his sleeves, afraid of being abaoned to the emptiness around you. Between you, a pale plant grew to eye level, flowering before your very eyes.

"Eat it."

The plant moved itself to your mouth. You parted your lips, allowing it in, and closed your teeth and lips around it like you'd done with so many plants Towa fed you. It ripped itself away from you, and you chewed it. Your mouth was filled with complex flavors, sweet and bitter and painful and unfamiliar. Your senses were filled with something soft and numbing. But you still felt the strong press of Towa's lips on yours, pushing the flower down your throat. Somehow, you didn't gag from the pressure.

When you swallowed, a wave of nausea hit you. The sickly feeling was followed by electricity, jolting through your mouth and down your throat and up your spine, into your stomach and brain. You felt it travel to the tips of your fingers and pores, arcing across every hair along your body.

And then the sharp pain and blast of fog filled your head.

It felt like roots implanting themself through your whole body, as if replacing every part of your nervous system. You opened your mouth ask what was happening, but all that left you was a scream so loud it hurt your throat. Your eyes and face burned with your tears.

You dug your nails into Towa's arms as he pulled Way, and he watched on without helping as you began to vomit. It hurt. All of this hurt. You vomited burning and freezing mud, and what you vaguely grasped to be seeds. The empty world around you seemed to consume the mess, drinking it up and burying the seeds into the invisible earth.

As you heaved and gasped when it finally came down, you watched another plant grow. This one was familiar. It flowered quickly, and you remembered the flowers of the anomaly that cursed you. You saw them flower and grow, and you gasped, yanking your hands away from Towa to cover your eyes.

Not again, you didn't want to see the eye again.

It wasn't until you heard lightning and hail, feeling the fall of it directly in front of you that you realized you couldn't remember how the eye looked anymore. The memory was simply gone.

"Did you feel it? It was like being struck by lightning, right?" Towa's voice echoed around you jovially. "That means we're soulmates now. Because your soul is mine now. Our pact is sealed. And your curse is gone."

"Wha--ow. . . ." You snapped your head up, pulling your hands away from your eyes to look at Towa, only to shield your eyes from the bright, warm sun of Jabberwock. It burned, after being in the dark so long--and after the sensory overload after eating that flower. Looking down and shielding your eyes from the light, you saw something smouldering between yours and Towa's feet, surrounded by charred petals. "What. . .what did you do, Towa. . .?"

Towa made an inquisitive sound at you, tilting his head. He once again looked innocent. He once again couldn't speak under the light of day. He smiled and giggled, covering your eyes and kissing you again, humming happily against your lips. From being around him for over a year you'd already begun to understand him when he couldn't speak. He was reassuring you. You'll be okay, he says. You don't need to be afraid anymore.

"But. . .my soul. . .a pact. . .like a. . .?"

Like a demon?

Was Towa a demon?

He pat you on the back, silently saying not to worry. And then, he leapt into the air, off to somewhere else in the former safari area, leaving you to pull yourself together.

The eye was gone from your mind. You couldn't remember anything besides the flowers and their charred state in the beautiful green grass of Jabberwock.

You held your stomach, feeling it knot with nerves.

The curse was gone. You'd live. . .but now your life was in Towa's hands.

You began to leave Jabberwock, turning over in your head how you would tell Cornelius what happened. You'd made a pact with a demon to spare your life. . .but the demon was on campus. He was a threat. He had power. A lot of power.

The moment you started to consider telling them it was Towa, you screamed out in pain. Electricity ran through your very existence, not just your body but your soul too. A warning.

You caught your breath where you collapsed in the grass, one of the anomalous animals nervously sniffing at you until your rising startled it into fleeing. Right. You couldn't share who the demon was. But you could say there had been one and that your life was safe now. . that you were aware of.

Once your shaking legs were steady and the phantom pain subsided, you made your way out into the main grounds and towards the main building. It was probably important that you share the news. . .whether or not it was good.

#towa otonashi #tokyo debunker fanfic #I KNOW I SAID I SUSPECT KAITO BUT CONSIDER MY OTHER SUSPECT. . .TOWA. #tokyo debunker #danie yells at tokyo debunker #danie yells writing

[lirational]

Eleven thirsts,

Hmmm I’d imagine alpha!Eleven to be quite possessive of her omega as well as partake in exhibitionism

Like imagine she’s fucking you during a stream, not only showing you off to everyone but also showing everyone that you are hers and that she alone can only bring you this pure sexual bliss

I’d also like to think she’s the clingy aftercare type. Cuddling and kissing you after you two finish a couple rounds of love making

Very cute in my opinion

(Unbeta’d) smut under the cut. Minors DNI!

Disclaimer that I am only halfway through the event, sorry!

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Eleven has a cock (obviously), knotting.

It was like the barrier between your thoughts and your lips were demolished, each thrust of Eleven’s cock causing you to shudder and grip the edges of the table tighter, tighter until you swore you could feel something shatter beneath your fingers.

She savored each sharp intake of breath, each gasp as you felt her thrust hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside you, each whisper of her name, and each plea torn between wanting her to stop or to continue, her teasing remarks adding fuel to the fire as she answered the questions from people who were calling her. It was late at night, making it almost all too easy to convince anyone that there was really nothing else going on, as Eleven answered their questions with her usual friendly demeanor. She was fully in her element, a contrast to you, where each slow thrust were a battle to keep your voice down and hopefully not make a fool of yourself—

A press on the bulge on your lower belly obliterated your thoughts, as you let out a loud, unmistakable moan, shattering all semblance of dignity you managed to scrounge up.

“There is no need to be nervous, you’re already singing for everyone here, right?” She whispered, each word from her sinful tongue intensifying the scent of camellia in the air, clinging onto your senses to obscure everything else. Eleven was quick to tease the current caller when they asked what was going on, and yet, you cannot afford to feel bad for the clueless caller as they became flustered, stuttering an apology as they hung up the phone, the suddeness of it causing a couple of beeps.

“Well, it seems our caller ‘D’ here chose to not continue our call. Regardless, I wish them good luck in their romantic endeavors.”

There was a devious lilt to her voice as she gripped your hips tight, a low groan escaping her as she sheathed herself fully to the hilt.

“Oh, what is it? I should make a segment where I give advice? Thank you, I might consider it,”

Drool had escaped the corner of your lips, sweat dripping to the scripts she had set up as aid, yet she didn’t seem to mind, treating each thrust as a game, until not even her prowess could hide what was going on in the room.

Crimson lit up your cheeks at the thought.

“Oh, you like this, my little omega? Both of us teetering on the, aah, brink of discovery?” She whispered, her voice low. She was close, you could feel how her body tremble, how her cock twitches inside you as you both teeter closer to a satisfying release. “So insatiable, so good, and all mine, close and caged together with me~”

With the final word, she bit on the nape of your neck, bruising your skin as you felt her paint your insides with white, enough to fill you to the brim. Her release heralded your own, as you saw white not a few seconds later, creating a mess of stringy white on her dress, your voice practically telling everyone that you two were locked by the hip the whole time. Despite the challenge, Eleven didn’t even frown, as she stared at the mixture of your mess staining her clothes with eyes full of desire.

“You did so good, good girl, all for me,” she murmured onto your skin, tenderly kissing the dip of your shoulder in a gesture of pure affection. A quick farewell marked the end of her stream, then she pressed you against her shoulder, ruffling your head as she tells you to rest for now until she could pull herself out of you.

As you closed your eyes, she eyed where her cock were buried inside you, humming in satisfaction at the mixture of fluids.

Perhaps, both of you could take a warm bath later.

#path to nowhere x reader #path to nowhere #ptn x reader #path to nowhere headcanons #ptn eleven x reader

[arrowsperpetualcringe]

https://www.tumblr.com/arrowsperpetualcringe/716483661130874880/hehehehehe Hoe does Mario meet Knight!Luigi?

Hi hey hello omg someone's actually asking about this au---

I'm panicking for no reason but also I'm so excited and so happy to share!!!

So, tbh, there's no need for Knight!Luigi and Mario to "meet", and by that I mean--- Luigi and Mario were never seperated and they already know eachother.

Luigi's whole deal, and the reason he was able to become a knight in the first place, is that he kinda... just sorta moved out.

Let me explain: He in this au, Luigi of course loves Mario dearly, that's his twin brother, his main man, his bestfriend, his homeslice breadslice dog. However, after retrieving some subpar treatment, he decided to seperate from Mario, and go his own little journey of self discovery. He's never been apart from Mario. And though he's scared, he's terrified even, he wants to know who he's capable of being on his own. So he leaves to go journey, Mario of course wishes him good luck, but is SO fucking nervous something bad will happen to him and encourages him to write him.

(More Backstory under cut cause this post is looooong)

Most of his journey is fine, and well and good, until he gets dundundunnn caught by Bowser. (For the purposes of this au, let's imagine that Kamek freed and unshrunken him post Mario Movie)--- So, he catches Luigi to get revenge, but at this point he's developed a bit more of a backbone and some serious skills to defend himself, so he almost escapes the castle, but is stopped by Bowser himself, who--- in a twist of fate is impressed by his skill.

Basically the interaction that follows goes "Ayo I'll let you live if you work for me" "I'm still very terrified of you so bet" (ofc he's plotting to return the whole while, but needs to find a time when it's safe)

So now mans lives in the castle with Bowser, and he gets training to really hone his skills--- they gradually get used to eachother, and since this is a Bowuigi centric au, yall already know the deal fr.

SORRY I got SO incredibly sidetracked, but since I already wrote all this I ain't deleting it--- to get to the core of the question---

If Mario were to ever meet Luigi in his knight formmmm hmmm.

If he were to meet while Luigi was doing some on duty shit with Bowser watching, he'd have to resort to going completely nonverbal to avoid being recognized--- in my very first post about Knight!Luigi he can avoid being recognized as his usual self by switching from an italian accent to a brooklyn one, but--- seeing as Mario knows his brother, and knows his voice, he'd recognize either one. This would probably give off an impression of a really intimidating, serious and skilled Knight to the opposition, when really Weggy just tryna to avoid being recognized---

If they just happened to cross paths with no eyes on them, Luigi would shed the mask SO fucking quick and give him a hug. Though, since Luigi has risen through the ranks and became very known as someone to be feared in his persona, this would leave Mario both very relieved, and VERY confused.

and uuuuh

yeah that's it.

OH wait

One more thing.

In this au, Luigi's Knight persona is just known as "Knight Guy"

everyone assumes he's a really weird shy guy and no one bats a fucking eye FOEJROFEJROJ

TL;DR: They'd most likely meet in a battlefield. If on duty, they just sorta,,, duke it out (Luigi will refuse to hurt Mario though) If off duty, hug time.

#ask #super mario bros #smb #mario bros #mario movie #smb au #bowuigi #<- mentioned #luigi #mario #bowser #shyguy luigi #shy guy #Knight!Luigi #my art #digital art

[fairy-verse]

Do the firstborns play any instruments or find themselves fond of any human creations?

Ink (despite seeming to hold a not-so-secret grudge) absolutely loves human creations, though he is especially fond of utensils, such as forks and spoons. He also really likes intricate belts, especially those that have other things hanging from them that go clink, clink, clink when the humans walk about. He’s stolen many, many things from the Big Folk, and he’s hung many of them up in various trees as decorations. They’re an omen of bad luck for any Big Folk that enter his forest, because they’re a sign that that certain area is often frequented by Ink himself, and that is no good thing for them.

He likes to play wooden instruments that make deep, sometimes rumbling noises, though it is the flute he excels at, and its sound is the first thing the Big Folk will hear – if they take care to listen – when Spring finally begins its arrival. It will echo through the hills, past the trees, and over the mountains as it causes the ice to melt and break, and the snow to turn into flowing water as the grass so green begins to stand up to greet the warming sun.

Nightmare doesn’t play any instruments and isn’t too fond of human creations… until the pipe organ is invented. He only needed to hear it once to find it wonderful to listen to, and he’d have a copy made straight away; once he learned how it was constructed. It was built in a naturally formed cavern beneath his Underground nest, and there he sometimes likes to go and play it, making the very earth around him tremble with awed shudders. He tends to lose himself in the moment and has been known to miss hours and hours until someone comes to remind him that he needs to return to his duties.

He is also enchanted by the discovery of the astrolabe and the compass, and he just might have had some of his fairies steal them for him. He also has a human-sized book with illustrations depicting the inside of a giant castle, and the words describing it are attention-grabbing to be sure.

Dream plays the harp and the effect it has on other fairies and Big Folk alike is strikingly clear; it’s enthralling. You’ll hear no other sound like it ever again, less it is from him. Unless you’re a fairy you might just run the risk of losing your mind once you’ve heard it, as its effect has a way of glazing your eyes with a golden glow for as long as it plays, and you’ll see the world in a near heavenly light that makes everything just look so… enchanting. It’s not strange that any Big Folk who experiences this will feel grief-stricken once the music stops and the effect goes away. Everything just looks so… dull and dark after that, and those who’re unable to cope with it go mad from the search of finding it again.

He doesn’t know too much about human creations since he doesn’t travel near the borders these days, but a few years back he’d seen a human with a very intricate chest in his hands that held some warped silver coins, a scroll, and some gunpowder in a small purse. He only knows this because he snatched the chest – with some help – whilst the man wasn’t looking. He still has it hidden within a hollow hole in his willow tree.

Error might despise humans and pretend to hate everything they do and make, but he can’t deny it to himself that he likes their wooden and woollen creations, especially those he sees around the time of the winter solstice. Shapes of stars and circles made from twigs and strings are strangely appealing, dried orange slices and wheat goats decorated with red ribbons make him tilt his head in fascination. The only Big Folk creation he’s sought out and stolen was a deep blue glass sphere with a hollow room inside of it. The reason for this theft was solely because he witnessed one of the strange Big Folk traditions where they all held one of these spheres in their hands as they walked in a line, singing softly about light wishes and hopes of peaceful times to come. He found it all oddly… beautiful, especially since their singing seemed to make the glass spheres glow a pretty dark blue. He’ll never admit (not even to himself) that he’s fond of this tradition, but the Big Folk did notice that the winter winds calmed significantly after this specific day.

He does not play any instruments, but his singing is the sound of the freezing ice expanding and thickening on the lakes on cold days, and that is a particularly special kind of instrument, so, in a way, Error himself is an instrument of music; the one of winter itself, you could say.

#aufairyverse #utmv #ask for the fairy #fairy!ink #fairy!nightmare #fairy!dream #fairy!error #ink sans #nightmare sans #dream sans #error sans

[our-lesboy-experience]

HELLOOO AGAIN! Ive been thinking abt this all day so I was wondering if had an opinion abt this? how do u feel abt cis men identifying as lesbians? /genq just wanted to hear what someone thought abt this

I've seen this asked a lot and it's also the point where some people start getting a bittt exclusionary (more so in a way they don't think deeper about it, because "how can a cis man experience queer attraction to women?" rather than something hateful)

for starters, "cis" is generally identifying with the gender assigned to you at birth (though im aware of intersex and detrans experiences that deviate from this). A person can both identify with their birth gender and other genders. a cis man can also be a trans woman. a cis woman can also be a trans man. obviously I'm talking about multigender people, and "cistrans" is a term for a reason

secondly, have you....EVER heard of a completely binary, cisgender man, seriously identifying with and feeling like he's a lesbian (no joke whatsoever) who 100% insists he's cis? there's definitely not a lot and not enough to raise a whole scandal about it

thirdly, many people have commented that they have heard of or they themselves felt connection to lesbian identity before realizing they were a trans woman. if a supposed cis man is seriously feeling like a lesbian.....then maybe that person is a trans woman? and we should give that person space to figure it out instead of getting mad about it?

and lastly, im not the type to throw a fit over someone identifying in good faith and certainly not in a way im probably never going to see. if a cis man actually feels as if he's a lesbian then I would just wish him luck in figuring things out for himself. it really doesn't affect me whatsoever, and drawing a hard line between "valid belonging trans women lesbians" and "invalid invading cis men lesbians" will never help anyone and from actual trans women I've seen say this, it just makes it harder for them to accept themselves and not feel like they're intruding on a space they don't belong in. just leave people with identities you don't understand alone

tldr; if a cis man seriously feels like a lesbian you should just wish him luck on his journey of self-discovery, and there's so few of them that it's pretty much a non-issue + multigender cistrans people exist

#lesboy #male lesbian #lesbian #asks #feel free to have more discussions on this/tell me if I'm missing something or said something wrong #my stance forever will be good faith identification doesn't harm anybody

[stargazer-sims]

Professor Belle

Belle: Félix, can I go with you to the excavation site tomorrow?

Félix: Of course, but I'll need you to stay with me the whole time. I have a new group of students, and they'll need to focus. I don't want them thinking they have to babysit you.

Belle: No one has to babysit me. I'm a member of the research team. Right?

Félix: Yes, but the students might be skeptical of that. Not every person your age is as responsible and intelligent as you, and unfortunately, some people have a tendency to prejudge.

Belle: Well, that’s just dumb.

Davian: *laughing* It's good to know the youngest member of the research team can still act like a ten year old.

Belle: I'm responsible and intelligent, but nobody said I was a grownup.

Davian: Fair point.

Félix: But you are mature, and we can trust you. That's why you're allowed to come to the excavation site.

Belle: Yeah. Can you imagine my friends at the site? Junior would probably break stuff, and you'd always have to be getting Caroline down from a tree or something. I know I should only climb trees around the field station.

Davian: We'd be happier if you didn't climb trees anywhere, but you know the risks, so...

Belle: Evaluate my choices, right?

Davian: Right.

Belle: I'll be too busy to climb trees tomorrow anyway. I have discoveries to make and students to teach.

Félix: Oh? Are you taking over for me, Professor Belle?

Davian: She probably can teach them something, you know. She's already got more archaeological experience than they do.

Félix: I'll tell you what, Belle. Why don't I let you have a few minutes to instruct the students tomorrow? You can be my assistant. We'll practice this evening so you'll know what you want to say when the time comes.

Belle: Yay! I'm going to be the best assistant you've ever had, I promise!

Félix: I have no doubt.

Belle: So, if I'm going to the site tomorrow and I'm going to be busy all day, does that mean I can skip my math lesson?

Davian: No. It means you'll have to do extra lessons the day after. Just because you're in the rainforest and you're learning cool stuff that isn't in your school books, that doesn't mean you get to ignore them. Remember, there's still going to be a test.

Belle: So, I guess the right choice would be to get ready for the test. I just wish I liked math more.

Félix: It's okay if you don't like it. Nobody can force you to like things. I'm not friends with math either, and when I was your age I was much happier following my father all around Al-Simhara and making discoveries with him. But I had to study math as well, because I needed it to graduate high school and get into university.

Belle: I'm going to university some day. I guess that means I have to be nice to math, even if we're not friends.

Félix: Be nice to math and it'll be nice to you.

Belle: *giggling* By helping me get into university?

Félix: Exactly so.

Belle: I can live with that.

Davian: Now that we've got that settled, how about we do a little exploring before dinner? I'll bet we can find some awesome butterflies if we take that trail over there. Check out all the flowers. I hear tropical butterflies love those.

Belle: Yes! Félix, can Davian and I borrow your camera? I want to take pictures if we see any butterflies. Then I can identify them and write a paragraph for my science journal.

Félix: That sounds like a good idea. While you and Davian are out butterfly hunting, I'm going to catch up with Dr. Santiago. I'll see the two of you at dinner at the field station.

Davian: Sounds good.

Belle: If we find any butterflies, we'll tell you all about it!

Félix: I can hardly wait. Good luck.

Belle: I think it's more about scientific methodology than luck.

Félix: *smiling* In that case... good scientific methodology, Professor Belle. I await your report on your findings.

#ts4 #sims 4 #selvadorada #Félix Blanchet #Davian St-Jean #Belle Blanchet #stargazersims

[tgmsunmontue]

More than movie magic... 12/24

Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

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ELEVEN

PART TWELVE

                “Conversation go that well hmm?”

                “What?” Jake asks, and he’s distracted, pretty sure he’s going to need to jerk off before he’ll be able to get to sleep, certain he can still feel Bradley’s fingers on his skin, unable to really process anything more than his mom standing there in her dressing gown and talking to him.

                “You’re going to have hell in makeup tomorrow…”

                “Huh?”

                “Oh Jake… I’m happy for you honey.”

                He freezes then, because he hasn’t said anything and he looks at her and she’s just watching him, expression amused and he guesses he’s been a little distracted since he got home, but not massively so… He managed to ride home, settle Blitzen in her stall, all while sporting a semi which is now quickly disappearing in the face of his mother talking to him. Thank fuck for small mercies.

                “Happy about what exactly?”

                “Well, you didn’t have that beard rash at dinner. Twenty-four hours. Amazing what you can achieve with a little motivation isn’t it?”

                Oh god. He hadn’t realized that his face and neck would be literal red flags, broadcasting his recent activity. His mom is fat too observant and has always simply known when he had been making out with people. Years as a high school teacher and recognizing bullshit probably help. He groans.

                “You’re an unholy terror.”

                “And proud of the fact sweetie. Proud of you too. Well done on using your words.”

                Jakes grins, doesn’t mention that there weren’t a lot of words exchanged, not ones that he can repeat in polite company anyway, and his mom will believe whatever she wants, regardless of what he says right now.

                “Yeah, we like each other. It’s good.”

                “Good. Now I just need to get him to accept that dinner invite.”

                “Yeah, good luck with that one mom.”

…            …            …

                “Okay, what is going on. You’re smiling at Jake Seresin rather than just watching him with that slightly… mournful look.”

                “What’s more interesting is he’s smiling back,” Bob says, spooning more oatmeal into his mouth and Bradley loves working with his friends, he really does, but sometimes he also wishes they just didn’t quite know him so well. Maybe he should spend some time with some of the other teams, allow himself some distance if this whole thing doesn’t pan out. It’s not like Bob couldn’t take over from him here.

                “It wasn’t mournful,” Bradley mutters, taking a sip of his tea. “Considering maybe.”

                “Considering how much you want him maybe…” Natasha mutters, voice low and Bradley rolls his eyes, but also he can’t outright deny it either, because they’d all know he was lying. There’s a difference between being attracted to someone and wanting them to actually acting on it though. Last night was a revelation of the best sort and while they hadn’t had a chance to talk it had felt full of promise and potential, more to come, a prologue rather than an epilogue and the way Jake keeps catching his eye and smiling across the dining hall makes him feel surer about that fact.

                “Mind if I join you?” Javy Machado asks, and Bradley takes it as the reprieve it is, smirks at the blush appearing on Natasha’s cheeks and quirks an eyebrow but wisely keeps his mouth very firmly shut. He likes his dick and balls right where they are.

                The conversation flows around him and he focusses on eating for a bit and moving his shins out of the way of Natasha’s feet where she’s trying to kick him, clearly knowing what he’s thinking about Javy Machado coming over wanting to eat breakfast with her.

                “Bradley…” He looks up and Aunty Kaye is standing there, smiling her normal smile but her eyes are slightly more narrow than usual, like she’s either assessing him for body-bag size, or she’s about to tell a joke and she’s already laughing inwardly. It’s really hard to tell.

                “Aunty Kaye. Morning.”

                “Hmm. It is morning. And you are not going to need extra time in the makeup chair this morning…”

                “I’m sorry, what?”

                “My son’s face and neck look like he lost a fight with a roll of sandpaper…”

                Oh fuck.

                He can feel his cheeks heating, and at least he knows she’s Jake’s mom now and he isn’t hit with the shock of that as well. He hasn’t seen Jake up close yet, but he trusts that Aunty Kaye knows what she’s talking about and if he’s left Jake with stubble burn then… well. It’s kind of unavoidable if he wants to keep kissing him, he’s not going to apologize to Jake’s mom about it, not when Jake clearly didn’t seem to mind.

                Bob, Rueben, Natasha and Javy are all watching the interaction with glee, as are a handful of other people within hearing distance and he glances over to where he last saw Jake and he’s not there, instead he’s much closer, expression harried as he approaches and oh shit, his face and neck are definitely more pink than normal, not bright red, but definitely pink like he’s been out in the sun maybe.

                “Oh my god mom, please leave him alone…” Jake says. “I am so sorry about her.”

                “I expect you at dinner tonight. At the main house.”

                “Uh.”

                “Mom!” Jake exclaims, then he turns to Bradley. “You don’t have to come to dinner, she’s just meddling…”

                “Well, I’ve been inviting Bradley to dinner for a couple of weeks. Maybe with you there he’ll have more of an incentive to come, hmm?”

                Bradley is pretty sure he’s full-on blushing now, realizing that those dinner invitations maybe had an ulterior motive if Jake’s expression are anything to go by. He’s not going to avoid or ignore or run away from any of it anymore, and maybe they can finally have that conversation he feels needs to happen.

                “Seems like the least I can do considering the amount of makeup Jake’s going to need.”

THIRTEEN

#Hangster #Sereshaw #more than movie magic #Top Gun Maverick

[khaire-traveler]

Hey, so, I think I might be a lesbian, are there any deities associated with this kind of thing in any sort of way? I’ve heard some say Artemis but others say that thats interpretation and not necessarily true, and some say Aphrodite because she’d related to sexuality, some say Dionysus or Apollo because they’re related to queerness, etc.

Hey, Nonny!

All of the deities you mentioned make sense to me, actually. I've met many people who associate Artemis with lesbianism; I believe this may be a modern association, but I know there's evidence that it was heavily implied in ancient times. Aphrodite is a goddess of love and sexuality, so it makes sense that she would be able to help with discovering yourself. I've seen Dionysus be regarded as a god of queerness in modern times, actually, but even without that modern association, he is absolutely a wonderful god to help with embracing sexuality. Apollo is also often associated with queerness, and he could help as well; he's great with self-discovery. You may also consider Eros, who is a god of love and sexuality.

Truthfully, the Greek pantheon is pretty queer leaning in general. Many deities have been depicted in queer relationships within ancient myths, so it's not uncommon at all. I personally just suggest reaching out to whichever deity you feel the strongest pull towards. Who is the most appealing to? Who does your heart lean towards? Even if they don't have a specific domain in love, I think it's ultimately a better choice to go with the deity you feel the greatest connection to.

I hope this helped, and I wish you luck on your journey! Remember that being queer is a beautiful thing to be. Your sexuality and experience are valid. The feelings you have are entirely normal, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with them. Have a good day/night. 🧡

#anon asks #answered asks

[undead-merman]

This was a patreon request from Dove Wing: “Hello, could I request a yandere fallen guardian angel Simeon for my March request? I think the idea of him falling due to his obsession of the person he was assigned to protect would be an interesting concept to play around with”

Yandere fallen angel Simeon with GN-Reader SFW

Before The Fall

He was recovering from the death of his last human. They were a lovely woman with a heart of gold however their life came to a quick and tragic end. Taken by their own lover. As much as Simeon tried to protect them, even guardian angels have their limits in incorporeal forms. 

He was overtaken by guilt for years, a horrible knowing guilt like the loss of a good friend or even a child. It was heavy on his soul and his other kin worried for him. They did everything they could to cheer him up from distracting him, to trying to talk to him about it, and even celebrating their life. But Simeon only blamed himself. 

It wasn’t until Micheal sat down with him and chatted for a few hours, every angel in the area was trying to listen but they were shooed away. When Simeon came back out people whispered carefully asking what happened and if he was alright. 

He was given a new human to look over. And he forced a smile to let everyone know he was okay, even if he was still heavy with the weight of his last human on his shoulders. The word spread fast and everyone gave him well wishes and even had a party with all of the foods he loves. But when he saw his reflection in the glass he couldn’t stand it, his stomach churned.  

Watching Over You

You were fairly old when he arrived. Normally angels are assigned at birth but your last angel had started a family and was sent back. So here you were as an adult, though still fairly young around twenty or so. He was apprehensive at first, not wanting to get too close in fear of losing someone else again but it was a herculean task. 

He always gets attached, it’s in his nature as a heavenly being to love and care for you no matter what, to adore and want nothing but the best for you. But the more devoted to you he got, the more worried he became. 

Still, he focused on his duties, gently shooing away bad luck, making sure worldly objects just barely miss you. A humble way to spend his days with you but the way you smile, as if you know he’s watching over you makes his heart skip a beat. 

But it’s a few years in when you are met with hardships that he cannot gently sweep away. A bad partner, a financial crisis, or maybe even an unexpected disaster that leaves you stuck without a home. He weeps for you. Weeps deeply and curses his own nature for not being able to help. 

A Deep Dark Fall

He watches your situation get worse and worse and how none of your fellow man help, how some even give you judgmental glances. But they don’t know you, how can humanity be so cruel? He finds himself putting at his own feathers. 

The way your smile has faded wounds him, and every time you sob it feels like the knife of mankind is driven deeper and deeper. He remembers his last human and despair sinks in. 

It gets worse the more you suffer alone. Every time you cry, he reaches out but his hands cannot hold you, he tries to tell you he’s here with you, but you cannot hear. He starts to question why he’s not allowed to comfort you, to make sure you’re truly safe. Whats the point of a guardian angel if he can’t help you in ways that matter? 

He starts to curse the heavens above, questioning every that has come before and laughing at tradition as he weeps with you. He doesn’t even care as his feathers molt turning a necrotic black and falling off in patches. But he doesn’t care, what good are they if he can’t even hold you? Can’t use them to help. 

He makes a discovery when his wings are half rotten and no white feathers remain he can finally tug the blankets over his body to cover his freezing feet he’s overcome with twisted joy. He’s falling, but he’s finally able to care for you in ways that matter. He happily lets the corruption overtake him, ripping out the rest of his own feathers and he weeps with joy. He’ll finally be able to hold you, love you like your own kind never did, to show you true love.

It’s only when his wings are finally bone, do they fall off. But he laughs through the pain as he can finally feel just how cold the place you sleep is.        

Finally Holding You

He takes you into his arms, yanking you as he laughs out tears and feels just how warm you are despite the freezing surroundings. He doesn’t even hear you as you yelp and cry out. He has you. He’s finally holding you. 

But it’s when you violently twist and squirm in his loving arms does he see your horrified face. He doesn’t know why you’re looking at him with such horror but he joyously explains what he’s gone through to keep you safe, and now that he is finally tangible in the mortal world he can be with you. Help you, hold your hand through these hard times and lead you to a much happier life. 

He still doesn’t understand why you're scared, why you're freaking out. Do you not believe him? He says every little personal detail of your life and explains how he was there watching over you. But when he sees the horror in your eyes he can only tilt his head. Please don’t be afraid, he’s only trying to love you like he was meant to. 

He’ll watch over you, even if you don’t understand now. He takes you away from this cold and miserable place. Even if your kicking and screaming. He’ll just cover your mouth and whisper that it will be okay. He’s finally here. He’ll finally do something worthwhile, and he’ll make sure nothing can hurt you ever again.   

#obey me #yandere simeon #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #yandere #fallen angel simeon

[yanderes-galore]

May I please request cult lamb were the lambs darling is another lamb?

Sure! I actually like this idea :)

Yandere! The Lamb with Lamb! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Isolation, Fear of abandonment, Obsession, Mentions of having children but it's vague as you're both GN, Forced relationship, Clingy behavior, Overprotective behavior.

Lambs have been hunted by The Bishops to prevent the old prophecy of the chained one.

The Lamb thinks that they are the last one to the slaughter.

The Bishops themselves think that is true.

It turns out they were all wrong.

The Lamb can't believe their eyes when they see you.

Losing (almost) their entire kind really messed with their psyche.

Yet here you are, in front of them, a lamb with soft wool and innocent eyes compared to their haunting ones.

You're just as surprised to see another of your kind.

You've been hiding in the shadows in fear of being found and slaughtered.

Desperately, perhaps even naivély, you ask for their protection.

Surely with the Red Crown they will be able to make things right?

The Lamb eagerly accepts you into their flock.

You'll even notice them absentmindedly stroking your wool, yearning for a feeling of familiarity.

Honestly, The Lamb would feel more attached to a darling who's also a lamb like them.

After all, you both are the only ones of your species.

They'd want to catch your eye, somewhat hopeful of bringing lambs back into the land.

As a result their attempts at your attention are stronger than normal.

They're eager, often hovering around you.

The followers of The Lamb also praise you, being a lamb like their leader.

You are happy you found a surviving member of your kind...

Although you do wish they were less eager to court you.

The gifts, affection, and constant attention get overwhelming after awhile.

The Lamb does not understand your hesitance.

To them the best thing to do is keep you beside them.

Lambs must stay together in their herd.

Oh, TOWW finds this little discovery interesting.

It appears his vessel has found another of their kind.

What luck.

TOWW finds the desperation of The Lamb towards you amusing.

What would they do if you passed on... you lack immortality like them.

Perhaps they'd beg?

Maybe they'd ask the bishop of death for mercy?

TOWW promises if The Lamb is good for him, your life will be as long as theirs.

Honestly, being a lamb like The Lamb would probably be overwhelming.

The similarities are nice...

But The Lamb is so scared to be alone again that they cling to you.

They have so much power in their cult.

Who are you to turn to?

Your life is stuck in the camp.

Safe from predators, safe from death...

The Lamb feels since they have the power to control who lives and who dies with TOWW, they know what's best.

It's not like you'll fight them-

Lambs tend to be submissive creatures... The Lamb is simply different due to TOWW.

As they hold your face and stroke your wool... they bleat towards you.

A sound meant to be comforting...

The Lamb feels like family... perhaps even a future partner.

You just wish they gave you more of a choice instead of suffocating you in their desperation and loneliness like it's love.

#yandere cult of the lamb #yandere cotl #yandere the lamb #yandere lambert #yandere lamb

[dropthedemiurge]

My first impression for GMMTV 2024 projects:

Ossan's Love Thailand: Let's just say, first one is instant skip for me, though I am still excited to watch Earth and Mix in something I'll enjoy. I probably should go and watch Cupid's Last Wish instead xD Japanese comedy that is transferred in a Thailand comedy make me fear for my life, to be honest (my tolerance for physical comedy is unfortunately very low). But good luck to EarthMix though, they'll get to play some funky roles, hope they'll have fun!

Leap Day: Woah! It looks very intense and very interesting already. Pond and Dew (who I dearly love since High School series) in a very dark and mystical thriller(?). It's not BL but I love unique plots with darker vibes. Also Gun playing autistic guy (who also gives off creepy vibes because the entire trailer is creepy)? Sign me up twice! I'm going to be checking it out for sure.

The Heart Killers: First and Khaotung wanted to play a cute sweet romcom after all the depressing and dark and difficult characters and tears, right? Well, they also wanted to play mafia or gang roles so I guess that gave Jojo the right to make a ASSASSINS ROM-COM, why not!xD This man is the only one I go for when I want something very refreshing, unusual, gritty, that has flawed and underground characters, weapons and high stakes. It'll probably fumble the ending but I'm definitely going to be here for my Assassin x Tattoo Artist Firstkhao. Also it'll be my introduction to JoongDunk. Second to the top of series I'm excited about!

Friendshit Forever: I actually had to double take because GMM surely loves puns in their titles, right? xD I thought this would be GL but it seems like a very intense friendship-betrayal story, seems like girl actors are able to pull it off and New is going to get caught up between them, sounds interesting but again, not my type of story. Still, points for the shit in the title lol

Perfect10Liners: I literally have 3 couples that I am familiar with because I saw them in other shows, and they all play Thai engineers, and I still have no desire to watch this show? Somehow?! I don't know why but I feel like the writing is not solid at all. Or the premise. I'm not sure what's this show is even about, beside a silly university romcom. I am already craving something more interesting, I'm sorry guys.

Us: I ONLY HAD EMI AND BONNIE FOR ONE MINUTE AND I DON'T WANT TO LET THEM GO! I mean, new discoveries?! This trailer is filmed beautifully, first of all. The acting is already great (also hello, Sing, my beloved!) and the girls have chemistry (I might have a little crush on Emi already). Anyway. I am still waiting for GL that'll be my cup of tea, I hope this will be one.

Hide & Sis: I really enjoy the vibes, the three sisters look badass (and I adore Piploy and Lookjun and Jan), it's very unusual to see Chimon in this role, Gawin continues his police officer streak, but THAT NAME! Who decided on a name for this series and why?xD Probably not going to watch but I give it a stamp of approval.

ThamePo (Heart that skips a beat): Oh! I enjoy idol stories, though I haven't seen many, but I'm always intrigued how shows like this could display the backstage and the complications that come with different positions and spotlight. And thank god GMMTV used their actual boygroup to play idols! And didn't just try to teach actors to dance. I don't know main two actors but they seem to have good chemistry as well?! I'm intrigued.

Break Up Service: I'm all for Off in a very sketchy role (Midnight Motel type of sketchy, only with even higher stakes?xD) but the overall genre is probably not my thing.

Revamp The Undead: I'm sorry but all I know about BounPrem is that these are guys from another agency who desperately wanted to have vampire BL for years or something xD Glad to see the wish being fulfilled! I love how the teaser was filmed, and the plot has a big potential. Don't know the cast but might tune it to check out! Also my guy Kay is here being bad!! (I am collecting my HS gang over all lakorns)

Sweet Tooth Good Dentist: Sorry but I'm going to be mourning Mark Pakin's talent being wasted on series like that x) I don't know the other guy Ohm, sorry, but such romantic comedy where Mark's character is a weirdo and simply falls in love with the client (how was he not fired on the spot) doesn't really intrigue me... But at least it's a step up from his (amazing) side roles.

The Dark Dice: Ooh! I love psychological thrillers and this honestly reminded me of Cube, I just didn't expect Gemini to be the main lead. As someone who watched Gifted, High School and similar shows, this is right up my alley. Very curious to check out and I hope they'll do something deep with it beside a simple mystery.

The Ex Morning: I might be biased but I just knew they would be the last one, what everyone's been waiting for. It's hilarious to think that the plot is based on Krist and Singto's actual lives but I trust P'Aof to write compelling characters and relationships. Also I probably will sigh with relief already because he's one of the very few writers that actually write a complete story with a nice and believable (and not hurried) ending. And I really want KS to come back with a bang, just like TayNew did with Cherry Magic. GMM going exes back to lovers will be very interesting to watch, and Krist Singto grew as actors so much. I'm very excited!

Overall, I'm happy to see GMMTV choosing to try a lot more mystical or dark stories than before, way less school students and also most of these BL stories are about adults! Woah! Finally! The audience is mostly grown up as well, thankfully they realized it. And their announced project about accepting stories and plot from the fans, as well as Interactive Game project by GMM, I wonder how that'll look like.

It's funny how last year I was thinking about making my webcomics and visual novel games with GMM actors and I didn't push through because I had health problems and not enough time, and it's like in 2024 GMM tells me THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT WE WANT. Maybe I should actually make some dating otome novel game or some interesting AU webcomic based on GMM BL pairings, and then show it to all fans and then GMM would notice it xD Who knows? Go kick me so I'd work on one of those projects in my mind.

Anyway, in Part 1 I barely liked any trailers or stories, and I like almost everything in Part 2. I am very very excited.

#gmmtv 2024 #gmmtv #gmmtv series #gmmtv actors #bl series #bl actors #thai bl #thai series #thai drama #gmmtv bl #review #gmmtv part 2

[goat--ish]

Please, I don’t even write but I couldn’t keep this idea out of my head after obsesing over the dp x dc tag the last 2 weeks

These are 3k words of pure indulgence, Take them away from me

The white ring morphed, words turning into gibberish that Barry couldn't understand, yet he wasn't sure they were real words, to begin with. The light emanating from them blinded him for a moment and he wished to know if that meant it was working. The fight had been fast, short, and -over everything- brutal. The only luck he had that day was that he wasn't alone when the problem began, being Bruce the one to get the notification before anyone else. A small disturbance started on a corner of Gotham, because of course it had to happen in this cursed city. It didn't sound important until some of Bruce's kids called in for backup. Bruce was out of the meeting before anyone could offer to give a hand. Still, Barry was the first one to get there, and, boy! Was he confused by what he saw. He wasn't sure what they were. A mass of shapeless green with red eyes, or what he guessed was eyes. They at least looked like it. Barry wasn't so sure. Those things simply refused to keep themselves in a comprehensible form. They weren't good news if the curse that Zatanna let out when she saw them was anything to go by. She didn't have time to explain, she only warned them to not waste time trying to fight them and to help evacuate civilians. Barry learned why relatively fast. At least he wasn't the only one startled by this discovery. Diana and Bruce did the same thing even when... Oh shoot, who was it? Which of the kids said the same as Zatanna? One of them told them that attacking those things did nothing... Well, right at that moment it wasn't so important. So they were assigned to evacuation duties. It felt unfair to leave the creatures to Zatanna, yet it seemed that only her magic did anything to them, and even then, some of the creatures would slide away from her. One or two. Ten or fifteen. She seemed to have it under control. But things are never easy, are they? Ten minutes into the fight, a hole opened on the floor, and hundreds of those things came flocking, painting the sky a toxic green. Zatanna looked at the sky with horrified eyes, and that's when Barry knew they were over their heads. She screamed to get some cover and Barry had to move her away from those things. Right at that time, he heard a curse and Constantine came running to take cover behind the same car as them. Where did he come from? No idea, yet it was clear that Zatanna had called him for backup from almost the start. "Ghosts? Really? A warning would have been great" "Stop whining and help me, I have a plan" "Screw that, I'm not going out there" "Constantine!" "Calm down, I know someone that can help" And that had been it. Zatanna followed Constantine and started drawing on the floor. Unsure of what to do, Barry contacted the others and explained what little he knew. Their comms filled with chat, explanations coming from Zatanna, curses coming from Constantine, orders coming from Bruce, and agreement coming from him. Protect the civilians was easier said than done. Protect the wizards was also easier said than done. It didn't matter that they couldn't attack those creatures (there was no way those were actual ghosts, Barry decided), it didn't deter them from taking anything in their path and throwing it between them. Barry wouldn't admit it in the heat of the battle, but he was terrified of those things the moment one of them manage to get its hands on a person and bend them at a strange angle, making all its friends smile with delight. In a matter of seconds, the priority went from protecting people from falling objects to desperately try to reach people before those things did. Cracking and popping filled the air, making Barry nape's hair stand. Still, most of his concentration was on keeping those things away from the wizards. again, that was easier said than done. Maybe those things didn't like art, maybe they knew what they were trying to do, but they had something against the two magic ones. More than once Barry flew in the air after running in front of those things to distract them and got caught. How? He was still trying to figure that out. Unfortunately, one faithful toss against an incoming lamppost left him with a nasty hit on the head and a nastier fall - knees first- against concrete. Luckily for all, he was the closest to Zatanna when one of those things got a hold of Constantine and threw him to the sky. A dozen followed behind him, like hungry dogs after food. Zatanna showed his way a piece of paper and told him to finish drawing the circle before running after the man. "But I don't know magic!" Barry looked at the unfinished circle on the floor. He didn't have a clue what it was or what it said. "Follow the instructions and you'll be fine!" screamed back the woman not giving a second look to his teammate. So Barry found himself finishing the circle with instructions written on a napkin. Not even a clean one. He looked at the ring made of chalk and symbols, finally complete on the floor. However, he did a double take on the instruction to activate what apparently was a summoning spell. TELL IT A FUN FACT ABOUT SPACE That had to be a joke, it just had to be. A scream reminded him that he didn't have time to be a skeptic. "I-I don't know! Uhm... Wait, Wait, I do know! Something, something, more trees than stars" Barry looked at the chalk hopefully, yet nothing happened. "Come on, come on! Ahm, more trees on earth than starts? Is that what you want to know?" The circle stood unresponsive. An explosion and Barry was desperate. "Please, that's a fact! What else you want?" A scream. "The galaxy! There are more trees on earth than in our galaxy!" The symbols morphed and light emanated from them. A whisper came out of them, soft but clear. "I already knew that" Barry frowned at the words, yet that didn't matter at the moment. The circle had reacted. Thank god. He couldn't believe that the kid's magazine he read a month ago had saved his ass. The victorious smile faded from his face when a quick thought crossed his mind. Did it count if the ring already knew the fun fact? The instructions didn't say anything about that, however, Barry didn't know anything about magic. He didn't even know that you could use fun facts to summon Satan! The summoning took seconds, yet for Barry, it was long enough to wonder just who the hell he was calling and to panic, worrying about the possibility of screwing up and calling the wrong entity. He found himself praying. Black hair. Blue eyes. A white shirt dirty with blood from a cut on the forehead. Barry stared at the lanky teenager in front of him and wondered why he was covered in bruises. The kid looked confused yet his eyes filled with surprise when he looked down and found Barry laying on the floor with chalk on his hands and what remained of the summoning circle on the floor. "Hey dude, you ok?" The kid lowered himself to be at eye level with Barry and asked with concern. The injured kid asked him. "I- " Barry was a little lost. Who was this kid? The teen smiled warmly and offered a hand. "Can you stand up?" His voice was cheerful and his eyes were full of light. Maybe a little too much light. Yet, undeniably human. Barry fucked up the summoning. A kid was standing in the middle of the summoning circle, an injured kid. He brought an innocent child into this mess. He wasn't even sure how he screwed up that bad, but he had managed marvelously. He took the hand offered by the teenager, yet he pulled instead of letting himself be helped by the kid. Barry was terrified. Well, horrified would be a better word for it. Horrified of what could happen to the kid, and horrified of whatever already happened to him. The smile on the kid's face faded when he followed Barry's gaze. There was a growing stain on the side of his shirt. "Shoot. You kinda called when I was in the middle of cleaning up" The annoyed tone made it even worse. "It looks worse than it is" "I need to get you out of here" Barry stuttered, fully knowing that HE couldn't stand up, even less take the kid somewhere safe. The kid frowned, preparing to say something, yet both of them flinched when a metallic crack came from behind. Barry's head snapped around, eyes going wide at the sight of a car flying right toward them. He pulled at the kid's hand again, fully planning on protecting him with his body, however, Barry found himself unable to move the kid. He turned and found green eyes staring at the incoming threat. The teen put a hand on Barry's shoulder, confidence on his face. The shadow of the car was now on top of them and Barry closed his eyes. He heard the loud thud of the car crashing against the floor, yet the pain never came. When he opened his eyes the kid was already standing. He also looked different, white hair, pale skin, and black clothes replaced the ones Barry had seen before. The kid released Barry's shoulder and Barry felt something leave with him, something so small that he almost didn't notice his body becoming visible again after the touch. The sight left him cold. The kid slowly assessed the situation, looking around with surprised eyes, and nodded to himself. "Yeah, this one's easy" However, the teen didn't act right away, instead, he turned around and helped Barry sit down with his back laying on the crushed car behind them. "Cover your ears" "Wait, what-?" "I'll be back for you" The kid smiled at him and walked away, towards the swarm of toxic green causing mayhem on the street. His confidence never abated, following him to the middle of the street. He took another look and let out a sigh at the bus flying on the horizon. He was almost impressed. The kid looked up and screamed. All the windows shattered with the sound. Barry let out a curse while covering his ears with his hands, and even like that the pain was too much. Even when short, the scream resonated throughout the streets, filling the air and the city with echoes of the same sound. It sounded like a word, yet Barry wasn't sure about that, he couldn't understand it, and trying to focus on it made it more painful, so he waited for the sound to go away. Still, Barry couldn't believe his eyes when the green creatures quietly left what they were doing, and flew to the sky, doing circles over the kid. A hand gave away to a claw and the teen ripped the floor apart making another hole. However, no new creature came from this one, instead, the ones in the sky dived right into it, quickly restoring the constant gray of Gotham. When the last one left, the kid closed the hole with a flick of his hand. Barry then saw him fly toward the other hole, a hand on his chin and a raised brow at the sight of it. He seemed to consider something in silence, yet he ended up doing the same for this one and returned to Barry's side. "Hey, can you stand up? Or do you have someone I can call?" He asked cheerfully, hovering over Barry. "Yeah, I-" "Who are you?" Both of them turned toward the voice and for a moment Barry felt silly for forgetting that, yeah, he wasn't alone in this mess. Bruce, with his mask still on, stared at the teen with a severe expression. The teen didn't seem to mind it, he only hovered a little farther away from Barry as a sign of peace for the other man. "You called and didn't even know that? Have you heard of stranger danger?" The kid joked. Bruce clearly didn't appreciate it. "Aw, come one, how am I the one at fault?" Barry reached for the kid's hand at the same time that Bruce took a step. The teen looked down at Barry, curious as to why the man had reacted that way. "Batsy, I know that grim and spooky is your thing, but if you try to scare that kid, you'll lose" Fortunately, Constantine interrupted the group. "Thank you for coming" Barry raised his brows when Constantine bowed to the kid and, in response, the teen groaned. Telling by the smug smirk on Constantine, it was clear that this was something that happened quite often between them. At least Bruce looked as surprised as Barry. "You keep doing that and one day I will not save your ass" "Is that a lie I hear?" "A warning" The kid answered with a smirk of his own, yet the light flickering in his eyes made it difficult to know if he was being serious or not. Constantine faked a cough and looked away from the kid. "Who's this?" Diana stared at the hovering kid with interest, being followed by Bruce's kids and Zatanna. They slowly got closer to the small group, avoiding the debris and fallen cars in the street. They didn't look at him with the same severity as Bruce, yet the kid softly squeezed Barry's hand, the one he had used to reach out to the kid before. Now it was Barry looking up with curiosity. The teen simply ignored the gaze. "Ghost King, Justice league and co.; Justice League and co., Ghost King" Constantine lazily gave presentations. Before anyone could say anything, especially Zatanna who looked at Constantine as if he had grown a second or third head, the kid let out a gasp. "The Justice league?" He asked, dropping Barry's hand. "You're the one that took that clown away?!" It was said as a question, but the way he pointed at Bruce and the accusatory tone made it clear that he didn't need clarification. Barry saw Constantine facepalm, leaving clear that this was also something that happened quite often between them. "Man! I still get people making riots because of you" "Wasn't that years ago?" Nightwing offered (and darn, Barry really had to start asking names again). "Is the afterlife! They got time to be petty" The kid tossed his arms toward the sky... Or maybe that was what he wanted, yet at some point he had rotated in the air, leaving his head and arms toward the floor. It made the topic quite difficult to take seriously. "Excuse me, your Highness, but we still need a hand" Constantine interrupted again, clearly not caring about the tension in the air. The kid glared at him. "You're playing with fire". Still, the teen gave him a smirk. "No one died, I would know. Whatever you need is out of scope and you know it" "Your people destroyed half of the city. Are you saying that you won't answer for their actions?" Bruce almost growled at the kid and Barry felt the temperature drop around them. Actually, seeing the rest of the group react, he wasn't the only one to notice it. The kid turned towards Bruce, holding his stare longer than Barry would have liked. As surprising as it was, Bruce looked away first. Yet the kid kept staring at him. Barry didn't notice it at first, however, one of his kids did. He got closer to Bruce and quietly asked if he was all right, just to get a low grunt as an answer. Was he-? No, no way, was he trembling? "Funny you say that. You haven't answered for your actions" "Danny" Called Constantine, walking closer to the kid. "Danny" He called again, warning in his voice. "As always," Danny started, still holding his gaze over Bruce, just to let go at the last second. "I'll send someone to help with the damage" The cold lifted immediately and didn't pass unnoticed the breath of relief that Bruce took. "Sadly, I can not stay this time" Danny continued, taking again the cheerful tone Barry had heard him use when they met. He hovered over Barry again. "As I told your friend here, I was in the middle of something important so I have to return" And oh yeah, wasn't the kid bleeding out when he appeared? Silly how easy it was to forget something like that. "Nice meeting all of you" Danny said goodbye then looked at Constantine. "Lose my number" In a blink, the kid was gone. Constantine let go a sigh of relief and turned toward Bruce. "I can't believe you tried to start a damn fight with the fucking kid, bloody hell. He has never killed, but the brat is always prepared" "And you," he pointed to Barry. "whatever he told you, tell no one. Is always better to not know with him. I'm out of here" The group remained silent while Constantine walked away. As much as she wanted to follow and drill the man with questions, Zatanna decided to stay and wait for whomever the kid would send. Bruce muttered something about checking on the civilians and walked away too. He looked a little shaken, so none of them said anything, leaving the comfort to his kids. They probably knew how to do that, right? "Let's get you checked while we wait. Do you need a hand?" Diana offered a hand to Barry. He took it, not sure if he could stand, but sure that his friend would help him in case he couldn't. So... When was a good moment to mention that the kid needed medical attention?

#dp x dc #danny phantom #i was going to tag the dc characters too #but all of them are quite small actually #tho Barry can stay #barry allen #i dont know what this is but i wouldnt call it an au #let me word-vomit this into my dash and be free

[etherealspacejelly]

im a gifted student who has been considering whether they also have adhd but i have seen that the symptoms of being adhd and just giftedness are very similar, and there's not a good way to tell them apart. any ideas on what i should do?

giftedness and neurodivergency can look similar, yes. and there can be an overlap between the two. i was in the 'gifted kid' group at school and look at me now, adhd diagnosis secured, autism assessment on the way lmao

i would suggest looking into the symptoms of adhd specifically and comparing them to yourself. i will refer once more to my posts about evidence documents

as long as you have enough symptoms, you probably have adhd and can get referred for an assessment. and if you really cant tell your giftedness apart from the symptoms of adhd, then your giftedness probably Is adhd.

this is not to say that all individuals with adhd and/or autism are/were gifted kids. it is a reasonably common experience but not universal. adhd and autism are, after all, disabilities. the 'savant' stereotype in media is. prevalent and annoying. we are not super humans. we are not better than neurotypicals. we are people, with a diverse range of traits and personalities, strengths and weaknesses, as is true of all people.

can a certain combination of adhd traits give you an edge in full time education? yes. can it also cause you to struggle in many other areas of your life, often including higher education? also yes. is giftedness Always associated with adhd/autism? absolutely not.

i wish you the best of luck on your journey of self discovery! hope this helped.

#inbox #ask #inbox open #autism #adhd #advice

[misirosekisiro]

At the border 1-2

อีกเรื่องที่มีครบทั้ง bodysuit, steal uniform theme. แต่งด้วย AI มันสนุกเหมือนกับเล่นเกมส์ผจญภัยตามใจเลือกจริง ๆ แต่ที่แย่คือทางเลือกส่วนใหญ่มันไม่ห่วยก็หลุดจากเรื่องไปเลย =w= AI นี่มันจำพล็อตได้แค่ไหนก็ไม่รู้ จู่ ๆ ก็หลุดพล็อตจะพาเรื่องเป็นหนัง action เฉย

Chapter 1

The darkness seemed almost tangible within the thick foliage of the forest, shrouding everything in a veil of mystery. As Eaka carefully navigated through the treacherous terrain, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping along his spine. Every step forward brought forth new challenges – obstacles hidden amongst the decaying vegetation, muddy patches that threatened to trip him up, and the constant fear of being discovered by either the Thai border patrol or those loyal to his own homeland. Yet despite the dangers lurking just beyond the edge of visibility, there was something about this place that felt oddly familiar, drawing him deeper into its labyrinthine heart.

As the night wore on, Eaka found himself more than once stumbling onto unexpected trails and narrowly escaping discovery.

Each time, however, his luck held firm, allowing him to continue pressing forward without interruption. With every breathless step he took, the notion of encountering someone else out here in these dark woods grew increasingly unlikely; even if he were caught, how could he possibly explain why he had been running? No matter what happened now, he would remain an unknown figure. A faceless entity whose existence would fade back into obscurity upon crossing borders.

Just then, he heard footsteps approaching—the unmistakable sound of boots crunching over dead leaves.

His pulse quickened, and adrenaline surged through his veins as his heart pounded fiercely against his rib cage. This was it—his final stand against fate itself. Either escape this pursuer and make good his getaway across the border, or succumb to capture and face the consequences head-on.

Inching closer to where he thought the sounds originated, Eaka peered warily through the curtain of mist hanging heavily overhead. There, silhouetted starkly against the murky skyline, stood Komsan.

Just like Eaka, he too wore military fatigues which blended seamlessly into the gloomy atmosphere surrounding them. Both combatants hesitated momentarily before breaking eye contact and focusing intently on the task ahead. Each knew that only one man could walk away from this encounter alive. And yet neither appeared willing to strike first.

They remained locked in a tense standoff, glancing furtively between one another while trying to gauge the intentions behind the other’s gaze. Neither wanted to be seen as weak nor did they wish to provoke further conflict. Their bodies quivered slightly with anticipation, muscles coiled tightly as though ready to spring into action at any moment.

But Eaka, not willing to fight, he have no weapon. he show his both hand to surrender.

Slowly, Komsan lowered his rifle and followed suit. After a long moment of silent appraisal, he finally spoke. “Who are you?” His voice betrayed a hint of curiosity laced with suspicion.

“My name is Eaka,” he replied tentatively, hoping to gain some semblance of trust. “And I don’t want trouble.” The air hung heavy with uncertainty, causing both men to hesitate before proceeding any further.

Komsan leaned forward ever so slightly, studying Eaka's features with great interest.

Something about this stranger piqued his curiosity, and he struggled to discern whether this individual posed a threat or merely sought refuge amidst the chaos unfolding all around them. Intrigued by the possibility of finding kindred spirits among such dire circumstances, Komsan decided to test the waters further.

“Why are you running?” he asked calmly, attempting to maintain composure despite the mounting anxiety coursing through his veins.

Eaka hesitated briefly before answering truthfully. “I am an illegal immigrant seeking sanctuary in your land.”

Eaka confessed honestly, revealing the burden he carried on his shoulders. “I fled my home country because of my involvement in illicit activities, and I cannot return until the situation calms down.”

Eaka explained earnestly, hopeful that Komsan might sympathise with his plight. However, sympathy wasn't exactly what Komsan needed right now. He had a job to do, and arresting Eaka was part of it. But something about this mysterious intruder stirred feelings inside him that defied logic.

Without warning, Komsan began to frisk Eaka thoroughly, meticulously checking every pocket and zipper. Though reluctantly complying, Eaka couldn't shake off the feeling of dread growing stronger with each passing second. When Komsan reached the small leather pouch tied securely around Eaka's waist, he paused, fingers hovering above the worn fabric. Sensing Komsan's hesitation, Eaka offered a reassurance.

"There is nothing dangerous on me, I assure you." Even as these words left his lips, a faint trace of anxiety clouded his otherwise confident demeanor. Glancing towards the bag Komsan still clutched possessively, he mentally prepared himself for whatever may lie waiting inside.

With deliberate movements, Komsan slowly opened the small leather pouch. Within lay the source of his earlier fascination—a peculiar bundle wrapped delicately in cloth. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it contained a strange, glistening substance resembling wet velvet.

Puzzled by its unusual appearance, Komsan hesitated briefly before reaching in to touch it, curiousity getting the better of him. Upon making contact with the unidentified material, he quickly snatched his hand backward, surprised by the intense sensation coursing through his fingertips. What in God's name could this be?

Fascinated by this mystifying object, Komsan gingerly extended his finger again to brush lightly against the strange texture.

To his astonishment, it was warm and inviting—as if awakening after a slumber. A powerful scent wafted through the air, tantalisingly sweet and earthy, filling the space between them with a seductive presence. Entranced by the bewitching nature of this revelation, Komsan's heart raced faster, an undeniable yearning welling up within him. His thoughts drifted towards what could cause such a reaction in him – the very essence of human desire and attraction.

Unbeknownst to him, Eaka watched the changes occurring in Komsan with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

"What is this?" Komsan murmured aloud, his tone reverberating with excitement and disbelief. Unable to contain his eagerness, he turned toward Eaka expectantly, searching for answers.

Eaka tried to muster the courage to answer honestly. "It is called Miracle Herb," he ventured haltingly, swallowing hard.

"Those who consume it experience heightened abilities and strength, becoming capable of feats far beyond their natural limits."

Komsan listened intently, his brow knitted together in concentration. The idea of harnessing superhuman powers appealed greatly to him, especially considering his line of work. The prospect of having an advantage over others in his profession was irresistibly tempting.

"How does it work?" he questioned eagerly, unable to suppress his enthusiasm.

Eaka hesitated, unsure of how much information to divulge. "Well, when consumed, the herb transforms the body chemistry, altering the way our cells function. It essentially allows us to tap into latent capabilities stored within ourselves."

Komsan nodded, absorbing the explanation with keen interest. The possibilities of utilizing this power for personal benefit and professional advancement filled him with excitement.

Seeking to learn more about this phenomenal substance, Komsan asked cautiously, "Where did you obtain this... 'miracle herb'?"

Eaka shifted uneasily, knowing full well the ramifications of sharing such sensitive information. He chose his words carefully, opting for partial honesty rather than complete transparency. "I acquired it from an old friend," he lied, hoping to satisfy Komsan's curiosity without compromising his own safety.

Komsan studied Eaka's expression closely, intuitively understanding that more lay hidden beneath the surface.

"I will keep this 'miracle herb' with me as evidence." Komsan said.

"You need follow me to my base, We will decide later what to do with you.

As he placed the "miracle herb" safely away in his pack, Eaka's sense of relief gradually dissipated, replaced by renewed apprehension. Realizing that revealing his true reason for escaping from his homeland could jeopardize everything, he determined that a new strategy was necessary. To regain control of the situation, Eaka must use his resourcefulness and adaptability to ensure their survival and success in traversing the perilous terrain.

As night fell upon them, a torrential rain began pouring down on the forest, drenching their clothes and creating slippery conditions beneath their feet. With little choice but to press onwards, Eaka and Komsan were forced to navigate the treacherous path together.

Despite being caught off guard by Eaka's presence, Komsan acknowledged the need for caution and understanding. Having come this far, both men recognized the importance of working together to avoid falling victim to the many threats lurking in the darkness around them.

Chapter 2

"The sooner we reach safety, the better."

Said Komsan, his voice filled with determination. Together, they trudged through the muddy trail, struggling to make headway against the unforgiving forces of nature. Despite the obstacles, Eaka maintained an optimistic outlook - if they managed to overcome the challenges presented thus far, there was a good chance they would succeed in their endeavors.

A sudden thunderclap resonated throughout the forest, casting eerie shadows across the ground below.

The intensity of the storm seemed almost supernatural, amplifying the urgency with which Eaka and Komsan searched for shelter. Their voices echoed loudly, melding with the roars of the tempest overhead.

Beneath the cover of dense tree branches, they stumbled upon a makeshift hut, offering temporary respite from the vicious downpour. Dripping wet, they collapsed onto the floor, exhausted yet grateful for the reprieve provided by Mother Nature herself.

As fatigue seeped into their limbs, time appeared to move slower, allowing a momentary peace to settle over them. Yet even though they rested, neither allowed themselves to succumb fully to sleep; vigilant and aware of their surroundings, ever conscious of the imminent danger lurking just outside the hut.

Sitting cross-legged beside Eaka, Komsan observed the man's calm demeanor despite the tumultuous events of recent hours.

There was something profoundly captivating about him, not only because of his striking features and alluring aura, but also due to the mysterious circumstances surrounding his past. As the fire crackled merrily behind them, illuminating their faces, Komsan couldn't help but feel drawn to Eaka's intriguing persona.

He took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind of nagging questions about the truth behind the so-called "miracle herb." Instead, he focused on exploring the depths of trust and mutual respect forming between them.

Then Komsan break the silent. , he want to explore more about his "temporary friend"

.And asked : "So why are you running from your country?" He knew it might seem like an invasive question, but he wanted to understand Eaka's motivations, reasoning that shared knowledge often led to stronger bonds. In response, Eaka sighed deeply before beginning his tale. "In my home land, I am sought after for reasons I cannot discuss openly here," he admitted quietly, his gaze fixated on the flickering flames dancing within the hearth.

Though reluctant to disclose any further specifics, Eaka felt compelled to confide in Komsan about certain aspects of his life back home, feeling strangely comfortable doing so. "Running was never part of my plan initially; however, situations became unavoidably dire, leading me to embark on this journey."

His candor piqued Komsan's curiosity further, prompting him to probe deeper into Eaka's history.

Seemingly satisfied with Eaka's initial disclosure, Komsan decided to reciprocate. "Why don't you tell me what brought you to join this line of work?", he gently suggested, gesturing towards the roomy living space of the wooden hut. Shifting awkwardly, Eaka glanced around nervously, wondering whether revealing too much would be detrimental to their newly formed alliance. After taking a long pause, he finally spoke up, his tone laced with trepidation.

"My involvement with this job comes from necessity, not passion." He explained softly, averting his gaze from Komsan's intense scrutiny. "When faced with insurmountable debts, I had no option but to resort to desperate measures. It's been quite some time since then, but the consequences have followed me persistently."

Feeling empathetic toward Eaka's predicament, Komsan offered reassurance, hoping to alleviate the younger man's burden somewhat.

"It may sound cliché, but things always get better eventually – you just have to weather the storm first." Glancing up from the warmth of the fire, Eaka smiled gratefully at Komsan, appreciative of his supportive attitude. "Your kindness does not go unnoticed, my friend." Komsan returned Eaka's smile, pleased to see that the younger man's spirits had begun to lift slightly.

As the two continued talking, their conversation turned increasingly intimate, fueled by the comfort they derived from sharing secrets with one another.

The topic shifted naturally towards their respective experiences in love and relationships, with Eaka divulging stories of forbidden encounters involving military personnel and secret rendezvous held in the dead of night. These tales ignited a spark of excitement within Komsan, stirring memories of his own clandestine affairs.

Within the dim light cast by the burning logs, their bodies brushed against each other subtly, sending waves of arousal coursing through their veins. Unconsciously, Eaka reached for Komsan's hand, intertwining their fingers tightly, inviting the older man to share his own adventures. And so, Komsan recounted tales of seducing fellow officers and engaging in risky trysts with women from rival factions, reveling in the thrill of transgression.

The air grew heavy with anticipation as the two men delved deeper into their shared fascination with taboo acts and erotic escapades.

Knowing full well how dangerous their situation remained, Eaka could hardly believe the extent to which his feelings for Komsan escalated. This magnetic attraction towards the older man proved irresistible, consuming every thought and action.

At last, unable to contain himself any longer, Eaka boldly proposed an idea, his heart pounding rapidly. "What if...what if we tried experiencing these fantasies together?" He hesitated briefly, fearful of appearing forward or presumptuous. But when Komsan met his gaze with undeniable interest, Eaka gathered courage, pushing forth with conviction.

"We both harbor such appetites hidden beneath our facade…why should we continue suppressing them?"

His words rang true to Komsan, whose heart began racing violently, mirroring Eaka's own agitation. The prospect of giving into their impulses excited him beyond measure, promising a level of freedom rarely encountered.

Emboldened by the other's willingness, Eaka moved closer to Komsan, leaning in eagerly as his lips brushed against the older man's ear.

"Let us explore our darkest desires together," whispered Eaka suggestively, causing shivers to course through Komsan's spine. With trembling hands, they began stripping off their clothes, shedding layers of self-restraint along with their garments.

Dressed in each other's uniforms, they stood facing one another, exchanging knowing looks that betrayed their intentions. The transformation was complete—they were no longer merely individuals but rather alter egos representing their most daring selves.

Stepping into character, Eaka assumed the role of a soldier on patrol, marching confidently towards Komsan, who played the part of a captured enemy combatant. As they locked eyes, tension surged between them, palpable in the charged atmosphere.

Desire consumed them both, driving them to act out their roles with fervor.

Eaka grabbed Komsan roughly, pinning him against the wall, demanding information from his prisoner. His voice lowered to a husky growl, evoking images of power struggles and dominance.

Komsan responded by feigning resistance, attempting to escape from Eaka's grasp. However, his efforts were futile, as Eaka's strength proved superior. Unable to resist any longer, Komsan surrendered, submitting willingly to Eaka's advances.

As they engaged in a fierce battle of wits and physicality, their uniforms served as symbols of authority and control. Each touch, each kiss, carried weight, intensified by the sense of being someone else entirely.

Clothes quickly fell away, replaced by raw desire and need.

Their mouths crashed together hungrily, tongues tangling in a dance of domination and submission. Teeth nipped playfully at tender flesh, leaving marks that would serve as reminders of their encounter later.

Eaka's hands roamed across Komsan's chiseled frame, mapping out territory already claimed and new territories ripe for conquest. Meanwhile, Komsan retaliated by trailing his fingers down Eaka's muscular torso, tracing patterns that elicited moans of pleasure from the younger man.

Bodies pressed firmly against one another, creating friction that heightened sensitivity exponentially. Breaths came in ragged gasps, punctuated by the occasional groan of satisfaction. Their movements mimicked those of skilled warriors, strategically positioning themselves for maximum impact.

Every movement seemed calculated, driven by their primal instincts to conquer and submit. The room echoed with sounds of desire and lust, punctuated by the rustle of fabric as they tossed aside their uniforms, baring themselves fully to one another.

Undeterred by the storm outside, the lovers pushed onwards, venturing ever deeper into their shared fantasy world. As the thunder rolled overhead, casting eerie shadows throughout the cabin, they abandoned all pretense of civility, allowing their baser urges to guide them.

Desperately craving release, they lost themselves in the moment, becoming completely absorbed in their roles.

Eaka took command, instructing Komsan to strip naked and assume a submissive stance. Complying without protest, Komsan obeyed dutifully, displaying his vulnerability to Eaka. As Eaka approached, his breath quickening, he couldn't help but admire the sight of Komsan kneeling before him, head bowed humbly.

Reaching out, Eaka cuffed Komsan's face, forcing him onto his back. Then, with deliberate precision, he proceeded to tease and taunt his captive, running his tongue along Komsan's neck and chest, leaving trails of wet heat behind.

Komsan quivered beneath the touch, his skin flushing hotter with each stroke. Pulling back, Eaka took stock of his prize once again, admiring the way Komsan's erection strained against his restrained confines. A small smirk crept upon Eaka's features, basking in the knowledge that he controlled the fate of this powerful man.

Drawing close once more, Eaka's fingers wrapped around Komsan's rigid member, expertly stroking it with practiced ease.

Watching the older man squirm in response, Eaka grinned triumphantly, relishing in the feeling of holding sway over someone far more experienced in matters of pleasure. His lips curved into a sinister smirk, hinting at the potential for further manipulation.

Meanwhile, Komsan observed Eaka's mastery over him with equal parts curiosity and surprise. He hadn't expected the younger man to possess such skill in bedroom gamesmanship, let alone showcase dominance in this capacity.

Yet here they were now, exploring each other like newly discovered territories, boundless frontiers begging to be charted.

Intrigued yet enthralled, Komsan submitted wholly to Eaka's lead, trusting implicitly in the young man's ability to guide them through this unknown landscape.

Sensing a change in Komsan's demeanor, Eaka seized the opportunity to deepen their connection, pressing a tender kiss upon Komsan's forehead before murmuring softly, "It is I who hold your fate, my dear captain."

Komsan replied with a quiet gasp, startled by the depth of emotion conveyed through those simple words. Tears welled up in his eyes, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the bond formed between them; a bond stronger than mere friendship or lust, something much more profound and mystical.

The more the two roleplayed together, the more Eaka's desire to become Komsan grew until it almost went through the roof. He must took Komsan's life. Eaka think.

#identity theft #steal clothes #stolen identity #clothes stolen #gay #steal uniform #uniform stolen #uniform #identity swap #male body suit #male bodysuit

[tobiasdrake]

Final farewells. T_T So long to everyone. Until we meet again one day.

And by one day, I mean "On sale now!"

Of course she is. She's the obligatory love interest for a romance arc that didn't even manage to dip its toe in the water before the end credits rolled. She's going to need several more games of development before anything gets started for her.

Poor girl didn't even manage to get a climactic last-minute kiss, either right before Yuma went off into the final confrontation or just before the end-credits rolled. The game was having too much fun shipping Yuma with Fubuki (gross) and Shinigami (SO GROSS) instead. Kodaka owes her at least one date to a coffee shop or something.

Go get him, girl. Maybe next time, you'll be allowed to have a relationship with him that is actually romantic in some way.

That must have been such an awkward conversation. Can you imagine having to talk to your crush's clone to try and get permission to go look for his human counterpart?

I remind everyone that Kurumi was able to navigate a Peacekeeper-infested Dohya District when even Yuma needed timey-wimey powers to pull that off. I have the utmost faith in her abilities.

...all due respect to everyone here but I cannot in good conscience vote for any of them. Halara's too capitalist, Fubuki lacks worldly experience, Vivia's unmotivated, and Desuhiko has a lot of personal growth he needs to do before he'll be ready for any kind of authority.

I hope there are more well-adjusted Master Detectives in the organization who will do a better job of it. But if you twisted my arm... Fubuki, with Desuhiko as running mate.

Halara is far too valuable in the field and would most certainly convert the WDO into a for-profit corporation immediately after assuming control, so that's a hard pass. Vivia, absolutely not. Why would you do that to the poor guy? He just wants to rest.

Fubuki lacks a lot of wordly knowledge but she has a boundless curiosity and love for the act of discovery itself. I have faith in her judgment. I do not have faith in her ability to fully understand context, which is why Desuhiko would make a good partner for her.

Desuhiko's head is too far up his own ass to make sound judgment decisions with authority. He has a lot that he needs to figure out about himself and the way he engages with the world. But he's attentive and follows along with information well.

The two of them could make for an effective tag-team, with Desuhiko laying out the context and Fubuki calling the shots. That could work.

But if there's someone, anyone better, that would be... better.

T_T This is the true reason that Yuma went into hiding.

See you around, Halara. It was awesome knowing you. I have the utmost faith that you're going to excel, no matter where you go or what you do.

Oh, of course! In fact, I have these three friends who I'm sure are just dying to meet you. I can take you to them right now, if you'd like!

I kid. We know now that he's only doing this to try and look cool. Nonetheless, as uncomfortable as I was interacting with him as a boy, I am twice as uncomfortable interacting with him as a girl. But, c'est la vie. This is what every day is like for women.

So long, Desuhiko. I wish you the best of luck in figuring yourself out and finding your way to a place where you can be satisfied with the man you've become. Or woman or person, if you wind up down one of those roads. Whatever the case, may you one day find yourself in a place where you can be happy.

Spinoff game starring Fubuki and Kurumi. I want it now. They can call it Ultra Truth Girls or some shit. I don't care what.

Farewell, bestie. I trust that wherever your adventures take you next, you'll have the awesomeness to weather it. And get the hell away from your shitty family, while you're at it! If you wind up becoming President of the WDO, that's my fault, I'm sorry for that.

Yeah, I'm mad at Desuhiko too. I told him that was his job. Though he might not have skedaddled so quickly if I hadn't threatened to get him eaten by ferals. So I guess that's on me. Sorry, Vivia.

In any case. Vivia? I hope you get to take a nap. A long, long nap. The longest nap of your career. And when you wake up from that, you get to take another nap. You deserve all the rest in the world.

So. That. Means. We have dibs on the submarine, right? Let's take this sucker out of port and get to globetrotting!

Y'know, a sub wouldn't be a bad place for a homunculus to live, in fact. No fear of sunlight in here. None whatsoever. Plus, Yakou's still feral for the time being so it's not like he needs it.

No? Going to leave it here to rot forever? Okay. Fine. What's even the fucking point of having the office in a sub if nobody ever uses its vehicular capabilities for anything. Angry fish noises!

Sure. I guess we can take the train, if we want to be boring about it. Watch out for murderers, Kurumi.

Yuma left Kurumi a note telling her that he left and offering little information as to where. Aww, that was sweet of him.

HE ALSO LEFT HER THE BOOK OF DEATH

OKAY

Kodaka, you realize that this is a promise for Kurumi to be the protagonist of the next game, right? You're clear on that?

I want to be sure because you might think that this means "Kurumi is going to find Yuma at the start of the next game and hand him back the book, so he can connect with Shinigami again."

But that is not what this promise means. This promise means, "Our next adventure will star Kurumi as she makes a pact with Shinigami and they go on adventures while trying to find Yuma together."

I'm gonna be mad if Kurumi isn't the protag for Master Detective Archives 2.

Again. This is promising a Kurumi-centric adventure. Just so we're clear. I expect you to deliver on that.

Post-credits scene showing what Yuma's up to?

The closeup here implies she's going to be important for the next game. Fuck, we're not getting a Kurumi-centric adventure, are we? She's going to show up in the prologue and be like, "Here you go, Yuma. I brought your book!" and then resume the same role she had in the first game.

Fine, but at the very least, I demand a badass scene where she exposes herself unfiltered to the sun and lets herself turn temporarily feral on purpose to fuck up the bad guy.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

[stagred]

　　ALASTOR'S SCRAPBOOK, a collection of clippings and recordings. To be added to in the future.

　　The following items can be found in a heavy, leather - bound crate at the foot of Alastor's bed in the Hazbin Hotel. It it sealed with several padlocks and chains.

　　1921. A newspaper clipping. " Breakout talent in the local radio industry! Shreveport's local radio station, KFXZ, debuted a new voice yesterday morning with Alastor Bouchard, 18. Listeners were excited for a new voice, even with the grim nature of the broadcast, as young Bouchard reported on the discovery of Frances Brooklyn, a young girl who had been thought missing for some time and had been found brutally murdered after she washed up on the Sabine River. Bouchard went on to report on the day's weather predictions and read a few write - ins from long time listeners. KFXZ technicians have already reported quite a few letters and calls requesting more of the young star. Here's hoping! We wish you the best of luck out there, Alastor! "

　　1924. A newspaper clipping. " Alastor's Morning Report and friends at KFXZ have made local history for the third year in a row! St. Mary of the Pines teamed up with the radio station to host a massive potluck, including the introduction of Bouchard's ' Hunter Stew, ' which earned rave reviews. 　　' It's hardly difficult, ' Bouchard explained on yesterday's show. ' In fact, there's hardly a recipe! I started with a slightly watered down version of my grandmother's gumbo recipe, and all of our guests were invited to add something new to the pot! ' According to Bouchard, Hunter Stew is a long standing tradition around the world, sometimes called ' perpetual stew. ' The soup is served, but the pot is never emptied, and all of those eating continue to contribute new ingredients. 　　With any luck, Bouchard's stew will last St. Mary of the Pines for weeks or even months to come. You can stop by after mass to take a bowl home to your family, even if you aren't a churchgoer. ' All we ask is that you contribute something to the pot, even just a handful of salt or pepper, ' said Bouchard, before excusing himself to add more pork loin to the pot. "

　　1928. A recording saved on a thick record, slightly distorted. " Good morning, Shreveport. This is your host, Alastor Bouchard, and I'm afraid I have grave news to start us off today. Local police, hours ago, pulled a fourth and final body from a manmade grave in the woods near the western side of town. The only shared features between these four bodies are as follows : the bodies were stripped entirely nude, and had undergone serious physical pain and strife before their death. At the moment, none of these bodies have been identified, but we do know that three of them are female, and one is male. We at KFXZ will keep you updated as the story progresses. The weather today… " The recording is unintelligible from here.

　　1928. A recording that appears to be from a few days after the previous recording, saved on a thick record. " I'm sorry to interrupt, dear listeners, but I have just been handed a report from local police regarding the four bodies found in the woods on Tuesday. As of now, police have identified the bodies of Rose Olivier, 19, and Henry LeBoeuf, 27. Rose had been missing for three weeks prior to her discovery, after she failed to return home from a study session after school with friends. Henry was last seen about a month and a half ago, though his disappearance was not reported until two weeks ago, as he was known to have a transitory history. Police are urging any families in the area with missing loved ones to please come by the station to potentially identify the other two victims. 　　The remaining victims are described as such : the first, female, aged 15 to 25, appears to have been wearing red lipstick and dark makeup, blonde shoulder length hair, white, with freckles on her shoulders and nose. The second, female, aged 30 to 40, with painted blue nails, black hair, of tanned complexion, missing one of her back molars. Again, those descriptions are as follows : the first, female -- " The recording cuts off abruptly there.

　　Date unknown. Found in the home of Alastor Bouchard, marked as evidence by Shreveport police. Recorded on home - installed radio equipment. The quality of this record is questionable and the sounds are difficult to decipher. It appears to capture a male voice singing ' Love Me or Leave Me ' by Ruth Etting. Something is shuffling rather aggressively in the background of this music. About halfway through the song, a distant voice seems to shout something, but it is not possible to distinguish what. The male voice stops singing, and a ruckus occurs. The male voice is heard yelling and swearing several times, while the other distant voice appears to sob. It goes quiet, and then footsteps approach, before the record is suddenly ended. 　　The record resumes, seemingly after a period of time has passed. There is no dialogue, discernible or otherwise, but rather a cacophony of electrical whirring. Every so often, this sound will pause and a male sounding voice will make noises of effort and discomfort, before the sound resumes. This continues until the record can no longer capture audio.

　　1930. Property of KFXZ, marked as evidence by Shreveport police. This recording contains a thirty minute segment between radio host Alastor Bouchard and seven different people : Maria LaBoeuf, Maxwell Olivier, James Michael Landry, Daniel Brooklyn, Amelia Chamberlain, Travis Dubois, and Sean Chambers. All seven intervewees are family or close friends of identified victims of what Bouchard calls ' the Shreveport Slaughter. ' He questions them about losing their loved ones, how it felt, and what they might say to the person or persons who have done this. He also asks if they believe police are doing an adequate job in the hunt for the killer, to which all seven agree is incorrect. Police would attempt to pull this segment from airing, but would be unsuccessful. Bouchard signs off the morbid segment with, " We at KFXZ stand proudly in solidarity with these grieving families, and I personally would like to request a greater effort from local police to find this monster stalking our streets. Good night. "

　　Date unknown, paper is partially torn. The part that is still readable is as such : " -- Bouchard potluck dinner that was so popular has been cancelled this year due to police concerns regarding public safety. The Shreveport Slaughter continues to haunt the dreams of our citizens, though Bouchard protested this decision, claiming the community needed to come together in this time of fear. In lieu of the potluck, Bouchard and other KFXZ staff have announced that they will be going door to door to pass out packed meals from the Bouchard family kitchen -- "

　　1933. A recording from KFXZ reporter Everette Pellé, which airs when ' Alastor's Morning Report ' would normally air. " Good morning, Shreveport. I apologize for the absence of Mister Bouchard, but I have frightening news to report in his absence. Last night, Alastor did not return home from his evening trip to Mari's Diner. Employees claim that, despite his attendance every night, he was absent and never arrived. Neighbors were questioned, but also could not recall seeing or hearing Alastor return to his townhome. Police attempted to speak to Mister Bouchard this morning, but nobody was home. The woods are currently being searched, for fear that Alastor's recent reports on the local crime wave may have made him a target, and citizens are encouraged to come and volunteer to find our beloved host. This morning's broadcast will be replaced with some of Alastor's favorite tracks, and we will update you with any new information that arises. Thank you, and God bless. "

　　1933. Four days after the initial KFXZ report on Alastor's status as a missing person. An entire sheet of newspaper, complete with detailed drawings : the Bouchard home kitchen, and a portrait of Alastor. The headline reads, HOUSE OF HORRORS! WOMAN'S HEAD, BODY PARTS FOUND IN BOUCHARD ICEBOX; BODY COUNT STILL CLIMBING. The article is as follows. 　　" The body of Alastor Germain Bouchard, 30, was discovered last night around 11 p.m. Bouchard, a Shreveport local celebrity, had been missing for five days, and police feared that his recent aggressive reporting on the serial murder dubbed The Shreveport Slaughter had drawn the killer's attention. After extensive searching by police and local volunteers, Bouchard was found dead, face down in a bog in the same woods where several other victims of the Slaughter had been discovered. He had been shot once through the back of the head after local hunter, Lionel Davison, mistook him for an animal. Davison made the horrific discovery that Bouchard was in the process of burying a body. 　　Davison claims that he waited so long to tell his account out of fear that he would be considered a suspect. Though police did initially take him in for questioning, he has since been released due to further discovery within the Bouchard home. The home was locked tight, and seemed normal when viewed from the windows outside, but upon entry, police found a horrific sight. 　　The house smelled of cooking meat, likely due to the pot of stew on the stove that had nearly evaporated in Bouchard's leave. It appeared to contain human fingers, three differently colored eyeballs, and a human tongue. Within the icebox, police found the head of an as yet unidentified woman, as well as several plates of what appeared to be human organs, an entire adult male arm wrapped in butcher's paper, and slabs of meat with human skin still attached to them. Bouchard's kitchen tools were covered in blood, and he appeared to have been preparing for another door - to - door meal delivery. 　　The backyard had been entirely dug up, and police have discovered twenty - seven human bodies in various states of decay and dismemberment. Many of the bodies still intact are missing limbs and large cuts of meat. Neighbors were informed of the implications of these discoveries and advised to throw out any food they may still have from the Bouchard home. Police report that many of these neighbors became physically ill, and one even fell faint. 　　Alastor Bouchard has been officially named as the sole killer behind the mass killing spree known as the Shreveport Slaughter. It is believed he used his influence at KFXZ to lure in his victims, before he would torture them for several days, slaughter them, and use their bodies to prepare food which he proceeded to serve to members of our community. 　　IF YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW IS IN POSSESSION OF FOOD PREPARED BY BOUCHARD, DELIVER IT TO YOUR NEAREST POLICE STATION AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. "

#📻 alastor; headcanon. #made this unrebloggable bc it's so not finished #and i'll probably put this into a fic when it's done proper #but for now #enjoy!