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boba-beom · 2 months

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₊ ⊹꩜ backrow theatre | CHOI BEOMGYU, KANG TAEHYUN

⟢ sub!beomgyu x switch fem!reader x dom!taehyun

⟢ drabble; smut, little fluff

⟢ going on a date with beomgyu in an empty cinema was a plan from the beginning. what you didn't know was that you were being monitored the whole time, and turns out it wasn't just you and beomgyu wanting to have some fun.

⟢ wc: 1.1k (drabbles never drabble)

⟢ a/n: beomgyu and taehyun. the back row of an empty movie theater. smut. @junniieesbby's req for my event! MDNI. I decided I'll slowly release these drabble reqs from my event during the week days too, I feel like it'd be a lot to post during the weekend :') I received more reqs than I thought! but I am extremely thankful nonetheless! feedback would be appreciated as always ᡣ𐭩

warnings under cut

⟢ petnames;(baby, pretty girl, good boy, etc), sir kink, threesome duh, oral (m. receiving), degradation;(slut), deep throating, exhibitionism, dirty talk, somewhat voyeurism, there's some mxm moments (if you don't like that don't send hate, just don't read), unprotected sex, hair pulling, soft choking, pervy taehyun, spit kink and cum eating. lmk if I missed anything!

giving beomgyu head in the back row of an empty cinema was not part of the agenda your a first date, but you weren't mad about it. and neither was the man moaning like nobody's business. you two were the only ones in the cinema room after all.

"ugh, shit, baby. your mouth feels so good." beomgyu sighs, placing both of his hands on either side of your temples, resisting how fast you're sliding his dick down your throat.

the dim lights only made the view of you on your knees even hotter for your date. your fingers fondle his balls while you try and take him in deeper every now and then, and he loved it indicated by his throaty moan.

in the cinema, each room is under surveillance by a member of staff; monitoring any forbidden activities such as filming the screen or in this instance, someone receiving head at the back row of an empty cinema.

the movie wasn't much of an appeal to most but it was also the first day of the viewing—at the latest time too. the member of staff huffs, adjusting his half-hard dick in under his slacks while watching the way your head bobs up and down between the legs of a man slumping in his seat. but he better do his job.

you kneel back on your legs, fisting beomgyu's cock with both hands painfully slow, twisting your fists as he leans forward to kiss you, moaning into your mouth.

light shines on the both of you, along with a stern voice interrupting.

"excuse me, what do you think you're doing? I'm going to have to kick you guys out-"

"please don't kick us out," you squint to read his name tag, "taehyun."

blinded by his torch shining on the lewd scene of your slick hands over beomgyu's pulsing dick, you manage to see the corner of his lips curve upward.

"why shouldn't I? this is unacceptable and it's public indecency." he retorts, but his growing erection feels otherwise.

"if I let you fuck me will you let us finish and not tell anyone, sir?" you look up at him with your doe eyes, almost whining from the title rolling off of your tongue.

your boldness was good enough to keep you going, beomgyu's cock back in the warmth of your mouth and taehyun's pounding you from behind, also kneeling. the grip of two pairs of hands on your body—your head and your hips—essentially had your mind reeling, another thing added that wasn't on your agenda.

taehyun's thrusts didn't falter, fucking you hard enough until your legs are shaking, him having to hold you up.

"fucking cum, slut." taehyun grunts between clenched teeth.

your moans over beomgyu's cock doesn't help him from hold back his noises, whining your name as he feels his length throbbing against your tongue. that is, until taehyun pushes your head down, taking more of beomgyu until his tip was lodged down your throat and gargling, then pulling at your hair, stopping just when beomgyu's tip remains in your mouth.

the male above you starts grabbing on the arms of the seat, throwing his head back and mouth agape while you're moaning around his tip until he unloads his thick cum in your mouth.

"don't swallow yet, pretty girl." taehyun pants behind you, snapping his hips as he pistons into your throbbing cunt. "c'mere."

you shuffle on your knees, knowing they're bruised but the pain is nonexistent in a situation like this. taehyun sits beside beomgyu and fists his shaft, waiting for you to position yourself between his legs.

you open your mouth slowly, careful not to spill beomgyu's cum from the corners of your lips. after a couple more strokes, taehyun hunches forward, letting out his strangled groans after each pump of his white ribbons spurting out his tip and into your full mouth.

"good girl." he sighs, chest heaving while he caresses your cheek once you close your mouth. but you don't swallow. letting the bitter cum of both men mix over and under your tongue.

taehyun turns to beomgyu, a thought brewing in his head and hoping you'd be quick to catch on. he grabs your date's jaw, delicately squeezing his cheeks.

"open." is all he says, and beomgyu was quick to oblige, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out flat against his bottom lip.

taehyun looks at you, smirking and nodding his head in beomgyu's direction, a subtle smile playing on your lips. you genuinely wouldn't have taken him to be such a freak but he's so hot, and the lust in his eyes while he waits for you to move was enough to realise he was just as freaky.

getting up on your feet, your knees almost buckle as you move to hover over beomgyu, crawling over his lap as your slicked cunt makes contact with his half-hard dick. you look at him below you, whiny and bringing his hands over a loose hold around taehyun's wrist.

leaning over beomgyu's face, you part your lips, slowly letting the mixed substances fall out your mouth and into the male's beneath you. when you felt nothing left in your mouth you press your lips against beomgyu's roughly kissing him and still tasting the cum on against your tongues.

another higher pitched whine rumbles in his chest when he felt the liquids sliding down his tongue and to the back of his throat.

"that's my good boy. now swallow, baby." you coo in his ear and you feel beomgyu's cock jump beneath you, taehyun, too, found that extremely hot.

you didn't take beomgyu to be someone who would eat his own cum, let alone a stranger's, but you'd by lying to yourself if you said that it didn't turn you on.

when beomgyu swallowed the last drop of cum he opened his mouth to show you, tongue sticking out again and taehyun's hand slides down to beomgyu's throat, applying light pressure as he raises off of the seat and spits into the other male's mouth, then nods. beomgyu swallows that too, no hesitancy in sight.

"god, you take anything we give you, don't you?" taehyun chuckles, thumb rubbing beomgyu's bobbing adam's apple.

the movie was coming to an end, the credits just about to appear and the lights gradually brightens up the room while the three of you sort out your clothes and wiping down the collective mess on the seats.

you grab your jacket from your seat, looking around to find taehyun making his way to the exit of the theatre room.

"taehyun!" you call after him, also making your way down the steps to catch up to him.

he turns around, brows cocking up and his hands in his pockets.

"I was wondering," you start sweetly, "could I get your number and we can fuck again?"

he chuckles at your straightforwardness, taking his phone out for you to put your number in his contacts.

"pretty thing, I'd love to. just, not in the theatre again. you're lucky it was just me who saw." he responds firmly, but he has that stupid smirk crawling on his lips again. "and beomgyu?"

you give him a sweet smile.

"you two are hot so.." you trail, "this arrangement good?"

taehyun looks up to where beomgyu was, walking up behind you with his flushed cheeks.

"yeah, this could work." he nods, retrieving his phone from you. "see you around miss."

"see you around, sir."

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chiefbeifongcanrailme · 2 months

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DVD COMMENTARY (It's Time to Make Time)

“Chief there’s a massive hickey the size of Ba Sing Se on your neck and it’s really hard for all of us to imagine you having a sex life all of a sudden. Just the sight of it paints a very vivid picture of the kind of sex you’re having and the kind of person you’re having it with. Spirits, Chief! It’s purple in color- how are you not in pain? What was he trying to do to you? And no, we know you didn’t sleep well or sleep much last night- because you were having some really wild sex and that mark was not there yesterday and today it’s the first thing anyone can see when they look at you! No but really- what was he- trying to eat and swallow you? Please ask me to stop talking, Lin?” Mako pants.

Lin gawked at him, thoroughly shocked at his guts to it to her face and even more so that everyone now knew that she was probably involved with someone.

“Ha-has everyone noticed?” She managed to get out meekly.

“Yes Chief. Everyone. People are placing bets on who they think you’re sleeping with.” Mako exhales sharply and finally looks her in the eye.

Have fun!

Ah, It's Time to Make Time, my dearest.

This fic was written to be just a one-shot, and second chapter that followed were also supposed to be one-shot that happened to occur in this universe. The third chapter was just because this fic deserved to be wrapped into that perfect little bow with a cherry on top.

So, coming to the very first chapter where this excerpt is from: I believe I wrote this very early on in my fandom writing carrier- I had all these "need to hide our relationship from Tenzin" ideas for Linumi and I was playing around them.

One such idea, that I borrowed from real life events is- Lin getting caught with a hickey. Canonically, I think Lin would be totally intolerant if a lover left a mark on her- unless, they're in a serious relationship and it was an accident and neither party intended on it/realized it. With Bumi and his nomadic wildness, I can imagine him having a hard time taming himself- especially if he's as in love with and attracted to someone like Lin.

In the backdrop of the plot, Lin is seemingly extremely busy. She's been spreading herself pretty thin and being as sedulous as her, she won't half-ass anything- her job or her "casual" relationship.

I wanted to depict a couple of things here:

From personal experience, I know that being the kind of busy where you don't even have the time to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror doesn't bode well. Sooner or later, there'll be an eruption. Lin does come across as someone who'd be that kinda busy. There comes a time in everyone's career when they're asked to "take it slow" because of their age and such- and I wanted to show that, irrespective of age, if someone's still kicking, they don't have to slow down for that. They could easily slow down to live their lives on their terms- because they've earned it. I've seen a lot of headcanons that Lin retires because of her injuries, or her age- etc, and knowing Lin, I don't think she'd let things like that hold her back. If she does decide to slow down, it's going to HAVE TO be because she wants to and not because she has to. Establishing both these points were a good two birds with one stone.

Being a woman with power at the workplace. It's really sad when a woman at a higher position is reduced to vapid gossip for having something as basic as a personal life. It's only because people fear Lin that they won't treat her the way that one criminal (Raj) did. Lucky for Lin, her subordinates both respect and love her and so she isn't quite subjected to that- which is something very positive about this phenomenon that I got to portray.

Mako and Lin's friendship. I can draw so many parallels between the two: from being the ever-sacrificing, traumatized older sibling to drowning yourself in work to avoid your personal life. I think Lin sorta sees him as her mini me- and she's both proud of and scared for him. It's one thing for him to emulate good qualities, but she hates that she sees her bad qualities in him too. In coming clean about her personal life to Mako, she's showing him that he need not minimize his life in order to serve. Having love in your life doesn't diminish your power.

Lin handling herself. Lin likes to face her problems head on. Everyone has reached a moment in their lives when they're totally humiliated and it's no different for Lin. She learnt the hard way the price of not accepting things coming your way with grace- that if she tries to fight everything that doesn't go her way, it's going to be her down fall in the end. After reconciling with Tenzin, then Suyin, and then her mother, she realizes that had she just accepted circumstances(Pema, scars and mommy issues) for what they were back when they arose, she wouldn't have had to spend all these decades feeling alone and bitter. She didn't need to isolate herself, and guard her emotions with such high walls if she just accepted the situations(move on, forgive and mommy issues). Having likely being subjected to terrible press in the wake of her breakup with Tenzin, I can see Lin wanting to keep this new relationship- one with Bumi, no less- on the downlow. The last thing she needs to relive is the cruel gossip columns and paparazzi outside her window. So, she decides to take it one step at a time.

Sorry, I kinda got carried away there. Now, coming to excerpt itself: Mako is always a little nervous around Lin. He has very confusing feelings about her- he thinks she's cool and hot and he has that "do I wanna be her or do I wanna be with her?" dilemma. But either way, keeping those feelings at bay, he has a lot of respect for Lin as his mentor and cares for her like family. Lin knows he's the only one who'll give it to her straight- that he could be a confidant of sorts and that he is not to be judged by the company he keeps. She trusts him to the fullest, and we see here how it only substantiates that trust when he's the only one to tell her what's really going on, and return, is the only one to learn of her big secret.

Mako kinda gets lost in his rambling of course, because Lin makes him nervous and the idea of her having a sex life only further escalates the "do I wanna be her or do I wanna be with her" dilemma since he gets to view her in a sexual light for the first time. Either way, Mako's a serious guy, and pointedly conveys his exact thoughts until he realizes, physically, he needs to stop talking.

Lin's shock has more to do with the contents of his ramble as well as some to do with the length of his chatter. She knows he can't look her in the eye, but appreciates when he finally does as he tries to sound more comforting. Lin doesn't do well with feeling embarrassed, and Mako knows that- very few people can sense that about her.

I think it's somewhat in this moment, when Lin makes a decision. Old Lin would've immediately broken up with Bumi, without any explanation and sent him running. But as for new Lin, who 1) cared about Bumi and 2) wanted him to know that she cared him, she had to be better. So she not only admitted to herself that she cares for Bumi, but also to Mako that being in love and having a relationship is not a weakness or a vulnerability.

I hope you enjoyed this commentary!

#lin beifong #chief beifong #merkittty answers #linumi #bumi ii

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sakumasmut · 1 year

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Day 1 of Enstars x Reader NSFW month

call me the torchbearer the way I’m posting this at midnight just so that I can be the first fic for the event. starting off with bunny makoto for his bday gift, cheers to the event kick off!

Bunnyboy!Makoto Yuuki x Transmasc!Afab!Reader

tags/warnings: degradation, handjobs, breeding, vaginal sex, creampie

ao3

“Dammit!”

You cursed as you slammed your fist on the door, trying to turn the knob even though you knew it wouldn’t budge an inch. All you wanted to do was find some files from the dusty storage room in school, but your luck was apparently so terrible that not only did your search turn up nothing of value, but when you tried to leave the room, the door lock had somehow jammed. To top it all off, you just HAD to forget to bring your phone, which meant you were stuck in here with Makoto, who was unfortunately kind enough to bring you here in the first place. His presence was the only saving grace, even if he was being more awkward around you than you thought normal of the kind boy.

You turned to look at Makoto, who had huddled himself into a curled up ball by some bookshelves. His long, golden yellow bunny ears drooped down over his arms, his head buried into them. He had completely clammed up after you both realized the door was stuck, rather than freaking out like you did. Maybe he was claustrophobic?

“Sorry Makoto, I probably shouldn’t have asked you to come with me.” You sighed, feeling more than a bit guilty. “We might be stuck here for a bit. Do you have your phone on you?”

He didn’t seem to hear you, or wasn’t acknowledging it.

“Hey, are you okay?” You called out to him again, a bit louder than before. “You shouldn’t stay there, you might inhale something weird.”

Makoto jolted up in surprise this time, his ears perking up as he looked at you. The lower half of his face remained partially obscured by his folded arms, seemingly on purpose.

“Ah, I’m fine.” He mumbled out, barely audible. “W-What did you ask?”

You raised an eyebrow at his continuing odd behavior.

“I asked if you had your phone to call for help.”

“U-Um, yeah, it’s in my pocket—“

“Great! Then what are we waiting for?” You sighed in relief, taking a step towards him.

“W-Wait, don’t get so near!”

He threw his arms out and shifted his body away from you, moving his legs away from his chest to try and shuffle into the dark. That was when you spotted the tent in his pants, accompanied by wide eyes and a flushed face.

“Woah. Um…”

“Ah, t-this is so embarrassing!” His face turned completely red, not noticing your own blush while trying to avoid your eyes from meeting. “I-It’s just that time of the year for me, and you smell…really good.” He buried his face into his hands. “….and fertile.”

Well, now you knew why he was acting weird. You hadn’t really bothered to keep track of your own cycle, so it was a bit surprising that Makoto not only knew you were ovulating, but also deduced it solely from how strong his sense of smell was. That would explain why he was acting weird even before you entered the room together. Even though he was acting beyond ashamed of his bunny instincts, you surprisingly didn’t mind that he was turned on. It was kind of a compliment, and natural for hybrids to want a mate, right? And he still looked extremely cute like this, maybe you could have some fun.

“Man, you’re hard just from my scent?”

You approached with a mischievous smirk, backing him into the corner he was huddled in. The gears in your head were turning, and the horny part of your brain was in full control.

“I’m sorry! L-Let’s just call for help and—”

You shushed him with a finger to his lips.

“You’re such a pathetic little bunny, aren’t you?”

Makoto squeaked, face turning even redder as you kneeled in front of him, keeping his focus on you. Your fingers trailed down towards his crotch, unzipping his pants as he stammered in weak protest.

“W-Wait! What are you—”

“You must not have someone to go home to, huh?” you mocked, “No one to satisfy your urges?”

Makoto tried to look away shamefully, but you pushed on his nose to force his head down. He watched as you pulled his pants down, far enough that you could see where his erection poked out from beneath the wet patch on his underwear.

“We could call for help, but then you’d just go home and hump thin air while moaning my name. Pretending that you’re cumming inside me instead of all over your sheets.” you continued to taunt him, “Am I wrong?”

“I…”

“Or,” you interrupted him, hooking the garter of his underwear on your finger. “we stay a little longer and I give you the real thing.”

You tugged his boxers down, and his erection sprang out. His cock was already twitching and leaking precum, making you wonder how he hid his arousal before this. Your hand grasped his length, making him shiver just from the small touch. It fit perfectly in your hands, not too girthy but still nice to hold. You smeared some of the cum leaking from the tip over his skin with your thumb as you began to pump his shaft up and down.

“H-hah! Ah~” Makoto couldn’t control his voice at all, letting out loud squeals of pleasure and embarrassment.

“Mm, you like that, huh?” You teased him as he tried to form words. He found himself pushing his back against the bookshelves while simultaneously lifting his hips up to try and push his cock towards your hands, as if his body couldn’t decide if he wanted to run away or lean into your touch.

“Shh, it’s okay.” You cooed, pumping your hand faster. “Relax, I’ll take care of you.”

You could see his ears pointing straight up from the attention, his shoulders easing up as his body accepted the pleasure. He still looked nervous, but you spotted desire in his eyes as they stared at the way your hand stroked the base of his cock while the other fondled his balls.

“H-Hah~ /name/, I-I’m g-going to—” he gave only a few seconds' warning before ropes of cum shot out wildly from the tip, landing all over your clothes and hands.

Makoto panted loudly, recovering from his climax as his still erect cock twitched in need. You stood up, looking down on him with a triumphant expression as you licked some of his cum from your fingers. Salty.

“Still hard? Aren’t you one needy whore.” You smiled, beginning to unzip your own pants. You tossed them aside, along with your underwear, before kneeling back down to press a palm against his chest. His heart was beating so fast you could feel it thumping against his ribs. You straddled his hips, aligning his cock with your entrance.

“Beg me for it.” You tilted his chin up to face you. Makoto looked you in the eyes, the pleasure clouding them making them seem darker than usual. “I know you want to.”

“…P-Please.” He squeaked out. “Let me be inside you.”

“What was that? Speak louder, bunny.”

“I want to breed you!” His body shook, desperation in his voice. “I want to mate with you so badly, please!”

You smirked as you sank your hips down onto him, engulfing his entire cock in your warmth all in one go. Makoto moaned as your soft walls squeezed his member, mind going blank in pleasure.

“Hey, don’t go cumming so quickly.” You cupped his cheek. “At least last a few minutes.”

You leaned in to press your lips against his, and he clumsily returned the kiss as you began to move. Makoto’s hands found your hips and helped guide them back onto his cock whenever you pulled away, nails gripping into your skin so hard that they were sure to leave marks. You bounced up and down on his cock as his moans and gasps were muffled against your own. It was only when you had to pull away for air that his voice echoed throughout the room, immediately silenced once you dove back in for more. His balls slapped against your ass each time he bottomed out, making you bite back moans of your own.

“You feel so good!” He cried out, drool escaping from the corners of his mouth. You slid your tongue in and he whined, pushing his tongue against yours as his hips bucked up wildly.

“C-Close!” Makoto moaned after pulling away, his hands gripping your ass tightly.

“H-Hold it a bit longer. Let’s do it together!”

You grabbed his ears, tugging them forward to smoosh his face against your chest as he came, spilling his seed into you. You let out a moan as you reached your own high, sinking your hips as low as you could. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, milking the seed out of him as it continued to come out in spurts.

You let out a contented sigh, scratching his ears affectionately while you waited for your high to go down. It was too bad he couldn’t plug you up properly, his cum escaping all too easily onto his clothes and the floor. Still, you were happy with the turn of events, getting locked up in this dusty room might’ve been worth it. His warm breath against your skin began to even out, and you decided it was time to clean up.

“This was nice.” You giggled, pulling your arms away and getting ready to stand up.

“D-Don’t go!”

You yelped as he unexpectedly pushed you backwards onto the floor with a loud thud. Your thighs were pressed up flat next to your chest as Makoto heaved, eyeing you up lustfully.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t help it…you’re the perfect mate for me.”

You gasped as he slotted himself back inside your cunt, the squelch of his cum being pushed back inside you barely audible behind your moan.

“M-Makoto?”

“You’re so handsome.” He nuzzled his face into your neck. “I hope our bunnies take after you.” He whispered against your ear before nipping at it.

Oh how easily the tables turned. You felt your entire body turn into putty as you flushed up at his words, heart rate quickening. You had already surrendered to your mate.

“Hah, you’ll have to put them in me first. Stuff me full of your litter.”

Makoto leaned down to give you a deep kiss, your muffled moans filling the air as he began to sloppily thrust into you. If you did end up having bunnies with him…well, you could figure that out once the high of getting stuffed full of his seed wore off.

#enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader smut #makoto yuuki smut #esxreadernsfwmonth2023 #nsft es!!

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compassionatereminders · 21 days

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Hey same anon who has the narcotic plants special interest. I am sorry for a long ask I wanted to tell you a brief story that you may find funny or sad. Or sad but funny. I once took an edible with my 2 cousins, it was 300 mg so we split it in 3, this was not a problem for me in the past so i take approx 100 mg.

Unbeknownst to any of us, this was artificial/synthetic THC We had gone to the movies to watch Pirates of the Caribbean, we thought it would be fun to watch while high. Something in the artificial THC kind of cramped my brain. And by half way through the movie I was practically blind from how high I was. This was extremely unusual and my cousins were having strange reactions as well, one fell asleep and was unconscious through the loudest movie ever and my other cousin was *ravenously* hungry, like, more than you get with munchies. She said she felt like she was starving and no matter what she ate it couldnt satiate her for like 48 hours

For me though, I'm on psych meds. Antipsychotics, anti depressants, catalysts, and things for neurological problems which of course includes POTS and vasovagal syncope. Anyway I decide to head out first before my family because I was half aware that I was severely impaired and I was in heels so i needed to see if i could walk straight and not right in front of my grandmother, we didnt want our grandmother to find out (it wasn't legal here in CA yet) I head out of the theater and as i walk through the door, boom vasovagal response. Luckily I can tell when blood pressure drops so i know it's going to happen so I sat down and put my head between my knees. that's the last thing I remember, but i was going in and out of consciousness and while unconscious, it felt like endlessly falling backwards. I was only aware of my thoughts for brief moments of clarity when I would wake up, but i would just pass out again I do remember hearing the paramedics, when we arrived at the hospital, mocked me and said "i couldnt handle a little edible" They did a bunch of tests and basically found that the edible's artificial THC was something actually ridiculous like my portion was the equivalent of 1,500mg of THC

Apparently during the time I was unconscious I was screaming (constricted vocal chords) and crying uncontrollably and proceeded to have a pretty bad seizure. I was high from this for like a week straight and it wasnt the fun kind. It was the hangover type of high like, super bad headache, makes you feel like shit, tired, ugh i hated that feeling.

BUT! This event Gave me a super power It made me immune to edibles. At least THC edibles. I am dead serious. I was afraid to try edibles again after this event but i went through with 50 mg.... nothing. 100 mg.... nothing. 150mg.... nothing. I dosed myself like this, waiting for it to kick in and it never would. So i decided to use a tincture to see how long it took until I felt something. I gave up at 800 mg, I felt nothing, and im p sure 800 is enough to make someone uncomfortably high. it just. Doesnt work for me anymore So. I have to inhale THC to get high now. I try to stick to dab pens but theyre no better on your lungs than smoking marijuana. I hope this doesnt seem like trauma dumping or anything! i just wanted to share my superpower and story as well as maybe a warning for others if this is posted. Anyway, so sorry to ramble, have the best night/day/afternoon you can <3

Wow, I'm really sorry you had to go through that shitshow! I have had Too Much Edible on several occasions, but never anything that extreme. Who the fuck even WANTS weed to do that kind of shit?! 😭

#chat with kat #drugs tw #health risk tw #overdose tw #weed tw

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twoheartshookingup · 2 years

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Day Two: formal wear with Deacon Kay

This post is 18+, containing sexual themes. Please do not interact if you are under eighteen. Kinktober masterlist.

“David?” You called out into the quiet room, heels clicking on the wood floor. This was the very last thing you’d wanted to do, dressed in finery for some LAPD event that would be filled with everyone. But it was what you’d signed up for with the slim ring on your finger, so the maroon cocktail dress went on.

“I’m ready, I’m rea…you look amazing.” He was in his jet black dress uniform, white gloves on his hands. But your fiancé’s gaze was trained straight on you and your outfit.

“You scrub up well yourself. Ready?”

He held his arm out for you to take as the two of you left the house.

It was, as you’d expected, extremely boring in the event. There were speeches and toasts, meeting Nichelle and Bonnie’s faces with the bored glances you shared. Having others there made it a little easier, at least.

But finally it was onto the drinking and dancing portion of the evening, the much more fun time. The three partners who weren’t in LAPD were bored by everything, but Deacon took your hand to lead you onto the quickly filling floor.

“Having fun, Sergeant?” You asked, an amused smile as you watched him look down at you.

“I mean I have the perfect view, so definitely.” You followed his eyes down and realised that he was perfectly able to see down your tits, the lacy red cups of the basque you were wearing.

“Cheeky!” It was a light admonishment, but his hand tightened against your back.

“I just like looking at my boobs. I mean you’re mine, aren’t you?”

“You know I am, Sergeant.”

But he gave you an idea that you couldn’t wait to see how he’d react, so once he went to the bar you returned to the 20 squad table, sitting beside Street.

“You’ll dance with me, won’t you?” You turned to look at him, Chris raising an eyebrow. “Chris doesn’t want to dance, she doesn’t want people to make comments about her leaving LAPD. So you’ll dance with me, right?”

You stood and let him take your arm, Street’s hand in the small of your back as he spun you around. But when you were back at the table you could see the tic on your fiancés face that showed your plan to make him jealous had worked.

The Uber home was quiet, hand in hand until he helped you out of the car and into the house. But once you were in things changed. Deacon pushed you against the wall, palming one breast as his other hand rested at the column of your throat.

“Enjoy making me jealous tonight?” You shook your head, but his fingers tightened so slightly against you, making you swallow. “I know that’s what you were doing with Street. But you’re my good slut, aren’t you?”

It was to the bedroom, Deacon pulling you along as you kicked off your shoes, one of his hands in your hair. You were pushed to the bed, your ass pulled back so you were on hands and knees.

“You don’t get to cum tonight. This is to show you how much better I can fuck you instead of anyone else. I know how you need this.”

Your skirt was pulled up and you heard before you felt your underwear being ripped away.

“Hey! They were-“ your words were cut off by a rush of air as a slap hit your ass, a groan of pleasure following as Deacon massaged the now warm skin.

“I’ll get a new pair. You’d ruined them anyway, I can smell you from here. I just need to taste you.”

You thought he was half joking, but his lips and tongue split your lower lips, a long stripe up your slit making you buck, but a hand on your lower back kept you still.

The sensations were so much, his fingers entering and fucking you as his lips sucked on your clit. It was every sensation that you loved and your moans kept getting louder.

“Deacon. Please. Please!” You begged, but instead of giving you what you craved he stopped, leaving a kiss on your clit before stepping back.

You wanted to look behind you but you knew that was going to be the wrong move. Your tits were falling out of your dress, the previously pristine fabric bunched around your middle. The only thing left mostly on was the basque and you knew that was coming off soon. Before the thought of what was next came, there was a sudden intrusion and Deacon pushed into you to fill you totally. Your lover put one hand on your throat to pull you up, your back against his chest as the other hand began to pinch and pull at a nipple.

“So fuckin’ good for me. So good. I can feel just how much you need this isn’t that right?”

“It’s only you. I need you. Please. I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours. Always yours.”

He pulled you tighter to him and you could feel the cool metal of his cross necklace against your shoulder blades as he thrust into you harder and harder. The pleasure was overwhelming, and he knew so well just how to get you to the edge but not over. Once he set that decision that you couldn’t cum it wouldn’t be overturned and he could play your body so well.

“Gonna fill you up. Make you forget everyone else, I’m the only person you’ll ever want. Just us.”

His thrusts stuttered against you, pushing you against the bed as his arms caged you in. It didn’t take more than a few moments for him to roll off you, pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you,” he murmured as you clung to his shoulders.

“I love you too.”

You both needed to change and clean up, but instead you stayed there, fabric bunched on your abdomen as the two of you held tightly together.

#deacon kay x y/n #deacon kay x you #deacon kay x reader #deacon kay smut #kinktober 2022

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Episode 10! This one took me a while. I got distracted by all sorts of things. The stage mechanic is a pain in the butt!! Even having had pre-prep with it from CC events, it is depressingly common for the artillery to switch targeting at the last minute because you missed one enemy in the pile of guys coming at you.

This little scrimblo is the face of evil. Cause of many leaks. If you're kind of sleepy or out of it or tired after a long day of work the Second Defense Artillery mechanic turns into a slot machine that sometimes just kills your clear for no apparent reason (you forgot that this character had 1 higher block than this other one) Story thoughts and unmarked spoilers after the cut!

I'm slow to get to Act 2 of the Arknights story. Over the time I've seen people in various fan communities talk about how they don't like it, how it feels slow to them, or how they think all the Sarkaz are irredeemable bastards. Well now with episode 10 I'm into it proper and while I see the complaints I like the story! I like reading academic works about military history and the history of genocides now and again, so, I'm definitely not the 'normal' audience. But the Kazdel Military Comission is very familiar and 'realistic'.

Theresis and his bros. There's not many...

First off it doesn't have the support of all, or even necessarily most Sarkaz. There's the Confessarius, a small secretive organization that's hung around the crown like ivy; the Sanguinarch of Vampires and the Nachzehrer king, two absolute freak monsters; the Damazti Cluster, who's just One Slime. Certainly Theresis has a lot of soldiers; but of the political leaders that make up Sarkaz politics, he essentially has the trust only of the most violently extreme half of things. Theresis's plan seems to be to simultaneously wage war on the nations of Terra, to restore Sarkaz glory or at least give teeth to their anger at constantly being persecuted. And man I don't think that's gonna work out very well for you! But the nature of the KMC and its job brutally occupying Londinium will drive away any moderates on its own. The KMC is radicalizing itself, from an attempt at governing Kazdel to what is functionally a murder cult, focused on just killing the highest number of non-sarkaz possible. It's not a happy story! And not one that, I think, is going to be 'fixed' by Amiya doing some cool sword magic. Victoria is on a fast track to becoming a failed state, and that's not going to be good for anyone around. Character thoughts! Blunted by having taken months and months to finish this. -Misery, it's cool to see another RI elite and this one's kinda, shifty? Behavior, is fun. Not a pillar of gung-ho courage, but he Gets The Job Done. -Mandragora, poor little meowmew. I do wonder if she'll turn out to have survived, I do feel some sympathy for her after the chapter was her getting kicked in the face repeatedly as everything goes wrong and her one friend dies -Manfred, this is the kinda guy who goes on trial at the Hague, but he's actually trying to like, run a country, so he ends up being one of the more reasonable KMC people. Yikes! -Damazti was very fun, their curiosity in meeting the Eartha crew is neat. Look forward to seeing more of the tricky slime. Closure is a great addition to this chapter, because you have the KMC and all the problems Sarkaz are causing and then RI sends in their Sarkaz and she looks like this:

How could anyone hate that face. Rita is another favorite from this chapter because she is just Not Having A Good Time, and it seems to only be getting worse. Is she coping healthily? Not really!

I think the Glasgow gang wasn't much of a draw. They're dancing around it, but it doesn't really seem like Vina wants to go kickstart the Victorian monarchy again, nor does the game seem to think that would fix things. So they end up kind of spinning their wheels, as the lion gets poked and prodded towards a thing she doesn't want to do.

#qedmirage plays arknights #arknights #arknights episode 10 #shatterpoint

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question for you... top cc divorces?

GOD where do i begin. i think there’s more like divorce than actual maintained relationships throughout the whole thing LOL might as well run through all of them

the fucking. one that’s ruled my mind and heart for the past few months nonstop has been isel and olzhas specifically because their whole dynamic revolves around how much these two care about each other even in spite of like. the loose conceit of a breakup haunting them. they both have this thing about, despite mutually deciding on separation, making exceptions for one another in terms of aiding and even being outright affectionate with one another… they’re still being very tightknit whilst also refusing to let other people pry into these ‘transgressive’ acts that contradict the broadcasted external image of their relationship. they’ve got a very private kind of love between them and their whole divorce is basically just a charade built off a misunderstanding but it’s still this constraining force that just. guilts the both of them out of genuineness. it’s fucked up. it’s my favorite thing in the world. i’m glad everyone else just finds the whole ordeal gormless and i’m glad people like freya and dalisay exist to make fun of these guys for being soooo unbearably facetious

beatrix and marjolaine are also complicated…. with them it’s less a thing of them like. tugging at my heartstrings and more just being like the most twisted fascinating puzzle of codependency LOL. like the two of them met each other whilst they were very young and they were both kind of just like. superficially enthralled with one another. very artistically pretentious pair of wayward fiction writer/famous opera singer which like. slowly lost its spark over the years and like two decades later they’re basically both just tugging on one another. utterly refusing to break things off despite then both obviously only being captivated by the past veneer of their old young love. with beatrix in particular it’s fun because he’s got like. this whole complex about seeming well-put together and accomplished and classy and whatever and he’s basically holding onto marjolaine as a status symbol like “hah look at me i’m an accomplished woman who is MARRIED” and he basically views outright divorce as like. admitting to making a mistake in choosing to marry marjolaine. and him admitting to a mistake would basically like kill him so eh. in the dull relationship he must stay. like something i adore about the whole situation is that beatrix basically DID divorce him and quickly walked back on that for aforementioned prideful reasons which is like. yeah. he’s a bit of a disaster it’s fine. similarly i’m fond of the way marjolaine latches on to beatrix for a similar reason of like. “i already started this marriage and ever since my life’s gone down the drain (especially socially) so i need to keep this flame alive if nothing else” whilst also. only really being half-hearted in her interest of beatrix as an individual. they’re both just very devoted to. not really one another. but the period of time that their inversion represents.

cas and lanuola are like a complete nightmare to explain i’ll do it separately if anyone wants it but like MANNNN they’ve got a mixture of things that kick my ass which is like. a) born arose from very heavy performance-based careers and both never really had profound connections with other people nor managed to really effectively evade the public eye. got to do the latter on the train quite plainly and also got attached to one another quite quickly due to shared experiences. they’re both each other’s “first person to really understand me”. b) they both died trying to protect each other it’s all in vain and it fucked!!!! they turn into weird abstract ghosts and you think it’d be fine BUT c) divorce happens due to a convoluted domino fall of events basically boiling down to “cas is extremely bent on revenge for her early death and exerts it on someone completely unrelated by sending them vague scary visions meant to warn the living of the person who killed her and lanuola finds this completely uncouth and breaks things off for moral purposes. however cas is also conflicted about her actions and is incapable of admitting it. lanuola also misses cas but maintains his morality steadfastly. ahhhhhhhh!” to harken to an old sketch made by my good friend stanley:

there’s like some smaller divorces that don’t quite matter that much. like faris and volkan. latter of whom is literally an absolute speck of dust of a character he literally just exists to be faris’ ex boyfriend who barely even comes up. this dude’s job is to simply get a divorce. it’s not even that dramatic they just cut things off because faris wants to leave for the scary train that’s rumoured to probably just kill people once they get on there and it’s like. amicable enough. faris hardly ever gives him much thought afterward LOL

mazin’s divorce also like vaguely matters but it’s another more metaphorical thing. dude literally just disappears without a word to his wife because he’s just THAT ravenous to leave for the train and sabotage it from within. only ever brings her up to get pity from other people and was never really that attentive to her or anything. he sure is a really lovely guy

the brief rendezvous between olzhas and faris is also funny to me just because these guys have been like. good friends for years and like the first thing olzhas does upon breaking up with isel is go AW SHIT i feel useless and bad on my own are there any other beautiful bears on this train that i can tie myself to. and so e kind of just jumps into a relationship with eir old bestie only for faris to like. no more than a week later. go “yeah i do care for you and i want to see you get better but also i am Not isel and using me as a rebound is bad both for you AND me” and olzhas is kind of just like. “Shit yeah. sorry. let’s go break chairs over each others heads.” and they do. they’re still friends and this whole incident basically means nothing to either of them nowadays but it humors me. the woes of the gay italian man….

#ccsimulacrum #ccs.text #my sleeping meds are kicking in hopefully this is coherent enough still LOL

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Machi's 2023 Year In Review

'23 was a bit of a wild one. A toast to the last twelve months (both in fandom and IRL) under the cut.

Fic

Here's what went out the door in '23:

Naruhata Noir

I started posting NN in December '22, about a month after finishing 9L. At one point last year I joked about finishing the entire thing in the week between Christmas and New years. Evidently, this did not happen for a variety of reasons:

A) A series of events occurring in my personal life that do not merit further detail that I will herein refer to as "the conga line of nonsense". That kicked off during last year's holiday season and bled into like...May. Which leads directly into:

B) Tears of the Kingdom came out. And;

C) A general loss of motivation in the project.

During the aforementioned Conga Line of Nonsense, I had a goal of finishing before TotK came out, but I only managed to cobble together another 4 chapters between January and May. After somehow managing weekly to biweekly chapters for 9L, NN was much more sporadic, and at one point I had people asking me if I was still alive. Which. sucked, since I generally strive to be a somewhat reliable person.

Once the TotK hyperfixation hit, I managed maaaaaaybe another 2 chapters before I finally got bored of grinding monsters to upgrade outfits. I did manage to meet the third self-imposed deadline of finishing before going to Japan for 2 weeks, so at least that's one W.

In addition to the distractions of Life, NN was more challenging to write for a few main reasons:

Aizawa is not the narrator. Look, I'm mature enough to acknowledge that he is Blorbo From My Shows, and everything I write wants to revolve around him. Taking a step back from that and trying to get into another character's head after spending 8 solid months on 9L was an adjustment. It took me a bit of time to find Shinsou's voice.

Most of the relationship dynamics in this fic are non-canonical, and pulled directly out of my ass. Shinsou's relationships with the Hottas are central to the back half of the fic, and his relationship with Mirko also becomes prominent at times. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS HAVE EVER INTERACTED IN REAL LIFE I'M JUST SMASHING DOLLS TOGETHER LIKE I DID AS A 7 YEAR OLD.

Trying to parallel something I already wrote several months ago is hard. I wanted NN to make sense on its own, but also follow the relevant bits from 9L. This was next to impossible to accomplish without sounding clunky. Almost from the very beginning of the fic, the outsider's perspective of Aizawa's first steps, I felt the urge to change the dialogue because the story that I wanted to tell from Shinsou's perspective was different from the one I wanted to tell from Aizawa's perspective. I locked myself into that rigidity for a while, until I finally decided just to say fuck it at the end and modify the 9L dialogue slightly because the story had taken on a life of its own.

Erasermic took a major backseat in this one, but I still needed to scratch the itch, and I think that's why I ended up writing 2 emic one shots in between chapters.

I don't think a direct parallel spin-off is something I would try writing again, and the fic was probably a lot longer than it needed to be, but at the end of the day, I'm satisfied with the way it turned out, and I'm happy I was actually able to finish it this year.

Here's a collage of my inspo for Aizawa's apartment cobbled together from google maps and japanese real estate websites.

Being No One, Going Nowhere

The first of the 3 one shots that I put out this year, and a proof of concept that I can slap together 3k in a day and a half fever dream and call it a fic.

This one in particular was instigated by one of @o0fyuu0o's tweets that refused to leave me alone. And maybe also the two broken arms story from reddit, but you know, like, less incesty.

Mic was extremely pathetic in this one, which is immensely fun to write. Just a pathetic little meow meow. Sopping wet cat of a man.

College AU was fun to write, emboldened in part by @kyurilin's fic Stray. After being married to canon-verse for both 9L and NN, this was an exercise in just making shit up, and also living vicariously through the memories of the house I lived in for the better part of 2 years as an undergrad. I graduated 7 years ago and it is still crystallized in my memory.

A Tumultuous Sea, You and Me

I've been nursing a healthy crush on Pirate!Aizawa (or Paizawa, as the kids on JP Twit call him) since the Volume 35 character page came out in June '22. Paizawa even killed a 2 year long art block, that's how powerful he is. (Look!)

I do not remember what exactly spurned this one on, but it also got written in the span of about 2 days. I think I reread The Art of Drowning at some point this year, but I do not remember if it was during the writing frenzy, or sometime before it.

Aizawa gets to hold the meow meow card again in this one. His 2 sentence rivalry with Vlad is one of the best things I've ever written.

Of the 2 days I spent writing this, I probably spent 75% of that researching pirate ships. I used almost none of it, and have forgotten almost all of it by this point.

I feel like everyone that dips their toes into the realm of merpeople has a different interpretation on it, but I wanted to spend approximately 0 minutes on worldbuilding, so it's just kind of a chill coexistence between the pirates and the mermaids in this one lol. People were intrigued by said "worldbuilding" however and wanted more, but I think I've scratched the mer-pirate itch for now haha.

1966 Ford Nutstang GT350 Shelby

@kyurilin made a tumblr post that misspelled "mustang" as "nustang" and I skim-read it and saw "nutstang" and was like "you know what would be a terribad nickname for the car? Nutstang." At which point I immediately informed her, which led down the rabbit hole of a very loose RP (as it often does) and I decided YOU KNOW WHAT? I SHOULD JUST TURN THIS INTO A CRACK FIC.

At which point I had to sort of construct a loose plot around the entire bonkers concept. Nemuri held a key role in the pseudo-RP, but I ended up wanting to keep the fic tight and her role was mostly cut. But rest assured she is there in spirit, though, judging.

The plush nutsack is just a bastardization of a kangaroo ballsack coinpurse I saw in a Crap Souvenirs From Around The World calendar I had many years back that has imprinted on my memory. At no point did I seek out visual reference for it, and neither should you. It is up to the reader's imagination.

On the topic of bastardizations, the reappearing nutsack plotline is borrowed from the drawfee gnome saga.

Mic yelling GOOD MORNING and Aizawa banging his head on the underside of his desk is S tier slapstick.

PEOPLE MADE ART????

Some wonderful listeners readers are still making art for 9L, and we have been blessed with two beautiful new pieces this year:

Mic and Eri's selfie, from @kaleidoscopedrawsjpg

The Only One Bed scene, from @guiltyfixations

@obsessed-dragon also drew the photo of Shinsou holding Miso from Naruhata Noir, and Black Spider Eyes drew Aizawa dangling out the window from Tumultuous Sea.

Every time a piece of art drops on my dash, or I see my fic being recommended to other people, my brain does a lil short circuit and I have to go get up and walk around for a bit. I'm not sure words can express how much it means to me that people have enjoyed my writing enough to recommend it to other people, or sit down and create something of their own based off of it. It's humbling, and I'm truly grateful for every kind word or "sketch I should have maybe spent a little longer on" hahaha

Stats!

Look, I'm an engineer. I can't resist the thrall of Microsoft Excel. So here's A Chart.

I value Bookmarks the highest of all the stats that AO3 spits out. Views are pointless (skewed higher in the context of multi-chap fics). Kudos are an indicator of how many people read and liked enough to leave a kudos, but bookmarks are my indicator of how many people liked it enough to keep it around to read again, or recommend to others.

The bookmark-to-kudos ratio is (in my unscientific opinion) a measure of how many people loved the work vs how many people just liked it.

From the chart above, we can propose the following conclusions:

9L is still, far and away, the most popular, and most well-loved thing I've ever written. I'm fine with that.

The Nutstang fic was a certified cult classic, with a bookmark-to-kudos ratio of almost 0.3, second to only 9L.

NN is at a respectable ratio of 0.24 (middle of the pack), but in terms of number of kudos, is not that far ahead the mer-pirate fic. NN was not tagged as erasermic, so I do think this checks out in terms of sheer exposure.

Still Cooking:

FFXII AU

I started this one in March during the conga line of personal life nonsense. I somehow lured in Robbirdthe8th and @o0fyuu0o and @obsessed-dragon and got a solid month of drafting done before I was like "maybe I should work on NN again" and then it sat dormant until like. October.

It's up to almost 30k across 3 partially written chapters already, and I outlined 9 chapters. It is almost certainly overambitious, and I will almost certainly run into the same motivation issue I had with NN because it's a rooftop 4 fic and not just erasermic, and it has a demographic of approximately four people as an AU of a game that came out in uh........2006.

I thought I'd get at least some of it out in '23 but I'm taking it easy and just writing when inspiration strikes at the moment.

Fortuneteller AU

I started this one maybe a week-ish ago, in my quest for a pitch for the erasermic zine (surprise! they haven't made official announcements yet, but I'll be in it. this is an easter egg for those of you who made it this far). It's going to end up far too long for the 3k word limit for that, so I'm just co-opting it for another one-shot. Taisho era urban fantasy dabbling in some Violet Evergarden/FMA-esque post-war themes. Mic with pince nez. Aizawa in hakama. Gratuitous amateur tarot. It has gripped me by the throat.

More from the Nine Lives Extended Universe (canon-willing)

I've got 3 more spin-offs to 9L simmering, just waiting for canon to figure out its business. These are:

When The Battle's Lost and Won

A final battle post-mortem in 4 parts (if 3baka all make it out alive that is). Every few chapters of canon that come out, something gets added or tossed. Extremely fluid at this point, but there are some good quality blurbs and bullet points in there.

Kintsugi

The erasermic epilogue to 9L, from Mic's perspective. An exploration of their relationship beyond the final battle, with an overarching theme that I've borrowed from a Dorktown documentary on former Toronto Blue Jays pitcher Dave Stieb: Not at all, and then all at once.

This one's just pure body worship, punctuated by an extremely casual marriage proposal. A lot of people still comment on 9L like "THIS CAN'T BE IT, WHERE'S THE REST OF IT?", so I hope this will satisfy those looking for some closure from a relatively open ending.

The Way of the Househero

With the impending graduation of the hell class, and a body that doesn't quite move the way it used to, Aizawa has a bit of an existential crisis and semi-retires so he can be a full-time parent to Eri while figuring out what's next for him. Mostly slice of life. No real plot to this one yet, mostly just vignettes. Aizawa finally gets cats of his own, makes mom friends, and becomes more of a knife slut (only its in the kitchen now instead of on the streets).

IRL

Painting

Every room in my home is painted some sort of bland pastel, and this year we managed to purge pastels from four rooms: my home office, our living room / dining room, and our bedroom. I am enormously pleased with how each of these have turned out.

Gardening

We moved to this house in January '22, and last year was mostly seeing what came up in the garden. This year we cleared out a lot of the decorative shrubs in our backyard (turns out you can hock shrubs on facebook marketplace), and planted a veggie garden. The extent of my gardening experience prior to this year was mowing the lawn as a teenager, so this year was a continuous learning experience, and likely will be for many more years to come.

We had some big wins (potatoes, tomatoes, carrots, cherries, squash, dear god the squash), and some losses (apples that were infested with tent caterpillars, arugula that bolted, and lettuce that got eaten by bunnies to name a few).

In addition to veggies, we also did a lot of general cleanup around the rest of the yard, including clearing out some invasive species and thinning out some partially dead shrubs. We mostly let the yard do its own thing last year, and the previous owner of our home died about 6 months before we moved in, so it was probably neglected for a while. I cut out a blackberry cane that was as long as our driveway. I bought a wood chipper and a compost aerator and am learning the art and science of turning yard trash into yard treasure. (I have not peed on my compost pile yet, as recommended by /r/composting. Maybe some day.)

I also adopted a clipping from my sister-in-law's monstera, which has done quite well (except for the parts my cat has taken a mild interest in nibbling on from time to time)

Travel

Probably too much travel this year ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3 Weddings (4 if you count the one in December '22 that's included in the Conga Line of Nonsense). Got covid at 2 of them. Invited to a fifth next year. Wishing everyone of marriageable age I know IRL a very elope

Trips for work to Winnipeg and Calgary (to which I have never been before, but are both underwhelming). Also got to fly on a floatplane for the first time, which is noisy, but the views are unbeatable

I turned 30 this year, and after the Conga Line of Nonsense, I said fuck it, we're going back to Japan for my birthday. 2 weeks, 8 cities. L: Shimanami Kaido cycle (still somehow 30 degrees in September x full sun x forgot sunscreen x 80km = pain) (my husband has proofread this and insists that this is not an L but agree to disagree) W: Hokkaido (beautiful scenery, incredible food, not 30 degrees in September lmao)

Anyways

If you made it this far, thanks for reading, and thanks for your love in '23. I hope to provide you with more of the same nonsense in '24. Let me know if you want a spinoff cats + gardening + DIY blog, since that's just my life now. Happy new year 🍾

#Machiwrites #long boi under the cut

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Now for the other half of the Nexomon Extinction bit: story, characters, creatures, etc. The non-mechanics. And this? This is, I think, their stride.

To clarify: we are currently through the Drake Isles. My wife started in on the Frozen Tundra, but had to double back for levels due to some team composition changes. Everything I'm talking about is only up through that point. I'd say "please don't share future details," but the Nexomon tag here seems to be like three people, and the Reddit forum hasn't updated in two years, so I'm probably safe. That said, I'm about to be that spoiler for everyone else. Yes, all three of you.

The story's pretty good! The first game was mostly fine, if goofy. The netherworld section had a great conclusion that really set things up nicely. Omnicron was released, but waited for your return as its rival; the strongest human against the strongest Nexomon. You win, and can destroy him, leading to the inevitable extinction of all Nexomon. They kinda leave off there, though, with the post-game being "His children also came back, but you can find them with this radar thing." It's contextless acquisition of legendary monsters though, nothing story-based occurs.

Extinction picks up 1000 years later, where the central conflict seems to be that these major beasts called Tyrants are awakening and fighting each other for dominance, in a war to find a new king to replace Omnicron. Humans are pushing back, and have dragons that are made to hunt these Tyrants, in order to prevent a sort of second coming of Omnicron that could wipe them out.

Your role in this is that you're a starting tamer going off on your quest when you are attacked by a dragon and have to find shelter. This kicks off a chain of events that sees you join the guild to fight against the Tyrants, and also to owning an egg that will one day hatch into a Tyrant. Things go as they go, fighting different Tyrant masters and eventually learning some really fun stuff about some of the major players being perhaps a tad extreme. It's a really interesting pivot, and I really enjoy how things are framed.

Cast is a lot more dynamic this time too. Not that there weren't interesting ones before, but I feel like a lot of it existed to be goofy. This time around, they're a little more...established? Or maybe I just find them more interesting. Amelie is fascinating, I like her a lot. There's a scene talking about how her life's work could go to waste if she doesn't take action, and the response is just a calm "If it could be undermined that easily, then what good was it? Let the best course win." Her motivation really is a sort of "good for the people" mentality, regardless of her own standing.

The children of Omnicron are back, and we get a bit more resolution about what's going on with them. Specifically, confirmation that the player character from game 1 did go back to defeat and imprison each of them, and they're really salty about it. It's interesting, because neither of them are particularly hostile anymore, just dissatisfied with their circumstance. I do like that both of the children we've met have kinda come around to you, at least mildly. Nadine in particular giving you advice on how to not die implies some level of interest in what you're doing. Given that Deena is currently standing against the current antagonist, it would be interesting if all the children aligned on this one. They're bastards, but I do love a good domesticated villain.

The creatures themselves are good to great. I like a lot of the creative work on these designs, and in particular love the amount of cats. Lunabelle is my favorite design in this series so far. I'm also a big fan of Malitress, Madamusa, Sirnympha, and Floreina. Some of the dragon designs are also really cool. I don't generally like standard dragons, but the dragons that don't strictly look like dragons are my jam. So big fan of the Psychic and Ghost dragons. The starter designs are all really strong, too. Even the ones I didn't love at first really grew on me. I think, by and large, I like this set of Nexomon better. There are a few designs I really miss, but this is a good batch.

I have been very satisfied with the general experience of the game overall. It's been great.

#nexomon extinction

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dykeomania · 1 year

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some things about this college hockey blahblahblab!au that i just personally like because it's actually super nice to write it idk i love this little world i've created i've deadass been thinking about this in flickers since like, last year. don't come for me my perception of college is skewed i go to a liberal arts college anyways

cat is a visual arts major, and is the first person that ellie hooked up with once she got into college. she's an only child and lowkey she would've went to art school or just not go to school at all and start tattooing or something, but college was honestly cheaper than art school and her parents are chill about a lot of things but her dad is some finance dude that actually allows her mom to be an artist so if she didn't go to college she was Lowkey going to get kicked out of the house (that's a dramatization but she literally wouldn't hear the end of it). Anyways. they went to the same prep school and played on the same hockey team, but didn't start to get close until around freshman year of college. this is around the time where cat had started to settle into her own skin a little more and ellie was kind of refinding her footing due to. Events.

ellie broke up with riley at the end of her senior(~) year, because Events and she had a moment and cut her hair to shoulder length because someone on tiktok told her to. it happened over a phone call. riley sounded civil, but ellie could tell things changed from the moment that they were flying back home from vancouver (for a hockey tournament) and riley didn't sit next to her, or even look at her. they're cool, ellie guesses. riley also plays on the same team as ellie. (riley is an anthro/philosophy or gov/philosophy double major (but she probably takes a lot of psych classes) (that's awkward so does ellie) and she makes fun of ellie for saying she's from boston. riley is actually from boston. ellie is a j-o-b (just outside of boston).

ellie's entire friend group from prep school made a pact to commit to the same college and it's extremely messy and extremely rewarding

ellie's technically adopted. she, joel, tommy, and maria all live together in the same house. everyone works. it's consistent, and hectic, and fights over money and petty shit are pretty frequent. ellie had to fight for it, but they've invested a lot of time and money into ellie's athletic passions. joel is begrudged and honestly is a shitty father figure to ellie. their relationship is like only able to be somewhat tied together through hockey. and the rest i can't tell you

ellie deadass needs to go to therapy. and it Shows.

she also has issues with intimacy. and it Shows.

she's also aaaaa.... im not sure what her major is, honestly. she might like humanities + stem double major. i wanna say she majors / minors in physics and astronomy because she thinks its cool but at the same time she probably like doesn't really fuck with the math at all (and it's not like she can't do it, she's one of those assholes that just writes shit down and somehow is able to reason her way to the right answer, but like shes usually hungover / sleep deprived but she's disciplined so she just half-asses shit instead of not doing it at all). but i feel like she definitely takes a lot of anthro or history courses and maybe that could be, like. her minor. double major. something. Or Honestly, Honestly. Honestly. maybe psych. she does take a lot of psych classes regardless though but then probably stops showing up for them when they hit too close to home Lol

ellie lowkey started her beef with abby because she was just one of those people who she just decided she hated (for a variety of reasons and all of the reasons were projections of her own personal problems. abby's life is ssoooo perfect cause her dads a dooooctor and her moms a zoooologist and they live in a gaaateeddd commuuuniityyyyy and she has expensive skaaaatteeessss and the best stiiiiiickkk and gets eveything she waaaants and ellie can't talk to her dad anymore and her mom is dead and she grew up where theres like heroin needles scattered on the ground and wore the same pair of shoes throughout her entire high school career because she didn't feel comfortable asking for anything else).....

it just solidified it when abby did one petty thing some day on like a wednesday or made some snide comment during a practice, so then ellie's friend group started talking shit about abby's friend group, and so abby's friend group started talking shit about ellie's friend group. their respective like groups of people kinda sorta let it go after a while .... but the two in the center are Still standing. ellie Fucking Hates abby. and Abby fucking Hates Ellie. for deadass no reason

anyways i'll tell you about abby another time im still figuring out what to do w her but there's. gesticulates w my apple pencil. History. there. (not Fucking history but.)

and you're there too, i guess (we'll get to you later)

and the rest i'll withhold because it's probably not much but. shrugs. just some basic things that are playing into this story that i like. my Silly Little World. my Silly Little Messy Hockey Women.

#nods #it's a lot of fun to write because i really like bringing to life different characters in different contexts that is like #that is my favorite thing to do in this hobby #it's really fun to imagine them in like my world you know what i mean #and then you get to play with the dynamics and stuff and make things spicier make them all make sense #its fun when you're planning it out #it is hell to properly execute #mia what are you talking about

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qqueenofhades · 1 year

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On the topic of unreliable narrators and nonlinear timelines- would you be able to play around with both to a greater extent in fanfiction than you would otherwise because your readers are more familiar with the reality of events and probably can grasp onto what they can trust the narrator about and what they can’t better? Like you were saying with some of your Sandman fics, even when everything is very different from canon like in UASS, we as readers can still specifically pick up on what happened to Robyn more so than we might in a regular book because we know Robyn’s fate in canon and how it differs from Hob’s supposed memories of it, giving us almost a touchstone for his unreliability? Same thing with an inconsistent timeline, if it still follows a similar plotline to canon but in a different order, would you be able to mess with it more since your audience would already know the order of the canon plotline? Sorry if this is a bit rambling, I had some late night thoughts and wanted to ask you to see what you might think or be able to clarify. Thanks!!

It depends on what you're doing and how. Obviously, fanfic does allow more room to play around with your readers' pre-existing knowledge of the story; they're coming to your work for a transformation or rework of an existing canon, rather than an entirely new one. So you have a lot of latitude in fic to play with the form/premise/plot, without having to do the work of introducing characters, world, and conflicts. Your reader will already know this, so you can skip past it and get to the good stuff.

With original fiction, however, you have to do that work in establishing the "baseline" reality and how the narrator is adhering to or deviating from it. For example in one of my original novels, which I really should get off my ass and publish one of these days because it's complete and ready to go and I'm just procrastinating, I have a first-person narrator who is fully aware that you just have to take her word for what's going on, and that plays into the larger themes of the book (a dark reworking of the #MeToo movement with an EXTREMELY feral female protagonist who does a little murder as a treat), and thus highlighting how women's claims alone are rarely taken as an acceptable standard of "proof." She also becomes increasingly gleeful in pointing out her unreliability as the story progresses, but where and how that happens, or if she's lying about her unreliability and is actually telling the truth all along, becomes a crucial part of the narrative.

(Anyway, yes. Somebody should give me a kick in the ass to do it. Trigger warnings out the wazoo, but still.)

Likewise, in one of the most famous original-fiction unreliable narrators in recent pop culture, Gone Girl, you spend the first half of the book learning one set of beliefs through the narrator's voice, and then the second half of the book pulls a COMPLETE bait-and-switch on you. You find out the reason for the first half of the book being written as it was (i.e. a total and deliberate lie), and that the narrator, Amy Dunne, is up to something totally different than what she first told you. So while in fanfiction you can come in with some of the premise ready-made and then play around with it, you can certainly think of different ways to do it in original fiction. It will require more legwork on your part and thinking how you want to structure the story and the reveals, and who's to be trusted and who shouldn't be, but that's part of the fun in figuring it out.

#anonymous #ask #writing advice

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 years

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Ghost Story - Chapter 2

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2457

Warnings: None

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: The chapters/parts in italics are flashbacks. Also, I know I used Melissa Benoist as Juliette in India Lima Yankee but I really love her as an actress okay...

Chapter Songs: Hey Soul Sister Hung Up

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Rooster

People packed the Hard Deck to full capacity, and the Dagger Squadron commandeered at least half of it. Fritz, Halo, and Omaha played darts, and Halo kicked the boys' ass each time. Harvard and Yale were flirting with some girls at the bar; Yale appeared to have more success than his wingman. Hangman, Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback were playing a round of pool. Rooster watched with Phoenix and Bob, chatting about the recent mission and enjoying their time on solid ground. Peering over his shoulder, through the crowd, Rooster could see Maverick sitting at the bar, chatting to Penny whenever she wasn't taking orders. He was glad his dad had finally settled down with the bar owner. Through his mom, he'd heard the ups and downs of Maverick's relationship with Penny, how he'd gone ballistic with her early in his career, and how his superior put in hack once for it. Rooster always laughed at that because that would've made most sailors he knew kick whatever habit had gotten them into hack, but not Maverick. He might've waited a bit for the next opportunity to come around, but it did. It always did with Penny.

"What do you say we show these boys how it's done after they're finished?" Phoenix asked, glancing over at Bob. Her WSO nodded. "Rooster, want to be our third?"

"Nah, I'll pass. I will get us some more beers, though," he offered, chugging the rest of his. Collecting his wingmen's empty bottles, Rooster maneuvered his way through the crowd. What he hadn't told his comrades was that a strange sensation ran down his spine only a couple of seconds before, making him feel the need to move. Rooster couldn't place why, but some presence around him sent his nerves into overdrive. Now, if only he could figure out who caused it...

"You all having fun?" Maverick asked when Rooster sidled next to him, watching his group of former trainees with a soft smile. He'd taken them under his wing and had become a work dad to them. Phoenix declared that fact, and at one point, all of the pilots had called Maverick' Dad,' even Hangman, although he fiercely denied it.

"Yeah. Just chatting with Phoenix and Bob while the others play pool, and Hangman, well, he's being Hangman."

Maverick chuckled knowingly. "That why you came over here?"

"Nah, came to get more beers."

Penny, overhearing Rooster's comment, slid over to them. "More Buds?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She handed him three fresh bottles. "You still coming over tomorrow for dinner?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

"Good. Amelia's looking forward to seeing you." Rooster smiled, all too aware of the young Benjamin's crush on him. "Need anything else?"

"Put another one for Mav on my tab," he replied, grabbing the three drinks by their necks.

"Thanks, Rooster," Maverick said, clapping him on the back. His gaze briefly shifted to the Daggers, and he asked, "Who's the newcomer?"

Rooster frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

Maverick nodded at the group of Bradley's wingmen, and, sure enough, a new member of the group had arrived, one Rooster hadn't expected to see but offered the one and only explanation for the sensation from earlier. Last he heard, she was supposed to be stationed somewhere in the Caribbean, not standing in the Hard Deck looking like a supermodel in a white sundress, offsetting her deep tan. Her golden curls tumbled over her shoulders, and she had her ever-present aviator sunglasses pushed back on her head.

"You know her?" Maverick asked, his eyes resting on Rooster with evident curiosity.

Bradley nodded, still trying to find his words. "Yeah, I do."

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Maverick didn't know how true his words rang because Rooster had, and not just because it was the newcomer's callsign.

"I didn't know she was stateside." Rooster braced himself on the counter and leaned in towards Maverick, quietly adding, "Her name is Annalise Winchester, callsign Ghost. It's been years since we last saw each other."

Maverick, interest piqued, continued to prod. "You two date?"

"No, but no matter what girl I was with, I always found myself thinking of or drawn back to her."

"I get it." Maverick's eyes flicked over briefly to Penny, who remained wholly unaware of their conversation. A good thing, probably. Otherwise, it might verge on borderline disrespecting the bartender, and Rooster didn't have the money to pay for everyone's drinks in the bar. "What's the story?"

"Went to school together. She was a year below me. We got on each other's nerves in the beginning, but then one day, that changed, and we got closer. Then we were stationed on the same ship for a bit; I was her wingman. We were always friends; nothing more."

"But you wanted to be," Maverick finished Rooster's unspoken words.

"Yeah…"

"Why do they call her Ghost? Because she's stealthy or because she's always ghosting people?"

"Because you never see her unless she wants to be seen, either in the plane or on the ground. And you never see her enter or leave a room. She lives up to her callsign more so than others."

"Go say hi to her, but don't go empty-handed. If you like her and want to get her attention, and she's used to people not seeing her, make it look like you saw her come in," Maverick suggested, a glimmer of mirth in his eyes. Rooster only ever saw Maverick as the father figure in his life (and for a time, his enemy), so sometimes he forgot how much of a ladies' man Mav used to be. He knew the tricks to play to get the girl's attention wholly on you. Bradley decided to listen.

"Penny, can I get a double of Bailey's with a shot of your best whiskey?" Rooster ordered when the bartender came within hearing range.

Her brow crinkled, taken aback by the drink order, but the words that came out of her mouth were the last thing Rooster expected. "Is Winchester here?"

"How'd you know?" Rooster asked, stunned.

"Because in all my time here, she's the only one who ordered that drink." Penny turned around and zeroed in on the blonde enveloped in Hangman's arms. "Winchester!"

Ghost whirled around, her eyes swiftly landing on Penny. "Benjamin!"

"You think you can walk in here without saying hi?"

Beaming, Ghost cheerfully maneuvered her way through the crowd. To Rooster's dismay and annoyance, although not to his surprise given the two's history, Hangman followed, abandoning his game of pool. Reaching the bar, Ghost said, "I didn't even see you, it's so packed in-" she stopped short at the sight of Bradley, astonishment and delight evident in her eyes. "Rooster!"

"Hey, Ghost," he greeted casually, unable to help the smile on his face. He wanted to pull her into a hug, but he wouldn't with Hangman around. After all, this girl was the original source of tension between them, unbeknownst to all their friends and Ghost herself. Rooster didn't want to deal with Hangman giving him shit over liking Ghost more than he already had. Besides, Rooster knew if it came down to him or Jake, Ghost would choose the latter. Rooster and Ghost might've had chemistry, but she and Hangman had chemistry and history. Bradley knew he couldn't compete with that. "Good to see you."

"You too! It's been so long," she replied, ignoring Hangman's presence and pulling Rooster into a brief, tight hug. When they broke it off, he handed Ghost the drink he'd ordered for her. She tilted her head. "You remembered?"

"You're the only pilot I know who doesn't like beer, and I also remember you getting smashed on this during that Christmas trip back at the Academy."

"I need the strong stuff to put up with this one's shit." Ghost jerked her thumb over at Hangman, who shot her an impish, charming grin.

"How you doing, Hangman?" Maverick asked, casually joining the conversation.

"I'm good, Mav. I'm very good," he replied, slinging his arm over Ghost's shoulders. Rooster noticed she had no reaction to it, neither removing it nor leaning into him. Interesting, he thought. "I'm too good to be true."

"I'm assuming you two know each other?"

"Ghost here was my best long-term relationship."

"I'm the only long-term relationship you've been in," Ghost corrected, staring pointedly at her ex. Then, returning her attention to Maverick, she asked, "Sorry, but I don't think we've been introduced. Mav, is it?"

"Captain Pete Mitchell, but you can call me Maverick," he replied, extending his hand. Rooster saw the flash of enthrallment in Ghost's blue eyes as she shook it. "And you?"

"Annalise Winchester, but you can call me Ghost. Everyone does. So, you're the infamous Maverick?" Her eyes flicked momentarily up to Rooster. A silent understanding passed between them. Keeping her friendly attitude, Ghost said, "It's an honor to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

"I'm sure not all of it has been good," Maverick joked.

Ghost shrugged. "Depends on who you ask. I know my dad and Iceman raved about you."

"You knew Ice?"

"Yeah." Ghost smiled wistfully. "I initially met him a few times because of my dad, and then I became best friends with one of his daughters. He was a great man."

"That he was." Maverick took a sip of his beer to hide his sorrow and grief over his late friend. "Who's your dad?"

"The late Admiral Nathan Winchester."

Recognition crossed Maverick's face. "Also a great man. I met him once about a decade or so ago. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you, sir. I-"

"Hangman!" Coyote shouted over the cacophony. "Are you going to chat up Ghost or shoot some pool?"

"I should go show those boys how it's done," Hangman said, pecking Ghost on the cheek. Before he could slip away, Rooster handed him Bob and Phoenix's beers. Hangman took them, but Rooster saw him sneak a few sips from both bottles on his way back to the pool table. Meanwhile, Ghost stepped closer to Bradley, leaving little space between them. She had to crane her neck up to look at him.

"So, what are you doing here?" Rooster inquired, taking a swig of his beer. "I thought you were stationed somewhere in the Caribbean?"

"I was, but my deployment ended. I'm not complaining, although I had to move since they wanted my home base to be here. What have you been up to since the last time we talked?"

"Not much. Did get shot down and stole an enemy plane with Maverick," Rooster replied, taking a sip of his beer.

Ghost's eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "You did what?"

Bradley went into the story of how Maverick had been shot down saving his life, how Rooster had gone back- against orders- to rescue him and was shot down himself in the process, how the two of them stole an F-14 and narrowly made it back to the carrier. "For better or worse, I owe Hangman my life. I'll never tell him that, though. But yeah, that's the story."

Ghost stared at him for a few more moments, the gears visibly turning in her head, and then she whacked him painfully on his chest. "You didn't think to reach out to me before you went on a possible suicide mission?"

"Ow!" Rooster rubbed his chest ruefully. The girl could pack a punch. "I didn't want to worry you?"

"And you think not hearing from you at all and being left to wonder if you're dead or alive is better?"

"I- I'll keep that in mind for next time."

"Thank you. And Maverick, thank you for saving his life in return. I owe you one." Ghost raised her glass in his direction.

"Believe me, I won't let anything happen to him as long as I'm around."

"I can hold my own," Rooster defended, unamused by his dad and best friend ganging up on him. Deciding to switch the topic, he asked, "What are you doing the rest of the evening? Other than hanging out with us?"

"Actually, I need to get back to my apartment. I only meant to swing by and say hi to everyone. I need to get more unpacking done because it's bugging me to have all those boxes stacked around."

"You need a ride back to your place?"

"I don't want to tear you away from your friends." Ghost glanced at the pool table, where Hangman was shaking his pool stick over his head, Tusken Raider style. He must've made a good shot. "I'd love to give him an ego check right now, but I don't have time."

Rooster couldn't help but grin. "If you want a wingman to help you with that-"

"I know to call you." Ghost downed the rest of her drink and inspected the now-empty glass. "Whatever whiskey was used for that was strong."

"Was it good?"

"Oh, absolutely. I need to find out what Penny used and order it next time."

Rooster finished the rest of his beer and flagged Penny down to pay his tab. While she rang him out, she asked, "Hey, Ghost, Maverick and I are having a barbecue for my birthday this Saturday at six. All the other pilots are coming. You're welcome to come if you're free."

"Only if you let me help you set up," Ghost countered.

"I won't say no to that."

"Count me in too," Rooster said, hoping Penny wouldn't catch on that he was offering his help just to spend more time around Ghost without the others, namely Hangman, around. Unfortunately, the sparkle in her eye told him otherwise. Still, maybe it would work in his favor. After all, Penny liked matchmaking and had helped more than a few pilots get with their crushes if she thought they were good people, and Rooster was confident that not only did Penny like him, but that she liked him more than Hangman.

"I'll gladly take your help. I'll see you both Saturday, if not sooner."

The two aviators bid the couple goodbye, and Ghost followed Rooster out the door to his Bronco. He tried to keep his nerves calm, but it turned out to be futile as they ran haywire. After all, the last time he'd been alone with Ghost was two years ago, naked and tangled up in his sheets. He'd woken up to find her gone with only a note- folded into an airplane- saying she had to get ready to ship out. He wondered if she thought he wouldn't harbor any feelings for her after their one-night stand because, as she always said: No one will miss a ghost.

But he did. Rooster always did.

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ciaossu-imagines · 11 months

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So, with the fandoms not requested for the AU event, I kind of divided the AU’s and the fandoms as I wanted to. And since I thought it would be kind of fun to kind of sort characters in a different way from a fandom I really love (and have recently rewatched all the movies of), I decided to write a Percy Jackson AU with The Mighty Ducks characters, just sort of figuring out which cabin and which God/dess they’d have as their parent!

Starting off with the obvious place to start, Cabin One. That cabin has only one occupant, the sole child of Zeus at Camp Half-Blood. That child is Charlie Conway because honestly, I do believe that’s the one that best fits Charlie. Children of Zeus are known to be natural leaders with strength and bravery, though they tend to attract a lot of monsters. We see, all throughout the three movies, that Charlie really is not only a natural leader, but a really solid leader that can manage, at the best of times, to truly inspire those around him but even at the worst of times, can still make people pay attention to what he’s saying. He’s also shown bravery several times through the movies, even though he does get targeted for a lot of crap and general growing pains, much like children of Zeus are magnets for trouble (like monsters).

We’ll skip right over Cabin Two, since Hera had no mortal children, and move onto Cabin Three, Poseidon’s cabin. Much like Zeus’s cabin, there’s only one occupant in Poseidon’s cabin, Ken Wu. Ken as a son of Poseidon makes sense to me, with the children of that God really being known for cleverness and battle skills, like Percy in the books or Theseus in the myths. And I feel like there’s quite a few hints throughout the movies that Ken is actually quite good at strategizing, at figuring out plays and moves that will work so translating that over, I feel it fully fits cleverness. While he’s small and was scared at first, Ken also was shown to not only learn how to throw down but to embrace those chances to fight, fulfilling the other big quality for Poseidon’s children.

We’re going to skip Cabin Four, since Demeter doesn’t have a child among this lot, and move right onto Cabin Five, Are’s cabin. There are two sons of Ares in this cabin. First off is the obvious one, Dean Portman. Portman’s shown right from the start in D2 as brash and kind of a goon. He likes fighting, he kind of gets a kick out of people finding him scary. He’s shown to be incredibly brave and protective of those he cares about, but prone to violence and anger. The second son of Ares, despite his small size compared to his other siblings, is Peter Mark. Much like Portman, Peter’s brash, rough and tumble. He’s harsh, with a big attitude and a short fuse. Again, much like Portman, Peter’s not afraid to speak up or to do what needs to be done, showing a sense of bravery characteristic of all of Are’s children, but out of the two of them, Peter is the one who is prouder of his reputation for anger and violence and the one more likely to pick fights just because he can.

Moving right along to Cabin Six, Athena’s cabin. There are two children of Athena in the cabin, both very different people…but both share the characteristic’s of Athena’s children – very intelligent, eager for knowledge, great planners who give solid advice and who aren’t above using tricks to get what they want. The first one is pretty easy to guess. It’s shown in the movies quite clearly that out of all the Ducks, Julie Gaffney is very serious about her studies. She genuinely wants to learn and takes grades and academics seriously. She’s quick-witted and book smart, with a cool head on her shoulders. However, like all other children of Athena, she’s also not afraid to ‘go to battle’ and will fight, physically and mentally, for whatever causes she believes are just. The second child of Athena is one that I don’t think many would assume would be put in this cabin – Russ Tyler. Much like Julie, Russ is an extremely intelligent fellow. He was shown in D2 to have street smarts and a cool head, a quick wit, and an ability to plan for what he wants. In D3, it’s shown that on top of that, Russ actually does care a lot about his academics, that he’s serious about learning and getting every advantage he can get. It’s also shown in that movie that he’s really good at giving solid, dependable advice, as he’s actually really clever and observant and is good at figuring out solutions or advising as to the best course of action.

We’ll skip Cabin Seven and Eight, as there are no children of Apollo among this group and Artemis is an eternal maiden. So, the next cabin we focus on is Cabin Nine, Hephaestus’ Cabin. Children of Hephaestus are great craftsmen, strong individuals who can be a little gruff and intimidating, but are strong, well liked and respectable. There are two children of Hephaestus in this cabin. I’m starting off with the slightly unexpected. I firmly do believe that Connie is a daughter of Hephaestus. I have it pretty firmly in my head that Connie is someone who loves hands-on work. She wants to get dirty; she wants to work with her hands and build and create. She loves crafting, yeah, but she’s also someone who would totally be up for helping with renovations on a house, for example. She’s shown throughout the movies to actually be really strong, to the point where Averman calls her the Velvet Hammer. However, she’s also very friendly and charming, and seems to be well-liked by almost everyone who meets her. The other camper is Fulton Reed. Big, solid, and strong, Fulton embodies everything that a son of Hephaestus should be. I also have always headcanoned him as being really good with his hands. Book learning has never really been up his alley, but he’s surprisingly creative and a quick learner when it comes to working with his hands and various tools. The weapons he makes are highly sought after in the camp and he’s notorious for being unbeatable in Capture the Flag if he’s wielding one of his own weapons. But on top of just that strength and creativity, Fulton’s been shown to be a really generous, respectable guy, right from the very first movie. While he might resort to violence a little too easily, he’s always the first to stick up for the little guy, to put his neck on the line for them. Protective and genuinely good-hearted, I think that, like Julie, Fulton’s kind of someone that other people just like and look up to a little.

We’re onto Cabin Ten, Aphrodite’s cabin. Surprisingly, it’s not that full, with only two campers. Tammy Duncan is, to me, most definitely a daughter of Aphrodite. She’s a huge girly girl, someone who loves make-up, skincare, beauty routines, all things feminine and cutesy. She lives for silly gossip and drama, as well as talk about romance and who likes who. However, while her pretty face and love for all those things would lead most to just dismiss her as a shallow, vapid girl, Tammy’s a lot more than just a pretty face. She’s not afraid to break a nail punching someone who angers her; she’s also got surprisingly hidden depths as the Camp’s best chariot racer. The other camper, Luis Mendoza, is a son of Aphrodite with all that that brings. People who meet Luis find it hard not to comment on what a good-looking boy he is, but he’s a good-looking boy who comes across a little bit…vapid. Like there’s not a lot going on up there. Don’t be fooled though – while he’s charming and more than a little bit of a Casanova (what can he say…he’s truly in love with love itself, as befitting his parentage), Luis has a lot more going on in that head than he lets on. An extremely observant person, he’s quick to learn other people, to figure out what makes them tick, what makes them happy, what buttons to push to get them to give him his way. However, he doesn’t often use that talent of his for anything negative, honestly. While he can be a little manipulative, there’s really not a bad or mean-hearted bone in this boy’s body.

Cabin Eleven is, as always, the fullest. The cabin is always busy, and its residents normally are too, being adventurous, clever, fun-loving, just a little hectic, and delighting in pranks and general merriment. Lester Averman is definitely the most well-known of Hermes children and he’s the Counselor of the cabin. While Averman might not be the most handsome, the strongest, the bravest, or the most talented, he is extremely clever. Quick-witted and very sociable, Averman is oddly charming and impossible to dislike. His mischievous nature and wise-cracking mouth can get him into some trouble at times, but he can almost always talk himself out of it, getting the other guy laughing along with him instead of beating him up. I also see Tommy Duncan as one of those rare cases where siblings don’t necessarily share the same godly parent, as I would put Tommy, whose main priority is having fun and keeping people happy, as a child of Hermes. Lastly, there’s Dwayne Robertson. Quirky and charming, with a ready smile and laugh, Dwayne can charm the pants off of you. And he’s got quick, agile hands…hands that are normally full of stuff that he really shouldn’t have been able to get ahold of. His natural ability as a thief is rarely ever put to serious use though as, while a little bit of a showboat and a little gregarious, Dwayne actually has a strong moral compass and very defined ideas of right and wrong.

I do think that, while the only occupant of Cabin Twelve, there’s no other place for Goldberg. This boy is undeniably a son of Dionysus. Like his father, Goldberg’s actually really good with plants…and even more to the point, I really do feel that no matter his age, with his sociable nature and fun-loving attitude, Goldberg has a tendency to be a bit of a party animal. An extrovert to the extreme, he needs those large gatherings, he needs those get-togethers, he needs the excess and the fun and the high of being the center of attention, of being the ‘good time guy’.

Next up is Nemesis’ cabin, Cabin Sixteen. In a weird twist on how mortals and Gods normally end up dating, Nemesis actually stayed with the mortal long enough to have two of his children, about a year apart. Both Jesse and Terry Hall are children of Nemesis. They both have chips on their shoulders, and are both quick to remember any insults, real or imagined. They have tough attitudes and have no problem getting revenge, but at the same time, they have very strict ideas about right and wrong, and they aren’t actively bad people. They believe in balance and think that it’s not okay for anyone, even themselves, to get a big head. If people do, of course they should bring that person’s ego back down to the correct side. That being said – Terry and Jesse? Excellent guys to have on your side because, while their caustic words may sting sometimes, they are actually really loyal to those they care about and make the best allies.

Moving to another cabin with only one camper in it. Cabin Seventeen, Nike’s cabin, is occupied solely by Adam Banks. Nike is the Goddess of victory and victory is always what Adam is after. Like most of Nike’s children, Adam has a real competitive streak to him. If he’s going to play, he wants to play to win, he wants to give it his all against opponents who are also giving it their all and he wants to come out on top. Losing is not something he handles easily, and he’ll often push himself to rather extreme limits. Adam has the drive, the determination, and is so willing to put in the hard work but sometimes he forgets that it’s okay to relax as well.

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Kent Let It Go

In the past week, I became the subject of numerous jokes about how I was going to need four blog entries for that past weekend alone—it later multiplied to six—because of all the events that got jam-packed into three and a half weary, weary days. Three days that contained my personal favorite nerd gathering, the DEVOtional, and would go on to comprise possibly the most roller coaster-like weekend of my life thus far.

Welp, after over a week, here it comes.

The aforementioned weekend really kicked off on Thursday (though I had a class the next morning). The members of DEVOtional veteran act Fight Milk, having come in early for rehearsals, found time in their schedule to come down to good ol’ Kent State so I could show them around.

I’ve been seeing Fight Milk at DEVOtional since 2019, and it’s been wild seeing them morph and mutate into what they are now. Not only do they always bring the most extreme amounts of fun, they also really get what DEVO is all about in a way. They are dedicated, and they respect what those old fogies were doing while still maintaining a Gen Z flair. Add that all three of their performers this year were coming from such long distances—lone constant Jackson from Seattle, Tavi from Finland, and Max from San Diego—and it only felt fitting that they should get to see where DEVO all began.

The first up important locale was Governance Chambers, the site of both the “Jocko Homo” music video and DEVO’s second ever show, in the Student Center. Luckily, one of its sets of doors was unlocked and no one was in there, so we slipped in without even a whimper from anyone actually working in the building. URBAN EXPLORATION! It was a great joy seeing the guys be such nerds in there, ESPECIALLY Max, the guy who, you know, covered the entirety of that second show.

They also did some obligatory Mark Mothersbaugh poses:

Before heading into town, I got to show them the site of the shootings on May 4, 1970, which DEVO’s bassist witnessed and credits with being the catalyst of the band. You would figure that the place where DEVO was born, and a place so historical at that, would be at least somewhat noteworthy for people to visit when they’re coming up for the DEVOtional every year. At least we got to do our part.

It was a solemn experience walking down to the victory bell on the commons and looking down on the Taylor Hall parking lot from the perspective of the National Guardsmen who killed four and wounded nine that day. But it was a worthwhile and important one, and all three also enjoyed the visitors center inside Taylor Hall as well, with all its artifacts providing context.

(Here they were looking for coin offerings that matched up with 1970 at I believe Allison’s parking space:)

We also stalked through McGilvrey Hall, which has some May 4 related displays on its first floor and is generally an incredible time capsule of the mid century in terms of its hallways. We peeked into the auditorium in Cartwright Hall, where DEVO have performed—there was a recital going on!—as well.

After some aimless wandering, we headed down the esplanade into town, got handed some Get Out Of Hell Free cards by some old dude, and made our way towards Water Street, which contains a row of buildings that can be seen in the video for “Secret Agent Man.” More nerd behavior ensued.

When that was all said and done, our next goal was sustenance. Taco Tontos was on the menu. On our way down, we ended up running into a poster for DEVOtional, the whole reason these three nerds were here in the first place. We still don’t know the culprit.

We would then discuss all the secrets of the group’s set list while Tavi ate the best burrito he’d had in his life. Actually, we all ended up getting burritos. What weirdos. How deviant from the norm. Another important lesson realized by these friends: Taco Tontos never disappoints.

We made our way back to the campus one last time so the guys could get an Uber and rest up for Friday’s activities.

It was an absolute blast showing the guys around, and it felt like a natural way to kick off the weekend. For me, it was definitely more than satisfying getting to see Kent State finally get some acknowledgment—especially from some talented nerds who have been finding themselves on the forefront of...whatever this modern battleground is. After all, you can’t go forward without knowing your history.

Or an empty stomach.

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Trump and his wife are after the keys they say they're having our son released information our music going after them for what it is people are being killed right now all around each and every Park. They're being slaughtered. Soon they're going to be there in our son watch it says watch out for the assassin bugs he put there. Do you know where the keys are and they're going to go after them and they are currently in Madagascar. A series of movies going to happen.

Thor Freya

It's going fast as hell explaining it to us over and over we're not getting it we look out there and we see the max are at the park and he's telling people they're at the park and we're not listening now this idiot next door told him to do it that way cuz he thinks he can threaten him what I know is he's doing that way so you can get away with it and that dumb f***** keeps on making it so God damn hard you can't deal with the empire at all or with Tommy f it sounds real small and I'm checking it and he's real small like this Tommy f guy desperate and he's trying to threaten with doomsday stuff and I'm getting dragged into it I don't want to go into it and it's happening when he says is we need to do something different it's true our businesses are shut down we're running around like idiots doing practically nothing and we're getting kicked out of the government that's not why I'm home early looks it though but it looks like like that for a year and a half so however long we haven't had a roof metal it says yeah they're friends Tommy f so he's going I don't think so so my friend will have to buy cable and I'll lose this money and won't be able to stay here that's so ridiculous cuz we suck cuz he says yes he says he has to have his jump start the foreigners before we head out for that last voyage after a series of unfortunate events. I don't want to do that movie I'm trying to paddle through 8 ft parasites it's disgusting they're nasty and extremely mean. Fairly soon. And the two guys run and Chris are listening for the gospel and they used to I just didn't tell it like it was and it stopped and look at me and say please proceed because they want to know, we are going to be heading to the parks to intercept people and to get our stuff and yes we're going to trigger the assassin bugs on ourselves and probably exterminate them for someone else and that's going on and we admit it and Ron and Chris smile laugh and say we expected it that's the way it is it's not very good but we do appreciate it it happened many times they're fun to work with and Mike benedetto used to be too but now he's a boob and a dick and a penis and a prick it looks like he gets killed by a bug but not completely it's disgusting the bug comes by hinson and dies it's just really gross. There's a lot of my guys in there and a lot of his and a few other people but not many it looks like we're going to do something and then it looks like we do nothing it was not getting hit by bugs from Mars good Lord how can they see that far and he says I don't know they have telescopic vision I didn't know that. The correct sentences they're hitting the ships that are invading and we put stuff on Mars yeah and we're going after it and that's why. It's going on in moments we have a bunch of these chips within your class A you can't get into the Midwest the empire won't let us we have to try something

Dan

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