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ml-nolan · 4 months

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Kick's 2023 Fic Roundup (YEEEHA!)

[Please use the Kayne Malevolent voice for that title]

SOOOOOO all domains included—fics, original fiction, nonfiction, and copywriting—I wrote over 300k words this year. Of that, fic was 132,449 words! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 I'm pretty proud of it, honestly, so I thought I'd hop on the rundown bandwagon.

Thanks to everyone who read my stuff, kudos-d it, commented on it, and yelled with me about it on Tumblr and Discord (Honk-Honk to all my honkos!!! 💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤). Y'all have made my life so much more fun this year.

The Sandman - Dreamling

Music When You Speak [Rated E | 72,075 words]

When incognito rock star Dream of the Endless drifts into Hob Gadling's record store, it's instant attraction. Neither of them expected things to get this serious.

This started out as an experiment in "taking time to enjoy the scenery," so naturally I had to [SPOILER ALERT] add a kidnapping subplot that ends with Dream naked and covered in blood.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Oops.

I'm so glad so many people loved it. I loved it too. Still do.

Playlist here

Aaaaand complimentary ficlet, Piece by Piece [Rated T | 610 words].

I'll Make You Sorry [Rated E | 12,035 words]

Things from Hob's past are making Hob's hookups run screaming into the night, and it's really freaking him out. Dream is very concerned (both that other people are dreaming Hob's dreams and that Hob takes so many lovers).

This is my only canon-adjacent fic (so far) that isn't ficlet or pure smut, and I enjoyed making both of them so deeply uncomfortable. Also I need to write more Corinthian because I found his voice disturbingly easy to emulate. 😂😂😂

On Sex Dreams and Anachronisms [Rated E | 1,818 words]: Two embarrassing times Dream dropped in on Hob's sexy dreams and one much nicer one. Second silliest thing I wrote this year.

(Not) Spellbound [Rated E | 1,192]: This is just bondage smut. You're welcome. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

How to Extract Your Boyfriend from Toxic Internet Culture [Rated G | 704 words]: By far the silliest thing I wrote this year. Features retired Dream's stint as a True Crime Wine Mom.

One Tall Dark Stranger [Rated G | 565 words]: From the prompt "Accidental Hand Touching."

You Will Not Be Bothered [Rated G | 420 words]: From the prompt "picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face."

I'll Be a Better Man Than My Father Ever Was - Chapter 4 by @chaosclimber | for the Dreamling for Ukraine fundraiser.

[PODFIC] Inappropriate Uses of the Dewey Decimal System and Coworkers by Hob Gadling, no PhD (Chapter 2) by @chaosheadspace | for the Dreamling for Ukraine fundraiser.

Metaphysics by @quillingwords

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The Sandman - Femslash Weekend!

This was so fun, and I have at least one more femslash idea I really hope to have the spoons to finish in January. 💜🖤💜🖤

You're Gonna Catch Hell [Johanna/Mazikeen | Rated E | 2,116 Words]

Johanna Constantine, a gun for hire, is meeting a very dangerous new client at Club Hell. A mysterious woman who spots her right when she enters the club might pose some complications.

Pure smut, although I have an enormous hc around this AU that I'm not sure will ever see the light of day.

Obliterate All Prior Things [Lucienne/Gault | Rated E | Words 3,421]

Whatever horrible thing Lucienne says is happening to The Dreaming is certainly happening. But the other part—the bit where Lucienne thinks she is the reason for it—cannot be allowed to stand. Run away with me, Gault wants to say. We'll find our own way. Be whoever we want. And you can finally rest.

I have huge feelings about Gaulcienne, which will become extremely clear if you read this.

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The Magnus Archives — Goof Troop (aka., TimGerry)

Just an Animal Looking for a Home [Rated E | 33,349 words | Love and Nonsense AU - WIP]

When Tim Stoker came to Pinhole Books, it was like someone jammed a foot on the accelerator of Gerry's life. After a health scare, a wedding to his (let's be honest) soul mate, and the exponential growth of the shop, it's showing no signs of slowing down. Now, Pinhole is opening a second location, their beloved Fiona Law is retiring, and Tim and Gerry are bringing a new canine member into their family. But even good changes can be overwhelming, and Gerry finds himself dealing with old trauma he thought he'd left far behind him. Plus, Tim is unexpectedly forced to face old conflicts, which takes him places where Gerry can't follow. With all these stressors on top of the typical growing pains that come with a still-new marriage, Tim and Gerry have to learn to work through their issues together. It's either that or fall apart.

This is the sequel to Hiding in Plain Sight, which I actually started this in 2022 and took a hiatus while I was writing Music When You Speak (so the word count includes 2022 chapters, don't @ me 😂). It's pretty heavy but I think the break will make the story that much better for it, honestly.

Playlist here.

Also in this AU, a couple ficlets set before TimGerry got together.

What's His Deal? [Rated T | 608 words]: Gerry tries to find out what Tim's deal is. Jon is completely unhelpful. From "Blossoming Romance" Tumblr prompt: "Attempting to find out if they are single/available"

Scoop [Rated E | 682 words]: Gerry has just hired a new employee at Pinhole books, and it may just cost him his sanity. Involves ice cream.

Ad Libitum [Rated E | 1,861 words - WIP]

It's Tim Stoker's first week at The Magnus Conservatory, and his piano accompanist hasn't shown up for auditions. An imposing goth swoops out of the shadows to save him, but Tim worries his instant attraction to the man may make it hard to control himself.

I just started this one! Music conservatory AU where Tim is studying voice and Gerry is a pianist. Excited to see where it goes (honestly, your guess is as good as mine at the moment).

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And of course I've got a book and a Patreon with two serials in progress if you're interested.😉😉😉 But I hope to write a LOT more fic in 2024! Love y'all. 💜🖤💜🖤💜💜🖤💜🖤💜💜🖤💜🖤💜

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murfeelee · 3 months

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No Save Point - Pt2

I used to pray to God, but I think he took a vacation Cuz now the state of Cali is run by these corporations The skyscrapers shadow the homeless, the population The degradation they're faced with should be an abomination Their body parts are stolen and sold to the richest patient And we're the mercenaries at war with the active agents The legislators that work for the sadists that kill the babies Will die Hit the back of a bullet-riddled Mercedes Justice served Murder them, and the chauffeur Hit pump of herb; let my brain exit the earth That's righteous, huh? Cyberpunk holding a pump Keanu Reeves, cyber arm under my sleeve! I blast 'em all Watch 'em fall like autumn leaves D*mnit I can't leave Night City keeps calling me God*mnit I'm a G And this f*k💩 is all it need Life's a f*kin b!tch, but this b!tch ain't divorcing me!

– No Save Point: by Run the Jewels - Cyberpunk 2077 OST ♫♬

MY THOUGHTS & CC CREDITS

MY THOUGHTS

I've been meaning to do this second part of No Save Point for frikkin EVER, but needed to find a good cyber arm ACC to convert and kept putting it off till now. Oops?

CC CREDITS (No links cuz laziness)

- Dude 1 dreads Midnight Hollow Danjaley edit, fur jacket by JS Sims 3, glow shoes by Semller | chains ACC in beta by me

- Dude 2 Maelstrom goggles by me, scuba suit from IP EP, boots from EA's MVSP | Omni Tool ACC in beta by me

- Girl 1 Zendaya braids by RolloRolls, fang grillz & pose by Kosmokhaos, eyes at MTS, dress 435 by Sims2fanbg at TSR, bracer ACC by LiKo, leggings (IDER oops)

- Girl 2 hair Gramsijms Deja by Carver, fur coat by Nemiga, top at TSR, Balenciaga robot legs by iCON, ITF EP boots

- Gun ACCs by Cloudwalker_NZ at MTS

- Gun poses by Cloudwalker_NZ at MTS, Mr. Pon's gun poses, DHAL's espionage poses

- Lambo car by Dailycard, deco gun & grenade by CapitalSims, deco snakes by Helen & Toreno

- Militech hologram light in beta by me

#sims 3 cyberpunk #sims 3 scifi #sims 3 wips #sims 3 gameplay #cyberpunk 2077

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ascendingtostardust · 11 months

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(Sam Kiszka x f reader)

word count: 2.1k

warnings: none, all fluff and dad!sam

a/n: this was going to be a little blurb that turned into 2k words (oops). I didn’t edit it at all so I hope it makes sense and isn’t too hard to read :)

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Sam had gotten into film photography long before the two of you had gotten together, racking up quite the collection of cameras. Some he traveled with, some he never left the house with, and some he never left the house without. He had a preferred use for each one, sometimes testing their limits when he learned about a new technique or feature. This hobby of his was actually how the two of you met.

On a blanket in the shade produced by a tall tree in the park right by your apartment, you sat enjoying the beautifully warm summer day. You rested with your hands behind you, legs outstretched in front of you as you munched on an assortment of fresh fruit you had just bought from the market earlier that day. Completely in your own world, you almost missed the click of a camera a few feet away from you.

When you looked over, the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen stood lowering his camera to rest against his chest. The confused look you shot him caused him to cautiously make his way over to you and apologize for not asking before taking a photo of you. He said that you “just looked so beautiful when you didn’t think anyone was paying attention” in the most sincere way you’d ever heard anyone compliment you.

And just like that…click.

Your entire relationship was documented, which you were extremely grateful for. At first the photos were only from Sam’s perspective, but then also from yours when you felt more comfortable grabbing the camera from him to take a few shots from your own point of view. Being able to show how you viewed each other and your shared experiences through the way you captured those special moments was something you never knew you needed until Sam came into your life.

After a few years of dating, you both knew you were ready to settle down and start getting serious about what the future held for you as a pair. Sam and the band’s schedule was lightening up as his brothers had a few kids of their own and began pushing for more time at home and less time on the road.

When you decided to finally take a pregnancy test after a few weeks of unbearable nausea, your fate as a couple was sealed - you were having a baby. Sam, of course, was over the moon, wanting everyone special in his life to share in his excitement. Bringing new life into the world was a big responsibility, but one that he always knew he wanted to take on. Now it was happening, and it was happening with the love of his life.

Just like every other part of your relationship, your pregnancy journey was documented on the film in Sam’s camera. You swore he sometimes went through a whole roll of film in one day just taking pictures of you and your swollen belly while doing completely mundane, everyday tasks - though he would try to deny it. Every now and then he would get an idea for a few photos and have you pose naturally while he got his shots, but most photos were completely candid. He was respectful of your boundaries, though, and knew when to put the camera down and actually live in the moment that he wanted to capture forever.

From the moment she was born, your daughter heard the click of a camera shutter at least 6 times a day. As a baby, it became a sound that comforted her during those rough moments of nonstop tears. Sam would request one of his less expensive cameras that was devoid of any film and would take the lens off, carefully storing the fragile piece away from any curious hands. You would watch as he brought the old camera to lean against the hip your daughter wasn’t resting on, cranking the small lever on top of the body, and pressing the button next to it to release the shutter.

The fluttering click of the camera would immediately pull your daughter’s attention to the object in his hand without fail, making you stifle a giggle every time you witnessed it. Through her tear-soaked lashes she would watch with wide eyes as Sam repeated the same actions, pretending to take photos of things around the room in an effort to keep his baby’s attention on anything but the cause of her sadness.

As much as she loved the sounds of the camera, though, the same effect could never be repeated by you when Sam was traveling for shows or interviews and nothing you did was calming her down. In those moments the only thing you could do was call Sam and hold the phone to her ear as he sang softly or whispered how much he loved her until she fell asleep. A true daddy’s girl through and through.

There was a long break of touring before Sam had to leave again, both of you preparing for months to make sure that all three members of your little family were ready for Sam to be gone for a few weeks. Your baby was now a toddler, though Sam insisted on calling her his teenager because of how grown up she acted. Her curiosity mixed with Sam’s persistence to answer all questions (mostly) honestly and openly gave her a level of intelligence that both of you were extremely proud of.

Though when it was time for her to say bye-bye to her favorite person in the world, her endless tears caused a few of your own to run down your cheeks. Just when you began accepting the fact that she may simply be inconsolable until he got back home, Sam pulled out a small gift bag overflowing with soft pink tissue paper. Your little one sat down over Sam’s crossed legs as the three of you sat close on the carpeted floor of your living room. As she eagerly pulled the tissue paper from the bag and let it fall carelessly, Sam made sure to hold the bottom of the bag steady so she could reach inside and grab the contents.

A book of empty plastic sleeves cased in a smooth hard cover, a few packets of stickers, and lastly…her own camera.

Her eyes widened as she pulled the bright yellow disposable camera out of the bag with her little hands, looking at Sam as if she couldn’t believe what she was holding. Sam had always told her how special it was to be able to capture a moment and freeze it in time, just like the magic in the books he read to her before bed. And now she held that magic in her hands.

Sam placed the empty bag on the ground, wrapping his arms around her softly, head resting on her small shoulder, as she turned the camera in her hands and inspected each feature.

“I was thinking…” He started, taking the stickers and empty book out of your hands to hold in her lap as he spoke. “Maybe you can take some pictures of yours and mommy’s adventures while I’m away, hm? Just like how I take pictures when we’re all together.”

He leaned forward to gauge her reaction, studying her concentrated face as she continued to hold the camera like it was the most precious gift she’d ever received.

“Do you know how many pictures you can take with that camera?” He knew she didn’t, but gently pointed to the number printed on the front label, whispering “what number is that?” into her ear to help her figure it out.

“36!” She exclaimed, looking up at him with a grin for his approval.

“That’s right, buggy! And you know how long daddy’s going to be away?” He paused to give her a moment to think, not sure if he even told her how long he’d be gone in fear of upsetting her before this very moment. “We’ll be away from each other for 36 days.”

He kept his voice soft, almost as if he was afraid the moment would become too real if he spoke too loud.

“While I’m away with your uncles and you’re here with mommy I want you to take one picture every single day that I’m gone, okay? Do you think you can do that?” He kissed her cheek lightly, rocking the two of them side to side soothingly. Your daughter nodded her head sadly, another wave of tears forming in her eyes.

“But hey, I’ll tell you what…if you take a picture every day with your camera, I’ll take a picture every day with mine and when I get home we’ll get our pictures processed so that we can print them out and put them in your special book. Is that a deal? You think you can do that?”

Another kiss was placed to her cheek but this time he didn’t pull away, closing his eyes to prevent his own tears from rolling down his cheeks.

“Mommy will help you decorate your book with these stickers and then we’ll be able to see what both of us were doing on the same day.” He pulled away to show her the small photo album as she flipped through the empty pages curiously.

“I can do that, daddy,” she said after a few moments of silence. A small smile spread across your lips as he gave her a grin and began showing her how to wind up the camera, what button to press “to make it click,” and where to look to see what she was taking a photo of.

And just like that, a few minutes later it was time for Sam to say his goodbyes before heading out the door and leaving you with a very distraught toddler who started missing her daddy the moment he stepped out the door.

The morning after Sam left, you expected your little one to be miserable once she realized that her dad was really gone for a while. However, your brows furrowed slightly when you heard the patter of feet quickly running down the hallway and into the kitchen where you stood making breakfast for the two of you. Your daughter immediately wrapped her arms around your leg, looking up at you excitedly as your empty hand found its way to the back of her head to hold her close.

“Mommy when can I take my picture for daddy? We can’t forget.” She said matter-of-factly, making you look down to see her serious look. Her favorite tiny purse that she used for dress-up was draped over her arm, something inside weighing it down slightly. It was a sparkly, baby pink bag that was her favorite because her Uncle Josh got it for her when she became old enough to want to dress up and play pretend with him, however she never brought it with her to breakfast.

“Maybe when we go to the market later you can take a pretty picture for daddy, how does that sound?” You said, plating her breakfast and guiding her to the kitchen chair that had her booster seat attached to it. She nodded and handed you the bag before climbing into the chair and sitting in her seat so that she could reach the table, something she did whenever she had something in her hands but needed to get something else done like the little lady she was.

When you grasped the bag, though, you realized what was inside. The camera. Sammy always made sure that he ate breakfast with the two of you, citing that the day just didn’t feel right if it wasn’t started with his girls and so, even with him away, she brought him to breakfast. You felt a pang in your chest at the realization and gently placed the small purse containing her precious item onto the table next to her plate.

After a few bites, your daughter placed her small fork down and began digging through her bag to pull the camera out.

“I think I want daddy to see my breakfast. He probably misses it.” Her tiny voice, filled with so much confidence, made your eyes misty at the thought of her wanting to share her morning with Sam just like he had always made sure to do.

“I think he’d like that, buggy.” You give her a smile, watching as she refamiliarized herself with what buttons did what, just like Sam had shown her the day prior.

And just like that...click.

#please be nice I’m so self conscious of my writing thank u #sam kiszka #gvf #sam kiszka fic #sam kiszka fluff

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happyk44 · 1 year

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jasico prompts!!!!! i have several you can choose ur favorite:

stupid newlyweds who are on honeymoon and therefore their braincells are dead, not noticing weird things happening around them bc 1) they're used to weird shit 2) they just got married and are too into each other to notice the terrorist attacks, alligators, and mafia shootouts

classic coffeeshop au except this coffeeshop is definitely a front for money laundering but the receptionist is So Cute so you can't blame jason for going there everyday

jason has wall of nico photos that are definitely not creepy and he insists that its just his cork board where he puts photos of friends on except its mostly nico.

god!jason kidnaps nico to piss hades off but oops now he's in love and he keeps making excuses as to why he cant release nico: weather's too hot, you owe me money, i have a cold, etc etc

It wasn't a shrine. No matter what Leo said, it wasn't a shrine. Shrines were completely different - Jason knew that. He had a couple actual shrines and this, this was just a photo album. It wasn't even technically dedicated to Nico. It just sort of... ended up there.

Jason couldn't really pinpoint when or how Nico's photos became the prime material of edge page. The album had been a simple idea. Something to look at when he was feeling lonely and remember that he had friends. Initially it was just a small photo book he took with him on his travels but ever since Leo made him that portable printer, he had expanded it to a couple collections.

He hadn't been hiding it either. The albums were innocuous from first glance, protected. Everyone knew he had them, he talked about them all the time. Every time he whipped out his disposable camera, and then later his shock-proof phone, he'd say a quick, "For the album." And they'd smile and pose. There were a lot of candid photos too.

Travelling was just easier for Nico. So he was around more. Checked in more. Of course, Jason was going to have a lot of photos of him.

But as he flipped through his albums, he was beginning to speculate that maybe Leo was onto something. It still wasn't a shrine but...

Well, Nico was pretty. The light caught his face in wonderful angles. There were times he'd be laughing and Jason would think, I have to remember this.

The thing about losing all your memories? You wanted to make sure you had something, just in case it happened again. He wanted physical proof. Leo was here. Piper baked cookies. Hazel had a birthday.

Nico laughed. Nico smiled. Nico disappeared into the corner shadows of the wall. Nico held a puppy. Nico walked around with a half-grown chicken on his head for two hours.

Jason closed the album shut and set it aside. Nerves tousled up inside him. This was... perhaps a problem he had not anticipated. He steeled his breathe inside himself.

It wasn't a shrine. Shrines were for worshipping. For holiness. And his pitures of his friends were important and beloved, but they weren't worshipped. Or holy to him. They were just memories. They were just moments. They were just...

He closed his eyes and exhaled softly.

Sprawled out on the bed, Leo snored. Jason honed in on the sound as he creaked open the album closest to him and reviewed the photos. Nico's hair caught in the moonlight, his head tilted back up to the stars, eyes closed, face blissful. Half a second later when he caught Jason taking a picturing and started laughing. Another half second and the smear of his hand, his dark eyes peeking out just above.

Jason traced the picture.

I knew you loved him, Leo had laughed hours ago as he'd flipped through pages, but I didn't realize it was obsessive horror movie shrine type love.

Of course, Jason loved him. He loved all his friends. Nico was important to him. And these photos weren't - they were just a memories. Just moments.

Jason flipped through the pages of the album. The brushes of air caught against his skin. Thoughts of sinking into shadowy tendrils, the rush of nothingness, fluttered to the front of his mind. Nico's hands cold against his. His quiet, Are you okay? as Jason readjusted to solid ground.

In the album, Nico reflected back at him from every corner. Dark eyes glinting with secret smiles. The curve of his jaw. The spread of his hands. Other people sat in the pages too. But Nico outnumbered them all. He was front and center. Just looking at him filled Jason with a thick warmth he hadn't felt in a very long time.

He paused. An understanding dawned on him.

Of course, I love him, he's my friend, he'd huffed back at Leo earlier. And it's not a shrine.

Leo had grinned wickedly. His eyes were alight with a knowing that Jason detested. He hated the way Leo always seemed to know him better than he knew himself. Not in a factual logical way - but emotionally. Jason could introspect on himself for decades and never come out with the emotional understanding Leo could sniff out just by looking at him.

It's totally a shrine, dude. He'd laughed a little here, hipchecked Jason. And you're not thinking of the same love I'm thinking of.

He didn't elaborate then and Jason didn't ask. But he got it now.

Maybe it was a shrine then. Sort of. Looking at Nico - candid and posed - filled him with a quiet delight, a sense of clarity. And there was devotion there. It sat quiet in his bones, waiting for the moment Nico would appear from the shadows like an unholy angel. Then it would rattle up cut through Jason's core like a hot knife. Like an iron brand.

He'd been branded in the name of a god before. Although then, he had been an unknowing participant, sat down before a group of adults and burned until his tongue bled. His shrine was devoted to a statue. His prayers heard without much response.

This time was different. His shrine was smiles and humanity, warmth. His calls went answered every time. The brand on his soul had been placed there willingly. He'd chased it down with heavy teeth and was rewarded with blood and family.

Jason pushed Leo's legs out of the way and crawled into place next to him.

The last couple of years had been spent wandering around from place to place, restoring temples, building shrines, remembering the forgotten, taking care of the old. In his travels, he'd hoped for a deity he could take pride in like he used to. When he'd ask them what they wanted from a follower, they'd smile knowingly with crooked teeth and sharp eyes and shaky hands.

They knew the truth he was too blind to see.

He'd already found his god.

Now he just needed to prove his devotion.

#jasico #nico di angelo #jason grace #my brain is a little fuzzy so this may or may not make any sense #happy talks pjo #my writing #my fanfic #happy's asks #holycaribou #jason exploring different avenues for faith and religion is v important to me #i think that he becomes disillusioned with the idea of jupiter after the second war #because what the god represents and who he is don't align and it sort of crushes him #but anyway nico is jason's favourite deity (even though he's not one) and jason builds him a temple #i think someone (maybe yone?) already has that written down but my brain is fuzzy so like idk #jasonnico

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yisony07 · 1 year

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Greener Photo Shoot

Tom couldn't believe his luck. For a few days the modeling agency where he worked was allied with an adult magazine and they required a model to pose for the cover. None of the usual models could, and Tom was chosen to do it, despite not being "physically attractive", or so Tom thought.

"You're going to be on the cover Tom, but you'll need a few changes... While you're wearing the leather harness, put this on before you go out..."

Those were the words that the director of the set had commented to him a few hours ago.

It was the night before the photo session, which would take place that morning for time reasons, and the poor man was so nervous that he couldn't sleep a bit. He was even wearing the leather harness to "get into the role" and still couldn't fall asleep. And Tom, half-naked, confused and lying on his bed, couldn't understand what they meant. Much less the part where that wooden mask was so necessary.

"It just has a really nice glow effect…" he commented after seeing a greenish glow on it.

"I'm a photographer… not a model" he thought to himself as he tossed and turned in bed. Something about the situation excited him, although perhaps it was just the fact that he was practically naked in a "garment" that left his chest exposed.

As he usually does with a phone, the mask fell from his hands and hit his face. Tom wanted to take it off, but he was surprised that he couldn't take it off... Was the mask alive?

"What?" he mumbled trying to get up; however, the mask would not allow it, as if he were binding it. With his tentacles it moved around his head, merging with his skin, attaching to his facial features, especially his mouth, connecting with his veins and arteries, controlling him... becoming one with him.

Tom pulled and pulled, but he was in vain. He felt how his hands stopped responding to him and began to pinch his nipples, so that the mask could continue its task. Within seconds he covered his entire head, joining at the back.

Tom couldn't see it, but his eyes turned a deep red. The mask grew increasingly lime green as its consistency, once stiff as wood, became slime-like. A crack sounded and Tom's breasts became firmer, though his overall build was somewhat slimmer. With each change that his body underwent he felt an immense pleasure, which he did not hide, but moaned at a volume that showed it. One of his hands began to pull on it, and when his body had come to an end and the mask seemed indistinguishable from his skin, he ejaculated.

"This is incredible!" he commented with an indescribable joy. A nearby clock, as if he had come to life, sounded an alarm that Tom was quick to notice. "Oops, it's time for this hunk to shine in those photos" he commented smiling and, in the form of a tornado, he left the place, cleaning his liquid from the site.

(...)

"Do you think this will work?" the lead photographer asked as he watched the other workers prepare the set.

"Of course!" replied the set director with satisfaction. "You will see how the sales will go up, because nobody will be able to resist the hottie that he will become".

"If you say so", said the photographer, not very sure.

A nearby wall broke, causing a crash that alerted everyone there. From the hole that was formed, a tornado entered and began to spin all over the place, making and unmaking, improving and worsening the set. In a matter of seconds it stopped, revealing a figure from which emanated smoke that altered the logical faculty of whoever smelled it. It was an attractive figure, dazzling, transmitting power and madness with his seductive red eyes and his sexy green face.

"Smokin!!!" he whispered in a deep voice. "This set is outdated… We must make it perfect so that the world is delighted with the most beautiful thing there is… Me!"

"See? I told you! This is perfect!" exclaimed the director. "Quick, quick, start taking pictures" he ordered the main photographer. "Tom! Do the poses that show off your body."

And Tom spent the night flexing the muscles of his arms, his legs (in compromising positions), abdomen… the magazine would make a lot of money, the director felt. And Tom… would harness his powers to the fullest.

Thanks to @thesantorias94 for the masked pics.

#loki mask transformation #he-mask #the mask #themask #the mask transformation #male transformation #male tf #gay transformation #gay

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dadboat-fr · 2 years

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three neon animalz hatchlings available!

oops! all f pose! with common - unusual - uncommon eyes in that order from L to R. all up on the AH for 50g/kt; l/nk to my hatchery tab is in my pinned post! boosts r super appreciated; ty for taking a look!

#fr #flight rising #fr dragon sales #fr hatchery #fr spiral #these get their own post so capsule haters can see them lol

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fr-thrice · 1 year

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if I'm not careful I'm gonna have to make a tab just for all these damn fae dragons. and I've gotta cool it with the F pose and/or special eyes ones. plus three of them have koi tert oops.

#g postin #dragon share #i think i literally just love my progens so much that it morphs into me also being obsessed with fae dragons. squeezes them #they r all so special to me. also greatroost being full of fluttering wings is becoming so canon

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duskkodesh · 2 years

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Dusk Reviews 3: Teaming Up

Welcome back, today it’s time for Morb’s third appearance: Marvel Team up# 3 featuring the Human Torch. After the movies it’s hard to remember that the Fantastic Four were once A-listers *Snickers*.

Good cover though! This issue had no bloody digital credits page in my scan so I had to delve into the Marvel wiki. Our Penciler this time is Ross Andru, writing by Gerry Conway. The Cover art is credited as Art by: Gil Kane, Vince Colletta and John Costanza. Maybe one guy per character? That certainly looks like a Gil Kane Morb there, and our friend Roy Thomas is now Editor in chief! The issue opens on an argument between two brothers Jacob and Jefferson, the latter of which has fallen in with ‘the bad crowd’ and the former is attending college. They fight and scuffle, Jacob wisely says F this I’m out and leaves but Jefferson spies something in the river. A cold white hand *DRAMATIC MUSIC* Look this kid ain’t all bad I mean he dives right in to save a stranger.

And for that... he gets attacked. I mean Morb is damn hungry. I would be too after that long a swim

So on we go to Spidey who’s having some trouble with the spider powers. He thinks it might be a flu but after a bad fall we cut to the Fantastic Four complex? Compound? Summer home? God I don’t follow these characters. ANYWAYS The Thing is checking some shows out while Johnny Blaze leaves to avoid becoming a huge rocky couch potato. Suddenly there’s a visitor at the door, a distrait woman. Thing calls in the squad to hear her story. The lady is Martine! Sad because her fiance’ has dipped on her and no one knows where he is.

Also he’s... you know, eating people. She says he’d been writing to a professor in Queens so Blaze hears and thinks he’ll head off the group by checking out that lead. See, Blaze already knows about Morb because Spidey blabbed about the whole affair to him. Superhero gossips. Unbeknownst to Blaze Morb is nearby and has a new companion. Seems the young man survived his bite... kinda.

God that dialogue. Ummm, trying not to make a joke about how the two of them have kept from being ‘lonely’ cooped up in an apartment together *COUGH*. So, back to Peter who thinks maybe his Prof will know something about what’s happening to him. We have three losers converging on the same guy who just wants to teach class, good lord. Leave him alone he has papers to grade. So BLAZE AND SPIDER-MAN JUST FLY IN IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS. Like no TACT. This poor freaking Prof. So they all have some tea and chat while Morb makes it to campus but has his normal munchies. Time to snack on a homeless guy because in the 70′s that was most of his food groups. The heroes hear the man scream. Oops. Spidey finds Morb and just... for a guy who should be relieved that Morb is alive and NOT DROWNED SPIDEY ABSOLUTELY BEATS THE PISS OUT OF HIM.

This is when we learn Spidey is definitely afraid of vampires. So Morb hits the heroes with a trash can since there’s no access to any folding chairs. There’s a pretty weak fight here with some hilarious poses and Jacob Bolt hears the noise and thinks Spidey is the aggressor. I mean... kid is right. Jefferson and some others are also there and start turning everyone against the heroes. They beat the shit out of TWO SUPERHEROES. Repeat, a bunch of college guys absolutely trash two heroes!

Morb needs another snack, gets Jacob but his Jefferson Bolt is like ‘How about no’ and Morb clocks him out. The kids start to realize they did bad, Spidey gets up and Morb, being Morb, decides now is a good time to run. They examine Jefferson who is dead... from a single punch. Okay?

I’m not buying it... but also THEY WERE HOLED UP TOGETHER IN AN APARTMENT FOR A MONTH!? A MONTH!!! Blaze spouts some... crap instead of being like “Sorry for your loss” and we get a to be continued ending. 8/10 for some decent art, lots of characters, action. We get Martine again which is cool, but it’s just not quite up to ASM 101-102 quality. Still a good read!

#Morbius #Michael Morbius #Morbius The Living Vampire #Johnny Blaze #The Human Torch #Marvel Comics #Spider-Man #One punch kills a vampire #Morb must be a damn good boxer #Dusk reviews

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thewrittennerd · 1 year

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Author's Note: So, originally, I'd intended for Hallie and Jake's oldest son to be named Elijah but am letting another author have the name and I'll change mine to Ephraim. There will be a connection worked in with a back story behind it.

Credit for spoken lines go to their respective creative writing teams on “All American” (airing Mondays on The CW; Season 5 x Episode 4) and “FBI: International” (airing Tuesdays on CBS; Season 1 x Episode 13)

Previously, in “Baciami Ciao”, Hallie tells Jake her complicated birth story through a series of flashbacks.

Chapter Three

Maverick's jaw slackens with confusion and then shock coursing its way through his bloodstream. His gaze moves from the clear plastic bag being held out to him by Jake and out the window as his mind flashes back in time to a memory he'd never told anyone, not even Iceman, about.

Early 1987 – North Island

As Maverick is heading toward the doors for the base's main structure, his ears pick up on voices raising higher and higher the closer he gets. The dark haired pilot stops in his tracks just to the side of the doors in order to get a better shot at what was being said. “I just don't get why we can't tell him the truth!” Maverick's jaw drops. That belonged to Ron “Slider” Kerner.

“Because, according to Mike, I'm carrying his 'oops' baby. A baby he didn't think we'd ever have because he'd been shooting blanks!” Maverick hears the agitation in Hannah Metcalf's voice as her feet begin storming toward Maverick's hiding spot.

“But it isn't his, Hannah, and if you think for one second that I'm going to stand by and watch you play pretend…then I guess this is over. Don't bother calling me when you're looking for a roll in the hay and don't come knocking when you're needing a shoulder to lean and cry on.”

“But…Ronnie…”

Ron ignores her soft pleas and leaves the mess hall without looking back.

Present Day – Somewhere in the Midwest

Ron is in the middle of a morning session with his yoga instructor via Zoom on his tablet. Just as he is about to move into his next pose, the Siri on Ron's cell phone begins going off with a phone call alert. “Call from…Sarah Kazansky,” the automated voice says.

With a bit of a grumble and a soft, frustrated groan, Ron puts his session on pause long enough to answer his phone. “Kerner,” he responds, his voice coming out a bit more harsh than he actually anticipated. So, with a clearing of his throat, Ron starts his side of the conversation over. “This is Ron Kerner speaking.”

“Admiral Kerner, this is Dr. Hallie Burnett Seresin calling on behalf of Thomas and Sarah Kazansky. I understand that…Ephraim Philip Seresin, you give the toy back to Marley, now.”

Ron hides a gasp from the phone call as the woman who identified herself as Hallie, a doctor, starts ranting in a soft and gentle voice to her son to not break anything of great value in Tom's and Sarah's home with all the running around. “I'm sorry, Mom,” Ron hears the boy (teenager, maybe?) apologize quietly and gently to “Hallie”.

“It's okay. Just be more careful, please?” Hallie says. Her oldest, almost a carbon copy except his blue & green eyes, hugs Hallie gently and kisses the side of her still sleep-mussed and crinkled blonde waves.

“Dr. Burnett?” she hears muffled from upstairs. Hallie leaps from the kitchen chair and goes rushing up the carpet-covered steps, taking them two at a time until she bursts into the master bedroom. Sarah is wearing a panic-filled expression, hand trembling as it holds up the cloth handkerchief her husband is almost never without these days. Hallie nods at seeing the bright crimson stains that adorn the once-white material.

“Limit his activity and the visitors,” Hallie tells the older woman in gentle demand.

J&H | F&H | J&H

“I've been called back to Top Gun.” Jake's voice is soft…reserved…hesitant. Almost as if he's afraid to say it. “That's all I know at the moment. Any other details they're keeping Top Secret and classified.” He pauses for a moment. As if he's wanting to give her a reassuring kiss. But he isn't here and Hallie can focus on their kids and her medical career. Jake sighs. “Judging by your silence I take it that you're shocked by the news.”

Hallie ends the Face Time calling session before she says something she'll regret later and initiate another argument between herself and Jake. Before she can so much as take a sip of the coffee poured before Jake's unexpected phone call, Hallie is greeted by the sight of all of her and Jake's children; from Ephraim down to Marley and Luke, and the youngest, Noah and Nathaniel. They're a mix of hair shade, eye color and skin tone but there's no mistaking who they belong to. “Is it true that Daddy's coming home to here in San Diego? Because then you can get back together!” Fourteen year old Abigail bounces around in her excitement, which is short lived by the heavy sigh that emerges from Hallie's very form. “He is going to stay with us, right Mama?”

“He might live in the barracks, Abby. We didn't discuss the living situation during our phone call,” Hallie tells her daughter.

“But there's still a possibility he could choose here, Mama! He could sleep in one of the guest rooms downstairs. Please, oh please, Mama. Invite him to stay here with us!” Abigail pleads, her ice crystal blue eyes filling up with tears for further effect.

Hallie sighs, knowing she'd already lost this fight. “Ephraim, darling. Go and get some of the fresh linens from the closet. Then, after you've done that, head onto school. You've got that big presentation today.” The teenage boy grins before kissing his mother's cheek loudly and hurrying from the room.

F&H

“This is ridiculous. Jake can't possibly still want me back in his arms again,” Hallie mutters in an attempt at giving herself a well-deserved and probably overdue pep talk. “And even if he did…he probably has a girlfriend by now. Oh why did I have to give into Abigail's pleading with me? It'll be fun, she said. Ugh!”

“I don't.” The suave timbre of his voice with that thick Texan drawl speaks from the shadows all around the pair of former spouses. Whirling around in her startled state after her impromptu pep talk with herself, Hallie finds herself under an intense scrutiny. “Nor do I want to date anyone other than you.” The long, slow movement of his navy blue and white striped polo shirt being pulled up a pair of smooth, muscular six-pack abs is enough to nearly distract his ex-wife from the start of his speech.

Nearly.

“You may be thinking that I could have any woman I want but I don't. Not…one…single…bit. The one I want is standing here in this home that we built from its very bare bones. She may think that I've always been a wild card trying to earn his spot in the playoffs but it's her who held that treasured concept. That I gamble with her heart and the love which connects the deepest part of us both, makes us one. But I don't, Fastball, you know that. We both do.” Jake has finally come to a stop in front of Hallie; the deep intensity of his gaze remaining focused solely on her face.

“Non mi devi niente, nemmeno un discorso di spiegazione,” Hallie tells her former husband. She starts brushing past Jake but he is quick to grasp Hallie's bare forearm, the tops of his fingers just barely grazing the outside of her breast. Hallie doesn't shy away from either touch on her body but boy oh boy do they start wreaking havoc on her insides. (“You don't owe me a thing, not even an explanation speech.”)

“Non sono andato avanti,” Jake murmurs, spiking the temperature of Hallie's nerve endings into a lava-hot boil. (“I haven't moved on.”)

“Onetamente non importa nemmeno,” the words tumble from Hallie's mouth before she can stop them and she remains frozen in place except to lick her suddenly dry, cracked lips. (“Honestly, it doesn't even matter.”)

“Fa a me,” Jake responds in the same murmur from before. (“It does to me.”)

And then, as if they'd been pulled back in time to the moments before Hallie confessed her pregnancy with Noah & Nathaniel, Jake's mouth has crashed to land on her own.

She meets his dueling tongue with a dancing folly of her own, hands not idle as they seek out Jake's broad and firm shoulders. Fingers bunch into tight, awkward and curled fists against the sinew flesh; digging themselves in until Hallie's nails are leaving behind half crescent moon-shaped marks. The blonde starts to realize what she's doing and is about to remove her hands when one of Jake's hands grip Hallie's forearm. “Per favor. Fammi sentire te per stasera.” (“Please. Let me have the feel of you for tonight.”)

“Solo per stanotte,” Hallie responds in a gentle, raspy murmur. (“Just for tonight.”)

“Solo per stanotte,” Jake replies, his green eyes turning into a deep emerald color the deeper he stares into Hallie's blue…sapphire…eyes. (“Just for tonight.”)

They crash together once more; mouths melding, hands seeking. Blood boiling above the normal hottest temperature. Jake tugs gently at the straps of Hallie's matching bra and underwear set in a deep cobalt and sapphire blue shade. The lace he barely pays attention to as Jake's mouth covers the satin beneath. Hallie moans as the flat part of his tongue proves underneath the bottom of her breast, starting a path of kisses and touches that she can't help but keen from, making her slender form go backward into a perfect arched position. It pushes Hallie tighter to the firm muscles that are a part of her ex-husband's chest.

A groan of longing escapes Jake's lips as he's moving into a kneeling position. The warm nature of his breath causes Hallie's stomach muscles to spasm and then ripple. “Are you still jogging when you can?” Jake's question is soft even though it comes from out of nowhere into the left field that was involved in the cat and mouse baseball match between the former spouses.

“Y…Yes. When I can,” Hallie says with a brief nod to go with her answer. Her stomach's muscles quiver as Jake rubs the top of his head and the rough stubble of his five o'clock shadow from unshaven cheeks against the flesh. “Cosa devo fare per farti tornare a casa per occuparti dei nostri figli e restare?” (“What must I do to make you come home to me and our children and stay?”)

“Tutto quello che devi fare e chiedermelo,” Jake replies, looking up at her. (“All you have to do is ask me.”)

“Questo sono io che chiedo,” Hallie says, her voice soft and pleading. (“This is me asking.”)

Jake surges upward off his knees and connects their lips in what could only…if any of their friend groups were witnesses to it…be described as a kiss filled with emotion in heavy droplets.

They stumble together as a unit to switch off the water for the hot tub and then move to the doors along the back wall. Hallie is the first one to grab for a door knob, helping herself and Jake into one of the non-guest rooms; a room designed specifically for them. With lips still locked to Jake's, Hallie has no choice but to jump up slightly until her thighs grip both Jake's hips. He tightens said grip with both hands and steps over to lay Hallie among the bed covers. She uses both caps of her knees to lock in place against Jake's hip so that he couldn't separate himself from Hallie.

Not that Jake really wanted…or planned…to separate himself from the woman beneath him. Widening her stance around him Jake maneuvers his groin snug against her pelvic bone. “Mia moglie, il mio cuore, la mia anima, il mio amore.” (“My wife, my heart, my soul, my love.”

“Mio marito, il mio cuore, la mia anima, il mio amore,” Halle replies, grinding the lower half of her body against Jake's. (“My husband, my heart, my soul, my love.”)

J&H | F&H | J&H

At her home just down the street and around a loop block from Hallie and Jake's, Norah has just put some of her youngest grandchildren to bed after dinner, bath and a bedtime story. The youngest ones Norah sits with in the rocking chair…a staple in her life that she'd found in New Orleans, brought with her to Texas and then to San Diego…setting it into motion with the tips of her sock-covered toes.

And then there's a knock at the front door. It isn't loud, which Norah is grateful about, and she carefully gets up from the rocking chair. With six-month old Noah cradled in her arms Norah the door to the nursery open just a crack, baby monitor hooked to the back pocket of her sweatpants. Emerging from the hallway Norah finally trudges to a stop by the front door, opening it to find a man with buzz-cut short graying hair. “What can I help you with at this time of day, sir?”

“Well this is awkward. I'm looking for Dr. Hallie Seresin. I've been told this is where she lives. I must be at the wrong address because you're definitely not her and you're definitely not her mother.”

“You're wrong. I am her mother.”

#jake seresin #glen powell #alice bellagamba #jake and oc #top gun maverick

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colorisbyshe · 2 years

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Thank you for the recommendation. Oops ! Sorry I forgot to mention, I usually listen to pop rock k-pop j-pop dance melodic & sometimes classical music. I already have Charlie xcx & Beyoncé in my collection. I’ve heard too many sexist songs in it and, although I dislike the subject, I really enjoy the beats.

Hmm, what do you mean by sexist songs? Like sexist Beyoncé songs?? Do you mean sexy?

Anyways, here’s most of the music I’ve downloaded in the last month, most of which has come out recently if you want NEW new music

And here’s the top music I’ve listened to this year. Note: a lot of it after song ~20 is instrumental because I have an instrumental playlist I have on in the background when I read, so a lot of songs more actively listen to got pushed out of the way. My replay playlist top 40-50 songs are all from the sims for this reason but right after that sre some gems like this

If you’re too lazy to look through all the screenshots, I think my notable faves from both the recents AND my top listens in 2022 lists are:

Break my Soul by Beyoncé

Flip That Loona

Yasss Queen Baby Tate

On Repeat Robin Schulz

Pose Loona

Squares Raleigh Ritchie (the lyrics are kinda cringe tho)

Kong 2.0 Steve Aoki

Taikutsuwo… by Eve

Rainbow Halo by Red Velvet

L’enfer Stromae

Teletype Everything Everything (also Pizza Boy)

Find Love and Bad Mode Utada

Naturally Tinashe

Love You Back Madeon (also all my friends)

Pressure Bree Runway

Cameo Kavinsky

Step f(x)

every night e is

ntozabantu lebo mathosa

thank you brave girls (this entire mini tbh)

history, power, and obsession by exo

#if you see i don’t have all the loona mini on my phone… yeha

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loveobsesspink · 2 days

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Hello! Bet you guys thought I'd be gone another year haha. I completely goof and forgot I had taken these while the Doki Doki Event for 2024 was happening. :) Its the newest reward outfit set from Doki Doki. Its a lovely dress with a idle pose (I used gestures for pictures and I held Snowflower Mug. I thought the flower on the collar was a nice touch so I looked through dressing room to see if I had an accessory I could use that matches it (looking back now, I just realized the flower on the Black Rose Earring and Headpiece (F) is dyed a little lighter than the flower on the collar) and thought this accessory looked nice. The Beauty Shoes (F) is one of the few I dyed the skin tone color white (for socks) instead of the pink skin tone color and I actually like how it turned out so I left it as it was. I used the matching bracelet for the gloves (I think I forgot to dye part of it oops) and my usual wings and tail. My friend gave me the adorable Floating Dog and I was happy to add it (replace my halo). This is a little short so I apologize but I have another set of pictures I took at Doki Doki I'll be posting soon so can look forward to that :) I also got a bunch of new outfits just recently and all newly dyed that I'm excited to post as well. ^-^ Have an awesome day and weekend! Outfit: Romantic Ballet Dancer Dress (F) Headpiece: Squirrel School Wig (F) Shoes: Beauty Shoes (F) Gloves: Romantic Ballet Dancer Wrist Corsage (F) Accessories: Snowflower Mug, Black Rose Earring and Headpiece (F) , Succubus Fiend Wings, Wind-Up Tail, Teacup Support Bunny, Shiny Forest Floating Puppy

#mabinogi #erinn #pink #Romantic Ballet Dancer Dress (F)

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oshi-nakadapiroki · 7 months

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Suehirogari live commentary (9/20)

akashi initially leaning on the truck? NICE

istg i lose my mind every time they come in on those trucks

oh to get blown a kiss by tomoe 🥺

akashi pon pon pon! 👉👉

hiroki looks so happy 🥺💖

otegine got the last zoom (good for him)

yikes what's up with the back dancer

HIT AND RUN UCHI NUITE

lol buzen dropped his towel

why did they give kogitsunemaru's new outfit a v-neck? i'm sorry but it makes his neck thing look like a bib

oodenta rly vibing to Starting Now

imanotsurugi holding oodenta's hand is giving flower shop/tattoo parlor au

kogitsunemaru in lost the memory! (AS HE SHOULD)

why are there so few in the audience 😭 the weather isn't even that bad

full body shot of akashi

suishinshi killed that note

kiyomaro: hey suishinshi. look. look. fuji-san 🙌

he go :|

~mofu mofu~

i wanna see akashi be part of a laughing corner

that fan got urashima up close and personal

akashi cheering with the 📣

omfg yasusada and ookanehira stop trying to talk over each other

otegine looks so tall and lanky when he spreads his arms and spin 😂

akashi on the main stage at the end of All For One!

daihannya is such a tease

*to the tune of ignition* yeah yeah yeah

i swear haru-chan says cool sweet swag unironically

hasebe getting close up to the camera

rui has managed the high notes in every performance so far??

daihannya showing some arm

i will admit i've been singing viva carnival these past few days (it's been growing on me like expected)

ame-san moving like oodenta

sorry but the belts holding the drums are so unattractive

AKASHI IS THAT YOU ON THE MINI STAGE BEHIND HIZEN??

TWITTER SAYS HE'S THERE

WHY IS THE CAMERA TEAM ROBBING US OF THIS FOOTAGE

tomoe holding hizen's jacket like he's stopping him from stripping

no kogitsunemaru in danzen this year

nagasone: 🫰🫰🫵🫰🫰

onimaru doesn't run

mr hori AGAIN

the sailor has a candied apple

he offered it to date-senpai!

he's actually holding it for the whole song 😂

the return of the aburaage

oh to be a koi being fed by oodenta's crumbs

HE'S FORCING EVERYONE TO START OVER LMAO

we love a man who's not afraid to admit he loves something

OMFG HORIKAWA BROUGHT KANE-SAN'S KIWAME BROMIDE

try finding someone who loves you more than hachisuka loves hachisuka

MASAKI AND RYUUJI???

YASUSADA LOOKING CONFUSED

IMANOTSURUGI ACTUALLY WENT OVER TO THEM IN THE AUDIENCE

urashima making his brothers shake hands

akashi looking surprised by onimaru

and exhausted lol

DID HE EVEN GET UP THE STAIRS IN TIME FOR THE WAVE

kogitsunemaru singing Endless Night �� (was expecting Versus tbh)

AKASHI OTEGINE HYUUGA SINGING BRAVE SOUL

WHAT THE F UCK

THIS IS SO AGGRESSIVE I NEVER EXPECTED TO SEE THIS SIDE OF AKASHI

keep your shirt ON

hiroki do you even CARE about my ovaries

PLE A SE SIR MAY I HAVE SOME MORE

CHAOTIC ENERGY

WE ARE FIGHTING FOR THE WORLD

hyuuga's got SASS

i need oxygen

URASHIMA DOING DRIVE??

today's setlist is WILD

bless all the shots of akashi smiling when he's vibing on the truck

hiroki nose scrunch

yojiro is becoming like shougo whose speciality is giving fansa to the camera

ryousei giving us some shoulder food

urashima be Gulping that mineral sword water

i wouldn't wanna be taught manners by ookanehira just saying

oop there's the rain ☔️

hachisuka shielding his mic and onimaru not giving a shit

Secret Sign my beloved

UGH that shoulder roll

just seeing his foot in the corner and know he's got the Pose

(did hiroki think his line was a second earlier?)

nagasone don't YELL at him

TERETERE BOUZU

TAKABISHA POZU

utsuhige kuwana buzen

personally i don't think their voices mesh that well

rare yuuta voice break

sayonara tomoe yasusada

sasuga haru-chan with that soft note

more rain

(i just noticed tomoe and akashi wear the same design belt in their new outfits)

i haven't seen hanakage so i still don't know who the masked drum guy is

they zoomed in on one of the back dancers on the last kiss kiss kiss?

then they showed both hachisuka and hizen before the spotlight even came on in kemono

THE SLIT ON KOGITSUNEMARU'S SUEHIRO SHIRT??

ichigo looks possessed

AKASHI SAKEBE

kogitsunemaru comforting imanotsurugi during kimi no uta 😭

HUGS

we got a few shots of akashi during today's curtain call 🥹 thank

#suehirogari #live commentary #my post

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I Forgot That You Existed, I Think He Knows & It’s Nice To Have A Friend??

Thank you! :D I'll choose per question~

Forgot That You Existed: How does your f/o handle being wronged? Do they hold grudges or are they the type who lets everything roll off their back?

Rufus! Yes- fjkhdkjshafk he's looking to provide punishment immediately. He's like :) oh you were rude to my partner? I think perhaps you should be fed to the Wrath Hounds- nice knowing you-

viciously violently seeking revenge fdsajkhfkjdsa though he often hands it off to the Turks rather than dirtying his hands personally.

I Think He Knows: List all of the things about your f/o that make you fall in love with them a little more each time!

Clayman! Ummm everything- fdjshfkjsal he's so fucking cute 🥺❤️ the fact that he can go from intimidating evil man who uses his subordinates like tools and is unmatched in his cruelty to a Fucking Dork obsessed with making scones is the cutest. Best of both worlds. Best of all worlds. And the way he POSES and fufufus when he's proud of himself. Like. Excuse me. Who allowed that- and he dresses so fancy and he has pretty lavender hair and he cares so much about his family and eventually even cares about his subordinates too 🥺🥺🥺 augh

It’s Nice To Have A Friend: Were you and your f/o friends before you became lovers?

Rufus again! We were not! Rufus was aware of me for a few years before he asked me on a date (during his house arrest by his father), due to my achievements within the company and then he kind of became obsessed with me oops-

I mean, of course I knew who the VP was but I'd never met him fdkhakjfds

#laid bare before you #unique skill: beating heart

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teyamsatan · 8 months

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I WANT TO FLY ACROSS THE UNIVERSE, RIGHT NOW OMG AND STAY 😫😫😭

I have to share this

Okay I am gonna go straight up... I was having "fun" in my room yeah... And my mom was out to go walk the dog and I should have had time. I ALWAYS HAVE TIME to go a little louder when she goes for a walk you know ? Like with the dildo😶😳 Otherwise I have to stick with my fingers and dont make a lot of noise because I live with my mother in a small appartment and my room is no far away from the entrance (and her room😑) door... wait for it.

So... I was having my time and all. I was really into it. You know what I mean. Laying on my belly and all 🙄 This pose is great but when your head is in the pillow you dont hear much... And she USUALLY takes a lot of time walking the dog in the morning (well oops its not summer anymore and it rains so sh*t... shorter walks bruh)

When I tell you I was moaning and all and suddenly I hear the door shriek (the key turn), pretty violently and I was like- Oh-Shit shit shit.... I stood up. Closed my door and stayed silent. And I know she heard it... and she knows I know bc she always says "Hi I am back"... Nothing. And I always say "Hi" Nothing.... OMG akward... Then she made a lot of noise doing some stuff and all... AND GUESS WHAT ??? She f*cking left without saying a word ? 😳😭😂😩😩😩 She was like... "I am going to let her finish..."

It was pretty high pitched bc I was close and she heard me suddenly silence—😖😭 I am gonna cry.

What makes it EVEN more akward is that she thought I was still innocent.... like one time, it was probably six months ago I asked her to check on me (like any other mother...well I hope so) it ended up being a mole and stuff and she pointed out at my clit and she said "That's the clitoris" she was like so proud and ready to make her whole speech.

When I tell you I had to stop myself from laughing. Like Mom I know VERY well what it does...

So now she must be like... "Okay yes..."

So akward Sooo akward

I swear if I dont vanish... I dont know how to go out of my room a be like all normal 😂😅

Oh god HAHAHAHAAAHAH sorry bestie i shouldn’t be laughing but i too would be mortified. I remember once i came back home w my boyfriend and we brought condoms and lube and stashed them in the back of my closet and then we forgot about them and my mum LITERALLY TEXTED ME A PHOTO OF THEM AND ASKED ME WHAT SHOULD SHE DO WITH THEM, when i tell you i wanted to DIE!!!

I say just take the L and try to move on and pretend it never happened hshahaahahah, or maybe lie and say you were watching a show and it was a explicit scene?? Hahahahhaha idkkkk bestie!!!!

All i can say is good luck and smooches!!!

#my asks 💕#𖨆♡𖨆 andra's anonnies

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