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secretgamergirl · 5 months

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How a Computer Works - Part 1 (Components)

I am about to teach you on a real fundamental, connecting up electronic components level, how a computer actually works. Before I get into the meat of this though (you can just skip down below the fold if you don't care), here's the reasons I'm sitting doing so in this format:

Like a decade or two ago, companies Facebook pushed this whole "pivot to video" idea on the whole internet with some completely faked data, convincing everyone that everything had to be a video, and we need to start pushing back against that. Especially for stuff like complex explanations of things or instructions, it's much more efficient to just explain things clearly in text, maybe with some visual aids, so people can easily search, scan, and skip around between sections. It's also a hell of a lot easier to host things long term, and you can even print out a text based explainer and not need a computer to read it, keep it on a desk, highlight it, etc.

People are so clueless about how computers actually work that they start really thinking like it's all magical. Even programmers. Aside from how proper knowledge lets you get more out of them, this leads to people spouting off total nonsense about "teaching sand to think" or "everything is just 1s and 0s" or "this 'AI' a con artist who was trying to sell me NFTs a month ago probably really is an amazing creative thinking machine that can do everything he says!"

We used to have this cultural value going where it was expected that if you owned something and used it day to day, you'd have enough basic knowledge of how it worked that if it stopped working you could open it up, see what was wrong, and maybe fix it on your own, or maybe even put one together again from scratch, and that's obviously worth bringing back.

I'm personally working on a totally bonkers DIY project and I'd like to hype up like-minded people for when it gets farther along.

So all that said, have a standard reminder that I am completely reliant on Patreon donations to survive, keep updating this blog, and ideally start getting some PCBs and chips and a nice oscilloscope to get that mystery project off the ground.

Electricity probably doesn't work like how you were taught (and my explanation shouldn't be trusted too far either).

I remember, growing up, hearing all sorts of things about electricity having this sort of magical ability to always find the shortest possible path to where it needs to get, flowing like water, and a bunch of other things that are kind of useful for explaining how a Faraday cage or a lightning rod works, and not conflicting with how simple electronics will have a battery and then a single line of wire going through like a switch and a light bulb or whatever back to the other end of the battery.

If you had this idea drilled into your head hard enough, you might end up thinking that if we have a wire hooked to the negative end of a battery stretching off to the east, and another wire stretching off to the east from the positive end, and we bridge between the two in several places with an LED or something soldered to both ends, only the westernmost one is going to light up, because hey, the shortest path is the one that turns off as quickly as possible to connect to the other side, right? Well turns out no, all three are going to light up, because that "shortest path" thing is a total misunderstanding.

Here's how it actually works, roughly. If you took basic high school chemistry, you learned about how the periodic table is set up, right? A given atom, normally, has whatever number of protons in the core, and the same number of electrons, whipping all over around it, being attracted to those protons but repelled by each other, and there's particular counts of electrons which are super chill with that arrangement so we put those elements in the same column as each other, and then as you count up from those, you get the elements between those either have some electrons that don't fit all tight packed in the tight orbit and just kinda hang out all wide and lonely and "want to" buddy up with another atom that has more room, up to the half full column that can kinda go either way, then as we approach the next happy number they "want to" have a little more company to get right to that cozy tight packed number, and when you have "extra" electrons and "missing" electrons other atoms kinda cozy up and share so they hit those good noble gas counts.

I'm sure real experts want to scream at me for both that and this, but this is basically how electricity works. You have a big pile of something at the "positive" end that's "missing electrons" (for the above reason or maybe actually ionized so they really aren't there), and a "negative" end that's got spares. Then you make wires out of stuff from those middle of the road elements that have awkward electron counts and don't mind buddying up (and also high melting points and some other handy qualities) and you hook those in there. And the electron clouds on all the atoms in the wire get kinda pulled towards the positive side because there's more room over there, but if they full on leave their nucleus needs more electron pals, so yeah neighbors get pulled over, and the whole wire connected to the positive bit ends up with a positive charge to it, and the whole wire on the negative bit is negatively charged, and so yeah, anywhere you bridge the gap between the two, the electrons are pretty stoked about balancing out these two big awkward compromises and they'll start conga lining over to balance things out, and while they're at it they'll light up lights or shake speakers or spin motors or activate electromagnets or whatever other rad things you've worked out how to make happen with a live electric current.

Insulators, Resistors, Waves, and Capacitors

Oh and we typically surround these wires made of things that are super happy about sharing electrons around with materials that are very much "I'm good, thanks," but this isn't an all or nothing system and there's stuff you can connect between the positive and negative ends of things that still pass the current along, but only so much so fast. We use those to make resistors, and those are handy because sometimes you don't want to put all the juice you have through something because it would damage it, and having a resistor anywhere along a path you're putting current through puts a cap on that flow, and also sometimes you might want a wire connected to positive or negative with a really strong resistor so it'll have SOME sort of default charge, but if we get a free(r) flowing connection attached to that wire somewhere else that opens sometimes, screw that little trickle going one way, we're leaning everyone the other way for now.

The other thing with electricity is is that the flow here isn't a basic yes/no thing. How enthusiastically those electrons are getting pulled depends on the difference in charge at the positive and negative ends, and also if you're running super long wires then even if they conduct real good, having all that space to spread along is going to kinda slow things to a trickle, AND the whole thing is kinda going to have some inherent bounciness to it both because we're dealing with electrons whipping and spinning all over and because, since it's a property that's actually useful for a lot of things we do with electricity, the power coming out of the wall has this intentional wobbly nature because we've actually got this ridiculous spinny thing going on that's constantly flip flopping which prong of the socket is positive and which is negative and point is we get these sine waves of strength by default, and they kinda flop over if we're going really far.

Of course there's also a lot of times when you really want to not have your current flow flickering on and off all the time, but hey fortunately one of the first neat little electronic components we ever worked out are capacitors... and look, I'm going to be straight with you. I don't really get capacitors, but the basic idea is you've got two wires that go to big wide plates, and between those you have something that doesn't conduct the electricity normally, but they're so close the electromagnetic fields are like vibing, and then if you disconnect them from the flow they were almost conducting and/or they get charged to their limit, they just can't deal with being so charged up and they'll bridge their own gap and let it out. So basically you give them electricity to hold onto for a bit then pass along, and various sizes of them are super handy if you want to have a delay between throwing a switch and having things start doing their thing, or keeping stuff going after you break a connection, or you make a little branching path where one branch connects all regular and the other goes through a capacitor, and the electricity which is coming in in little pulses effectively comes out as a relatively steady stream because every time it'd cut out the capacity lets its charge go.

We don't just have switches, we have potentiometers.

OK, so... all of the above is just sort of about having a current and maybe worrying about how strong it is, but other than explaining how you can just kinda have main power rails running all over, and just hook stuff across them all willy-nilly rather than being forced to put everything in one big line, but still, all you can do with that is turn the whole thing on and off by breaking the circuit. Incidentally, switches, buttons, keys, and anything else you use to control the behavior of any electronic device really are just physically touching loose wires together or pulling them apart... well wait no, not all, this is a good bit to know.

None of this is actually pass/fail, really, there's wave amplitudes and how big a difference we have between the all. So when you have like, a volume knob, that's a potentiometer, which is a simple little thing where you've got your wire, it's going through a resistor, and then we have another wire we're scraping back and forth along the resistor, using a knob, usually, and the idea is the current only has to go through X percent of the resistor to get to the wire you're moving, which proportionately reduces the resistance. So you have like a 20 volt current, you've got a resistor that'll drop that down to 5 or so, but then you move this other wire down along and you've got this whole dynamic range and you can fine tune it to 15 or 10 or whatever coming down that wire. And what's nice about this again, what's actually coming down the wire is this wobbily wave of current, it's not really just "on" or "off, and as you add resistance, the wobble stays the same, it's just the peaks and valleys get closer to being just flat. Which is great if you're making, say, a knob to control volume, or brightness, or anything you want variable intensity in really.

Hey hey, it's a relay!

Again, a lot of the earliest stuff people did with electronics was really dependent on that analog wobbly waveform angle. Particularly for reproducing sound, and particularly the signals of a telegraph. Those had to travel down wires for absurd distances, and as previously stated, when you do that the signal is going to eventually decay to nothing. But then someone came up with this really basic idea where every so often along those super long wires, you set something up that takes the old signal and uses it to start a new one. They called them relays, because you know, it's like a relay race.

If you know how an electromagnet works (something about the field generated when you coil a bunch of copper wire around an iron core and run an electric current through it), a relay is super simple. You've got an electromagnet in the first circuit you're running, presumably right by where it's going to hit the big charged endpoint, and that magnetically pulls a tab of metal that's acting as a switch on a new circuit. As long as you've got enough juice left to activate the magnet, you slam that switch and voom you've got all the voltage you can generate on the new line.

Relays don't get used too much in other stuff, being unpopular at the time for not being all analog and wobbily (slamming that switch back and forth IS going to be a very binary on or off sorta thing), and they make this loud clacking noise that's actually just super cool to hear in devices that do use them (pinball machines are one of the main surviving use cases I believe) but could be annoying in some cases. What's also neat is that they're a logical AND gate. That is, if you have current flowing into the magnet, AND you have current flowing into the new wire up to the switch, you have it flowing out through the far side of the switch, but if either of those isn't true, nothing happens. Logic gates, to get ahead of myself a bit, are kinda the whole thing with computers, but we still need the rest of them. So for these purposes, relays re only neat if it's the most power and space efficient AND gate you have access to.

Oh and come to think of it, there's no reason we need to have that magnet closing the circuit when it's doing its thing. We could have it closed by default and yank it open by the magnet. Hey, now we're inverting whatever we're getting on the first wire! Neat!

Relay computers clack too loud! Gimme vacuum tubes!

So... let's take a look at the other main thing people used electricity for before coming up with the whole computer thing, our old friend the light bulb! Now I already touched a bit on the whole wacky alternating current thing, and I think this is actually one of the cases that eventually lead to it being adopted so widely, but the earliest light bulbs tended to just use normal direct current, where again, you've got the positive end and the negative end, and we just take a little filament of whatever we have handy that glows when you run enough of a current through it, and we put that in a big glass bulb and pump out all the air we can, because if we don't, the oxygen in there is probably going to change that from glowing a bit to straight up catching on fire and burning immediately.

But, we have a new weird little problem, because of the physics behind that glowing. Making something hot, on a molecular level, is just kinda adding energy to the system so everything jitters around more violently, and if you get something hot enough that it glows, you're getting it all twitchy enough for tinier particles to just fly the hell off it. Specifically photons, that's the light bit, but also hey, remember, electrons are just kinda free moving and whipping all over looking for their naked proton pals... and hey, inside this big glass bulb, we've got that other end of the wire with the more positive charge to it. Why bother wandering up this whole coily filament when we're in a vacuum and there's nothing to get in the way if we just leap straight over that gap? So... they do that, and they're coming in fast and on elliptical approaches and all, so a bunch of electrons overshoot and smack into the glass on the far side, and now one side of every light bulb is getting all gross and burnt from that and turning all brown and we can't have that.

So again, part of the fix is we switched to alternating current so it's at least splitting those wild jumps up to either side, but before that, someone tried to solve this by just... kinda putting a backboard in there. Stick a big metal plate on the end of another wire in the bulb connected to a positive charge, and now OK, all those maverick electrons smack into here and aren't messing up the glass, but also hey, this is a neat little thing. Those electrons are making that hop because they're all hot and bothered. If we're not heating up the plate they're jumping to, and there's no real reason we'd want to, then if we had a negative signal over on that side... nothing would happen. Electrons aren't getting all antsy and jumping back.

So now we have a diode! The name comes because we have two (di-) electrodes (-ode) we care about in the bulb (we're just kind of ignoring the negative one), and it's a one way street for our circuit. That's useful for a lot of stuff, like not having electricity flow backwards through complex systems and mess things up, converting AC to DC (when it flips, current won't flow through the diode so we lop off the bottom of the wave, and hey, we can do that thing with capacitors to release their current during those cutoffs, and if we're clever we can get a pretty steady high).

More electrodes! More electrodes!

So a bit after someone worked out this whole vacuum tube diode thing, someone went hey, what if it was a triode? So, let's stick another electrode in there, and this one just kinda curves around in the middle, just kinda making a grate or a mesh grid, between our hot always flowing filament and that catch plate we're keeping positively charged when it's doing stuff. Well this works in a neat way. If there's a negative charge on it, it's going to be pushing back on those electrons jumping over, and if there's a positive charge on it, it's going to help pull those electrons over (it's all thin, so they're going to shoot right past it, especially if there's way more of a positive charge over on the plate... and here's the super cool part- This is an analog thing. If we have a relatively big negative charge, it's going to repel everything, if it's a relatively big positive, it's going to pull a ton across, if it's right in the middle, it's like it wasn't even in there, and you can have tiny charges for all the gradients in between.

We don't need a huge charge for any of this though, because we're just helping or hindering the big jump from the high voltage stuff, and huh, weren't we doing this whole weak current controlling a strong current thing before with the relay? We were! And this is doing the same thing! Except now we're doing it all analog style, not slapping switch with a magnet, and we can make those wavy currents peak higher or lower and cool, now we can have phone lines boost over long distances too, and make volume knobs, and all that good stuff.

The relay version of this had that cool trick though where you could flip the output. Can we still flip the output? We sure can, we just need some other toys in the mix. See we keep talking about positive charges and negative charges at the ends of our circuits, but these are relative things. I mentioned way back when how you can use resistors to throttle how much of a current we've got, so you can run two wires to that grid in the triode. One connects to a negative charge and the other positive, with resistors on both those lines, and a switch that can break the connection on the positive end. If the positive is disconnected, we've got a negative charge on the grid, since it's all we've got, but if we connect it, and the resistor to the negative end really limits flow, we're positive in the section the grid's in. And over on the side with the collecting plate, we branch off with another resistor setup so the negative charge on that side is normally the only viable connection for a positive, but when we flip the grid to positive, we're jumping across the gap in the vacuum tube, and that's a big open flow so we'll just take those electrons instead of the ones that have to squeeze through a tight resistor to get there.

That explanation is probably a bit hard to follow because I'm over here trying to explain it based on how the electrons are actually getting pulled around. In the world of electronics everyone decided to just pretend the flow is going the other way because it makes stuff easier to follow. So pretend we have magical positrons that go the other way and if they have nothing better to do they go down the path where we have all the fun stuff further down the circuit lighting lights and all that even though it's a tight squeeze through a resistor, because there's a yucky double negative in the triode and that's worse, but we have the switch rigged up to make that a nice positive go signal to the resistance free promised land with a bonus booster to cut across, so we're just gonna go that way when the grid signal's connected.

Oh and you can make other sorts of logic circuits or double up on them in a single tube if you add more grids and such, which we did for a while, but not really relevant these days.

Cool history lesson but I know there's no relays or vacuum tubes in my computer.

Right, so the above things are how we used to make computers, but they were super bulky, and you'd have to deal with how relays are super loud and kinda slow, and vacuum tubes need a big power draw and get hot. What we use instead of either of those these days are transistors. See after spending a good number of years working out all this circuit flow stuff with vacuum tubes we eventually focused on how the real important thing in all of this is how with the right materials you can make a little juncture where current flows between a positive and negative charge if a third wire going in there is also positively charged, but if it's negatively charged we're pulling over. And turns out there is a WAY more efficient way of doing that if you take a chunk of good ol' middle of the electron road silicon, and just kinda lightly paint the side of it with just the tiniest amount of positive leaning and negative leaning elements on the sides.

Really transistors don't require understanding anything new past the large number of topics already covered here, they're just more compact about it. Positive leaning bit, negative leaning bit, wildcard in the middle, like a vacuum tube. Based on the concepts of pulling electrons around from chemistry, like a circuit in general. The control wire in the middle kinda works in just a pass-fail sort of way, like a relay. They're just really nice compared to the older alternatives because they don't make noise or have moving parts to wear down, you don't have to run enough current through them for metal to start glowing and the whole room to heat up, and you can make them small. Absurdly small. Like... need an electron microscope to see them small.

And of course you can also make an inverter super tiny like that, and a diode (while you're at it you can use special materials or phosphors to make them light emitting, go LEDs!) and resistors can get pretty damn small if you just use less of a more resistant material, capacitors I think have a limit to how tiny you can get, practically, but yeah, you now know enough of the basic fundamentals of how computers work to throw some logic gates together. We've covered how a relay, triode, or transistor function as an AND gate. An OR gate is super easy, you just stick diodes on two wires so you don't have messy backflow then connect them together and lead off there. If you can get your head around wiring up an inverter (AKA NOT), hey, stick one after an AND to get a NAND, or an OR to get a NOR. You can work out XOR and XNOR from there right? Just build 4 NANDs, pass input A into gates 1 and 2, B into 2 and 3, 2's output into 1 and 3, 1 and 3's output into 4 for a XOR, use NORs instead for a XNOR. That's all of them right? So now just build a ton of those and arrange them into a computer. It's all logic and math from there.

Oh right. It's... an absurd amount of logic and math, and I can only fit so many words in a blog post. So we'll have to go all...

CONTINUED IN PART 2!

Meanwhile, again, if you can spare some cash I'd really appreciate it.

#computers #computer science #history #electronics #education #relays #transistors #vacuum tubes

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palaceofpassion · 6 months

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The life of a House Husband

"Uhm... are you sure that I'm needed for this sir?" Jaune Arc was many things, he was a young awkward man, he was also the only boy in a household of eight women. Something that had a rather grand affect on his life, from cooking to cleaning, he could do every household task with ease. Something that had come akin to his mother wanting everyone to chip in.

And of course, being under the thumbs of his sisters. Whether it was through brute force, or being unable to say no. So... when he received a call from Headmaster Ozpin, of Beacon Academy, that he had a job for him, he was a little shocked.

"Yes, Glynda has informed me that you're quite skilled at helping others."

His cheeks felt flushed as he stared at the elderly man. "I mean, my semblance is good at helping bring out positive emotions but... I wouldn't really say I'm good at helping others." That was a lie, and he sort of wondered what his Auntie Glynda had told him. Glynda being his late father's sister of course.

"Mmhmm, she has spoken quite highly of you."

Now he was just embarrassed, "Oh. Well, that's honors." She was very brutal about the truth, even to family. "But I don't see why that means anything here."

"Well you see." Ozpin put a photo on his desk, ushering Jaune to pick it up. To which he did of course, the image had four young women. Ordered from tallest to shortest. Though he did note that three of them were quite short when compared to the tall redhead, who appeared to rival even him in height. "These four young women are some of our, if not the most promising huntresses this year... except."

"Except what sir?" He was a little confused, a bit embarrassed, if they were important and famous, he should know them... but he was kind of just a country bumpkin.

"Except that they would be unable to take care of themselves if left to their own devices. " Ozpin seemed frustrated by the statement, grabbing a cup of coffee to take a deep sip before continuing, "You see Mr. Arc. These four are the hope of Beacon, and while I would love for them to succeed, they have... problems. Ms. Cruz." He pointed at one of the shorter girls... actually THE shortest. With soft green hair, and dazzling emerald eyes. "She has unfortunately had... issues with the loss of her past team, so it's hard for her to open up to others, and she lacks self confidence in herself. And while the most calculating mind on her team, and their leader... it's doubtful whether she'll be able to communicate with the other three." He next pointed at the next shortest girl, with snow white hair, and frosty blue eyes, "Ms. Schnee is... strong willed, to say the least. She's grown in an environment that was about being used or to use others. As such, she'll be abrasive to the others, she also has very little experience with chores or taking care of herself, or so her mother has informed me."

Next was the maroon haired woman, with a stoutly figure, and pretty grey eyes, "This is May Zedong. She's similar to Ms. Cruz, but whereas Ms. Cruz has fears of being around others. May chooses not to involve herself, she's also had a hard time. Apparently she's had issues with both male and female students in the past. And likes to keep to herself. She's also quite soft spoken."

"And finally, this." He pointed out the dazzling red haired woman, with shining green eyes. "Is Pyrrha Nikos, she is, the strongest member of their team. However, she lacks the will to lead. She would rather not ruffle any feathers, and takes on an overtly polite persona when around other people. She's also quite famous, so it's not strange for people to come to her with ulterior motives. She's not quick to let people in, especially when she feels they'll be coming for her name. Unfortunately Ms. Schnee has already seemed to get on her bad side, and whether they'll work together at this point is impossible to tell."

There was obvious frustration in his voice, "Unfortunately, while each are all incredibly skilled huntresses, they haven't put much time, nor want, into self care. And that's where you come in." "So... you want me to be a nanny?" "Something to that effect, though you'll also be providing them with a shoulder to stand on." He wanted to say something, but as the most normal sibling, amongst a cavalcade of spectacular and amazing sisters. He sort of knew his position, and knew where people with talent tended to lie. Their single minded pursuit on improvement and being the bet. Especially if they have mental or emotional hang ups... he hated to admit it. But his semblance would definitely help. But more than that, as he listened to their stories, he wanted to help. "Okay." He would do what he could to help ease their lives, and besides... while he never wanted to be a huntsman. It would be interesting to see what kind of lives they lived.

While eyeing the image, he started to try to work things out. He didn't know their backstories, but one was afraid that she would see others die, or that she would be the cause. One is afraid of letting others in, because she's lived in a harsh environment, one is unable to communicate her feelings with others, used to being ignored... or something happened between her and a past team. And one has learned to close her heart, an actress if you will... He took a deep breath and sighed, "Okay, I suppose I should go meet them." "Mmhmm, they've already been informed of your... inclusion." He nodded, hopefully things wouldn't be too bad. But as he held the photo, he couldn't help but worry.

#Jaune Arc #May Zedong #Pyrrha Nikos #WEiss Schnee #Jessica Cruz #Householdarc #Will contain smut #eventually #mostly just silly asks

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starandcloud · 23 days

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John "Soap" MacTavish Headcannons

This man can SPRINT in heels I will die on this hill

If it wasn't for the military, he'd sleep until noon

Probably work a nightshift too

He needs coffee to function, if he doesn't have coffee he's a grouch

Takes his time waking up, not an early bird

He needs like five alarms to wake up

Bathroom first kind of person

Sometimes takes a shower in the morning, depends on if he didn't the night before

COFFEE and juice

Sweet tooth, a horrible sweet tooth

Chocolate chip pancakes are his go to, or whatever the canteen has tbh he's not that picky

He sleeps in whatever, or just his boxers does not care-

He does not dress up, he's in a uniform and looks presentable 9/10 out of ten. He's in a t-shirt and sweats when he's not deployed

Takes a shower every night, sometimes multiple times in the same night if he still feels grimey after the first one

He doesn't take baths often, but when he does it has bubbles and a rubber duckie. He likes the simple things in life guys

He likes simple scents, nothing complex

He hates 3-in-1

He likes Mint toothpaste

He eats when he can, but has pocket snacks

He loves home cooked meals

He likes smoothies, the purple ones (that he can never remember the name of) he gets from a smoothie shop are his favorites

He never makes meals for later, he's not that organized-

Rarely has leftovers

Get's fast food once in a blue moon

Doesn't eat out much, unless it's a special occasion

He does most of the chores, he has a specific way he does things

DESPISES dishes, hates the feeling of the food being squishy and soft under his fingers

IMMEDIATELY washes dishes after using them

Does have a "laundry chair" but it doesn't last long tbh

Makes his bed in the morning, military taught him well

Has a car, but that's about it

Owns a car, but it's this little puddle hopper and it's beat up- He could afford a better car, but he's deployed a lot so he probably won't buy one

He literally takes his car through the biggest puddles ever, just to see the water arch. He's easily amused

Hates boats, especially after Graves

He has an Android

Special ringtones for everyone he cares about

He has it silenced 9/10, he silences it for missions and forgets to unsilence it

He has candy-crush on his phone and I will stand firm on this

He has the basic lock and home screens

He has snapchat but uses it for the filters, also has facebook for market place and Tiktok for the car videos

He has a few followers on Tiktok

He can block someone easy

He posts his cooking fails online

He probably has angered the baking/cooking niche online A LOT, dude probably has callouts from five years ago because he doesn't care-

He sleeps whenever, but totally has sleeping meds for his PTSD

He can either be up all night or in seconds, depends on how tired he is tbh

He's a light sleeper

He talks in his sleep, but it's mostly mumbles

Has nightmares more often than not

Has a bit of light from his TV, finds it hard to sleep without it

Sleeps with every window and door locked

Has his bed in the corner of the wall, hard to be attacked from both sides

His handwritting is damn near impossible to understand, sometimes Price has a hard time deciphering it

He's an outdoorsy type

The first memory is of being with him mom at a fair

He likes bread, just bread ;-;

He listens to literally everything, except classical it puts him to sleep

Very Artsy

He has Bachlers degree

He loves cats, and has one at his moms

Struggles with gifts tbh

He went from the tallest in his family, to the one of the shortest on his team

He's huge on physical touch, especially with his partner

He said something that made Ghost stop in his tracks once, and then ever did again. It was so stupid it was smart

Soap is so fucking sociable it honestly annoys Ghost

He really wants to get married, but doesn't want to put the stress of him always being deployed on his spouse and he doesn't want to die on them

He's allergic to Buckwheat, Shellfish, Balsam of Peru, Tegretol, and Cosmetics

Whenever something traumatic happens he shrugs and goes: "Well that happened" and goes on with his life

He has a lot of scars, mostly from war itself most of them are on his upper arms but some are on his chest and forearms

He has a scar from getting a gash on his leg when playing when he was a kid, he needed A LOT of stitches

He has one that looks like a cresant moon on his right hand ring finger

He honestly doesn't mind when people trace his scars, it's kinda soothing

A little kid once asked about one on his chest, which he got when a bomb went on prematurely, and he said he got it from a T-Rex to entertain the kid.

That was also when he decided he wanted kids, when the kids eyes blew open wide and they bounced on their toes asking more questions. Which he provided absurd answers until the kids mom rushed over and apologized

The one on his chest was from a near-death experience, learned really quick how to run really really fast

He holds his partner close during cuddling, if their back is against his chest his face in buried in their neck. If he's laying on top of them, he has his head against their stomach and his arms protectively around their waist, or if his head is on his lap he just gently holds them and usually falls asleep

He's close with all of his family but is 1n00% a momma's boy

He stims by making faces, which is slightly weird if you don't know him wel

#soap #Soap #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap mctavish #soap mw3 #141 #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish #Soap headcanons #john mactavish #johnny mactavish #Johnny Mactavish headcanons

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harryistheonlyoneforme · 1 year

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Could We Live With Just A Taste*

pairing: drug dealer(plug) harry x reader

warnings: drug use, intoxication, unprotected sex, oral (both receiving)

YESTERDAY

YN: What are you up to tomorrow night?

Harry: Nothing, why? That desperate for me already? I just had you crying on my cock yesterday😏

YN: Shut the fuck up, asshole. I have something I want us to try🙄

Harry: You’re no fun😐

YN: *sends a tiktok of vegan weed brownies*

Harry: Yeah, I’m down. I can buy all the ingredients and you can come over tomorrow night so we can bake them?

YN: That works

Harry: Liked “That works”

CURRENT DAY

Harry is currently at his local grocery store, glancing down at his phone as he scans the aisles for all of the ingredients he needs to execute the recipe that YN sent him yesterday.

He obviously has the CBD oil that’s needed for the brownies, but of course his home is not stocked with any of the other ingredients needed for it to work.

Before he left his house, he searched all of the cupboards for anything he could use in the recipe, and that was a reality check for him. He literally had no groceries, so he made a mental note to grab some along with whatever the recipe called for, as well as some things to cook and eat for a while. He also vowed to stop eating out as much, it’s truly a shame how much money he spends on delivery each week.

Once he has all of the ingredients and groceries in the basket, he makes his way to the front of the store, toward the shortest checkout line.

Just his luck, the shortest line is being worked by a woman about his age who has been ogling him and his tattoos since he walked in, but he’s completely uninterested.

She’s a gorgeous woman. Breathtaking, actually, but for some reason he doesn’t even look at her twice. He makes his way to the belt and places his items on, sliding toward the pay area as she scans them.

Her attention is mostly on him, not on the groceries, as she eyes his thick biceps and the tattoos that reside all over him. Once he’s directly in front of her, he notes that she bends forward a bit and pushes her shoulders together slightly to show off her cleavage, and both Harry and the bagger that looks to be a teenager roll their eyes at the futile attempt.

She goes to open her mouth, no doubt to flirt with him, but he speaks up before she can.

“I have a girlfriend,” he responds gruffly, sliding his card into the chip reader and ignoring the way her demeanour changed from flirty and bubbly to annoyed and rude.

He types his pin in and transaction is approved, and he chuckles to himself as she snatches the receipt from the machine and forcefully passes it to him, but he thanks her anyway and grabs his bags, heading out of the store and to his car.

He was lying, of course. YN isn’t his girlfriend, but she didn’t have to know that.

YN hums softly as she rinses the soap from her body and turns the faucet off, stepping out of the shower before wrapping her towel around her wet body.

She takes her time getting ready to leave, not wanting to leave too early and arrive before the time she and Harry agreed on. It takes her longer than normal to dry off and moisturize her skin, but once she’s done she has enough time to pick a comfy outfit

Her decided outfit is just some plain grey leggings with a black thong and a t-shirt that she’d stolen from Harry after she’d spent the night at his place, and she’d forgone a bra, as they always tug at her nipple piercings.

She’s barely able to contain her excitement as she sprays on some perfume, throwing on some shoes before grabbing her keys and phone to head out the door.

The bright sun in the sky makes her squint as she heads to her car, hopping in before exclaiming softly in pain as the seats and seatbelt buckle burn her skin.

She shakes it off and turns on the engine, letting the car get cool before she pulls out of the driveway and makes her way to Harry’s house.

On the way, she sees his favourite Chinese restaurant and decides to stop in to grab them some food, realizing just how hungry she was. It takes longer than she expected, but she’s honestly kind of happy for the delay, not wanting to arrive at his house on the dot.

A knock sounds on Harry’s door as he’s just sitting down and watching some TV, awaiting YN’s arrival. He hops off the couch almost too excitedly, opening the door to see YN smiling brightly at him and holding a paper bag to pass off to him.

She speaks up before he can, and he’s never been more glad for that, because he genuinely doesn’t think he can form words right now, and he’s just admiring how gorgeous she looks.

“I went and grabbed some Chinese on the way, I hope that’s okay?” she questions, and he just nods, still unable to form any words. She stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before she speaks up again. “Can I come in or…?” she trails off, chuckling as he snaps out of his trance.

“Oh, shit, yeah. Of course, sorry,” he tells her, moving out of the way so that she can enter. She heads straight for the couch as Harry closes the door before trailing behind her, mentally berating himself for being an actual idiot.

The two of them settle in on the couch before he passes her the remote to find something to watch, and he isn’t surprised at all when she chooses Jane the Virgin, the show they’d started binge watching together the last time she was over.

They dig into their food for a bit, but they get pretty full quickly, plus they want to save some room for the brownies. At some point during the episode, YN ended up cuddling with Harry, her body underneath his arm as she rests her head on his chest.

He doesn’t mind, of course, but it really is hard to focus on the show with how close she is to him. It’s like she can sense him staring at her, and she looks up with a small smile before sitting up slightly and pressing a kiss to his lips.

It surprises him, but he’s quick to snap back and leans down to kiss her again, deepening it slightly before biting down on her lip gently. That sends her over the edge, and she’s unable to keep her cool any longer, maneuvering her body and climbing onto his lap while their lips are still connected.

He groans into her mouth as she sits down right onto his erection, her warmth encapsulating his cock. He’s rock hard beneath her when she starts to grind against him slowly, providing pleasure to the both of them. The feeling makes him buck up into her as well, precum leaking from his cock and leaving a small spot on his pants.

Placing his hands onto her hips, Harry matches YN’s hips the speed of his own, working her on his lap through their clothes. It’s all so rushed and messy, but neither of them care, pleasure clouding their thoughts.

She groans into his mouth as he helps her along his erection, the friction from their thin clothes providing some much needed stimulation to her clit.

YN pulls away begrudgingly, trying her hardest to ignore the wetness that’s started to leak into her panties. Frowning, Harry tries to go in for another kiss and she grants him a peck before pulling away once more.

“Okay, okay. We’re never going to get to the brownies if we keep this up. Cmon, I’ll suck you off while they’re baking” she tells him, standing up and heading to the kitchen.

Harry’s never moved so quickly in his life, hopping off the couch clumsily, but he doesn’t follow her right away. He can’t help but stare at her ass in those tight leggings as she walks away, adjusting his pants a bit before following behind her.

Taking a look at all of the ingredients on the counter, YN pulls up the recipe and calls Harry over so they can get started, reading them aloud. The two of them move like a perfect pair as they mix all of the ingredients, and by the time they’re done the kitchen smells wonderful.

YN places the brownies into the heated oven as Harry cleans up the remaining clutter on the island, taking the oven mitts off and placing them on the counter. She leans back against the cool marble, just watching him move the things around before he’s making his way to her and trapping her in front of the counter, leaning down to press his lips to hers.

They kiss passionately before YN reaches down to the bulge in his pants, making him pull away with a groan. “If I remember correctly, I think you promised me something while the brownies are cooking,” he smirks, and she rolls her eyes playfully before dropping to her knees and tugging on his pants, right in front of the oven.

She spits in her hand a bit before stroking him slowly, his precum working as the perfect added lubricant. He moans softly as she does, but his breath gets caught in his throat as she leans forward, placing her lips on the head of him before taking him about halfway down.

The heat radiating off the oven is a nice touch, and she reminds herself to ask Harry to do something to keep her warm the next time she sucks him off.

It’s a gift, really, the way she can multitask this way; literally sucking a cock and thinking about other ways to keep warm the next time she does it.

Stroking what doesn’t fit into her mouth, she suckles on the head of him for a bit, dipping the tip of her tongue into his slit and humming at the bead of slightly salty precum that gets on her tongue.

“Shit, ‘s like you’ve been taking lessons on sucking cock. Your mouth is heaven,” he pants, thrusting shallowly into her mouth and throwing his head back when she gags on him slightly, closing around his sensitive head. “Ohhhh fuck I swear your mouth was made for me,” he whines, slamming his hand onto the island to stabilize himself, his knees buckling slightly.

She hums and chuckles around him at the reaction she’s getting, the vibrations sending shocks through Harry’s entire body. “Wait, shit. Do that again, ‘m close,” he warns her, choking on a moan when she does so immediately. It’s insane how quickly she can make him cum, no one has ever had this effect on him.

“Fuck me,” he sighs, shivering as a chill runs through his body. “I definitely need a break after that one, you just sucked the life out of me,” he tells her. squeezing his eyes shut as she tucks his sensitive cock back into his pants.

She laughs loudly at his words, and Harry has to squeeze his eyes shut as she tucks his sensitive cock back into his pants. They head to the couch and continue their show while the brownies cook, just as they did before.

When the brownies are done cooking, they let them cool for a bit before cutting them and eating them right over the pan, that’s how fucking delicious they are.

They eat two each before waiting a bit, watching some more TV as they wait for the effects to kick in. It doesn’t, though, and they’re confused when they feel as normal as ever.

With a disappointed sigh, YN speaks up. “Maybe we did something wrong, measured the oil wrong or something. I don’t feel anything,” she mumbles, snuggling into him on the couch.

“Yeah, we probably didn’t put enough, we can try again another time,” he encourages her, rubbing up and down her arm gently as he knows how excited she was for this to work.

She nods gently and lies her head on him, shifting her attention back to the TV as they continue watching their show, not feeling any different than they normally do.

By the time they’re about two more episodes in, they finally start to feel something. Their heads are floaty and their eyes are droopy, their bodies entirely relaxed.

YN is hyper aware of everything happening around her, all of Harry’s body heat, the fibres on the couch, and even the slight static that can be heard beneath the TV show, and it’s sending her mind into overdrive.

They’re high out of their fucking minds, and they’re realizing one brownie was probably enough to get them high. It’s too late now, though, and when Harry looks to YN lazily with those droopy eyes, she’s ready to jump his bones. She’s still soaked from the dry humping, and she can’t take this much longer.

“Do you wanna have sex?” she asks him bluntly, catching him by surprise. He’s speechless for a moment, but as his mind finally catches up, he sits up abruptly.

“Hell yes, cmon. Take your clothes off,” he tells her, making her giggle. She instantly obliges, standing up to take her leggings off and heading to his room, but he stops her and pulls her into his lap.

“No, need to see you get off right here,” he tells her, and she looks at him confusedly before he’s helping her out by moving her to straddle his thigh. “Y’gonna ride my thigh so I can see you fall apart before I actually get my hands on you,” he explains, the filthy words making her moan.

She immediately places her hands on his shoulders and moves her hips to test, a groan leaving her lips as the material of his pants creates the perfect amount of friction against her clit.

It’s way better than where they’d left off earlier, the removal of her panties and pants feeling absolutely life changing. To make the experience even more wonderful for her, Harry leans forward and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently on the sensitive bud before pulling away breathlessly.

“Fuck, I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful” he whispers, keeping his eyes on her as he wraps his lips around her nipple once more, focusing on the reaction he gets from her.

He flicks his tongue around the silver barbell once more before catching it in between his teeth and pulling gently, prompting her to let out a guttural moan, the bite of the pain making her entire body tingle.

“Such a needy little thing, hm? Just so desperate for Daddy to take care of you?” he coos condescendingly, humming as she nods and quickens her pace, chasing her orgasm. She throws her head back slightly and her jaw drops as she starts to throb against the material, her orgasm so close she can practically taste it.

The filthy sight makes his cock twitch in his pants, and he can barely contain himself when she bites down onto his shoulder to conceal her loud moans as her orgasm takes over her, shooting through her body.

After giving her a moment to collect herself, he pulls her into his chest and stands from the couch on slightly shaky legs, wrapping hers around him as he carrie’s her up the stairs and to his bedroom skilfully, and neither of them know how he does so intoxicated.

Stepping into the room, he places her down on the centre before climbing on as well, lying on his stomach so that his face is right by her pussy.

“I really need to taste you,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around her thighs before diving in immediately, no time wasted. Her back arches at the feeling of his tongue swiping between her swollen folds, her clit still sensitive from cumming on his thigh just moments ago.

“Shit!” she cries, reaching down to fist at his hair, tugging on his roots as he devours her, licking places she didn’t even know could feel pleasurable. She’s already close from all of the overstimulation, and when he shoves his tongue into her as far as it can go and his nose nudges her clit, she cums all over his mouth with a broken gasp, twitching and pulling away from the sensation.

Her chest is heaving as he sits up, his chin glistening with her orgasm as he climbs up and presses his lips to hers. She groans softly at the taste of herself on his mouth, reaching down to stroke his hard cock gently while their lips are still attached.

He’s definitely ready to go now, not as sensitive as he was when she sucked him off. Pulling away, he looks to her for permission. “Are y’ready for me or do you need a minute?” he questions, looking into her eyes for any sign of uncertainty.

She nods eagerly at his question, wrapping her legs around his waist in response. He immediately lines up with her sopping hole, angling his hips to slide into her. The feeling makes her gasp in shock, wrapping her arms around his shoulders so that she can bury her face into his neck.

The feeling of him stretching her over sensitive walls is like no other, and she wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world. She can feel each and every ridge and vein along his thick shaft, and his leaking head is nestled right against her g-spot.

All of these things have her bucking her hips in attempt to get him to move, desperate for another orgasm, this time on his cock. He obliges instantly, pulling out to thrust into the exact same spot once more. The fast pace he sets immediately has her seeing stars, the precise movements of his hips making her lose all sanity.

She’s already squirming and sobbing loudly in pleasure, trying to find some relief from his bruising thrusts, but he supplies her with none, knowing that if she truly needed to stop she’d let him know. They have safewords and signals for that exact reason. Not to mention the fact that he knows her body like the back of his hand by now, and he’s very certain of her limits.

“Wait- please, fuck!” she yells, her eyes rolling back as another inevitable orgasm builds, causing her to shake unceasingly, his thrusts unforgiving. “Can’t take it,” she whines,

“You can and you will, always do,” he coos. “I’ve got you, just cum for Daddy,” his soft words are grounding for her as his hips don’t falter, forcing her to take the pleasure. At that, she finally relaxes and lets her mind and body go, her orgasm hitting her so hard she chokes on her breath.

Harry leans down to press soothing kisses all over her neck and shoulders, keeping her close as he feels her start to squirt around him and soak his lower stomach. She’s shaking as she does, a loud wail falling from her dry throat.

It only prolongs her orgasm when he doesn’t stop thrusting deeply inside of her and by the time she’s finished squirting, wordless babbles are the only noises she can produce.

“Made such a mess for me, pet,” he rasps, sitting up and rubbing the evidence of her orgasm all over her thighs and making the mess bigger. “Gonna have to make you lick this up when we’re done,” he coos to her, making her eyes fly open at the meaning of his words.

That means they’re not done, and she groans at the thought of cumming again, but she wouldn’t ask him to stop even if the world depends on it. He truly fucks her so well.

Her over sensitive walls are fluttering around him as he adds some more depth to his thrusts, tears of pleasure falling from her eyes when he hits her g-spot. The pressure makes her eyes roll back, and Harry just has to say something about it.

“Such a dumb baby, look at you, all drunk on m’cock,” he teases condescendingly, bringing a hand up to her jaw and placing his thumb on her bottom lip to force her mouth open.

The moment it’s wide enough for him, he leans over and spits into her open mouth before tapping her gently, a silent command to swallow it. She does immediately, desperate to obey even when she struggles to do so. Her face scrunches slightly as he gives her a particularly deep thrust, grazing her cervix and creating the most delicious bite of pain.

“Y’always look so pretty when I’m fucking you, ‘s not like anything I’ve ever seen,” he praises, feeling his cock twitch inside of her in warning of his impending orgasm. “Bet you can feel me deep in y’tummy, hm?” he questions, and all she can do is nod at his words, starting to shake in his tight hold once again.

He doesn’t let up at all and she’s cumming again seconds later, locking down on him and creaming so much that it leaves a thick layer of her cum on the base of him.

He manages to hold off his orgasm until she comes down, and the second he feels her relax around him again he quickly pulls out and stands up shakily on the bed, YN sitting up onto her knees.

She looks directly into his eyes and sticks her tongue out as he quickly strokes his cock in front of her face, his face scrunching up in pleasure as his balls draw up. The icing on the cake was when she grabbed her tits, one in each hand, and plays with her nipple rings a bit, the contrast from the innocent eyes to the filthy action sending Harry over the edge.

His legs are shaky as he tries to stay upright, grunts and groans leaving his lips as he releases his load all over her tongue, but some gets on her face and even on her tits, making her look even filthier.

His chest is heaving and he’s breathing heavily by the time he’s all done, just eyeing the way she looks absolutely

“You never did have the best aim,” she teases, looking down at the mess on her chest before looking into his eyes innocently. “Now what should I do about this mess?” she questions in faux exasperation, before gasping as it she’s come up with an idea.

Harry’s eyes darken once more, his sensitive cock twitching as he watches her reach up to swipe her index finger through his mess, gathering some on the tip before slowly bringing it up to her mouth. Opening her mouth, she places the finger on her tongue before closing her lips around it and sucking, humming at the taste.

“Ass up, I’m not done with you yet,” he grits, gripping her arm tightly enough for him to manhandle her into the position he requested, stifling a groan as she arches perfectly for him, her swollen, messy cunt on display.

She’s so open for him, and he wastes no time in stroking his semi hard cock to get fully erect, lining up before sliding into her with a single, hard thrust. He starts a fast pace immediately, gripping her hips to pull her back and meet his thrusts.

The sound of her cries below him only spur him on, but she’s not loud enough for him. Not by a long shot. He needs to know that he is absolutely wrecking her. Lifting one hand from her hip, he lands it back down onto her ass cheek roughly, satisfied as her cries get louder.

He repeats the action on the other cheek, then again to the other and he keeps spanking her until he’s satisfied, knowing there’s a sharp sting beneath the soft skin and that she’ll be sore tomorrow.

Looking down to where they’re connected, he’s mesmerized by the way her ass jiggles against the skin of his thighs with each bruising thrust, and the filthy, squelching sound of their skin colliding only adds to his awe.

She’s leaking so much around him that every time he pulls away, he can see a thick string of her arousal connecting them, making his mind spin even more. The sight, the sound, and the feeling all overload his senses as his orgasm nears, his stomach clenching in warning.

“Baby,” he babbles, his hips still pounding against hers. “Gonna cum, please let me cum in you,” he begs, trying his hardest to hold off his orgasm until he gets an answer. He takes the opportunity to make her cum even faster, licking his right thumb before pressing it to her asshole, forcing his way past the tight ring of muscles.

Turning her head, she looks back at him with the filthiest, most fucked out face he’s ever seen. She’s literally so full that she feels she could explode, but she’s determined to keep it together until he fills her with his cum. “Yeah, yeah. Please, fill me up. Need it so bad, gonna cum too,” she cries, burying her face back into the duvet as he doubles his efforts, it seems like.

His brutal thrusts send the both of them over the edge with loud yells, her cunt squeezing him so tightly and milking him as he floods her, stuffing her full. He pulls out when there’s absolutely no more room for him, letting some of his cum leak out before helping her move onto her back.

He takes some time to admire how absolutely fucked out she looks, dried cum all over her and messy hair, her chest heaving as she pants. Her legs are spread enough that he can see his cum starting to leak from her abused hole, and he knows he has to document this.

Reaching over to his bedside table, he grabs his phone and asks her permission, which is granted, to take a picture of her like this. His camera clicks loudly in the quiet room as he takes a few of them, surveying how provocative she looks like this.

She’s still catching her breath for a few minutes, her body limp as she comes back down to Earth. The entire time, Harry is beside her, rubbing her arms and cooing softly to her to let her know that he’s there. When she’s finally back, he smiles softly at her before brushing some hair from her face.

“Bath or shower?” he questions, gently running his thumb over one of the bruises he’d left on her neck. Humming thoughtfully, she takes in how tired she is now and realizes she won’t be able to withstand a bath tonight.

“Shower tonight, and then we can take a bath in the morning to soothe our muscles?” she suggests, and he nods softly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

“Yeah, that’s fine. You need help getting up?” he questions concernedly, his mind spinning as he realizes he might’ve gone too hard.

An adorable chuckle snaps him out of his thoughts, and he looks down to see YN smiling up at him before climbing out the bed, heading to his bathroom.

He just shakes his head fondly and follows behind her to the bathroom, stopping and leaning against the doorframe as she turns on the hot water and lets it heat up before stepping in, immediately placing herself under the water.

She just relishes in the warmth for a bit, forgetting she isn’t alone until she sees Harry from the corner of her eye, a soft smile on her face as she looks to him.

“Are you going to stand there like a creep the whole time or are you going to join me?” she chuckles, grabbing his soap and starting to lather it on her body.

Standing up from the frame, the smirk never leaves his face as he steps in as well, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close before pressing his lips to hers. He pulls away with a smile on his face, the same one on hers.

“Be my girlfriend,” he whispers, making YN’s jaw drop.

“What?”

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Some Lmk ss edits + Headcanons (Traffic light trio)

- He/They

- Gay

- Only wears knock off brands (doesn't know they aren't real)

- Autumn is his favorite season, purely because he likes to stomp the crunchy leaves

- Adhd

- Has dimples

- Pigsy once got him rainbow shoes for pride month before he was even out but MK didn't realize they were pride shoes because the rainbow was on the sole

- Tried to cook breakfast for Pigsy and Tang on Father's day once, somehow lit the curtains on fire

- Wants Tattoos but keeps backing down because he doesn't like needles (will probably get one in the future though)

- Has a sketchbook fully dedicated to Redson, would literally die if someone ever found it

- Smells like oranges

- Only a few inches taller than Redson, always teases him for it

- Almost killed Sun Wukong once because he was disguised as a spider

- The Monkey's on flower fruit mountain always climb on him when he's around, he doesn't try to stop them

- Had to remove the snooze option on his alarm clock because he wouldn't stop hitting it

- Chicken scratch handwriting, no one else can read it for the life of them

- Learned Spanish in high school, don't ask why it just feels right

- Covered in scars, but 83% of them are from being a dumb kid instead of battles

- Once described Redson's voice as "really warm, like a hug!" And almost got burnt for it

- Love language is physical touch

- Has those really pretty brown eyes, like the ones that look like honey when the light hits them at that one perfect angle

- Has no fashion sense whatsoever, Mei chose out most of the clothes he owns

- Phone is shattered beyond repair but he refuses to acknowledge that he needs to get a new one

- Obsessively takes personality/buzzfeed tests in the dead of night, once pulled an all nighter just taking "which drink are you?", "what kind of seafood are you?" "What type of candy are you?" Type of buzz feed quizzes, and physically couldn't do deliveries because he was so exhausted the next morning

- Has a bunch of plants but is terrible at taking care of them

- Has a chipped tooth (actually Canon, it's on his lego figurine, I'm still sad they didn't add it to the show :( )

- Once walked in on Tang and Pigsy kissing as a kid and was promptly traumatized

- Has no skin or hair care routine, uses a 3 in 1 Shampoo/conditioner/bodywash

- Has really nice curly/wavy hair but straightens it and uses an unholy amount of hair gel

- Has a wattpad account

- Sleeps in literally the most horrific positions you have ever seen, yet somehow never get cramps or neck/back pains

- Once drank dishwasher soap as a kid because he thought it was juice

- Gets sunburnt incredibly easy (if you've seen the s4 special ykwim)

- Mk once accidently threw a plastic bottle in the trash instead of the recycling bin and got lectured for an hour by Pigsy (Pigsy is a huge environmentalist)

- His bedroom is messy as all hell but he somehow knows where everything is (Pigsy and Tang have tried cleaning it themselves but it was back to being a mess just a few short hours later so they gave up)

- He/Him (FtM)

- Gay

- Shortest one in the trio (just barely though). I like to think that the removal of the samadhi fire stunted his growth and demonic development, which is also why he takes so little after his father in appearance/height. He always wears platforms though, so he looks taller than he is

- He was so quiet and sneaky as a child that his mom had to put a bell on him

- Used to wear large combat boots until someone made a "step on me" joke. He doesn't wear them in public anymore

- Smells like smoke and cinnamon, Mei once described it as a 'campfire' smell

- Has really heavy blackout curtains in his bedroom

- Hair turns black when wet or when he's burnt out

- Always has a soft glow to his body because of his fire, mouth glows faintly, hair glows faintly, the more emotional he is the stronger the glow (MK and Mei are incredibly jealous)

- Tension headaches because we all know that mf has his hair tied up in the tightest goddamn ponytail ever

- Has the samadhi fire back (I'm delusional just let me have this)

- Has a habit of stealing his friends and families clothes to wear, first started when he was really little and would constantly steal whatever clothes of DBK's he could find around the house to help him feel like his dad was still there, and the habit just stuck with him

- Doctor handwriting

- Autistic

- Identifies as male but still likes to wear skirts and dresses sometimes (he just like me fr). Likes floor length skirts the best

- Actually really good at art, mostly draws blueprints for his inventions, but can draw people and landscapes pretty decently too

- Has a childhood Bull plushie that he still sleeps with, hides it under the bed or in the closet whenever MK and Mei come over

- has a scar on his back resembling the rings of samadhi from the removal ritual, Mei once confused it for a tattoo

- Mei once called him "Zesty" and he still doesn't know what it means, she refuses to tell him

- Was homeschooled by PIF

- Has a beauty mark like his mom's

- Has the most angelic, majestic, heartlifting laugh ever, but never actually laughs (unless it's his "evil" laugh, trust me guys)

- Goes to bed at 3am, wakes up at 11am type of person

- Needs glasses because the Samadhi fire fucked up his eyes (in Journey to the West, the samadhi fire is described as a flame that, when activated, "shoots out of every hole in his face" including, of course, his eyes)

- Remember when I said he was a quiet child? Yeah, he can't do that anymore, he literally has no idea how to be quiet now that he's older, the best he can do is whisper shout

- Hopeless romantic, but convinced that any and all feelings are unrequited

- Mei and Mk found his baby pictures once, he will never recover

- Long ass skin and hair care routine, will spend at least two or more hours on it every morning, but it's worth it, his hair and skin are always so soft

- Touch starved as fuck

- Love language is gift giving and positive affirmation (WILL cry if someone compliments him, doesn't matter who it is or what the context is, he once almost burst into tears when Sandy called him a good kid and gave him a pat on the back)

- Once he's focused on something he will stay focused for at least the next ten hours

- Loves strawberry flavored things but hates actual strawberries

- Listens to really underground music and has the biggest superiority complex because of it

- Has the biggest fucking bedroom you have ever seen, with one of those really large and extravagant, super comfortable canopy beds, wakes up like a Disney princess

- Usually self-preserving but will experiment on himself without hesitation if he thinks it'll help him with a breakthrough (has almost died on several occasions)

- She/Her

- Lesbian

- Has tons of piercings: nose, ears, bellybutton, etc (her parents don't know about the bellybutton piercing and she doesn't plan on letting them know anytime soon)

- "Hey, Red boy, cool tattoo!" "... thats a scar." (She still hasn't lived it down)

- Smells like freshly cut grass

- Tallest one in the group, idc what anyone says, I just have a feeling okay?

- Adores glitter makeup but can't stand the feeling of it on her skin

- Love language is quality time

- Has a love/hate relationship with her dragon features, she thinks they look cool and she's proud of her heritage, but if her scales get too dry, which happens very easily, they get really uncomfortable and itchy as all hell

- Had a phase in high school where she'd dye her hair everything except green

- Probably also has Adhd

- Avid tennis player

- Hates the feeling of jeans, but loves denim jackets (has a whole collection, plus one that she and MK have been patching together for years)

- Always smudges her mascara somehow, MK once thought she was crying

- Super rough and rowdy as a kid, like I'm talking pushing kids off swings and down the slide rowdy, tackling people in the sandbox or on the school field, girl was a menace to society

- Snorts when she laughs

- MK tried to scare her once as a joke and her first instinct was to deck him (apologized profusely... before laughing at him)

- Most reckless driver on the planet, it's a wonder how she hasn't gotten her license taken away yet

- Doesn't really consider herself close with her family, she loves them but MK, Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy are her FAMILY, y'know? Like Rosa in b99

- Was the first person to know MK has a crush on Redson, she found out when she walked in on him drawing them together, and she will never let him forget it

- Has a normal skin and hair care routine, and constantly tells Redson that he's insane for needing 2+ hours to complete his

- Is the only one with readable handwriting

- Once stayed up for an entire week to play a new video game that came out

- Will smack her head with a brush if her hair doesn't cooperate

- Bites people (gently, its how she shows affection. Unless she doesn't like you then she'll just naw on your arm until she draws blood)

- Lives on energy drinks, her favorite is Monster Pipeline punch

- Has really soft and really thick hair

- Used to chew on her hair in middle school

- Biggest sweet tooth ever, Redson is disgusted by her eating habits

- Goes on early morning jogs every day except weekends

- Swiftie

- Refuses to watch any movies or shows based on video games she likes because they'll "never have the same charm or energy as the game", but will buy the video games that a show/movie is based on if she watches them before playing

- Will eat random plants all the time. Walking through the park? She'll lean down and pick a flower to chomp on

- The type of girl to carry around a goddamn gallon water bottle everywhere

- Has a thousand fairy lights in her room, it's a fire hazard

#lego monkie kid #fanart #lego monkie kid red son #lego monkey kid fanart #monkie kid red son #red son #lego monkie kid mk #lmk mk #lmk spicynoodles #lmk mei #lego monkie kid mei #traffic light trio #lmk fanart #headcanon #lgbtq

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cabezadeperro · 6 months

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hi there! 💖 for Cody/Fox if you’re vibing with it

unfortunately i am always vibing with cody/fox (also sorry i don't think this was what you asked for ahdghkhghkdhkgh)

post order 66, fox lives au & purge trooper!cody.

💖 rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

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“I thought you were dead.”

The shuttle rattles—they’re leaving atmo. Fox shifts his weight and says nothing. Cody scoffs and shakes his head. He’s still wearing most of his shell: the black plates reflect the red emergency lights, and so do his eyes, shining like twin flames in the dark. His hair is the shortest that Fox has ever seen, buzzed close to the skin, and he looks—sharp. Too thin, all his edges out there for the world to see.

His wrists are shackled together, the heavy handcuffs resting on his lap where he’s buckled to one of the jump seats. He seems perfectly unconcerned about his situation, and Fox can’t quite decide if it’s real or just for show.

“I know,” he finally says. “It was on purpose.”

Cody blinks. Fox wonders: did he grieve? Did Cody grieve for him? The chip allows it—that’s not what it’s for. Grief isn’t useful.

“How?”

Fox shrugs. “Many people died in the last few days of the war,” he points out.

“But not you,” Cody says. He sounds thoughtful. He’s not looking at Fox but at his own hands.

The shuttle’s getting ready to jump. It’s an old model, with a boring transponder code. It has a crappy hyperdrive, a tiny fresher and a couple pull-down cots folded over the seats. The hold is full—mostly junk. Trinkets. Fox will find somewhere to sell them after he delivers Cody to the Rebellion.

He doubts he’ll see Cody again. Fox’s not welcome where they are going, and he dislikes spending time among birthers anyway.

Fox looks away. Six hours. These are the last six hours he’ll spend in Cody’s presence, and then he’ll—leave. He’ll leave Cody in his captain’s hands and then he’ll leave forever.

It’s so strange. A lifetime in each other’s pockets, and then the war, and then this: sharing the relative quiet of a shitty, rattling old shuttle after the end of the world.

“Fox,” Cody says suddenly. Fox blinks and turns to look at him. Cody’s already staring at him: the dim light makes the bruises on his face look deeper, the blood on his chin seem black. “I think I fucking hate you.”

Fox snorts. It hurts, the laughing and the words. He leaves his place to the side, next to the door to the cockpit, and approaches his brother.

“You’re not the only one,” he tells Cody. Cody rolls his eyes, and it makes him look so—young, that for a beat Fox almost forgets himself.

“I’m glad you’re not dead,” he replies, and then leans back in his seat, a weird little smile on his face. Half smug smirk, half something else, both off and profoundly familiar.

He looks up at Fox, the lights sliding down his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose, legs sprawled. His boot knocks against Fox’s foot, once, twice, then stays.

“You may be the only one,” Fox tells him.

This is a mistake—Cody’s brilliant and Cody’s ruthless.

Fox leans forward, places his hands on the armrests of Cody’s seat. The shackles clink. They are heavy, cumbersome things. Cody smells of blood and sweat and blaster discharge and melted plastoid. Fox breathes him in: he wants to open his mouth and let it all rest on his tongue, filling his brain.

He still kisses like he used to. Fox feels himself moan into his mouth, Cody biting at his lips and sucking on his tongue, straining against the buckles and the weight of his handcuffs. Fox allows it for long, long seconds—Cody’s breath on his lips and on his chin, the taste of him, the way he sounds.

It takes him longer than Fox expected. He tries to go for Fox’s blaster, Fox steps away, and then it’s back to sleep, Cody’s head lolling against the seat. Fox wipes his wet mouth, still breathing hard, his lips tingling, and puts away the injector.

His heart is beating hard inside his chest, and he feels—Fox finds he feels worse now. He sits down on the jumpseat next to Cody’s, and when Cody’s head ends up resting on his shoulder he allows it.

I’ll miss you.

Fox leans his cheek on Cody’s shaved head, his growing hair soft against his skin, and closes his eyes.

#codyfox #commander cody #commander fox #ship snippets #maría writes #cloneshipping

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duckindndads · 6 months

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Teen headcannons (Appearance edition)

Heights (tallest to shortest): Linc, Hermie, Scary, Normal, Taylor, Dood

Scary has a tooth gap, she rarely smiles with her teeth cause she’s insecure about it

Taylor is skin and bones, but doesn’t look it cause he wears clothes that are not only too big for him but with so many pocket full of so many trinkets

Linc was shorter than Normal their whole lives until just recently (he’s only recently hit the growth spurt)

Normal’s hair is very fluffy and curly- when it is clean- Unfortunately a lot of the time it’s weighed down and hardly has a wave because of the grease

Hermie has very long legs and a short torso, so all his blazers seem long on him while all his pants seem too short

Scary is always in a bug jacket, because she misses wearing her team hoodies (it’s not the same)

Dood always has an odd number of eyes, they’re almost never in the same place for more than a couple hours

Taylor has a snagle tooth because he chipped one of his canines when practicing his sword skills when he was younger

Scary has dyed her hair since middle school, she used to have very colorful hair until Terry Jr. (she still has a streak of color because she misses it)

Linc’s legs are covered in various bruises from his “no hands” days

Hermie’s eyes are a very peculiar blue, they look purple in the correct lighting

Normal has consistent acne and picks at it, his face is covered in polka dotted scars he referred to as freckles

Dood is hard to look at for long periods of time because of the static that surrounds their form, on the bright side it makes hugs extra fuzzy feeling

No one has ever seen Linc in actual pants, it’s always shorts (even in the titanic)

Scary writes potential song lyrics on her arms and legs, sometimes you can find doodles there too

Taylor’s hair floofs out from his hat, even when he isn’t wearing the hat- it’s just natural at this point

Normal has painted nails, the color changes every couple of days (he used to do this with his sister when they were younger)

Even before the joker role Hermie’s makeup game was constantly on point and dramatic

Dood is wearing an old doodlers hoodie that’s way to big for them the arms almost drag on the floor (it makes them look very small)

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #dndads s2 #scary marlowe #normal oak #the doodler #dood #taylor swift dndads #taylor swift (not that one)#hermie the unworthy #lincoln li wilson

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nashusglasses · 8 months

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2. i'll work it physical (m)

+ based off nsfw prompts: 28. “I’ll make it worth your time.” & 15. “Wanna bet?”

read: part one

note: I am a glutton for horny idiot stories. Even better when they feed off each other’s energy so bad it’s just like…. Constant enabling. GOADING. That’s the word!!!! I listened to loveeeeeee song by rihanna the whole time writing this if ur into that :3

note 2: This fic is just pure indulgence of oc and gojo's party sexcapades before all those *feelings* get involved heheheheh

PAIRING. gojo/reader SETTING. college au WARNINGS. stupid ex girlfriends, good ol' fashioned fingerbang in a bathroom SUMMARY. He’ll make you forget about her.

You didn’t cry when Emi broke up with you. She was always taciturn, and it’s not as if you were completely blindsided, either. You’ve always had a nose for disinterest. She’d stopped responding to your good night texts those last few weeks you were together, kept canceling Wednesday cafe dates where you’d play footsies to distract her from doing homework. Maybe you’d reached a threshold. Footsied her to annoyed oblivion, but she always laughed whenever you did it.

Throwing away an almost-one year relationship, though. You couldn’t lie through the sting in your eyes when you got back to your dorm that night. Not when Natsume’s a nosy bitch who has to know every minute detail of your life. You collapsed into a fit of half-sobs because you refused to be too distraught over someone who couldn’t find the time for you anymore. That’s lazy, Natsume said into your hair. You always liked when she petted your head for comfort. She let you sleep next to her while you wallowed in post-break up misery. I’ll punch her the next time I see her.

That was two months ago. Two months since you’ve seen Emi’s dyed-blonde head, the pretty dimples that came with her smile. It changes tonight.

Sigma Phi is never cheap with their ragers. Neither you or Natsume are in a sorority but you’d be dumb to miss out on sponsored alcohol and free cool ranch Doritos. The house is the tallest on Greek row, all high ceilings and shiny wooden banisters. The kitchen is where you keep comfortable. Away from the strawberry smoke, sticky floors everywhere you take a step. You’re waiting for Satoru to get you your soju when you see Emi walk through the front door.

Her roots are growing out. She’s got glitter on her eyelids, a shiny neck with the scented oil she uses because she’s always hated using perfume. If you step close enough you know she’ll smell like rose petals. Like the sailor’s bewitched limbs twitching with every sweet note of that siren’s song, you’re almost taking a step forward to follow her further into this stupid loud party.

As if he’s cued, Satoru gets in the way with two red cups in hand. “No yogurt soju so I got orange instead. Mixed it with orange soda so it’s ultra mega orange shit. Why the hell are you tiptoeing? You’re like two feet tall.”

“Shut up.” You make a grab for the cup he offers you, tipping back a generous gulp for a show of thanks. “It’s—I saw someone. I think.”

He swivels around. “Who?”

“My ex.” You almost flinch at the term. Moreso at the thought of Satoru calling you bitchless than having lost someone you genuinely cared for.

“Didn’t know you had one.” His eyebrows are furrowed with confusion, leaning back against the counter. He flicks an annoyed hand at the stale chips scattered everywhere.

“It’s. Yeah. She wasn’t really around to show face towards the end, so.”

“What’s her name?”

You could think of a million but you don’t feel like spitting venom. You’ve got your distraction for the night. You hope Satoru notices you’re wearing your shortest skirt. “Emi.”

“Emi? Utada Emi or Hirano Emi?”

“The first one.” How he knows more than one is beyond you. Satoru hums at your confirmation.

“She’s in my aerodynamics class,” he says. “What happened?”

“I don’t—I don’t really wanna talk about her.” Because if you do, you’ll probably start thinking about how she made your pillows smell good with that fresh linen scent. Or how she left you little origami cranes on your desk. Or the way she sounded in the morning with drool stuck to her chin—

“Oi.” Satoru snaps his fingers in front of your face. “You good? Sorry I asked.”

“It’s fine. Or. Not really. Whatever.” You finish your drink with record speed. Anxiety crawls through your chest, makes you wonder what the hell Emi could be doing here. Or who she could be doing here. Suddenly you think about an empty room, her clumsy feet traipsing up those carpeted stairs. Looking at someone else with doe eyes like she did when she wanted you on top of her. You crush the red plastic in your hand.

“Satoru,” you say blankly.

He’s not even halfway done his drink. “Uh huh.”

“Do you know how to make a girl come in five minutes?”

“Depends.” He levels you with a curious stare. Like he’s bracing himself for whatever you’ve got for a challenge. “Can I use my hands?”

“Whatever body part you want.”

“Then yes. Who’s asking?”

“Wha–who the hell else?” You hiss. “You finishing that?”

Satoru looks down at his cup, then back up at you. And when he doesn’t immediately respond you just swipe at his hand to guzzle down the ultra mega orange shit. It’s not half-bad. A sweetness easy to swallow, not like the Casamigos he took with Suguru earlier.

You let the dizziness settle. Satoru stares you down. “I’ll do it in two,” he says. “Wanna bet?”

It’s cryptic. And then you remember what you asked him. You squirm with the heavy suggestion.

“Bathroom,” you order, and Satoru leads the way first.

Natsume’s sitting pretty at the bottom step of the stairs. She’s got a blunt pinched gently in her mouth, lights up with her inhale when she sees you. She dims into gossip when you come up to her. “Oh my god. Did you see–”

You nod, not that keen on hearing her name when you’re off to forget it. Satoru skips past and up two steps at a time with nothing more than a hey roomie. Natsume’s mouth quirks up in acknowledgment.

“Don’t scream too loud. Or do anyway. I can’t feel my fucking fingers from the music.”

She slaps your ass when you pass her. “Take a shot with me after,” you call. Natsume winks. Satoru’s got the bathroom door wide open for you to walk through when you catch up.

For a frat, the space is clean. No nasty caulk jobs and the toilet paper holder’s actually full. You’ve got no time for more analysis when Satoru slams you against the door. “Jesus,” you groan.

He swallows what little else you have for complaint. His mouth is sweet on yours, coaxing your tongue for taste. “Nice skirt by the way.”

Satoru’s hands are greedy where they pull. Cupped under your jaw, teasing a touch on either side of your tits, then right down to your ass where he squeezes. Hard.

“Keep going,” you mumble. Biting down on his lip when he grips you tighter, and you feel the coarse rut of his boner when he presses you harder against the door. “God. Get me wet.”

“I’ll make it worth your time.” He breathes wet kisses on your neck. Sucking deep till you twitch in simmering pleasure.

“You fuckin’ better.”

He sneers in response. But he kisses you like he’s just as electrified. Needy for whatever high he’s promising to deliver on, and you want it fast. He juts into you, lifts your leg around his hip just to get the angle right.

“Okay. Fuck–just.” You take his hand, fit it snug where your panties ride up on your pussy. He laughs against your teeth.

“Get me wet,” he mocks, playing with the arousal you just denied. You blush. Desperate measures. You’re glad your body responds to his this quick. Only to your detriment, because he knows you’re terrible at bluffing, and now he’s laughing at you. “You’re funny. Two minutes?”

He circles your clit with a rough finger. Too much, not enough. In the haze of your muddled head, the visual is enough to spark that heat. You’ve always liked his hands. There’s something about seeing it disappear under your skirt, like you’ve got something to hide. You offer a moan when he teases a finger inside.

Satoru leans a hot mouth into your ear. “Your girl ever get you like this?”

Your eyes are wide open. From his provocation, and now he’s got one finger snug up your pussy. “Oh my god.”

“You don’t need to answer,” he teases. “I know she didn’t.”

“You–” He sets a slow rhythm. Deep where it counts, grinding the palm of his hand till you moan from your chest. “You’re evil.”

Again. He knows you’re bluffing. That wet sound every time he moves is proof enough. You’re just talking because you’re not embarrassed anymore. You’ll let him have his way with it if it means you don’t have to think about anything else.

“Don’t be shy,” he prods.

Another finger, this time with less drive. You buzz from the intrusion. Knocking your head back on the door when he bottoms out, absolutely not shy with the sounds you’re making. Satoru kisses you into muted excitement.

You don’t think he’s timing it. You sure as hell aren’t. As if you were ever scared he wouldn’t deliver. “Go faster,” you urge. This is probably one of the only two bathrooms available for use. You could at least taint it quicker than anyone else can.

“Cute. I like when you’re bossy.” You initiate a kiss this time. Slipping tongue and an indulgent moan down his throat, and that’s what spurs him on.

His drive is back. Drawing out more wetness with earnest fingering, the guttural noises straight from your gut. Your eyes roll back with the feeling, heat unfurling faster than the blood trying to reach your fucked out brain.

“Fuck, oh my god.” Your fingers curl into his biceps. “That's–yeah, oh my god I’m. Close–!”

He crowds you in again, forehead on your sweaty one. Nothing to say, letting your panting do all the talking for the both of you. His fingers hook into every wet spot, ramming the edge of his hand on your clit till it’s battered into ultra-sensitivity. You twitch with his every move.

“You better fuckin’ come over tonight,” Satoru groans. You’ll look down at that hard dick later. You know he’s fostering the pain with quiet lips. How considerate.

“W-Whatever. Yes I’ll–just–oooh fuck.” He’s jacked the speed to eleven. No more pretense of easing you into it. The sound is enough to get you off, wet thrust for wet thrust. “Satoru,” you whine.

He kisses your nose. “Hmm?”

“If I squirt it’s on you,” you warn.

“You say that like a threat.” He shows no sign of stopping, too. He’s impatient with anticipation, and you’re fading fast. “You’ll give it to me?”

You were kidding. Sort of. It’s not off the table. All you know is the heat is building and you’re about to explode. “Ye-es!”

“So do it,” he presses.

He curls his fingers with every sharp jut against your core. You hang your head low, letting that high come to you, and you unfurl with the release. Shaking through a tiring orgasm, clawing tight on Satoru while you squeal. “Oh fuck.”

He’s relentless with the come down. Drawing out those waves with taut fingers, focusing deep. You don’t squirt but his wrist is disgustingly wet.

“You’re hot,” he says when you drop your leg. You slump against him with a groan. “Look. Prune fingers.”

You don’t look but you know he’s wiggling them. Always in awe with what he can do to you when you’re down for it. You’ll let him bask in your orgasmic glory, because you’re just as good as getting him undone.

“Yeah yeah. Let’s get back, I wanna see Natsume before we leave.”

You shift your skirt till it's decently covering your ass again. Satoru washes his hands. You both ignore the bulge in his sweatpants.

Then someone knocks on the door.

You think you’ve always believed in fate. Some cosmic divinity keeping a watchful eye on whatever energy waves you’re spreading out into the universe. Because when Satoru opens the door for you, it’s Emi, and she’s looking disheveled, but not in a good way.

A pang of sympathy echoes in your chest. Your fingers twitch forward, already thinking of how to move her hair behind her ear.

Satoru beats you to a greeting.

“You look like shit,” he jests.

Emi ignores him. Stares right at you, and your breath stutters. You’re not as taken by her beauty, this time. Not when she shot you down, dug her heel into your heart, got it all muddy. You grab Satoru's hand. He doesn’t say anything when you curl your fingers into his.

“Take care of yourself,” is all you croak out. This time, it’s you leaving her behind.

Natsume’s gone from her bottom perch. You don’t feel like finding her anymore. Satoru keeps you close to him when you walk back downstairs.

He stops you when you don’t stop walking towards the front door. For the second time tonight, he asks: “You good?”

You shake your head. “No. But we’re going back to your place. Distract me some more.”

Satoru’s smile is wicked in its suggestion. “I can do that,” he confirms.

He doesn’t let go of your hand the whole way back to his dorm.

#gojo scenario #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo smut #jjk smut #jjk scenarios #jjk x reader #gojo scenarios

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thegreenhordes · 2 months

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Twilight's Notes: Autopsy Report

Subject: Cheerilee Infection Type: Stage 3, Growler Cause of Death: Malnutrition

Important Notes: Food was provided to the Subject through slats in the door to her observation room. It was noted that she refused any non-meat food items, often smelling provided vegetables and fruit before wandering away in an angry huff. When provided with meat the subject devoured it ravenously. (Additional Note: Fluttershy is still Very distraught by the act of feeding meat to a subject, understandably so. The animals butchered were already dead when it was done, but I admit the act turned my stomach as well.)

Results of the Autopsy of Cheerilee: Pustules had a thicker membrane than what has been found in other Growler subjects, this has been noted in the Growler files under 'Secondary Mutations', Section Four, Pustule Growth. Additionally, the fluid inside had developed a thick consistency, atypical of previous tests on samples taken from the subject while still alive. Potentially a postmortem event similar to bloating and blood coagulation. The Cranial region of the subject shows typical deconstruction of the front of the skull where the largest pustules grow over the eyes. Bone was missing and the brain was protected solely by the thick covering of the pustules themselves. This was noted with previous autopsies as being how popping the facial pustules can be used to kill the infected. Oddly enough, Cheerilee is a unique case- in that her eyes were still present. They were nonfunctional and buried beneath the growths, but she is the only Growler so far to have them still intact. They were pushed back into the remainder of the skull and put pressure on her brain. It was noted this may be the reason for some of the subject's atypical behavior. (Note: Cheerilee struggled to walk in a straight line and frequently ran into the walls. Additionally, she had a total of five seizures in the few weeks she was in stage 3.)

The state of the subject's teeth were abysmal, many of them were chipped or shattered due to aggressive clenching and gnawing on bone. Multiple lesions in the mouth reveal a recurring observation that the sharpened teeth of the infected don't fit right in the mouth and will often cut their cheeks. The manner in which the teeth end up in this state is still debated. (Personal Note: I believe there is magic involved in much of the disease's effects, with the transformation of the teeth being one such magic-affected change.)

Internal organs were in poor condition, showing signs typical of extreme malnutrition. There were also several tumors and cysts found throughout, once again not uncommon in Growler cadavers. However there were less within Cheerilee than in previous subjects. I'm noting this as being likely due to Cheerilee being the shortest-lived Type 1 in my care to date. Aside from the growths- Which were later tested and found to be a mix of benign and cancerous- I discovered something I hadn't noticed before, though I suspect that was a simple oversight on my part. The glands that create saliva were engorged, the pores from which saliva is discharged were wider than normal. This almost certainly explains the thick, excessive saliva that often drips from a Type 1's mouth.

Final Notes: Most findings were either typical, or slightly atypical of the Type 1 infected. Though some new things were discovered, overall the autopsy proved to be more useful in the fact that I obtained a significant number of samples that I can use. I'll be taking these to study and try to find anything the may lead me towards an understanding of the mutagenic properties of the infection. I may also compare the samples to early-stage infected, stage 1s, 2s, and recovered ponies. My goal is not just to understand the infected themselves, but how the disease got to where it is now- Perhaps develop some sort of vaccine, or a cure for those still in the first 1-2 weeks where they can be saved.

I will be adding this file to the autopsy logs for future reference.

#Twilight's Research Notes #not art #mlp infection au #the glow #Just FYI #the infection began officially 5 months ago #it grew out of control around two months ago #so Twilight has had time to research- but things aren't as easy as she'd hoped in the beginning.#partially because of the infection being so mutagenic #partially because she doesn't know what started the infection or who patient zero is

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astrronomemes · 6 months

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TEXT POST STARTERS V

a collection of quotes and quips from popular internet posts. change & alter as needed.

"Chips are basically like, do you want to eat a potato one page at a time?"

"Your twenties are for seeing how many mistakes you can make in the shortest amount of time possible. And getting a cool haircut."

"Women love me for my eyebags and dead-eyed stare."

"I'm permanently emotionally damaged, but it's chill. I'm chill."

"I'm trying to be positive in general, but man..."

"Fuck, yeah, I'm an influencer! My content is clownery, I promote stupidity, and I'm sponsored by the circus."

"I have decided with a peaceful spirit, a loving heart, and a clear mind that some people still, in fact, need their asses beat."

"How many followers do I need before I'm considered a religion?"

"Love when emails start off with 'DO NOT REPLY'. Like, oh, yeah, way ahead of you, brother."

"Power move: Saying 'that's treason' every time someone does something that mildly inconveniences you."

"Topic jumping is an Olympic sport, and baby, I take home the gold every time."

"They don't card me at the liquor store anymore because they see all the light has left my eyes."

"How is traffic real? Like, just fucking go."

"When doctors deliver a particularly big baby, they should take a picture with it. Like it's a fish."

"If we're going on a date, don't bring your purse. I'm not going to let you pay. Just run when I run."

"Horses are a great pet for anyone who's ever wished their bicycle could make bad choices."

"One time, I served so much cunt that they put me in the psych ward."

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starters #roleplay starters #dialogue prompts #dialogue starters #dialogue memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #rp memes #roleplay memes #sentence memes #sentence prompts #sentence starters

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writers-ex · 1 year

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g!p ryujin is in the middle of playing poker with her friends and suddenly sees reader walking around innocently wearing a tight crop top with her nipples poking through and a short skirt with her ass out. since ryujin had no self control or patience, she chased her friends out of her mansion and fucks the reader hard on the pool table where they previously played poker.

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no i LOVE you 🧸 anon you are A W E S O M E-

ryujin has told you countless times not to interrupt her focus when she's in the zone, especially if you want her to keep buying you gifts so being the touched starved girlfriend you were it probably wasn't the best idea of coming to serve everyone drinks in the tightest crop top and shortest skirt you owned with no panties on as you circle the table making rounds and small talk with each player until you reach your fuming girlfriend, seeing her hard on as clear as day you feel your mission is accomplished until ryujin barks everyone to stop the game and leave, not even bothering to let them pick up their things she throws her chair back hitting the wall and has her guards escort everyone out while you stay right where you are standing shivering in fear as she keeps her infamous poker face pointing at the table for you to lean against, turning your body she slams your face down against the fuzzy pool table that still had their cards and chips lifting your skirt she scoffs and spanks your ass leaving a few red hand prints as you hear her belt unbuckle and pants fall to the floor, grabbing both sides of the table ryujin literally pounds herself into you, all the chips and cards come crashing or flying down as your screams fill the room, feeling your nipples rub against the pool table material along with her harsh thrusts has you cumming immediately making her spank you while she was still in you and good lord was she pissed since she told you not to cum..... i-i need a minute because brrrrrrrrrrrr ryujin being pissed off as she uses a nearby bottle to thrust up your hole while she's in you and not stopping her pace as she tugs and pulls at your nipples making you cum for every dollar she lost from this match, to the point that after you pass out exhausted the last thing you remember is her saying that you're punishment isn't over but rather just beginning <3

#hannie.txt #itzy hard hours #itzy hard thoughts #g!p itzy #ryujin hard hours #ryujin hard thoughts #🧸 anon #ryujin smut #g!p ryujin #gp!ryujin #gp!itzy

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🐝 Recently Read Fics - May 2023 🐝

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 💛

🐝 Quite the Pickle by @lululawrence (1k, NR)

Nick hated pickles. It was an entire thing for him and he used to get into arguments all the time when his mum insisted he could just remove them and the sandwich would be fine without them.

She never seemed to understand. The flavor was still left behind because of the juices. The scent was still there. The pickle was never fully removed. Not successfully. And now one was sitting on the plate, almost touching his perfectly pickle free sandwich, all whilst leaking it’s flavor and scent all over his chips.

Good thing there happened to be a pregnant man with a craving nearby.

🐝 in this world, it’s just us by @the-larry-way (2k, T)

Harry returns home from the Brits with his 4 awards happy and very drunk. Louis is super proud and extremely in love with his boy and more than happy to show it in any way he can.

🐝 Seedlings by @kenniewen (3k, E)

The one where, Louis and Harry, decide to expand their family with a baby. The only thing left to do it is to actually knock Harry up, a task that Louis is very much up for.

🐝 (now I realize that the world outside) it’s bigger than me by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (3k, T)

It starts with a phone call from Liam.

“Lou,” it sounds urgent, the way that Liam gets when he’s worried, and Louis sits up straighter, conditioned to that tone even when he had hated it the first few years in the band.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his brain immediately trying to play catch up, wondering where his keys are and if he can get away with leaving the house without a shower, because it doesn’t matter how long it’s been, it doesn’t matter how much physical distance there is between them, if any of his boys call and need him he’ll be there in a heartbeat. Or as soon as he can, at least.

“Did you mean to post that to your public account?”

Or: Louis accidentally comes out

🐝 take you with me every time I go away by @starryhaze28 (3k, NR)

the one where they make a playlist and it works as a makeshift nest when Harry has to go away for a couple of days and is anxious to be without his alpha.

🐝 The Nest Best Thing by @insightfulinsomniac (4k, T)

After a week-long business trip away from his husband and daughter, Harry’s stuck in traffic coming home from the airport while his nesting instincts catapult into overdrive. So, he does the only thing he can think to do — FaceTime his husband and ask him to follow his instructions to build a nest from over the phone.

And, of course, their four-year-old daughter has her own special way of helping.

🐝 Together We’re The Greatest by @hellolovers13 (4k, E)

It's not the first time Louis has to stitch Harry back together, but Louis will make sure it is the last.

🐝 just the two of us (we can make it if we try) by @starryhaze28 (5k, NR)

the one where they finally find out why Harry has been so needy for his alpha.

🐝 you’re in the kitchen humming by @guccistrawberries (6k, M)

“But mama why?” Mia pouts, resembling Louis way too much.

“Because I say so,” Harry shrugs.

or, a fluff-filled momrry nesting fic.

🐝 Court Wine by @enchantedlandcoffee & @red-pandaaa (7k, T)

after a misunderstanding during a scrabble game, Alpha Louis starts courting Omega Harry without the latter being aware of it.

🐝 It’s All Novel: How to Care for Your Omega in Heat by @insightfulinsomniac (13k, E)

Three months into dating, and Louis is sure he’s the most smitten alpha to ever walk the Earth. It’s only natural that when Harry asks him to help him through his heat, he suddenly spirals into a research and preparation frenzy — he loves Harry (which is quite the realization in and of itself) and wants his omega to feel unquestionably safe and cared for.

He might go a little overboard. Or maybe a lot overboard. But that’s okay, because Harry’s there to walk him through it with unwavering reassurance — and lots of endeared laughter.

🐝 Captain Cupid by @2tiedships2 (15k, NR)

The one where Niall enlists his friends to help start a speed dating side hustle. Things don't go as planned... or maybe they do?

🐝 Chicago by @likelarryfics (15k, M)

Harry Styles is one of the fashion industry's best models and Louis Tomlinson is a world renowned rockstar.

In the midst of Louis' world tour, Harry finds out he's pregnant.

🐝 Until the Pearls Get Lost by @londonfoginacup (25k, M)

London, 1933. Harry Styles, alpha, elusive bachelor and happy third wheel to his coupled friends, receives a visit from one Liam Payne, begging for his help.

Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers. Most omegas with failed bonds are never the same again.

With rumours swirling around about the reason for the rejected bond, Harry gives in to Liam’s pleas. He hasn’t the slightest idea how that decision will shape the rest of his life.

🐝 Darkest Before the Dawn by @daggerandrose (50k, E)

Harry Styles has standards. His coffee must be a cold brew with one pump of vanilla and a splash of cold cream. His computer must be catty-cornered on his left. His sketchbook must be directly in the center of his desk. He must have a cork board on his right to pin fabrics, sketches, and other inspirations he finds.

But most importantly, his space,—work or living,—must be organized. He doesn’t understand how people live otherwise. Everything has a place and it must be in its place in order for him to get anything done. Which is why he grits his teeth every time when he walks into the fashion workroom and sees Louis Tomlinson’s workspace.

It’s chaos. He’s chaos personified. He’s annoying, loud, and well… not as creative as Harry is. His designs are unimaginative and plain. Harry doesn’t understand how Louis managed to be accepted into the fashion program, but he supposes some people have to slip through the system.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #monthly recs #tracksintheam #trackinghome #trackinghappily #hlcreators

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what if i was an unstoppable force and you were an immovable object and we were both boys 😳

or, why you should vote for AOHINA in the @hqrarepairtournament!

if you want my shortest possible argument, it's right there in the title: the expectation-defying romance of the speediest, jumpiest, sunniest and smiliest Ultimate Decoy versus the stony-faced, silent, seemingly impassive Iron Wall of Date. don't you just love it? i sure do <3

but just because I see it doesn't mean you do. if everyone saw it, it wouldn't be a rarepair, would it?

for my second-shortest argument, see here. aohina is sugawara-approved!

and if that's still not enough to convince you, buckle up for the long, LONG argument

before the first karasuno vs datekou match, aone doesn't pay hinata much mind, and hinata is TERRIFIED of aone, as many are. but once the match begins...

well, aone sure notices hinata now.

if you ask me, this match would be where aone's feelings for hinata first began. here's the handshake page again for good measure:

aone makes the first move, acknowledging hinata as a worthy opponent. also, just look at aone's facial expressions? he looks nervous. it's so cute. i love him

we don't see aone again until the spring high, when he first runs into hinata - where else? - at the bathroom, when hinata is already trapped between iwaoi and ushijima.

aone clearly already sees hinata as an acquaintance worthy of greeting (and also does not care at all about the seijoh-shiratorizawa beef and i love him) and hinata... well, he's still easily startled, but once he's realized who it is, he bows back - and thus begins a beautiful tradition.

during karasuno's match against johzenji, aone becomes defensive of hinata to futakuchi -

and not only do his teammates recall the friendship he formed with hinata at the interhigh, they note that this is one of the few times they've ever heard him speak. and it's because of hinata.

and after karasuno wins against johzenji...

aone asks his teammates to go on ahead so he can wait outside the gym and issue a challenge... not to karasuno, not to asahi, but to hinata. and hinata challenges him back. AND AONE SMILES.

and then once aone has left, hinata starts blushing and shouting nonsense because he has gay ADHD. this would be where hinata's feelings began, i think. he feels singled out and special, and it gets him fired up. he can't wait to face aone again! (also note, hinata doesn't get startled by aone anymore after this point.)

...but alas, things don't go their way, thanks to seijoh.

and after datekou's loss, when kogane claims he'll train harder to be able stop any attackers, no matter how "big and strong" they are, aone tells him this:

like. cmon. you can't deny. this is pretty damn gay!

we don't see aone at all during karasuno's matches against seijoh or shiratorizawa, or during the ball boy arc (though i'm pretty sure koganegawa does mention at least once during the training camp that aone respects hinata :3c). but he makes his return for the karasuno vs datekou practice match!!

hinata is finally totally comfortable around aone off the court, no longer jumpy and nervous. this match is also where the sugawara seal of approval makes its appearance!

i guess you could argue this also counts as evidence for futakuchi/hinata, or koganegawa/hinata, but they're not in this tournament, are they.

and god, just LOOK at all these other panels:

epic gay staring contests, with a corresponding anime screenshot for good measure;

hinata chipping away at aone's shell the Iron Wall;

aone delivering an incredibly powerful serve and hinata reacting with a flush while the lighting in the panel singles him out (gay awakening much?)

AND THE FINAL BOW!! THE DRAMA! THE CINNAMON TOPOGRAPHY!

in a way this bow is aone's curtain call - iirc, this is his final interaction with hinata in canon. but that doesn't mean he's not still around - datekou keeps an eye on karasuno throughout their battles on the nationals stage.

just look at that gay little sparkle. (also please appreciate what a bitch futakuchi is. i love him so much)

at this point i've pretty much caught up to where the anime has left off and i don't wanna spoil anyone who hasn't read the manga, so i'll stop here and make an even longer version later but know this: aone will keep watching hinata til the very end.

the Unstoppable Force: Hinata Shouyou, the protagonist of Haikyuu. on his team the second-shortest, the speediest, the one whose jumps make you think of a bird taking flight. the smiliest, sunshiniest, sometimes the scariest. he's never going to stop reaching for the top of the world of volleyball, no matter how many times he stumbles. a monster in the making, a friend to all. The Ultimate Decoy.

the Immovable Object: Aone Takanobu. the keystone of Date Tech's volleyball team, renowned for their incredible blocking technique. an eyebrow-less, stony-faced, silent, impassive, brick shithouse of a 16-year-old boy. terrifying even to those players older than him, he prides himself on not letting a single spike through, and shattering the will of many of the greatest aces in the prefecture. The Iron Wall of Date.

a study in contrasts. two competitors, skills perfectly matched to counter each other, personalities in stark contrast, are able to build a friendship built upon mutual respect for each others' abilities.

and they were both boys 😳

#aohina #haikyuu #hinata shouyou #aone takanobu #hq #pg.txt #i told you i'd be insane about this.

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