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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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jjk || Girls Need Love Too

pairing: nerd!neighbor!jungkook x fem!reader

word count: 2.6K

summary: You throw out your shitty ex and Jungkook comes over to comfort you, in his own special way.

tags: smut (18+), angst, neighbors to lovers, non-idol au

warnings: oral (m&f), begging, penetrative sex, nicknames (goddess), praise kink, dirtytalking, creampie!!, unprotected sex*(don't do this), hypnotism maybe, a little rough.

Subconsciously inspired by this edit???

This is the last time he disrespects you.

Standing outside of your previously shared apartment with your ex-boyfriend on his knees in front of you, you toss out his suitcase with good riddance.

"No no no, you don't have to do that, please, fuck, Y/N, listen to me!" He sobs, throwing himself on the ground like a child.

"Why would I listen to you after what you've done to me, after you've never in your life listened to a word I've said?!" You scream at him.

He sniffs with all his might, trying to gather himself for the last time to plead for your mercy. "It's a mistake! This is just a mistake, I'm so fucking sorry," he wails.

And for a moment–

For a second, you question your own judgement.

This could be three years of a relationship down the drain.

It doesn't matter. You need to respect yourself more than to let him in again.

"Fuck off." You slam the door in front of him and lean against it on the other side with your arms folded tight against your chest.

That's when the tears start falling, like waterfalls. In that delicate moment, you realize what you've done to the young love that once existed between you. It is long gone, and so is your innocent youth.

Little did you know that your next door neighbor, Jungkook, was just about to take out the trash when he witnessed the tragic end to your relationship.

Admittedly, he's celebrating inside.

He's always had a thing for you, from the moment you moved in next door to the time you ran into each other on the elevator to when he spotted you around the block, doing errands.

This might be his chance to be a real provider to you. Immediately, he starts conjuring up ideas to ease your pain.

After all, "a shoulder to cry on will turn into a cock to ride on."

He doesn't remember where he got that quote from, but it suits the situation pretty well, he thinks.

Jungkook is a bit of a nerd. He's never been a Casanova or anything, and he's a little shy with the ladies.

He's a computer science major who has basically never felt the touch of a woman, and as embarrassing as that is to admit it also means that he needs an experienced person to show him the ropes.

Your dominance intrigues him.

He was always hesitant to approach women, but you made him feel welcome enough for him to approach you.

You're open and give off a confident energy that he really enjoys. In other words, you seem to know what you're doing.

This is his chance.

With money in his pocket, he grabs a jacket and throws it on to make his way to the grocery store.

He needed to buy something subtle enough so that it doesn't look like he's desperately wanting to get in your pants as soon as your lover is out of the picture, but something straightforward enough so that you know he's willing to lend a hand in your healing process.

You can't go wrong with the essentials, right?

A crying woman needs something to hug, so he stops by the gift aisle and grabs the softest teddy bear.

She needs something to wipe her tears with, so he tosses a box of tissues into his handheld basket.

She needs something to keep her mouth from sobbing, so he buys you some teddy grahams, cheezits, and granola bars just so that you have a variety to choose from.

He gets everything that you might need to heal.

Jungkook pauses in front of the flower arrangements.

There is a bucket full of single roses on display. It's romantic, sweet, and can be seen as a simple gesture of empathy. He decides on a blossoming one and heads to checkout.

Meanwhile, you're wiping your tears with your sleeves, knocking your head against the door, softly. "Why," you mouth, barely any sound coming from your throat. "Why, why, why…"

Your ex has already gone. He should be halfway across town by now.

You dread going to a family gathering without him by your side. The fear of what others may think about your relationship and the blame they might put on you brings you deep shame.

If you gain a reputation as someone with many failed relationships, you might as well be done for.

That terrifies you.

Despite your fears, you must carry on. This is the only way you'll survive to eventually be a part of a healthy and strong relationship. It's what you crave the most.

It is knocking at your door. Literally.

Jungkook knocks jubilantly at your door, with three bags of goodies held by either hand.

You stand up and answer the door, surprised to see Jungkook on the other side. "Jungkook! What are you doing here, isn't it late?"

"I've come to console you, y/n," he says, straightforwardly. "I don't want to see you upset and alone, so I've come with gifts so that you don't have to…do that."

You glance over him.

He's puffing his chest up, making himself look bigger than he is.

His build is naturally a little muscular. You know that he works out a little bit for his own health, but he's pretty skinny, otherwise.

"Yeah– Yeah, Jungkook. Uhm," you wipe your face one more time, with your sleeve. "Fine. That's fine," you sniff.

"Good!" He cheers, placing his bags on your counter. "Can I come in?"

"Sure,, sure. You can come in," you smile, letting him pass and locking the door behind him.

Jungkook looks around the house with subtle curiosity. "This is your place, y/n? It's so much bigger than I thought…"

"…It's a lot emptier than it was a few days ago," you laugh through tears.

"Oh cause that guy moved out, huh?" He says, quietly, as he walks around.

"Yeah,"

"Yeah, well, I never liked him. He was always trying to put you in a cage, huh? Always trying to pin you down and take control of you and you were never about that," he says, casually.

"...Yeah, Jungkook."

How the fuck did he know that?

"How do you…know all this?" You follow him into the living room, watching him inspect your personal items with admiration.

"It's a vibe," he mutters.

"Oh," you let out a sigh.

Jungkook puts down a photograph of you on a shelf and meets your gaze. "Uhm…there's stuff in those bags for you. I thought you'd need someone to check up on you. I wanna be a shoulder to cry on."

"You really don't need to do that. I don't plan on being reliant on anybody but myself right now, it just–" you shake your head. "It's something I need to do myself."

"No, I think you need to listen…" Jungkook hums, smirking a bit as he comes forward.

"After all…" He tilts his head down, inches from your face. "Girls need love too."

"Self-love," you reply, hesitantly.

Jungkook nods, softly. "What can that look like for you?"

You blink slowly, feeding into his soothing tone and his hypnotizing body language. He leans over you in a protective yet delicate stance, open and inviting. "Many things, Jungkook…"

"What do you need right now? What is your body telling you?" He rasps, quietly.

"That you want me," you reply, as if the words were coarsed out of you.

"That I want you?" He prompts

"That I want you," you correct.

He smiles and weaves his arms around your careful waist. "You do," he confirms. "Don't you want to fuck me?" He speaks seductively into your ear, catching your body in his arms as his hands massage your scalp hypnotically.

His touch bleeds seduction, soaked up by your skin as a need grows deep inside of you to take him in ways you don't dare speak.

"He doesn't know how to please you...he never did...you need someone to rely on...and I'll be that for you, goddess…"

You melt into his touch, a medley of sweet lust tainting your perception like a love drug. "Ohhh Kookie~" you sigh, biting your lip. "How long have you seen me this way…"

Jungkook kisses your cheek softly, in a tender act of kindness.

"For a while. I don't remember when I caught feelings, but seeing him treat you like that made my blood boil…" he says, rigidly.

"Treat me better," you ask, taken by his delicate touch.

As if it was his plan all along, he strokes your sides with his wide hands, riding your shirt up gradually.

"I plan to," he hums. "I want you to show me the ropes. How can I best pleasure you, goddess?"

Your eyes flash with lust. "Let me show you."

While sitting on the couch, you dip your hands into his pants and stroke his thighs beneath the cloth, then bring them back up to stroke his torso while maintaining heated eye-contact.

Jungkook hisses softly, smirking as he leans forward for you to touch all of him. "...love the way you touch me…" he slurs, furrowing his eyebrows very slightly.

He kneels below you, his big eyes awaiting your guidance.

You run your fingers through his hair, thoroughly petting and caressing him in a controlled way.

He dips his head between your thighs and squeezes his eyes shut. His wide palms grip them open, his lips resting above your clothed cunt. "Do you need me here?" His voice vibrates against your skin in the most delicious way.

You bite your lip, the blood rushing to your cheeks. Fuck. "Yeah, Kookie~" you sigh.

He smiles and sharpens his tongue before running it from the bottom of your slit to the very tip, pulling your panties to the side so that he can sloppily eat your sweet pussy.

His eyebrows knit together innocently looking up at you, a deliberate devilish smirk hiding behind those eyes. You tighten your thighs around his jaw and he relaxes his tongue, slipping it inside you and pressing up against your g-spot.

His grip on you intensifies, his tattooed fingers tensing as he manipulates your hips into his skilled mouth. "Ohhh fuck, Kookie, so good~" you coo.

Suddenly, he thrusts in, determined.

You gasp, melting beneath him, but he maintains a strong control of you and he won't let you go. You're under his spell.

"Fuck!! Fuck,," you whine.

Jungkook's eyes narrow as he's determined to make you cream around his tongue. He's so fucking hard in his pants but he knows that the reward of having you nice and wet for him is far sweeter than any sort of childish impatience. His focus is set.

He latches his lips around your clit and spits it back out before taking it back in, sucking it hard and letting his tongue roll over it lewdly. You grab a handful of his hair and angle your hips upward, your moans intensifying with every stroke of his hot tongue.

He smirks and spreads it on you, digging his nails into your skin possessively before sinking his tongue back inside your cunt, flailing it, determined to make you cum exactly how he wants.

"I'd do this forever. Your cunt is so sweet. I'll drink it like water," he rasps between passionate kisses against your skin.

You sputter out a whine, desperate to get something back inside of your hungry cunt. "Please~ please– ohh, fuck, please fuck me~" you cry, unprompted.

He's painfully hard against his jeans, and by the looks of it he's the perfect size for you.

He catches you staring, amused. He draws himself away from your legs and works on releasing his cock for you.

"Can I suck your dick?" You pout.

Jungkook raises his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised. "You wanna?"

"Ohhh yeah~" you moan, your eyes softening as you stare at his fingers pulling his pants down to his thighs. "Mmmm~"

With care, he pulls out his cock in his hand, displaying it to you casually. A surge of pleasure overcomes you.

"You're so pretty, Jungkook," you breathe, closing your legs together and rubbing them with need.

Jungkook places one hand on his torso and spreads his thighs apart to better show himself off. "Why don't you come down here and put your pretty lips around my cock, then?"

Soon, your body is laid across your super soft velvet rug with your legs kicked up as your hands grip your neighbor's dick, smiling happily as you take his sticky tip between your lips. He leans backwards on his hands, his head slightly leaned back.

His adam's apple bobs as he swallows in anticipation. He lets out an ungodly moan as you fill your throat with his cock, your tongue spreading against his underside as you hollow your cheeks and thrust him in shallowly, making sure to breathe deeply through your nose.

Jungkook winces, letting a flow of sung moans flow from his throat as you suck the life out of him. A big, relaxed smile spreads on his lips as if he were in a state of pure bliss. "Ah~ ahh- ahhh…ah," he swallows hard. "Mmngh– mmmghhh~"

You use your hands to optimize his pleasure, watching his face contort as you take more of him in your mouth. His breath stutters suddenly, causing his hips to jolt upwards. "Fuck– fuck, I'm going to cum so hard if you don't st– stop," he warns in a panic.

He looks like a Greek God from this angle, his body a work of pure art. You knew Jungkook worked out, but you didn't know he was built like this.

You relent, only so you can scoot up on his thighs and grind your swollen cunt against his shaft.

His eyes widen in surprise, and his reaction is visceral. Jungkook pulls you on to him and catches your lips in a passionate embrace, speaking moans into your mouth as he brings your hips up so he can spear you with his perfect cock.

He penetrates you, tensing his thighs beneath you as he stretches you out so satisfyingly. You let out the most drawn out whimper, your fingers weaving through his black strands.

He pants hard, swirling himself inside of you and adjusting to your shared comfort.

You roll your eyes back, bouncing on him a little in anticipation. "Jungkook please, fuck me…rough, hard…make me cum hard…" you request.

"What my princess asks for, she gets," he replies, positioning you so that he can get the most out of every long, hard thrust. "I can barely stand to be inside you," he whimpers.

Jungkook's body shakes at the feeling of your tight cunt. You clench around him and he sees stars. There's no way he could possibly last fucking your cunt for too long, so he starts thrusting sloppily, resting his thumbs above your ass.

In a quick desperation, he reangles himself and pounds into you, pressing deeply into your cervix as his fingers tease and play with your fat clit.

A dumbified smile spreads on your face as you lower your hips onto him, clenching around his cock with each pound. You feel your body melt around him, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel your orgasm snap.

You spasm as you take every drop of his cum, feeling him grip your ass with conviction, holding you still so that he can properly fill you. "That's so good, so fucking good, take it all, baby…" he groans under his breath, huffing.

He puts his arms around your torso and pulls you upwards so that your back is against his chest and kisses you sweetly. You lean your forehead against his and ask: "are you an angel or the devil?"

"...I can be both."

a/n: here you go!!

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cricketnationrise · 3 months

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For the ficlet fest: 12:00 a.m. the V & A, Alex Claremont-Diaz

Wrote this on my phone at work so please forgive any mistakes! Yes we are working on a Saturday. yes I hate it thanks. but at least I can disappear into ficlet prompts for a bit over lunch :) hope you like it, I went so sappy I might as well have been a forest for this one

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

12:00am, v&a

“Thanks so much for your help, Gavin.”

“Of course, Mr. Claremont Diaz. Anything for you or His Highness, you know that.”

“I thought I said you could call me Alex,” he teases. “And I’m very sure he’s told you to call him Henry.”

“Force of habit I’m afraid,” Gavin says ruefully. “I’ll let you do the finishing touches and send him right along when Her Royal Highness drops him off.”

Alex sends Gavin off with a decidedly sloppy salute before turning back to the space with a proud grin, overwhelmed with what they accomplished over the last few hours.

Renaissance City is always beautiful, always takes his breath away each time Henry brings him here. There’s something special about the statues and the history represented in this room. But mostly, Alex loves that Henry loves it. Admittedly, Alex usually gets distracted by Henry’s beauty, so it’s nice to stand here alone for a moment and soak in both the exhibit and his additions.

The little battery candles he and Gavin scattered around make the whole place glow, the automated flickering lending a sense of magic to the scene. The flowers Pez had convinced the museum to allow are spilling over every surface, their light fragrance perfuming the air. And woven through the petals, illuminated by the candles, hanging from the ceiling, some decoratively framed, are strips of paper, in a rainbow of colors and a variety of weights — each with a quote that Alex painstakingly copied by hand. Quotes from their now-famous emails, from his and Henry’s speeches over the years. Quotes solicited from family members — and friends so close they might as well be blood. Quotes from Henry himself, whispered and crooned and sometimes yelled at Alex, etched into Alex’s memory. Quotes pulled from history and movies and books — Henry’s favorites.

The only words not displayed, in fact, are the ones Alex has been painstakingly crafting, agonizing over, starting and restarting, practicing every spare minute he’s alone, hoarding them for the perfect moment — for tonight.

Historically, Henry’s been the wordier half of their relationship, even his scattered post it notes are more eloquent than Alex without even trying. Alex can write with feeling and sincerity, but it doesn’t come naturally — he’s always been better out loud, or with actions. Henry’s never complained, never even intimated that he wants more written words from Alex, but—

Alex wants to give him all the words in his head, in his heart, in his very soul. He wants Henry to be able to have that written record. He wants future students and historians and random people on the internet to be able to look back after he’s gone and say holy shit Alex Claremont Diaz loved Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor with awe — wants to carve out a piece of history with his love for Henry as the chisel.

And then Alex can hear footsteps — slow, deliberate heels against the shiny marble floors — echoing softly as they approach the entrance. Alex recites the opening of his speech in his head, feels for the ring in his pocket, and faces the entrance.

His heart, which had been racing with each step, suddenly slows with sure contentment at the sight of blonde hair and sky blue eyes that go wide when they see Alex inside the bedecked splendor of Renaissance City.

“Alex…”

Alex beams as Henry looks around in awe, takes a deep breath, and gives Henry his words.

#cricket writes #suseagull04 #ficlet fest 500 #I’m a simple lady #I see a v&a prompt and write a proposal fic #I’ve written it before #and I’ll write them again

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pokemon-card-of-the-day · 6 months

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Pokemon Card of the Day #3003: Sceptile-GX (Lost Thunder)

Some Pokemon needed the right set of Pokemon around them to be great. Sceptile-GX was a good example of this, as it did very little while in standard despite a quite reasonable set of attacks for their low Energy costs and a GX attack that could work well in some spots. It simply wasn't explosive enough to work without serious disruption to the opponent. That disruption, however, was much easier to find in Grass-type form and Expanded, and while its run with the big decks didn't last too long, it certainly made a mark for a while once it found the right combination of cards to pair with.

230 HP was pretty reasonable for a Stage 2 Pokemon-GX, though admittedly on the lower side of that and low enough that something like Zoroark-GX could KO in 2 hits if it could actually get the attacks through. Doing so repeatedly, however, was quite unlikely. The Fire Weakness meant problems against things like Reshiram & Charizard-GX as well as Blacephalon, which was a pain in UPR-On Standard. The Retreat Cost, however, was just 1, so if you got a Mach Cut or Jungle Heal in you could switch out to something else easily on the next turn.

Mach Cut did 60 damage for a Grass Energy, which was pretty solid for that little even if it was a little less interesting when on a Stage 2. The addition let you discard a Special Energy from the opponent's Active Pokemon, which in Standard was best right when Sceptile-GX came out as it took out Zoroark-GX's Double Colorless Energy. There were, however, a ton of decks outside of that which just went with Basic Energy, or at least mostly did so, so the impact in the metagame was rather limited. The wide variety of Special Energy meant it was a better attack in Expanded, but certainly not foolproof considering the Trevenant & Dusknoir-GX decks and other Grass decks out there.

Leaf Cyclone was actually really good damage for 2 Grass Energy. 130 was sometimes seen for 3 Energy, so there had to be a catch this one made you move a Grass Energy from Sceptile-GX to 1 of your Benched Pokemon, which was annoying but not too bad. It did fall just short of the 2-hit KO on Tag Teams, however, so if wanting to go on the offense with Sceptile-GX you'd probably also want a Choice Band.

Jungle Heal GX was there for those stall decks, as a Grass Energy let you heal all damage from all of your Pokemon with any Grass Energy attached. You only got one shot at this, but since you were likely stacking the board with Vileplume for disruption and Rowlet & Alolan Exeggutor-GX for bulk and help evolving, you were pretty likely to get to heal a ridiculous amount of damage if you played it right.

Sceptile-GX had a few nice placements in Expanded tournaments, especially in late 2019 and early 2020 when paired with two different Vileplume cards to lock Items and attacks from Basic Pokemon (the second only when Active, so you had to pick your spots) and Rowlet & Alolan Exeggutor-GX. The extra healing and way to knock out a Special Energy was nice to have. The weird thing was that, as well as it seemed to fit, the decks with the other Pokemon in this grouping without Sceptile-GX managed to do a bit better, likely due to deck space going elsewhere. Sceptile-GX still did enough to be a viable choice in Expanded decks despite this, as the healing could really change the game. In Standard, however, it didn't have as much to work with and was generally left out.

#pokemon #pokemon tcg #card of the day #sceptile #sceptile-gx #lost thunder

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cheesycokeart · 5 months

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Rambling about scrapped projects so I don't feel like the work went to waste

I've only really made like, 3 little games. Which admittedly, I should be trying to make myself Finish more projects just so I can get more experience and be able to reliably work on something larger. Inbetween, I get the spark to make a buncha different ideas that usually don't get very far for one reason or another. I know this is a bad habit, and I'm tryin' to work on it.

Otherwise though, gonna talk about a few projects where I wanna show off what little work I did put in before deciding I was better off killing it, including a "follow-up" to Grenade Volley.

This is just some not-even-prototype-level stuff with myself rambling about things I wanted to do. So be warned before hitting read more!

Drivin' Breach

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So this was started in part based on my desire to create something utilizing the Grenade Volley world with a more "safe" gameplay style. I absolutely love old distance games, like Learn to Fly, Kitten Cannon, Shopping Cart Hero, etc etc but I realized it wasn't a super common style of game these days so wanted to take a crack at making one.

I had the basics of it going and I was pretty proud of what I had artistically and in terms of tone. Ambitiously, I even wanted a fully animated opening cutscene, but in hindsight that might've been a bit much to try and pull off.

To try and set it apart, I imagined that one main hook would be having a wide variety of "special items" that you could used to propel yourself further, each one controlling differently for players that wanted some variety, and maybe even implementing individual upgrade lines for said special items. I wanted to make the "Magic Tail" item a buttplug tail.

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After a bit of time of working I just realized things weren't coming together how I would've liked them to. Physics weren't quite satisfactory, I couldn't figure out how to implement gliders, and I wasn't super confident about balancing it to stretch the game out but also make it feel rewarding. Those combined with waning passion for the project just kinda killed it off. I was pretty proud of the art and stuff I did for it, though, and what I had going so far.

I also ended up applying some of the code (where the world moves around the player, allowing for infinite movement) to Downhill to Infinity!

(Also that shop music you here is Closed on Sundays by Mana Junkie, a CC3.0 track I found online)

Earth Servant Ms. Usagi

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I was super enthusiastic about this one for a while!! I was stoked about the idea of making a game using Ms. Usagi because she was one of my many characters made with games in mind from the get-go. I ended up settling on this weird mix of Megaman-style, fast platforming, and stylish melee combat. Notice, though, the animations are not finished at ALL.

I wanted to push fun and snappy combat, encouraging the player to bounce between enemies while using environment and speed to their advantage. Think like a hectic anime fight where the main character is running around boppin' every bad guy while darting between them. A style meter was also applied, rewarding chained attacks.

To go over the moveset: Attacking from a standstill performs an uppercut, attacking in the air performs an air kick. If you only tap the attack button for the air kick, it stops Usagi in mid-air and keeps her close to the enemy. If you hold it, however, it will both put her current speed into the kick AND launch the enemy according to said speed. Holding down while attacking in the air will slam to the ground. She also has a blaster move that's especially good for continuing combos. For defense, I added dashing maneuvers and a block/parry inspired by MGR.

I still think this kick feels fuckin sick to pull off.

Few problems came up. First one was just plain ol' being scared of level design, but that one I coulda bruteforced through. More importantly at one point I took a break and went back to it later only to realize that it Wasn't Fun. Movement felt way too slippery, I wasn't making the fast momentum-based movement blend well with the fast combo-based combat. If I wanna do anything like this again, I'd have to figure out a better way to blend this.

Either way, I know for certain I'd LOVE to make a Ms. Usagi game in the future, I think she could make for something very fun and poppy and stylish.

BONUS

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During one of the beta versions of Godot 4, I had short-lived thoughts of wanting to make a wave-based FPS to play with its 3D features. I wanted the game to have a gross, crusty aesthetic. It never got far at all, but I made a "gore harvester" machine for it and I still really like that thing. It was fun to draw such ugly textures.

#my art #game dev #godot #scrapped projects #unfinished

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jackiebrackettt · 1 year

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Figuring Out What RV Bus Kian Would've Lived in in Galloway

okay so first of all: kian canonically lived in an RV bus when he was growing up in Galloway and i have a recently discovered special interest in RVs and decided to figure out what this thing would look like. yippee ^_^

I have 3 main options (all Flxible -> more details on that later) the 1949 (originally a bus converted into a motorhome later on -> also a little earlier than timeline suggests) the 1955 (later than i'd like but this was the same year they started making RV buses (apparently)) and the 1956 (same as 1955 just throwing it in for some floor plan variety)

(1949 Flxible Clipper: click here for more pictures)

(1955 Flxible VL100 bus: click here for more pictures)

(1956 Flxible "Vistaliner": click here for more pictures)

i was trying to aim for around 1951 but around this time anyway a lot of RVs were custom built so wrt floor plan you can kinda just mix it up. i imagine kian's bedroom would've been one of the couches with a curtain around it for privacy shrug. kian's parents would've had the bed(/beds in some models although i imagine it'd be one bed in theirs) up the back

(just giving you the pictures straight up -> keep reading for background info + how I came to this conclusion)

(spent a lot of time on this so if you think it's interesting -> reblogs appreciated!)

establishing our timeline: kian was born in 1951 (33yrs old in 1984 -> the bitb was set) LETS SAY: if his parents were around 20 when he was born then they would've been born 1931. if they moved out together at 18, they would've been looking for RVs around 1949

now around this time due to roads not being great at supporting heavier vehicles (and people who weren't super super rich wanting a car as well as an RV) most people were after RV trailers instead of RV buses -> i believe that kian's parents originally had a car + trailer set up (examples later on) and then sometime around kian was born (1951) they sold their car + trailer to get an RV bus so they'd have enough room to raise a kid (<- this is all headcanon based on the logistics of RV history)

they definitely did not ever own a house because RVs were generally mostly bought by rich ppl (especially if they were RV buses) or poor ppl who bought one instead of a house (common during the depression -> prob where they got the idea). i imagine they originally continued travelling for a bit after kian was born/with the new RV and then settled down in galloway so he could make friends etc etc

it's difficult to search up the original prices for these things so i'm not sure what the comparison on prices between custom RV bus and House in Galloway would've been. which is why i'm saying they kept travelling for a bit just to like.. be on the safe side rather than assume they got an RV bus because it was cheaper than a house

the thing that's made this kind of difficult is RV buses didn't reallyyy exist around early 1950s -> they came into popularity around late 50s. however, there were a lot of people who would custom order/custom build RVs based off of bus/truck chassis. so took me a bit but i narrowed us down to the brand Flxible (info + 1949 bus pictures) (more info) (more info 2 -> custom coach corporation)

Flxible is still a little late for my personal understanding (1955 versus 1950/51) buuut it was a popular bus brand even before selling RVs so it's likely Kian's parents could've used a Flxible bus chassis/shell and had a motorhome custom built onto it (like the 1949 model above for eg). this also means they might not have a brand new bus so here's a list of flxible buses over time so you can pick one out urself if you really want to. starliners are probably too old though

Special Bit Of Info: if you headcanon one of kian's parents to be a mechanic (i guess.. his dad in this kinda era) that makes this whole thing much more simpler bc he could've just built one himself. actually admittedly i'm not sure whether that would've been more/less/equally expensive as custom ordering one.. but whatever

Likely Kian's Parents' RV Trailer + Car Set Up:

i dearly wish i could get better quality informative pics than this/any sort of date on them.. $375 back then (1949..?) is roughly $4,595 according to some converter thing i looked up. i didn't look Too much into these because they weren't as important as the galloway RV bus but Trotwood was active in the late 1940s (<- info + source of pictures)

the 1949 Thomson Avon is another potential trailer?

however if you'd like to look at other 1940s RV trailers go here. as i said, i haven't looked through them all. please be aware that not every RV on here has pictures From the 1940s as they often span a couple of decades

What I Imagine Kian's Parents' RV Trailer + Car Set Up To Be In My Heart:

a chinook on a truck chassis (<- info + source of pictures)

i genuinely can't read this</3 so the exact layout is a little confusing to me but it seems to have the basics. but literally when i was thinking "oh they'd have had a trailer + car set up first" this rough design was what my brain gave me before i even started looking. unfortunately -> way too late for them. the earliest picture with this model that i can find is 1963 (above link)

anyway! this was a lot of fun :] i'm aware not many people might be interested enough to read through the whole thing but if you did -> thank you! i hope you enjoyed!

extra little fact: they stopped the production of RVs commercially during WWII and afterwards there was a bit of an RV boom -> kian's parents were too young to be in the war but this boom likely was what inspired them to go for an RV themselves

#jrwi bitb #jrwi blood in the bayou #kian stone #i'm aware i'm probably the only person actually interested in this/accuracy in general but regardless #-> wanted to share my findings :]#brackett.rv.posting.

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Splatoon 3 - Third verse, not quite the same as the second verse

With an announcement that made us realize just how much time has passed since Splatoon 2 and the beginnings of the Nintendo Switch, Splatoon 3 unveiled itself to the world! While the gameplay didn’t seem too distinctive from the other games in the series, the fast-paced action, tight gameplay, and unique premise hits all the right notes and keeps you hooked from the moment you start playing!

Before you can even experience that fantastic gameplay, Splatoon 3 hits you right in the face with its overabundance of style! The game builds an awesome city atmosphere in the main hub and most of its battlegrounds, making the experience distinct and snappy. The game also features a ludicrous amount of clothing for customizing your inkling’s appearance, allowing you to develop your style!

The customization features also bring up an interesting wrinkle- that unfortunately raises problems- in the form of unique, latent abilities. Each piece of clothing contains buffs and perks that increase your inkling’s capabilities, ranging from run speed to damage boosts and everything in between. However, this feature acts as a double-edged sword as tying unique abilities to pieces of clothing takes away from the joy of customization and causes players to decide if they want gameplay benefits or the freedom to customize their character as they please. Thankfully, it never felt as if I was limited by my customization as all buffs and abilities help immensely on the battlefield. The game even gives you the option to customize the abilities your clothing has, albeit for a price.

However, before you can customize your inkling with clothes, you have to earn coins in some fast-paced, enjoyably hectic battles! Splatoon 3’s main gameplay revolves around getting as much turf covered as you can, whether you do it by covering it yourself or defeating enemy players who leave behind an explosion of ink! The game plays like a juiced-up version of traditional third-person shooters, as players can move quickly, travel up covered walls, and refill ammo at any point as long as they’re on the ground of their color. Similarly, walking on enemy turf will slow you down. This leads to a chaotic yet enjoyable mess as you have to make sure you’re covering enemy turf and defeating enemies trying to do the same to you, and that doesn’t even take into consideration the bevy of special abilities that come with each weapon!

If the online multiplayer isn’t quite your speed, then the story mode may be more suited to you! Admittedly, I’ve only played through the first world of story mode, but I can tell you how brilliant each level is with its goals and platforming! It takes the core shooter gameplay of the main game and manages to do some intriguing things with it. The boss fights do feel a bit slow, however. The first boss felt like a drag and went on for longer than I would like. However, the gameplay is so tight that the boss fights are still enjoyable despite this flaw!

Complementing the tight gameplay is the variety of weapons that Splatoon 3 offers! Some weapons are more suited for covering the ground, some are better for taking on other players, and they’re all a joy to use! Each weapon on its own also provides a unique style of gameplay separate from other weapons; You’ll use weapons that are better suited for close combat, sniping, or simply shooting things!

Splatoon also features little side modes that provide a nice distraction from the chaos of Turf War and the linear story mode. Salmon Run revolves around four players taking on three waves of increasingly difficult foes, invoking feelings of games like TF2’s Mann Vs. Machine. Tableturf Battles are simple card games that revolve around utilizing cards to cover more turf than your opponent, providing a simple game with a nice hint of strategy! Both of these game modes provide nice and deep gameplay that stands out from the main feature of Splatoon 3!

Additionally, Splatoon 3 features several little design quirks that make the experience more pleasant! The tutorials are brief but detailed, you unlock new weapons quickly, and the daily announcements are not only skippable but viewable in the upper left corner of the screen as you walk around the hub!

All in all, I give Splatoon 3 an 8/10!

#videogames #video games #video game review #game review #videogamereview #splatoon #splatoon 3 #nintendo #nintendo switch #nintendo switch games #cryophagecritiques

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@electrivolt said: Drinking at all was a rare enough occasion, between the general lack of funds and many, many more issues he’d rather die than get into. Drinking enough to get drunk? Now that was entirely out of the question. Volkner would very much rather keep whatever shred of control he still had over his life, thanks.

And then Volkner decided he would, in fact, trust Roark even with his own life if he had to.

It was a wonder Roark wasn’t regretting this first time Volkner allowed himself to let go enough to drink himself into that haze— he’s already too busy trying his best to cling to his boyfriend to really focus on keeping the glass in his hand from falling, head sort of resting on Roark’s shoulder with a rare grin on his face, much rarer giggling of the incoherent variety coming from him in quiet little bursts.

“Eheheh... y’r r’lly cute, y’know... y’r soooo cute ‘n’ nice ‘n’ I lov’ you...” And he’s nuzzling right there where he is, sort of humming between slurred words, not even entirely sure if he’s trying to take a comfier seat on Roark’s lap or lay against him.

“Mh... I lov’ you soooo much...” / someone’s gonna get hung over as hell huh. | accepting.

It’d be no secret that Roark had simply kept up with the old tradition of having some extra necessities around on a special little shelf in a unassuming cupboard, reserved for the rare night he simply wanted to relax a little bit—born with his father’s tolerance, he’d only serve to be drowsy on his own. But oh, when he discovered very brutally the first time that Volkner was as light as a lightweight could get, he couldn’t help himself when it came to the obligatory offering of alcohol. Roark’s several was not something to be matched ( that is, whiskey and coke ), but Volkner certainly took it upon himself to prove his worth—the one Roark insisted he didn’t have to.

And perhaps that was how they ended up snuggled up ( or, for a more accurate description, how volkner ended up ) in the living room, Roark still clinging to enough sense to finally take the glass out of Volkner’s loose hand before it ended up spilling all over them and placing it safely on the nearest flat surface. “I dunnooo, you’re being pretty cute yourself,” Roark can’t help a laugh as he spoke, admittedly having trouble keeping his composure with his love practically nuzzling into ticklish skin. The light weight in his head tells him that he certainly has had plenty himself, but it’s certainly nowhere near the cute slurring from the other, and he simply wraps an arm around him to keep him from falling too quickly in one direction or the other, lest they make a date to the bathroom, it’s safer to keep him here for both of their sakes. It’s only a matter of time before something finally hits Roark more than it already has, with the way he so easily ends up swept up in the rare toothy smile Volkner reserved just for him.

It was the small things that convinced him it was worth enabling Volkner every so often, and there was no shortage of adoration whenever his storm smiled. It was proof that there was sun behind all of those clouds that wasn’t simply Roark behind him, so willing to catch him when he fell.

“Aha—your laughs are the best—!” and Roark made the executive decision to simply pull him into his lap, bordered by bent knees with feet propped up on the coffee table. It was so much easier to hug him like this, laughing into flushed cheeks and tugging him close. “—Nuh, I love you more!” Oh boy, there they go again. Even the wayward Tybalt huffs as he waddles by in search of either his pokeball or somewhere to sleep. Only the night gets to hear what sweet everything’s go on between them.

#electrivolt #🌙 ━ / asks.#🗻 ━ 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁! / roark ic.#tw alcohol #tfw u get blasted and yet...u get 100x more domestic. :rowlet:

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Psychopaths, sociopaths, narcissists and their variants are a special ‘modern type’ of monster. There is some scientific evidence that our society may favor such personality types, who can perhaps disproportionately occupy powerful positions in the ‘credentialed’ or ‘upper echelon’ institutions of our society. As part of my research into serial killers and communication I read Jon Ronson’s book The Psychopath Test. One slight correction or update to my review below is that as of this present date (12 12 2022) I have now read another of Ronson’s books, but I’ve left this review as it was first written for Goodreads and Amazon:

A shallow dive in a deep pool

Jon Ronson’s The Psychopath Test is an enjoyable book and hard to put down but also an easy read so pay as little as you can for it. One gets the feeling especially in this internet age that most of the information (aside from the author's own telling of how his own discovery unfolds) is available elsewhere and perhaps from more authoritative and complete sources. If you are looking for a nice rundown of additional sources and themes for further study (which I was) this is a feature of the book. Nonetheless, also for this reason, perhaps I was expecting too much. The book is admittedly a "subtle" critique as the author suggests he is aiming for on page 64 when he describes his desire on at least one topic to plant "doubt into the prose[.]" We can see he does not in any way come right out and call L. Ron Hubbard a "crackpot" and he finds the Scientologists to be very helpful but... perhaps he is holding back his true feelings, and sometimes he shows us this very clearly and other times he does not. Though he plays at being open and honest with the reader, I am somewhat skeptical of his ability to walk the fine line between truth and honesty at all times, and perhaps so is he. He sets up a code or a joke at the beginning and then he plays upon it in a variety of ways, on a variety of subjects, and its particular charm is that its construction encourages one to create patterns where perhaps none exist, and that is at least one point of the book.

We all have our own little obsessions, but of course they don't usually end in random acts of violence or corporate crime. Psychopaths could be the key to a true understanding of modern society. Or they could not be. I think Foucault also wrote a little book about the madness industry, didn't he? Or at least its early days. Modernity is in full swing now. Mr. Ronson finds himself afraid of both psychopaths and lawsuits. A very modern type of fear. Or at least anxiety. Perhaps this is what he is really getting at. I found his excessive discussions of his own anxieties a bit tiresome in places, but I have not read any of his other books and perhaps this is his shtick that his regular audience enjoys. The bit about journalists and their own obsessions reminded me of Fatal Vision and its related controversies, which are also discussed much in other sources. I was a bit surprised he didn’t at least mention them. I was also surprised that though he spends a great deal of time dealing with LSD experiments on psychopaths in Canadian asylums, and he also mentions while discussing L. Ron Hubbard the CIA mind control experiments with LSD, he does not touch upon the Canadian connection here as well with MK Ultra.

I suppose at times the book feels like a collection of missed opportunities for the author to go deeper. He quips at one point that bloggers write a lot because they aren’t getting paid for it, and maybe his regular audience is made up of people who really enjoy his light (“subtle”) touch, but I personally wished he would have spread his net much wider and deeper, as the rich source material seems to invite. He makes a lot of good points. One can’t really argue with him. He seems entirely reasonable and not at all taken by conspiracy or fear mongering. Mass media, as he points out, does seem to pay more attention to certain types of madness and this critique of his is perhaps the most powerful in the book. This type of media/social system confirmation bias makes the most sense intuitively and has also been studied intensely and at length by numerous academics and other social critics. Simply put, terrorists would throw roses, if only they could get attention that way. It can be difficult to know whom to trust these days and the book paints a still somewhat comfortable picture of modern paranoia. The author navigates these waters with skill, especially in the bit with the Scientologists.

But most of all, I’m wondering what became of Tony, the psychopath who faked it ‘til he made it. Tony is not his real name, the author makes clear, and we learn also that Mr. Ronson is not allowed to discuss what was said at a certain hearing concerning Tony’s fate. Most of us would rather stay far outside the reach of such a person. Tony could be your neighbor, the person sitting next to you at the pub, or someone walking down the street towards you under the soft glow of streetlamps one quiet summer’s eve, but probably not the executive of a major corporation, which is some consolation. Tony’s crime was vicious but it only affected one person, not the populations of entire towns where factories were shut down by a brutal CEO and the cold calculation of “P/E on Nxt FY”. Certainly as the book makes clear psychiatry and psychology evolve like all science and other systems of communication. The paradox of science is that its coded truth changes over time. As the book suggests, the collision between capitalism and science here has led to some abuses. The opioid epidemic seems to be another example. Let’s hope at least that we don’t devolve back to the glory days of the sixties and seventies, when LSD served to psychopaths and feces smeared on the walls were considered good fun, or at least good therapy.

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1, 5, 9, and 15 for your Castlevania insert! (admittedly I only saw a little bit of it, but I'd still be curious to hear about your insert!!) ~ prettyboylovemail ❤

@prettyboylovemail oooo Castlevania insert time! I haven't talked about them on this blog yet so this is going to be fun~

1. what are the basics of your self insert? name, date of birth, height, etc.?

Their name is Crow. No DoB technically, they're about 5'8", messy cropped brown hair with blue eyes (yeah my s/i's follow a certain trend in appearance).

Their first appearance is in S2, and they wear a similar uniform to Hector and Isaac (high collar, bat wing motif, red sash). By S3 they've abandoned the uniform for a common brown coat, although the red sash stays. In S4 they refresh the wardrobe with a fine green tunic, a coat from Alucard's storage, and the sash is wrapped with a golden rope to act as a stronger belt.

5. does your self insert have any special powers or abilities?

Yes indeed! They have crows - admittedly the crows do tend to be the regular corvid variety, but wherever the crows go, so do Crow's eyes and ears. Any conversation with a crow in the room is witnessed by them. It's a strange omnipresence that means they can (and will) collect any sort of information ranging from gossip to murder plans to incoming threats. It doesn't matter how sneaky someone is - if a crow spots you, they know about you.

This is coupled with an emergency ability that allows Crow to dissolve into a flock of crows to avoid getting hit. Unfortunately if too many of this flock get hurt, then Crow will be forced to reform and take some of the damage too. Better than getting stabbed though.

Their final ability is that of a secondary form, which they assume first under very unpleasant circumstances, and later take to in order to protect the villagers within the castle. A poetic justice.

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

Alucard. Funnily though, the pair don't actually interact until after Dracula is first defeated and Alucard is left to take care of the castle and the ruins of the Belmont Estate. Since Crow decides not to leave the castle, and confirms to Alucard they genuinely have no interest in harming him, he decides the castle's too big to fight about having a lodger. However being alone is not nice, and the two end up spending time together simply because it keeps them sane.

I've once described Alucard and Crow as 'friends with benefits: the benefits are preventing loneliness and promoting a healthy lifestyle'. Alucard allows Crow access to the library, Crow teaches Alucard about better ways to hunt and collect food/resources. They might become friends out of necessity, but it's a genuine friendship.

15. how does your self insert play a role in the plot of the story? do they help directly defeat the villain, support the heroes, etc.?

From Crow's introduction, you'd assume they were a villain. They work for Dracula, helping inform him of enemy movements beyond the castle and directing his troops. They first report the return of Alucard, and the team-up with Sypha and Trevor. But in one of their discussions with Isaac, about why they work for Dracula, they have this to say:

"I don't really care about humanity. And I don't think he'll be able to kill them all anyway. I just want to help give him peace, and having someone he knows isn't planning to stab him in the back is part of that peace."

They don't just monitor the outside - they monitor the castle. They don't say a word when Isaac offs one of the vampire generals, and they hit hard against Camilla when it turns out she managed to actually hide secrets from them. It's one of the first moment Crow is genuinely outraged.

Come the downfall of Dracula, and they disappear, only to return as a lonely remnant in Dracula's castle. Their intent has died, and so they try to develop a new one. This is the point where they develop into a support for the heroes, and not the villains.

That's kind of the thing - they're a support, but not purely for good/evil. They're an aspect of curiosity and kindness, and manage to revolve both sides of villain & hero over the course of the story.

#answered #world: castlevania

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Preparing for the New Year | Nanami K.

tw/cw: gn reader, photo-taking, lingerie, spit, light degradation (name calling), implied size kink, a little bit of dom/sub undertones; tiny mentions of praise kink, breeding and mirror sex.

minors dni ; for the secret santa exchange. happy holidays venus @semisgroupie !! hope you like this x

Christmas is a… tentative time for you. It’s not really something you celebrate, but hey, widespread corporate holidays are A Real Thing and also, Gojo Fucking Satoru keeps cursed mistletoe in the halls to annoy everyone so. Tis the season, or whatever.

But the point! The point is that this also falls around your one year anniversary with Nanami Motherfucking Kento: sexiest man alive, forearms of a god, shoulders for days, competency kink’s wettest dream. He’s also, coincidentally, maybe, the love of your life.

You want to do it all with him: slow sex on rainy mornings and kissing him with terrible coffee breath and planting a garden together, spending forever together. You want to watch him spin out his jujutsu like it’s nothing and then meet him at home and watch him gently but firmly pluck lemons from your backyard fruit tree.

Case in point is that you want to get him something special and beyond that, you want to get him something that will make him feel soft and squishy and maybe willing to fuck you into your guys’ new couch cushions. It’s a very nice couch — a pale, pale green and so comfortable and deep that when you sit down, you sink right it. The kind of couch that swallows you whole and is, admittedly, not very idyllic to fuck on but should still be christened.

Lots of gift ideas are in the cards for Kento but it’s hard to get something for a man who is so practical and who indulges himself very intuitively. You know that you are one of his indulgences but aside from wrapping yourself like a gift and putting on a bow on your private parts, there’s not a lot in that department. But there is something that comes to mind, a far off idea that you saw on social media, and it manifests like this: you, in lingerie and Maki, with a camera.

The plan is to make a sexy calendar, every month a collage of your nudes. You brought a variety of lingerie, because the one thing your darling and devilishly handsome boyfriend likes more than buying you lingerie is ripping it off of you, so your collection has amassed pretty well.

There’s a fluffy white set, a bite of tulle and lots of lace. A silk skirt that you hike up to show the curve of your ass. A thong that you hitch around your waist and which covers approximately nothing. Your whole ass is exposed. It’s you, Maki’s unimpressed face, and your private bits against the world.

You put on a teeny tiny miniskirt and an itty bitty top and feel inordinately more exposed than you were in just the underwear. The negligee requires some untangling, more straps than fabric. You arch your back and spread your legs and lollipops get involved.

The photoshoot is fun and sexy and you get a little stirred from it but that’s nothing compared to when Kento opens up his gift. The air noticeably thickens and you can’t help the way you squirm in your seat, just a little. All Nanami does is lay one broad hand over your thigh, fingers giving you a firm squeeze that makes you ache a little, already.

It’s one thing to be in front of the camera, making faces at Maki in between shots and trying to school yourself into the right mindset to fellate a strawberry-flavoured lollipop. It’s another thing entirely to be sitting beside your boyfriend, watching the flicker of his eyes as he methodically and slowly peruses each monthly spread. It’s different and you’ve never felt sexier than when you’re underneath Kento’s gaze, never felt the hot flush of want like you do when he looks over you.

Each monthly spread is a collage, either of you from the photoshoot or of past pictures, alone or together with Kento himself.

January starts off easy, kind of. It’s you in the thong and some socks. You thought it was kind of cute at the time, but now you squirm in your seat, already achingly empty and hyper aware of Nanami’s big, warm hand on you. Your ass is printed out in multiple angles. There’s you, sitting back on your heels, showing off the fullest curves of your cheeks. Bent over the arm of a couch, stretching like a cat. Wearing your boyfriend’s button down, hiked up around your hips to show off as much skin as possible, looking up with a lollipop in your mouth.

Kento’s hand tightens on your thigh and you can’t help the whimper that escapes you.

“You look like a whore,” he says, something hard in his tone, but he doesn’t say anything else, just flips to February. It’s a purposeful tease and when you try to wiggle around again, his fingers grip you harder: a reprimand. You’re going to be bruised from this. You can’t wait to look at them.

March is a strappy number that covers exactly nothing, which Kento would remember because he ripped it an identical piece off of you the first time you wore it for him. There’s you on your knees, presenting for him, back arched and cheeks spread. A picture with a dildo worked into you, straps pulled aside, that you had to kick Maki out to take on self-timer. A few of you and Nanami from the last time you fucked in it: hole spread wide around his fat cock, his hand adding to the straps wrapping around the base of your neck.

Kento, at this point, has pulled you to sit in between his legs, instructing you to hold and flip through the calendar on command in a low, deep tone. It leaves his hands free to wander, pinching your nipples, wandering down between your legs to rub thick knuckles against sensitive places. It’s all you can do it not get on your knees and beg. Every time your head tips back to rest on his shoulder, he forces it up again.

“Head up,” he orders. His fingers squeeze your cheeks, making your lips part. He angles your head to spit in your mouth and you whine, clenching around nothing, desperate and half crazed as he makes you flip another page.

August is a collage of you two from the summer. There was a curse out on the coast, they called in Kento to deal with it, and you spent a blissful two weeks there, fucking between bouts of fucking exorcising and sunbathing between bouts of fucking. Your skimpy bathing suit bottoms leave nothing to the imagination, especially with the way the pictures have perfectly captured your boyfriend squeezing your ass, pulling you up on your toes in a kiss. There’s you in his lap, legs sprawling, his hand high, high up on your thigh. Kento, in his broad shouldered glory, all muscled arms and tiny waist and that broad, broad chest, not bothering to look up for the mirror picture you’re taking, two of his thick fingers inside of you, mouth on your jaw.

Kento gets through the whole calendar, a tent in his pants that you definitely grind on the whole time, while he fondles you, casually, lightly. The second the calendar closes, Kento has already manhandled you onto your knees like you wouldn’t have sank down anyway. The man is an Adonis, chiselled and glorious, and you are so, so desperate for him, you’d do anything he asked in this moment.

“Slut,” he says, tone void of inflection and eyes heated. He doesn’t touch you, just watches you pant for him for a second, eyes big and watery looking up at him. You barely, barely resist the urge to rub your thighs together impatiently. You want to be good for him. You know this look and want to give him it all, want to be a good baby for him for Christmas tonight and have him breed you in reward.

His big hands unbuckle and unzip his pants — measured, patient movements that mean your mouth is already salivating when he frees his massive cock. Kento pumps it slowly with one hand, and you lose track of the plot for a second when his other hand grips the back of your neck, tilting your head further up to spit in your mouth again. When he pulls away, you keep your mouth open for another few moments, eyes fixed on him, a good little bitch with their tongue out. You swallow only when he gives you permission.

“Go on,” he tells you, and you need nothing else to get your mouth on his fat cock. Kento’s such a good boyfriend, training you on his cock for months and months so now, you only struggle a bit before you get his thick head down your throat.

He keeps eye contact with you, because that’s one of his requirements, you must look up at him unless he says otherwise, and you feel one of his big hands pet your head, even as you gag a little on his dick.

“That’s it,” he says. You work a little harder, because Kento is fair in his praise and you’ve always been a slut for it. “Good baby, that’s it.”

#nanami x reader #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x reader #jjk smut #nanami smut #artemis.writes #hope u like this !! i tried my best :’)#degradation tw #dom/sub tw #spit tw #lingerie cw #mirror sex tw #size tw #praise tw #photo taking tw #breeding tw #just in case

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RE8 Ladies + S/o with chronic pain HCs

Type/cause of chronic pain is kept ambiguous, but some of the hcs might seem geared towards migraines, since that's the main thing that I personally struggle with (and these are very definitely comfort hcs). Features Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Donna, Mother Miranda, and as a 'lil bonus Ava. Not particularly long, but the combined length of every character is enough to be put under a read-more (About 2,500 words in total).

Alcina:

It’s difficult for her to know that you are suffering, but be unable to deal directly with the source of the problem. Chasing off unwanted nuisances or hunting down threats to the castle was one thing, trying to solve complicated medical issues was another thing entirely. If only she could tear your condition asunder without tearing you asunder.

That being said, she’ll still support you endlessly, however she can. It doesn’t matter how expensive or hard-to-access possible treatments are. If there’s something you haven’t tried, and are interested in trying, she’ll find a way for you to get it.

The biggest, and arguably most helpful, thing that she does is set up a space for you within her office. She spends quite a lot of time there for her family’s business, but doesn’t want to leave you alone on bad days. So this was her idea of a nice compromise.

There’s a very comfortable sofa that folds out, a cabinet filled with the softest blankets, and several pillows of a few different sizes. Servants are instructed not to interrupt Alcina’s work without good reason, but she has a couple who ensure your snack cabinet is always well stocked.

If there are certain environmental factors to your condition, such as sensitivity to light and sound, she does her best to reduce their effects. Lights remain dimmed (or she’ll rely on candlelight), her music will be kept quiet enough to be soothing, and she’ll refrain from taking any calls while you are with her.

Bela:

To think that Daniela once tried to claim that Bela would “never need to know any of that (medical) stuff”! Sure, there haven’t been many people who have needed (and received) treatment from her, but that didn’t mean the skill was useless. Admittedly, she doesn’t know enough to replace one of your doctors, or try to create her own version of a cure, though no one really expected that much from her.

Still, she knows enough to help soothe your pain. Obviously there are different techniques for different kinds of pain, and she does research before trying anything specific. Bela’s also aware that you’ve been dealing with this for far longer than she has, meaning that you probably wouldn’t be pleased if she came in, acted like an expert, or assumed that you hadn’t really thought about the most popular remedies. So she’s tactful with how she approaches things, always checking if you’re familiar with a subject before she tries to explain anything.

Bela ends up surprising you with a lesser-known skill of hers: Massage. Studying anatomy has given her a decent idea of the body’s more sensitive spots, and the rest she’s figured out through her own, ahem, experiences. Regardless of where you’re in pain, your girlfriend can help reduce your suffering. Okay, well, if your pain is more internal than external, it’s a bit harder for her, but she can still help you relax.

One of her favorite things to do after giving you a massage is to just pull you in close for some cuddling. Preferably you’ll be in her lap, with her arms around your waist, her chin tucked on top of your shoulder. Then she’ll do her best to whisper you praises, reminding you how strong you are, and that she’s incredibly proud of you.

Cassandra:

She’s, uh, not great at this. At least not at first. Maybe she’ll never be more than good at it, though. But she’s definitely trying! And learning! By Jove, that’s something, right?

First things first, she’s always ready to try to distract you, primarily through kisses and gentle touches. Fingers softly trailing over your skin, lips tickling your neck, featherlight in all the right places… It’s not inherently sexual (though it can quickly go that route if you ask), just intimate. It’s harder for your brain to process pain when you’re also processing pleasure, so there is some science behind Cassandra’s methods, even if she herself isn’t entirely aware of that.

While she’s not great with words, there are certain things that she manages to articulate well enough. For one, she makes sure you know that you aren’t a burden. Taking care of you- no, helping you take care of yourself- is a labor of love, if a labor at all. More than that, she knows full well that you probably don’t like feeling pitied, or coddled. That, over time, being sick ends up being beyond frustrating. She never wants you to feel like your condition defines you, or like it puts any strain on your relationship.

That said, she’ll avoid telling her family any specifics unless you do first, and ensures that the staff know how to accommodate you (without telling them why, because it’s none of their fucking business, and she’s their boss, and for fuck’s sake it’s their job to do what she tells them. Maybe she gets a lil bit overzealous with it). At no point will she ever complain about helping you, or otherwise indicate that your needs are “troublesome”.

At the end of the day, the best comfort she brings you is her presence, simply being near you, endlessly loyal, tireless in her affections. Especially considering she gets clingier the worse your symptoms get.

Daniela:

Hope you enjoy cuddling. Seriously. There’s nothing Daniela loves more than curling up with you, and that goes double for bad pain days. Some adjustments will be made position-wise if you need, but she’ll still hold you as close as possible, for as long as you need. Although she might eventually fall asleep (because damn are you comfy), she’ll play with your hair or run her fingers along your scalp until she eventually dozes off.

If you want a little more from her than light snoring, or if she feels like going above and beyond, or honestly just if she’s thinking about how much she loves you (so all the effing time), she’ll do something she’s always loved in movies/books: Reading to you! She’ll pick special books that neither of you have read before, so you can experience them together on your sick(er) days. Which does, of course, mean that it might take months to finish even a single one. Surprisingly, Daniela won’t even briefly consider reading any without you. Even if the plot is really good.

But, uh, if you wanted her to read to you on a day where you aren’t bedridden? Hell yes, my friend, she’s absolutely down for that!

On days where she’s too busy to spend hours upon hours in bed with you, or days where her ADHD is just particularly bad, she tries her best to leave you with a “substitute”. AKA a massive fucking teddy bear, in a reddish brown color, with a green bowtie. Custom ordered (The Duke did not dare tease her for it). There’s a heart stitched onto the stuffed animal’s chest, which features your first initial alongside a D for Daniela.

Additionally, she has a blanket she only brings out for you, which she periodically sprays with her favorite perfume. That way you can hold it close when she’s not around, as if you were cuddling her. For her sake, though, don’t hold the teddy bear or blanket too tightly when she is around. Homegirl here will get jealous of inanimate objects, even ones that she gave you.

Donna:

“I think I have a tea for this…” Damn right she has a tea for this. Donna has a massive garden, with dozens if not hundreds of different plants, including a variety of herbs/spices. At least one of them has to be a little helpful for you. Whether it relieves pain, helps you nap off some of your misery, or just distracts you by tasting bloody-well delicious! Besides, few things make you feel quite as loved as holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in your hands, knowing your lover made it just for you. Like a hug in a mug, it is!

Similarly to Alcina, Donna will also try to create a comfortable space for you, but isn’t likely to put it downstairs with her workshop. Instead she’ll let you take over one of the larger guest rooms, customizing it to suit your specific needs. There will be some easy to care for plants for decoration (ones that won’t mind potentially missing out on natural sunlight), a couple relaxing paintings, and a shelf near the bed with things to help you pass the time, mainly books.

Furthermore, she’ll do her best to keep you company as often as possible. She’s naturally a fairly quiet person, so you won’t have to worry about sound if that’s something you’re sensitive to. While she prefers using a sewing machine, she’ll do things by hand while you’re in pain, just to reduce the chances of you getting irritated by the sound.

Speaking of potentially irritating sounds… by god can Angie be difficult to be around when you’re ill. Thankfully, Donna is perfectly understanding of this, and, as the only person Angie ever listens to, makes sure to give the doll a stern talking to about your health. To your immense surprise, it actually works. You’re not exactly sure what was said, but Angie certainly becomes a lot more compensating afterwards. She’ll keep her antics to herself, and usually even on another side of the house from where you rest, but only for as long as you’re tucked away in your room. As soon as you set foot outside, her restraints are metaphorically removed. All hell breaks loose (as is her universe-given right as the physical embodiment of both Chaos and Entropy).

Mother Miranda:

If the two of you weren’t lovers, there’s a decent chance you would completely misinterpret her actions. She might come off as irritated, like she has bigger concerns than your health, you fragile little human. After all, she is a goddess (well, practically). But the truth is that she’s aching inside every time you have a bad pain day, knowing that (for once) she cannot cure your ailment. Maybe if she had infinite subjects with the same condition as you…

But, at the end of the day, that’s the problem. There’s only one of you. One of her beloved, her little human darling, so dangerously fragile in comparison to the scale she works on. Even with all the time in the world, which she most certainly has, she cannot cure you without taking incredible risks. With your life at stake… It is a gamble she refuses to take. You are hers, and while she hates to see you suffer, the truth is that she’ll always be selfish enough to let you endure on your own.

That doesn’t mean she doesn’t help, though, just that she doesn't do a full-out experiment on you. Instead, she keeps notes. She’ll track your activities, bedtimes/when you get up, dietary habits, when you have pain, what you do to treat said pain, how effective the treatments are, etc, etc. All of this can be very useful in establishing patterns (a skill she’s gotten very good at, in her many decades of being a scientist), which can in turn lead to less pain days.

(For example, many people with migraines find that certain foods seem to trigger a migraine, or at least increase the chances of getting one. Though admittedly they don’t always end up cutting the food out of their diet. I mean, come on, you want me to give up chocolate? You want me to drink normal milk, like an adult? Kidding, kidding, I don’t have any food triggers. Nor do I particularly enjoy chocolate milk, nor do I dislike it.)

Moving on! While her work seemingly takes precedence over your condition, Miranda is not heartless, and she does do some things to lend you more direct comfort. Specifically, she tries to work in the same room as you when she can, normally while making electronic copies of physical documents, or while looking over the details of a finished experiment. She’s not always one for cuddling, so she won’t often get in bed with you during the daytime. But at night? Yes, fine, she will wrap her arms around you, maybe one of her wings too if you like how soft they are.

Just don’t think that she secretly loves every second. It’s not like she’ll spend half an hour whispering about how sweet and adorable you are as soon as you fall asleep, or anything like that. It’s twenty minutes at the most.

Bonus!Avaskian Caldwell:

“Oh, fuckin’ mood!” Followed by a solid thirty seconds of pure regret. Seriously, though, Ava has spent xer entire life (starting at age 10) dealing with chronic migraines. For a while xe also dealt with POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), which meant lots of chest pain, but that (thankfully) faded as xe grew into an adult, as is fairly common with the condition. If anyone in Castle Dimitrescu understands unrelenting, unexplainable pain, it’s xer.

That being said… Ava never really managed xer chronic pain, at least not when xe was at xer worst. Xe had to drop out of school because of it. Hell, xe didn’t have a “real” job until xe was almost 23! Didn’t have a chance until things just calmed down for xer. So xe gets anxious whenever you talk about your health, worried that things are (or will at some point be) as bad for you as they were for xer. Other than that, though, you might initially think that xe doesn’t care, or didn’t understand the conversation.

Truth is, xe knows how absolutely fucking ANNOYING it can be to have to explain your health to every new person you meet (like the dozen different doctors you’ve met over the years, possibly every nurse who takes your pulse and thinks it’s a little bit high). So xe did a shit ton of research on your condition, in order to reduce how much you need to explain. Sure, xe will still have questions, and there are always aspects that only you can tell xer, but it’s a nice gesture.

As for helping you destress, xe’s pretty much a mix of Bela and Miranda. You’ll get plenty of massages (because Ava has learned from personal experience what sort of touches help with which sorts of pain), but also some scientific insight on any noticeable patterns. Lots of holding you close and telling you that you’re the coolest person in the world, and that Ava feels beyond lucky to have you.

#alcina dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #mother miranda x reader #oc x reader #avaskian caldwell #j has ocs #re8 village #resident evil: village #hcs

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MY HERO ACADEMIA FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

i also have one of these for haikyuu

ill keep updating this as i read more

TodoDeku

Tea at Midnight - crispykrimi

Shouto has always been restless at night, and he quickly realizes that he’s not the only one when he goes to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea and finds someone already there.

Sitting in the dark, legs pulled up to his chest at the kitchen table is Midoriya. But what jars him the most about the scene before him is the utter vulnerability on his face. He looks tired, and the shadows under his eyes leaves the impression of a night haunted by dreams. And then there’s the huge swath of clothing pulled loosely around the boy, a warm gray hoodie, with the hood pulled up around his face and slipping forward over his forehead.

The image he makes, sitting curled the way he is, makes something in his stomach lurch. Maybe that’s why he calls out to him instead of backing slowly from the room before he can notice.

[Part 1/10 of a series, highly recommend reading the whole thing here]

Todoroki and Yaoyorozu’s Elite Study Club - hanwritesstuff (hannahkannao)

“Well, as I see it, we have two options.” Shouto holds up two fingers. “We can either ignore this and pretend it never happened or... not.”

He doesn't know which one he wants.

“What does not entail, exactly?” Yaoyorozu asks.

“...I don't know.”

In which Todoroki accidentally learns something about Yaoyorozu, Yaoyorozu accidentally learns something about Todoroki, and they spend a considerable portion of their study sessions... not studying.

i feel your warmth, and it feels like home - orphan_account

The five times where Shouto remembers that Midoriya is more buff than he lets on.

(alternatively titled the-one-where-shouto-internally-nosebleeds-and-tries-to-act-casual)

pls respond - Esselle

'Midoriya: UR SO CUTE

Shouto chokes on nothing. How is he supposed to respond to that? Is he supposed to respond at all?

Midoriya: Look at your big head aaaaaaaaaaaaah

Midoriya: *Image Attached*

Oh, Shouto thinks. He was talking about Shouto's Nitotan, which is now smashed to one of Izuku's cheeks in the image Izuku just sent, as Izuku squeezes it joyfully. Even if Izuku wasn't talking to him directly, the butterflies in Shouto's stomach feel a bit joyful, too.

He types out: I wish I were that Nitotan right now. Then he snorts, and erases it.'

Izuku has a wide variety of special moves, but his Key Smash might be the most powerful of all.

KiriBaku

Drown In My Ocean Of Black Box Dye - brigreenie

He clicked the pen his therapist had given him, opening the first page. In big letters, he wrote, “Reasons To Live: 1-100.”

Then, he flipped to the middle of the journal. He paused, felt-tip inches from the page. This was gonna be another mistake to add to his long-running list, wasn’t it?

Caving, he put the pen to the page.

“Reasons to Die: 1-100.”

The idea was simple; old as time.

First to one hundred wins.

(PLEASE READ THE TWs!!)

2am Knows All Secrets - Unbreakable_Red_Riot

… It wasn’t that he was annoyed.

Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed, but that was just the lack of sleep talking. Because a certain explosive punk thought it was a good idea to test the flammability of his sheets at 2 in the morning. Every single morning.

(In which Bakugou's quirk wakes Kirishima up, and Kirishima gets way too invested in his bro's well-being.)

Number One - QuirklessWonder (SouthernSmartAss)

Eijirou woke up to getting hit in the face with a phone.

This, admittedly, was not usually how he woke up. He hardened his skin, his eyes shot open, and he pulled his arms up to defend himself, but then there were large - familiar - hands stroking his arms and a soothing voice in his ear. After a second, he managed to drop his defenses and when his panic finally resided, he was able to recognize the shock of blond hair and handsome face hovering above his.

“What the fuck?” He rasped, his voice still thick with sleep despite his rude awakening. Katsuki chuckled, partly apologetic but mostly amused.

“Sorry,” He said, pressing a kiss to Eijirou’s temple before crawling onto the bed and throwing a leg over his waist, settling on top of the redhead’s stomach. “That wasn’t exactly how I planned this to go.”

Aggressive Affection - QuirklessWonder (southernSmartAss)

Eijirou didn’t really know if what he was doing right now could be considered heroic or manly, but there he was, hiding in his room, the only sounds breaking the still silence being his pitiful sniffling. He hadn’t cried, but he had wanted to, and the unshed tears still ached in his chest. He was just being so stupid about this; his problem today didn’t deserve his tears.

So what if some girl liked Bakugou?

It wasn’t like Bakugou would like her back . . . right?

Talk Too Much - QuirklessWonder (SouthernSmartAss)

“You talk too fucking much - I’ve also been your best fucking friend for years, chill the fuck out,” Bakugou said. He grabbed another piece of bread, glancing at Kirishima from under his eyelashes. “Also, I fucking agreed to this didn’t I? Clearly I like you too, you dumbass.”

Kirishima managed to swallow down the bread, and then he grinned widely at Bakugou. “You like me?”

“God, you are a dumbass,” Bakugou said, snorting again. “Fucking obviously I like you.”

KamiSero

Maybe This Time I’ll Remember - BulletproofFurniture

"Sero and I aren't dating,” Denki cuts Jirou off with an uncomfortable chuckle. She stares at him incredulously. “We’re not!”

“You call him babe,” she says slowly. “Like, you call him that more than his own name.”

“Bros call each other that, sometimes,” he says indignantly.

Look, just because Sero and Kaminari made out one time doesn't mean they're dating. Right?

shock your soul - montparni

Twelve years of Halloween; or, Kaminari Denki grows up (but not too much), makes some memories, and learns to look right in front of his eyes.

another thousand still - montparni

A study in domesticity; or, Kaminari Denki is very sappy, Sero Hanta is almost as bad, and they both have a lot of kissing to catch up on.

That Funny Feeling - lessatlas

Being in love with your best friend is not exactly fun.

Until you find out they feel the same, that is.

ChargyPhane - woahmoryi

“Hey! I’m Cellophane and this is my boyfriend Denki! Aka ChargyPlayz! No, that won’t work.”

How do you even tell people this stuff. Oh! What if I just slip it into a stream? No, they’d definitely notice and make a big deal about it. My only choice is..

“I give up.”

or a youtube/gamer au but they still have quirks just no UA. But, instead they just go to a regular old college called UA!!

Chatfics

blood is thicker than water (and teenage angst is our birthright) - illu_gremlins

Class 1-A create a group chat.

***

Class 1-A. Aizawa Shota's infamous hellspawn. 'The' students. Villain magnets. Future heroes.

Fucking teenagers.

***

A BNHA Chatfic but with plot.

yell heah - fakecharliebrown

Iida creates a group-chat for Class 1-A. It doesn't go as planned.

users are online - anonymous

Another chat fic, full of teenage angst and Gen Z memery. Gay af and full of regrets. Mistakes have been definitely made.

mistakes have been made - illu_gremlins

Yaoyorozu creates a group chat for class 2-A

Chaos ensues.

A BNHA Chatfic.

Hellchat - SurrealSupernaturalist

Chargebolt: as much as I would love to celebrate this occasion

Chargebolt: there is a pressing matter we must discuss

The_Abyss_Beckons: our slow march to the inevitable and how every second is a moment we will never get back, spent feeling fleeting emotions in a sad attempt not to let the crushing existential dread set in?

Chargebolt: what no

Chargebolt: nicknames

Whom else in this chat gay - earthforever

Iida creates a group chat for "classroom related things only" but of course the rest ignore him completely

previously named class 1-a chat!

Miscellaneous

If We’re Being Honest - TheQueenOfWhump

Class 1-A is hit by a very powerful truth quirk, and lots of things come out. Some things are quite harmless - quite the opposite, really - others are quite funny, and some open wounds that never really healed.

(PLEASE READ THE TWs!!)

Relationship Advice for Dummies - vaporean_ninja

5 times Kirishima gave out love advice, and one time that love advice came back to him.

A Night To Remember - hanwritesstuff (hannahkannao)

“Huh?” Izuku narrows his eyes and looks at the poster. It doesn’t make sense when he first reads the words, when they first roll off his tongue. “‘Yuuei High School’s 24th Annual Future Heroes Gala’? What... is this?” He feels like he should know, but he can’t think straight after staying up so late last night.

“Well.” Kirishima grins. “When I saw the poster, I texted Amajiki-senpai and he told me all about it.”

There’s something particularly mischievous in his smile that has Izuku worried.

“Long answer, it’s pretty much the only school dance Yuuei has and it’s third-years only,” Kirishima continues, “It’s supposed to be a celebration of everything we’ve done over the past three years, so it’s super fancy and formal and there’s slow dancing and and stuff like that -”

“Short answer, it’s hero prom!” Hagakure interrupts, barely getting the words out before at least four people erupt into cheers.

Bakugou and Todoroki’s Foolproof 5-Step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru - Anubis_2701

It was a simple enough idea; screw around with the resident bastard of Class 1-A to let him know that his medieval ways and perverted behaviour weren't going to be tolerated by even the most career-focused of UA's students.

To say that things had snowballed was an understatement.

Todoroki had no idea how he had ended up sitting on Bakugou's floor at 1 am, holding a dossier of incriminating material that would make the FBI slobber, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

The long and short of it was, fuck Mineta.

What Are Friends For? No Seriously, What? - MiskatonicMassacre

"Bakugou Katsuki did not have friends. He had three annoying idiots who followed him around and chose to spend their free time with him. He did not like them. He tolerated them. And he absolutely did not have a crush on any of his so called “friends”. Because that would be dumb and gross and annoying and so cliche that Bakugou would have to launch himself into the sun were it true. So it’s a good thing it wasn’t."

an unfamiliar lightness - montparni

All Hanta knows is that while most children grow out of their dreams of heroism, start striving for something more practical and sensible and sane, he, apparently, never got the memo.

Electric Love - QuirklessWonder (SouthernSmartAss)

His eyes darted up to hers, catching her staring. She reflexively tensed, still hitting the notes but falling out of rhythm for maybe half a beat, the lyrics clinging to her lips for a second longer than they should. It was something most people wouldn’t notice, but she could see Bakugou glaring at her from over the rim of his drums.

And Kaminari - he noticed. His lips tugged into a smile and then there he was, grinning soft and sweet at her before he went back to his guitar.

Her fingers stuttered again; this time, it was for more than a couple beats.

“What the fuck,” Bakugou growled.

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thanks again to @dykerory and @willowcrowned for this genius au. this is an incomplete collection of very specific set of headcanons/daydreams i had about a tangential version of your au that made me emotional in the middle of the woods. whenever you feel the time is right, i’m very eager to hear your og version on the ‘but obi-wan, tho!’, because i admittedly pushed this one’s resolution really far chronologically because i wanted batman to be involved.

continuation from here

note: my understanding of dcu is as sporadically informed as my understanding of the gffa.

newly graduated clark kent gets his first journalism job and starts settling more and more into the superman thing. the rest of the justice league has been around but his entrance onto the scene is the one that really inspires the various heroes to actually start coordinating to deal with the weirdness magnet that is dcu Earth. Clark is in his early 20s. Anakin is in his late 30s.

He’s been living on Earth, without the force, for nearly 2/3rds of his life. He has a close knit circle of friends who were kind to him even when they thought he was just a weird and crazy emo cult victim (the gradual increase of public encounters with aliens and superpowers sparks some awkward apologies, Anakin at 38 just waves his friends off, smiling and changing the subject, neither confirming nor denying his high school ramblings of spaceships and magic. it doesn’t really change anything).

He lives an hour’s drive from smallville, and runs a successful auto shop. people travel from pretty far to check out some of his more wild and specialized motorcycle abominations. makes enough money selling them to rich idiots to fund his free auto-class and auto-repair programs for impoverished communities.

It took a while but he eventually came around to the idea of helping people without physical force (ironically, this is happening around the same time Clark is coming to the realization that he can help people with physical force). Generally respected as a pillar of the community. When people start to realize how profoundly weird he is as a person in a number of inexplicable ways, someone will generally pull them aside and quietly whisper that he was in a cult at a child, no one really knows much about it except that it’s what inspired his anti-modern-slavery work, which is a little telling. Not married. Was in a long-term relationship for like 9 years. It didn’t end well but no-one knows the details.

Has several cats.

He’s- wistful but settled. He’s been through a lot of therapy. He meditates every morning and night, clearing his mind and examining his emotions in the way Obi-Wan taught him. He thinks Obi-Wan would be proud of him. He know his Mom would be.

Once he gets used to the idea, he never really stops loving the concept of learning just because. Duel bachelors degree in in african american history and american literature, masters in engineering, masters in astrophysics a phd in theoretical physics, another phd in medieval folklore. He’s worked a lot of jobs.

He was already pretty well versed in astronavigation back at the temple. Over the course of his time on earth, he gets more educated in earth astronomy and physics. With is increased knowledge, his theory for ‘how did i get here’ shifts from slight hyperdrive miscalculation, to big hyperdrive miscalculation, to some sort of hyperlane incident. he realizes that none of the stars he knows are familiar in any NASA database. He must be beyond wildspace, which helps him let go of the last bit of hurt he felt that Obi-Wan never found him.

Then he really learns physics- and- light doesn’t exactly work like that right? He thought it was just primitive Earth understanding but... he gets a phd more or less accidentally, trying and failing to disprove that the speed of life is constant constant.

Get’s another even more accidentally, explaining how alternate universes might form if we assume slightly different universal constants. He publishes his thesis anonymously around the same time metas are becoming a household term, and at least one science journalist speculates on it and how alternate universes might explain the increasing prevalence of wildly different superpowers. He doesn’t claim credit for the honorary diploma awarded to the unknown theorist- he doesn’t want to risk drawing any attention to him and by extension Clark, who’s alien differences are far more of the ‘military experiment interesting’ variety then his.

He stops tinkering with Clark’s ship. He finally gets how it works. Now that he realizes how FTL travel has to work in this universe, tinkering with the mechanical generation and harnessing of the massive quantities of energy necessary to do is startlingly familiar. But it doesn’t matter. No matter how far and fast he travels, he’s never going to be able to get back to the life he used to know.

Perhaps this is what being the chosen one actually means- he’s meant to live a life without the force, so that when he returns to it in death he’ll be able to somehow...educate? the force? maybe?

Ok, he’s not great at the metaphysical spiritual side of things, but he does accept that going back is out of his control, and he’s doing good here, even if it’s not galaxy altering.

Despite all the therapy, he never doubts that his early life was real. He has his saber and deep, deep down he can feel a spark in the kyber. He can’t do anything with it, but it’s there. There’s also pieces of the utter wreck that was his ship in the cellar, next to the sleek unblemished pod that Clark arrived in. Shortly before Clark becomes Superman, he asks for his help in melting down his old ship to make unearthly alloys.

He’s not surprised when Clark tells him he met a ‘real’ ‘magic’ user- it stands to reason that considering how relatively easy it is to convert energy from one form to another in this universe (Clark can fly), at least one kind would bend to sentient willpower in a similar way as the force does.

It’s still a little nervewracking showing his lightsaber to someone new for the first time in a decade. Zantana scrutinizes, bewildered.

“There is some sort of power locked within, but it’s unfamiliar to me,” she admits finally. “I could probably brute force it and force the energy to release itself, but it would likely destroy the container.” Anakin politely refuses.

Later, after the justice league’s formation, Clark mentions to J’onn that he has a friend who might be able to work on his ship. J’onn is extremely doubtful when he’s brought to a bizarre autoshop in the midwest that looks half-like a roadside attraction. Anakin sighs and digs his hands into the guts of the craft, muttering incomprehensibly and yelling at clark to melt down some pieces from the special scrap pile. A few days later he explains the patches he’s done to an impressed J’onn. When he asks how a human came to learn such things, he’s absently informed that,

“I used to work in a junkshop in Tatooine. All sorts of ship parts came through.”

“I’m unfamiliar with this world.”

“Tell you what, if you ever meet anyone who’s heard it of it, send them my way, and I’ll make your next repair free.”

“Oh! I’m afraid I don’t have any earth money...”

“Ugh, of course you don’t. it’s cool, capitalism sucks anyway and everyone’s entitled to free transportation, regardless of the area they happen to live. I do ask that if you can’t pay for the repairs that you spend an equivalent number of hours either attending one of my free auto classes, or volunteer at a community-led charities of your choice, here I’ll get you a pamphlet-”

So the Martian Manhunter becomes a weekly volunteer at a Midwestern Food Waste Reclamation Facility. J’onn J’onzz ends up becoming Anakin Skywalker’s friend well before he becomes comes truly comfortable around Kal-El. For a telepath, 39 year old Anakin’s Jedi orderly mind is a soothing relief.

(again, Anakin has spent far more time meditating on Earth then he ever did at the temple. Before all this, spent five years dutifully memorizing the Jedi way even as he struggled to live up it’s basic practices. For the first few years on earth, religiously practicing every meditation technique Obi-Wan ever taught him, thinking obsessively about the philosophies he never had time to really process, is just a desperate attempt to reconnect with the force, prove himself worthy of it. But even after he gives up on ever touching the force again, he keeps up the practice, he can’t release his emotions exactly, but he does find peace. The tendency to stop mid-rant to earnestly pronounce made up zen bullshit and then sit quietly for an hour before picking up on his tirade again as though there was no interruption is one of the things many things people find profoundly weird about him)

Kal-El doesn’t stop asking new aliens and dimensional travelers if they’ve ever heard of Coruscant, or Hutts, or the Jedi Order. Anakin might have given up, but Superman remembers his older brother scrubbing away his own tears to focus on helping Clark calm down enough to touch the floor again. The more the Kryptonian’s powers developed in alarming ways, the more Anakin set aside talk of missing his home galaxy. Anakin might have claimed it wasn’t like that, but Clark was determined to take every chance his increasingly weird life threw at him, no matter how vanishingly small.

In the middle of his first battle with Braniac, Clark starts insulting his incomplete database. The world collector pauses, demanding a more precise explanation. Clark complies, giving his best technical description of Coruscant’s cityscape, Tatooine’s binary star system, and so on. Braniac is so distracted that Superman recovers completely from his kryptonite poisoning and easily saves the day.

Neither the lantern corp or the denizens of the neutral zone have the answers. Superman doesn’t mention it it Anakin, but he never stops looking and listening.

“How did you even meet that guy?” Flash asks curiously after stopping to say hello on one of their after work laps of the country.

“Aliens among us support group,” Kal-El responds deadpan.

“Oh. Wait, what? He’s an alien? I thought he was from the future or something! You’re messing with me. No way that’s a thing. How many people are in the support group? This is a joke, right?”

“Sorry, most of them aren’t out and I don’t want to violate their privacy- a lot of them have high profile jobs. How do you think I met J’onn?”

“SUPES I’M FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW YOU’VE GOTTA STOP”

Anakin is just sort of vaguely known by a solid chunk of the super community as ‘that one midwestern zen space mechanic’ and no one really questions it because everyone’s life has just gotten so goddamn weird. A few of them know he used to be a space wizard of some kind. Space wizards now being a regular hazard of life on earth, no one has reason to doubt this, and it’s as good an explanation as any for Anakin’s general vibe.

well. almost no one doubts this. Batman does not simply accept Anakin’s general bullshittery without carefully investigating and drawing his own conclusions. He does not share these with anyone.

But one day Clark- this is well after Superman became Kal-El to him, and not long after Kal-El tells him to call him Clark- comes up to him and asks for his help finding about an alternate universe. Knowing and dreading where this is going, Batman stalls,

“Shouldn’t you be asking one of the league members who regularly travels between universes?”

“I have, over the years,” Clark admits, awkwardly scuffing a boot on the floor of the cave. “But no one’s familiar with the exact one I’m looking for, and I thought since you’re a detective, and also one of the smartest people I know, you might be able to help me...”

“You’re an investigator yourself, and you can survive the vacuum of space,” Bruce shoots back flatly. “I’ve told you before Gotham is my priority, and this has ‘personal project’ all over it.”

“Come on, B, please,” Superman pleads, trailing Batman around the cave like an overgrown puppy. “In a few months it will have been 30 years! He’s my brother! Just let me see the research you’ve already done!”

“Who says I’ve already done research on your brother?”

Clark shoots him a look. And Bruce concedes the point with a grunt.

“I’ll need need to talk with him first,” Bruce finally concedes. “Bring him by the cave. Take the-”

“Take the tunnel entrance, I know, I know,” Clark agrees with a grin. “This doesn’t mean he’s authorized to know your secret identity. Thanks Bruce, this means a lot. I’ll ask him tomorrow about his schedule.”

Superman flies off and Batman scrubs his face with a gloved hand. After a moment he pulls up Anakin’s file on the main monitor. Bruce honestly respects and likes the man, as much as he respects and likes anyone who’s not family. He admires his sense his style, appreciates his upgrades to the batmobile, and is impressed by both this civil rights work and his additions to the scientific community.

That doesn’t mean he’s not convinced that Anakin’s brother is a bit insane. Again, he’s not judging! He dresses like a bat to scare random henchmen and beat up actual demigods! He wishes his rogues gallery was as capable of directing their ptsd-inspired delusions and staggering intellects towards such productive pursuits!

Bruce was already in quiet awe of the Kent’s ability to raise an outrageously superpowered being without blowing up a chunk of the country; their success in derailing a supervillian origin story just puts him over the edge. He stares at the three most likely profiles he’s pulled together. Christen Jones, from a negligent family, death certificate filled out suspicously sloppily at age 3. Earl Lucas, went missing at age 9, both parents dead in a violent assault. And Jake Hayden, who at age 5 disappeared along with the rest of his family in a seismic accident later linked to Luthercorp.

Anyone of them could have suffered on the streets for years and coped by establishing an elaborate fantasy world, aided by self medication, only to eventually be picked up by the Kent’s and start healing. Certainly Anakin had the intellect to create worlds in his mind. All his rogues were smart enough to create their own little realities in their heads- it doesn’t mean they were actually reachable.

Unfortunately Anakin had a Kryptonian younger brother who was determined to actually find the space wizard knight homeworld, even as the 'Jedi’ in question had slowly moved away his reliance on the delusion as an adult. Batman really didn’t see any way bringing up his conclusions to Anakin or Clark could possibly be helpful, and so many alien allies had a ‘If you find about the Jedi please contact Kal-El of Krypton on Earth’ pamphlet that it would be excruciatingly awkward to try and discretely correct anyone.

Bruce was not looking forward to this conversation.

#star wars #star wars au #dc #crossover #batman #anakin skywalker #corn boy anakin au

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kittydemon9000 · 3 years

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Alright so I know Literally Nobody asked for this but the idea of leaguers having differnt armor types, speeds, and strengths is so fascinating to me so here’s an entire post about my headcanons about it, staring the Main 7 since they’re the ones we see most and have the most evidence for.

Also, please keep in mind that this is completely made based on memory alone and it’s been a bit since I last saw the show. If I missed something or remembered something wrong feel free to correct me or add your own thoughts.

Also also, I made a chart (the chart is based on the strongest for the leaguer, not out of all of them, ex: Top Joy’s strongest is different from GZ’s strongest)

First off, the leader of Silver Castle himself, Magnum Ace, a Baseball Leaguer. Right off the bat(hah puns) I immediately knew his arms would be the strongest points. He seems to have been created with him being a pitcher in mind and his 44 Sonic has clearly been shown to posses a lot of power which he would need the strength to handle. There’s also how he was shown to be a decent hitter in Gold Arm’s flashback, sending every ball into the outfield. As for his weakest points, they were also pretty easy. The joints are a bit of a constant with all of the leaguers I showed, but the fins are because they seem to be rather thin and probably can’t hold up very well under pressure. There’s also the shoulder joints, which I wasn’t able to put on the diagram, since as shown during the end of the series, if Magnum repeatedly pitches his 44 Sonic without rest the stress on his shoulders start to cause them to break down, to the point where he was forced to sit out for the next few days for repairs. Speed wise Magnum is nothing special and in my eyes pretty average amongst the team.

Next up, we have Mach Windy, a Soccer Leaguer. Similar to Magnum, I knew almost immediately his strongest point would be his legs since, y’know, soccer. Everything(physical) we see coming from Windy is almost always centered around his leg strength and speed. This is outright said when Silver Castle is resting after some baseball training and Magnum tells Windy(I shit you not) “We believe in your leg.” There’s also his Mach Spin which depends entirely on his ability to kick to ball at an extremely high speed. There’s also a scene when trying to help Gold Foot during the Forced Retirement Arc where his kicks a ball of solid rock without any issues. The scene also brings me to why his head is a strong point. Heading is also something Windy has been shown to be able to do, and referencing the Forced Retirement Arc again where he head butts the aforementioned ball of rock. For speed, as mentioned before, when it comes to running Windy seems to be the fastest amongst Silver Castle. The weakness I feel is pretty self explanatory since soccer doesn’t really require use of your arms unless you’re a goalie. There’s also how in the Jet Setter episode Bull sees Windy loose an arm wrestle almost immediatly with Ryuuken, but that might just be since Ryuuken is ridiculously powerful. As for durability, he seems to be not very strong, instead having lighter armor for more speed.

Speaking of Ryuuken, let’s talk about the Karate Leaguer. As you can see, his strongest part is his armor, aka almost all of him. As a karate leaguer, Ryuuken was probably created with the intent of being able to take a lot of hits. There’s also the running joke of a member of another team attacking him with all their power and him not budging and saying something along the lines of “I feel nothing.” Strength wise, we get a taste of his crazy power is during his first spotlight episode where he was practicing kicking with Windy, to which he accidentally broke the stone wall surrounding the field. He then unlocks more of his power when rescuing Ruri from the factory, but we don’t see his real power until the Forced Retirment arc. There we got to see when going to rescue Magnum, Windy, and the Gold Bros how he opened a literal chasm into the ground with a single punch, though I can’t remember if it was rock, metal, or both, but that’s still pretty impressive, and that was before he unlocked his Heart Kit in the Death Football Arc which only increased his power. And then during the OVA when the Fighter Brothers try to fight Windy’s new team and they use their pitch, a pitch that nobody had been able to hit before, Ryuuken straight up punches it with seemingly no backlash and getting a home run all because they made him mad.….maybe it’s a good thing Ryuuken is so innocent and calm. Speed wise, Ryuuken seems to be on the slower side of the team, however I do think Ryuuken(alongside Juurouta) would have the best reflexes. This one is completely headcanon and I don’t have much proof, it just makes sense to me.

Next up, we have Bull Armor, a Football Leaguer. His armor and helmet are easily his strongest parts, for mostly obvious reasons. Multiple times throughout the series he is seen tanking blows that would normally knock another leaguer to the ground, most notably when he’s Silver Castle’s goalkeeper in soccer and catcher in baseball. However, his durability seems to be different from Ryuuken’s since he is still moved by the attacks but can bounce back from more. His durability seems to be pretty tied to his strength too since he is one of the only leaguers who has been shown to catch Magnum’s 44 Sonic. There’s also how when he was first introduced he stopped and lifted a truck much larger than himself with relative ease in order to stop it from hitting a young boy. His speed however is admittedly a bit harder to figure out. He seems to be much larger and heavier, however as shown when he lost control in his past he still has the ability to charge down opponents at a speed in which they can’t properly evade, though it’s up for debate whether they were trying to properly evade or trying to reason with him.

Juurouta, a Kendo Leaguer, is next. His durability is more basic compared to the others, mostly focusing around his Armor Armor(no that was not a typo). Said Armor Armor also seems to be protecting the joints which may or may not be intentional, but I’m going with it. His fins share the same logic with Magnum, as do his joints with everyone else. His strength mostly seems to be localized in his arms, which makes sense since he is a kendo leaguer. His strength was first shown in comparison to the others when he was the first person to hit Gold Arm’s Genocide Screw with a hit(discounting Bull since he technically kicked it). There’s also how in the Arctic he was able to cut down the blizzard machine, however that spent all his energy. Speed wise I think he’s in a similar i boat to Ryuuken: slow overall, but incredible reflexes.

Now, Top Joy, a Basketball Leaguer, was a fun one to do for no reason more than I like the character. Strength wise, nothing very impressive, he show much. Durability though….it’s not the best. The only points that seemed to be able to hold up were his arms(sort of) and feet, and they’re less based on actual proof and more on logical thinking but I digress. Hand and arms because he’ll need to be able to catch balls thrown his way, but they’re still relatively weak compared to other members of Silver Castle. I highlighted his feet because they would probably be needed to make they don’t break once Top Joy lands after jumping high. If they were weak the repeated slamming into the ground would cause them to break and then Top Joy(and any other basketball leaguer) would be relatively stuck. But where I think Top Joy shines is his speed and maneuverability. As he has demonstrated many times throughout baseball and soccer games alike, his spring legs can be used in a variety of situations, from avoiding attacking players to catching balls that would normally be too far out of reach. And there’s also the possibility of using the force from the spring to propel himself faster when running, thought it’s unclear if he does this already. However, they are not without weakness. As shown in the episode with Gebara, they are easily damaged when seemingly a single coil is damaged and prevents him from walking without assistance from his teammates. There’s also his recording equipment and speakers which, while functional, seem like they would also be damaged rather easily since as someone who has worked with recording/video equipment, I am all too aware of how fragile it can be. Also another note, Top Joy also seems to have an incredibly high pain tolerance. When the members of Section X give him a warning shock with the shock circuit, he pleads with them and says how he “doesn’t like punishment,” implying this has happened before. There’s also his questionable relationship with his past team and much later in the Death Football Arc when he flat out says “I’m used to pain,” which in concerning to say the least.

And finally, last but most certainly not least, we have GZ, a Hockey Leaguer. Similar to Ryuuken, GZ has been shown to be incredibly powerful and being able to take a lot. There are three times where his power is shown. First is barely a day after he joins their team when he defends his teammates from attacks that would normally knock them off their feet(sans Ryuuken). The second time is when he’s babysitting the kids and survives an avalanche that took out another group of hockey(?) leaguers with barely a scratch. And then in the OVA where he’s able to deflect almost all of Garret’s dive bomb attacks without took much trouble. This is undoubtedly a combination of some hockey leaguers being incredibly defensive(like Thunderbolt) and his reformatting which led him to be a mercenary. We don’t seem too much from GZ in terms of strength, so I’m going to say he’s just a little weaker than Magnum. Speed though, that one was a bit hard to figure out. Main because of his boosters. His boosters give him an enormous speed boost, fast enough to get ahead of Garret who was literally flying and dive bombing, and on the ice without as much friction it only increases his speed. However, the few times we see him running, he seems to be slower than the other Silver Castle members, likely because of his weight and how he was meant for ice, not land.

TL:DR, From most to least

Durability: GZ, Ryuuken, Bull Armor, Juurouta, Magnum, Windy, Top Joy

Strength: Ryuuken, Bull Armor, Juurouta, Magnum, GZ, Top Joy, Windy

Speed: GZ(with boosters/on ice), Windy, Top Joy, Magnum, Bull Armor, Ryuuken, Juurouta, GZ(running), but Juurouta and Ryuuken have the best reflexes

#Shippu! Iron Leaguer #iron leaguer #magnum ace #mach windy #windy #ryuuken #Kiai Ryuuken #bull armor #juurouta #Kiwami Juurouta #topjoy #Top Joy #gz #info dump

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docholligay · 3 years

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Clueless non-cooking American-raised answer: what even is a pot roast? Like, it's a phrase I saw in books sometimes, I think? But I don't really know what it means in terms of what it does to the meat and I have no idea if I've eaten it. (Basically this is me saying that I'm pretty sure plenty of your teenagers will have no idea.)

I need you to know, and I mean this in a very loving teasing sort of way, I legitimately laughed out loud at "What even is a pot roast?"

I'm using your ask to thank everyone for their VERY helpful comments, and yes, a lot of the appeal for me of doing the pot roast is that it's really easy, reasonably priced for a beef dish, but looks nice and the leftovers are FABULOUSLY reusable in a variety of ways, which for me is the big thing--I remember when I was experiencing food insecurity the thing I hated the MOST was eating leftovers for several days in a row, because it was cheaper to make a LOT of one thing. I think everyone who has experienced a rough go of things has certain things that remind them so powerfully of the experience that it sets them off in ways that are admittedly goofy, and mine is eating leftovers. HATE.

ANYWAY, pot roast! It's easy, sexy, and can be had very cheaply, especially if you manage to shop a sale!

POT ROAST

What you need is a cheap cut of meat--there's no "pot roast cut" but what you usually want to use are the tough cheap cuts that work really well for long cooking, so your rump roasts, your chuck roasts (usually what I buy), a 7 bone roast if you have a roaster big enough makes MARVELOUS pot roast and the bones make EXCEPTIONAL broth afterward. I used to recommend brisket, because brisket used to be cheap before every useless-ass barbecue dad decided that he wanted to be ~special and skilled~ but still just make MEAT instead of learning to cook pastry or something LIKE A LADY and so went and bought a Traeger to use to make subpar wastes of beef 3 times a year. SO brisket's expensive now.

Cheap cut of meat --no less than 3 pounds

beef broth (2 cups, save the other 2 cups for later in the week)

I can't tell the kids to use a heavy brown ale, but use a can of heavy brown ale. Alternatively, red wine is the classic choice, but I'm happiest with my brown ale.

Tomato paste (save the rest of the can for beef stroganoff later in the week)

seasoning: I'm going to have to figure out how to simplify, simplify for these kids without many resources, so I list these from contribute the most to contribute the least

- salt and pepper

-thyme

Worcestershire sauce

-bay leaf

-rosemary

-of course you can fuck around with whatever it is you like!

Sliced onions

potatoes cut into big chunks (Yukon golds do best)

Carrots cut into big chunks

Mushrooms are also very good in this

about 2 tbsp butter and 4 tbsp flour(ish)

Equipment: a dutch oven or deep roaster, depending on what you have and the size of your roast.

1. Heat your oven to 325. Low and slow is the way we're going here. This doesn't take a ton of ACTIVE time, but it takes a lot of cooking time.

2. Put salt and pepper all over your roast. Lightly dust it with about half of your flour. (When I do this for the teens, I will explain WHY we're doing all this to help teach them techniques they can hopefully crossapply) Then toss your dutch oven or roaster on the stovetop, and throw some olive oil or canola oil or whatever the fuck you have in that bad boy. Sear on all sides, with a nice deep golden crust. Take it out of the pan and toss it on a plate for a minute.

3. Put your onions in the pan and saute them, remembering to give them a little salt. Deglazing time! Throw your can of ale (or cup of red wine if you're a traditionalist) into the pan, making sure to scrape up the bits of detritus on the bottom of the pan, that's where the good stuff is.

4. Toss the beef broth and all of your flavorings in the pot. Set the roast back in the pot.

5. Cover with the lid, or tin foil, depending on what you've got. Toss it in the oven for about an hour and forty five minutes. Play video games! Read a book! Do chores! Whatever! The great thing about this is that so much of the cook time doesn't involve you at all.

6. After the time has passed, put the root vegetables into the pan with the roast, making sure to nestle them around and get good braising action in the liquid. Cover it back up and put it back into the oven for ROUGHLY one and a half to two hours. The great thing about this is YOU DON'T USE A THERMOMETER. (another reason I picked it) You cook it until it's fork tender! That is, easily flakes with a fork.

7. Take it out of the pot when its done and shred it with forks, knives, your hands. Put you pot back on the stovetop, we're going to make gravy.

8. Make a thickening paste--take your butter and flour and mash it into a paste, and then add that to the pot, cooking for a few minutes to thicken (You can also use cornstarch to thicken, if you prefer. Remember cornstarch CANNOT be added straight to hot liquids, and has to be mixed with a bit of water first)

9. Serve! Put some meat and vegetables on a plate and cover with gravy. Some people choose to put all the meat back into the pot and coat with gravy before serving--I don't like to do that because I feel it limits my leftover options.

#oh wow you can do sub-bullets anymore #what a crock of shit #my AU bullet point posts probably make ZERO SENSE NOW

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