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sturniozo · 4 months

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In The Shadows I

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Most people that work for their father’s company have no choice, they’re thrown into it against their will. I was no different. Ever since I learned what my father really did for a living he had decided it would be what I do to. And I do it well. I’ve been training since I was 16. Now, 6 years later I’m the greatest assassin his company has ever produced.

My father runs a business, a hit man business. Some people are rich enough to hire people like us, people like me. We don’t just kill, we erase. We make people suffer and we make them silenced. Some people hire us just to investigate, gather information on an enemy.

You wouldn’t believe the amount of people that have wanted others dead. Exes wanting revenge, spouses wanting to collect life insurance, adult children sick of their parents. Some of their reasoning isn’t even good, but hey, moneys money right?

The cash isn’t even why I do it. It’s the thrill. Being undercover, being sneaky, solving things people had made difficult because they thought they were smart enough to hide them.

Everything I do, I do for the thrill. That rush of adrenaline that I’ve yet to let anyone who cares about me know about. Most assassins are like me though. No one really does it for the money. That’s just a bonus.

My father’s the only one who knows what I do. He made me what I am today. A killer. Not even my boyfriend of two years knows. He thinks I’m a planner at a company that sells stocks. That’s my cover. Thats my lie.

My eyes snap open as I hear my alarm go off. I dig under my pillow for my phone and shut off the alarm. I set my phone down on the night stand and rub my eyes. 5 am. I look over to my side and see my sleeping boyfriend, Luke. No doubt he went to bed not even an hour ago. He spends most nights staying up all night playing video games.

I sit up in bed and yawn. I get up and make my way to my bathroom. I take a quick shower before leaving to my usual coffee shop for breakfast.

The barista hands me my usual order with a smile. I’m used to seeing her here almost every day. Her usual days off are Wednesday and Friday. I sip on my coffee as I head back to my car. The clock on the console reads 6:53 am. I set the coffee down in the cup holder and drive off to the building I spend so many days in during my childhood, before I knew what it held.

I park in my usual spot, right next to my father’s car. I get out the car with my purse and my coffee, heading to the building entrance. I nod at Bobbie, the security girl, as I swipe my access card. It grants me access to the building and I head straight to my father’s office as I do every morning.

“Ah, good morning my dear.” My dad says as he gets out of his chair and walks to me for a hug.

“Good morning, Dad.” I say as I hug him back tightly.

He pulls away and smiles at me. “What do you have for me today?” He asks.

I dig through my purse and find a little paper bag. I hand it to him. “Open it.” I say while biting my lip to contain my excitement.

My father smiles at me and opens the little paper bag, letting a ring fall out onto his hand. “24 karat diamond?” He asks as he examines it.

“Yep. Fresh off the finger of a very unlucky divorcé.” I tell him.

“Ah, so this is the proof of contract completion for that Mrs. Aubrey then?”

“Ms. Aubrey.” I correct. “And yes, her ex husband won’t be bothering her or her children anymore.”

“That’s a good girl, I knew I could count on you.” My father smiles and puts the ring back in its paper bag. “I’ll have it delivered to her tonight, expect your payment in full my tomorrow morning dear.” He sits back down in his chair.

I sit down in the seat in front of his desk. “That’s my last contract, I’m officially out of running orders.” I say with a laugh.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ve got something for you.” My dad smiles as he begins typing away at his computer.

“What is it?” I ask, leaning in.

“I’ll tell you in a bit, go on back to your office dear.”

“Why wait?”

“There’s more than just you and I for this contract, it’s a big one.”

I smile brightly. My father’s finally giving me a big important contract for my own. “All right. Just call my office when you’re ready for me, Dad.” I say with a smile as I get up from the seat.

“I’ll see you in a bit, dear.” He says as he waves me off.

I walk out of his office and to the elevator. My father’s office is on the top floor, while mine is about seven floors below that, a bit more than 2/3 of the way up the whole building. I walk out of the elevator and see the cubicles. I’m glad I got to skip that part.

I walk down the cleared walkway to my office, but am stopped when someone waves me over.

Casey. She started here as an information analyst just over a year ago. Now she profiles the subjects of our contracts. She’s the one who decides which assassin does what job.

“Hey, Casey.” I rest my arms over her cubicle.

“So, your new contact.” She smiles at me.

“I take it you chose me?” I laugh.

“No, this one came straight from the big man, your dad.” She says.

“Ah, okay. So you have no idea what it is then?” I ask.

“Nope.” She shakes her head.

“Then what did you call me over for?” I ask with a laugh.

“To gossip, duh! What else?” She laughs.

“I’m not one to gossip, Casey, you know that.” I say as I begin to walk away.

“I just wondered if you heard anything about the new guy.” She shrugs.

I turn back to her. “New guy?” I ask.

“He’s on loan from another industry. Apparently he’s their best assassin. Might even be right up there with your skill.” She chuckles.

“Who is it?” I ask.

“Well, I didn’t get a name, but he’s handsome. I snuck a peak at his photo in his file when I was in your dad’s office yesterday.” She smirks. “He’s gorgeous, like a god!” She whispers.

I laugh. “He’s a trained killer?”

She nods. “His file was definitely an assassin file.”

I shake my head. “Don’t be spreading this around. Idle gossip isn’t what people come here for.” I say before walking into my office.

I shut the door behind me and let out a breath. I walk to my desk and set down my now half drunk coffee and my purse. I rub my temple and check the time on my phone. 8:14 am.

I groan and lay my head down in my arms on my desk. No contracts, no one to research or study. Nothing. I sigh and start scrolling aimlessly on my phone.

I get bored fast and see my phone down on my desk. I run my fingers over my face and bounce my knee up and down. The agony and boredom is killing me.

I shake my head and begin searching through my drawers, taking everything out and organizing everything. Within an hour I have everything in my office rearranged. I step back and look at it all, smiling.

I turn around and look out the glass wall of my office. Anyone who looked in here would think I was crazy. I just tore apart my entire office and rearranged it all in an hour, just out of boredom.

Staring out the glass I see someone who makes my breath hitch. Matt Sturniolo. Matt worked at this company years ago. He was one of my father’s greatest assassins. He even taught me most of my tricks. But that all changed when Matt betrayed me.

The call finally comes. My father telling me it’s time to go back up to his office. I have a weird feeling in my stomach, a feeling Matt has something to do with it.

I make my way to the elevator and go back up to my father’s office. I walk out of the elevator and stop when I see him. Matt standing in my father’s office. Just talking with him.

I gather my courage and walk into his office, ignoring Matt completely. “Got the call,” I say to my dad. “What’s the contract?”

“Y/n, you know Matt Sturniolo.” My dad gestures to Matt. I side eye him before looking back at my dad.

“Yes, I remember him.” I mumble.

“He’s your partner for this contract.”

My jaw drops. “He- what?” Matt laughs and I turn to glare at him. “What’s so funny?” I ask him.

“Just you.” Matt says. “You’re like a high school girl with a grudge.”

I glare at him before turning back to my dad. “There’s got to be someone else, or I could just do it myself!” I tell him.

“No, you two are the best assassins I’ve ever met, the best trained killers, the best investigators, the best of the best. I need both of you for this.” My father says in a demanding tone.

“What’s the contract?” Matt asks.

“Finley Wilson.” My father stands up and hands both Matt and me a folder. “Collector of rare curios. He’s not the target though, your job is to befriend him. Pose as a couple in search of useless art and befriend Wilson. Find out who he cares about the most.”

I stare at my father. “Us? A couple?” I point between Matt and myself.

“I won’t hear any of your complaining.” My dad says. “This is an important contact, I want reports every night. Your flight leaves tomorrow afternoon, I suggest you be ready then, understand?” My father says sternly.

I nod and keep my mouth closed.

“Good. Don’t worry, I’ll have your things for your cover sent with you. You’ll need to make a believable couple, and Wilson will have to believe you’re a rich couple looking to buy his curios. That is important. You need him to believe this cover. He’s paranoid, it won’t be easy.”

Matt closer the folder and holds it under his arm. “Where are we going?” He asks.

“Switzerland.”

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xotrashratxo · 7 months

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Nerdy Prudes Must Die Quotebook

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⚠️NERDY PRUDES MUST DIE SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT⚠️

“I am only ONE MAN’s girl, and that man is JESUS CHRIST.” Grace Chastity

“SHUT UUUUUUPPPP.” Max Jagerman *Audience cackles*

“THE ANSWER IS STILL NO….. by the way.” Max Jagerman

“RAAH” Max Jagerman and Grace Chastity

“the fucking BOW TIE KID???” Brenda the Cheerleader

“I know he’s RICH. But money isn’t everything! Looks are. “ Stacy the Cheerleader

“WAIFU MATERIAL” Richie Lipchitz

“SHE’S TOUCHING MEEE!! LUCKYYYY!” Ruth Fleming and Richie Lipchitz

“Woooow…. These toilets aren’t even in stalls! It’s better than I ever imagined!” Ruth Fleming

“Thats some cooool kid privilege right there.” Ruth Fleming OR Richie Lipchitz

“DESTROY HIM.” Grace Chastity

“God you suck, Grace.” Stephanie Lauter

“He’s made ALL OUR LIVES a living HECK.” Grace Chastity

“The most terrifying, HOTTEST bully in Hatchetfield” Grace Chastity

“BE COOL BEANS, KEEP THE BEANS COOL.” Grace Chastity

“We’ll fight sin with sin! Let the games begin!” ‘Nerdy Prudes’

“AM I READING AS GHOST OR LIN MANUEL MIRANDA” Peter Spankofvski

“YOU’RE FUCKING USLESS PETE.” (SO MANY PAUL REFERENCES.) Richie Lipchitz

“Ugh I gotta piss….” Max Jagerman

“Oh SHIT, where’s that creepy music coming from?” Max Jagerman

“Oh shit oh fuck it’s a fucking ghost!!!” Max Jagerman

“He thinks it’s real he’s just really fucking BRAVE.” Richie Lipchitz

“BOO HOO BITCH.” Max Jagerman

“I MAKE THE DEAD RUN IN FEAR! I AM GOD GOOOOO NIGHTHAWKS!” Max Jagerman

“Oh shit oh fuck I didn’t think there’d be a skele’in HERE!” Max Jagerman

“WOW… I uh… I thought you guys hated me. But uh, thanks! This was really great! No no no, this is the nicest thing anyone’s done for me!” Max Jagerman

“That was really special.” *bows* Max Jagerman

“And with MY luck, no one will even BOTHER making me their BITCH.” Ruth Fleming

“It was an act of god!” Grace Chastity

“Oh no she’s snapping again!” Richie Lipchitz

“Oh my asthmas back…” Richie Lipchitz

“I just cut off his nips.” Ruth Fleming FORESHADOWING???

“Steph, you can keep it. It would bring down my GPA.” Peter Spankofvski

“I’m tryna feel bad but it’s hard when everything is objectively better.” Peter Spankofvski

“Never thought I could open my locker without the fear running through me.” Richie Lipchitz

“N-IG-HT-AWE AWE- ks!” Everyone

“FUCK clivesdale.” Everyone, repeatedly.

“FUCK YOU CLIVESDALE WE’LL KILL YOU!” Cheerleaders and Jocks

“Zeke! The fighting nighthawk!” Jason the Football player

“We support and love you, but you fuckin’ stink man!” Jason the Football player

“FUCK CLIVESDALE! FUCK EM STRAIGHT TO HELL!” Richie Lipchitz

“I love being alive!” Richie Lipchitz

“YA BITCH.” Max Jagerman

“Of course not! But you’ve lost everything.” Max Jagerman HIT SO HARD

“Mama I’m cured!” Grace Chastity

“HWAELL they didn’t say!” Mark Chastity

“Alright ima need the 3 of you to shut the FUDGE up about Max Jagerman.” Grace Chastity

“SHUT. THE FUCK UP. RUTHY.” Stephanie Lauter

“People tell me to die everyday!” Ruth Fleming

“Don’t be ridiculous! Wait-“ Grace Chastity

“DAN!” Angry Adult Mob

“Suddenly the show is real upsetting!” Angry Adult Mob

“Fuckin’ transcendent…..!” Cop Corey

“I wanna remember who I YAAAMmmm…” Trevor, who’s only other credit is Barbecue Monologues Man 2

“I turned 40 today.” *pours alcohol* Ruth Fleming in Barbecue Monologues

“Oh shit not Clivesdale!” Officer Shapiro

*heavy breathing* “…… thank you.” Peter Spankofvski

“MY DAD sells WOMEN’S SHOES.” Peter Spankofvski

“Dork at the beany’s counter has more balls than you.” Stephanie Lauter

“LEAVE ROOM FOR JESUS” Grace Chastity

“She’s bisexual and dead, where else could she be?” Grace Chastity, also GRACE DONT CALL ME OUT

“I’ve done horrible things! Like touching myself and lying to the police! I called god a son of a b word! Who am iiiiii…..” Grace Chastity

“Don’t comfort her, she’s fucking weird.” Stephanie Lauter

“KYUK KYUK KAH FUCK.” Max Jagerman

“I beg to differ, BITCH.” Max Jagerman

“I’ve got a gun.” Stephanie Lauter

“Are you a woman of god?” “Catholic.” “I’ll take that as a no.” Grace Chastity and Officer Shapiro (as a Catholic this is hilarious.)

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” Peter Spankofvski (Me too Peter, me too.)

“My phone!” Stephanie Lauter

“WE DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR PHONE.” The Lords in Black

“Or fuck off!” The Lords in Black

“It’s you Steph. I’m into you.” Peter Spankofvski (IM CRYINGGGG)

“I just took a bullet for you bro!” Max Jagerman

“SO YOU DO KNOW THE BIBLE?” Grace Chastity

“But Jesus never threw a football like you Max.” Grace Chastity

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH HOLE SPANKOVSKI. I wanna hear this.” Max Jagerman

“FUCK. YEAH.” Max Jagerman

“GASP. That’s NASTY. I like it.” Max Jagerman

“WHAT. THE FUCK. IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.” Stephanie Lauter (That’s so me, Steph.)

“GRACE IS HAVING SEX WITH A FUCKING GHOST!” Peter Spankofvski

“I paid the price. Now fuck off!” *Spins* Grace Chastity

“WHAT ARE YOUUU-“ Max Jagerman

“You’re in my world now. Bitch.” One of the Lords in Black (Pokey I think???)

“I…. Am gonna get some fucking coffee.” Officer Shapiro

“Did you guys know JASON goes to my CHURCH?” Grace Chastity

Total quotes: 85

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secretobsessionstuff · 1 year

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ok ill start by saying no problem if this takes a year!! you're clearly super busy + i will love reading all the fics that come before my ask hehehe. im on the dakota/blair bandwagon lately. for dakota, in a future fic could he stuff himself with a meal, but not drink enough water and have a very thick, dense problem on his hands when he finally starts puking forreal. blair could help him get it up, with rubs and words of encouragement? it makes me giddy to think about !! thats my request if you ever have time and if it sounds good. now off to read some more fiiic!!

Hello lovely Anon! I bet this legitimately took a year so I thank you for your immense patience. This is halloween themed because I wrote it way back in October lol 🧡

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Halloween fell on a Monday night that year, meaning Dakota and Blair acted like responsible adults by staying home. Work the next day meant they couldn’t spend the night at a party. Besides, most of their friends were pretending to be adults too, so there weren’t many parties being thrown in the first place.

Dakota felt like a proper, boring middle-aged man as prepared to spend his night giving out candy. He sat on the porch, wearing fall gloves and a Halloween scarf. Candy corn danced across the scarf. It certainly was cold enough to justify the warm attire. Luckily, he could get away with a hoodie instead of a coat, so he was comfortable as he waited for children to walk up to the house.

A bucket of chocolate bars and chips kept Dakota company. Though the candy couldn’t talk about its day, it was a decent substitute for his fiancée. Blair promised she would join him outside once she finished some extra work that she hadn’t been able to accomplish at the office. So, Dakota had to entertain himself with Kit Kats and mini bags of potato chips. It was relatively easy to forget his loneliness when his fingers were covered in Dorito Dust. He was in the middle of licking the cheesy residue off his fingers when Blair popped her head out the front door.

“Hey! Those are for the kids,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him.

“What kids?” Dakota spread his arms out, gesturing to the quiet street. “I’ve been out here an hour, and so far I’ve seen a pirate, a banana, and a something from Minecraft.”

“That’s it?” Blair stepped outside in her socks and crossed her arms over her chest to stay warm. She looked up and down the street. She could see one or two families making their way to each house. Many houses on the street were dark. It made her pout. “Where is everyone?”

“I don’t think there’s many kids in our neighbourhood,” Dakota said around a mouthful of chocolate. The Mars bar he chewed on was nearly frozen. It gave his jaw a workout to simply bite down of the gooey thing. Blair saw him reaching for another piece of candy but didn’t say anything. Her shoulders dropped in defeat.

“Sit with me,” Dakota requested, eyeing the empty chair next to him. “You gotta be done working now.”

“I’m almost there.”

“Well, maybe you should…” –he opened his hand to reveal a Kit Kat resting on his palm— “take a break.”

Blair chuckled at him before swiping the chocolate bar from his hand. She bit the thing in half without breaking apart the sticks, you know, like a monster.

Dakota gawked at her. “How could you—No, no, get out of my face.” He waved her away with an exaggerated flick of his wrist. “You disgust me.”

“You’re a child.” Blair stuck her tongue out at him. It still had chocolate on it. And yes, she saw the irony perfectly well. Before going back inside, she turned around to say, “Oh, I’m also making food, so you don’t need to be snacking on candy.”

“I can do what I want because I’m an adult.” He threw a candy wrapper at her. It landed two millimetres from his own foot. He just stared down at it, the sting of betrayal in his heart. Blair laughed at him and left him on his own again.

Dakota still had a silly smile on his face when the next trick or treaters showed up. Finally, more kids! These two were dressed as dogs with shiny black makeup on their noses. Dakota was delighted to see that the parents had whiskers and patches drawn on their faces as well. He waited for the kids to say their line before dropping candy in their bags. The sad turnout this year made him overly generous. He gave them each two bags of chips and a handful of chocolate bars as opposed to the standard two. He finished by saying Merry Christmas, to which the kids giggled and corrected the silly man.

And that was it for a while. Dakota went back to snacking because that was the only thing to do. The big box of chocolate they bought came with four different bars, so obviously he had to have one of each. Then two more. Then another two. Pretty soon the pocket of his hoodie was stuffed with candy wrappers. The chocolate made his mouth sticky, and the salty chips made him wish he brought his water bottle outside with him. Unfortunately, he was too lazy to get up, so he suffered with the taste of caramel on his tongue. Truly it was torture, but for some reason he plunged his hand back into the candy bowl.

As promised, Blair finally joined him on the porch. He told her about the horrifying monsters and trendy video games characters that he encountered all by himself. He even had to resist the urge to run away when a bottle of ketchup came asking for candy.

Blair glanced at the bowl. She was pleased to see it was significantly less full. “So, more people showed up then?”

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Dakota mumbled after burping into his fist. God, if only there had been more trick or treaters, Dakota might not have felt so full just then.

“You didn’t!”

He looked down at his lap, knowing that far too many candy wrappers were shoved into his pockets. And far too many sweets were shoved into his belly. “I’m fine,” he insisted when Blair give a surprised look.

“I know you’re fine. It’s the kids I’m worried about.”

“There’s plenty more candy, Bee.”

She crossed her arms but conceded because she knew he was right. There were more treats, yet less and less trick or treaters.

Blair had almost settled into her chair, when she jumped up. “Oh pizza. I made pizza.” She looked back and forth at Dakota and the bowl of candy. “That is, if you’re still hungry.”

“You think I’d say no to pizza?”

So, they ate their pizza outside, hoping that more kids would show up. A few did and they got enough candy for the entire year.

Of course, Dakota did not say no pizza, but he did have less slices than he normally would. Halfway through his third slice, he realized that he was unusually full from the sweets he had earlier. It was a challenge to swallow the last bite because his mouth was terribly dry and his belly was terribly stuffed with food.

“Shoot, I forgot to bring out drinks,” Blair said, as if she were reading his mind. But the both of them were comfy and couldn’t bring themselves to stand. And anyway, a giant inflatable t-rex was walking up to them which understandably stole their attention.

After wishing the t-rex a happy Halloween, Dakota let a burp rumble up from his chest. He’d been holding it in while they spoke to the kid and her family. He could feel the pressure building in his throat. When he finally released the burp, it came up gooey and thick. It was the type of burp that brought him dangerously close to barfing in his mouth. Dakota shivered as he swallowed acid.

“Wow,” Blair said in response to the deep belch. “You must have been holding that one in.”

Dakota grimaced and rubbed his chest. “Didn’t want to be rude.”

“Rude to the t-rex?”

“The kid was standing right in front of me, what did you want me to do?”

Another belch burst from his mouth, splashing the back of his tongue with the taste of tomato sauce and chocolate—a weird combination that made him shudder with nausea. “Ugh, I shouldn’t have eaten so much.”

“Your stomach upset?”

Dakota nodded. “Feels like a fucking brick.” He used his fingertips to press down onto his abdomen. It was bloated and noisy. Grumbles and whines emanated from his gut.

The tightness became too much to bear, so he stood up. Hopefully, moving around would help his stomach digest the sticky mess faster.

For the first time that night, Dakota was glad that there weren’t many people out trick or treating. It was getting too late for kids now anyways, so he was likely safe to burp without fearing that strangers were about to walk up to him.

Oh, but he did more than burp. He groaned and whined as he paced nervously. This was bad; he hadn’t realized how full he was until he stood up. He felt the food in his stomach shift and tumble together like one big gooey ball. He kneaded his belly, hoping to coax a bubble of air out of his system. His stomach was rock hard beneath his hand.

“Fuck, Bee, this really hurts.” Despite the cold air, sweat coated his brow.

Blair stood with him, worried by this sudden development. “Are you going to be sick?”

“I’d like to. I’m way too full right now.”

Dakota bent forward with his hands on his knees. He tried to force up more burps, hoping that would give his stomach the go-ahead to empty itself. He should have felt bad for wasting perfectly tasty candy, but all he felt was an intense need to relieve the ache. A grating sound gurgled in his throat as his belly spasmed.

The organ gave a small heave, sending up thick saliva and a pathetic amount of sick. Dakota spat a thick glob onto the ground with a moan. An uncomfortable chill zipped down his spine when the horrendous texture touched his tongue. He could fell chunks of sick trying to come up his throat, but it wasn’t moving. He retched again, his back arching violently. Still nothing came up.

“Baby, that sounds horrible,” Blair cooed, placing a hand on his back. “Just let it out.”

“I can’t,” he groaned. “It won’t come up. I wish—” he sniffled. “—I wish there were more liquid in my stomach. You know, to get things moving.”

“I’ll get you some water.” She gave his back a firm pat before leaving.

Dakota breathed deeply through his nose. For a moment, he entertained the idea of jumping to get things rolling but decided that was a stupid idea. It would surely give him heartburn on top of the nausea. He may have felt like a child who devoured too much candy, but what he said to Blair earlier was right; He was an adult and he just had to suffer through the pain. No jumping. Just wait.

Luckily his patience paid off because a minute later, his stomach lurched on its own.

A thick wave of vomit came rushing up his throat. He felt the chunks in his mouth for a second before the sick splattered at his feet. He was far from done. Another guttural retch tore up his throat. It was empty. Dakota huffed and hoped the next lurch would be productive.

Blair came back with his water bottle just in time to see him choke up a mouthful of dense vomit. He had to spit it out because it wasn’t flowing on its own. She was surprised to see that there was already a sizeable puddle at his feet.

He managed to take in a sharp inhale in between bouts, shooting a miserable look at his fiancée

Blair pouted at him and began rubbing big circles on his back. “At least you’ll start feeling better now.”

Dakota hugged his middle. “There’s more. I can feel it.” He winced and pressed his hand right below his rib. “Can you help me? Maybe rub my stomach?”

“Chug this water first.” She handed him the bottle and watched his throat bob as he drank. He kept a hand on his bloated belly.

A hearty belch burst from his mouth when he finished. Saliva dripped from his lips.

“Here we go,” Blair said, gently placing both her hands on his stomach. She used the heel of her hand to massage the area. Her touch coaxed out another wet burp almost immediately. “Oh, that’s it. Lean forward.”

Dakota put his hands on his knees again to get his stomach at a better angle. That, coupled with the fact that Blair applied the right amount pressure, meant that the next wave came up easily. It was wet and fell past his lips like a waterfall.

“Yes, Kota. Get it all up. That’s it.” Blair somehow knew when to use a gentle touch and when to go firmer. With every move she made him feel a little bit better. She kept whispering by his ear, telling him that he was doing good. She could feel the tension in his back melt off his tired muscles.

With one last heave, Dakota brought up everything in his stomach. The last remnants of chocolate and candy splattered into the impressive puddle that he made.

Finally, he stood up straight, no longer feeling that uncomfortable fullness. His throat was raw, and his abs were on fire, but he was free of the pressure and the ache.

He was not, however, free of the embarrassment that came with the overindulgence. He let out a long exhale and rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks. I really needed that.”

“I know.” Blair grinned at him. “You must be tired after that. Ready to get your jammies on and brush your teeth?”

“Shut up. We must never speak of what happened on this frightful Hallows Eve.”

“It’ll make a good cautionary tale. Kids need to know the dangers of too many sweets.”

“And not enough hydration.”

Blair shook her head at him. “That too.” She grabbed his arm and led him inside. “Seriously, how’s your stomach doing now?”

“It hurts. Never underestimate the importance of drinking water.”

She chuckled softly. “I’ll try to remember that next time you get your hands on candy.”

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kiarakarlisse · 2 months

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It’s been about two weeks since I’ve talked to Noelle. I’ve texted, and called her but no answer. I even went to her apartment to check in on her. I know what we did was wrong and her ending her engagement to Carter has affected her. I didn’t think it would this much, but I have to look at her perspective. She did love him even if she loved me too. So she’s grieving her relationship and needs time. I’m willing to give her that but I hate that she’s not communicating with me. This was one of our issues the first time around. She holds all her feelings in.

But as the CEO of Hayes Magazine, I can’t just be in my feelings and not go to work. So I headed in to work Monday morning. I ended up working late. It seems like it’s the only thing I can do to keep my mind off her. The later it got the more I got in my head. So I decided to have a drink, but I couldn’t drink alone. So I called my assistant in. I know it’s not a good idea but…

Nick: Hey Sarai can you come in my office for a moment?

Sarai: Yes, sir.

Nick: Hey I know it’s getting late. I want to thank you for staying. I really appreciate it.

Sarai: No Problem sir

The way she keeps addressing me as sir is doing something to me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a bit inebriated or if I just miss Elle. But damn she looks good.

Nick: Hey why so formal? Rai it’s just us left in the office. Would you like a drink?

Sarai: Well I don’t want to cross anymore lines. We’ve been off for a while now after what happened last time.

Nick: We’re adults here. We don’t have to do anything at all. I just wanted some company while I finish up some work.

Nick: I’ll ask again. Would you like a drink?

Sarai: No I’m okay, we can just talk.

Fast forward a couple of hours and a few more drinks. We needed up at her apartment. I had just wanted to make sure she got home. But then she invited me in and I’m not in the right mind. We leaned in for a kiss we knew would just be a kiss. We’ve been here before. More than just kissing. For some reason Sarai knows how to get me out of my head. No one else has ever done that but my Elle. I guess she resembles her a bit and kind of has her beautiful laugh. God I miss her.

We stumble into her bedroom where she starts to get all shy. Like we’ve never done this before. She was the only casual ongoing relationship I’ve had since Noelle and Penny.

Nick: Rai why so shy all of a sudden? (teasing)

Sarai: We ended this because of her. I don’t want this to be like last time. It’s more than just sex for me.

Nick: Babe, we’re not talking about her right now. It’s just you and me.

Sarai: That’s not really reassuring (sighs)

Nick: Look at me. It’s you and me tonight. No one else. Okay.

Sarai: Okay

What am I talking about??? Why did I just say that? Everything is about her. It’s always about her. Am I drunk? Have a reached my limit? I just miss her so much but I also want this right now just for a moment to feel something. Anything. And she’s here. Sarai is always here.

Her body on mine feels so right yet so wrong. She’s perfect in every way, beautiful, intelligent, talented. She speaks her mind, knows what she wants and gets it. That’s why I hired her. She’s always on top of things but something is off. Maybe in another life I could love Sarai like I love my Elle. It would be so much easier.

Nick: Fuck Rai!! I can never get enough of you.

Sarai: Nick… Don’t stop!!

Nick: God I wish you were here!! (Growls)

Sarai: I am here. Right here with you. (Tears roll down her cheeks)

Knowing he means her. Noelle. His one and only. Why can’t I be enough for him? Why must I live a man that will never love me back

The next morning I had a pounding headache. How did I get home? Thats the only thing I couldn’t remember. Everything else I wish I could forget. How could I do that to Noelle? Shit how could I do that to Sarai, knowing her feelings for me haven’t changed. God!!! I’m such a fucking dick. I need to talk to Rai. Apologize to her. She doesn’t deserve this. I crossed a line once again and can’t go back. I really fucked up this time. Elle and I aren’t technically together but she won’t see it that way.

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magical girl marshalate au

Uh.

This is just a dump of what I ended up rambling about on discord to various people because i cant stop, very slightly edited but I can't really be bothered writing this up into a proper thing right now

so have pure unfiltered lowercase cad sentence fragments after the cut (you too can experience this by adding me on discord)

I do not have plans for this apart from some silly doodles, I don't even have that much magical girl show experience, this is just. based off vague tropes that other things parody or something, feel free to steal or remix these ideas or whatever

link to the doodles of Shining Sabre (Lannes) and Sentinel Strategist (Soult)

if anyone has any additional ideas just throw them at me

but basically yeah TL;DR:

A mix of angsty schoolkids, exhausted college students and overworked office workers are actually the reincarnations of Napoleon's trusted generals! A strange penguin claiming to be Napoleon has empowered a school boy and an office worker with magical powers, entrusting them with the mission to find and awaken the hearts of the others while fighting off the evil Coalition of Nightmares! Will the Magnificent Marshals reunite in this strange modern times, or will they fall to shadow and darkness?!?!?! And is Napoleon actually telling the truth????

so we have some kind of magical napoleon who is trapped in the form of a cute cartoon mascot penguin, some kind of ghost or fairy or alien or maybe even The Real Historical Napoleon

who is seeking the reincarnations of his marshals and needs to awaken their hearts to magic in order to fight against something he claims

so the ones that he's awakened - it would be very funny and self indulgent to me personally for the first ones to be lannes and soult - are tasked with finding the others

but they are stymied by the Nightmare Coalition, who are pretty much evil shadow monsters until evil magical girls Alexander and Wellington show up

but also napoleon might not be telling the whole truth or something

i think that napoleon is genuinely looking forward to reuniting with his pals, and doesn't want to awaken junot because of what happened to historical!junot

but also napoleon has some sort of agenda he's not telling people, whihc couild be something like the Nightmare Coalition isn't actually evil

and they arose to stop him from conquering the world or something

why is he okay with awakening lannes but not junot, why is he specifically awakening the reincarnations of his marshals, those certainly are questions

duroc is either another cute funny animal who napoleon hangs out with, or duroc is a normal guy at whose house napoleon crashes

i cant decide whether to have the marshal reincarnations be schoolboys at a high school, or... office workers, that would be really funny

oh my god some of them are high schoolers, some of them are uni students, some of them are office workers theres 26 of them

... if we have soult and lannes forced to work together, lannes is the office worker, soult is a high schooler because. the other way around would make too much sense.

and soult is just so fucking done with this adult man being so stupid

and lannes is like "this is the prime of your life! you should be enjoying yourself, young man!!"

their ages do not match up with their historical ages because thats funnier

junot is a schoolboy

bessieres and murat are college students who are roommates

murat is doing a degree in uhhh fashion design or theatre and he also does SCA reenactment so he knows how to hold a sword! but he has no clue about the napoleonic stuff

bessieres is a perpetually exhausted med student who is a hairdresser on the side

courtesy of @phatburd, ney is a normal guy who actually isnt like the historical ney at all, but. due to all the shenanigans and weirdness - he is in a sparkly short skirt fighting monsters - he just gets more done and fed up with everything and thus more aggro

(could be fun in a horror/creepy way if its because of past life memories taking over, i do like my identity horror, or could just play it for comedy by having him just. be like that due to all the nonsense)

lannes is a glass cannon who has super speed and is fast, soult may be able to do green lantern esque-summoning but takes a really long time to do it so he can't react quickly, ney may be literally on fire, murat has illusory copies of himself because he's so vain

im this close to giving everyone RWBY esque stupid weapon combos

soult has a gunscythe because. baker soult memes -> bread is made of wheat -> scythes cut wheat

lannes has a gunsabre

anyway feel free to tell me additional ideas for the Magnificent Marshals or whatever

maybe we can have other people in the setting awaken like Josephine or Caroline as tuxedo masks or something

what even is this au

#cadmus rambles #cad rambles about dead frenchmen on main #magnificent marshals au #i guess thats a tag now

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silent-sanctum · 1 year

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i usually dont post unformatted stuff like this on the regular, but based on the amount of "jokes" ive seen in twitter and in tumblr about jotaro's character, i got some pet peeves that i may or may not be taking too seriously since he's my fave

but at the same time, a portion of the community is also taking these memes seriously as if it's the gospel and im kinda sick of it tbh so might as well treat this as a "in defense of" segment-

im sure there are others who feel the same way, but im letting everyone know that i feel the same sentiments:

Choosing Koichi over Jolyne

This is one that i don't feel that strongly about compared to the rest, but i feel like ive seen enough of these comments pop up in a youtube video and it makes me want to ask: "yeah? man literally let his emotions surface and sacrifices himself just to let his daughter know that he loves her over anything else".

And why? Because he stayed in Morioh and so happened to end up as a mentor-figure to Koichi (and, you know, to Josuke and Okuyasu too )? But why is it Koichi is singled out as "joot's preferred child" and not the rest? Cause he's child-sized?

Nothing much else to say but do stop treating jotaro like he fully abandoned his family just for shits and giggles.

Ocean Man x Dolphins

NOW. I have things to say.

What is up with these comments? Wherever I go (youtube, reddit, twitter etc.), i would see shit similar to this where he has a fetish for dolphins? Uhm, tf?

I get it if it's done for the memes, but istg, i see these in every reply in a thread as if araki wrote that in canon and people exaggerate this to an extent where "his lover is a sea mammal", "jolyne's mom is a dolphin", "he screws with dolphins", "make dolphin sounds to attract him" etc.

first off... how dumb and really stupid? Just because one of his P4 outfits had an abundance of dolphin pins doesnt mean he has an extreme liking to them. He wore that fit for one arc and thats pretty much it.

And to keep repeating that "i left my family to fuck with them" joke in every comment is just very subpar in terms of humor. It's not even funny to more it's used.

Need i remind these people that other than the clothes, he shows ABSOLUTELY no liking to dolphins at all in the show. If anything, he prefers starfishes over dolphins- he wrote a whole thesis about them and his office has an entire portion of a wall with framed starfishes.

don't know how the whole shtick blew up into this but omg it's annoying

I am Cold-Hearted Misogynist Giga Chad

Imma need everyone to stop mischaracterizing him as nothing but an "always angry" hates females person.

To address the misogynist topic, he talks regularly with the school nurse about cutting his pants, he emphasizes that he's deeply insulted when an innocent woman is hurt and that he considers that as true evil, protects and helps Anne when she's on screen, goes on a whole ass journey to help his mom recover, got married and had a kid with a woman, and offered a brief condolence to Tomoko about her dad's death.

also put in mind that he only barks up and become "misogynistic" (which not really) toward the females that obsess over him. I mean it's borderline sexual harassment if you ask me with the way the female students won't leave him alone and continue to be noisy around him or when adult women fawn over a MINOR.

AND EVEN THEN, when he goes to school with his fangirls flocking around him, he doesn't push them off. Why? Because it's unnecessary. He lets one of them cling to his arm and he just ignores them. After falling the stairs and they swarm around him, he doesn't become violent toward the girls and continues to ignore them. (sure he pushed those flight attendants away and punched his daughter to get out, but then again they were blocking his path and they needed to get out the room so he found it necessary to do those things)

again, him being annoyed with loud girls is reasonable but he isn't annoyed with every female in existence. That doesn't make him a misogynist.

Mr. Blank Slate

As an introvert myself, i find it sad and lowkey insulting that when it comes to watching introverted characters, the audience find them as boring and bears no personality. And i can tell...because the audience finds jotaro and giorno, the 2 introverted Jojos, as characters who are dull and bland.

maybe that's why i kin with joot, because we just quiet and vibing, and somehow people misinterpreting that vibes as "we hate everything don't talk to us"

We aren't openly dynamic and spontaneous but that doesnt mean we don't have personality.

But I think that's because viewers are well-acquainted with "out there" characters who show an explosive and emotive reaction to stuff like Joseph or Josuke. Much like a typical Shonen protag.

jotaro is a stoic, reserved man with a kickass no bullshit personality who wants things done as soon as possible, but holds a soft golden heart deep down who wants his friends and family safe and happy. He's a dork who makes corny one-liners, watches detective shows and documentaries, does party tricks for his friends, very keen on maintaining his sense of style (his uniform, 20k yen pants, expensive ass watch), literally smiles in ^_^ (and yes... he does emote in the anime yall are just too stuck up in the notion of him being angry 24/7 for yall to notice), etc.

idk much about giorno yet im sorry but all i know is that the kid's got a dream so I guess you could say he's ambitious and driven to secure his goal of being a gang-star mafia leader.

all i can say is that, the quiet ones have some quirks to them too and it's not always the loud ones.

Are these controversial? Maybe, but I've seen some express their frustrations so why not as well. Am i being a killjoy and taking this too seriously? Debatable, but there are some of you who also take your jokes seriously so don't come at me.

Will i have more peeves in the future? Likely. Let's wait and see :>

#jotaro kujo #jojos bizarre adventure #mijin thoughts

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c-c-cherry · 1 year

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HELLO you may recognise me as the artist that drew that one whole scene from chapter 7!! thought i'd drop in to say:

FIRST OF ALL midterms are the pain ever, i wish you all the best!! stay hydrated <3

SECOND OF ALL thank you for taking the time to leave such a long and heartfelt reply on my post asjcjkdj it made me really really happy and giddy for the rest of the day i'm so glad i managed to portray the characters and envision the scenes the way you intended us to! your writing is absolutely gorgeous and i hope you're doubting its quality less, because it is top tier.

speaking of your writing i was tempted to talk about why i really loved the fic in the post itself but felt like it was really long already 😭

so here i am, this may be long, i apologise in advance for my rambling, in this essay-

REIGEN'S SPIRALLING DOWN THE NEGATIVE SELF TALK WAS SO HEART BREAKING BUT SO RAW, IN A WAY, LIKE IT HURTS THAT HE REALLY THINKS NO ONE NEEDS HIM AROUND AND EVERYONE WOULD BE FINE/BETTER OFF W/O HIM. BUT SO SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN POSITIVELY IMPACTED BY HIM AND SO MANY PEOPLE LOVE HIM AND WANT HIM AND NEED HIM

I LOVE HOW REIGEN WAS FORCED TO FACE THAT TRUTH THROUGH DIMPLE'S MEMORIES, I LOVE HOW DIMPLE CARES AND IS CONCERNED FOR REIGEN WHILE BEING BRUTAL AND A LITTLE SHIT

i love how everyone turns to teru because he's reliable and he's smart but he's just a 14 year old who's had to be his own adult for way too long and he's just trying to figure things out, too. I LOVE HATE THE WAY HE TRIES TO FILL REIGEN'S SHOES, I LOVE THEIR FATHER-SON DYNAMIC

getting me started on ritsu would be a mistake as i may write a 13k word essay if left unattended BUT in short, I LOVE THE WAY YOU DEPICTED HIS TRAUMA, HIS EXTREMELY HUMAN, EMOTIONAL REACTION TO MOB POTENTIALLY LOSING CONTROL, THE WAY HE ISN'T OVER IT, BECAUSE REALLY THATS SO UNDERSTANDABLE, THE WAY HE'S JUST A SMALL, SCARED 13 YEAR OLD JUST OUGHHH

MOB AND HIS CONCERN FOR REIGEN, HIM STEPPING UP EVEN THOUGH HE KNEW HIS SHISHOU COULD BE DEAD INSIDE THE OFFICE, HIS BRAVERY AND HIS COMPASSION. AND THE ONE MEMORY? WHERE HES ASKING REIGEN NOT TO LEAVE SO SOON, NOT WITHOUT SAYING SOMETHING I CRIED. I CRIED OK I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SERIZAWA DESPITE BEING ARGUABLY THE MOST ANXIOUS ABOUT THE WHOLE SITUATION, STEPPING UP!! TAKING CHARGE AND BEING MATURE AND DOING HIS BEST, FOR THE KIDS AND FOR HIMSELF AND ESPECIALLY FOR REIGEN

and shou oh my god i love that he tags along, that he's included but feels like an outcast in their group, the way he's there because he cares but he thinks he doesn't really have the right since he's not as close to reigen. HES SO ALONE BUT HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO INTEGRATE INTO THEIR CIRCLE, SO HE KIND OF HANGS AROUND THE EDGE AND GOOD LORD I WISH THEY'D JUST PULL HIM IN

in conclusion i want to hug them all. i haven't felt this many emotions in so long cherry you did amazing and trust me you're going to keep doing amazing, because you are you

if you read all the way here thank you for bearing w me 😭😭 i hope you're doing well, you said you recovered from a mystery sickness recently? take care ok, we support you!! <3

-bloo

Hello Bloo!! I’m so sorry it took me this long to finally reply. Life is life, and now I’m here! But just know that I’ve been rereading this ask consistently because it makes me so happy that my work can…make people think THOUGHTS? In-depth thoughts that they want to share with me?? It still barely feels real to me that people are liking my silly self-indulgent fic where I make the business man suffer. So thank you! I’m so happy you’re enjoying it, and thank you again for that deliciously-crafted fan comic! :)

I'm sparing your poor souls from a Cherry ramble under the cut. But for those who wanna peek inside my silly head:

As for what you’re saying about the fic itself…yeah HAHA. You’ve got it down. As someone who’s completely desensitized to their own ideas and the execution of said ideas, I don’t know how obvious all my little underlying themes and ulterior plot lines have been, but your interpretation of it all is pretty spot on. I’m a sucker for forcing characters to face their own truth via IMPOSSIBLE circumstances and then dragging every other character into a whirlpool of chaos and conflict and confrontation in turn. It makes it all the more fun >:)

I’ve been trying to write the characters carefully so their dynamics blend or clash or do anything else that I please, and that means letting them roam free and interact with each other while keeping their special character quirks. I love writing Mob constantly on the verge of guilty instability, Seri having to step his ass up despite his confidence not yet being 100%, Shou and his mysterious ways that are SO worth exploring because he's such a complex character despite not appearing a lot in canon, Ritsu’s impulsive, fear-driven, 13-year-old antics (and that dreaded stop sign), and of course, Reigen and all his pathetic self-loathing. In fact, ALL of them have been incredibly fun to write because ONE has amazing, fleshed-out characters that interact so well together. BUT I’ve been surprised with how much I’ve loved writing Dimple and Teru especially. Dimple’s not hard to write at all for me, but his interactions with the other characters in writing are ADDICTING, and I didn't expect that. I will say this forever, but I want Dimple in more fics because of the POTENTIAL. LET THE FART CLOUD HAVE THE SPOTLIGHT!! As for Teru—you can ask anyone who was around for the first few draft chapters of AH—I was very hesitant to write him at all. I personally think his character is very hard to nail, and I’m honestly surprised at how much the audience has taken to his role and his little moments within the fic—that encouragement and influence definitely made him appear more than I originally anticipated :)

I could ramble for hours about every character and all their inner complexities that I'd love to explore in this work and others. But I will stop myself here hahaha.

Thank you for this sweet little breakdown of what you’re enjoying in AH so far. It makes me feel very happy :) And thank you all for all the support! It really means a lot.

As for my mysterious sickness from a few weeks ago, it has vanished! Student life is crawling with unknown bacteria. It's like you're in daycare all over again, or perhaps a medieval plague ward. Now all I have to do is battle the turbulent trials of finals :’)

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #fanfic #reigen arakata #hanazawa teruki #whump #area hysteria #sweet anons #kageyama shigeo

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thegreatdeprussian · 2 years

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My hormones are all over the place today so inspired from this and this posts by draw-a-circle-thats-the-foxhole —

I had to search up some portraits for Matthew and hopefully, portraits for both Matthew & Alfred.

Le Petit Boudeur by Jean-Baptiste Greuze

That's the face of a toddler who toddled his way from Québec to Nova Scotia. Alasdair commissions a painting right away and here's Matthew sulking and confused as to why he has to sit still for hours but at least he gets a father figure as a reward.

Portrait signed by Theodore Kelley

This is arguably a better portrait for Matthew. Composed and obedient. I'm not sure what those flowers are but Matthew holding flowers prophetically speaks of his identity—lilies, roses, tulips, and poppies.

The painting as a whole is more personal—something you hang in an office or library (which guardian is the question), than something you hang in the sala of your Château to show off your fur factory, settler colony, newly-acquired baby...

like this:

Portrait of Philippe Egalité (1750) by François Boucher

Obnoxious ruffles and tons of toys to compensate for the lack of quality time? Sounds like Francis Bonnefoy to me. Matthew is not staring properly as an act of mini rebellion for having to wear a stuffy, rigid gown (or perhaps something else caught his attention). It's not his fault he's not breeched yet. Also, he just wants a proper coat for winter, like this:

Portrait of a young boy as an artist by François Hubert Drouais

Now this is what Arthur commissions after France cedes Canada. Matthew is breeched and is thriving as a lover of the arts himself. He gets to do what he wants and be painted the way he wants. This portrait now hangs in the Kirkland museum in Arthur's manor.

Young man distracted by Jean Raymond Hippolyte Lazerges

(just imagine that the man in the portrait is blond lol)

It's early 1860s. Alasdair commisions this painting to celebrate Matthew's Dominion status. His Petit Bourdeur is now Adulte Boudeur (idk I don't speak French). Although he's not entirely independent yet, Matthew's dishevelled and exhausted now that he's learning to navigate politics on his own. But what causes him distress the most is Alfred's Civil War.

NA BROS

Les Portraits de MM. De Béthune Jouant avec un Chien (1727) by Francois-Hubert Drouais

Here we have Alfred inventing country music, and Matthew being French with that fancy hat. They still appear to be the same age here but Alfred grows up faster—

The Children of the Duc de Bouillon (1756) by Francois-Hubert Drouais

This is perfect. I want this commisioned on late 1760s or early 1770s before the American Revolution. Matthew on the viewer's left is talking about the pretty flowers or the moose he found while strolling. Alfred on the right just wants to read the latest publication of a philosopher-political-scientist but indulges his brother anyway.

By the 1890s, Alfred & Matthew will have more photos than paintings. That's all for now!

#hetalia #hetalia world stars #hws canada #matthew williams #hws america #alfred jones #hetalia headcanons #paintings #na bros #hetalia na bros #na bros headcanons #hetalia na bros headcanons #this is 50% research and 50% whatever #hws scotland #alasdair kirkland #hws england #arthur kirkland #hws france #francis bonnefoy

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kipowolfton · 3 months

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GUYS I JUST FOUND THIS DANK ASS ADULT ASS MOBILE GAME

ITS SAVAGE

HOW DO THEY KNOW IM A FAN OF THIS BITCH?

Only the most American decisions ☺️👍

I mean i would if I had money or a CD player or something but I DO have all his albums saved on Apple Music 😋

Look at bro moonwalking into the Oval Office

This is advertised to children. Why? But this is fucking great

Gee, I wonder why, it's not like I'm already naked or something 😒

C.AI enthusiast

Of course you do you, it's obvious the way you dress

(My best friend looks like that but flat)

It's Tumblr!

Just thought I'd show y'all that I am a man in a Fedora and a pair of bloomers

I'm approving him because of the cone and the cone alone

bruv 💀💀

I got the ad for this game on a fucking kids game

As a man in bloomers I approve

also here's the video

There's more but it won't let me put more videos

Bros a bass

MICKI NINAJ HAS SEEN SHIT

I ACTUAL THOUGHT SHE WAS ICE SPICE BEFORE SHE INTRODUCED HERSELF 😭😭😭💀💀💀

THATS ALL I FINISHED THE GAME THEY DO MENTION SEX,THEY DO MENTION ONLYFANS,THEY DO MENTION AFFAIRS,THEY DO MENTION INCEST

THIS IS NAWT A FUKIN KIDS GAME

#I AM HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE #President game

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yuripoll · 1 month

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KNOCKOUTS: Savior (2021 - 22)

Savior is a Korean webcomic illustrated by Jo9 and written by Junqi about a vampire being caught between her most devoted friend and a sweet christian girl.

Wohn Ku is a vampire that needs human blood to survive. As a tenderhearted child, she led a tortured existence until a girl named Seyeon willingly became her steady blood source. Seyeon stood by Wohn throughout their school years, defending her from bullies. Fast forward to the present where they move in together ahead of their freshman year of college. Seyeon remains fiercely protective of her friend, but Wohn is ready for a fresh start. When a devoutly religious sophomore girl named Juyi showers her with kindness, Wohn emerges from her shell only to realize that Juyi had once been her father’s kidnapping victim, a potential blood source she had refused to bite. Juyi grows closer to Wohn without remembering the incident, fueling jealousy in Seyeon. Will Juyi prove to be a savior washing away Wohn’s guilt, or will she ruin a vampire’s dream of redemption? - Webtoon

Original KR available on Naver & offical ENG is on Webtoon.

CWs under the cut. General severity rating: moderate. Webtoon advises it for readers over the age of 15.

suggestive scenes

blood & violence <- injury isnt especially graphic and theres no detailed gore. notable violent scenes get warnings at the start of the chapter

blood drinking

toxic relationships <- overly possessive behaviour; isolating a partner in ways that include going on their phone and blocking their contacts, on top of a machiavellian degree of manipulation.

self harm <- warned for in chapters where its shown. while its mostly used to fascillitate blood drinking, its implied thats being used as an excuse.

kidnapping <- part of a main character's backstory. brought up semi regularly.

child abuse <- inflicted by fathers. every main character has had stuff thrown at them. one character was also confined as a child. another character is subject to heavy religious pressure and control from both parents. abuse is brought up frequently throughout, specifically after ~ch30, but significant instances get a warning at the start of the chapter.

suicide <- ch26 has a parent commit suicide in a flashback; method is not feasible irl. one of the mains has self worth issues and sometimes expresses suicidal ideation.

animal death (rats) <- baby vampire eating rats in ch1

homophobia <- throughout, comments are made and rumors are spread about the mains' relationship. adults around the leads talk about queerness being a phase. in ch34 a man reacts violently to the idea that another man would be interested in him.

bullying <- in backstory. bullying gets used as a tool of manipulation in the main plot.

unwanted advances & harassment <- seyeon gets hit on by men every now and then and she is Very uninterested. in ch13, theres a flashback involving a young boy flipping his classmates skirts & the teacher gets sexist about it.

religion & religious bigotry <- christianity, specifically. religious parents putting heavy restrictions on their daughter based in gender. other men in the church act misogynistically, particularly in ch47.

misogyny <- in context of the two points above.

#knockouts #savior

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boxcakeboi · 2 months

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Gilded Gluttony: Part 2

Hello! Apologies for the time this took for this part to come out, I was getting close to dropping the story since I was lazy about it, but quite frankly my muse came back, hope u enjoy it!

*The two went to the lounge and grabbed all the snacks they wanted, loading up on the pastries, chips, crackers, drinks, and more, everything they could get their hands on*

Gage: *holding all the snacks in his arms* hey follow me!

Keith: *he followed Gage to a room with the company sleeping pods* woah what are these?

Gage: you have never seen these?!

Keith: nope!

Gage: geez you really were breaking your back for this company, these are our sleep pods for midday siestas, I like coming in here to chow in peace, it’s great come on!

*Gage walked up to one of the pods opened it and motioned Keith to get in*

Keith: *he went in and laid down on the soft cozy bed*

Gage: *he went in and closed the door and laid all the snacks on the bed with Keith* pretty roomy huh! It can fit both of us!

Keith: I’m shocked we have this here, i guess I was always too busy to notice…

Gage: *he grabbed a doughnut that was wrapped up unraveled it and started munching on it* yeah dude it’s great here when you let yourself relax…come on dude have some!

Keith: hehe alright *he followed suit and partook in the bounty*

*About an hour passed and they both plowed through snack*

Keith: Man, I'm kinda full…and tired

Gage: same dude…guess that's what a sleeping pod is for

Keith: we’ve been gone for about an hour, will we get noticed?

Gage: nahh dude we’re good, like take a nap, then after I’ll show you some more stuff!

Keith: *he laid down and got cozy* sweet sounds good

Gage: *he also laid down* see ya in a bit

*two hours passed*

Keith: *he woke up feeling a bit groggy, he looked at his phone* shit! we’re more than halfway done with our shift!! wake up, Gage!

Gage: *wakes up half asleep* huh???

Keith: dude we’re gonna get in deep trouble! we have been sleeping for two hours!!

Gage: oh! hehe, no worries I’ve slept in here for way longer, but hey it's good time to go grab a bite to eat!

Keith: oh…okay? sounds good

*The two left for the food court and Keith got a chicken salad and veggie chips, while Gage was 2 burgers and fries with a large soda*

Gage: Man the food is great here

Keith: ehh its alright

Gage: dude it's because you get that rabbit food, here have a bite *he held the burger towards Keith's face*

Keith: *he took a bite and chewed and swallowed* holy crap…THATS REALLY GOOD!!

Gage: told you, man! trust and believe, I know what's good here! you can have the rest of this burger, next time I’ll show you the good stuff

*The two ate together, joking around and bantering, Keith noticed something, he felt good and joyful, he looked at Gage, a realized why he was so relaxed and happy all the time, the Gage he knew back in high school was a bit different from now, not as frustrated as he was back then, he did what made him happy, or satisfied, Keith remembered the once troubled kid he knew Gage as now a kickback adult, Gage’s lifestyle showed, considering he was a chubby guy, him eating and sleeping definitely made him a doughy guy, he didn’t mind though, Keith realized why he was this way, as Keith thought about Gage and his plumping frame his face became flushed and he was slightly turned on, he crossed his legs hoping for his member to relax*

*The two were done eating and got up, Keith's excitement passed on*

Gage: and just like that less than an hour before our shift ends!

Keith: damn that flew by!

Gage: so tell me? again tomorrow?

Keith: *he thought for a moment*…hell yeah dude, that was awesome!

Gage: really! sweet we can do this all the time! whenever we want

Keith: *he chuckled* well guess we go back to our desks and wait for the day to end huh?

Gage: yup!

*The day ended Keith left the office and drove back to his apartment, he walked into his apartment, hung up his bag, kicked off his shoes, and went to his bedroom, he undressed and looked at himself in the mirror and noticed his belly slightly popped out due to how much he ate, his stomach was still taught*

Keith: *he burped* damn we pigged out today…*he thought about Gage*

*he then lay in his bed and looked at his phone, eventually scrolling through old photos of him and Gage, back in high school Gage was an angsty teen who was stick thin, then a chill skateboarding stoner in college and now a chubby kickback adult, Gage was about 230 pounds, Keith was guessing, quite hefty compared to his previous thin frame, the feeling Keith had at the food court washed over him again, he was flushed again and his face had slight red glow*

Keith: god…gage…*he slowly moved his hand towards his belt line, flashing images of Gage and his gut, his blossoming breast, his thicker legs and arms, and his face all covered in his body hair, he soon reached and realized how stiff he was and he quickly moved his hand*

Keith: *he lay there for a while and thought* what the hell??? what's going…on… *he shook his head a chose to move on*

*a few weeks of this gluttonous behavior went by*

*Gage and Keith were eating all the snacks they grabbed from the lounge, they sat in an empty conference room*

Gage: *takes a bite out of a muffin and chews*

Keith: *munching on some cheesy crackers* dude have you seen that new person that joined the team?

Gage: oh yeah the one lady, her name is Jenna

Keith: Jenna? ey…thoughts?

Gage: um just a co-worker *he shrugs*

Keith: oh thought you would have had more of an opinion, she kinda looks like your type from high school

Gage: ehh not my concern right now of who’s gonna be my life partner, besides I'm sure she's more of a person outside of her appearance *he said in an assertive tone*

Keith: *he felt a bit embarrassed* oh yeah right, yeah…

Gage: but hey if you want to get to know her as a human more, i’d suggest talking to her…

Keith: *he thought about his emotions last night* yeahhh maybe just a co-worker buddies…

Gage: *he laughed a bit*

Keith: *soon a wave of tiredness creeped up on him* geez i’m kinda tired…*he stretched his arms out above his head and yawned* *when doing so this made the fabric of his button up shirt taught against his midsection and chest, this revealed after weeks of gluttony, it started to show physically, Keiths once flat stomach was now a little starter belly, his pecs also seems a bit plumper but with now a thin layer of fat over them, he wasnt fat by any means but his appetite was taking its effects*

Gage: *he noticed and then snickered a bit*

Keith: *he swung his arms down, tucking the fabric of his shirt between his arms making the fabric still tight around his chest and mid section* whats so funny?

Gage: nothing crazy, buttt looks like you’re getting your first signs of pudge!

Keith: w-what? *he looked down and noticed his shirt and how is was displaying his belly and chest, he got embarrassed* uhh-i-um *he quickly readjusted his shirt*

Gage: dont feel bad man! i’m just noticing!

Keith: thats easy for you to say!

Gage: it’s okay man, having some pudge ain’t bad at all!

Keith: i’ve never been fat! I dont really wanna start now!

Gage: it’s not all that bad! besides, its kinda of a result of eating this shit and sitting on our asses all day

Keith: dammit, i knew this was gonna be a bad idea, i cant do this anymore, i gotta think about myself *he got up and started walking out*

Gage: wait dude where are you going???

Keith: i’ve gotta go work!

Gage: dude look i’m sorry, i didnt mean it offensive, that would be ironic coming from me! i’m literally 230 pounds, your like 160, i’m way bigger than you! my goal wasn’t to shame you

Keith: you have to admit though Gage this lifestyle isn’t okay! you can do what ever you want but i’m out, before i get too deep *he left*

Gage: *sighs*

*the next day*

Keith: *he was at his desk typing up a report, working diligently*

*soon his stomach growled, requesting he go on his daily run to the lounge*

Keith: *he looked at the time* it’s not even lunch yet??? am i already used to pigging out with Gage at this time??

*he worked though the hunger, ignoring his impulses to go eat and take a nap from pigging out, this gave him a splitting headache*

Keith: *what felt like an eternity, the lunch hour started, Keith took himself to the break room and tried eating his pre packed salad, he used to enjoy it, but now it taste very bland and unfulfilling, considering his diet just a few hours ago was ultra processed, salty sugary snacks that has flavor profiles of pure indulgences, he sighed feeling his pounding headache, he slowly ate his salad not finishing it*

*he struggled through the whole shift wondering how he did it before, eventually the shift ended and he was ready to go home and nap, the shift was so slow and boring considering he didn’t talk to Gage all day and shoot the shit*

Keith: *the work day ended finally and he left the office and sat in his car and as soon he got buckled in, his phone rang with an alarm*

*the alarm rang with the title of “Gym”*

Keith: dammit, i forgot…the gym… *he lightly laid his hand on his pounding head*

Keith: you gotta go, get the rest of the pudge off *he turned his car on and drove to the gym*

*in the gym locker, he undressed and noticed how his body has slightly changed, with some soft fat, he started at himself in one of the full length mirrors, he grappled some of his belly squeezing and massaging it, he watched the warm flesh squish and mold around his hands, he then felt flushed and turned on, he quickly stopped when he heard some other people walk in and got dressed*

*he tried his normal workout realizing just a few weeks of gluttony has changed his bodies capabilities entirely, though he could still lift the same weights as before, cardio was extremely hard, barley being able to do half of what he was just doing a few weeks ago*

Keith: *trying to run at his old pace, gasping for air and sweating extremely, soon he stopped* okay…i cant anymore *turned off the machine and stood there exhausted, sweat dripped down his back and and his face and his hair was starting to get drenched* shit….i’m already this out of shape…dammit Keith, why did you do this

*he looked across the the line of treadmills and looked at the slim fit people running*

Keith: fuck this…*he grabbed his bag and walked back to the locker rooms to change*

*the the locker room*

*he took off his sweaty clothes and noticed they where extremely drenched and a bit more musky, he lifted his armpit up and sniffed and noticed he was quite ripe*

Keith: damn, i should hit the shower *he went to a shower stall and closed it, he turned on the shower and as it flowed down on him, he sniffed his armpits again*

*he stood there for bit still, then went in again*

Keith: not…bad…*his sniffing turned to practically huffing, enjoying the smell of dirty musky underarm, he felt his penis slightly stiffen* i’m getting off? to this?

*he stood there for a moment then decided to dig deeper, he reached in between his legs and package and then slowly breathed in the scent track on his fingers, this made him harder*

Keith: i’ve never stank this bad, not until i’ve put on a few pounds…how would i smell if i was…bigger…

*he was fully erect at this point, he rubbed his penis and leaned up against the tiled wall, and clenched as he stroked, he rubbed his starter belly, and images of his stomach being huge and flabby flashed in his head and soon his climax, his load excreted from his tip like tube of frosting, as it washed down the drain*

Keith: well still got some cardio in…*he said catching his breath*

*though he enjoyed his musk he still washed up since the feeling of sweat was bothering him, he dried himself off and got dressed and left the gym, he sat in his car and thought for a moment*

Keith: what am I doing…

*he thought about Gage, thinking back to his words and ideologies*

Keith: *the thoughts swarmed around his head*…god fine! *he grabbed his phone and texted Gage*

*the text reading “can we please talk?”*

Keith: *with some hesitation, he sent it and then put is phone down a put his hands up in the air* its done! now its no longer in my control *he sighed*

*a moment of peace came, but then a ding on his phone played with text back from Gage, reading “of course, can you come over in a bit?*

Keith: *he quickly texted back, saying “yes i’ll make my way over” he drove off and quickly made his way to Gage’s Apartment*

*in Gage’s apartment*

Gage: *he was quickly putting on clothes having had been in just underwear playing video games*

*the door bell ringed*

Gage: shit…*he quickly walked to the door and opened it seeing Keith*

Keith:…hey…

Gage: hey….

Keith: mind if i come in?

Gage: oh yes, yeah…come in

*he let him in*

Gage: *he closed the door behind Keith* sorry pardon the mess, i should have tidied up a bit before

*tons of clothes and food containers littered the area with dishes and trash, Gage lived with the cleanliness of a frat boy, he never minded mess, but knew his messy was quite jarring*

Keith: all good, i kinda dropped in on you *he was used to this mess for Gage*

Gage: even though it hasn’t been that long, it feels like it’s been forever…

Keith: yeah…it does…im…sorry

Gage: dont apologize! i should!

Keith: I was being sensitive!

Gage: I was being insensitive!

Keith: we both kinda messed up…

Gage: yeah…we did…can we put it behind us?

Keith: yes please…this is exhausting, i miss my partner in crime…

Gage: *he chuckled* yeah me too

Keith: hey and even if I’m getting chubby you’re still chubbier!

Gage: *he laughed* yeah you’re right, talking about that…got time to game tonight?

Keith: i was hoping you would ask

Gage: sweet i’ll get us some food delivered

Keith: *he sighed with relief*

#fat #chubgay #gay gainer #obese gainer #fat belly #belly gainer #hedonism #bhm wg #male weight gain #getting fat #overweight #obese #slob #fat gay #gainer stories #fat queer love #musky pits

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asknightshitau · 4 months

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`` Hello? Hello, hello! ``

WARNING

This ask blog will (eventually) contain blood, language, typical fnaf things, mentions of suicide, death, adult/triggering topics, flashing lights, loud noises, and lots of jumpscares!

Welcome 2 my ask blog!

There are a few things you need to keep in mind before you can start interacting, so please continue reading!!

ABOUT :

WHAT IS THIS ASK BLOG ABOUT ?

It's about my FNaF AU, Nightshit! It will be going through the lore of this au, starting in 1983!

WHAT IS NIGHTSHIT?

a fnaf au made by me! its an au that incorprates some old theories, strays a bit from canon, and concepts i wanted to play around with! things from the games, books, and movie r all added into this au!!

EXTRA?

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my main blog : @daveygutz

RULES :

NO NSFW / EXPLICIT ASKS/INTERACTIONS W/ ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. ESPECIALLY MINORS. suggestive asks for 18+ CHARACTERS ONLY r okay.

You are allowed to give items and interact with the characters!

If you have any questions for me personally, please say specifically its for me OR ask it on my main blog!

make sure to lmk what character(s) the ask is for!

shipping is fine HOWEVER there are a few canon relationships in place and PLEASE DO NOT SHIP SMTH WEIRD AND/OR ILLEGAL/GROSS. ty!!

CHARACTERS :

these are all the main characters you can ask/the blog/au is focused on for now! you can also ask characters not on this list, as theres a lot more. (and i mean a lot.) lore will be unlocked as the ask blog goes on, so for now their descriptions are pretty vague/basic and will change as time goes on. Check back every so often!!

WILLIAM V. AFTON (HE/HIM) ; A friendly and outgoing business man & father of 5. He's rather beloved in the small town he resides in, due to having a hand in the creation of Fredbears Family Diner! Of course he couldn't have done it without. . .

HENRY T. EMILY (HE/HIM) ; A rather closed in and quiet man, a striking difference to his business partner. When not working, he's a father to twins, Charlotte & Samuel Emily!

ANJELA M. AFTON (SHE/HER) ; Mrs. Afton! The loving and cheerful wife to Mr. Afton. Her cheerful demeanor seems to brighten up a room at times, which comes in handy in her job as a nurse!

LORAINE EMILY (SHE/HER) ; Mrs. Emily! Shes a bit on the shy side, but is Anjelas best friend! Shes currently unemployed, but that doesnt mean she isnt a hardworker!

MICHAEL D. AFTON (HE/HIM) ; A 12 year old who tends to get into trouble sometimes. He gets annoyed by his younger siblings sometimes, especially his little brother, but who doesnt?

EVAN S. AFTON (HE/HIM) ; Mr. & Mrs. Aftons middle son! He has a bright future ahead of him and tries his best to be nice to others! He thinks his older brother is super cool though, despite him being only a year older than him, which can sometimes get in the way of his attempts at being a good kid.

CRYING CHILD (HE/THEY) ; The youngest son in the Afton Family, being 10. He's rather sensitive and quiet, but that doesn't seem to bother his energetic best friend, Charlie! He doesn't have many friends, but he doesn't mind. He also gets called a lot of funny nicknames, which makes it hard for people to remember what his real name is. I'm sure someone will figure it out someday.

CHARLOTTE J. EMILY (SHE/HER) ; Crying Childs BFF!!! Shes super energetic and fun to be around! Her favorite animatronic is Fredbear, or at least it is for now! She also thinks her twin brother is an alien, but thats a story for another day.

SAMUEL EMILY (HE/HIM) ; Charlie Emilys twin brother! He likes typical (HUMAN) boy things, like any other 11 year old!

ELIZABETH M. AFTON (SHE/HER) ; The oldest daughter in the Afton Family! She LOVES all things pink, ponies, and flowers. Also makeup! and clowns, surprisingly. She normally hangs out with her BFF Susie or with her dad, though it's mostly her sitting in his office while he works.

ABIGAIL S. AFTON (SHE/HER) ; The baby of the Afton Family! Shes a baby. erm not much info abt her yet!

SUSIE FITZGERALD (SHE/HER) ; Elizabeths best friend!!! HORSE GIRL 100000%. Shes very protective of her toys, especially her Freddys ones! She only lets Elizabeth touch them, and even then she watches her at all times.

SPRING BONNIE (ANY PRONOUNS) ; An animatronic rabbit! What more could you ask for? He's basically Fredbears other half! This type of animatronic doubles as a suit that can be worn by employees, though he's mostly worn by Mr. Afton!

FREDBEAR (HE/HIM) ; An animatronic bear! The main star of the show! This type of animatronic doubles as a suit that can be worn by employees, though he's mostly worn by Mr. Emily!

more characters and info will come later on! theres also a few other characters you can ask about, such as Jeremy, Samantha, Pigtail Girl/Cindy, etc along with some ocs!

thats enough yapping now!! 😝

go and ask smth!!!!

#fnaf #ask blog #fnaf ask blog #fnaf au #fnaf fandom #ask #send asks

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Literally the first woman we see Javi with, he is devestated by the end of the episode beacuse of what happened to her. That wasn't even his fault, he didn't force her into there, and yet he is torn apart by how traumatized this will leave her.

The only instance I can see that hints towards "womanizer" is maybe if someone interprets a certain line a way. When hes asking Steve if he told anyone why he was here, and asked if he had any 'encounters' which Steve just goes "im married" and Javi raises his eyebrows before unconvinced says "right"

Like maybe if you read that as him not thinking marriage matters that he had a womanizer tendancy,

But I just read that as him being skeptical beacuse he barely knows Steve, didnt actually tell him no, and he's probably used to seeing men working at the embassy cheat on their spouses since they're in a foreign country.

Like thats the only scene you can really have any hint towards having that idea. Beacuse even when hes around those kind of women and not havig sex, hes quiet and polite towards them the whole time. (The man literally waves and says hi to a prostitute outside a brothel how is he supposed to be a man whore)

I won't even comment on the absurdity of him cheating in fics that contributes to that sleeping around a lot image he has, this man after leaving Lorraine at the alter, (even though they both clearly acknowledge they werent compatible and neither of them have any feelings left towards that relationship) years later Javi is so wracked with guilt. He approaches her at the wedding just to apologize years later just beacuse the simple act of leaving her at the alter was just an awful thing to do and he hasnt forgiven himself for doing something that hurtful to another. Javi isnt loose with women, he has immense respect for women and honestly i don't even think hes slept with that many anyways 4 women over 3 seasons isnt slutty its normal for a single adult.

Javier Peña needs hugs not jokes about how many women he's slept with. He has a big heart and that's what deserves attention.

Javier absolutely needs hugs, and the line with Steve I also interpreted as him not knowing Steve well and assuming he’d be like the other guys at the office cheating on their wives. Javier is ridiculously respectful of women, and I can’t imagine him ever cheating. It doesn’t track in my brain.

Thank you for sending this in!! I love seeing people agree that Javi is sweet, and lovely to the women in his life. 🥰🥰🥰

#wheresarizona answers

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snurtle · 1 year

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what are ur opinions on mr jingly spiky hair man from bleach that i forgot the name of agaiKENPACHI THATS THE BITCH

[Remember the character opinion meme from Months Ago? I do! LOL]

You bastard, I know you sent this to me because of your extensive knowledge of my past blorbos.

I'm not going to section this off into clean little subdivisions but here's the gist! Half headcanon, half gutfeel, it's the Kenpachi Corner Power Hour with your host, ME.

Kenpachi was the first character I ever attached to super hard, so this is a VERY funny exercise to be doing after so many years.

_____

This guy is like the poster child for "negative attention is better than no attention at all." He dolls himself up with bells and power limiters and bits and pieces pulled off of corpses because there's no better way for a kept tiger to get a little bit of enrichment than seeming /approachable/. He marks himself as the biggest, shiniest, prettiest target around and then by turns, either spends his time -waiting for his knights in shining armor to come and RUMBLE with him, or gets bored and goes to look for said knights himself.

Also, what's up with this guy's self care. He bathes regularly but leaves /soap/ in his hair to spike it rather than just getting some hair wax? Does he know that hair wax exists? Does he not like the smell? How does Sasakibe feel about this? Unohana? To survive battlefield wound infection you've got to be pretty clean and conscious, but-- I. I just. Like. ???? I can never tell if he just doesn't know something or has just decided consciously to discard it in favor of Getting It Done in the Quickest and Most Adequate Way Possible. <- Which sounds exactly like a thought that I'm sure plenty of Gotei members have had, leading to such classic moments as: "Does this guy just pass his paperwork off to his seated officers because he's a jackass or can he not read and write?"

"Quarterly Seminar on Correcting Misinformation with only Moderate to Severe Bloodloss: How to tell if your Superiors aren't Listening and Whether or Not it's Important that They Have The Right Idea in the First Place- Alternate Title: How to know when you should do it yourself."

"Captain Zaraki hasn't cashed his paycheck in almost eight months. ...Does he know how? (no) Was he aware that he gets paid? (also no)":

And beyond all that. I just love his personality. He strikes me as very childish in his limited self knowledge and worldview, the way that he has to fumble with things that other people figured out (with help and company) ages ago. The way that his sword spirit reflects this juvenile state and the terrifying capacity to grow. The very adult incuriosity-borderline-cognitoblindness of things outside his expertise, things he isn't good at, things he was never expected to know or show an interest in. Kenpachi isn't stupid, and he loves a challenge. But part of me wonders if that's true universally- or if there's some part of him that ignores things that AREN'T fighting/physical/fun because he's afraid that if he paid attention, he might find himself lacking in a way that he won't know how to compensate for. Maybe if he found other things he was interested in, it would just add to the lingering dissatisfaction already ever-present from having no one to match him in battle. Maybe finding more interests would just mean more disappointment! Well, better not to look at all then.

I love the way that he's surrounded by people more aware of his potential than HE is, who're purposefully curtailing his growth because of the fear for where he'll go and what he'll do! I love that despite the widespread and repeated insistence of his monstrosity, Kenpachi's code of honor is both Specific and Discrete (while somehow still being appropriately Feral).

Like Frankenstein's monster, but for fightyboys.

I want to see what he does in the company of non-combatants, with no sword in his hand and people who don't have much (if anything) to prove. I think he would explode like a hot coke can in a vacuum, but after that, who knows? Maybe he'll take up cooking.

#character opinion bingo #long post #bleach #kenpachi zaraki #text it #I have no idea how it got this long #(i say after having written an essay)#i wuv kenpachi he's My Guy #and after all of that... still no bingo

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Ya as a Jew the Nazi shit in From Eroica with Love is very uncomfortable, with what I’ve read so far it’s not….the worst, but i would much prefer it if Aoike didn’t include that nazi shit at all (and I’m pretty sure canonically Klaus’s father was a Nazi officer sooooo -_-)

In my opinion if goyim are gonna include nazis (or Nazi analogues) in their story then they must be able to write a full page essay on why their bad and include that in the story, even if it’s just a throwaway line. Idk man I’d like to enjoy my gay led zep art thief manga without being reminded that their r ppl out their who want me dead :/

Ya sry if that got too tense ;^;

-🪺

oh i absolutely feel the same way 💀💀

like why even make klaus come from a military background in the first place, thats already making it 10 times more uncomfortable considering the series takes place in the 80s, and his father would have been an adult in the 1940s. like just make his dad be a conservative or something

the whole thing with his father is. to me. a plot hole the size of the sun, and i'm putting my whole analysis under the cut, because it's quite long, and its hard to talk about

so pretty early in the series, in ''dramatic spring'' specifically, theres this uncomfortable moment where eberbach is called a nazi, and he corrects (and threatens) the american who does it, adding that his dad was in the national defense army

so yknow. okay, fine, that's settled, thank god. you can judge me for this, but i'm not going to bother to looking that army up - as a writer, i think, you should be able to tell your audience "hey my character and his family arent fucking nazis"

and then after this, theres more than one instance where eberbach punches nazis - to show that, deep down, he surpasses the bare minimum to be a normal person

(from "glass target")

BUT then. comes the kicker. and i was reading this chapter yesterday so i might still be processing it from how wild it was

edit: forgot to mention lol, this chapter is "seven days in september", part 3

mischa the bear cub, who hates the major's guts (understandable), and has literally called him a nazi TO HIS FACE (no comment), decides that their final showdown will be in el alamein - one of the first battles in the war where the germans lost

he even makes a comment that, eberbach's dad being a tank commander himself, would be ashamed of this battle ever being brought up

and then you think ha! well mischa surely youre about to get your ass handed to you (personally i like him), because the major's dad was in the national defense army, and not, in fact, a nazi

but then the author COMPLETELY backtracks herself (and i'll dig into this deeper). and when eberbach, nazi puncher extraordinaire, sees that mischa lured him into el aIamein, not only is he ashamed, but he talks about it like it and its commander like its a tale of lost glory, instead of being a tale of, yknow, a nazi commander losing the war

(the gag with james is funny though)

he literally says it hurt his pride! he doesnt even bring up anything about being compared to nazis!

and then as if this chapter didnt give 15 consecutive blows to my stomach (and klaus' likeability), mischa was actually right - not only was eberbach's dad ashamed by the (nazi) loss in eI aIamein, klaus has constantly heard about this story since he was a child. eberbach's father, national defense army, was embarrassed and ashamed by the nazi loss in eI aIamein. eberbach, nazi puncher, got his pride hurt because he was reminded of how the nazis lost one of their first battles. end of chapter.

but, heres an honest conclusion, from yours truly. i might be mean

while i think this chapter is... mostly, fine (i really dislike when eberbach becomes much more important than dorian in arcs, because dorian really is a lifesaver), this chapter, "seven days in september" part 3, is absolutely the worst of the series

at best, it is utterly embarrasing to do research this flimsy, and not know what 'the germans' were really doing in the north of africa in ww2, and at worst, its almost ahistorical or apolitical. notice that in most of these screencraps, and i doubt this was just a thing the translators did, its always "the germans" "the german tanks" and "the story of The General". there is literally no mention of the word 'nazi' in this chapter, even when, at least now in 2023, most of us know what ''the allies'' were doing to fight ''the germans'' in the north of africa

but, to ge back to the characters, i cant stress enough how just appaled i am at how apolitical this is, how its simply a matter of 'eberbach is embarrassed cause germans lost a battle here', and not, well, what the text says

the worst part is that like, it REALLY did not have to be like this. this could have easily been another cringe (but understandable, given how openly conservative eberbach is) scene of mischa comparing him to the lowest of the low, and then eberbach saying "ha! i'm not. fuck you"

but, for some reason i literally could not understand, aoike went with this. she went with this, and i'm 100% putting the blame all on her, because i cant tell you how easy it is to NOT make your main action hero be a nazi. because she knows how easy it is - she's done it more than once

honestly, for my own sanity, and for the sake of this character and even the series as a whole, i'm going to be completely erasing this horrible chapter from my mind and pretend it doesnt exist - i Of Course dont expect this of everyone, but to me this chapter is so out of nowhere, filled with such a big a plot hole, that i think it's easier to pretend it doesn't exist, rather than try and justify it. and i would never try to justify something like this

thats it from gio with love byeeeeeeee

#i hope my point was made clear here but #most importantly as a non jewish person i hope this isnt like . terribly embarrassing to read 💀#i really like this series but yeah this was goddawful i had to get it out of my chest snd break it down #ask #anonymous #led zeppelin shoujo yaoi manga tag

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thoughtbugatti · 2 years

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Hot Mulligan - you’ll be fine

Hi! Been a while lol. For quite some time now I’ve been feeling sort of uninspired by the music I listen to. Many of my favorite bands and artists really just aren’t putting out much music right now. Bring Me the Horizon have had one single in almost a year and there’s no word on their new album. Well, they’re the only one I can think of off the top of my head, I just want new music from them lol. Motionless in White did just put out an album fairly recently that kicked ass, as did Dance Gavin Dance but I’ll save those for some other time. ANYWAY. Back in like April I got on a Midwest Emo kick. Mom Jeans, American Football (again), Modern Baseball (also again). Then while mindlessly scrolling TikTok one night, I discovered Hot Mulligan. How Do You Know They’re Not Armadillo Shells in particular. Oh boy. At first that was the only song I really cared to listen to, then I found Please Don’t Cry You Have Swag while also mindlessly scrolling TikTok one night while the power was out. THATS what did me. I probably listened to that song 30 times that night. Few days later, I decided to listen to this album, and I just fell in love with them. Since I found this album, my last.fm scrobbles for Hot Mully went from like 60 to over 1100 in just a few months. It’s a real obsession, I mean I literally just saw them live with Heart Attack Man last night. Fucking killer performers by the way. Anyway!

In a very short time, you’ll be fine has become one of the most important albums in my life. Absolutely one of my top 5 albums of all time. The way each song is written and the way that Tades and Chris just belt each song is just so…raw and beautiful. On Digging In, they sing of the importance of consent as well as deadbeat fathers who fuck up their kids. On BCKYRD, they scream of how as you become an adult, your plans you make as a kid just kind of…die. Shit doesn’t get better, it just changes. I find myself coming back to this one in particular the most. On The Song Formerly Known as Intro, you’re greeted with:

“you’ve got a type, pasty skin and dead inside. Oh and green eyes. Eyes that look just like mine. You’ve got a motive, you pull your hair back oh I noticed, you can relax. Oh I make you panic call me when I’m manic but know that I’ll never call you back.”

EVIL. EVIL VERSES. It doesn’t scream to me, but it screams to relationships that I’ve had in the past and I find it HEARTBREAKING. Every time.

Equip sunglasses, Green Squirrel in Pretty Bad Shape, Dirty Office Bongos, Feal Like Crab, OG Blue Sky, We’re Gonna Make it to Kilby!; SPS, Analog Fade. Every single song on this album, I’ve grown a deep attachment to. I know every single word front to back, and any chance I get, I scream every single word at the top of my lungs just to feel something. Absolutely adore this album to bits and absolutely adore this whole band to bits. I can’t wait to hear what the fuck they come up with after this album, especially after Drink Milk and Run. Tades, if you ever read this, your hair is fucking gorgeous and I want a big ol smooch from you. Lol.

#music #midwest emo #hot mulligan

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