#(The world is just... being very stressful.)

[tsuy4n]

The Artist Who Lives for the Plot

Warning/s: Fem!Reader, Mild language/casual swearing, chaotic energy (duh), unhinged humor, reader suffering (comically)

[A/n]: I had so much fun writing, and dw. Part 2 will be coming soon. It's time to live with them. If it all fits, that'll be the last and final one! Thank you for your support <3

Day 1: Staff Badge, Zero Fear

You just received a job. Technically, a side-job.

You needed the extra cash. Rent was due next week, and at this point, the only thing growing faster than your stress was the mold in your bathroom.

Being a webtoon artist had always been the dream. You studied—poses, anatomy, lighting, shading, even a bit of photography thanks to that one kind sunbae back in high school. You poured years into perfecting your craft. But��� doing your dream job in reality?

Yeah. Not exactly how you imagined it.

Making money through art was already hard. Add today’s economy into the mix, and suddenly budgeting meant rotating between cheap instant meals and whatever eggs were on sale. Not the healthiest diet, but it got you through deadlines. Mostly.

Anyway. Enough with that depressing backstory.

Today, you were helping out behind the scenes—cleaning up, running errands, doing whatever the other staff didn’t have time for. The entire building was in chaos, people rushing around, shouting schedules, checking equipment. Apparently, some new boy group was debuting soon.

Like, in a week or something? You hadn’t seen them yet, but you had heard things.

"They’re gorgeous," One of the stylists whispered while curling a wig. "Like, inhuman levels of beautiful."

That alone was enough to catch your attention.

You weren’t trying to ogle anyone. You just needed some visual inspiration. For art, obviously.

So when someone asked you to bring water to the practice room? You may or may not have speed-walked your way there with the excitement of a fangirl and the blank expression of a very tired assistant.

The moment you opened the door, chaos greeted you. They were arguing. And loud.

Great for drama. Better for material.

"Do you want to achieve world domination or not?!" The black-haired one snapped, voice sharp like he was conducting a military operation instead of a boy group practice.

"Then hit the beat— on time!"

Ah, the leader. Jinu, you think was his name.

"You're 0.5 seconds off." The one who's half of his face was covered with hair flatly said.

"I told you, it’s called flair." Said the one with pink hair, heart-shaped bangs framing his face.

"You mean lag." The mint haired muttered, eyes glued to his phone.

"Shut it." Groaned the one with the ridiculous muscles, dabbing sweat off his face like a disappointed gym coach. "Let’s just start from the top before Captain Serious combusts."

That’s when they noticed you.

But by then, you’d already seen them—and everything else.

Oh, your eyes. They were blinding.

It was like walking into a manhwa panel. Ethereal lighting. Sweat glistening on toned arms. Perfect jawlines. Tall, broad silhouettes. You barely managed not to trip over your own feet.

This was it. The vision. You felt it. The inspiration burning through your veins.

You cleared your throat, doing your best to keep a neutral expression as you set the bottles near the mirrors.

And then, you said it. Casual. Straight-faced. Deadpan. "If this is what world domination looks like, I think the lighting needs work."

Silence.

They stared, blinked, and glanced at one another. Confused.

Jinu sighed. "Let’s take five."

The rest of the group immediately relaxed, stretching, dropping to the floor, cheering like they’d survived a war. Understandable. You heard they’d been practicing for hours.

You tried not to stare. You failed.

A voice pulled your attention.

"Thanks for the drink, cutie." It's the long haired dude. His voice was smooth and his smile was confident, borderline illegal.

Romance. That had to be his stage name.

Your eyes did a quick scan. You were mentally labeling all of them. It wasn’t weird. Not in a weird way. No. This was research.

Another one, shirt clinging to his abs like it was painted on, snatched a bottle and chugged it like he hadn’t tasted water in days. Abby, clearly.

You blinked. He was broad. The kind of chest that made you think of shirt buttons fighting for their lives. He smirked at you.

You immediately looked away and bowed slightly, mouthing a silent apology for being caught staring.

Then your gaze moved to the one on his phone, laughing at something you can't tell.

"That's so dumb." Mint hair said under his breath. His face? Cute. His voice? Low. Totally not what you expected, but love. You eat that kinda character up in stories.

He must be Baby.

Then there was the guy with long pastel hair partially covering his face. He hadn’t said a word. He hadn’t even looked your way. Mysterious aura? Check. It's clear he's Mystery.

And finally, back to Jinu. The leader. He carried himself like someone dependable. Stern but fair, and he's like that because he wants to see them all succeed.

That's such an eye watering story.

You tried not to squeal. Really, you did. But your fingers were already itching to draw. You can't wait for break to come.

Speaking of break... You look at them. It's only been a minute since they started that. You shouldn't, yeah.

"Excuse me." And yet you're already speaking. "Would it be alright if I took some photos?"

The room quieted a little. You could practically hear their thoughts. Another poor staff member, helpless under their charms.

"Go ahead." Jinu said, offering a small smile. What a charming fella.

He seems like he’d be one of those knight captains in those historical webtoons. The kind who stands behind the throne, silent and strong, carrying the kingdom on his back without asking for thanks.

Daydreaming later, let’s get clicking!

With permission granted, you lit up and pulled out your phone, trying hard not to bounce in excitement. As soon as your camera opened, they were already posing.

Of course they were.

You took a few shots—clean, fast, a few from different angles. They assumed you were done. They assumed wrong.

You lowered your phone, frowned slightly, and pointed at Abby.

"Flex your arm. No—more toward that side. Yes, hold that. Chin down."

They all froze.

"Huh?" Abby blinked.

And just like that, a full-on impromptu photoshoot began. You were directing them like your life depended on it. They followed along, slightly confused but too prideful to stop now.

"Yo..." Abby muttered, peeking at one of the photos. "I didn’t know my abs could look this good. Muscle definition on point."

He's beyond satisfied and that boosts your confidence in your photography skills yet again.

Soon, the rest of them were swarming your phone, snatching it to see their pictures and gawk at their undeniably gorgeous self.

Before chaos could start between them, you took your phone back in your hands as a really huge and bright smile was on your face.

"Thank you so much for indulging this staff member her request!" You made your way to the door with an awkward half-bow, twisting the knob, turning back one last time.

"I’m rooting for you guys! You got this!"

And with that, you were gone. Silence lingered in the room.

"So are we just letting random staff direct us now?" Baby asked, glancing at the others. "Cool. Cool cool cool."

"Yeah." Romance agreed with a nod. "But she's cute isn't she?"

"Every girl’s cute to you." Abby said, bumping his shoulder against him and tossing an arm lazily around Romance’s neck. "Get new taste, man."

"She didn’t even ask for an autograph." Jinu added, almost puzzled. Usually people would ask for that. He did his research well, you know.

"She just wanted photos." Mystery mumbled, his head tilting slightly to the side.

"Of us," Abby said proudly, a sudden, inexplicable breeze swept through the room—no open windows, no vents. Just vibes(?)

The edge of Abby’s fitted shirt lifted slightly, just enough to reveal a flash of perfectly sculpted abs.

He smirked. "Duh."

Fast forward—

Your first day ended early. Convenient, right? That meant more time to look at the pictures you took earlier. You couldn’t wait to study those shots, not in a weird way.

You’d been stuck on one panel of your webtoon for days, and no matter how deep you dove into Pinterest or Google, nothing looked quite right.

But thanks to that idol group, your prayers were answered. Sort of.

You expected to be on the bus by now, earbuds in, zoning out to music. Instead, you were standing in front of a convenience store, digging through your bag for your wallet when a realization hit you like a truck.

No cable. No charger. Not even a hint of it.

You double-checked. Nope. Gone.

You groaned out loud, dragging a hand down your face.

"Perfect." You muttered with a scowl. "Love that for me."

Then again, a bit of late-night cardio never hurt anyone. Yeah, scratch that shit. The universe clearly hated you.

The studio was still unlocked, the lobby empty. You flashed your staff ID in front of the scanner near the door—it beeped, the lock clicked, and in you went.

The overhead lights had been dimmed. Most of the staff were long gone. The silence was oddly calming.

You retraced your steps, mentally going through every place you'd stopped during the day. The break room was empty. No luck. The side lounge? Same story.

Third option: the rehearsal room.

You sighed. "Third time’s the charm." You mumbled, adjusting the strap on your bag as you headed down the hallway.

Your steps slowed as you neared the practice room. The door was closed, but voices leaked through—low, intense. Not the usual banter or off-key singing. Just… murmurs. Uneven. Cult-like.

You blinked. 'Holy hell, they’re still practicing?'

You glanced at your phone. It was late. Your shift ended an hour ago.

What are they made of? Protein powder and ambition?

What are they eating? Dreams? Caffeine? Hope??

You needed to ask. Not for curiosity. For survival. Your deadline was crawling up your spine like a tax collector and you were this close to drawing stick figures for tomorrow’s update.

The lights under the door flickered—blue, then red, then something that looked like a Windows error message.

You stared. Paused. Maybe they were testing stage lights.

Maybe they were summoning Satan. You didn't care. You just needed your charger. So you pushed the door open.

"I’m really sorry for disturbing you, but—" No matter how tired you were from today’s chaos, you still had manners.

They stood in a loose circle, shadows stretched long and unnatural, and… was that a portal? How the hell did they manage that?

If it was an illusion, it was top-tier. What were they feeding these hologram artists? Everyone in this team was way too talented.

Six heads snapped toward you.

You only blinked, admiration shining in your eyes. "Cool cosplay. Is this for the music video?"

A beat of silence.

Then your gaze flicked to the ceiling, eyes narrowing in critique. "Lighting’s a bit much, though. Shadows are swallowing Jinu’s jawline—tragic. Tilt the main source up just a bit next time."

You said what you said and you don't want to wait for a reply. You turn on your phone flashlight and started scanning the floor, stepping past the demon-plush aesthetic like you were dodging cables on a cluttered set.

There. Your charger lay near the edge of the mirror wall.

You scooped it up with a triumphant sigh and gave them all a quick thumbs-up.

"Good luck on the scene rehearsal." You chirped, already walking toward the door.

Click.

The door shut behind you, leaving nothing but baffled beings.

"…Who was that?" One of the figures finally asked, voice low and sharp.

"Staff." Abby replied, blinking.

"A weird human." Baby added, eyes at the door just like the others.

The tallest demon tilted its head, "Should we take care of her?"

The hunger was clear in its tone. Like it could already taste your soul.

Jinu was the first to speak. "No," He said sharply. "Not yet."

There was a pause. The demon turned slightly toward him. "You hesitate."

"I don’t make moves without information." Jinu said, arms crossed. "She’s… off."

"Off?" One of the smaller ones asked. "She looked normal."

"She looked like she was analyzing us," He muttered as he thought back to your behavior from earlier. "Not scared. Not confused. She looked like she’d seen stranger things."

"She was watching our movements earlier," Mystery informed from his corner, his voice soft. "Sketchpad in her lap."

"You sure it's not some fanfic crap?" Baby deadpanned.

"No." Jinu replied, tone quieter now. "It wasn’t that kind of writing. It was too structured. Like she was mapping something out. Watching patterns."

The demons seemed vaguely amused by the theory.

"So… a spy?" One of them asked, half-joking.

"Maybe," Jinu’s expression darkened. "Or something else. Either way, I’ll figure it out."

He didn’t voice the rest:

She looked one of the demon in the eye like she was judging him.

She also told them to fix the lighting.

She moved like the demon was interrupting her schedule.

Either she’s an expert who’ll be a problem later…or just another idiot with good timing and bad boundaries. Still. Better to play it safe.

The demons didn’t press. They glanced at one another then shrugged. Fine. Let him figure it out. Would’ve been more fun if he let them eat her soul, but hey—he’s the leader.

Without another word, they vanished through the pink portals back to the demon realm, leaving behind silence.

It didn’t last long.

Romance sighed dreamily. "Okay but… if she is a spy, she’s kinda hot."

Jinu didn’t reply. He just rubbed his temples, the beginnings of a headache forming right behind his eyes.

First a debut, now possible espionage from the world’s most dead-eyed assistant with a sketchpad.

Great.

He’d already built enough stress to level a small village. Now this?

…Cool. Fine. He’ll handle it. He always does.

Still.

Lighting advice?? Who just— No. Never mind. He stood straighter, his focus clear as glass.

He'll take care of you sooner or later once he knows your motive.

And so you lived through the first day of your new side-job.

Sure, it ended with strange flickering lights, a suspiciously cult-like gathering, and the very real possibility that the idol group you just met might be into LARPing or, worse, weird method acting.

But hey, sick concept. You respect the dedication. You genuinely hoped they listened to your advice about the lighting.

Still, your charger was back in your bag, your sketchpad was bursting with ideas, you get to draw that panel finally, and your rent wouldn’t pay itself.

So, if a bunch of pretty boys wanted to summon smoke and dramatic lighting on company time?

Not your business—as long as they made great reference material.

As you draw, you think things like:

Abby’s arms practically had their own agency. You swore his biceps flexed every time he blinked.

Jinu looked like a man carrying the weight of his group… and your outstanding bills.

And Romance? Prince face, main character energy, and probably the type to Google himself just to read the fan comments.

You, on the other hand, were so innocently, completely unaware of what awaited you.

Probably harassment, but definitely plot.

Day 2: HR Is Not Ready for This

You didn’t expect much on your second day.

Maybe some light sweating, a few awkward water runs, and enough quiet time to sneak in some sketching or brainstorm for ideas on your story.

You just wanted to observe, breathe, survive. Simple.

But the universe and apparently five very nosy boys had other plans.

The moment you entered the room, the air shifted. Not dramatically. Just enough to feel… watched.

Your gaze moved from one to the next—Abby adjusting his shirt (and definitely flexing more than needed), Mystery casually stretching nearby like a ninja cat, Baby muttering to himself while scrolling, and Jinu… he was definitely looking at you.

But you didn’t notice that.

You were too focused on your clipboard, scribbling poses and notes like a diligent little artist.

"You’ve been staring again."

You jumped a little. Jinu’s voice. Low. Observant.

You blinked up at him. "Oh, um— sorry?"

His brow arched before a tiny smile tugged at his lips. An attempt to lighten up the air around. "It’s fine. Just… felt like you were memorizing our skeletons."

You laughed, a little too nervously. "No! I mean—well, kind of? I’m an artist."

"...Right."

Was that judgment? You should be offended, right? Yes. But inside.

"It’s for character design," You explained. "I draw for webtoons. You guys are… kind of perfect models."

Jinu studied you. Scribbly. Polite. Very tired. But his gut didn’t trust you. "…Just don’t publish anything weird about us."

You gave him a two-finger salute. "No promises."

He walked off—suspicious, calculating, and weirdly handsome about it.

You sighed, then looked down. You’d circled a line on your page.

"Too symmetrical. Suspicious."

The second day at work is fun! Yeah, right. Fucking fuck. Today's exhausting. And not the "Wow, they’re so dreamy, I’m swooning~" kind.

No. This was “I swear to god if one of them breathes over my shoulder again, I will throw this pen” level of tired.

You were just trying to observe quietly, take notes, and survive the shift.

But subtle glances? Apparently that translated to "please, harass me."

Romance started singing, badly, every time your pen moved. Said it helped set the mood. You told him to change the playlist.

Abby kept "accidentally" standing right in your view. Shirt raised. Flex engaged. Asking, "How’s the lighting on my triceps now?"

Mystery appeared over your shoulder with zero warning, stared at your sketch, nodded, then vanished again like an IKEA ghost.

Baby? Baby muttered your critique out loud just to mess with you.

"‘Neck angle inconsistent’? Wow, harsh." All while smirking so handsomely. Baby. As in the one from hell. With Wi-Fi and zero respect for your peace. Like his fucking members.

You squinted at him, nearly blessing the world with the ugliest scowl known to man. "How are you even reading that from across the room?"

He didn’t answer. He just smiled wider.

Oh, these bastards were enjoying your suffering.

Was bullying the new staff part of their team-building exercises? Hazing disguised as charisma? They haven’t even debuted yet!

The audacity when their Spotify numbers are still at zero.

You'd think world domination came with manners, but no.

Contrary to their faces—artfully sculpted by angels or Photoshop—their personalities were straight-up hellspawn. (Ironic.)

By the time you were done, your social battery had collapsed into dust. You passed by a staff member in the hallway, maybe a stylist or someone from props.

"You look… drained."

You nodded. "Drained is generous. I feel like I’ve been emotionally dry-cleaned."

They laughed. You didn’t. You're mourning your peace.

Meanwhile, back in the practice room:

The air was quieter now. But tense.

Jinu stood near the speaker, arms crossed. His expression unreadable. "She’s hiding something."

The others didn’t laugh this time.

"Maybe she’s just weird." Baby offered his thought.

"Doesn’t mean she’s not dangerous." Jinu replied.

"So what, we just keep annoying her until she cracks?" Romance said, upside-down on the couch, legs kicking in the air like a chaotic cat.

"No." Jinu’s eyes didn’t waver. "We keep watching her until she shows us what she’s really here for.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Abby grinned like he's excited and can't wait to act whatever on his mind. "So. Strategic pestering. Got it."

Jinu didn’t stop him, or anyone of the boys. Whatever it takes to make you crack he guess.

Later that night, you collapsed at your desk.

Still alive. Barely.

You flipped open your sketchpad, flipping past pages of poses, muscle references, and narrowed notes.

"Abby’s arms could run their own business."

"Romance: pretty, but loud."

"Baby = gremlin with a phone."

"Mystery—??? Stop teleporting???"

You sighed, poked at your charger, then scribbled one last line before calling it a night.

If tomorrow’s like this again, I might fake a cold. Or a coma. Or both.

Still... their interest in your art? Kind of flattering. Mostly annoying.

[mggslover]

MR. HOTCHNER — aaron hotchner

In which being a nanny for the Hotchners doesn’t only mean taking care of Jack, but also pleasing your boss

genre smut (18+) cw free use arrangement, nanny!reader, age gap (r is in 20s), post haley, mentions of jack, lowkey toxic relationship, soft to hard cock, thigh biting, some brat taming, praise, shower sex: oral (f receiving), p in v, use of showerhead, body painting wc 5k a/n i have been feeling #insecure about writing, but it's the same as when you haven't driven in a while and you're like "fuck i need to go on a ride otherwise i'll be too anxious to ever do it again", so here is me ignoring my inner demons yelling at me and posting anyway. oh and this is also my formal job application to be hotch’s free use nanny!!

You are a feminist, obviously. But beliefs tend to change in certain situations. To be precise, around certain people. The certain people in question being Aaron Hotchner.

You’d been babysitting throughout your entire college career—a job not only you, but all of your friends did. It’s no one’s plan to continue their college side job after getting a degree, but sometimes there isn’t much of a choice. You didn’t know what to do with your life after graduating, not sure how to navigate the struggles in your twenties while it seemed like everyone else had their shit together. A stable factor in your life was what you needed, and with capitalism taking over the world, the money was welcome too.

Nannying for the Hotchners was better than the families you babysat for in college. The term says it already; you were a nanny now, a live-in nanny at that. You had a home, a stable income, and took care of a shy but very sweet kid who grew more comfortable around you every day. If you closed your eyes, you could almost picture this being your life: the apartment you clean and cook warm meals in being yours, the mothers at Jack’s school seeing you as their equal and not just as “the nanny of”... And if you squint hard enough, you could imagine Aaron being your partner, the one who brought in the money so you could be a stay-at-home wife.

It’s not as delusional as it sounds, promise. Even though you and Aaron weren’t actually dating, at this point you might as well be. Because, honestly, can there really be any love involved with a man who always prioritizes his job? You lived in his house, took care of his kid, and besides that, there was only one more thing needed for the label of having a relationship: sex. And sex there was. Lots of it.

Okay, again, it might not be like the sex you’d see in a traditional relationship, but you lived in the 21st century, for Christ’s sake. It counted as something. At least to you. 

It had been a couple of months since you started working for Mr. Hotchner when you had made the mutual decision to add an extra addition to your contract: a free use policy.

The decision didn’t come out of nowhere. The second you had met up with Aaron over coffee to see if you were suitable for the job, there was a tension that neither of you could deny. An undeniable attraction that lingered in the air when your eyes first met across the café. A spark that coursed through both of your veins when he held out his hand and cupped your smaller one in his. The way your heart did a jump when he pulled out a chair for you and how his body had the same reaction at seeing your dress ride up when you sat down, revealing the slightest sliver of skin. 

This arrangement was destined to work. Aaron was stressed out and on the verge of breaking down if he didn’t get the relief of tension he so desperately needed after a long day of work. You needed to feel useful and worthy. Wanted by someone that in your eyes had it all. 

One and one make two.

It sounded simple enough to you: being each other’s sex buddy, satisfying each other’s needs without overcomplicating it. But it wouldn’t be your life if the execution of this plan went that smoothly. 

During a late night on the couch, several glasses of wine in, you tried making a move on Aaron. Your legs were intertwined, bundled up beneath a warm blanket. His fingers had found the bare skin of your calves, drawing slow circles as he listened to you recalling your day with Jack. His lips would curl ever so slightly when you mentioned Jack getting a compliment from his teacher or when you laughed as you repeated the pun you had learned from his son.

Still, the tiredness in his eyes remained, just like the dark circles beneath them that never seemed to fade.

You just wanted to help, make him feel comforted in a way you knew would work. He didn’t object when you scooted closer, turning your upper body to his to rest your head on his shoulder. He didn’t react when you used the tip of your nose to lightly graze his neck—apathetic to the small shiver of his shoulders and the trail of goosebumps that followed with your movement. He did not even flinch at the first couple of kisses that you pressed to his skin.

It was only when your hot breath fanned over the shell of his ear that he had stopped you. 

“We need to set boundaries. This isn’t professional.”

You swallowed down your sigh, chirping out a high-pitched sure. Deep down you could’ve predicted this. Aaron was the type of man disciplined enough to print out another copy of your contract, all the while ignoring the hard-on that was uncomfortably pressing against the zipper of his pants. 

It was admirable how he took the time to explain this “free use” arrangement to you. Despite you working with kids, you weren’t as patient. You were getting sex. That was all you needed to know. So you politely nodded along to his words as he scribbled down new information on the contract. 

“I need you to sign here,” Aaron murmured, glancing up at your position on the couch.

With an inaudible huff, you stood and walked up to the wooden table he was bent over. Aaron took a step back, giving you the space to prop yourself in between the table and his frame to take a better look at the paper.

Your eyes flit over the rules:

No kissing

Minimal talking during the act (sounds of pleasure and code word allowed)

No talking about the act outside of the act

And most importantly, since he is the boss, he makes the calls on when you’ll be having sex. No arguments.

The second you had scribbled down your signature on the new document, Aaron had pressed his body to yours. Large arms wrapped around your waist, his palms finding a home on your lower stomach. The erection you had spotted earlier wasn’t gone, as it now poked against the soft curve of your ass.

A breathless sound escaped your mouth, quickly turning louder when Aaron’s short, dark hair brushed against your ear, placing open-mouthed, wet kisses on the place where your neck met your jaw.

You remembered how his hand slid into your jeans next, his fingers expertly slipping between the puffy folds of your pussy. His breathing heaved with every curl of his finger, and so did his movements as he rocked his hips into your back. He was visibly enjoying making you feel good. That much you could tell, but still you had thought that this was just a warm-up to get you ready for him. But when you came—with a loud cry he had to muffle with his other palm—he had simply left the room.

It had been like this for the next couple of times: Aaron worshipping your body with his mouth or hands but never asking for anything in return. Maybe it was a boundary he wasn’t ready to cross yet, or maybe watching you come undone was enough to satiate his needs and take away his stress. No matter his initial reasons, eventually he wasn’t able to hold back anymore, your endeavors more often turning into you sucking him off while he’s on a tense phone call or having a quickie in the kitchen before the workday would start. Yes, specifically in the kitchen. Or any location other than the bedroom, for that matter. Because although not on the list, having sex in bed was an unspoken form of intimacy you agreed on not having.

But all sexual acts aside, at the end of the day you were a nanny. One who had a job to do. 

With a long stretch of your arms and a loud groan, you climbed out of bed this morning. The weekend—two days filled with cheering Jack on during his soccer matches and baking chocolate chip cookies—unfortunately has come to an end. 

Your feet moved on autopilot, still in a dazed state from your sleep, until you found yourself in Aaron’s bedroom. It was only to enter the connected master’s bathroom. It was probably against the “rules”, but no one could deny that his bathroom was superior to the guest one: it had a large shower cabin made out of glass, a window where the perfect amount of sunlight beamed through in the mornings, and there were discreet spotlights hidden in the ceiling that illuminated the room in a romantic setting during late night showers.

You never showered here when Aaron was at home. But he had been on a case this entire weekend, giving you the opportunity to fully enjoy the luxuries of his apartment. You did suspect that he was aware of your sneaky endeavors. One day he had come out of the shower smelling exactly like the vanilla scent of your shampoo—the shampoo you had forgotten to take back to your room with you.

Turning on the shower made you realize why waking up early was worth it. Warm drops of water fell down your skin, the fog that came free wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. You had exactly one hour until Jack would wake up, one hour to abuse Mr. Hotchner’s water bill and carry out your sacred full-body routine.

You were in the middle of rinsing the shampoo out of your hair when the creaking of the bathroom door sounded. 

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, blindly reaching for a towel to dry your eyes from the prickling foam that’s running down your face. 

“Jack, what did I tell you about knocking when—“

Standing in front of you, barricaded only by the fogged shower doors, stood a man that—considering someone couldn’t grow twenty inches overnight—was not Jack. 

The dark, short-cut hair and the black blazer that was thrown over the figure’s form gave him away. It was none other than your boss standing in front of you.

“Jack’s still asleep,” Aaron said matter of factly as he tugged the blazer off his arm before dropping it into the laundry basket.

A tinge of worry filled your chest, your mind running in a million different directions as it tried to come up with the most natural and fast explanation for you being here. “I didn’t want to wake him. Your room is at the other side of the apartment, and you weren’t home, so—“

He waves you off with a motion of his hand. “Good call, he needs his sleep.”

The fogged glass hides the deep breath of relief you're letting out at hearing his approval. 

With the anxiety slipping away, you carefully reach out to wash the rest of your hair. You should turn around, face your back to him, and get the job done as fast as possible, but your boss had this essence that was too captivating to look away from. Squinting your eyes, you could make out the exhausted expression that lingered on Aaron’s face as he was busy untying his tie. 

“Rough weekend?”

He gave a short snort. “As always.”

You nodded in understanding, although he couldn’t see. Another silence followed, causing you to finally look away. It didn’t take long for your curiosity to be piqued again, when the sound of a belt buckle unclasping and the soft thud of a shirt falling to the ground interrupted the steady stream of spilling water. 

Turning your head, you could make out a vague tanned beige color where you previously saw the white of his dress shirt. The skin… the belt… Fuck, was this man getting naked?

“What are you doing?” You gulp when a strong hand reaches out for the shower’s doors. 

“Joining you.”

Such a deadpan tone, like your boss joining you in your morning shower is the most normal thing to happen on earth. But this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? To feel like it was a mundane thing. For it to feel like you had an actual, healthy relationship with Aaron, that you weren’t essentially getting paid for your services.

“Okay,” you respond back with a newfound confidence.

You weren’t sure whether Aaron had waited on your confirmation, but the second the approval left your mouth, the doors were being opened. 

There was no need to hide your body; it wasn’t anything he hadn't seen before. The way he looked, however, was different. You’d only seen Aaron in a state where he was turned on, where he’d either been fantasizing about you all day at work—walking around with a painful boner all day—or where you’d been teasing him before you had greedily pulled his pants down. Now, however, he was still soft.

It wasn’t a sight you’ve often seen in your life, most men that you’d encountered feeling ashamed of the flaccid state; being a grower, or not thinking it looks sexy. So the fact that Aaron didn’t think twice of walking in showed a sense of trust and intimacy that made your stomach flutter. Besides, he had no reason to worry about his looks, because he looked good in this state. His balls were tight and roundly shaped, his length looked a bit shorter when soft but hung thick and heavy over said balls, and what drove you even wilder was the way his full tip twitched when his eyes had landed on you.

“Can I help you with that?” He asked, nodding down to the pink loofah in your hand.

You answered by taking a step back, giving him the space to fully enter the shower and close the doors behind him. He reached out his hand, and you had to blink a couple of times to make sure that this was really happening before handing him over the sponge.

Aaron accepts it. His other arm extends, almost brushing against yours. You inhale a deep breath, only to find out he was reaching for the shower gel behind you. With the use of his thumb, he clicks open the cap and squeezes a generous amount of liquid onto the loofah. 

Aaron’s eyes flick over your body, as if deciding where to start first. It was difficult for him to imagine that he had you right where he wanted. That you were standing right in the spot where he had fisted himself for months to the thought of you. The way you looked, with your curves bare on display as drops of water fell down the side of your body, was beyond any visualization his own mind could’ve ever come up with. 

Your nipples harden under the weight of his long, dark gaze, and it seems like the decision is made for him. Gently, he places the sponge on your collarbone, then moves it down in a slow stroke, following the curve of your breast. Your eyes close shut when the rough material catches onto your nipple, sending a jolt of electricity straight to your core.

With curious eyes he takes in your reaction, then repeats the movement, moving the sponge back up. Your breast sways along, causing Aaron to swallow back a groan. In circular motions he moves on to your other breast. You hum in pleasure as he repeatedly caresses the pebbled bud while covering you in little bubbles of soap. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me now,” he teases. “Is it that relaxing?”

The corners of your lips lift up, it’s not often that he breaks his own rules by talking to you. When you open your eyes, you notice a mischievous glimmer behind the stoic facade. It’s not just that that you notice: the proximity is undeniable. In the few seconds your eyes were shut, Aaron had moved closer. So close that his forehead was nearly touching yours. So close that you could almost count the curly hairs on his chest that have deepened in color because of the streaming water. 

It was a mistake to look down.

Just an inch away from your stomach, heaved Aaron’s rock hard cock—that’s how fast the transformation can go. The large vein that you could dream at this point had made its appearance, and his bulbous head was shining in pre-cum. A thick drop hypnotizingly coating the slit.

“That’s what you do to me,” Aaron breathes out, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

Your heart was beating a million miles an hour. He could kiss you right now, his lips impossibly close to yours as he wet them with his tongue. Instead, his mouth moved: “Up.”

Before you were able to squint your eyebrows in confusion, Aaron had his arms wrapped around your thighs, giving you a firm tug up, allowing you to jump like he’d asked you. 

In a smooth—way too smooth—motion, you were thrown against the cold tiled wall, legs wrapped around his waist. Then he said it again. Up. 

Like a toddler being lifted by their parents, Aaron had managed to climb you up so that your thighs were seated against each side of his face, legs dangling over his shoulders and the back of your calves planted firmly against his lower back.

“How the fuck…” you gasp out in belated shock.

“Don’t waste your words asking questions,” he murmured, his hot breath fanning over your spread pussy. Not like you’d be able to in the state he’s got you in. “Just enjoy yourself.”

With his hands pinning you against the wall, he used the sole power of his neck to dive in. No time was wasted as his wet tongue split open the folds of your pussy, immediately latching onto your swollen pearl—completely magnetized by it.

Your thighs clenched around his head, a sound in between a moan and a gasp escaping you as you threw your head back.

“Shit,” you hiss, the back of your head making contact with the cold surface. 

Aaron groaned. You knew him well enough to know that it was a sound of disapproval, one of his dad-like “I told you to be careful” huffs. It didn’t have its designated effect, though; his muffled sound vibrates through your body, causing a wave of tingles to ignite your skin, your clit twitching against his tongue. 

When you looked down, he was rolling his eyes at you. “Are you serious?” his face spoke. A giggle left your chest, you couldn’t take the stern attitude seriously. 

Apparently, he did take it seriously. Aaron leaned back just enough to turn his head, and you missed the warmth of his mouth on you already. The light stubble that covered his jaw from being away on a case all weekend grazed along your inner thigh. 

“More,” you whimpered, lifting your hips from the wall and driving your cunt into his face.

His eyes flick to yours for a split second. It was easy to miss the moment, but something behind his eyes shifted, reaching the max of dealing with this daring disobedience of yours. Your breath gets caught before it happens: his teeth sink into your thigh.

You sputter in his grasp, legs locking tighter around his waist. He didn’t bite hard enough to cut skin, but he was definitely leaving a mark. You were sure of that when, after the use of teeth, he wrapped his lips around the aching spot, sucking and not stopping despite your sharp nails digging into his back.

“Are you going to be good for me now?”

“Yes! Yes, I promise!”

Wrong answer. Another bite.

This time you just nod, not speaking any excessive words. 

His teeth are replaced by his lips. He leaves two featherlight kisses on the bruised spot and moves back to your needy hole.

“Haven’t touched you in a minute, and you’re already dripping.”

Apparently the rule of not speaking doesn’t apply to Aaron Hotchner today. Not that you minded.

He licked the sweetness off your pussy, getting back into rhythm. Aaron’s lips sealed around your labia, gently suckling until the only sounds leaving your mouth were passionate moans. 

At this point it was impossible to decipher whether the wet, sloppy noises came from your pussy or from the water that dripped out of the shower's head, warming the sides of your bodies. 

You dug your nails lightly into his shoulders, grounding yourself from the accumulating heat that was starting to form low in your stomach.

With every up and down of his chin, Aaron’s nose would bump against your clit, making it twitch in desperation.

“Mmph,” you whine in response to his actions. I’m close! Aaron, please! Is what you wish you could scream out to him right now. Wishing you could beg for a fast release as the obscene sounds grew louder around you. But you couldn’t, not if you wanted to have any release at all. Forced to endure his sweet torture.

Aaron lifted his head, his mouth inches away from where you needed him most. 

“Are you close?”

You obediently nod up and down, making sure he gets the memo. 

“Will you cum if I touch her?” 

You vehemently nod, tears burning in the corners of your eyes. Please, touch my clit, Aaron. 

His hot breath ghosted over the swollen bud. “Hold on tight.”

You moved your fingers to wrap tightly in his locks, right on time as Aaron wraps your throbbing clit in between his lips. It was a combination of his satisfied moans and the slurping of his tongue that tipped you over the edge.

By the time Aaron had placed you back on the ground, you were wobbling on your legs, and your throat felt sore from the cries that had tumbled from your lips. 

There wasn’t much time to recover, Aaron’s hands finding your waist, warm palms burning your skin as he turned you around. Your chest heaved from your orgasm, and your heart rate only sped up when his fingers made contact with the back of your arms. He guided his hands up until your fingers locked. 

The bathroom tiles weren’t as cold as you expected them to be when you placed your palms against them, still heated by Aaron’s hands that were pressed against the same spot only a minute ago.

“Arch your back for me, sweetheart,” he instructed. 

The nickname had your legs close to giving out. You clawed against the wall as you arched your back, ass raised high in the air, your cunt making contact with his poking cock as it pulsed from the sight of you. 

An arm cups around your frame, holding you steady against him. With the other, he brushes the skin of your curves, mapping out his favorite spots.

Aaron’s thick fingers grip around the cheek of your ass, spreading you open and watching you in a mix of lust and adoration. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmured under his breath, as if he’d just witnessed the opening of an exotic flower.

You felt the weight of his solid chest against your back, dew drops falling from his skin and melting onto yours. Aaron bent slightly through his knees, enough to line himself up with your hole. Then he pushed in.

“That’s it, you can take it,” he encouraged as his throbbing length entered you inch by inch. “Almost there. You’re doing so good, taking all of me.”

“Feels good,” you whisper softly, not able to help the words from spilling out.

“I know, honey. Going to make you feel even better.”

With that, he started pumping himself in and out of you, creating a mark in your cervix that he kissed with every thrust of his hips. It was hot. So fucking hot. The steam that has built up in the shower cabin, the warm press of Aaron’s body, the fullness of him inside of you, the heaving of his breath in your ear… Too hot.

It’s like he heard you, because in the next moment he had you pushed up against the cool expanse of tile. A shiver ran through your body, a pleasant one, as your nipples peaked against it, stimulated by the continuous rubbing against the surface as Aaron moved your body up and down his cock. 

A groan tore from his throat, the sound lightning through your body. “I missed this. Missed having you wrapped around me.”

The words were dirty, definitely, but it was the most affectionate thing he’s ever said to you. You could do this for the rest of your life: have him use you, be the reason he feels good, because there truly was nothing that made you feel more whole than to be praised by him. 

You fluttered your pussy around him, enticing another deep groan from him. 

“I’m getting close,” he hisses, and you nod. Give it to me, please. 

Instead of speeding up the slapping of skin, he halts his movements, pulling a whiny no out of you. 

With your back facing him, you don’t catch on to how he’s taking the shower head from its bar. Not even noticing the change of there being no more water falling down your body. 

What you do take in, is him hungrily cupping your mound. And you are definitely aware when he uses two of his fingers to spread your lips. You swear you can feel his grin against your neck when the shower head magically appears in his hand, turned to a setting where a strong current of water spurts out, which he places directly above your clit.

A high-pitched cry leaves your mouth, making you wiggle in his grasp. If he didn’t have you pinned against his body, you would’ve fallen to the ground, your legs feeling like complete jelly.

“Hold yourself open for me.”

Regret followed later, when you realized that Aaron would pick up his pace again, all the while your clit was being overstimulated by the flow of water.

Your mouth was agape, moans and gasps and cries tumbling out—sometimes loud, sometimes utterly breathless. The last sound that left you was a scream of Aaron’s name as you came around his cock. 

Your hand had left your pussy, reaching back to grip Aaron’s ass—the most accessible, and convenient place to hold—as your orgasm stuttered through you. You held him tightly, forcing a few more deep thrusts out of him before he pulled himself out.

“Knees. Now.”

The next moment passed in a blur. You fell to your knees, your legs squeaking against the cold, wet floor. You didn’t have the time to decide where to settle your eye: on his thick length that he held tightly in his fist, on his soft stomach and chest that heaved in anticipation of his orgasm, or on his face that was barely visible with the way he had his head thrown back, lip caught in between his teeth. 

His hips twitched, and his muscled thighs clenched as a white-hot fountain erupted on you. His release fell down your body, covering you from your breasts to your stomach to your legs. He even made a mess of himself, his hand covered in his essence, spread all over his cock by the jerking of his hand.

“Jesus,” Aaron curses, using his clean hand to push his hair out of his face. 

When his eyes fell back on you, he caught sight of you obediently sitting in front of him, using your thumb to flick a white stain off your breast before swirling your tongue around the digit.

He squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing his face. “You’ll be the death of me.”

You pick up the shower head that was thrown beside you on the ground, then place your hand around his thigh for leverage, wanting to clean him up.

Aaron sharply inhaled, body tensing when the stream hit his sensitive cock. “Don’t do that!”

“I’m sorry!” You quickly apologize in a stutter, then burst out in small laughter.

He shakes his head, opening his palm. “Hand it over to me.”

For a second you’re afraid he’s planning his revenge, but he turns the handle so that a gentle and even stream flows out of the head, then holds it above your body. Your personal waterfall.

With a hum, you wash yourself clean, almost sad to see the proof of his loving vanish from your body. 

“Come here,” he whispers when you’re done and helps pull you up by your arm.

Surprisingly, he wraps a strong arm around you, the back of his fingers running across your cheek to put the wet strands of your hair back in place. 

“I can bring Jack to school today.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Are you sure? You haven’t slept all night. I don’t mind—“

“Me neither,” he assures. “I know the work here is tiring too.”

It was. You knew nannying wasn’t an easy job, but nothing had prepared you for the days and nights spent alone while Aaron was catching killers in different states. It wasn’t easy being the main responsibility of a child in his most formative years, no matter how much gratification the work gives you.

“Okay,” you hum. “Thank you.”

“I have some free time when I get back.” His eyes search for yours as he speaks the words, awaiting your reply to the invitation. His eyes soften when they catch your small smile.

“Sounds good.”

He nods. “Good.”

[cybermannete]

smoke break. - jax (suggestive)

(yall i think we moved on too fast by how SCRUMPTIOUS he looked in this episode. also i KNOW i said nsfw would be rare for TADC but.. a bitch is ovulating.)

contains: suggestive talk, making out, slacking off during work, jax being a shit, established relationship

The rough polyester of the Spudsy's uniform brushed against your skin uncomfortably, making you wince and itch at your neck and back. The smell of greasy fast food practically destroyed your nostrils, and you knew you'd never get the annoying sound of beeping out of your head for days after this.

Ragatha seemed to high off of her mind, which made you snicker at some of the things she was saying. Pomni was learning to enjoy the wonderful world of customer service, Gangle was.. it was hard to explain what Gangle was going through, you could just tell she wasn't herself. And Jax..

You got what you expected from him, only he seemed so much more irritable. Half of the time, he didn't have a fun quip or insult to follow up with his normal monotone humor. Normally, you'd let him have his space and let him approach you.

You were in charge of to go orders, calling out order numbers and names. Meanwhile, Jax worked the drive thru as well as the drink station. Sometimes you'd turn around and check on him, making sure he was doing okay. Of course, he would just give you a thumbs up.

Plus you weren't gonna lie, he looked damn good in that uniform. Black was a very good look on him.

Evening began to set in, which meant clock out time was slowly approaching. The restaurant was running slow, and everyone was working their closing duties for the night. Gangle was on the computer in the manager's office running numbers, Pomni was closing the register, and Ragatha and Zooble were cleaning up the kitchen.

You perked up the minute you heard Jax's voice call out from his position by the drive thru window. "Goin' on a smoke break." He grabbed his hat and tossed it off to the side, and he had made his way to you. He grabbed your arm, leaning in and muttering. "Supply closet. Don't keep me waiting."

Your cheeks heated, and your heart did a small flutter. But like a lost puppy, you turned and followed behind him, making sure no one was watching you. The last thing you needed was anyone seeing you and Jax go off to somewhere quiet and secluded.

You stepped into the cramped supply closet, gazing at all the cleaning supplies, napkins, straws, brown bags, etc. Jax was standing with his arms crossed against one of the shelves. Once you closed the door, he muttered. "C'mere." He tugged you closer to him, his breathing next to your ear. Before you knew it, you and him were kissing. He gripped onto you tightly, his kisses were just as rough and demanding.

It caught you so off guard that you almost fell back. A gasp left you, but your hands rested on the scratchy fabric of his shirt. He never kissed you like this out of nowhere. It was suffocating but in the best way possible. Even when you tried to pull away, he was right back to kissing you, tugging you forward desperately and going back to kissing you breathless.

"Jax-" You started, before Jax cut you off.

"Look, just stop talking." He commanded in a breathless voice. His sore aching muscles from being on his feet for hours seemed to relax in your presence. "Just- Stop."

Before you knew it, you were pressed back against the wall, Jax's kisses on your lips growing hungrier and hungrier. You were his stress reliever. He was exhausted, irritated, and all he wanted was to have you all to himself for this fifteen minute "smoke break".

You pulled away as Jax frantically tried to unbuckle the belt of your uniform. "Whoa- H-Hey what're you-"

As Jax lowered himself down onto his knees in front of you, tugging down your pants, he gave you his familiar shit eating grin. "What? I still got 10 minutes."

[mama-qwerty]

Okay, based solely on this teeny clip--because I have not and will not watch the live action movie--I'm gonna go devil's advocate here.

Live action Nani sounds like she's feeling bitter and grieving the loss of her parents. "We were left behind!" is something that speaks of sorrow and grief and a bitterness that the idea of Ohana, of family never leaving, was just a fairy tale. Now she's an orphan, she's got a little sister to take care of, and there are so many new things weighing her down that she didn't have before. She's the grown up, she's the only family Lilo has left, and things are so, so much harder than they were before. She looks stressed and upset and in a moment of "Why are you making things harder than they need to be??" when it comes to Lilo.

That said, I know this is just one tiny moment out of an entire movie that dismisses Ohana completely, alters who the main antagonist is, and changes Nani's focus from desperate to keep Lilo with her to completely okay with relinquishing her guardian rights and chucking her with someone else while she fucks off to college.

If this were any other movie, where a literal teenager (I believe Nani's something like 19?) becomes the guardian and parental figure to her also grieving and possibly neurodivergent little sister, I would give it a pass because, yes, there would very likely come a moment when she feels like she's fighting everything and her little sister is still holding onto some element of family that maybe isn't as realistic with how it's changed for them. Things sometimes get to be too much, and even the best of us can lose our shit and want others to stop being so damn difficult for just five damn minutes.

But this isn't any other movie.

This is Lilo and Stitch.

The movie that put "Ohana" on the map. That showed us a teenager who put her entire life on hold to make sure her little sister was taken care of. Who fought tooth and nail to make sure Lilo stayed with her. Who understood Lilo and never once, not a single time, told her to just 'be normal'. To 'live in the real world'.

She indulged Lilo's wants and needs and desires (getting her many, many photos developed), she met Lilo where the girl was ("Do we have a lobster door? No, we have a dog door."), she never let Lilo think that she was a burden to her (when Lilo asked if she and Stitch got Nani fired from the fake luau).

Nani loved Lilo. Nani would do anything to keep Lilo with her, where she was safe and happy and understood. Nani did everything and anything she could to take care of her sister, and never held it against her when Lilo was just being Lilo.

And when it looked like she was losing Lilo, she snapped and fought, and showed how much she cared for her.

The original Lilo and Stitch was perfection. I have no idea why the live action one was changed as it was, because it totally gutted what the movie was really about, and turned it into such a mess, it's offensive to the source material.

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Everything I learn about this remake just gets worse and worse. Who the fuck even green lit this

[wrotebymii]

EVERYTHING HAS A PLACE | Date Everything x Autistic!gn!reader

Summary: How life is with the objects and their autistic homeowner.

Warnings: Fluffy, minimal angst, reader doesn’t know their household necessities are sentient at first, I’m autistic but low-functioning so a lot of what I wrote is how I go about my day/how I act. Not edited. Reader is also slightly demi-romantic coded. Lost the plot a few paragraphs in I’m sorry I’m sleep deprived.

Timothy, Penelope, and You are like three peas in a pod. Using each keeps you relatively relaxed for the upcoming day or eventual break in your neatly put together schedule—which gets increasingly difficult to think about when said break comes.

Sorry, Sam, but your hang session is place obscurely in our data monthly pin board since it’s pushing too close to workout and the everything shower. —Signed Penelope

They all try to accommodate your needs; Kopi making the coffee the exact same every time, Freddy keeping the fridge nice and cool so your comfort foods don’t spoil just yet, Teddy being found under your bed when you’re having a difficult time regulating, even Lux and Barry collaborating reluctantly together to find the perfect hand lotion that doesn’t give you sensory headaches.

Everyone thinks you’re charming, not in an infantilizing way. Every single person adores you but with respect and understanding.

Most of them love that you have a routine you stick by, it’s easy to remember and gives them chill periods in between. Its a nice break because they too can get tired, so when there’s a detour in the schedule that wasn’t place advanced. They worry.

Koa and Mateo would immediately be there with you, letting you curl in the comfort of your bedding and focus on yourself. While Telly puts on a rerun of your favorite show.

But this time it’s different. An immediate change in your entire routine when you got the Dateviators. Forcing yourself to ignore the urge to clean the broken glass of your door window because a drone had so rudely forced the box in. You picked them up, they were cute a little tacky but cute nevertheless. Internally, you were still freaked out that an unknown person knew your address and sent you a pair of sungla— holy shit.

You put them on and you’re not sure how it happened but there was a very beautiful smiling pinked haired stranger standing a few feet away from you. She was practically buzzing in excitement as she explained what was happening. Causing you to…

Quickly take the glasses off and pace.

You couldn’t believe it, almost didn’t want to believe it. Within the comforts of your own home every object, appliance, knicknacks, and the literal embodiment of concepts are all sentient. It made you feel all types of ways wrong that you quickly took laps around the house before collapsing on the floor of your living room.

…this could be a good thing? You mean…it could help with your social skill and facial recognition. Hell, maybe you’ll get a friend out of this?

Slowly you put them back on, your world being brightly lit up by rose tinted specs. It hurts your eyes. Though, Skylar shows up again, looking down at you with a strained smile and wave. Easying you up without touching you to your feet and continuing what she was saying. Before another bomb shell hit you.

Dateviators…dateables

The whole point of these glasses was to date multiple of your household items which freaked you out more. However, you were truly thankful that you met Dorian first. His announcement that friendship was also an option made it less daunting on you.

Thus began the 102 way to get everything to be friends with you!

Sure, the first few days was stressful and near exhausting but long talks with Timothy and Pen helped greatly. They helped with creating an entirely new schedule color coded as well that allowed time for your humanly needs and getting to know everyone.

Jerry and You got along great, earning his friendship fast when you told him to up-cycle.

Lux was easy to hate, but with your inability to know when you’re being insulted you became their unlikely friend they hurt your eyes.

Teddy was amazing, you were little embarrassed that he knows deeply about your breakdowns but the silly advice and stories made it go away.

Barry is probably your best friend, you help him with his memory by saying he can use things he’s interested in to aid him in keeping track of things.

Chance is your second bestie, nearly tackling him in feral hyper fixation so you could yap his ear off about the game you both like. He’s the most likely to fall for you. Besides Wallace.

However, the best place is Break Box Club, but only when it’s after hours. You can only sit through terrible act before you want to put cotton in your ears. The club is soothing at closing, lights dimmer Volt and Eddie do that just for you and you get to drink a lot of mocktails Eddie teases you.

You do your share, of course. Not wanting to free load off the two. You have knowledge on the breaker box because you were frantically cleaning one day and found the manual which you spent the next hour reading through and forgot the cleaning which you regretted later.

Currently, you’re seated at the bar working on a project you and Jerry are doing while chatting to Eddie about a new dateable, questioning the person initial reaction to you. Volt was to your right.

“They were flirting…” He said, cleaning a glass with a shake of his head. The corner of his lips turning up. You give him a once over and hum in thought.

“Nah” You say flatly, not believing it.

“The hell you mean nah?” He raised an amused brow. You shrug and sit up straight, gathering your words.

“They seemed…rude? And pushy” You concluded.

“That doesn’t mean they weren’t…” Eddie pauses and places the glass down, rubbing between his eyes like he has a headache.

“Sometimes…insults can be meant in different ways, live wire.” Volt says, chuckling. They aren’t teasing you for your like of awareness but amused by the conversation overall.

“But, that’s not how it’s like in Betty’s books” You say, maintaining strict eye contact with Eddies hands as the wipe down the counter. Enjoying the rhythmic nature of it.

“How was it shown in these books?” Volt asks with more interest.

“Flashy, and oddly poetic. Like you’d sing a ballad if you saw your lover in front of you” You say remembering the way Betty gasp and sigh wishfully when she read it out loud. You thought it was pretty, and by definition romantic, but not something you think you’d like.

“Ah of course, lovey-dovey shit…” Eddie mumbles, he leans on the bar his hands on the counter supporting his weight. Volt hums.

“Betty is the overtly romantic type.” Volt looks at you, multitasking on the project and the conversation.

“-what about you?”

“Huh?”

“What is your romance like, your love language?”

“You don’t have to answer, tap your fingers twice if you want me to stop him” Eddie teases, his voice drowning out with Volts as they banter back and forth.

What is your romance like? Love language? You aren’t sure, but you know you like foundation a connection to someone. Similarities but not too many.

“I think I like just being near someone…we don’t have uh-don’t have to speak or do anything but just be there in each other presence, I enjoy that. Looking up and seeing that they’re there and I get to be there with them…” The room is silence, it’s not awkward but settle.

Then it’s broken.

“I enjoy the firey and beautiful passi-“

“You ruined it” Eddie huffs.

“Oh-ho I did not, I’m merely adding onto-“ Volt defends himself, electricity tingling over his arms—the zapping noise of it pleases you.

You giggle as they continue, adding the last bit to the Jerry project. Watching as Eddie and Volt blabber on as Eddie begins to walk away from the conversation to go on and do workaholic things.

You might not fully understand where you are in romantic relationships but you’ll take anything if it meant being in the presence of any object within this house. If they’re flirty, hateful, passive, aloof.

You don’t mind, being around them is enough for you.

[onaswife]

A good rest

Couple: Alexia x reader

AU! Omegaverse, Alpha x Omega.

Note: Sorry if it's too short or if the smut isn't good, I always try my best. This week I'll upload Alpha! Kika's story, comment which other one you want to have this week :D

Alexia and you had met about two years ago, when she came to give a sports talk at your university. You had met her under pressure from a friend, who had left you with no choice but to accompany her to the talk. She had promised you that you wouldn't be bored.

And of course, you weren't. The girl, Alexia, as she had introduced herself at the beginning, was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her brown hair and large hazel eyes had won your heart. Throughout the talk, you had surprised her by giving you lingering glances.

At the end of the day, she had timidly approached you and asked about your Instagram. The following week, you received the first message, a simple "Hello."

It was at that moment that your love story began.

You had three days of rest left before the exams started, so there you were, lying on Alexia's bed in her apartment after being picked up by Alexia from the university that same day. It was already 5 p.m., and you had miraculously finished studying at 1 p.m.

"Are you seriously watching that?" she murmured next to you, looking at her phone. You were watching a YouTube video about Cartoon Network's cartoons, The Amazing World of Gumball, one of your favorite cartoons lately. It was absurd, but it helped you relax and forget about your exams.

"Mmm, I don't tell you anything when you go crazy watching football games to relax, love," you murmured as you began to lean back into her arm. When Alexia noticed your discomfort, she raised an arm closer to you and hugged you by the shoulders, bringing you closer to her chest. Her hand rested on your bicep, caressing you gently.

You sighed with pleasure at the comfort of her body, while you felt her fingers caress you. "It's absurd, Baby," you laughed almost helplessly as you listened to her again, feeling your ear vibrate with her voice. You just nodded without making a sound, too focused on the video.

"It's absurd all the crimes they've committed…"

"Do you really like that?"

"I like the fish… but not his voice… God, was he a dictator?!"

"I thought Anaís would have committed fewer crimes."

"I like Nicol, you're more like the big rabbit… You know what? Forget it, I didn't say anything." You could only laugh amusedly as you listened to her comments throughout the video, without much of an idea of ​​the lore.

"You know, I think we shouldn't spend your last few days stress-free like this. We should go somewhere… pack your bag, honey, and we'll go relax somewhere else." You lifted your head from where it was resting and looked at her, confusion etched on your face. She had a small smile on her face and brought her hand up to your face, placing her palm on your jaw and gently pressing her fingers against your cheeks, making your lips bulge, and she kissed them.

"Just like you heard, pack your bag. I think it would be better to spend these last few days in peace, on the beach."

"Shall we go to the beach house? Or to Mallorca? Or…"

"We'll go to Ibiza. I know how much you liked it last time we went. I'll go buy the tickets. I need my iPad."

You stared at her with your mouth open, not believing what she was saying, hoping she'd say it was some kind of joke, but she was looking at you very seriously. It was something that characterized Alexia; she was a true Alpha provider. If she saw you liked something, it would be in your hands within two hours. If you said you were craving something, she'd already ordered it. If you saw clothes and stared at something for more than half a minute, Alexia would already be ordering it. She'd even considered buying you an apartment just for you, but after so many arguments about whether it wasn't necessary, she agreed. After all, you spent most of your time in her apartment, using her things and clothes, which she loved.

"Come on, amor, I don't think it's necessary to go. We could go to the Barcelona coast, to Mataró, or to the nearby beaches."

She stared at you while she turned off her iPad. "I don't think so. You deserve the best, amor… so pack your bags. The flight leaves at 8, you have an hour to finish getting ready. I love you." She leaned closer and placed a kiss on the top of your head, walking toward the kitchen (you assumed), leaving you alone in bed, still in disbelief of what she had said and done.

You sighed in defeat as you got up from Alexia's bed and pulled a purple suitcase out of your Alpha's closet. One she had bought just for you after hearing you say you liked the model, but that it wasn't available.

You threw it on the bed, opening it as you thought about packing. It would be two days and two nights, so you shouldn't bring many clothes, but if you went out and got dirty, you wouldn't be wearing the same clothes, or something would be wrong.

You were about to continue the spiral your mind was creating when Alexia re-entered the room, offering you a bowl of chopped fruit and yogurt. You thanked her as you turned around to Alexia's closet, looking for clothes to take out for her.

"Let me help you, love," she whispered behind you, her hands resting on your hips, leaving a light grip there, making you shudder.

"Help me with what?" you murmured as you rested your head on her shoulder, feeling her lips attack your neck and shoulder, which were left at her disposal. Her hands moved to your stomach, resting there.

"To pack… or maybe to relax before packing," you moaned as her teeth bit into your earlobe. You felt her smile against you, that smile she used when she knew she'd get her way.

Her arms pulled you against her, making you feel her semi-erect member against your ass. Unconsciously, you ground yourself against her, feeling your legs tremble.

Alexia turned you around in her arms, taking the half-eaten bowl you were still holding. "I'd rather have your hands empty, so you can occupy them with other things," she whispered with a lascivious smile, her eyes darkened by her dilated pupils. You moaned as you heard her words and saw her pleasure reflected on her face.

"Come here, beautiful." Alexia grabbed you by the hips and made you sit on her lap. "Can you tell me what you're going to pack to take?" You gripped his strong shoulders as you gasped at the pressure his member was placing against your clit.

"I… I'll take" A stifled moan escaped from deep within your chest as you felt Alexia's hands touch your breast over your bra, having already removed your shirt (which was actually an old T-shirt of Alexia's that no longer fit). "I don't know… I don't know what I should wear, Ale." Your nails dug into her shoulders, leaving a crescent shape, making her feel a little pain that mixed with the pleasure of the moment.

"How could you not know, baby?" Jer hands settled on your ass, helping you move your hips against her still-clothed member. You gasped as you felt the firmness of her erection against your pussy, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter, hoping for even a small release from that heat that was growing evermore.

"Shit… Underwear and t-shirts," you moaned as you felt her thrust her hips upward, the same motion she made when she buried herself between your warm walls. "Shorts too," you sighed as you felt the release of your breasts, watching as Alexia tugged your bra aside.

"And what else? Aren't you wearing a bikini to the beach?" She bit your neck and then your collarbone, beginning to leave teeth marks all over your body.

"God…" You threw your head back, as your hands went to the waistband of the pants you were wearing. "Please, Ale…" You saw her smile softly as she watched you turn into putty in her hands.

"Please, what, amor?"

"Fuck me… please, I need you."

She helped you get up from her lap and with a half turn, helped you lie down on the bed, resting your knees on the edge. Alexia took the opportunity and removed your pants, leaving kisses along your bare thighs, making you shiver and gasp on the bed.

"So, what else are you bringing?" You heard her voice again, deeper, and you felt her breath on your inner thighs, along with soft bites, but strong enough to leave marks.

"I could bring…" You raised your hands to her head, tugging at her hair, feeling her pull away and stare at you. "Sorry… I'll bring your favorite, the black one." Your abdomen tensed as you felt her hands on your lower abdomen.

Alexia didn't play with you much more, simply moving aside as she plunged her tongue into your pussy. You began to moan as you felt her wet, warm tongue on your pussy, feeling the vibrations of her gasps and moans directly on your clit.

You felt Alexia's mouth on all sides of your pussy, until you felt her fingers enter you. She was gentle, inserting one finger first, hoping you'd get used to the intrusion. "Are you okay, amor?" You heard her voice in the distance. You were lost in the sensations and pleasure she was giving you, so you could only nod, not quite knowing what she had asked you.

Alexia continued moving her finger for a few moments until she inserted two more, listening to you moan louder and more frequently. She was delighted to see your chest rise and fall erratically. She moved away from your body a little, still moving her fingers inside you. "You look so cute moaning for me." She licked your pussy lightly, watching you arch your back, close to your orgasm.

You brought your hands to your tits, squeezing them for more pleasure, squeezing and pulling at your nipples. "Oh… God, yes there." Your hips bucked, and your legs began to shake as you felt your orgasm hit your body. Alexia smiled instead, still moving her fingers to help you through your orgasm.

"Are you okay?" she said as she stood up from between your legs, trailing kisses down your thighs to your neck. When she reached your face, she placed kisses all over your face while her hand smoothed over your hair, which was now messy or stuck to your forehead from sweat, leaving small, tender kisses on your forehead and crown.

"Yeah… I still don't know if I should pack more than three outfits to go or if it's too many clothes," you pouted as you looked into her eyes and stroked her forearm, watching her smile tenderly.

"Even if you only have three items of clothing, I can buy you more to wear."

"Ale" you complained.

"You know it's true, but if you need help, I'll help you pack."

"How long until we leave?"

"30 minutes."

"WHAT?!" You quickly stood up as you looked through your suitcase and closet, deciding what to pack, until you felt her hug you from behind again and laugh softly.

"Go take a shower while I pack, amor. I'll take care of packing the black bikini." She winked at you as she gently pushed you toward the bathroom, giving you a light smack on the cheek.

"Thank you, my alpha. I love you." You saw her smile, and she leaned in to kiss you. "Me too, my omega." You smiled at her and walked to the shower, happy to have someone like Alexia as your girlfriend.

You thanked your friend every day for forcing you to go to that sports talk, which at first you had found stupid, but which led you to find the love of your life.

[ugokuna]

hot shit!suit edition: just unintentionally hot things they do when in a suit.

warnings: idk, maybe slightly suggestive? pretty tame, might do an nsfw edition.

a/n: aka me going off on a tangent on men who are in suits. like there's just something about them that gets me going.

the cuffs.

snapping his arm up to fix the cuffs of his sleeves, especially if he does it to check the time on his watch. he flicks his wrist so fast that you often miss it. or when he takes off the cuff pins in order to roll the sleeves up to his elbows when things start to get serious.

the tie.

there's something about how he goes to grab his tie and adjust it a bit, not necessarily loosening it or taking it off, just touching it or slightly moving it around. this is often paired up with his adam's apple bobbing up and down instinctively.

you often notice that he goes for his tie subconsciously when he's talking to you, in a staff meeting or working on his computer, pausing for a moment to readjust it before going back to the email he was typing up.

the suit harness.

he doesn't wear if often but if you or anyone else are in his vicinity at the right time, you'll be able to get a quick glimpse of the suit harness that wraps around his shoulder as he pulls and readjusts the lapels of the suit jacket in order for it to sit perfectly on his broad shoulders. the action is done so quickly that it's there and gone as it mmediately gets covered.

buttons.

it's a common occurrence for him to unbutton the first button of his shirt if he's going overtime. he'll unbutton the second if he's very stressed. his collarbone and what alludes to a well defined chest can only be seen if he loosens his shirt to the second button.

his suit straining.

the front of his pants is always straining when he puts his hands in the pockets, the fabric stretching to accommodate how big they are (especially when he clenches his hands into fists). if he's leaning against his desk, it's less prominent in that area, but his thighs make up for it.

it also often hugs his ass really well when he has to bend down to tie his shoes or is leaning down to get a better view of whatever his colleague is trying to show him on their computer.

when he has his elbows on the table, hands clasped together, the sleeves are a second skin to his bulging forearms. it does little to hide what his build looks like. this is especially true on days where he works upper body; the dress shirt is barely being held on. the shirt is being stretched out so much that there are gaps between the buttons and if you're lucky enough, you'll be able to get peaks of his skin from underneath.

the suit jacket.

when he's networking and talking to a group of young guys who are just starting out at his company, he stands there shoulder width apart, one hand in a pocket while the other is holding his suit jacket that he threw over his shoulder.

or when he is wearing the jacket, but its only on his shoulders and his arms are not in the sleeves. you often wonder how he manages to get it to stay but you're not questioning it when it looks so good on him like that.

his shoes.

at any social gatherings that you attend with him, your legs are neatly crossed at the ankle and you feel the cool leather point of perfectly shined derby shoe trail up the length of your shin. you already know its him sitting beside you without turning to look at him in your seat. it's nothing sexual, just him watching you socialize while he sips from his champagne glass with all the ease in the world.

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[diabolicalevil]

Sanguinius, Fulgrim and Magnus relationship headcanons

gn!reader

was originally an ask but I lost it anon im so sorry T^T. I might follow up w the primarchs some time. my knowledge of Magnus is very limited so bear with me. nsfw at the end

Warnings: NSFW at end, magnus has slight dubcon stalker headcanons

Sanguinius

Adores small things and quiet signs of devotion. Things he didn't really need to do but does without thinking because he loves you.

A romantic at heart. Leaves love letters for you, jewellery made with his feathers, so so many flowers. Sanguinius already had a garden, mainly to sit and seethe, but it's expanded rapidly to accommodate the sheer number of bouquets he gifts you. Each unique, each planned by him, and many with extremely rare flowers.

If you're against public gestures he'll refrain but really he wants his whole leigon involved with caring for you. Not just for protection and being delivery boys for his little gifts. You stand at his side as he rouses his troops, every Blood Angel is commanded to treat you as they would him, you are the other half to his soul and Emperor help whoever disrespects you.

In private he enjoys wrapping a wing around you. Does it publicly too, mainly if you're standing too far. But when you're alone he just wishes to cradle you. Sanguinius does appreciate that you care enough to worry you'll hurt his wings but he wants nothing more than for you to lean on them and fall asleep.

Doesn't wear his hair braided but he simply adores having you sit and braid it for him while he works.

You Are A Lap Cat Now, Enjoy! Your weight is basically nothing to him but it's enough that having you rested in his lap is very grounding. He'll lean down to kiss you, let his hair fall around you and cover your back with his wings as he cocoons you from all the horror the world has to offer.

Fulgrim

Fulgrim's lust for perfection could never stop at himself or his legion. Say what you will about dating him, you'll never ever look scuffy or slovenly again. not for lack of trying or wanting to, but because Fulgrim has banished anything that might make you appear anything less than ethereal to the shadow realm.

He loves openly and makes it difficult to ignore. While Sangunius is happy to tone it down Fulgrim would be hard pressed to go a day without picking you up and twirling you in the middle of the hallway.

Big fan of perfumes, he is. Perfumed letters, signature scents etc. Frequently gets you perfumes in a never ending quest to find the one that he thinks perfectly encapsulates your beauty and charm.

Never a dull moment really, before he is your lover he is your best friend and a gossip. Second to the Alpha Legion's information gathering is Fulgrim's nosey ass.

Magnus

His methods of affection are sometimes dubiously consensual. It's all very reliant on him allegedly knowing what's best for you.

With that being said, noticing that you're stressed and invading your mind to clear it is technically an affectionate gesture that at least comes from a place of love.

Enjoys a little bit of puzzles with his romance unfortunately. His library is a maze and he is endlessly happy that you are willing to take the risk of getting lost in it to come find him

and loves QUIZZES if u haven't read the books he's recommended he'll know. like psychically but also has a pop quiz prepared for every book in the universe it seems.

Carries you around like a doll. Mainly for convenience sake, he is gigantic, but it's almost another way of imparting knowledge on to you. Giving you, quite literally, a whole new perspective on the world.

Often watches you from afar, maybe in a creepy way and often without you knowing but he's just fascinated. For once to him it's far more interesting to observe real human behaviours than read about it in a book.

NSFW

Sanguinius

Sex crier. Sorry. Quietly and into the crook of your neck as he finishes but the pearl sized tears are unmistakable. Tells you he's just overwhelmed with joy as you wipe his tears. But mostly, it's mourning that he'll have to part with you afterwards.

A begger too. pathetic loser boy. Sanguinius lays between your legs, kissing up your thighs and begging to be allowed to go down on you.

And when he does? Could go for hours, only stops if you've had enough or are simply begging for him to be inside you.

Surprisingly into hair play. While holding his hair out of his face you accidentally yanked too hard and you could've sworn he almost finished then and there.

Fulgrim

Not a virgin, of course, but tries to keep it mostly on the down low. He doesn't want you to become uncomfortable with your experience gap. If you yourself are a virgin he makes little comment on it, and he'd certainly never mock it.

A highly responsible freak. Very receptive to any requests of kink or bondage but he always puts an emphasis on the safe of safe, sane and consensual.

Very upset that he heals too fast to openly wear bondage marks or hickeys, so he gives you extra. "You'll wear it for me, won't you?" He coos as he fastens you against the bed in purple rope. "You'll wear them beautifully in my place."

Despite all this he loves tender, sensual sex. Candles, rose petals, silk sheets, the works. Every now and then when you both need to decompress you'll tangle together in bed, with and worrying about nothing but each other.

He has the vibe of a scandalous victorian courtesan exchanging letters with her lover. Portraits he painted of himself amd in various states of undress and erotic letters he gifts when his schedule is unkind to him.

Magnus

Mindfuck sex. Feedback loops, showing you exactly what he sees and hears, interchanging your current memories with previous ones. He just likes the way you look when you're overstimulated and confused.

Far more into giving than receiving. Cradles you in his lap and pleasures you with his hands. Or he'll manually bounce you on his cock if you beg nicely.

Not a fan of undergarments or lingerie. Even if you're about to have an hour of foreplay, he needs to see you fully stripped down. Every part of you has already been memorised but that's not the point. You're no longer uncharted territory, you're truly his to view as he pleases and that is what he craves most.

thank youu for reading. honestly these r all characters I don't write for very often so it was a bit of fun to think about them. wherever u are anon I hope u enjoy this, sorry again LOL

[evilminji]

God it would be hilarious. The "!!!!" Leading to "!!?!??!????" Every time? Like? Wait... wait, no. Why is this not working? I am doing the Fighting™. This is the Fighting Stance. We... we Fight Now. Why are you still calm?

Stop being REASONABLE and OFFERING ME SNACKS!

We're supposed to fight! Everything is supposed to be AWFUL and-! Wait, actually? These snacks are surprisingly really good...

Like, "thanks! I made them myself. I also got some tea? So what brings you by?" And the next thing you know, you're sharing the whole frustrating affair of X attacking Y, so you gotta avenge Z, because you're allied with the daughter-in-law of B, who was attacked in retaliation by A and... AND-! It's been MONTHS!!! You just wanna GO HOME ALREADY!!! You done even KNOW half these people!

"That sounds really frustrating and hard." *emotional validation no jutsu/way of the Capybara*

And like? By the time the dude he was supposed to Climacticly Fight FINALLY is tracked down? ..... fuck off, actually. He has Therapy'd with the Capybara. This is stupid and he wants to go home. He misses his bed.

The OTHER half the time? It's personal. So it's like "you seem nice. Shame I have to Super Murder your Sectmate. But the guy is a dick, so he completely deserves." And she is like "well, actions have consequences, I'd prefer you not, but it is what it is. So how was the weather in X province?" Like? Capy-oc! Dude!!

We are SUPPOSED to present a UNITED FRONT!

"Not when you go around actively being a dick to people. If you invite problems, don't act surprised when they show up." *siiiiiiip* "Maybe stop doing that."

And like? So you're cool with me beating his ass like a drum? Just don't kill him? Sold! *cracks knuckles* Come 'ere punk. Time for some life lessons! (This is why they stopped putting you on Gate Duty Capy-oc. This is the OPPOSITE of what you are supposed to be doing. Stop letting Disciples get their asses handed to them!) (No. They need to stop picking fights. It's causing me stress. I don't LIKE stress.)

Chill doesn't mean Capy-oc doesn't have lines. A moral code.

The capacity to be a petty, petty BITCH sometimes.

She just.... generally doesn't want too. Everything is Starlight. Her soul feels like Hugs and flowing water made of sunshine. WHY would she be petty? Cranky? Irritable at all?? Everything is great!

But?

Like a sleeping giant, rumbling deep as mountains, a slowly cracking one eye open? Sometimes... she is NOT Chill. She does not LIKE the Not Chill. She spent YEARS of HELL in the Go Go GO Not Chill. So her ability to be VERY productive, VERY fast? Still there. She can hit like a bullet train. Pull all nighters and multi-task like a MONSTER.

She IS the army.

But! This is not The Way.

To reach Enlightenment. The Dao. She chooses the way of the Capybara. Like a leaf on the breeze. Resting on the surface of a pond. The peaceful capybara, chilling in a hotspring. Endless moments of stillness, gentle moments of peace. Quiet moments of contentment. We get there when we get there. Have a fruit. Drink some tea.

Breathe.

This is the Dao.

And like? The big thing? Isn't that it would be some golden super Cultivation? It would just sorta pour, slow and steady. Reliable. No leaps and plateaus. No shortcuts, but on the other hand? No need. It's so STABLE. So perfectly layered. Like building bedrock.

And you have all the time in the world.

Why are you rushing? Are you not immortal? Why is this a race? Is your Cultivation a competition against others? Or a journey to better the self?? How flawed, these foolish children are. Mortal, in their immortality. No wonder they struggle.

Not that Capy-oc is judging! But the universe might be. It seems REAL sick of this "I'm going to break the heavens and fight fate! Because I'm SPECIAL and no one ever though of this befoooore~☆!!!" Type asshole. Like? Yes, yes, you're daddy's specialist baby and no one ever told you no. Grow up.

Fate is not a text book dedicated to your simple mortal life and the Heaven run FAR more then the affairs of mortals! You're NOT THAT SPECIAL!!!

Protagonist must be the bane of their existence. Stg.

Actually? You know what we don't see enough?

People who get isekai'd, go "sure I'll Change The Plot" but then... just kinda get swept up in the local power system/a hyperfixation and forget. (Or like, lose the desire too)

Cause like... do any of YOU know what Cultivation feels like? Physically? Can any of US really tell how we'd react to sitting down, trying this whole "gotta stay under the radar, act like everyone else" thing... only... ONLY?? To have our SOUL go Brrrr~☆

Have all our insides get filled with sunlight. Our veins, sigh like they just stepped into a hot shower after weeks rolling in questionable mud. Feel... clean. Calm. Filled with light. Just a good ol... no thoughts, head empty, vibe session. With the UNIVERSE. Breathing it in... breathing it out... breathing it IN... breathing it-

Wait...

HOW MANY DAYS HAS IT BEEN?!

And like? The great irony? Being that they ARENT TRYING. There is no Challenging The Heavens or Ten Thousand Dragon Dist Of Doom Sword nonsense. No drama with face slapping or inner/inter Sect politics. Just? The slow but creeping realization that this is the calmest they have ever felt in their life.

No rent. No capitalistic hellscape. No riots or genocides she can't go stab, due to complexe economic and sociopolitical reasons, firstly being it wouldn't solve shit. It's? So calming? She can just sit under a waterfall. Or under a tree. In a garden! People leave her alone!

Ha...ha ha...aha Ha HA!

*vaguely deranged hysterical laughter* She FREE!!! AaaaaaAAAAAAA-!!!!!!!

Do they have to sedate her? Yeah. That was a pretty big Qi Deviation. She may have hulked out a bit. Bit people. But heart demons get to the best of us, man. She hasn't felt this chill in her LIFE.

Fffffuck the plot. *cheers her tea cup* you do you, boo! Go get um, honey! Aim for the eyes!! *siiiiip*

She? Would ironicly? Be the most advanced Cultivator in her generation? Solely by virtue of just really, REALLY enjoying Cultivating. By, ironically, not CARING and simply doing? By accepting who she is and as she is? Drifting gently upwards like a feather on a warm breeze? The universe would reward.

She would be grasping the meaning of the project, where others fail.

Not demanding power. Not striving to break the game. Not DEFYING Fate...

Just? Gently setting Fate aside. Setting everything aside. And sinking into starlight. Cause positive reinforcement go Brrr. Why all these arguments? This drama? Have a steamed bun. You should go meditate. *sedated grin with flower background*

Is she high? Fucking with people? No one knooooows.

But she's the Sect Leader's and various Shizun's FAVORITE. Like a human Capybara. Immaculate Vibes, OC. Keep up the good work! (She's so low maintenance! Never causes trouble with other Sects! No drinking, no whoring around in the mortal villages, and best of all? She'll help with paperwork then stay for tea! Listen to you ramble! It's like the daughter you never had.)

@legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @fangirlingpuggle @mayfay @hdgnj

[factual-fantasy]

28 Asks! Thank you! :)) 🪆

@thelatter0verview5

I got a few petty reasons, but a very justified reason is because he is extremely disrespectful and treats everyone around him like garbage. Goose herself said that Jax is a bad person and the Jax simps need to reel back on the excuses they make for his behavior.

"But he's just pushing people away to cope" "But he's just mean because he lost a friend." "But that's just his way of showing love"

Yeah those may explain his behavior but they do not justify it. No matter the reason, Jax is responsible for how he treats other people, and he treats them all like trash. Jax should be held accountable for that.

Now just because I hate him, doesn't mean I have to take Ribbit away in my AU. I hate Jax as a character, as he was designed to be up to this point. But I wouldn't wish the death of a friend on anyone. So honestly for my own sake, not having to write something so sad, I added Ribbit to my AU.

Honestly I like Ragatha a LOT more after episode 5. She's actually becoming one of my favorites.

For starters, I could so easily put myself in her shoes when she mentioned Ribbit. Jax has been a PHAT JERK for a VERY LONG TIME. He has been grinding her gears FOREVER. Because of this she lets a nasty comment slip. "Not anymore.." but after that she IMMEDIATELY back peddles, realizing that what she said was very out of line. I can see myself being bitter and sipping up just like she did.

Right after she frantically yet genuinely apologizes and then flees to give Jax space from her.

Later on, when Jax has been a jerk AGAIN and pushes her buttons with a stupid "what no apology for me?~~💅💅💅"? I would not have had the strength to be kind to Jax. I would have told him to screw off and turned away most likely. But Ragatha had a bigger heart than that.

Despite how rightfully TICKED OFF she is with Jax's horrible behavior, she swallows her pride and apologies again for bringing up Ribbit. And again, walks away to give each other space.

I think Ragatha was awesome and showed how big her heart is in this episode. When she has these outbursts due to stress or other she immediately takes accountability for what she said and genuinely apologizes. That is a millions times more than Jax can say.

@local-dairywizard

The Caine in my AU is very different from canon. So much so he's hardly Caine anymore, but I'm ok with that.

My Caine has 2 goals, of which he was not programmed to do, but has made for himself none the less. #2 is to keep the humans as mentally healthy and calm as he possibly can. And 1# being the most important, get the humans out of here ASAP and back into the real world.

So while Caine in canon was freaking out about the humans liking the suggestion box adventures more than his own, my Caine would be THRILLED! He's be so relieved that the humans have some time of peace where they're getting along and socializing. In fact he would probably toss in a few little distracting activities like more food options, some more pretty bugs and a few more pretty colors in the sky.. before leaving the humans there in peace while he works extra hard on finding an exit for a bit.

In my AU, Caine cannot control or alter the minds of the humans in any way. And he is very transparent and honestly about his inability to do so. Which ngl the circus members kind'a wish he could-

If Caine could alter the minds of the humans, he could shut down their panic attacks, remove their deep depressions or paranoid delusions, and even cure abstraction. But alas, he cannot..

(Referencing this post)

Thank you so much!! :DDDD💞💞💞

Honestly, the only ramen I really remember the taste of is chicken. And its been a VERY long time since I've had that.. so its hard to say what they'd like <XD

But Cici and Gerald aren't picky, they'd probably try any ramen! Maybe they'd even favor a spicy kind! :00

I think that would be pretty fitting! :0 I wouldn't be surprised to see a teddy bear character on one of the crossed out bedroom doors..

(Referencing this post)

XDD I'm glad you like it! :))

That's gotta be on the list of the most wholesome and warm compliments I have ever received.. thnk yu... 🥺💞

@neo-metalscottic (Referencing this post)

Thank you so much! :DD And don't worry about the Shockwave post, <XD in hindsight I should have just waited a day or two before answering.

As for the Dinobots, I don't think I can promise anything 😅 I mean, you said they were normal Cybertronians that were experimented on and mutated to look like dinosaurs, right? Well in my AU it obviously wouldn't make any sense for Shockwave to have modeled them after Earth creatures- if he even could make them perfect like that.

Instead, they just probably became these horrible masses of mutated metal and grime. Their legs and spines were elongated, forcing them to arch and crouch their legs. Kind'a looking like a dino but not really being one- Idk how I can make that NOT horrific 😓😓

And tbh, I'm back and forth on Shockwaves arm. If he was primarily a scientist, wouldn't be illogical to replace one of his arms with a blaster? It would make more sense to replace his arm with another working hand, and maybe give himself some kind of body mounted gun for protection. Like Megatrons arm blaster or Breakdowns shoulder cannon.

That's probably what I'll do. But his other arm could look different or odd. Maybe it was taken from someone else's body and so the paint and finger shapes are different. But ultimately its just a normal hand.

Also, Shockwave using Arachnids mind as a blueprint for the Insecticons is really clever! It would make a lot of sense that they would worship her. I'll have to think about that! :00

And lastly, thank you for the well wishes! My symptoms have been pretty bad today, so after these two posts are up my day will come to an end and I will go crash <XDD

I honestly didn't care for any of them, but I liked evil Orbsman. His voice made me laugh for some reason XD

SCREAMSSS THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! 😭😭🥰💞🥰💞💞💞

@palettepainter

Thank you so much!! :D Though unfortunately- since Ribbits ref was released, some changes are in the works-- <XD

I'm thinking Ribbit will actually be a 17 year old girl. I'm considering making her a mischievous "little" sister to Jax and they (lovingly) prank the crap out of each other all the time XDD

Anything beyond that, like if they knew each other before the circus or anything- has yet to be decided 😅

I got through all of Markipliers videos on it thus far, which as of typing this he has 8 parts up.

And yeah, at first I liked it. But by that first ending I completely rejected that entire game from the FNAF lore. It implies and changes WAY too much. Especially when it comes to Henry, William, the history of Fazbear entertainment, the springlock suits, the original 4 bots- its just a huge mess. As far as I'm concerned, for my AUs at the very least, that game is not canon. at all.

HOWEVER, I did take a liking to the animatronics/costumes. Much more than I thought I would. In fact I have some drawing plans for them! :DD

@briandraws (Referencing this post)

JSNDKJSN SORRY XDDD (I'm glad you liked it! :DD )

Also thanks again!! :DD But don't get too attached to it, after seeing Ribbits official ref sheet that seems to imply she's girl, I will be making some changes to her design.. whoops! 😅😅

@cherrycreamfairy

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD That's the part of the drawing I try my hardest to get right! 🥰🥰

I believe I've watched the.... 2....? movies about it. But it was a very long time ago so I don't really remember much 💔

@dragonsgirl572 (Referencing this post)

AWE!! Thank you so much!! :DD

And thank you for the well wishes. My symptoms have tough and our more recent cure attempt came back with no results. Hoping I get better soon too <:') 🙏

@beryl-shade

The design of the Tiger had me HOOKED! He looks so drawable! If its a movie and not a show I'll have to give it a watch!! :DD

@misscherrypie

I've seen it floating around and people saying its surprisingly good. I might have to look into it! :0

@minnesotamedic186

Honestly this season has been very gloomy, and it hit too close to home one too many times. I'm anxious for it to be over.💔🕊️

You can look at my tier list here :0 my rankings haven't really changed after episode 5. Other than moving Ragatha and Pomni up a tier and moving Caine and Bubble down a tier. Also adding Evil Orbsman to s-Tier XDD His voice was really funny. "whAt tHe f R I c K???"

@pewpewae

SCREEAMING AND CRYING WAAAAJHG THS IS SO SWEET THANK YOUU!!! PUTTING THIS ASK IN THE TINY SHIRT POCKET IN MY HEART😭😭😭💞💞💞💞

@candyglumboy (Referencing this post)

I can imagine they love pranking and screwing each other over in adventures. Its all light hearted and nothing too painful though dw- XD

(Referencing this post)

XDD Indeed!!

Awe, thank you! I can confidently say I don't do that because I've actually tried it before with Bowser <XD

I don't hate Bowser- but after the Mario movie made an absolute fool of him, I wanted to make him a vicious, irredeemable villain in my AU. Just an absolute monster, I WANTED people to fear and hate him. But in the end he felt bland.. it almost felt like I made a fool of him too but just on the opposite end of the spectrum.

I have since then learned my lesson and now try to take characters I don't like and give them some grace. I hope I was able to do that with TADC and TFP! <XDD

@virtualworldfp5

Very cool! :D

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[electrodasher]

What did the mysterious caller tell Kris in the kitchen?

ID: Screenshot from Deltarune. Kris is alone in Noelle's kitchen drinking chocolate milk while a voice coming from their cellphone says: "...dark... fountain... next...". End ID.

Maybe everyone's seamlessly mixing memes with serious theories, but no, the mysterious caller does not literally say "police sacrifice next week". Most of the ellipses in their dialogue mark inaudible and/or unintelligible words, not pauses, and we know this is the case because at the end of the chapter we see them speak a full, clear, hesitant sentence: "...Kris... / ...don't forget, Kris... / ...you promised." Compare with the fragments we get in Noelle's house:

…dark… fountain… next…

...Susie... must not get... guitar...

...need... soul...

Without… soul… Kris… will…

...Susie... guitar... code... stop...

…police… sacrifice… next week…

… church... tonight…

…Kris… dark world… no soul… can't…

…Susie… guitar…?

…I'll be… right there…

By paying attention to word order, capitalization, and the placement of the ellipses, we can piece together at least some of the conversation. Go ahead an reblog with your best guesses. I'll go first, assuming the caller is the Knight and the Knight is at least partially Dess:

Kris, we'll meet in the dark world again. I'll make a fountain in the church next.

Listen: Susie... must not get her hands on my guitar…

And you need to keep that soul inside you a little longer.

Without the soul… Kris, how will you seal the fountains?

I'm telling you, Susie must not get the guitar or she'll see the code inside. You have to stop her before that happens.

The police chief was a necessary sacrifice. I only have to keep her in the shelter until next week…

Got that? See you at church… tonight...

…Kris, if you go into the dark world with no soul… you know you can't seal the fountain.

What? Susie got the guitar…?

Damn it. I'll be hurrying things along, then. Mom'll be right there…

Notes and reasoning under the cut.

The Knight explains their plan.

Maybe Kris explains that they're at the Holiday's with Susie. The Knight remembers the guitar and warns Kris. Kris explains how they had to take us out to keep us from reading the code, or maybe just complains about us in general.

In response, the Knight reminds Kris why they have to keep putting up with us.

Kris can survive without injury a whole night without the player soul, so no, I don't think the caller is saying they'll die, unless they specified a whole day or week or even longer. So what else could it be? Any Lightner can open fountains; Monsters like Susie and Darkners like Ralsei can ACT, make independent choices, and use magic. But sealing the fountains has been repeatedly mentioned as an ability exclusive to Kris, and they do so by using their red human soul. I guess they could be talking about saving files or commanding battles instead, but fountains specifically were mentioned 3 lines ago.

The Knight harps on about the guitar; if this is Dess, she could be extra-stressed by a stranger grabbing her sentimental belongings. Kris has nothing new to say, so maybe they bring up Undyne instead. They might not be personally super worried about her, but they could totally worried about people asking questions and linking Kris & co. to her disappearance.

This is where the heaviest speculation lies. First of all, I'm confident that "police" here refers to Undyne and not Asgore like some people think. Dess or Rudy would call him "your dad"; Carol and most other adults would call him "Asgore" or "your father"; and others are unlikely to call him by his ex-title. Second, I'm skeptical that "sacrifice" refers to something being done to her "next week". If Kris knew of such a sacrifice, I'm very skeptical that they would help kill or maim even a stranger - they can barely handle killing virtual avatars of their friends. The Caller might be springing the sacrifice" on them in the spot, but if that's the case, why would they do that instead of withholding it from Kris as long as possible to keep them cooperative?

Sounds like the Knight tries to conclude the call.

"No soul" here could only refer to either Kris or the Knight, since everyone else seems to have normal monster souls that can't persist outside of a body. If it's Kris, this would mean that they A) have no soul outside the player/SOUL, or B) the player displaced their original soul. If it's A), that could be explained by them being the Vessel. If it's B), that soul must've gone somewhere; for example, if Dess absorbed it, then the Knight might be the resulting "horrible beast with unfathomable power". OK that's long as fuck but IDK how to put it in simpler terms so I commend you if you understand what I'm saying.

1-8 are from the first call in the kitchen. 9 & 10 are from the second call in Dess's room after Susie gets the guitar.

This is my best attempt at splitting "I'll be" and "right there" into separate sentences. Not exactly the most natural turn of phrase ever, but Deltarune dialogue is not always 100% naturalistic, especially when it comes to exposition.

[letterlifter]

A Long Diary Entry About Me and Recent Events

I wasn't planning on posting, but now that things have settled a bit, maybe i've changed my mind .... i dont know ... i am a very quiet person online. but it turns out i have a lot to say right now. So maybe it's good to put out a little blog every once in a while. maybe this will prove to be unwise ...

Intro

this will be fairly personal and not professional and not well written, so please do not over analyze it or think too hard. i only have good intentions, i promise. im also not a very organized thinker so this might be a mess. being perceived anywhere makes me profoundly nervous, so if you misbehave, i will continue to cease existing publicly online, and i shan't perform for you again... *disappears in a mist*

ahem...herm...

*comes back on stage, taps mic... clears throat... straightens papers...wipes away my blackened, exploded hair...*

this will be a little look into my world, and very honest... maybe a lot of what i have posted previously during my time at clash was overly sanitized cause i felt like i couldnt say anything publicly without repercussions.

hi, i hope you are all doing well... im mail but i geuss you knew that already. i haven't been on the clash team since functionally early last year due to various medical problems. i prefer to keep all of these things to myself, but, i feel that it's relevant to mention.

i have disappeared everywhere because of all of the "stuff" going on with me. this may be the first time some of my friends have seen signs of life from me in months, and i am so sorry about that. i care about you and think about you often. social media is still difficult for me to use right now, but i am trying to get better with it, and this is a step in that direction, maybe…?

there's other factors to me leaving clash of course (some of which have been mentioned by former staff recently). It’s freeing to speak so openly about corporate clash, especially its internal workings, because I felt like i couldn't say much here while actively being on the clash crew. it's why "nothing i say is canon" is plastered weirdly everywhere. it was probably, mostly, just my own nerves getting in the way though

ok well i'm taking it back everything i say is THE COMPLETE TRUTH!!!!!!! (i am joking) what i will say is true is that whatever you headcanon about any character i designed gets my HONEST AND TRUE stamp of mailman's approval. i am reclaiming them (Jokingly) (Lovingly) so that you can have them instead (Telling the truth) i also have not played toontown in like two years. If someone says you're a liar you can screenshot this and said "Mailman said so" and I won't  care It's not like i'll be there. also i genuinely believe some of you are more qualified than me or anyone to speak on these beloved and often lgbt characters. Please consider yourself to be the only correct source of clash information from now on. i have no real authority here, but neither do they ... 'cause like what're they gonna do ....

Anyways Whew! Glad that's over! No offense i am just joking around...i went through a lot but overall, Clash changed my life for the better. in some ways i am a bit sad that this chapter of my life has ended. but i will always love toontown and gay furries forever and ever. i am so, so happy that people like what I have contributed so much to.

oh and of course, i agree with the statements from former staff. like 90% of them are my friends after all so maybe i am a little biased here... i prefer to keep personal matters to myself but i experienced a lot of trauma there. im sure it was accidental on the part of others and i would never blame just one person for it. theres something that is just foundationally not working with their structure and it is hurting people, and I hope they're able to mend whatever that is. i am sure you leaderships are reading this, so, hello, i hope you are doing okay. im sorry about how stressful this all must be and i hope things improve. its true that most of us 1.3 developers left, but for those of you who knew me on the team, hiii i hope you are well

but ummm hmm how do i say this.

*Gets a puppet out to speak for me so i can remain blameless for whatever information i say because it may or may not be true*

and i am just a little puppet after all, using comedy to deflect any accusations of personal wrongdoing.... But this is my theory.

Because it is not a professional project, corporate clash will always be ran by volunteers who have never worked on a project on this scale. I think this results in accidental mismanagement. It’s really difficult to run a volunteer video game like this when it isn't structured like a close-knit friend group. In fact, “volunteer video games” do not really exist in any other context, so there’s nothing to reference. The more people there are, the more they may get neglected. so, i am sympathetic about how difficult it is to keep this game continuing and to be a lead for it. Especially on volunteer time.

Who said that. Throw that freak in the trash.

BOOM...

...

...

*Mailman returns and is picking off pieces of garbage*

well anyways. you have to imagine this has been a really strange, difficult, weird, upsetting, past couple of weeks for me. Especially me, who really doesn't like being perceived at all, being perceived... the horrors... i am still trying to return to normal, but it feels like something has changed in a cosmic sort of way, and i cant stop feeling it.

Clarification

ive been thinking about whether or not to include this next section, but i have decided to do so as briefly as possible, because i feel like it is important for me to clarify it. this piece of context feels important to me. please be responsible with it, and please don't use it to hurt others.

as you are all probably aware, stuck the duck did a stream recently covering the statements made by former staff. of course i agree with former staff, as I am former staff myself and i share some of their experiences, and many of them are friends of mine. i think stuck is really cool and he is a very kind person.

at the end of his stream, a statement was made regarding a situation where i was allegedly receiving poor treatment from cranky during a severe bout of illness.

i was not involved in making that statement, it was based on someone else's perspective on how i was treated at the time because i do not remember the situation for myself. i was so sick that i do not really remember what happened in detail.

all i remember is really wanting to complete the illustration because it was important to me, i wanted the community to have it with its corresponding update. i feel like cranky's statement regarding it is probably more accurate to my memory but i didnt read it in detail because these past few weeks have been a little nerve-wracking. i have been told by others that the situation appeared worse than what I remember, but again I cannot verify any of this.

but with how hard i worked on that illustration through illness, i do think it was disappointing and a little hurtful to forget about it until one of my friends reminded them it existed. but i understand things slip through and i have also made mistakes. i truly don't hold grudges because i lack the emotion of anger. I just get really scared.... . i am not completely happy with how the picture came out anyways, but thats probably because i was so sick when making it ….

i cant say whether or not it's true, or if cranky's participation was somewhat exaggerated. i think as community lead (?) he was in control of its distribution though. the only part i can verify is that they didnt use it for a long time despite my working very hard on it. but things happen in development all the time, and i am not really interested or comfortable in being centered in this situation.. i actually do not really want to receive any attention at all but i would feel bad ignoring this statement.

but please also understand this. cranky may have made mistakes in leadership, and he may have hurt people, including my friends, but based on what i know, which of course is not everything, i really don't believe he's an evil person, and i would ask that you please do not publicly attack people you do not know. i believe that everyone working on clash has its best interests in mind, even if i don't agree with all of their approaches. they are there, working for free, because they care about it.

there is a difference between attacking someone and sharing information with others. this is just my perspective, but as ex-staff, we are allowed to speak on this because we knew them, and these are our experiences, i hope you understand where i'm coming from here. a game of telephone starts happening and dishonest things are said by mistake. it may be best to just link to an individual's statements. Please treat all clash staff fairly.

with all of this unfortunate stuff going on, i saw someone i do not know claim that some clash staff would make fun of me behind my back, which is sad if true. but i dont know if its true or not so i wouldn’t hold it against them. at this point i have grieved about clash over and over again so there’s not much grief left to have. I only mention it because i hope its not true, and i have no way of knowing, because for the most part, i like everyone at clash, and i just want whoever allegedly said those things about me to know that.

i am not perfect either though. i try to do right by everyone nowadays because it's all i can do. so of course i would forgive them immediately.

thats all i have to say on the clash situation. thank you for listening to us. many of us thought these stories would never be heard. so i appreciate you listening if nothing else.

Me and What I am doing Now

i always felt like i would have a lot to talk about once leaving clash, but i actually dont. i dont have anything to say that i, or others, havent already said. once again i agree with the majority of ex-staff / my friends, but im talking about even casual stuff about development or whatever. i dont think its all that interesting to people that weren't there, and i'm not interested enough in clash anymore to make posts about it publicly.

i would post my personal work to other accounts, that could be cool, but i don't have much to say, and Im not able to make as much stuff as I used to. … i also do not get anything out of seeing a big number (Likes Or Reposts) on my drawings. so id be posting maybe once every four months ... or once a year … i have really bad time blindness which doesn't go well with social media. maybe i'll get back into it anyways some day. it's theoretically possible that a few people would like to see my drawings, but yet i post nothing ever, and thats a little sad.

if i do make a brand new account, i will probably be stealing this url. Sorry for any potential confusion in the future.

most of the time i am just doing my own thing working on my original, personal projects. i really love my characters and i do a lot of stuff with them. i make comics, stories, drawings, 3d models. You know how it is ... im working on a 3d model right now that i will probably go work on after i post this. i plan on integrating the 3d model into a little website that tells you all about the character and i think that will be really fun. I love making interactive stuff with my characters. youll be able to rotate it all around and stuff. i definitely wont be able to do that for all of them though ...  i'm probably not capable of making as much stuff as i used to in general, but i am at peace with that.

i also plan on making this  next 3d model into a VRchat avatar (like i usually do) but this time hopefully itll be my "main" model so i can feel less embarrassed logging in to hang out with friends. maybe You and Me can play vrchat some day. i am really shy online though so we’ll see. anyways its going to be  a really cute dragon thing and i'm going to make it wear my clothes. i like to collect vintage clothing from thrift stores and i have an outfit in mind. He's actually just one of my regular characters that i turned into a cute dragon, but i'm forcing him to represent me for now.

umm what else has been going on with me ... i played a lot of "fantasy life i" recently. and deltarune. i watched a lot of deltarune theory videos on youtube. i watched a whole documentary the other day and i have memory problems so i only realized at the end that i had already seen it before. I recently customized my web browser and im using “zen” now its kind of cool. Just now, I wrote a lot about these two metallica concerts i went to a few months ago (after much preparation) but I decided to delete all the stories from it in favor of just mentioning that i went.

anyways. it probably goes without saying, but i am not a social media person, and i cannot make as much stuff anymore, so all the stuff i make now is either for myself or is for one of the various projects im working on.

i will now talk about one of the various projects im working on. this one isn't a personal project though because im making it with my friends, many of whom made up some very large slices in that 1.3 pie chart:

FriendOS

So. Of course i am still a game developer. i really love working on games, and i dont think that will ever leave me. 3d modelling and animation, making assets, and character design are among the many things i do and want to continue doing. i suppose you could just consider me the "lead 3d artist" for this project.

my main project is now "FriendOS", a really advanced furry character creator with 3d platforming and bullethell battles.

I mean, a 3d platformer with bullethell battles and a really advanced furry character creator.

our game has a lot of cool stuff in it. For instance, we put a lot of work into the really advanced furry character creator, ensuring that you can mix 'n' match whatever pieces you'd like. And this time it's fun

I will give you a rundown as quickly as possible before you lose interest.

in friendOS, you play as a "Friend". Friends are a species of "digital avatar" that navigate a world made to represent an operating system.

Friends are wild, technically indestructible, and poorly mannered creatures. We are still researching their natural behaviors, but we do know that a friend has never been reported dead for long. They cause problems, yet they are the problem solvers, tasked with exploring the deepest parts of a computer to cleanse it of its rotten, virus-infected core.

Within FriendOS, the computer is accessed via "Bliss", an interactive 3d interface known for its heavenly lands full of rainbows, flowers, and files. It is a safe pasture for which the friends shall graze. The residents of this utopian town are very curious themselves. I heard one of them claims to have been a racecar driver, but I think he's lying.

Astron is our beloved god dog. He takes out the trash and tells the truth

Who is this  and why is he doing that

This world is very real to the residents of "Bliss". There's a lot of unique struggles that come with knowing you are living inside of a computer and being okay with that.

So, you are running around inside of an old computer. It's a land full of mysteries, collectables, gay people, very customizable little friends, and minigames. Minigames including fishing.

Yes Everyone in this game is gay and no one is going to get mad at me for saying that. In what way they are gay is for you to discover or decide for yourself.

I would go into more detail, but we still have a lot to work on, so it will probably change a lot. However I encourage you all to roleplay in a lobby some day. It's really fun

if you're actually reading this entire thing and send me a suggestion with some type of item you think friends would look beautiful wearing, i can't say it won't influence me. which, thanks for reading all of this by the way, it's very nice of you. the way i have designed this 3d artstyle is so that assets can be created as efficiently as possible, considering our team is very, very small. its all round and flat so they can be made quickly.

it's so nice to work on a team where we really get each other. now that i think about it, we've been making games together for like four years. we are all very confident developers which makes us very efficient at making things. everything we do is highly collaborative and we're always listening to each other.

i have been working on friendOS for like 8-10 months and we haven't fought over anything this entire time. its so beautiful. im sure that we will continue to only ever agree with each other, our team will remain motivated, and nothing bad will ever happen.

If you are interested in following the development of friendOS, I encourage you to join the official friendOS discord server. We have a long ways to go, but it’s read only, so you can comfortably ignore it at the bottom of your server list for as long as you want!

Closing

there is a good chance i will not be very involved in toontown after all of this. Clash was a little traumatizing for me and my friends. at various points in the timeline, things happened that i cannot talk about. i was treated poorly, my friends were treated poorly, and i'm sure no one did it on purpose, but it still happened. things happened that made me cry on behalf of others, which i haven't told many people.

but you know... there isn't much more that i want to make for toontown anyways. i feel like 1.3 was already my "dream update." i'm uninterested in working on any toontown private server in the future because i already know exactly what i would be doing, and i have done enough of it. I appreciate the freedom i have in creating whatever i'd like. for both myself and friendOS, i can make whatever designs and items and characters i want, and that's really cool.

clash has taught me so much, and it has even made me grow better as a person, but i feel like i need to move on as an artist. i'm thankful for what i have learned there and I apply it every day.

i hope that doesn't make anyone sad, because it doesn't really make me sad. I think it’s an exciting thing. i will probably always be around in some way, and clash will continue on in whatever way it chooses for itself.

I have been into toontown since around 2007. as of 2025, i think thats like 18 years of my life. Jeez ... so i have watched this game go through "cycles" a few times now. the first time was when TTO closed. then TTR opened in like 2014. then everyone felt like it was dead again, and clash opened in like 2017, then they released 1.1, and 1.2, and somewhere in there, TTR released field offices. and now we're working on friendOS, which is not toontown, but saying we are taking zero influences from our previous work would be an obvious lie. ....honestly in some ways, it is too similar for comfort....

and now, with all this stuff going on, and all these things being said, people seem to be low in spirits again. so i will give you some words of encouragement as a guy who has played this game for far too long:

you have a lot to look forward to. i mean, you certainly have more to look forward to regarding this game than i did in 2015. clash has gotten through many "difficult" circumstances and it will probably have more. there were points during 1.3 where i didn't know if it would even come out. but they are still here working on stuff. and of course, there are other private servers too. i am sure EVH will put out something really cool. some of my friends worked on "grindworks" but i have not played it for myself. TTR is still working on their next thing i'm sure. the game will probably always exist in some way. toontown has a much bigger fanbase than many of the things i'm into, which is really kind of crazy!

yes, as that one blogpost article pointed out, many of us 1.3 devs are gone. clash still has a team full of new, passionate people working on future content and im sure they will continue to create cool stuff. i hope you will support whatever they put out just as passionately.

in all truth, i care about you all much more than clash. mostly the gay players, and the furries, and all the artists, and the few of you who draw sexy duck shuffler on twitter. but of course, i am biased towards my own kind. i too am just some gay artist on the internet. you are the people important here, who are keeping the game alive. so remember that your passion is what fuels your game (all of toontown) to continue. i have never, not for a moment, taken any of you for granted. i am just some guy so anyone interacting with stuff i work on is amazing to me. i hope im able to buy a keychain from you some day. i don't even know if its possible for me to see all the fanart of the characters i designed but i still love and appreciate it all. ive seen quite a bit though. including some i saw on accident that i dont think you wanted me to see. Sorry

and the creative team. i am by no means perfect and i make my share of mistakes as we all do, but i always did as much as i could. you guys are the best and your contributions matter. every asset you create will forever be a gift to clash from you.

There are many people i could list out individually to thank, but i wouldn’t want to miss anyone. Because of my spontaneous health problems, I never got to give a formal goodbye to the clash crew so i couldn’t say thanks to anyone myself. I suppose none of them really know how i feel about any of this in general…. So if you worked with me on clash, i think very highly of you to this day.

for now i will leave you with this.

i love you very much.

thank you for playing our game.

thank you so much for loving the characters i put so much of myself into. it has not gone unnoticed from me.

please continue to be kind to the volunteers who work on clash.

please thank the moderators who moderate corporate clash. They see *everything*.

please be kind to yourself, be respectful to each other, and forgive yourself, and just for me, remember the poor Parrots who are going extinct due to the destruction of their habitats and homes (They are my favorite animal) and adopt don't shop. thank you.

[souls-sideblogs]

had an idea for a game that combines the themes of undertale/deltarune and In Stars And Time. and possibly others. now going insane about it.

So. imagine a small undertale-like game. You go to a magic place, have a journey with your friends, save the world.

here's twist number one. The playable character- i call her Sorei- is VERY aware that you are controlling them- like Kris from Deltarune.

Here is where the Undertale aspect comes in- just like in Undertale, there are routes. Pacifist and Genocide, mainly. If you go on the Pacifist route, Sorei doesn't really mind you. Only when you keep being nice where she genuinely wants to deck somebody in the face does she have a problem with you- but she doesn't hate you that much.

If your first route is Genocide, however.. She HATES your ass. And horrified from being forced to kill people. So much so, that in an act of hatred, she attacks You.

It crashes the game.

When you load it up, your run is of course reset. But there's one thing.

Sorei is aware of the crash. Nobody else except you and her are. She can crash the game if she doesn't like what choices you make.

So, you go through with the journey either a willing or unwilling pacifist, because Sorei literally forces your game to crash if you try to do Genocide.

And of course, like any good undertale-like, the game resets.

Now comes in the In Stars And Time aspect.

Sorei is aware of the reset. Nobody except you and her is. You play through the game again, every single piece of character dialogue the same, except for Sorei and the reactions to her dialogue. She still doesn't let you do Genocide.

After about 10 or so runs and a gradual descent into insanity, Sorei fucking snaps, tired of going through the same journey again and again and again, looking at her friends which never remember. Her sprite(which is usually turned at a 3/4 angle) turns to look STRAIGHT AT YOU, and

she asks that the next run would be Genocide.

what follows is Sorei starts caring less for her friends, and more for YOU.

what follows is each run Sorei is different. each run is different. You slowly start to diverge from the usual paths, courtesy of Sorei allowing you, and exploring.

What follows is each run, you and Sorei grow closer.

What follows is the game becomes more "sandbox" than "RPG".

What follows is an attachment so inherently toxic it hurts both parties. Sorei attached to you because you're the only one who remembers. You maybe getting attached because your curiosity to 100% the game dragged you way too deep.

What follows is identity issues, carelessness, nihilistic behavior.

There is no real "end" to the game. I imagine if I was developing this game, I would just be adding new content each patch. endless possibilities. Anything can happen if you're bored enough.

(also, I imagine a little scene that happens mid-game. in the middle of the journey, there is a soundproof room- marked as stress relief. Sorei takes this to her advantage, talking with you in that room. making quizzes for you AKA classic multiple-choice questions so you can communicate. Just chatting to you enough resets in. LOVE this moment!!)

WOULD THAT BE FUCKED UP OR WHAT.

kinda thinking of just calling the concept of the game "Endless possibilities"

Here's Sorei's design!

I literally have NO coding skills. and I mean ZERO, so this will stay in my dreams unless some guy just strolls up to me like "hey I'm a game dev I like your idea how about we do it" and lets me win at life. I think I can do sprites well enough?

[eveack1]

Not sure how many theories are out there-

or if this has been mentioned before...but what if the digital circus isn't a game these people are stuck in, but an uncouth, bizarre psychiatric experiment designed to see how far the mind could be pushed before it breaks?

Okay, hear me out.

It reminds me a lot of Ghostbusters 2 when Egon has two rooms designed to see how emotional energy of people can affect the atmosphere within.

Two adults are being purposefully triggered with a long wait time to be seen by a doctor, while in the second room, a little girl is offered a puppy.

None of the subjects are aware that they are the center focus of an emotional experiment, and Egon is simply grabbing data for his study at the cost of their emotional fluctuations.

The thing about this group of individuals is that we know next to nothing about them personally aside from the very tiny bit they just revealed in episode 5 during the bar scene.

But we know a lot about their personality types. Their coping mechanisms. Their observations and their opinions of each other. We know some of their fears. We know some of their doubts. And we know that others have attempted this game and failed.

We know that they do in fact remember their pasts (not their names), but hadn't revealed anything to each other until now. That's something that requires trust, and in this high stress environment, the less revealed, the better.

We have no idea how each of the players ended up in this game. It's mere speculation that C&A is a business or an abandoned building...but what if it was a doctor's office...or a ward?

Caine monitors them all with his "all seeing eyes" and then there's that spying mannequin who's been following them around throughout the episodes in the background.

Is that mannequin the same as this one?

Interesting name for an interesting game, I must say.

The Amazing Digital Circus could turn out to be so much darker if this is the case. All fun and dandy until we realize it's a group of people in near comatose states at the heart of some twisted medical experiment. Unable to leave, even in the real world.

...I'd love some crazy reveal like that.

It would explain how some could be there for years and not just die from malnutrition in the real world. They're being maintained. For science.

That would be sick.

[alexanderlightweight]

Omg been not as much on tumblr and so excited to see you back on writing Wednesday! Would love any pray to the hunters. Maybe how the clave-Alec interactions go in that world? Nswf/swf

thank you! here is some of that and it does have some clave interactions and here is the last bit. i have had a few very stressful days and wasn't able to write and so when i tell you, having the spoons to write tonight was a fucking relief. as usual with this verse, corpse desecration, cannibalism mentioned, sex mentioned etc 3DNE.

on that cheerful note, i hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

pray to the hunters

Alec isn’t summoned to Idris by the Clave, but that doesn’t stop him from summoning himself.

He steps through the portal to Alicante and the guards have no recourse but to bow and let him through, not when Alec is barefoot and barechested and unarmed.  The only thing he’s wearing are thin linen pants, his runes and the blood of enemies.

If he looks understated, then all the better. It will be a pleasure to teach those who assume that by showing up unarmed, Alec is without weapons.  Alicante is a rich and fertile land.  It is also the nephilim homeland and is the cradle of their life and death.

Alec is related to every single being who now lays beneath the earth — though their spirits have be reclaimed by their sire — by blood of Raziel.  They care not for politics or lineage.  They care for the sacred duty that Alec carries through his oath to the dead and well, Alec is a bit spiteful.

It’s always something of a tease for him, to pretend an ancestor is so disappointed in their descendant they released their own bones to serve Alec’c cause against their own bloodline.

But that’s the thing no one besides Alec and the rare practitioner over the last centuries have understood.

To be nephilim is to be a part of them all. While Lightwood and Trueblood ancestors offer some of the strongest weapons he wields, they are not the only bones he bears.

You do not have your body remade by the blood and claiming of an angel and remain the same.  The mundane blood that ties the individual lines is both limited and unique, but the shadowhunter blood is all the same. They are all related, all coiled amongst each other in Raziel’s bosom both before and after he collects them.

The blood that pulses in Alec’s veins — Raziel’s blood — pulses through every nephilim.

So when Alec walks among Alicante, he is never undefended and though he is unarmed, a weapon is never far from his grasp.

—

“Must you only arrive unannounced and uninvited?”

Maryse reaches out and nearly brushes a curl out of the way, but stops for fear of smudging the still dying, tacky blood on her son’s brow.  It’s with a sigh that she redirects and tucks a lock of dark hair behind his ear instead, her touch lingering in a gentle caress before the cold becomes too much even for her.

All nephilim run cool.

Alec however is frigid.

His aura carries a glacial mist and the look in his eyes is never hot, unstable rage.  It’s cold, calculating and the kind of frost that freezes you in it’s embrace before you even realize there was ever a danger.

Alec’s interest in that warlock could not have come at a more perfect time.

The Clave — while not thrilled at who he’s picked — is just relieved it’s not one of their own. They’re also relieved that at the very least, Alec didn’t go for Valentine’s daughter.  Apparently, there had been some assumption that Alec would be drawn to bloodlust along with the assumption that Valentine and Jocelyn’s daughter was competent enough to interest him.

Fortunately for them all, Alec both has better taste than a Morgenstern and Clarissa has not yet come into her bloodline. Instead still having the bearing a nephilim toddler without any discipline.  The Clave will be meeting her for evaluation in a few days and after they’re done, Maryse imagines that they’re going to be very grateful and confused as to how she’s still alive.  The answer, which Maryse will provide only because she owes it to her son, is Magnus Bane.  Who seems to be centering Maryse’s most untamed child in a way no one has ever managed.

Especially not her.

—

Magnus isn’t expecting him.

Oh he’s always thrilled to see his boy, but Alexander normally shows up for a reason.

Looking tired and completely done with life and covered in strange runes drawn with blood rather than a stele, only wearing pants and his feet bare of anything but dirt is not a reason.

Alexander comes when Magnus calls or when he wants to tempt Magnus with a hunt or with death.

He doesn’t show up, looking vulnerable and delicious and Magnus ignores his thoughts —because they will hardly serve him — to instead boldly step forward. He pulls Alexander into a gentle but firm kiss, hands claiming as much of Alexander's bare skin as he can between them both.

Alexander is sensitive to energy and setting the mood into something softer and calmer than their normal hunger is better. Let it be a steady flame rather than a raging fire that warms his boy.  Let Magnus melt his sharp edges rather than shatter him with force.

Magnus licks Alexander’s cheek after, tongue sliding through the dried blood of a rune and the magic of nephilim blood lingers on his tongue. 

But not Alexander’s blood.

“You went hunting again.” Magnus chides, because Alexander is selfish to keep himself and his hunt from Magnus. Especially when he loves the sight of Alexander covered in blood and offering death and decadency to Magnus.

“The Clave needed to meet with me.”

“They can demand you so quickly?”

Alexander laughs, the echo of his laugh the whisper of a wail.

“I said they needed to speak with me, not that they wanted to. I went to them. They did not call me.”

Now that’s a level of power that Magnus was unaware existed, or that Alexander had.

Perhaps that’s the point though.

Alexander has a power that even the Clave recognizes.

“They know about you. Mother is smoothing it over.”

Magnus knew Alexander had no intention of hiding. However Magnus also never expected that a relationship that so far has no labels, be announced so officially.

He’s never felt more gleeful satisfaction, yet even as he exudes smugness and scratches his nails down Alexander’s back, the restless part of his brain where his thoughts coil like ever-heated lava stirs.

There’s a danger here.

Alexander is more dangerous to the Clave than Magnus had been able to comprehend.

A shadowhunter — no matter than they are the head of an Institute — does not simply go to Idris and walk into a meeting of the Clave and be allowed without reprimand.

Alexander does not act like someone allowed to do anything. He acts like he demanded, like he never expected to be allowed anything less.

“Just what are you, darling?”

Alexander’s smile is a vicious, cunning curve of his lips. It's a wordless answer and Magnus memorizes it with greed, because that’s his.

Alexander is his.

His joys, his triumphs, his hunts and his powers and the Clave, one day when they realize it They won’t be as willing as they are now, to let Magnus keep him.

Magnus will need to consolidate his own power, to ensure no one tries to take back the treasure that’s surrendered itself to him.

Alexander nuzzles his jaw with a sigh that gusts cold air down Magnus’ throat.

“Can I stay here, till I'm needed at the Institute tomorrow?”

Magnus’ fingers tighten and he steps back, automatically pulling Alexander with him until they’re through his balcony doors.  The doors slam shut behind them and Alexander stays relaxed in his arms even as the bolt slides shut with an ominous click and the wards visibly go up.

“I don’t think I can let you go before then.”

—

Alec knew this was the best choice.

Magnus is warm and solid and the magic of his wards is as dazzling as it is reassuring.  Magnus has made it so that Alec can rest, truly and securely and without having to expend any of his own energy warding and runeing the space.  It’s a nightly ritual for Alec and yet Magnus takes the burden with ease and so casually that it has Alec hoping it’s not obvious how thrilled he is.

He doesn’t want Magnus to think he’s taking advantage of him.  It’s just that it’s nice to be able to relax without effort, for once.  Which is the entire reason Alec risked coming here, rather than go directly back to his Institute.

Beyond that, Magnus will protect him from both annoyances and headaches, which is even more valuable than his protection. 

There will be no siblings bothering him with their red-haired menace and no menace to pester him.

“Alexander,” Magnus says and Alec really wants whatever Magnus is going to offer but then Magnus is looking at him considering and then raises Alec's hand to his mouth and kisses the rune drawn there. "I was considering using magic, but I think I can still find a use for the blood. No need to be wasteful."

AN:

alec really enjoys fucking with and trolling the clave and yes, apart of this is small revenge on his mother. she can clean up his messes after the weight she put on him.

maryse is tired of herding cats. so tired. but it's part of her penance so she does it anyways. she and magnus won't really ever interact unless at the institute. this is not a universe where they have dinner with her or she comes over for drinks etc. she's accepted alec's relationship with magnus because otherwise she'll lose her kid and she knows it. she'll support it for the same reason. that doesn't mean she's changed or reformed. magnus isn't going to waste his time on her and alec wouldn't want him to.

K so, Magnus doesn’t care that they don’t have labels and that even he doesn’t really know what he and alec are yet. The point is that they are something to each other and it’s a big deal and something that really delights him, that his alexander is proud enough and sincere enough and secure enough in being something with magnus, that he’s not only mentioned it to his family but his government and his technical bosses.

That is very much a big deal and Magnus is thrilled, seriously. Alec is also like, incredibly into and in awe of Magnus. He’s so fucking proud he has no intention of not letting everyone know, expect that would require talking to everyone so it’s just easier to go to the clave and announce it.  Make it clear so no one gets any ideas. Also he goes to idris on something of a randomly set schedule to make sure they don’t forget to be terrified of him.

Magnus is misunderstanding one thing and that’s the fact that the clave are more scared of alec then they find him useful and they also understand that an alec who is interested in something else, isn’t interested in them. The clave is smart enough (in this one thing and because maryse explains it to them like they’re three) to realize all they have to do is leave magnus bane alone. Magnus’ bane’s territory is Alec’s Institutes’s area, they are literally they’re own problem. They clave can just let them co-exist and pretend like nothing is going on and they don’t exist and yeah.

Look.

No one likes a skeletal hand punching through dirt with your family seal ring on the finger to offer up a weapon of bone (presumably also of your ancestor) to threaten to kill you with. Like, the first time alec pulled that shit on a high ranking clave member, it got the point across.

Threaten him and you’ll get killed with your own ancestors bones (huge shame, no raziel for you) and because they don’t understand that it’s because they’re all technically related, everyone believe that its the will of raziel. So alec has a lot of fucking power. He doesn’t use it very often tho for a variety of strategic/doesnt want to reasons and he mostly ignores it because running new york is the only thing he wants. This alec doesn’t need politics to be powerful or to marry magnus.

magnus is going to repaint each of the runes with fresh blood, do a ritual and then lick all of them off alec's body. nope, they're not going to have sex after. but yes magnus is going to be replaying the memory when he's alone A LOT.

yes magnus is being super blasphemous right now and alec is enjoying it. if magnus wasn't also into necromancy there might be consequences but they're too compatible so it gets a pass

[rainyadventurer]

Ralsei's Magic in Battle

Deltarune Chapter 4 spoilers below cut.

(Edit: I'll keep this original post here since it was an interesting experience with the game and added to my experience with the narrative during a blind playthrough, but I apparently had the wrong equipment equipped to get Ralsei's magic to where it could be. Oops.

Long story short: Accidentally causing Ralsei's magic stat to be lower during chapter 4 made me think it was a narrative thing vs user error in properly equipping fluffy boy.

You can read the ramblings below if you want. There's probably some interesting thoughts in there still.)

So, I'm not sure if I did something to his armor/weapon that made this change, but did anyone else have Ralsei's magic become significantly weaker?

A good bit of my battle strategy had been to take advantage of Ralsei being able to heal us at least 100 HP. But, during the roaring knight fight, his healing magic wasn't particularly strong. In the try that I won, I think he was healing us 48 HP.

During chapter 4, I managed to get his magic stat up to 18, but the max healing he's done in battle is 90 (before boosting his magic super high, I think it was around 70 HP healing). Which is not what he used to be able to do with a lower magic stat. Susie, with a magic stat at like 12 (? I forgot but it was lower than Ralsei's), was able to heal us around 100 HP.

So, I feel as thought I have to ask the question:

Is Ralsei getting weaker?

Fluffy boy is keeping big secrets from us, and he just keeps smiling through the pain.

If his magic is tied to his emotions, it would make sense for it to be less effective with how scared and cornered he's feeling.

But, what if it's not tied to his emotions? He's a Darkner. I'm not sure if we know whether Darkner magic works the same as monster magic. Could there be something (aside from stress and strain of circumstances) that is causing him to become weaker? Like, the item from the light world he's connected to? Does it have something to do with the prophecy?

Did the damage he take from the roaring knight cause harm that he's not talking about?

Is Susie going to take over his role as healer, and we lose Ralsei from the party? Is Ralsei physically exhausted? Does he even sleep???

If anything, I find it really interesting that something being up with Ralsei was noticeable in battles. I noticed it within the first few battles because he's the designated healer, and it immediately caused me to be very concerned about how okay he was. When I realized I couldn't fix it with equipment, it really emphasized that something was fundamentally wrong--not just on the over-world but in the battles where survival is on the line.

It also meant that I had to use more items than I had previously been using (since I relied a lot on Ralsei's magic in earlier chapters).