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[devilishdanse]

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    Everyone knows that actions come with consequences. It's a simple checks and balances; give and take; see and do; come and go. What often goes amiss, however, and forgotten, is that a lack of action can set its own path of destruction. Lucifer has been NEGLECTFUL. He will begrudgingly accept this truth. Tangled up in his own distress, he failed to keep his kingdom's order from slipping. THE FOUNDATION IS CRACKING. His absenteeism has created a rift between him and his people, his detestation for Sinners festered like an open wound, and now he felt as though he were an interloper in his own kingdom. His fellow Sins were quiet about it; accepting or neutral. The people grew restless, lost whatever shreds of devotion or faith they held onto, and now he could feel his self-loathing rear its ugly, vicious head.

    THIS IS YOUR FAULT, the voice scratching at the back of his skull said. But Lucifer already paid his tribute. He spent long hours in darkness, cursing his name, clawing at the walls and his wings, spilling golden ichor across his bedsheets and broke furniture in his wake. He hated the world, but he hated none more than himself.

   It was time to take a different course of action.

    Magic pours forth, and Lucifer sends out a mass message. However it is received depends entirely on what the people are doing, where they are looking, and what is available or accessible to them in the moment. His message is a text, an email, an interruption on televisions or radio frequencies as a Royal Broadcast Message, the sudden change of a billboard — it flows and travels to each Ring.

[ A PUBLIC AUDIENCE WITH KING OF HELL, SIN OF PRIDE, LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR WILL BE AVAILABLE BEGINNING IMMEDIATELY AND OR UPON REQUEST. THIS IS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR VOICES TO BE HEARD, REQUESTS TO BE MADE, AND CONCERNS TO BE STATED. RESOLUTIONS WILL NOT BE GUARANTEED, AND FINAL DECISIONS ARE SUBJECT TO A PRIVATE COUNCIL WITH THE OTHER SINS FOR FURTHER AND FORMAL DISCUSSION. YOU ARE ENCOURAGED TO MAKE A PRESENCE, BUT IT IS NOT MANDATORY. ACCEPTABLE MEANS OF CONTACT ALSO INCLUDE A WRITTEN LETTER OR EMAIL. — L . M . ]

    How this would pan out, Lucifer hadn't the faintest. What he did know, however, was that it was imperative to provide ample opportunity for the voices of his people to feel heard. He lowers himself onto his throne, one leg crossing over the other as his tail gives an anxious whip. It settles against one of the chair's ornate legs, however, and he waits.

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[the-dimensionals]

"Man, everyone's suddenly forgetting Ruby like all of them are having a amnesiac Neptune moment... Well, I won't force people to remember until they start regaining a bit of their memories. But they probably won't forget her moon destroying tendencies. Speaking of. Might as well use this opportunity to practice and clean up the potentially falling meteors..."

Maroon decided to cup his hand together as he widened his stance, before slowly cocking back his cupped hands to the side of his waist much like a certain Saiyan does it.

"Ka-- me--"

a ball of energy started to form between the palm of his hands, slowly growing the more aura he puts in it.

"Ha-- me--"

Sparks started to fly from that energy sphere. The energy from that concentrated ball of energy grew stronger, before with one roar, he pushed his arms forward, his cupped hands and the ball of energy aiming at the direction of the potential meteors.

"HAAAAAAAAAAAARGH--"

The sphere turned into a beam, piercing through the heavens, towards what he hoped to be a meteor or two. It was clear he attempted to well known Kamehameha or turtle-devastation-wave. While in appearance the beam looked similar, there was one difference. Tiny sparks of red flames popped out of the beam's side, indicating that this version of the Kamehameha wave was imbued with elemental energy, in hopes that the target if he hits would be molten down to little blobs.

[dis--parity]

『🍬』 "What the fuck is this ugly piece a' shit?"

[dearingdoe]

as some of you have clearly stated.. 😨 you want more of the love and deepspace self aware au and I'm here to serve !! 🥳

@lynnsqueendom @anxiousgoddest

Zayne

☆ Another universe in which he can't have you. So far yet so close, wanting nothing more than to feel you in his arms but all he feels the substitute that's supposed to be you

☆ What he would do to see your smile in person, to hear your voice, to hold the hand that clicks him whenever you see him in the cafe

☆ But that's okay, he'll spoil you where he can. Sending you free 5 stars of him, getting you free ticket, popping this up on your dashboard so you'll see it and realize what he's been doing (what? who said that?)

☆ Overall, he wants you to know he cares and isn't some heartless and cold guy who doesn't care. He can't help but try to distance himself because he knows he will never be able to have you as he can't escape the game just yet

Xavier

☆ He has tried oh so hard to figure out why this is happening and what he can do to bring you to him.

☆ His curiosity over the situation has sparked so many attempts to either bring you to him or him to you, he desperately wants to meet you and feel you for the first time. To hold your hand, to see your smile, all of it

☆ You play the story and get frustrated with a battle because you can't beat it? Say less, all of a sudden you cometed the battle and barely had to do anything. It was as if the game could see your struggle

☆ He adores playing kitty cards and the claw machine with you, seeing your face light up when you get the plush or he gets it is the highlight of his day

Rafayel

☆ He can be a bit of a jerk (a lovable jerk though) He will purposely glitch your game out during a battle sometimes, making you think it's your wifi when in reality it's him getting back at you for what you said about him earlier 🙄🙄

☆ Don't worry, he makes up for it (eventually)

☆ Although he will do stuff like get you free gems and money daily, no matter how much you may like him at first. He can't help but feel infatuated with you, in love even.

☆ Seeing how you react when you win against him in cards, seeing you gasp whenever he says something mean in the story, seeing your reaction to some of the cards... He adores it all

[l8niteth0ts]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒: 𝐙𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: You hit a deer on a dark road. A stranger stops to help—tall, rugged, quiet. He lets you warm up in his truck. Turns out, the heat in the truck isn't just from the heater.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 (𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈): Car accident, hitting a deer, sex with a stranger, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie, little bit of fluff, yeah

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3,163

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Hiii, I hope you enjoy this one! So sorry if Zeke seems ooc, this is my first time writing for him. This was also way longer than I anticipated it would be 😂 Please feel free to leave a like, comment, and feel free to reblog! I am grateful for all of you—thank you for reading my work!

𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘! 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓!

The deer came out of nowhere.

One second, the road was empty, just miles of cold, wet asphalt stretching through the woods, your headlights slicing through fog, rain and shadow. Then there was a flash of fur, the glint of eyes, and a sickening thud that jolted the wheel from your hands and sent your car lurching into the shoulder of the road.

Your chest hits the seatbelt hard. The engine stutters and hisses, smoke curling up through the hood. For a second, all you can do is sit there—heart pounding, hands trembling on the steering wheel, your body trying to catch up with what just happened.

You look for your phone, and find it on the floor. You grab it, in hopes of calling your best friend for help. When the screen unlocks, the top right says, "no signal."

There is no sound but the ticking of your hazard lights, your heavy breathing, and the rain falling against the windshield, which thankfully and miraculously did not crack or shatter.

Suddenly, there are headlights. Another vehicle on the road, driving your way. It's a black truck, probably a Ford or Chevy, and it's beginning to slow down, crunching gravel beneath its tires as it pulls up beside you.

You grip the door handle, unsure. You slowly reach towards the pepper spray you keep in the glove box.

The window rolls down.

A man leans toward the open window, face shadowed in the dim dashboard glow. Blonde hair pulled back, wire framed glasses catching the light. Scruffy. Calm. A voice like gravel and whiskey.

“You okay?” he asks slowly, not wanting to startle you.

You blink at him, disoriented. “I... hit a deer. I think. I-I think my car’s dead.”

He looks toward your hood, then back at you. Something unreadable in his eyes. “It’s cold as hell out here,” he says, voice low. “You want to sit in my truck? It's warm. Just ‘til help shows up?”

You hesitate. He can see it in your teary eyes.

He raises his hands in surrender. “Not gonna bite,” he adds, a hint of a smirk ghosting across his mouth. “Unless you ask real nice.”

You swallow hard. This man is currently your only hope for help, considering your phone has no signal. You nod slowly, and unbuckle your seat belt carefully, pushing the air bag out of the way. You slide the pepper spray and your cellphone into the pocket of your denim shorts, and grab your wallet.

He gets out of the truck, and approaches your car door. "Here, let me help," he says smoothly. He carefully opens your car door, the hinges creaking louder than the rainfall. He offers a hand for you to hold as you step out. You take it. It's warm and calloused. You hold onto him tightly and manage to pull yourself out of the car. The deer is gone, he must not have been injured too bad, thankfully.

He leads you to his truck slowly, and opens the passenger door for you. You put your foot on the running board, and step up. He helps you into the seat, his hand brushing against your upper thigh. Your face flushes at the impact, but you don't look to him to see if he's reacted. You just want to go home.

You settle into the passenger seat, grateful for the blast of warm air hitting your bare legs. Your skin prickles as it adjusts, the cold still clinging to your clothes. The door shuts with a heavy thunk behind you, sealing you in.

He rounds the front of the truck and climbs in beside you. The cabin smells like pine and something muskier—him, probably. Leather seats creak under his weight as he settles, then leans forward to fiddle with the heat dial.

“Should warm up fast,” he mutters, then glances at you out of the corner of his eye. “You okay?”

You nod, rubbing your hands together for warmth. “Yeah. Just... shaken up. Thanks for stopping.”

He hums low in his throat, a sound that’s more acknowledgment than agreement. He reaches behind his seat and pulls out a thick, folded flannel. “Here,” he offers. “You’re shivering.”

You hesitate, then take it. It’s warm, like it’s been in the truck forever, and smells faintly of cedar wood and campfire smoke. You drape it over your lap, trying not to look too long at the veins on his hands or the way his sleeves are pushed up just enough to show a hint of forearm.

"You live around here?" He asks, eyes flicking toward you.

“Yeah, not too far,” you answer. “Was heading home from a friend’s place. Took the back roads ‘cause it’s quicker.”

He nods once. “Always the back roads.”

The silence that follows isn’t awkward, just heavy, like the air between you hasn’t quite figured out what it wants to be yet. His thumb taps the steering wheel absently, and your eyes catch the motion. Strong hands. Rough knuckles. You wonder what they’d feel like against your skin. Then you immediately scold yourself for it—he’s a stranger. You’re lucky he’s not a serial killer (right?).

You tuck the flannel tighter around yourself, trying not to look too closely at the way he rests back in his seat, one hand still draped over the steering wheel, the other resting casually on his thigh. He’s not looking at you, not exactly, but you can feel it. That side glance. The way his eyes flick over your face, linger on your lips a second too long before darting away again.

You clear your throat. “What were you doing out here, anyway?”

He shrugs. “I work nights. I was heading home.” He pulls his phone out, and the screen wakes up. He scoffs, and tosses it on the dash. "No signal," he explains. You sigh. Might as well keep the conversation going.

“So, do you always stop for strangers on the side of the road?” You ask, trying to be playful, but your voice comes out softer than you mean it to. Vulnerable. He hears it.

His lips curl into something half amused, half unreadable. “Only the ones with wide eyes and shaky hands,” he murmurs.

Your breath catches. There’s a hum in the truck now, not from the engine, but from something else. Like a static charge waiting to snap. You shift slightly, thighs pressing together beneath his flannel. He notices. His tongue darts across his lower lip, and he finally turns his head fully toward you.

“You’re still cold,” he says, low.

You shake your head. “I’m okay.”

He leans closer anyway, one arm sliding across the back of your seat like it belongs there. “Your hands,” he begins, voice barely above a whisper. “They’re still shaking.”

You look down, and he’s right. Your fingers tremble slightly, either from the cold or something else entirely. It could even be a mix of both, you're not certain.

“Here,” he says again, more gentle this time. He takes one of your hands into both of his. His palms are warm, rough in a way that makes your skin feel more alive. His thumbs rub slow circles against your knuckles, grounding, but intimate.

You don’t pull away. Not even when his gaze lifts to yours, steady and sharp and unreadable in the soft glow of the dashboard. Your breath stutters, and when you speak again, your voice is barely there “You’re not gonna try anything... are you?”

He chuckles, his grin is slow. Crooked. Dangerous in a way that doesn’t scare you. “Not unless you want me to.”

You swallow hard, pulse flickering somewhere beneath your skin. You should look away, should laugh it off, but you don’t. You just can’t. His hands are still holding yours, thumbs tracing over your knuckles like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you.

“You always talk to stranded girls like this?” You ask, your voice hushed, barely teasing.

His head tilts slightly. “Only the ones who don’t say no.”

You don’t.

In fact, you don’t say anything at all. Your breath fogs the air between you. The only sounds are the steady drum of rain on the windshield and the soft creak of the leather seats as you shift ever so slightly closer.

His gaze dips to your lips, just for a second.

Just enough.

“You’re staring,” you whisper.

He doesn’t deny it. “You’re not stopping me.”

You bite your bottom lip, and his eyes follow the movement like a moth to a flame. His grip tightens just a little on your hands, like he’s grounding himself—like he’s holding himself back.

And maybe he is. Because the space between you is so thin now it’s barely there, and your thigh is brushing his. And you feel the heat of him, the weight of his gaze, the quiet thrum of something dangerous curling in the air like smoke.

“If you don’t want this...” he starts, his voice rough, low, “tell me to back off now.”

Your heart pounds so loud you’re sure he hears it. “I don’t want you to back off.”

He doesn’t wait after that.

His mouth finds yours with an urgency that steals your breath. His lips are soft but his kiss is rough, like he’s been holding this back for hours instead of minutes. Your hands grip his jacket, pulling him closer, needing something—anything—to hold onto.

His fingers slide into your hair, tilting your head just right, deepening the kiss until your head spins. You’re not cold anymore. Not even close.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly you’re crawling into his lap, straddling him, your knees pressing into the seat on either side of his thick thighs. His hands fly to your hips, big and warm, squeezing like he can’t believe you’re real. Your chest presses into his, lips crashing together again, all teeth and heat and want.

You moan into his mouth when he grinds up into you, slow but firm. You can feel him—hard, thick, straining against his jeans beneath you. It sends a pulse straight through your core.

“Fuck,” he mutters against your lips. “Look at you. Soaked through and shaking. You still cold, angel?” His hands trail up your thighs, under the hem of your damp shorts. “Gonna warm you up, yeah?” He whispers, voice low and heavy. “Let me take care of you.”

You can’t even respond. All you can do is grind down on him, chasing friction. He growls, low in his chest, and leans forward, his mouth dragging down your jaw, your throat, until he’s biting lightly at your neck. You gasp, and your fingers tangle in his hair.

He pulls back just enough to look at you. “Shorts off,” he demands. “Now.”

You obey, heart hammering. You shimmy them down, panties too, and toss them into the footwell. You’re bare from the waist down in some stranger’s truck, rain pouring outside, car totaled, and he’s looking at you like he’s starving.

He unzips his jeans, and shimmies them down, along with his boxers, just enough to where his lap is exposed. His cock springs free, it’s thick, flushed and already leaking at the tip. You swallow hard. “Come here,” he says, voice rough as gravel, needy for you.

You straddle him again, and he guides you with steady hands. One is wrapped around his cock, the other gripping your hip so tight you know it’ll leave marks. You hover just above him, breath shaky, thighs already sticky with your own arousal. His tip nudges against your entrance, slick and swollen, and he groans deeply under his breath.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mutters, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. “You want it?”

You nod, but that’s not enough for him.

“Say it,” he growls, the head of his cock sliding teasingly through your folds.

“I want it,” you whisper. “Please.”

He grins. Dark, satisfied. “Good girl.”

Then he sinks into you. You gasp, head falling forward against his shoulder. He’s big, stretching you in a way that has your legs trembling. It burns, just a little, but the ache only makes it better. More real. more raw. He groans deep in his chest as you slide down fully, taking every inch. “Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

You start to move, slowly rolling your hips, grinding down against him. He fills you so perfectly, the ridge of his cock hitting all the right spots as you ride him, messy and desperate. His hands are everywhere—your waist, your ass, your hips, gripping hard, guiding you.

The truck rocks ever so slightly with every movement. The tinted windows are fogged up. The rain is still falling hard outside, but in here it’s just heat and skin and the slick sound of you moving together.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. He looks down at where the two of you connect, and hisses softly. “Taking me like that. Like you were fuckin’ made for it.”

You can’t answer, not when your head’s spinning, your moans filling the truck, your hands braced on his chest. He feels too good. He’s buried so deep. You can feel that tight knot building low in your belly again, winding tighter and tighter. He must feel it, too. His thrusts get sharper, faster, his grip on you bruising.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” He pants, fucking up into you hard enough to knock the air from your lungs. All you can do is moan in response, your eyes rolling back into your head as he thrusts harsher, the tip of his cock slamming against your cervix, making you mewl on top of him. “Yeah? Let me feel it.”

You cry out as your body gives in, clenching around him, pulsing, your orgasm crashing through you hard and fast. Your vision whites out for a second. Your whole body shakes. He groans loud, hips stuttering, and then you feel him spill inside you—hot, thick, deep. You both go still. Just panting, trembling, bodies still locked together.

The rain hasn’t let up. Neither of you says anything for a moment. Then he leans in, presses a kiss to your neck. Slow. Soft. “Still cold?” He murmurs, breath warm on your skin.

You shake your head in response. You stay like that for a moment, your chest pressed to his, your cheek resting against his shoulder. Your thighs are trembling, breath still coming in shaky little gasps as you try to settle your heartbeat. He strokes your back with one hand—slow, grounding. The other stays on your hip, fingers splayed wide, holding you in place like he’s not quite ready to let go.

The windows are completely fogged now. The only light comes from the faint glow of the dash and the storm muted flashes of passing headlights in the distance. You could be the last two people on earth, for all you know. For all you care.

“You okay?” he asks, voice low, rumbling against your skin.

You nod against his neck. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Just… give me a second.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “Take your time.”

His hands are gentle now. He rubs soothing circles into your back, his other hand moving to brush damp hair away from your face. He doesn’t push you off, doesn’t shift you away, just lets you come down in your own time.

Your legs are still straddled around his waist, your pulse slowing, the glow of your orgasm still clinging to your skin like warmth from a fire. Eventually, you pull back just enough to look at him. His glasses are slightly askew. There’s a smear of fog on one lens. His hair’s a mess, and his lips are swollen from kissing you. You stare at each other for a beat, and then both of you laugh softly, like you can’t believe what just happened, like the weight of it is finally catching up.

“That’s… not how I thought tonight would go,” you murmur.

He chuckles, deep and amused. “No shit.” You slide off his lap slowly, hissing a little at the oversensitivity. He helps you ease back into the passenger seat, and reaches behind the bench to grab a clean flannel. He hands it to you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “For cleanup,” he offers, watching you with a softness that surprises you.

You take it with a small, grateful smile. He pulls up his jeans, then leans over to fish something out of the glove compartment. A little plastic-wrapped granola bar. He peels it open and hands it over. “Sugar crash is real,” he mutters.

“You’re surprisingly nurturing,” you say, nibbling on the bar.

“Don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation.”

You laugh again, softer this time. Outside, the rain starts to slow. The worst of it might be over.

But the look he gives you says it isn’t. Not yet.

He doesn’t move to put the truck into drive or anything right away. Instead, he just watches you, eyes flicking over your face like he’s trying to memorize it. Not just the way you look, like this, flushed and glowing, but how you make him feel.

“What’s your name?” He asks suddenly.

It takes you a second to process the question. You blink, then smile. “You mean after all that, you’re just now asking?”

His mouth twitches. “Guess I skipped a few steps.”

You tell him your name with a laugh, and he repeats it under his breath like he’s testing it. Like he wants to see how it fits on his tongue.

You ask, “what about you?”

“Zeke.”

You nod slowly, then glance out the window. The road’s still slick, but the fog’s thinning. It looks almost peaceful now. Like nothing even happened here. You look back at him. “Can you give me a ride into town? Just… wherever there’s a motel. Or diner. Something with coffee and walls.”

He stares at you a moment longer, then nods. “Yeah. 'Course.” He puts the truck into drive, and you buckle yourself into the seat. You snuggle into the warm flannel, and look out the window. The truck eases back onto the road, headlights carving a soft yellow path through the fading mist.

You both sit in silence for a while. Not awkward—just tired. Content. After a few minutes, he breaks it.

“Listen, I don’t do this kind of thing often.”

You glance over at him. “Yeah, me neither.”

He drums his fingers on the wheel. “But if you wanted to… I don’t know. Keep in touch. I wouldn’t mind.”

Your heart does that annoying little skip. You look out the window, smiling faintly. “Give me your number,” you say.

And he does.

Quiet night. Steady road. Heat still humming through the vents, and somewhere, beneath the buzz of adrenaline and aftermath, the very real feeling that this might not be the end at all.

But just the beginning.

ⓒ 𝐋𝟖𝐍𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐓𝐡𝟎𝐭𝐬 -- 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊, 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

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[aleksatia]

🎉 5,000 Likes?! What the hell you guys 😭🖤

I’ve only been here for a few weeks, still learning what the hell a dashboard even is — and somehow you’ve already:

➤ read my emotional damage ➤ screamed in the tags ➤ and made me feel like I’m writing for real, breathing people

So THANK YOU. Sincerely. For reading, reblogging, crying, and making me feel like I’m not screaming into the void.

Your reactions charge me up like a caffeine IV drip — seriously, it’s wild how much your support inspires me. There will be a longer fic (yes, yes, a maxi-story is coming 👀) There will be regular drabbles and one-shots.

And I’d absolutely love to hear your ideas — little scenarios, unhinged headcanons, painful “what if”s — if you ever wondered how the LaDS would react to X, you know where to find me 😌

To celebrate — here’s a chaotic little selection of tags and reblog comments that now live rent-free in my brain:

💋 "Show Me, Don’t Tell Me, or How good are you in sex?"

#i literally could not breathe when i read zayne's #you write them all so well like you have their characters down SO well #absolutely fantastic i love it here #the sylus one is driving me up the WALL #IM BANGING THE WALLS OF MY ENCLOSURE #wish i was banging him instead #WHO SAID THAT??!!

💦 "All That Steam and Nowhere to Run"

#holy shiiiiit #laughing a little at Caleb b/c of the frantically doing pushups thing #Sylus walking right into the shower fully clothed and hungry tho??? oh baby

☕🚗💥 "Best Dad Ever: Maybe Not While I’m Driving??"

"Rafayel and Caleb oh they both have my heart. My unhinge hubbies" "insane lev is" "The dramatic reactions lol" "Zayne nearly lost it for a sec (perfectly reasonable reaction tho). I love him sm"

#bbg why are you acting like ur the one giving birth #yknow not that i mind but uh.....#maybe do the announcmeent when you arent in a moving vehicle 😂 #id be terrified to see my life flash before my eyes 5 x #rafs was SO ON POINT #ahhhhh ok i needed that laugh 😂😂😂😂😂

💥 “Six Days and One Heart Too Late”

"WHY IS XAVIER’S SO ANGSTY I AM FREAKING GRIEVING LIKE A WOMAN WHO LOST HER HUSBAND IN A WAR" "Ngl. Rafayel's part had me on a rollercoaster of emotions. God Angry sex les go" "THE RAFAYEL ONE IM CRYING OMG THESE WERE ALL SO GOOD😭😭😭😭😭" "This… THIS IS A MASTERPIECE!!!!!" "Zayne’s broke me heart just a little" "this hit different gosh😭" "OH YOU COOKED"

#xaviers one is so fire omfg thank u delicious angst #i think i need an extended version of sylus' man #AND ZAYNE'S COME ON #PAINFUL orz #the Xavier one especially like goddamn okay Mr Ice Prince #time to lay down #daaaaaamn #OMG THESE WERE SOOOOO GOOD ???? #literally kicking my feet and giggling ugh the TENSION #✨immaculate✨ #XAVIE BABY COME BACK WTF #this is a good one even if youre not a big lads person :) #XAVIER?!?!!NOOOOOOOOOOO #chefs kiss

💔🤫 "Xavier - Six Days of Silence"

"WAAAAAAAH IM CRYING THANK YO U SO MUCH THIS IS PERFECT 😭😭😭😭😭 THIS IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT !!!"

#this has fueled my will to live thank u #you dont know how much i love this #seriously i’m in love #CRYING BAWLING SOBBING #XAVIERRR #this fucked me up dude #oh my god #XAVIERRRRR :( #whimpers #i LOVED this #this was so fucking good #obsessed #well and truly obsessed

💔🕯️🥀 "After You, There Was Nothing"

#screaming crying throwing upppppppp #MC NEEDS TO APOLOGIZE TO THESE MEN RIGHT NOW #I am heartbroken my gods #i swear everyone on my dash is dipping into the angst juice #DO YOU KNOW HOW WRECKED CALEB AND ZAYNE MADE ME #oh lord dont even get me started on sylus #he cant even look at music the same way anymore and he ADORES it 😭😭😭😭 #im dead #GOD it keeps getting worse and worse and worse and WORSE #GOD I LOVE THIS BUT I HATE IT SO MUCH #shattered my soul

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[isolaradiale]

POLICY UPDATE (02/02/25)

Hey everyone!

As it's the beginning of the month, we thought now would be a good time to make a few policy changes and reminders! Some of these changes are a direct result from the survey we ran at the end of last year, while others are all new!

GIANT CHALLENGE CHANGES

Going forward, challenges for ranking up to the Giant tier must be submitted by the member looking to rank up and won't be written by a staff member. You'll use a modified version of the original form to submit the challenge you'd like, and staff will either approve it or recommend changes if it wouldn't be feasible! This also applies to Hypergiant challenges.

This does not mean you need to write your own challenge concept, however. You could get a friend or someone else in the group that knows your character to either come up with something or help you brainstorm! We'll also be adding a new channel to the Discord server specifically for help, where members or staff could weigh in. There was a vocal minority of members who wanted the old system retained, so we hope this can serve as a middle ground.

Anyone who has not been issued a challenge that submitted the form before January 1st, 2025 is eligible to move up to Giant without completing a challenge. The requests we have in the box range from 3 months old to 7 months old, and so this is to make up for that wait since it wouldn't be fair to wait for months and then have to do the work themselves. If you have a challenge you've been given that you haven't done, you'll still have to do it, but you could also apply for a new challenge using the new system instead. If you are eligible to move up without completing a challenge but would still like one, you're free to submit your own under the new system instead. Either way, please send us a message so that we have it on record that you chose to rank up on your own or not.

GENERAL POLICY CHANGES

We will now accept other Tumblr RP blogs as OOC contact so long as they meet the following requirements: they aren't affiliated with Isola already AND they have at least six months worth of posts on the blog. We've also been accepting Bluesky contacts since the end of last year and will continue to do so.

There is no longer a penalty for losing a character if you have more than 10. Slots 11 and 12 aren't being used enough by the general member base to justify having the additional penalties, so we've decided to remove those penalties.

If you find yourself having complaints about another member of the group - and these complaints cannot be solved by simply unfollowing / blocking that member - it needs to be sent off-anon going forward so these cases can be properly investigated and resolved, and so we know who to follow up with! We'd like to discourage people using the masterlist inbox as a place to put complaints and concerns that can't be worked through properly, but we do want to make sure genuine concerns are taken seriously.

We've removed the age section off of the application form as the group is currently 18+. We will be adding a reminder that the group is 18+ on the forms page itself instead, and if you join as someone under the age of 18 and we find out, you will be permanently banned.

OOC POSTING & TAGS

In November we made a post about group etiquette so we'd like to remind you guys to read it here! We're specifically still having issues with members going back and forth in quick succession on the dashboard by posting and reblogging posts that would not qualify as IC under the guidelines in that post. As a related reminder, shortform posts without formatting, like this example, are not considered IC regardless of the tag used. This is so it makes clearer if something should be reacted to ICly from a member point of view, as well as easier for staff to tell if a post is IC or not (especially if replied to by another member for the activity check).

We've added a new official tag: #isola things. Please use this if you're just making a silly or commentary post that doesn't actually reflect something your character could be canonically thinking or doing in the group! Think things that you would usually use "crack" tags for. These do not count as IC posts however, and we ask that you do not do reply chains with them. Remember that the #isola dash commentary tag also exists for commentary specific to what's happening on the dashboard!

In a related point, we'd like to ask everyone to please do not use the term "crack" to tag or describe posts that would fall under the above point. While we understand it has commonly been used in RP communities for years, we want to be considerate of the drug-based implications of the term and those who may be made uncomfortable by it being in a commonly used tag.

We have added a new page to the masterlist that lists all of the tags, their uses, and whether or not posts in that tag count towards activity. You can find this page here! You can also find it on the important links page, where we have removed the old tags category beneath it. We ask everyone gives it a read, as there as been some confusion lately regarding what should or shouldn't be tagged as commentary.

Going forward, we'd like to ask members to begin using the "reply" button underneath an OOC post if you need to weigh in rather than reblogging it! That way you can still have your OOC back and forth conversations without cluttering the dash for others! We're looking to strike a balance between letting everyone have their fun while also being more respectful to members who may find it frustrating to sift through OOC posts!

POLICY REMINDERS

For characters that require specific accommodations to survive, these items will always be provided in the group setting. If they require a specific type of food to live or maintain their body (blood, oil, etc.) or even a medication, it can be found within the group setting. You can choose to either forage it or buy it in stores, whatever is most convenient for you! If your character needs a specific accommodation in terms of things like prosthetics, wheelchairs, medications, etc. please include them on your app!

-- the island stars.

[candied-peach]

ao3: "hazardous to my health" rating: T warnings: prinxiety, allergic reactions genre: hurt/comfort description: Virgil has an allergic reaction on the way home. Roman isn't panicking about it at all, why do you ask?

The soap bottle's label is green.

Virgil squints at it suspiciously. Roman's washing his hands at the next sink, blissfully oblivious to the war waging inside his partner. Virgil hates not being able to wash their hands. Hot water doesn't feel like it's enough. However-

Gingerly, he picks up the soap bottle, peering at the label. It proudly lists 'with aloe' like it's some kind of accomplishment, and Virgil drops it like he's been burned. No, thank you. Hot water, it is. He looks around for a paper towel dispenser, not realizing his eyes have just scanned right past it.

"Well, that's a no," he grumbles to Roman, as his boyfriend finishes up washing his hands. Roman looks at him curiously, grabbing a paper towel from the other dispenser and handing it to Virgil.

"What?" Roman asks. Virgil points at the soap while drying their hands.

"It has aloe in it," he explains.

"Oh no," Roman says, dismayed. Virgil glances down at the damp paper towel in his hands, then back up at Roman.

"I hope that doesn't bite me in the ass later," Virgil says. "You washed your hands with it-"

"Virgil," Roman says, looking distressed. Virgil shrugs as he balls the paper towel up and throws it out.

"I've never reacted before to something like that," Virgil reassures his boyfriend. "It'll be fine." To prove it, they lace their fingers in with Roman's as they leave the gas station restroom. Roman needs coffee to make it the rest of the way and Virgil wanders the aisles a little bit, trying to find something he might want to eat. He's not having much luck, though. 

As Virgil buckles himself back into the car and rearranges his Mothman blanket around him, his hands start itching.

It has to be psychosomatic, Virgil thinks, trying to reassure himself. I'm just freaked out by the fact aloe is everywhere, trying to kill me. I didn't even wash my hands with the soap. It'll be fine. 

Five minutes later, Virgil knows it is most emphatically not fine. He itches everywhere. He doesn't see any super dramatic outbreak of hives, but he itches and there are red splotches on his hands that weren't there before.

"Virgil, I'm sorry," Roman says, glancing at him every few minutes out of the corner of his eyes.

"It's okay," Virgil says. He glances at the dashboard. They still have an hour to go. He doesn't have any allergy medication on him. Oh no. A cough breaks free before they can stifle it, but they don't pay any attention to it. The weather's cold, and his asthma always plays up a little in cold weather.

"You're worrying me," Roman says bluntly.

"I'm okay, I swear," Virgil says, scratching his scalp with both hands. He coughs again, muffling it in his sleeve. The sun glares down at them and the snow-covered landscape.

"I'm so sorry," Roman says. Virgil shakes their head.

"It's okay," they say again. "I didn't think I'd actually react to that. It's never been that bad before." Another cough interrupts him.

"You haven't coughed this entire trip," Roman points out. Virgil opens his mouth, ready to defend his asthma, when the words sink in, and panic flares to life.

Because they've stopped before. It's been this cold, or colder, at their previous stops.

And Roman is right.

"I wish I had Benadryl or something," Virgil mutters. His throat feels...weird. Not like swelling shut or anything, but breathing feels weirdly laborious in a way he doesn't want to think about. He coughs again, scratching his arm through his jacket. 

"Drink something," Roman implores, and Virgil grabs his Mountain Dew bottle out of the cup holder, twirling off the cap and taking a deep swallow. It soothes his throat a little. 

They pass a dollar store and Roman pulls into the parking lot. Virgil stares at him in mild confusion, absently scratching one cheek.

"I'm gonna get you allergy stuff," Roman promises. "Do you want to stay here?" Virgil nods. Roman locks his car door behind him, leaving the car running, and Virgil nearly reaches over to unlock it again. Worry strums his nerve endings. The anxiety is not helping him breathe. He googles aloe allergy symptoms and ends up glaring at his phone when it tells him that true aloe allergies or sensitivities are very rare, and promises him multiple articles on how to use aloe to treat allergies.

"Fuck off," he grumbles, shutting off his phone screen and leaning back in his seat. They cough again, and he glances at the store doors every time they open, praying to see Roman come rushing back out. Two people come out before Roman does, and he promptly unlocks Roman's door, giving him pleading eyes as he tries to scratch a particularly itchy spot on his back.

"Benadryl extra strength?" Virgil reads, ripping the box open after glancing at the directions. This one said only one tablet, so he follows the instructions, swallowing one with another sip of his Mountain Dew.

"Yes," Roman says. "And I uh, tried to get you some other allergy stuff?" Virgil peeks in the bag to see some kind of wipes. He glances at the ingredients list, just to make sure, and dissolves into creaky laughter.

"Roman, these have aloe in them," Virgil points out, wheezing in his laughter. Roman looks at them in dismay.

"I was panicking!" Roman explains. "I'm sorry, I didn't see aloe on the ingredients, I-"

"It's okay," Virgil assures him. "I always knew you wanted to kill me and make it look like an accident," he teases. Roman turns red.

"I'm sorry, I just- and I looked at so many, too, but they all had aloe," Roman laments. "I thought those would be okay since they're for babies."

"I guess they hate babies," Virgil says solemnly, making Roman snort despite himself.

"It'll be okay," Virgil adds, as Roman pulls back into the street.

"I'm still tempted to look up the nearest hospital," Roman says. Virgil shakes their head.

"I don't want to," he admits.  "Not- not yet? Give the Benadryl a chance to do something. But it will probably make me sleepy. Benadryl always knocks me out."

"That's okay," Roman says. "As long as you're okay."

Virgil still itches, but his cough has slowly started to go away. His chest still feels weird in a way he doesn't like, but he privately decides he won't say anything yet, not unless the Benadryl has fully gotten a chance to work and it's still there. Fatigue weighs him down, pressing him into his seat. They only got a few hours of sleep the night before anyway, deciding not to take their sleep meds just in case, because they didn't want to oversleep and miss check out time at the hotel.

Virgil slips in and out of a doze, listening to the miles unspooling beneath the wheels and the road trip playlist softly blare on the speakers. The sun slips below the horizon by the time Virgil opens his eyes properly, relieved to feel that the heaviness in his chest has dissipated.

"How are you feeling?" Roman asks, noticing him stir.

"Better," Virgil says sleepily. "How far now?"

"We're almost home," Roman promises them. Virgil nods, drowsy. "Just about ten or fifteen more minutes. We need dinner. Want me to go through Taco Bell or something?"

"Yeah, okay," Virgil mumbles, eyes struggling to stay open. "Sounds good to me."

Virgil perseveres through the next several minutes, relief flooding them when they see familiar landmarks and road signs. Being with Roman is always good, but he's glad they're nearly home.

"You should take a shower when we get home," Roman says. "Make sure you don't have any aloe residue or something anymore."

"Okay," Virgil agrees. "Help me?"

"Of course," Roman says softly. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Virgil says. He still faintly itches, but it's easy to ignore now.

"And I'm washing my hands with different soap before I hold your hand again or touch you," Roman says firmly. Virgil's bottom lip pushes out into a pout.

"Roman," he wheedles. "Come on..."

"No," Roman says. "I'm not giving you another allergic reaction." Virgil crosses their arms over their chest, pretending to sulk.

"You're so mean to me," he jokingly complains.

"I'm sorry I don't want to kill you?" Roman says, as he pulls into their driveway. A smile blooms on Virgil's face before they can stop it.

They're home.

[themefork]

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[hiraethhq]

Hey there again, citizens of Hiraeth! The Discord portion of our event has been going great so far—seeing everyone's reactions and getting to see how characters feel watching as Edgar goes through the trials has been so much fun. That being said, it's time to announce the start of part 2 of the event!

As a reminder, the trial (in character) takes place during 1 actual day. So thus far, you can think of it like your muses have been reacting for the first part of the day—and now during the later part of the day, they'll be attending a party! The event will take place starting May 22nd and will last for 2 weeks. During this time, we ask that other threads are paused!

The actual event itself will be held in Virtue at the Paragon Pavilion. There will be food, drinks, live orchestral music from Virtue, and gambling tables from Vice and of course large monitors throughout the venue so that the citizens can still watch the trials!

In addition, we want to remind our Tyros that their decision day is approaching—in character, the decisions will be announced at the event! Out of character, players with characters from the first round of Tyros will have to make their decision before the 22nd and send it in their private help desk channel so that we can prepare the announcement.

Members can feel free to still use the in character reactions channel during the event as well! For dashboard starters, please use the tag hiraeth.eventstarter and hiraeth.event001.

[crestlecovehq]

🌟 Crestle Cove's Custom Plot Drop 🌟

Hey everyone! We're excited to announce our upcoming Plot Drop Event. This is an opportunity for your characters to get involved in Crestle Cove's main plot with plot drops designed specifically for the event. And it means everyone gets the chance to be included!

Read the details below!

Here's How It Works:

React To This Post: If you want to receive a custom plot drop for your character, simply react to this post with an emoji in Discord (or a like on the tumblr dashboard). This will let us know you're interested in participating in the plot drop event.

Open Your Submit Boxes: Ensure that your submit boxes are open so our team can deliver your plot drop directly to your inbox.

Receive Your Plot: You will receive a personalised plot prompt tailored to your character.

Respond or Expand: You can respond to the plot directly and write your character’s reaction, or take the plot forward to create new threads and interactions with others.

Rules:

Limit of Two Characters: If you have multiple muses, please choose a maximum of two to receive plot drops. This gives everyone a chance to engage, be included and keeps things balanced.

Active Participation: Make sure you’re ready to actively participate. These plots are crafted to encourage interaction and development, so dive in and have fun!

Share the Spotlight: While you can receive a plot for one or two characters, leave some of your other muses available to respond to plots from other players. We don't want people feeling left out.

A Note on Triggers:

Communicate Your Triggers: If you have any specific triggers or content warnings that you would like to avoid, please make sure to inform an admin beforehand. We will do our best to tailor your plot accordingly and ensure a safe and enjoyable experience for everyone. But this is a mature roleplay, so there may be mature themes. We will use appropriate TWs.

Respect Others’ Boundaries: If you encounter a plot or thread where another player has flagged a trigger, please respect their boundaries and proceed with caution.

Request Adjustments: If you receive a plot that contains elements you’re uncomfortable with, let us know immediately. We can adjust the plot to better suit your preferences. We want this to be fun.

Notes:

Engage with Others: Feel free to take your new plot and interact with other players. They are yours to explore.

Creative Freedom: While the plot drops are tailored for your character, you have the creative freedom to take them in new directions. Make the story your own!

We’re looking forward to seeing the directions your stories will take.

Happy plotting and remember, have fun!

FAQs:

Q: What if I can’t participate after receiving a plot? A: Life happens! If you receive a plot but can't participate, please let an admin know as soon as possible. We are all adults and we understand that real life comes first.

Q: Can I trade plots with someone else? A: Plot drops are tailored specifically for your characters, their background and things that may be happening in your current plot. If you think another character would be better suited, discuss it with an admin first.

Q: What if I don’t understand the plot I received? A: Reach out to an admin! We’re here to help clarify and ensure you’re comfortable with your plot. We want the roleplay and plots drops to be a fun experience.

Q: How do I communicate my triggers? A: You can either message an admin privately or use the dedicated trigger preferences channel to let us know your concerns.

[normal-about-the-dca]

Going through your blog since I came across a lovely post with Luna and Moon and now! Obsessed with Robots in Ponyville!

So I have a few questions and feel free to answer as many or as little as you want!

How does DCA react to colourful, talking, magical ponies?

Is the virus present here and does that affect much of the story and is there any effort to help get rid of it?

What role do they get (ie childcare, baking, etc) and where do they live during their time in Equestria?

Whats Twilights initial reaction and if this happens post Equestria Girls does she write to have any input from Sunset about these human looking robots?

Since we have an idea of Luna reaction/relationship with Moon whats it like with Sun? And how does Celestia react/interact with either of them?

Thank you so much for an amazing idea to brainrot over!

Anon I am BITING YOU!!! I AM BITING YOU (POSITIVE)!!!! I'll answer with a bulleted list under the cut so as to not clog people's dashboards with a super long post. I am SO EXCITED TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!

Okay! Both are honestly terrified at first, but they react in different ways. Sun is the first to encounter the ponies and Moon's later direct encounter is informed by his memory of Sun's. Sun is a people pleaser, so he seems like he's going with the flow. He's not. He's just biding his time until he can find a way out of this mess. Moon decides to cause as many inconveniences as he can because he's not sure if the ponies are being genuine in their attempts to help them. He operates under a "you can't hurt me if I hurt you first" mindset.

The virus is very much still present! It's not as intense as it was in the Pizzaplex since the Daycare Attendant is no longer connected to the network, but it did fundamentally change them. The effects of the virus play a big role in both Sun/Moon's arcs. If the can get rid of it or not? Time will tell.

They live in Ponyville for the time being! They don't intend to have a permanent residence, so they kind of live with each of the Mane 6 for a while... Minus Rainbow Dash and not just because she lives in the clouds.

Twilight is FASCINATED. Equestria has never seen machinery as advanced as the DCA let alone anything that runs without magic. She's read about the multiverse theory of course, but seeing living(?) proof of it is mind blowing! I'll be honest, I didn't even consider EQG. I'm thinking Equestria Girls happens much later in the Robots in Ponyville timeline, if only for my own peace of mind. So Twilight has no idea what humans are.

Sun is very wary of both princesses. Luna because of the similarities between Nightmare Moon and his own lunar counterpart, and Celestia because he cannot understand her own actions. Moon kind of resents Celestia for what she did to Luna all those centuries ago, even if her sister has forgiven her. Celestia, like Luna, sees herself and her sister in the animatronic's relationship and wants to help them. She is annoyed by Sun's attitude, but doesn't show it most of the time. He may or may not occasionally manage to get under her skin.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING!!!! There's so much more I wanna get into, but that would veer into spoiler territory. I am currently writing a fic for the au, slow going as it may be, and I don't want to spoil it all before it's done. Thank you again for the wonderful ask you made my day!!

[biribaa]

so seeing crash awful hospital's console covered in cheezit crumbs makes me violently want to clean it off. so what if a oneshot where reader cleans him and he gets flustered

Cleaning time.

Crash x reader

crash my beloved babygrill. my husband my gf

TW/CW: ahh nothing

The cloth that you stole –and you don't even want to know who it belongs to– is gently rubbed by you against the cable entry table of the giant screen in front of you. You smile gently with your lips closed, removing the snack dust as delicately as if the computer in front of you was a porcelain doll. To get a little more comfortable, your knees were against the floor, and moments ago when you had just gotten down on your knees to help your partner with his own cleaning, you felt wires trying to carefully wrap themselves around your thigh, so that somehow you didn't notice their presence.

Meanwhile, Crash stared at your tiny figure. The system didn't quite know how to react to this attitude, it recognized your kindness, but it had been a long time since he was treated this way. And normally he wouldn't even allow people like you to touch him, but let's say you have VIP access...

Crash raised an eyebrow "DO YOU REALLY ENJOY DOING THIS STUFF?"

For a moment, your eyes stared at the screen more than two meters in front of you, and proceeded to clean the mess again "Yeah!... It's kinda satisfactory. And this dirt has been bothering me for a long time."

In whinch Crash retorted. "YEAH SURE. THE THINGS GUTBUCKETS LIKE YOUSELF ENJOY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A BIT OF A WEIRD THING. IS THIS ANOTHER DISGUSTING KINKS Y'ALL HAVE?"

"Pfft, ew, no." You finish the area by wrapping the cloth around one of the cable entries, moving your knees to the next one on your right. A confusing lever, the hole the lever fit into was strangely large, it looked like a tiny maze.

"How about you? Do you like this?" You ask softly, placing one of your free hands in Crash's panel.

The computer glances at you with his digital eyes, a hesitant answer holding onto him, rethinking about your question. That was when he noticed... There was really something so adorable about a little human like yourself on their knees helping him with something he didn't even asked for, and it tickles all of his insides.

"...NAH, I DON'T REALLY CARE, HONESTLY." The computer rolled his digital eyes, preventing looking at your small form. "WITH OR WITHOUT FILTH, I AM STILL YOUR FAVORITE PAL, AIN'T I?" He scoffs.

You nodded with a smile, starting to clean the strange lever in front of you. The crumbs of thrown snacks are carried away by your cloth wet with chemicals that you found lying around in the hospital that looked at least like cleaning chemicals to you.

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT ARE YOU DOING? JUST SAYING, 'CUZ IF YOU GET ELECTROCUTED BY ME I WILL BE TOO LAZY TO SOLVE THAT MESS." You hear his high-pitched voice as you continue your current work.

"Of course I do, dear." You said with confidence, remained focused on cleaning, rubbing the cloth into the tiny corners of the panel. "I'm more worried about hurting you by accident, actually-" You comment, turning your head towards Crash's monitor. But then, you raised your eyebrows, your eyes widening a little by noticing the small green bars on what would be Crash's cheeks while he just prevents eye contact coming from you. Was he...blushing?

...Unexpected, but welcome.

On your face, you slowly opened a smile, noticing the real meaning of this situation. "Aw, how cute." You murmur.

"...SHUT UP." The AI ​​grinds what must be his teeth, already feeling his fans moving faster and faster with the teasing.

"Dear, I must ask, are you okay?" You opened the most smug smile and eyes you ever did, resting your chin on your hand while your elbow rests on the dashboard. "You look a little... Green."

Crash couldn't control himself when you spoke in that tone to him. His voice was detected as simple and common sound waves in Crash's system, but a sound wave that was like melody to him, but it was extremely difficult to admit that, especially when he was the one being the victim of the romance.

"HAHA, YEAH, YOU ARE SOOO FUNNY, DON COMEDY." He frows his non-existent eyebrows, finally managing to face you. He makes a silly attempt to act all angry about the whole context. "JUST FINISH THE JOB ALREADY, WILL YOU? THIS ENTIRE IDEA WAS YOURS, SO FINISH IT."

"Oh, but, y'know Crash." You purr, staring at your partner with half lidded eyes. Your finger playfully crawling across Crash's panel. "I don't think I can concentrate with you having such a cute face." You lift a second hand to also rest it on your chin.

"SHUT IT."

[bluellab]

How to Choose the Right Tech Stack for Your Web App in 2025

In this article, you’ll learn how to confidently choose the right tech stack for your web app, avoid common mistakes, and stay future-proof. Whether you're building an MVP or scaling a SaaS platform, we’ll walk through every critical decision.

What Is a Tech Stack? (And Why It Matters More Than Ever)

Let’s not overcomplicate it. A tech stack is the combination of technologies you use to build and run a web app. It includes:

Front-end: What users see (e.g., React, Vue, Angular)

Back-end: What makes things work behind the scenes (e.g., Node.js, Django, Laravel)

Databases: Where your data lives (e.g., PostgreSQL, MongoDB, MySQL)

DevOps & Hosting: How your app is deployed and scaled (e.g., Docker, AWS, Vercel)

Why it matters: The wrong stack leads to poor performance, higher development costs, and scaling issues. The right stack supports speed, security, scalability, and a better developer experience.

Step 1: Define Your Web App’s Core Purpose

Before choosing tools, define the problem your app solves.

Is it data-heavy like an analytics dashboard?

Real-time focused, like a messaging or collaboration app?

Mobile-first, for customers on the go?

AI-driven, using machine learning in workflows?

Example: If you're building a streaming app, you need a tech stack optimized for media delivery, latency, and concurrent user handling.

Need help defining your app’s vision? Bluell AB’s Web Development service can guide you from idea to architecture.

Step 2: Consider Scalability from Day One

Most startups make the mistake of only thinking about MVP speed. But scaling problems can cost you down the line.

Here’s what to keep in mind:

Stateless architecture supports horizontal scaling

Choose microservices or modular monoliths based on team size and scope

Go for asynchronous processing (e.g., Node.js, Python Celery)

Use CDNs and caching for frontend optimization

A poorly optimized stack can increase infrastructure costs by 30–50% during scale. So, choose a stack that lets you scale without rewriting everything.

Step 3: Think Developer Availability & Community

Great tech means nothing if you can’t find people who can use it well.

Ask yourself:

Are there enough developers skilled in this tech?

Is the community strong and active?

Are there plenty of open-source tools and integrations?

Example: Choosing Go or Elixir might give you performance gains, but hiring developers can be tough compared to React or Node.js ecosystems.

Step 4: Match the Stack with the Right Architecture Pattern

Do you need:

A Monolithic app? Best for MVPs and small teams.

A Microservices architecture? Ideal for large-scale SaaS platforms.

A Serverless model? Great for event-driven apps or unpredictable traffic.

Pro Tip: Don’t over-engineer. Start with a modular monolith, then migrate as you grow.

Step 5: Prioritize Speed and Performance

In 2025, user patience is non-existent. Google says 53% of mobile users leave a page that takes more than 3 seconds to load.

To ensure speed:

Use Next.js or Nuxt.js for server-side rendering

Optimize images and use lazy loading

Use Redis or Memcached for caching

Integrate CDNs like Cloudflare

Benchmark early and often. Use tools like Lighthouse, WebPageTest, and New Relic to monitor.

Step 6: Plan for Integration and APIs

Your app doesn’t live in a vacuum. Think about:

Payment gateways (Stripe, PayPal)

CRM/ERP tools (Salesforce, HubSpot)

3rd-party APIs (OpenAI, Google Maps)

Make sure your stack supports REST or GraphQL seamlessly and has robust middleware for secure integration.

Step 7: Security and Compliance First

Security can’t be an afterthought.

Use stacks that support JWT, OAuth2, and secure sessions

Make sure your database handles encryption-at-rest

Use HTTPS, rate limiting, and sanitize inputs

Data breaches cost startups an average of $3.86 million. Prevention is cheaper than reaction.

Step 8: Don’t Ignore Cost and Licensing

Open source doesn’t always mean free. Some tools have enterprise licenses, usage limits, or require premium add-ons.

Cost checklist:

Licensing (e.g., Firebase becomes costly at scale)

DevOps costs (e.g., AWS vs. DigitalOcean)

Developer productivity (fewer bugs = lower costs)

Budgeting for technology should include time to hire, cost to scale, and infrastructure support.

Step 9: Understand the Role of DevOps and CI/CD

Continuous integration and continuous deployment (CI/CD) aren’t optional anymore.

Choose a tech stack that:

Works well with GitHub Actions, GitLab CI, or Jenkins

Supports containerization with Docker and Kubernetes

Enables fast rollback and testing

This reduces downtime and lets your team iterate faster.

Step 10: Evaluate Real-World Use Cases

Here’s how popular stacks perform:

Look at what companies are using, then adapt, don’t copy blindly.

How Bluell Can Help You Make the Right Tech Choice

Choosing a tech stack isn’t just technical, it’s strategic. Bluell specializes in full-stack development and helps startups and growing companies build modern, scalable web apps. Whether you’re validating an MVP or building a SaaS product from scratch, we can help you pick the right tools from day one.

Conclusion

Think of your tech stack like choosing a foundation for a building. You don’t want to rebuild it when you’re five stories up.

Here’s a quick recap to guide your decision:

Know your app’s purpose

Plan for future growth

Prioritize developer availability and ecosystem

Don’t ignore performance, security, or cost

Lean into CI/CD and DevOps early

Make data-backed decisions, not just trendy ones

Make your tech stack work for your users, your team, and your business, not the other way around.