#Source: convo with my friends

[niiwa-angel]

Barry: If I was meant to swim, God would have given me flippers!

Hal: two thirds of the planet you live on is water! That's God telling you that you need to know how to swim!

[incorrect-niche-quotes]

Henry: [To Puck] This is a private matter

Relda: Puck stays

Henry: This is family

Relda: That's why he stays

[whosbex]

Alucard: I slept for 12 hours what did I miss?

Trevor: my dick

Alucard:oh thank God I thought I missed something big.

[aelirus]

btw these tags on that cyrus art are fucking killing me.

on that same note, lets talk about cyrus being a sociopath in pokemon adventures and how they redeemed him and showed him some softness. in like 2011-2013. that shits awesome. even if he's never written with "sociopath" in mind i think umm who not? lets apply that very applicable label to the versions of him that are human and relatable to a lot of people.

shout out when someone learns empathy even if they dont feel it.

[torchickentacos]

The pokemon anime subreddit fascinates and frustrates me on equally deep levels

[mreowsu]

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summary · have you ever wondered why and when sae started wearing his baby bangs up? :) cw · itoshi sae x fem!reader, español convos r google translated, please correct me for any mistranslations and i apologize in advance, both are 14-15 in this since i speculate the reason started all the way back, hopefully, once the mangaka reveals more of sae's backstory in españa, he isn't far too emo yet at this age wc · 2.5k

Sae had never been one for vanity. His appearance was something he wore like his jersey—unremarkable in his eyes, but a source of endless fascination for others.

He’d stick to the basics—clean-cut, effortless, and sharp enough without even trying. Though, his fans obsessed over every detail, from the sharpness of his jawline to the way his bangs, short and neat, fell softly over his forehead, framing his teal eyes. To Sae, all of this was incidental—just another part of his preference for simplicity.

It was one of those days, during a rare quiet (courtesy of you) evening at the academy dorms. Dinner had been a casual affair, with nothing much to do afterward, and as you wandered back to your room, the brightest idea struck you: why not pay a visit to—bascially, your only friend—at the other side of the academy housing?

When you were both scouted at the ripe age of 13 to play in Spain, both of you had left behind everything you knew—your families, your home, your language. The sudden plunge into an entirely different environment had been jarring. The culture, the food, the constant buzz of español around you—it was overwhelming. High expectations pressed down on your shoulders, with the academy’s reputation and dreams of a professional career constantly looming.

There was no support system to fall back on. Your parents were thousands of miles away in Japan, unable to offer more than occasional video calls and mailed letters. The club staff and academy members tried, in their own way, to act as mentors and parental figures, but it wasn’t the same. The homesickness, the struggle to adapt, and the pressure to perform all felt crushing. Conversations had been stilted and awkward, especially with the two of you still learning to speak in broken, halting español. But over a year later, you’d found a rhythm. When no one else understood, he did. You both knew what it felt like to miss home, to feel like an outsider, to be surrounded by noise but still feel alone.

As cliche as it sounds, in the end; it was you and, annoyingly, Itoshi Sae against the world.

The male dorms were quieter than you expected, a stillness hanging in the air that made your footsteps feel far louder than they were. You had no business being here, not really, but that never stopped you before. And besides, Itoshi Sae didn’t seem to mind your intrusions. Or so you told yourself.

The sharp knock you gave was met with his voice, calm and cool as ever.

“Come in.”

You opened the door to find him sitting at his desk, the glow of his laptop casting shadows across his face. His bangs shifted with the turn of his head, teal eyes flicking up with an expression that was neither surprised nor annoyed—just Sae. Acknowledging you before returning to whatever analysis or footage he was engrossed in.

“You again.” he said, his voice neutral, almost bored.

“You should be honored, really,” you poised, breezing past his room like it was yours too. “And unfortunately, you’re my only option Sae.” You drawled.

“Lucky me,” he said dryly, though he didn’t tell you to leave. “You know, most people knock and wait for an invitation.”

“You’ve never needed to invite me before,” you said, settling onto the edge of his bed. “Why start now?”

He didn’t argue, but the faintest ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. For all his complaints, you knew Sae appreciated having you around. You were the only piece of home he had here, just as he was for you.

No matter how much the world outside demanded of you—how high the expectations, how foreign the environment—in moments like this, with him, you could breathe.

Sae's dorm was a plain space that reflected the utilitarian nature of the academy housing, yet much derived of personality compared to yous: sparsely decorated but immaculate, everything in its place. A couple of freshly folded jerseys on the shelf, a framed photo by the bed—nothing excessive, just functional and quietly personal. It was so… Sae.

“Well, you’re early.” He remarked, shutting the laptop and leaning back in his chair, his eyes briefly meeting yours before shifting to the clock on his desk.

“Dude, it’s literally evening, and everyone just finished dinner,” you exasperated, rolling your eyes.

He shrugged, a faint smirk at his lips. “For you, that’s early. You usually show up when you’re about to pass out from boredom.”

You crossed your arms, pretending to be offended, before mirroring his smirk. “Damn right I did.”

“Of course,” he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“You need to lighten up,” you teased, flopping around his bed unceremoniously. “This place feels like a showroom. Do you even live here?”

He rolled his eyes, standing up to retrieve something from his shelf. “It’s a dorm, not a hotel. What do you expect?”

“A little personality wouldn’t hurt,” you quipped, watching as he settled back into his chair.

He glanced at you, expression calm but faintly amused. “If you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”

You grinned, knowing full well you aren’t going anywhere. “Nah, I think I’ll stay. Someone has to make this place feel alive.”

Sae sighed, but there was no real annoyance in it. “Just don’t make a mess.”

“Right… So, what’s the plan?” You asked, kicking off your shoes and leaning back on your elbows. “Am I supposed to sit here in silence while you work on drills in your head?”

He stood, walking over with that signature calmness of his, and sat criss-cross beside you on the bed. The mattress barely dipped under his weight, as if even gravity couldn’t unbalance him.

“Maybe,” he teased, voice soft but laced with dry humor. “Unless you have a better idea.”

You rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone and shoving it toward him. “How about we pick a movie? Something that isn’t Taxi Driver for once.” As much as you loved the movie, it was getting repetitive, and you were starting to feel like you knew every line by heart.

Sae glanced at the phone, then back at you, his lips twitching ever so slightly. “You don’t like it anymore?” he teased, his voice the usual mix of indifference and amusement.

“I love it, but I don’t need to watch it every time I’m over here,” you replied, scrolling through the options. “We’ve literally watched it four times this week.”

“Then pick something better.” He leaned back against the headboard, his posture as controlled as always, like he had no intention of exerting effort in this decision. But you could tell by the way his teal eyes followed your movements that he was paying attention. Typical Sae.

You sighed dramatically. “You know, it’s a lot more fun when you at least pretend to care.”

Sae raised an eyebrow, gaze flicking to the phone before returning your sigh ten times more dramatic, a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Fine. But if it’s boring, we’re switching back to drills.”

You picked a new movie, something lighthearted, easy to watch, and settled back against the pillows, feeling oddly content.

The lights were killed, and the room slipped into a cozy darkness, save for the faint glow of the screen. Everything was ready to go and the movie started. But as it played on, your attention drifted back to Sae, completely absorbed in the film. His burgundy hair fell slightly over his eyes, distracting you for a moment. Without thinking, you reached over and brushed it back into place, the soft strands slipping through your fingers.

Sae’s eyes flickered incredulously toward you, but made no move to pull away.

He was uncharacteristically still as you perched beside him, fingers idly trailing through the silky strands of his hair. Your eyes flickered to his back and shoulders, noticing his now stiff posture. Though he didn’t speak, you could feel the subtle tension in his frame.

You murmured to appease him, “Sae, hold still.” The soft brush of your fingers through his hair seemed to ease the tension, so you continued with slow, deliberate strokes. When you brushed his bangs back, his eyes became the centerpiece of his face—sharp, vivid teals. They were like swirling oceans caught in the throes of a storm, deep and endless, with flecks of light dancing like sunlight on restless waves.

There was an intensity there, the kind that made you feel as though he could see right through you, peeling back every layer with a single glance. But beyond the sharpness, there was something softer hidden in their depths— like the stillness just before dawn.

Without the curtain of his bangs to soften the edges, his gaze became piercing, almost dangerous, like shards of sea glass—beautiful, but with a sharpness that could cut if you weren’t careful.

It was impossible to look away, not when his eyes held that kind of quiet power, commanding attention without a single word.

But then, Sae blinked.

He looked up at you with a slight frown.

"What are you doing?”

You felt the trance slip away, leaving you almost disappointed at how quickly reality snapped back into place.

You blinked back at him, brushing your hands off like you hadn’t just been lost in his eyes for longer than you cared to admit. “Nothing,” you replied innocently, tucking a few strands back into place and brushing his bangs, so they no longer fell over his forehead. “Your hair was in your face.”

“It wasn’t bothering me.” He said, though he didn’t pull away or stop you.

“Yeah, but it was bothering me.” You shot back, smoothing the strands until they stayed where you wanted them. His hair was surprisingly easy to manage, soft and silky under your touch. You backed up to admire your work.

His hair stood upright now, his whole face on display—sharp lines, ahem piercing eyes, the kind of look that stopped hearts if you weren’t careful. Gulp. “You look good like this. Cooler, maybe.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment, his attention seemingly back on the screen, but the slight tilt of his head toward your hand betrayed him. He wasn’t just tolerating it—he didn’t mind.

He scoffed, “You’re ruining it.” He finally uttered, voice flat. Though he didn’t make a move to fix it.

“Ruining what? You barely even care about how it looks.” You teased, letting your fingers drift through his hair one last time before settling back against the headboard.

His lips twitched, almost a smile but not quite. “Maybe. But now you have to watch the movie. No more distractions.”

“Fine, fine.” You smiled, turning your attention back to the screen. Yet something about the quiet approval in your gaze stayed with him.

From then on, Sae started keeping his bangs up.

It was a subtle yet significant change that didn’t go unnoticed. His fans speculated endlessly about the reason behind the new style—some attributing it to his growing maturity, others to a shift in his on-field persona. But smugly, only Itoshi Sae knew the truth.

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The stadium roared with life as the final whistle blew, signaling another victory for the Re Al youth team. Sae, as always, was the picture of composure. His hair, damp with sweat, stayed stubbornly defying gravity in its upright style, the way he’d styled it before the game.

You watched from the stands, pride swelling in your chest amidst the thrumming energy of the crowd. Unlike your usual matches with the female Re Al youth team, tonight was all about the boys. Your district didn’t have a match, so you’d ended up in the crowd, cheering for a game you didn’t have to play in.

Sae’s teal eyes scanned the rows until they found yours. He didn’t need to smile or wave—just the faintest nod in your direction. It was so like him, subtle and understated, but somehow, and alarmingly, made your heart flutter all the same.

As the team took their victory lap around the field, Sae broke away, making a bee-line toward you. The crowd stirred, curious eyes following his every steps.

When he reached you, there was no hesitation. You leaned over the railing, your fingers instinctively brushing through his sweaty hair. His bangs, stiff from hairspray, you assume, and effort, softened under your touch, falling slightly out of place.

For a second, everything stilled. The roaring crowd, the flashing cameras—it all melted into a backdrop as Sae stood there, letting you fix him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

The stadium fell into a stunned silence before the spell broke, erupting into cheers and whistles.

One of his teammates, whose name you didn't really care enough to remember, shouted from the field. "¡Oye, Sae! ¡No sabía que tenías un peluquero de guardia!" Oi, Sae! Didn’t know you had a hairdresser on call!

Hollering followed, and Sae shot them a quick, unimpressed glare. He turned back to you, his lips quirking into the faintest of smirks, leaning just a little closer. “You’ve made quite th scene,” he said, voice low enough for only you to hear.

You smiled, your fingers still lingering in his hair. “Can’t help it. You looked like you needed it.”

For the first time that night, Sae let out the faintest chuckle—a soft, almost invisible sound that felt like a treasure meant just for you.

When he walked back to his team, his bangs slightly tousled from your touch, the teasing began almost immediately.

“No sabía que nuestro Sae-chan podía verse tan humano.” Didn’t know our Sae-chan could look so human. They teased, a mischievous grin plastered across his face.

“O tan mandilón.” Or so whipped.

“Ni siquiera puedo imaginar que pueda sonreír así.” Can't even fathom he could smile like that.

“¿Es esto lo que el amor le hace a un chico?” Is this what love does to a guy? One of them added with a dramatic shake of his head, sending the group into another fit of laughter.

Sae ignored them, of course. But as he glanced back at you one last time, there was something different in his expression—something warm and quiet, a look reserved, meant only for you.

Meanwhile, the crowd’s whistles and playful jeers had you feeling just as flustered. Your cheeks burned, and you could tell by the way Sae’s ears tinted pink that he wasn’t immune to it either.

It was a simple thing, really. A touch, a moment, a look. Nothing too out of the ordinary for the two of you. After all, you were just friends. But amidst the crowd’s cheering, the teasing of his teammates, in the way Sae’s gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary, and in the way your heart raced, it felt like there was more to it.

And then the whispers started.

Backstage chatter, curious glances, and the media’s ever-watchful eye. They’d always known you and Sae were quite close, two prodigies from Japan.. childhood friends, even. But now... now, it seemed the world was starting to wonder if there was more to your bond than just friendship. Perhaps it was.. puppy love? Was there something more to the way you interacted? The teasing? The hair stunt you pulled? Was it all casual?

For now, that was all it was. Just speculation. But for Sae, maybe that small, fleeting interaction was everything.

Maybe.

And maybe that’s why, no matter how many times his teammates teased or fans speculated, Sae never explained why his bangs were always styled up.

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© 2024 mreowsu

HAPPY NEW YEARS! 🥳 🎉 🪅 sorry that i didn't write the way i usually do—in a poetic sense, anyway. This was just pure unfettered bluelock brainrot and the last epiodde from s2 had me going haywire i swear the animators were in the flow ong 😭🙏

[sheyfu]

in sleepless nights, i find solitude in you

FEATURING itoshi sae, itoshi rin, oliver aiku, chigiri hyoma, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, and shoei barou

CW oliver aiku

SYNOPSIS what they like to do on sleepless nights with you

NOTE these are hcs and are not reflective of their characters!

⋆˚✿˖° itoshi sae - hearing you talk about your day

- a mundane, yet intimate moment between you two - he finds it so endearing when you talk about your day and get so passionate about it too - he just loves hearing your voice; the way you speak, the way your voice just sliiightly raises when you’re telling him about some person you abhor (big boy word), and the way you ask him for his thoughts on something you’re yapping about makes him feel like the luckiest guy in the whole world - you both end up not sleeping D: but it’s okay, he’s not complaining because it’s you

⋆˚✿˖° itoshi rin - binge watching horror movies

- you hate him for this. - but at the same time, you love it because he holds you close to him - he knows you’re scared, especially when it’s ass o’clock in the evening (more like morning) and your room’s only source of light is the television. so he holds you tight :D - he has the urge to make fun of you because you’re oh so scared, but he stops himself from doing so because he loves holding you close

⋆˚✿˖° oliver aiku - holding you close to him (in his words, spooning)

- surprisingly, he’s not horny  - i guess bc of practice, he’s tired and he just wants to de-stress and go on about his night without tiring himself out more, you included (LMAO NOT ME SPEAKING LIKE IM GANG W GREEN GALLAGHER) - so he holds you close :D  - and its not like the hold you close and talk about stuff type either - literally the hold you close and sit in silence type with occasional kisses from him :D 

⋆˚✿˖° chigiri hyoma - gossip (okay so some of you probably don't tolerate gossip but gossip culture has been SUUUUCH a big part of my life that i cant help but associate it w chigiri im so sorry you can bitch slap me for this LMAOAOAO ANWYAYS)

- he loves gossiping. he usually has THE ggoat (greatest gossip of all time) - this usually ranges from people he works closely with, or people he knows but that person doesn't know him but for some reason the news reached him LMAOAAOA  - for some reason, he also has visual references??? like if theyre related to texting he has screenshots of their convo???? if irl, he has pictures????? YOU DONT KNOW HOW HE GETS THOSE 😭😭 (based this hc off my friend who has everything for some reason 😭😭) - and most of the time theyre literally so mind-boggling you have to stop him and walk around the room to calm your beating heart down - he also loves using a soundboard while doing so LMOAOAOAO

⋆˚✿˖° mikage reo - slow dancing

- ah yes. the typical rich boy activities. - but like even if he wasnt born in that class (GANG DONT TWIST MY WORDS IM NOT A CLASSIST WLANSISOS), he'd most likely still love doing this (idk theres smth about him that js makes me think he would love dancing) - in the kitchen, dimmed lights, his hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders, herb alpert playing in the background, and his lips on your forehead  - im leaving it at that :))

⋆˚✿˖° nagi seishiro - playing roblox

- typical nagi.  - what roblox games you ask? dress to impress. - he likes playing simple games at night. and those simple games dont include dress to impress :)) - buuuut. he still plays it because the satisfaction he gets from beating 12 year olds outweigh the stress he gets from said 12 year olds - he loves to duo with you - literally caseoh just more nonchalant - he also likes to play those 2 player tycoons :DD

⋆˚✿˖° shoei barou - baking

- his love language is quality time  - and what’s more quality than baking time >:D - hes not someone for consuming sugar at ass o’clock. but he’ll tolerate it bc it makes you happy :DD  - he has those #probakingskillz bc he used to bake TONS of stuff with and for his sisters (HE ALSO BAKES THEIR GIRL SCOUT COOKIES GRAHHHHHHHH) - you also make him wear those silly pink frilly aprons (you have matching aprons but instead of yours being pink and frilly its literally the opposite) 

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[etherealkissed88]

assume it done now, not in the future . • °

never wait or forget to assume u are ALREADY the desired version of urself in the NOW. dont think/assume: "ill buy this AFTER i manifest $1000" or "they would be crushing on me WHEN i get my glow up".

dont forget that the goal is to assume it NOW.

there is only the present and your job is to always claim your desire as done in the NOW.

DO NOT think/visualize from (embody/assume) the state of “waiting” for it!

DO NOT identify w the version of you who is not already experiencing it!

when you think about a desire, immediately see the world/think as the one who has it already. if not, (if you immediately think of it as the person who is waiting for it), dont stress, just shift into the state/embody the one who has it NOW. you manifest who you choose to be so thoughts never matter because they are part of the 3d, therefore they are always neutral. there is only the present so if you thought “im waiting until i get my sp to do this” 5 seconds ago, it doesnt matter because your job is to be the one who has it NOW. if you think about that thought you had 5 seconds ago, you are thinking about it in the NOW. there is only the NOW/the PRESENT. focus on getting into the state of having it already in the present moment. dont focus on what you thought of / assumed in the “past” because it has no effect on you unless you assume it does.

you are not making a mental list of things you want to manifest for the future, you are checking off the list the MOMENT you make the list!

do not be in the state of waiting for it. waiting for what when the only source of power is you? fulfill yourself the moment you want it. now you no longer want it, now you have/are it!

YOU DESIRE YOUR IDEAL BODY (as an example)

you go to the store and assume “when i get my ideal body, i will fit in all these clothes”

you stop and realize that by accepting / identifying with this assumption, you are voluntary being in the state of not having your ideal body yet and therefore, waiting for it.

since youre educated on the law now, you know that your job is to assume/know its done now! so you decide not to accept that previous assumption that implied youre waiting. you instead decide to shift into the mindset of person who already has their desired body.

what would they think? what would they do? how would they act? how would people treat them? how would they see the world? BE that person in IMAGINATION. visualize, affirm, do inner convos, use whatever technique you want to experience it in imagination. do it to satisfy yourself without worrying about the 3d. remove the 3d from the equation and focus on feeling good as you experience having your desire.

you imagine doing exactly what you wanted: buying pretty clothes from the store because you already have your desired body; feeling confident and free in your body and having fun trying out clothes and paying for them. once you are satisfied from imagining yourself confidently buying your perfect clothes to match your perfect body, you walk out of the store satisfied because you know you already have your desired body since you just experienced it and fulfilled yourself.

you didnt need to buy clothes in the 3d, you didnt need to physically walk in the store with confidence. you dont need to take any action in the 3d. you just need to know its done and fulfilled in imagination. once you are fulfilled, you will notice that nothing in the 3d matters because you really do feel that its done.

later on, you continue to embody the version of you who has that desired body. you imagine walking in school with those pretty clothes on your perfect body while your friends compliment you; this makes you feel confident in your body. you continue to be satisfied with this feeling, with this knowing.

make it yours instantly. assume it done NOW! manifestation is not a process, its a choice. you always choose to BE some version of you in the now. if you are waiting, its simply because you are being the version of you who is waiting. notice how you are always BEING a version of you? so assume it NOW, not in the future. there is no time like the PRESENT.

kisses, jani𖥔

[forsaken-headcanons]

Pre-forsaken guest 1337 deffinitly saw himself as a source of danger for people around him. I mean Bacon hair attacked the orphanage becouse of him, his friends might have been subjected to bullying becouse of him, matt has joined the army becouse of him(hell his parents were attacked on a playground, maybe if they didn't take him to play that day they would've still been alive). Those things are not his fault ofc, but with him most likely suffering from survivors guilt, well he doesn't see it that way(he blames himself for sure).

I think forsaken helped with getting rid of at least some of those thoughts. Killers don't target guest, most often then not he gets ignored and(from my expirience when playing as him) killers with more hours in game are more carefull around survivors that im bodyblocking(expecting a block most likely).

1337 does not bring any danger to others, not anymore. It makes him feel better about himself a bit

Also i hc his name to be wiliam(billy) bloxxer(from the male guest avatar that he is inspired by)(in the movie judging by rose's jaz's and zara's convo calling guest by their numbers isn't nice. Idk why 1337 doesn't canonicly have one)

1337 with survivor's guilt honestly feels so real. the killers unintentionally helping him overcome that feeling is so sweet! he then feels 1x1x1x1's entanglement and dies a second later /j

lowkey we feel like he'd be more of a bodyblocker back then on purpose since it was one of the only ways he could willingly put himself in danger that actually helps the team. oh 1337. pats him affectionately. he deserves so much grgrhjrghj

okya. @guest-1337-detecter. your food /silly

[cosmica-galaxy]

https://www.tumblr.com/cosmica-galaxy/780231625341550592/httpswwwtumblrcomcosmica-galaxy7802251982103?source=share

Ok gonna reveal it was me who sent this idea...

Now I feel like I need a fic of these shenanigans like I can also imagine (sharing ideas both for laughs and potential fic ideas...for either one fic or multiple...maybe one cookie sized human and one human sized...human. good at making senarios but not good with writing...also your writing is amazing and adored your last fic so ye!)....or im curious your thoughts lmao:

Idea 1, human sized human:

Human: *runs away screaming!*

Cookies: *runs away screaming!*

Human, looking back and realizes they are running opposite way: oh thank God, they must not be hungry! ^-^

*cookies suddenly pause...and have a convo that y/n can't hear because they are too tiny...said convo is cookies realizing y/n is more afraid of them then they are of y/n...cue turn around and suddenly start chasing!*

Human: NEVERMIND, THEY WANNA EAT ME!

*cue hilarious chase...like the cute video of the guy getting chased by ducklings!*

Idea 2, human sized human:

Gingerbrave: human, come down! We all worked together to bake you this giant peace offering cupcake!

Human: how do I know it's not poisoned to kill me?

Gingerbrave: y/n, none of us want to eat you!

Y/n: that's what someone who wants to eat me would say!

(Maybe cupcake is a peace offering cupcake oooor a trap like y/n says but not to kill em but instead put em into a deep sleep so they don't notice cookies climbing up to their safe spot.)

Idea 3, if y/n was a human who was cookie sized:

https://youtube.com/shorts/deMoAFNp9xk?si=e74Tf-3yPGMKWPuM

Gingerbrave: y/n, we see you behind that tree!

Y/n: no you don't!

Gingerbrave: YES WE DO! GET OVER HERE!

*Gingerbrave grabs y/n and tries to yank em out!*

Y/n: AAAAA GET THE HELL OFF ME!

Gingerbrave: IM TRYING TO HUG YOU!

Y/n: NO YOU WANNA KILL ME!

Gingerbrave: I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!

Y/n: I HEARD WHAT COOKIES DO TO HUMANS TO BOTH ASCEND TO GODHOOD AND TAKE REVENGE ON US!

Gingerbrave: NO YOU HAVEN'T!

*later, gingerbrave and y/n are chilling...eating ice cream while y/n is being held by a cookie.*

Y/n: ...ok, you were right, this is nice.

Idea 4, human sized human:

Gingerbrave: it's ok human, just come down...slowly...it's ok. None of us wanna hurt you...we wanna be friends too...see? We can all be friends together...

*at last...after the 3 days stand still...y/n slowly starts to get down and the cookies start to light up in glee.*

Hollyberry: it's happening!

Chef, running out of a tent: hey everyone, I finally found my knife set and my recipe for amazing meat pies in celebration of getting y/n down!

*y/n, hearing that and assuming THEY were the meat and not knowing the chef meant jelly meat, IMMEDIETLY scooted back to their spot, looking twice as paniked as before! the cookies all stared at the chef...like 'are you freaking kidding me right now?'*

Chef: ...oops? ^-^'

Gingerbrave: oh witches... -_-'

Idea 5, human sized human:

*one super strong cookie had lifted a tree and was now waving it at y/n...*

cookie: come on, come on down! Take the tasty tree!

Cookie 2: are you seriously trying to lure them down with a tree?

Cookie: you got any better ideas for treats? We already tried a (cake monster/cakehound) but they cried, saying they were too cute to eat...so we have to result to things that aren't alive or cute! Trees are neither cute nor alive so...

Cookie 2: ....we need a better lure. -_-'

LMAO! Like I said, there's a lot of various routes that these AUs can go down depending on the timeline.

The poor human is lost in a world where they believe that these sweet little inhabitants are "vicious human eating machines that take them down in packs". Then the cookies are like "OMG the witches are wondering around and trying to eat cookies in the world!!" and there's just so much confusion and tension and shenanigans. XD Depending on the size of the human, lots of things can be very different! It's mostly up to what you prefer or what you would believe will happen if something is a certain way. I do love these little idea nugget. They are such tasty snacks to me. <: )

[cosmicalily]

cosmic convos | @cosmicalily's not-so-fictional thoughts and ideas

hi angels, i wanted to pop on here and chat about something that i've been thinking about a LOT recently, both in relation to kpop and kpop fandoms, but also in real life! i don't normally like to make big statements like this regarding situations, as i'm a big believer in only talking about things i'm fully educated in and properly understand, not just things that make me seem like a 'good person' for saying. i'll be very honest; the stray kids fandom hasn't been my favourite thing to be associated with recently. i'm obviously not talking about the fans that i'm friends with, and the lovely people who follow me and interact with me on here, but the ones who continually keep taking advantage of people, and also just being downright disrespectful and invasive under the guise of 'care' and 'love'. the fandom has grown a lot since i first joined it back in 2021, which is obviously incredible for the boys, and i'm so proud of them. however, the bigger a fandom gets, the more toxic it can get, and unfortunately, due to the effect of conformity, the more that toxicity increases, the more it's normalised and practiced. i know a lot of people find a lot of love and comfort in kpop idols, and this is something that i totally support and have even spoken about before, however there is a level to which 'finding comfort' blurs into 'entirely reliant', which is not okay. having complete dependance on a human being, regardless of whether they're a celebrity and don't know you, or someone present in your day to day life, is a type of attachment that is not healthy at all, and i'm noticing it's becoming increasingly more normalised. of course, as people, we need support from one and other and can't be entirely independant, but there's also a level to which the expectations you put on someone to be there for you reach the point of exploitation. i think this line gets crossed far too frequently in kpop fandoms because we forget that they're not just a celebrity, they're a human. could you imagine being the sole source of comfort and protection for a literal population of teenagers? that's fucking nightmare fuel. i think there's also a massive issue in fandoms regarding both the victim and the hero complex. people feel the need to be the ones being 'saved' by someone, or feel the need to be the one 'saving' someone. this leads to jumping to conclusions, creating toxic expectations and overall intrusive behaviour that isn't fair on either end of the spectrum. i feel like people are genuinely lacking emotional intelligence these days, and are just posting things to make them look like 'good' fans, when they actually don't understand the situation or even care about it. if you actually cared about them, you'd listen and respect their boundaries, not push them to try and figure out 'what's wrong' or conspire that they're 'hiding something'. and, for the love of god, please stop trauma dumping on idols. they're not trained psychologists. this is not their job. providing care and love towards the fandom is fanservice, giving you advice on dealing with depression isn't. also, they're not fucking trained to give you advice, so not only is it unfair to them, it's probably not accurate. if you're really struggling, please go see a therapist, or speak to someone close to you. i know seeking support is hard, and it can be difficult to find the right people and trust someone enough to talk about it, but why would a stranger on the internet be any more effective? they don't know you, they don't know how to help. it's an awkward situation on both ends, and it won't be of any benefit to you or them. i fucking adore stray kids still, but i'm resonating less and less with the fandom each day. xxx, lils

[chanranghaeys]

📉 blunt

“They say keep your friends close…and your enemies closer. So I did.” “But why is it that when I got closer, you seemed less like an enemy…and more of something else?”

pairing: corporate!dino x gn!corporate!reader word count: 2.1k tags: angst, hurt, corporate competition, not friendly competition at all, almost office romance but asshole!dino happened? warnings: taunting, bickering, cursing, nsfw teasing, literal “not safe for work” stuff haha

a/n: this is for all the corporate working guys and gals out there. inspired by this video from the gose mag vol 2 shoot and a short twt convo that ensued with my moots and i hskdjfh

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“Thank you everyone for your time. See you all for the final presentation next week.”

You slam the lid of your laptop shut—gently—at that last remark from your project lead. This project would make or break the reputation of the whole firm and everyone felt the pressure and tension. No big deal, just millions of dollars, everyone’s jobs, and the name of every person involved were on the line.

You paused for a while to take a moment for yourself when you were broken out of your reverie by a blunt force hitting the back of your head. You look for the source and glare at the black laptop bag in front of your face. Of course.

You looked up and were greeted with a smirking face and an eye roll. He looked like an angel with his platinum blonde hair and playful eyes, but he was the devil in disguise if you actually knew him.

It took all your willpower to remain seated and not burst out. That would not bode well for your professional image with most of the people still in the meeting room. There’s always been tension between the two of you since this project started. And you both knew the exact reason why.

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You were tasked to lead the presentation during the meeting last week. It was an important one because it wasn’t just the team in attendance—the whole executive committee would be there. No big deal though, you were prepared and confident. You were wearing your smartest business attire, hyping yourself up because god knows how else you could get through that morning.

People started coming into the board room one by one. And in he came, as if he were the one commanding the room. The other guys came in their best effort, but he walked in wearing a tailored suit, somehow looking dressed down yet dressed up. And you knew he was in the room before you saw him. He took on a distinct scent, sweet but powerful, spicy and intoxicating. You glared at him and he gave a polite nod of the head in return.

“Good luck,” he said. His smile was full of goodwill, but his eyes were telling another story. His line of sight shifted from you to your laptop and back. An alarm bell rang in your head, but you couldn’t risk being rattled before it even started.

When the executive committee arrived, the president was expectant, looking toward his direction when they asked, “So who will be presenting the final proposal today?”

You projected your voice to take back command. “That would be me,” you said with a winning and confident smile, and you began. You breezed through the presentation with ease until you reached the part discussing the budget.

“Something seems off with the figures.” The chief finance officer narrowed their eyes and reviewed the document in front of them, comparing it to the presentation flashed on the screen.

What the… They were right, there was something off. The numbers were wrong and made no sense, and the executive committee was here precisely so they could see the bottom line and make sure it was logically sound with the proposal. Shit. Why didn’t I see this before?

“If I may…”

“Ah, Chan.” Your project lead signaled you of the happenings, looking at him with a questioning look. “What is this?”

“Well, I reviewed the deck before this meeting and actually saw this coming.” What? Your smile as you looked at him was tight—civil and seething. “Sadly, there wasn’t enough time to revise the presentation before this meeting, but I can point out how the numbers are supposed to add up.” He met your gaze at that last line as if mocking your incompetency.

He stood up and started talking, pointing out the flaws in your computations. But he didn’t stop there. He continued to point out other flaws in your presentation and how those contributed to the wrong numbers. He didn’t stop. Almost as if…he planned this from the beginning.

You two were assigned to complete the final proposal and you’ve both been working on it for weeks. Believe it or not, you actually liked working with him. He was smart and knew what he was doing, and he was naturally good at it—Too good, you think to yourself sometimes.

But when your team lead assigned you to present and finalize the whole thing, he suddenly became competitive, hard to reach, and infinitely harder to collaborate with. His sudden 180-degree change did not make any sense at all to you, until today. Until you saw him presenting in front of the executive committee, engaging everyone in a way that you did not and could not.

I am his number one competition and he thinks he is better than me. He thinks I don’t deserve it. But that’s what he thinks.

Once the presentation meeting was over, you made your way to the employees’ locker area. With everything that happened today, you needed to breathe. You couldn’t stand the congratulations Chan was receiving, the ones that were supposed to be yours.

You found your way in front of your locker and opened the lock with ease. You didn’t know why you did that though, as your locker was empty save for a spare set of heels and a photo of you and your family attached to the back of the locker door.

He was in the room before you saw him, that sweet and spicy scent following him around wherever he went. The only time you acknowledged him was when he was standing to your right, leaning on the lockers and looking at you with an unreadable expression.

“Why are you here?” You greeted him with a side eye.

“I thought you could use some company.”

“What makes you think I’d appreciate your company?”

Chan shrugged. “You always used to like my company.”

“That was before you became an asshole.”

“I’m hurt. How could you call me that when I wanted to give you my congratulations?”

The scoff you let out echoed throughout the room. “Excuse me? You knew what was going on back there. You knew there was something wrong, and I’m willing to bet my ass that you’ve known about it for days—maybe even weeks. And you did not bother to tell me for reasons I cannot fathom aside from you being a selfish son of a bitch.”

“Ooh, the slander.” He breathed in through his mouth with an audible hiss. “I can raise this up to HR as degradation.”

“Oh, boo hoo. Suck it up the way you do with the big bosses. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? You think you’re way too good to be at the same level as I am that you would go as far as almost sabotaging a presentation like that with this unprofessionalism.”

“Unprofessional? Who the fuck do you think saved your sorry ass back there?”

“Saved? You could have saved it by being cooperative in the first place and those damn numbers wouldn’t be a fuck up at all!”

You jump when Chan leaves your side and slams your locker door shut. But you are unfazed and laugh. “Wow, that’s so mature Chan.” But when you turn to face him, he remains there, his left arm caging you against the lockers.

“Chan, get the fuck away away from me.” You push against his arm and chest but he resists, instead folding his arm to frame your face with his forearm and pinning you effectively to the lockers with his height. He towers over you and you attempt to look up at his piercing gaze.

“Chan…what the fuck are you doing?” His perfume washes over your senses with his face and neck mere inches away. He arrived at the locker area more dressed down from the meeting, his coat and necktie gone and the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up. His argyle sweater vest hides a glint of silver from around his neck.

It takes all your willpower to meet his eyes in this close proximity. And you were both daring to do so, knowing that this was an area secluded from the rest of the office.

“Do you remember when you first arrived here, all bright eyes and smiles during your first day?” Chan’s eyes softened for a bit and matched the hushed tone of his voice. You could feel his breath on your face, smelling sweet from a breath mint. “One look at you and I knew why you were hired. One look and I knew you were special.” He raised his hand to slowly, painstakingly brush away a stray piece of your hair, before slowly tracing a finger down your cheek. “One look...and I knew you were dangerous."

“What are you doing?” You whisper as his finger continues to follow a line down your neck and to your shoulder.

“You were dangerous. You were a threat. Instantly, I knew that this new hire would rob me of the years of experience I toiled over in this company to reach my position when you just got it in the blink of an eye.” As he was speaking, the line continued like a livewire of sensation down your arm, to the side of your torso, and finally rested on your waist “How dare you?” When he said this, he tugged at your waist and closed the already minimal distance between your lower bodies. You take in a sharp breath.

You dare not move any part of your body, but he continues. He leans in to whisper to your ear, “They say keep your friends close…and your enemies closer. So I did.”

You briefly close your eyes and remember your first days at this company. Chan was one of the first people who made you feel welcome with his warm smile and infectious laugh, accompanied you during lunch breaks, and taught you the ropes. But you could never forget the mornings in the pantry when both of you would wait together for the machine to churn out the freshly brewed coffee. You stood beside each other in silence when no more topics could be shared, and day by day the distance between the two of you grew smaller and smaller—until the backs of your hands could almost touch each other, until your pinky fingers could overlap when you both set your hands on the counter.

Chan’s voice broke your reverie when he said, “But why is it that when I got closer, you seemed less like an enemy…and more of something else?” His other hand moved from against the lockers to delicately cradle your neck while his lips moved from your ear to hover over your lips with the tips of your noses lightly touching.

You couldn’t control yourself anymore. Your hands move on their own accord, one holding onto his hand on your neck and the other fiddling with his collar as you grab on his silver necklace to pull him as close as you can.

Your open lips touch his and remain there, hovering in an unresolved kiss. You share each other’s breaths as they both quicken and you feel him against your thigh. He tightens his grip around your waist and pulls you in until there is no distance between your bodies. Your heartbeat is in your ears, ringing with desire and a rush of blood to your head.

“So who am I, Chan?” You say this against his lips. “Who am I?” You feel his hand on your neck pull you in and you briefly see his eyes flutter and close in anticipation.

In a brief moment of weakness, you consider giving in. But you kept a rational mind, and the bruise to your pride and ego was all it took to hold him tight and force yourself away from his cage. He stumbles and hits the lockers that brace his supposed fall. Chan looks at you with bewilderment and sexual frustration evident on his face.

You look back in confusion and with pain in your eyes, hoping they mirror the pang in your chest containing the pain and hurt that your professional self could never show. Maybe you could have shown it if things went differently, and maybe you could have shown it to him. But the cutthroat nature of your jobs would never allow it—he proved it in front of everyone earlier.

“Because I know who I am. And I am not someone you just play with and screw over.” You fight back the tears in your eyes. You could not show weakness, not now. “Suck it up. And play this game right.”

You fix your disheveled clothes and hair and turn your back to him, walking away from him and wishing you could do the exact opposite. But there was no other choice in this matter.

[sombrashe]

cinnamon apples dealer!ellie

dina's part | abby's part | masterlist

content ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ lowkey player!ellie, butch!ellie, drama getting worked out, weed mention & usage, reader is mentioned to have been passed around like a blunt, not edited, lowercase intended

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currently going for a bachelors in astrophysics

dina's ex & reader's "ex" best friend

sells anything given to her by dina for a little extra money

"I have to talk with speed racer over here before you go. Alone."

dina looks over at you with a sympathetic glance before nodding and exiting the room. you open and close your mouth without a sound. glancing back at the dark haired woman she's now man spreading like you would saunter over a sit between her legs. folding your arms across your chest you study her. you don't intend on moving from your spot by her bedroom door.

"So."

"I'm not starting this convo Ellie, you wanted to talk to me so do it."

"What's crawled up your ass?"

"What crawled up yours to make you say another woman's name in bed?"

"You know damn well I didn't mean it."

"Didn't hurt Dina any less."

"I said I was sorry."

"Okay."

you roll your eyes and go for the handle. you hear the bed creak before the slightly open door is shut closed again.

"I need your help."

"As if. What? Can't shag Cat anymore so you're crawling back to Dina?"

"Ew, don't say shag. Second, no. I need help with Abby." every letter seemed to physically pain her. you frown and turn coming chest to chest with her.

"What could you possibly need my help with? You know her better than me."

"I need you to go undercover."

"This isn't a Curtis and Viper movie, Ellie. Plus, she knows who I am and that I get all my shit from the source."

"She does which is exactly why it needs to be you."

"What? You need me to sleep with her and ruin her empire while she's snoring?" she looks at you with wide eyes like you cracked the case. "I'm not sleeping with Abby."

"Oh come on, it wouldn't be the first time you slept with a dealer."

"Yeah one I was, and still am btw, friends with."

"So we're friends again?"

"I wasn't talking about you."

"See! You're perfect for this."

"I'm gonna leave."

"Fine. Fine. You don't have to sleep with her, but I really do need your help. She's taking my sales."

"So what, she's Dina's main dealer."

"That's exactly my issue. I should be her main guy."

"But you're not anymore, are you?"

"You make liking you really difficult."

"And you make a room feel tiny."

"What does that even mean?"

"It means back the fuck up."

she does, her hands coming up like a white flag blowing in the wind. you rub your hand down your face and contemplate your options. on one hand, you can leave right now with dina and act like this never happened. on the other hand, you can agree and see what other crazy schemes she comes up with. taking a few extra moments after your decision to really digest it you give her a single nod.

"Fine, but if I don't like anything you say I'm out of here. Like, immediately. Understood?"

"Crystal."

you open the door and peak your head out into the living room. dina is sitting there scrolling on her phone until you call out for her. popping her head up she starts to give you a smile until she notices your sour expression.

"Need me to come in there and beat Ellie up?"

"No, I'm good on that front. Actually, I'm gonna stay here for a little while longer if you wanna go ahead and take our bags back to the dorm."

"You want me to carry these all alone?"

"Sorry. Yeah."

"Ugh, fine, but you have to promise to tell me everything."

"Pinky."

she hops up and hurries towards you before shoving her pinky in your face. reaching out you interlock them. she gives you an encouraging smile before gathering your haul in her arms and sauntering out of the apartment. clicking the door closed you join ellie on her bed. she's in the middle of rolling up and gives you a side look. crossing your legs she pauses to pull at the fabric of your sock.

"Spongebob? What are you twelve?"

"Dina's not that far away."

"Fine. I do have another idea. You go and tell her to back off."

"Why should I? You can easily do that."

"It'll soften the blow if it's from you and Dina definitely won't."

"What do I get if I do this?"

"Gratitude?"

"I need more than that. Half of what you make."

"Bullshit." she barks out in the middle of licking the joint closed.

"If I'm running the risk of Dina finding out, which she defo will, I'm gonna need half of what you make."

"How do I know Dina won't find out I had something to do with it?"

"Because I'm not an idiot and know not to just go 'Hey Abby, Ellie said you have to stop selling around Hill Hall and the Sorority Houses and." she cuts you off with a cough and a wave.

"I get it. Do what you have to do, just make it believable."

she hands you the lit joint and you take a deep inhale. smoke tickles your throat and you let out a light cloud. it swirls around your head and dissipates into the ceiling fan. another hit and you're handing it back.

"I always make it believable."

"Pervert."

"Go fuck yourself Ells."

"Ohhhh Ells, you're warming back up. You missed scheming with me." she hands off the joint and you follow routine as you spoke.

"It's going to take a lot more than a joint and some banter to make me like you again."

"It'll happen."

you stop smoking when you can feel the heat of the cherry burning your fingertips. she continues smoking until the roach becomes a roach. flicking it into her ashtray she checks her phone before turning back to you with a lazy smile.

"Better get going, you know Abby goes to bed by nine pm."

"Kicking me out right after you finish? That's just like you."

"Gotta keep my image."

"Have fun stewing in here."

"I always have fun."

you roll your eyes and pat yourself down to account for everything. exiting the room is like being hit in the face. stale air is replaced with the soft scent of chamomile. giving cat a curt goodbye you slip on your shoes and exit onto the sidewalk. slipping out your phone you give dina all the details. you absentmindedly walk west while typing a reply. you and dina come to an agreement that you will ask abby to step off some specific hot spots of ellie's and you'll help abby find new sell spots. stopping you look up, willett hall, abby's dorm. sighing you open the door and enter the building.

[crxlrei-888]

LOVE AND DEEPSPACE HAREM

PART TWO

@crxlrei-888

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PART ONE : https://www.tumblr.com/crxlrei-888/773746879716589568/love-and-deep-space-harem?source=share

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 violence

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"You've got to be kidding me, Gideon!"

Caleb exclaimed into his phone, his voice echoing through the quiet living room. His eyes darted towards the gift box you held in you lap, your fingers lingering over the silky bow that had come undone. "You bought a VIBRATOR for your girlfriend!? Thats what you had me waiting for at the mall!?"

"Oh shutup!" Gideon's voice rang on the other end, " now I don't have a gift for (GF/N)!" "You call a VIBRATOR A F*CKING GIFT!?" "LIKE I SAID CALEB, MAN! SHUT UP!" "Now my poor pipsqueak is scarred for life! No thanks to you!" "You're both damn adults -" "(Y/N) has it in her hand! Do I seem happy about that!?" "I mean, shouldn't you be?"

Caleb pauses a little, his voice hitching a bit causing your heart skipping a beat at his reaction. He turns around in case you were listening in on the convo but you acted like you were in shock at the vibrator.

He rolled his eyes, trying to keep the irritation from seeping into his voice. The line crackled with his friend's laughter on the other end.

You looked up at him, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson.

You had been daydreaming about the naughty possibilities of the mysterious gift in your hands. The vibrator you had just found was definitely not what you had been expecting. You cleared your throat, trying to regain your composure.

Caleb ended the call abruptly, his grip on the phone tightening. He took a deep breath, his mind racing. How could Gideon be so careless? He turned to you, his expression a mix of embarrassment and annoyance in his tone but hidden with a smile.

"Look, I'm sorry about that," he began, extending his hand for the vibrator. "It's obviously not for you. It was supposed to be a joke for Gideon's girlfriend."

"A joke?"

Caleb grimaced at the question as he looked in your innocent eyes.

With a tremble in your hand, you handed the vibrator back to Caleb. The cool, smooth plastic felt foreign between your fingers, and you couldn't help but imagine the sensations it could have provide.

Imagine... Caleb's eyes locking onto yours and using the vibrator on you...

The buzz of it would fill the room, an erotic scene unfolding between you two. And when he would bring it to your clit, the vibrations wouldve sent shockwaves through your body. You would've gasped, your back arching as the sensation hit you like a bolt of lightning. He'd watched with rapt attention as you'd writhed beneath him. He increased the speed of the vibrator, watching as you wouldve panted and squirmed, your body begging for release. He'd continue to work the vibrator, prolonging your climax until you would be a trembling mess beneath him, your legs shaking and your body limp with satisfaction.

Urgh. If only!

You bit your bottom lip, trying to push the thoughts aside as you watched Caleb place it back into the box. The air between the two of you thickened with an unspoken tension, charged with the sudden presence of something so intimate and unexpected.

"It's okay," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. "I guess it was just a mistake."

Caleb nodded, his eyes flicking to the box before meeting yours. "Yeah, a big one." He couldn't help but wonder if you was as affected by the mix-up as he was. He felt a strange thrill in his stomach, a sensation that was both disturbing and exhilarating. "But..." He took a step closer to you, his hand reaching for yours. "Let's just pretend it never happened."

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and your allowed yourself to be led back to the couch. You sat down, tucking your legs underneath you. Your mind was racing, a tornado of confusion and excitement. What if Caleb had actually bought it for you? What if this was his way of bringing something new into their relationship? The thought made your heart race, your nipples hardening against the fabric of your tube top.

He sat beside you, his thighs brushing together against yours. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Guess i messed up the surprise. Any guesses what my gift couldve been?"

The sound of his voice, so close, so intimate, made goosebumps travel your skin again.

Guesses on his gift? You were busy guessing what could've happened in the vibrator dilemma if the two of you were already dating!

Your thoughts kept drifting back to the vibrator, the way it looked, the way it felt. It was as if the little device had cast a spell over yoi, igniting desires she didn't even know you had.

"Caleb," you began, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nerves. "Can we talk about what just happened?"

His gaze dropped to your lips, and you could see the hunger in his eyes. He licked his lips, and you felt the heat pooling between your thighs. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked, his voice low and gruff, before turning his gaze away from you.

You took a deep breath and placed your hand on his chest. "I want to know if you've ever thought about... you know... using something like that with me." The words fell from your mouth in a rush, and you felt the blush spread across your cheeks again.

"N-I-N-No." Caleb stuttered, shaking his head as he remained looking away from you. After a moment of silence, he meets your gaze.

Your (E/C) eyes narrowed suspiciously and you crawled onto his lap causing him to flush red at the sudden confidence and audacity you had. You sat, legs on either side of him as you made yourself comfortable facing him. "Do I not make you think things like that?" You whispered with a look of defiance at the fact that he was lying. You looked cute. Adorable with puppy eyes but a feisty attitude and the fact that your pants was now almost invisible for his eyes. "It's getting la-" Feeling something of his twitch. "I love you." The words shot out, cutting him off as you confessed, "That's why I ask." Your eyes met each other's as Caleb's eyes stared back in disbelief. Almost a pained yet relieved look marked his facial features. His hand cups your left side of your face and you lean into his comfort. "Say that again..." "I love you Caleb." "Again." "I... love you." He stares lovingly into your eyes a mix of desperation tinging the aura around you. He was stunned but accepting. "I love you too... always..." This made your face flushed and your heart was beating at an exhilarating pace as you pulled his face in and smashed your lips against his. Your fists scrunching his shirt desperately. He sinks into the sofa at the force but handles himself by bringing you closer. Your chest squishing to his, his rough hands gliding up your legs to squeeze your butt. As you push away, a string of saliva links the two of mouths temporarily. His and your gasps for air filled the room, his chest heaving with every breath and his eyes were fully fixated on you.

"Crap... you changed alot pipsqueak." Caleb brings his thumb over his lips.

"I...." You whispered shyly, "Didn't think... was it too much?"

He grabs your chin and leans up for another kiss. A deep passionate kiss and he bites your lower lip hungrily.

"Nope," he says tugging your lip, "It's everything I dreamt of. Should we continue?"

He squeezes your butt more and glides his hands up your waist, his eyes looking for a hint of permission.

"How far will we continue?" You teased, tracing his collarbone.

A smirk tugged his lips, as he pressed your clothed entrance over his erect, your breath hitched a little.

"How ever far you want to go." A sense of comfort and understanding in his voice as he pressed his forehead against yours.

Caleb effortlessly maneuvered through the living room, carrying you with a gentle yet firm grasp. Each step he took was calculated, ensuring that the journey from the couch to your bedroom was as smooth as possible. The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow over your entwined bodies as he laid you down on the plush mattress.

You both took a moment to appreciate the gravity of the situation, your eyes locked onto his as you began the sensual dance of undressing one another. His hands trembled with excitement as he reached for the waistband of his boxers, revealing his arousal that had been straining against the fabric. It bobbed up and down as it was released, standing tall and proud in anticipation of what was to come.

The sight of Caleb's cock sent a jolt of electricity through your body, and you couldn't hold back a soft gasp. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he took in your reaction. "Looks like my little pipsqueak has grown all up," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

With a predatory grace, Caleb positioned himself over you, his muscular form looming above. His fingers traced the contours of your body, sending shivers down your spine as he asked for your consent once more. "Are you absolutely certain you want this?" His question hung in the air, loaded with the weight of what was about to happen.

Your body responded before your mind could fully form words, your hips arching up to meet him, a silent plea for more. "I'm ready," you managed to whisper, your voice barely above a breath.

Caleb leaned in, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss that sent your heart racing. His tongue danced with yours as his hand moved to stroke himself, the sound of his skin sliding against his cock a symphony of desire. He was preparing himself, ensuring that he would be fully ready to give you everything he had.

His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of hesitation, but all he found was an eagerness that matched his own. "I want us to always be this close," he murmured, his voice a dark promise of what was to come.

The anticipation was unbearable as he positioned himself at your entrance, his cock slick with his own arousal. He pushed in, the head of his shaft parting your folds, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. You could feel the heat of his desire pressing against you, urging you to accept him.

As he pushed further, you felt yourself stretching to accommodate his size. Caleb paused, watching your face intently, making sure that you were comfortable with every inch that he claimed. Your walls tightened around him, a silent invitation for him to continue.

He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, drawing out every sensation. You moaned, the sound a sweet symphony in his ears, encouraging him to go deeper. Caleb's thumb found its way to your clit, and he began to rub it in slow circles, the pleasure building within you like a crescendo.

You could feel yourself getting wetter, the slickness of your arousal mixing with his pre-cum, making it easier for him to glide in and out. Each stroke was a declaration of his love and desire, a silent promise that he would never let you go.

"F*ck, you feel amazing," Caleb groaned, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. His eyes never left yours, the connection between you two growing stronger with each passing moment.

The pressure grew, his strokes becoming more insistent, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. You gasped, your body writhing beneath him as he claimed you completely.

"I need...I need to c*m," you begged, your voice shaking with need. Caleb chuckled, his eyes darkening with pleasure.

With one last, powerful thrust, he sent you spiraling over the edge, your body convulsing around his fingers. He watched as your eyes rolled back, your mouth open in a silent scream, savoring the moment as your orgasm washed over you.

When your tremors subsided, Caleb withdrew his fingers, the glistening digits a testament to your pleasure. He took a moment to admire your flushed skin and the sheen of sweat that covered your body, a look of pure adoration on his face.

With a smirk, Caleb coated his cock with the juices of your climax, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The sight was intoxicating, his shaft shiny and hard, begging for release. "Ready for the main event?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr.

You nodded, your body more than ready for the final act. Caleb positioned himself once more, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. He pushed in, inch by inch, filling you up until he was fully sheathed. The feeling was overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain that had you gripping the sheets tightly.

He began to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a steady rhythm that had you moaning his name. Your eyes never left his, the intimacy of the moment etched into every line of his face as he lost himself in you.

Caleb's teeth sank into his bottom lip, his eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure began to take over. You felt his cock pulse inside you, the promise of his release growing more intense with each thrust.

He leaned down, his mouth claiming yours once again as his hips picked up speed. Your moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of your passion. Caleb's hand found its way to your clit, his thumb flicking it in time with his strokes.

The orgasm built within you, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to last an eternity. Caleb's grip on your hip tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt himself nearing his own climax.

With one final, desperate push, Caleb released himself inside you, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. You felt the warmth of his cum fill you up, the sensation sending you over the edge once more.

Your body trembled as he collapsed onto you, his breathing ragged in your ear. His hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. He kissed your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispered sweet nothings that sent shivers down your spine.

Caleb's cock remained inside you, the warmth of his seed a reminder of the intimate bond you had just shared. He rolled you onto your side, his body spooning yours as his hand rested on your stomach. His fingers traced the curve of your hip, leaving a gentle, possessive mark.

"I can't believe this is happening," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and love.

You giggled, the sound lost in the aftermath of your orgasm. "Me neither." you replied, the words muffled by the pillow. Despite the exhaustion, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you.

As the last of his cum leaked out of you, the stickiness served as a reminder of the passion you had just shared. Caleb's arms tightened around you, his breathing evening out as he nuzzled into your neck.

"I love you pipsqueak," he whispered into your hair, the words a warm embrace that seemed to seep into your very soul.

"I love you too," you murmured, your voice sleepy. "Let's get some rest."

Caleb chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "Best idea I've heard all night. It was a looong day. And besides, I gotta get up early tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"Gideon's place. Gotta return his gift and get yours back."

"Ohhhhh. Okay. Mind if I come?"

"You came twice." He teased about the event that occurred between you almost seconds ago.

"Caleb!" You hissed threateningly, as you slap his shoulder playfully, "I meant if I can accompany you tomorrow!"

"Yeah yeah." Caleb cheekily says, "I'll get your gift back and you can hand him his personally."

"Absolutely not."

Caleb laughs but nonetheless kisses your forehead and agrees that you'll accompany him tomorrow.

And with that, the two of you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, entwined in each other's embrace, the scent of your love lingering in the air.

Authors Note: So... I was at a loss for which LNDS man to enter the story next - any suggestions? How about a poll? Also - can someone explain to me HOW THE HECK DO YOU PUT THAT LINK OF THE PREVIOUS OR NEXT CHAPTER WITHOUT SHOWING THE ENTIRE LINK !? I've been banging my head the last week figuring it out.

But anyways - Have a great day! Hope you enjoyed the story :)

[utilitycaster]

Following on the last answer you gave about Laura/Ashley.

What I'm stuck on is that this fear of making a mistake is not a new thing? They've been like this for all of this campaign, note Ashley not wanting to take the shard, Laura's constant fear of letting Imogen's mom stay on the moon, etc. And to a degree, I get it! Exandria is a pretty expensive and important source material - there's an Amazon series!!! - and it's scary to make any huge decisions in it. Additionally, I understand the feeling that there's something specific that the DM wants and you're just not getting it. But I keep wondering, how hard is it for Matt to sit them down and be like. Fuck around man, it's fine! (Or even the opposite! Give them some railroads, they're all over the place!) You know? It just feels to me that Matt can solve so many of these problems outside the stream with a quick convo and I'm so confused why that's not happening.

(I didn't watch this episode completely because the discussion at the end was giving me a very bad case of secondhand embarrassment due to how stupid it was. So if this happened and I missed it, feel free to ignore this.)

Yeah that is where I am at, and this is the MOST speculative I will get to the point that I'm making it nonrebloggable but my personal guess is that like. I watched a LOT of interviews at the start of C2, as a new viewer who was looking for more stuff (which...ultimately just resulted in a C1 binge) and the cast was at the time very cognizant of wanting to prove C1 wasn't a fluke and that they could tell another great story in the world with new characters. But they also prepped EXTENSIVELY for it; and also, in this case, I think a lot of the world was in a somewhat more nebulous state (ie, I think Matt probably had the concept of an ancient archmage plotting to release a god-eater possibly that far back...but I think Liam's concept for Caleb very much influenced the nature of the Assembly and gave Matt a place to put proto-Ludinus).

I think that with two campaigns under their belt, I don't want to say they rested on their laurels, because as I've said repeatedly the caliber of the vast majority of other things they've put out has remained high. But I think that because Campaigns 1 and 2 came together so well Matt might not have realized that Campaign 3, and his fairly specific intended plot, required more work and different work. Like, it required the level of planning and railroading you see for dimension 20 seasons. Campaign 2 could meander and focus on characters because the main goal it needed to achieve in a presumably 3 campaign story was worldbuilding, and I wonder if the fact that it diverged almost entirely from Matt's vision and still came out great obfuscated the fact that this wouldn't work for C3. Campaign 3 really needed to have realized and invested characters right out the gate with knowledge of the world. Like, I think it could have been solved with a conversation but I also think that there's been some sufficient "wtf" choices (bringing in Abu as the Arch Heart without any specific guidelines is one that comes to mind) that I wonder if the cast has entirely internalized how much this doesn't cohere narratively. And also, to be fair, I've played in D&D campaigns that didn't have a great plot or really any at all but I was having enough fun hanging out with my friends that I didn't really care, and since we weren't being filmed it didn't matter. It's a lot easier to see this stuff from the outside, is my thought. I don't think it's hard in terms of time and effort, but also, I know I kept thinking "oh HERE'S the course correction, finally!" pretty much up until the last ten or so episodes. I wouldn't be surprised if he kept thinking "surely this will pull together."

[bluescreenvirus]

addressing sugarydeceit's claims against chaosblast ❕

*cracks fingers*... heh.. okay... lets get right into it (im so tired.)

"chaos used kiwifarms as a source of information and excuses it."

nah, what happened was that chaos had been sent the kiwifarms by someone as a possible place for evidence of its other bad behavior. we were not aware of the nature of the site, nor who the creator of the thread was. we took a quick glance and pretty much concluded that the site was a shitty, 4-chan esque incel site that was vile. chaos never used the site for any of his evidence and hasn't touched it since.

now, for the dm conversation, it's lacking a bit of context. bill (chaos' headmate) had been talking to sugarydeceit for a while by the time kiwi was brought up, and it was talking in circles and trying to entrap him with very "waffles v. pancakes" type arguements. bill's reference to the kiwifarms was referring to how sugarydeceit cannot completely dismiss screenshots of its own posts as invalid evidence just because bad people are the ones who archived it. we didn't use any of the screenshots in the kiwi as evidence due to the nature of the site though, it was just bill making the right point at the wrong time.

"chaos has never addressed the kiwifarms claims to the public"

sighs. yes we have! chaos and i have actually addressed this to the public multiple times now! this would be about the third time maybe? you can see in these screenshots below we make our stance very clear on it at seperate occasions:

chaos ALSO apologized directly to sugarydeceit for simply looking at the article, and while his tone was frustrated cause it was actively blackmailing me, the apology was geniune. (this full convos and context of the blackmailing can be seen in the "blackmailing" section of the document.)

"chaos got information from its rapist"

this is not true AT ALL. my assumption is that sugarydeceit is possibly talking about the time a user chaos and i had never seen before vaguely mentioned a "victim" of sugarydeceit's. unfortunately, in a later reply in which chaos was never notified of, the person offhandedly mentioned that this "victim" was really sugarydeceit's rapist "liebe." when chaos had the reply that he hadn't seen pointed out to him, he immediately ceased any interaction with this person and it never went past this reply chain:

(notice the lack of a like + reply on the post mentioning liebe, vs the like and reply on a later reply. chaos still isn't sure of why that happened.)

other individuals who had hurt sugarydeceit / associated with liebe had also attempted to interact with us, but we were not friends and once again ceased any interaction upon hearing they have associated with the rapist. we would NEVER want to associated with disgusting people no matter how much we may hate sugarydeceit.

we have also apologized for these accidental interactions publicly in the past as well:

(this tweet was also in the context of it actively gaining the support of freakycarers, and it trying to dig up evidence of chaos' time being abused in the zcp, which i why i was so upset with it.)

i'm gonna reblog this w/ a part two. because i'm on mobile and it only allows 10 photos per post 😪😪