#also my brain refusing to work like a normal human for once

[jillianrose305]

BEN Drowned with pure reader who is his light.

Ben drowned x pure reader imagine.

[I didn't expect people to want the EJ post I made with different charecters] so - I'll try my best. Also since the ben charecter is like 11-12 I'll be making him 18 -21 because I refuse to write about a child. So he will be more of a demon then a ghost I geuss?.. and he will be a bit more mature. Once again with the slender mansion because it consumes my brain. Loser / slight incel ben. I'll try to keep reader gender neutral

Everyone was used to BEN gaming in his room or in the living room challenging silver or red to another match of Mario cart. But recently he's started not letting people enter his room. Jeff thought it was because Ben had bought another weird body pillow or something. Slenderman never interfered because BEN wasn't lacking in his work or missions infact he was doing better then before.

BEN did his normal BEN thing coming through one of his various electronics that adorned his room. You rested on his bed wearing some form of nerdy pajamas. After all he wouldn't have it any other way. He always picked out the softest ones. "Ben!" You called out with a cheery demeanor. He quickly finished appearing to excited to worry about wiping off any extra shocks and just hugs you tight. Your hair If you have it frizzes up slightly and you jump at the spark but giggle and hug him back.

"Missed you so much.." He hummed his voice smooth but static like electricity. His arms tighten around you holding you tight enough to make it clear you can never leave but soft enough to show he cared. As you innocently smiled and ruffled his golden blonde hair. It took everything in him not to kiss your lips.

"How was your day Ben?" You asked playing with his hair letting him rest against you like his human pillow. He had always made sure you were well fed so you were perfect to lay on.

"Same as always....some prick trying to do a review and prove that it's not that hard for master gamers like himself. Like dude it's my game and it's haunted! And you still play it! They're just so dumb!" He hugs you tight his eyes showing small error messages as highlights in his pupils. When you booped his nose he zoned back in his eyes clearing up. You giggled. That giggle...that sweet laugh it's what reminds him to stay sane. Well somewhat. He held you impossibly closer face buried into your stomach.

"Love you Ben!" You hum ditzily. Maybe you were stupid,or naive. But Ben didn't care. You were his light. One that was brighter then any it his screens. Just you,him,and his insane amount of geeky merch.

You were his. Only his. He wasn't a monster or BEN_Drowned. Or Benny boo as his fangirls would say. Just Ben. Or Benji. Never Benjamin. Benjamin had died long ago. But in your arms he felt alive

[mrstsung]

My unpopular mk opinions

These are my unpopular opinions,venting,and genuinely how i feel about mk lore and characters.

This is just my personal opinions and feels ok? If you do not agree nor like. Then this post IS NOT FOR YOU! so keep scrolling down. (I can't believe i have to remind people of common sense and how to use their brain functions.)

But yeah. Here they are. It's a long one.

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Ok like i said a but long. But bear with me.

• Im sorry but liu kang x kitana can not realistically happen. At least for long term. They both have too much going on. Kitana has a whole realm let alone her own goals too separate from liu. And no offense guys but liu kang said he wants out in several stories endings. So a peaceful,quiet,normal lady and/or spouce is what he needs. Away from kombat,away from mortal kombat especially. So yeah....sorry guys. But your little fantasy of liu kang being with some badass warrior chick is just that. A fantasy and a boring one at that. Liu kang just needs a simple honey by his side. (This goes for liu kang being paired up with any of the known established lady characters)

• Speaking of which,liu kang should've retired. Not become a god. What was nrs thinking?!

• Kung lao should've been champion and the new chosen one. But y'all allergic to good storytelling.

• I could say so much about the lady characters. But I'll keep it short. Unfortunately guys,sexism exists. And it's affecting men too so if they actually eant people to enjoy fighting games. Dont make your lady fighters like shit and only eye candy. Let alone make them broken because your too lazy to program good movesets for them that actually work.

• Ah raiden raiden raiden. Where do i begin? First,they screw you over AGAIN. they take away you're whole ass personality. Nrs  only pretends now to actually gaf about you. And most of that is lip service. Shall i continue? You should've been retired by now. And not to mention they defang you for plot and treat you like shit as well as your mains. That pretty much covers it.

• Shang tsung my baby sweetheart,look at what they do? Do people care about your character? No. They dont. They never did until you looked lioe a pretty boy band hack. And no offense....they brought back the irl goat shang tsung himself,for what? Only to mock us fans and tease us with the false promises of something actually good? Yeah. Sadly i feel this. Tho i appreciate all of shang tsung's incarnations and iterations. Cary hiroyuki tagawa IS shang tsung to me. And honestly the only one worth mentioning. Because he's honest to god skilled in his craft. Im not saying this out of fandom,to butter his toast nor nostalgia sake. I genuinely feel he does shang tsung like nobody else does. Look guys alan lee is ok. But i feel he NEEDS SOMEONE TO WRITE HIM SOMETHING BETTER. Honey plz let me write for you! I know what shang neeeeeeds!

• That being said. Im sick of people saying shang tsung is eViL. When? Also is he tho? Anymore than anyone else in that world. Dude you're killing. And even if that wasn't a factor,there are worse guys. Shang tsung is actually compared to the likes of quan chi,shinnok,shao kahn,ONAGA,THE FUCKING ONE BEING ITSELF!?! shang's a fairly honorable and reasonable man. He is psuedo-immortal but he was once an earthrealmer warrior(idc what nrs says thats what he is end of story. Because thats what he was truly and it makes for a more compelling story) so unlike the other "baddies" he's the only really "human" one. So he's more realistic and relatable. Which honestly makes for a more interesting antag. Or even neutral character. Seriously guys,it's right there. Why do people refuse to see it is beyond me.

• Bi-han....you dont deserve what you're given. Im sorry.

• Same with mileena.

• Also mileena isn't some disease ridden floosy,isn't secretly shangs kid,she is a clone and an experiment and is a fucked up lil froot loop. She does get a heart of gold later and reconciles with kitana or should. But shang tsung hates mileena,sees her only a an object let alone just a pat on the back for a job well succeeded. Shes an experiment to him. Shao kahn sees her as a means to an end but an heir to be used. Sindel say milly as a daughter but the lesser one and only in high regards when kitana "disappoints" her. Sindel before and after the dark magic purge,was kind of selfish. She never hated her daughters,but she was arrogant. But that's just her personality. Anyways. Mileena is a clone/twin sister of kitana and deserves better and to be her own person and have her own agency. Sorry not sorry but i hate "fandom" mileena.

• Kung lao....my baby.....you deserve better. But you deserve to obliterate nrs for the mistreatment

• Sonya blade deserves to kill more. Let alone never be written by men ever again. NEVER AGAIN.

• We as fans deserve a good game. No gimmicks,not unnecessary dlc,full functional and FULLY MADE gameplay,no guest characters,no characters that was in the main storymode not on the roster let alone some pre order fucking only. No a fully good game. That has minigames to keep you busy. That has a fully open world krypt. A game WORTHY OF THE TITLE OF MORTAL KOMBAT!

I have so much more but....thats it for now.

[thelongestway]

Story 4, here we go. Tentative working title is "Roots and Branches" (ok, for once it's maybe not nameless, unless I change it later).

This one? Looks like it's going to be heavy on pop sociology, I apologize in advance. :P

Chapter 1: Allergies

Being in charge of security for humans travelling on two ships instead of one was incredibly annoying. Especially because once ART and Dandelion started to do their own jumps, I could only access feeds on one ship at a time during wormhole transit, and I had to do it so heavily shielded I could barely hold two processes at once. (And if one of them kicked me on accident, it would still hurt like the ships were hooved planetary fauna the size of a shuttle.)

(At least they wouldn't turn my brain into mush anymore on accident. Just leave it heavily bruised.)

(Probably.)

It was even more annoying that my stupid Preservation humans didn't just agree to travel with ART because they were supposedly doing "observation" and "research" on Dandelion's humans. (I thought they would object and make my life a hundred times easier, but no, of course her stupid humans didn't. Because they also got to do "research" on Preservation humans. Who also didn't object. There were two-way papers signed and everything.) Which meant that I actually had to let ART do its own security on those parts of the route where ART and Dandelion went through separate wormholes to throw off anyone tracking them.

(This was a good move security-wise, but also really sucked for me. ART and its crew had gotten pretty good at jumping, and ART even installed some air-gapped servers to help with data tracking, so they would be fine. And ART said it would be fine, and told me to stop being an idiot and go take care of my crew. My threat assessment agreed, so I did. But this was supposed to be our first mission together, and I was spending most of my time on board Dandelion. I felt like I was failing at my job. Again.)

You might also notice I put "observation" and "research" in quotation marks. This was because the one in charge of the observations was Thiago, who constantly insisted on doing incredibly dumb shit like picking a human and following them everywhere for a day, even for doing maintenance tasks he was completely unequipped for, or drinking mind-impairing poisonous substances with Dandelion's humans, and called it research. (And for some reason none of the other Preservation humans objected to this. Or Dandelion's humans. Or even Dandelion, who presumably knew this was a stupid idea, because she was a doctor.)

And the absolute most annoying part of all of this shit? When I told Thiago to restrict imbibing poisonous substances to areas without venomous fauna (which he just happened to be allergic to), he said the risk was justified by his research. This pissed me off, so I told him to show me a complete threat analysis if he wanted me to agree to that. Instead, he sent me a reading list that was several thousand positions long.

Normally I'd be fine with more reading material, but this was the worst-written media I'd ever seen, even after the fucking horror show that was Dandelion's training program, and I refused to read crap which had sentences like "systems of durable, transposable dispositions, structured structures predisposed to function as structuring structures" just to understand Thiago's stupid project, so I sent the list to Mensah with a complaint. She grimaced, then called Thiago in to ask him about his reasoning and tell him I preferred visual media.

Thiago apparently expected the query, because as soon as he walked in, he said, "SecUnit specifically said it wants to see a full justification of my work. I simply obliged. If SecUnit wants to understand the theoretical apparatus of the social sciences, then it can do the relevant readings up to the project level, and then we'll talk."

Mensah said (in her I-am-annoyed-at-you-on-a-professional-level voice), "It said it wants to see a full threat analysis, Dr. Thiago, not a 'full justification.' I would like you to keep in mind that SecUnit isn't a misbehaving student. It is our security consultant, and I will kindly ask you to help it do its job, not give it 800-year-old readings. Give it a proper layman's summary, and if it doesn't understand, then you can walk it through your reasoning."

"Dr. Mensah," Thiago said, just as annoyed, "I was the one who wrote the 'social threats present on board the Tenacious are not high enough to forbid a Preservation diplomat to travel with her family' analysis that convinced our planetary administrative board to even approve the mission in the first place. SecUnit has seen that analysis, and even signed off on it. It is simply being intentionally obtuse right now."

And you are intentionally compromising your judgment and physical coordination next to a source of deadly venom. I sent into their feeds.

"We are on a medical ship!" Thiago glared straight at my drone hanging over Mensah's shoulder for a second, then looked away, still glaring. "Nobody is going to let me die from a bee sting!"

(I suspected that even if the crew quarters weren't feed cut in the first place, Dandelion would have cut off this room just so she wouldn't have to listen to this incredibly stupid conversation.)

Thiago sighed, looked past the drone again, then addressed me directly:

"Look, SecUnit. I promise you: the moment an actual threat happens, I will follow your every command to the letter and dot without a word of complaint, no matter my own judgment. But if a group I'm interested in is meeting in a garden, I want to be able to participate in its activities as appropriate. Which also, on occasion, means sharing food and drink, some of which is designed to lower social inhibitions, which often makes interactions between unfamiliar parties smoother, which is absolutely excellent for my research!

"I do not imbibe enough to significantly impair my judgment, I have medication on hand at all times," he pulled out a pocket injector to wave it dramatically for the drone camera, "and, let me say that again, the ship itself is a doctor. There is no real threat. It is a two on the scale SecUnit provided us with if I drink the normal amount, maybe a four if I miscalculate. This is not enough, by any metric, to interfere with my study."

This was the most bare-bones threat analysis I had ever seen, but it was essentially correct (and I knew from prior data that Thiago did not lie about his behavior patterns), so I made a transcript of the recording, stamped it with a "threat assessment approved" message, and dropped it into Mensah and Thiago's feeds.

Mensah turned to Thiago and said, "Was that so hard?"

"Of course it wasn't! But a point needs to be made here," Thiago snapped, and turned to stare at my drone. "SecUnit, you cannot control our every move in completely mundane situations. That is beyond unreasonable, you're not a-"

"Enough." Mensah said with a sudden weight to her voice. Thiago shut up. Most people did, when they heard Mensah speak like that. "Thiago, your objection is noted, and I take responsibility for this decision. SecUnit, are there any more standing issues on your end?"

No, I answered in both of their feeds.

To Mensah, privately, I sent a list of small issues that were potentially dangerous when combined with other small issues. Just in case Thiago decided to be even more obtuse. She silently acknowledged and said, "Then I thank you two for doing your best to keep your actions reasonable. We're representing the entirety of Preservation here, people, keep that in mind. Let's get to work."

Thiago frowned. This was probably not the encouragement he'd been expecting. But somehow I didn't feel like I won this, either.

Ugh.

I acknowledged Mensah, then disconnected and checked my other feeds, including those being mediated through Dandelion. Which was when I noticed she'd been dedicating around half a procent of her processing power to me for a while. I just didn't notice because I was so busy having an emotion about Thiago being an idiot. I sent her a ping of acknowledgment, and she replied with a Query?

I really didn't feel like talking, so I just dumped a bunch of logs and materials into a workspace and invited her in to look for herself if she wanted to.

She sifted through the materials, then highlighted the location of the medical kits in the walls, and gave me access to her estimate of how fast a smaller drone of hers could get to a greenhouse ring from their standard rest spots. I asked to move a few of them closer based on Thiago's medical data that I had, and she silently complied, which made even the worst-case scenario fall to a green three out of ten.

For some stupid reason, this made me have an emotion. I swept most of the data from the workspace, leaving only Thiago's cut-off sentence and Mensah's clipped response.

There was something strange about that response. I could count the number of times Mensah used that tone with her team, including me, on one hand. (This was the tone in which she'd told me to "calm the fuck down" during the GrayCris extraction.) Why did she use it just now?

Dandelion hummed quietly, running some sort of estimate, but didn't say anything after she finished. I queried her.

It will be a guess, and you will not like hearing it.

I confirmed.

"You're not a prison guard," she said.

I ran her guess against Thiago's subvocalizations, and the match rate looked really fucking high. Thiago's rating among my humans was pretty abysmal already, but now he was rapidly becoming my least favorite non-hostile human. I took a few seconds to form a sentence that wasn't just "fuck you, Thiago" on repeat. (I decided to form the sentence because Bharadwaj said that emotions occasionally went away when you did that. And they actually did sometimes.)

He really doesn't fucking know what he's talking about, I finally said, twenty seconds later.

No oxygen rations, Dandelion said evenly. No kill switches.

(The tone Dandelion used usually made my threat assessment spike. It did this time, too, by the standard 2 percent. But I didn't really care right now. I was way too busy processing.)

No backbreaking labor, no lack of medical assistance, no full-cycle surveillance, I finished. The emotion didn't go away, but became even stronger. (Fuck you, emotion). Fuck him for even thinking that.

That was probably why Dr. Mensah did not let him say it.

Fuck him, I said again. Stupid idiot who's never been in a prison.

Dandelion swept the workspace clean, and placed a show in it instead. It was one of her medical disaster dramas.

This one is very unrealistic, she promised.

[stephiethewephie]

We Certainly Aren't in the Hundred Acre Woods Anymore: Chapter 3

IM NOT DEAD HI! Promises to not wait 3 months to make a new chapter again and instead 4 months past by IM SORRY!!! A CYBORG COWBOY BECAME A HOMEWRECKER IN MY BRAIN AND REFUSED TO PUT ME BACK! Also I've been burned out for a bit but still. I promise this time I will try to get the next chapter out within a month or less now that I'm back in the game. No huge promises though. Thank you again for your patience! You're all wonderful human beings and I appreciate you very much! I hope you enjoy!!!

HAVE A LOVELY DAY!!!!

The trip down was relatively smooth.

No other surprises, thank goodness. However, there were times when a sudden bump in the road caused Piper to jolt from her seat. Normally on these trips, Piper would fall asleep. Her headphones blocking the roar of the engine, the blasting of her dad's… interesting music taste, and whatever conversations her parents were having that she would always be shooed away from if she tried to contribute. Her Pooh bear giving her the comfort and softness she needed in this time where most of the familiar comfort and safety is taken away from her, her only solace. She would dream to escape the reality she was in. To live in the fantasy of her own world once more before everything crashed down on her.

However, this time, Piper could not even rest her eyes. The image of the fire she saw before still burning in her mind. She tried to convince herself that it was just her imagination. But, she had no idea why her brain would even fathom up such a thing. Especially with such realistic imagery. Her home, her woods, engulfed in flames. She was never one to believe in visions, but the possibility that being the case only filled her restlessness and anxiety. Would her woods still be here when she returns. She wanted desperately to tell her parents to turn the car around, to run back to those woods and never leave them again. But, that would only make them upset, and they would never believe her with the active imagination she has. Plus, her prevalent desire to stay in the woods would only make it seem like an excuse. So, she kept convincing and convincing before she finally put the image to the back of her mind. Yet it would still linger on for a while.

The exclamation of Piper's father saying, "we're here," snapped Piper out of a trance she didn't even realize she was in.

[666writingcafe]

Introducing Hell's Newest Arrival

So, these were two separate asks (possibly by the same anon), but I've decided to combine them, since I can see one iteration of M!MC working for both. And then I started thinking more about it, which has led to me giving this version of M!MC a name: Alex.

Alex is my first official OC. He comes from an alternative universe where Belphie is actually sent to the human world for the exchange program and the year goes by with (relatively) little incident.

Alex has a rather troubled past. He's incredibly intelligent, but he's also autistic. He used to be rather bubbly, but pretty much everyone in his life--including his parents--either made fun of him or punished him for his behavior. No one liked the way his brain worked; they said it was a distraction. That he was a distraction from what was important. Like, who wants to know about his interests? Do they pertain to what's currently going on?

Alex tried his best to be what people wanted him to be, but he would fail time and time again. He just couldn't get his brain to operate the way everyone wanted it to. One day, during the summer before his freshman year of high school, something inside him snapped.

Initially, people dismissed it as him going through an emo phase, since he behaved pretty much like one. He simply kept to himself and refused to talk to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary, and most of the time he was quite moody and snarky.

But then Danny came along.

Danny started attending Alex's school after winter break of sophomore year. He presented himself as a femboy and was quite energetic, and Alex thought the new kid would get bullied.

Instead, everyone accepted Danny. Adored him, even.

And it pissed Alex off. How dare they accept Danny when he acts the way Alex once did? It's not fair! Especially because Alex knows that if he started behaving like that again, people would look at him like he had horns growing out of his head.

And so Danny became Alex's target. The femboy didn't die, thankfully, but he came rather close. He just didn't know it, because Alex would take most of his anger out in secretive writing. He wanted to kill Danny, because he thought that it would kill his inner child.

The child that would constantly cry.

By the time Alex started attending college, he wanted more than anything to escape. He hoped that the exchange program would offer a good opportunity for him to do just that, and so he applied.

Lucifer initially didn't pay much attention to Alex's application, because there was lots of applications he needed to sort through, and nothing in particular stood out on Alex's front page. But when the wind scattered everything, Alex's application landed at his feet, and when he picked it up to place it back on his desk, several emotions hit him at once.

Wrath. Sadness. Envy.

Humans normally don't have the ability to transfer their emotions onto paper with enough force for a demon to feel them, and yet somehow this particular one did. And if the Avatar of Pride can feel them as if they were his own emotions...

Lucifer decides to actually look through Alex's application from beginning to end. By the time he was finished, he knew he found his second and final human exchange student.

Perhaps it's left over from his days as an angel, but he feels the need to protect Alex. If not from the world, then from himself, at the very least. Lucifer believes that he can help guide Alex towards a more positive mental state, because currently he seems to be only a few steps away from releasing chaos onto the world.

And if Alex is truly as powerful as Lucifer senses, then the demon would much rather have him as an ally than as an enemy.

[wreche]

Is there anything Vance finds comforting as Varner?

There are a couple of things!

To keep a long story short as a needed explanation and introduction ... (Oops, this got long, looking back...)

The "state" of Varner is a part of Vance but also not wholly him, in a way. Due to his past, his mind has warped into various states, three in total, to encompass various aspects of himself that he couldn't express, and that also were there to take over so his mind wouldn't shatter into a million broken pieces, enabling him to simply survive in life at the time.

Now, there's a group (in my stories) that are allies of Rocket but delve into other subjects that Rocket itself doesn't, like mind control and all that fun mental stuff, focusing on the brain and its workings. It's a screwed up group that don't tell anybody what they really do, not even Rocket, prefacing their research as something else entirely and obviously "only Pokémon related". Anyway. before Vance got locked up for all those years, he agreed to help these people and ended up getting into their little project, thinking it could help him make more allies and get recognition, which is something he craves because of his past. So as a TLDR, they toyed with his mind (I don't know the details yet) and one part of him named "Dire" surfaced and became in control of him as Dire is rather protective of themselves and thinks only of survival, as being a survival instinct in themselves. Because of his past, Dire is a very hostile person who thinks themselves almost like a hurt dog. They didn't trust the project but, after so long, finally submitted and became obedient under certain circumstances, i.e. when a certain phrase is spoken. So when Vance comes Dire, aka "Varner" as they dubbed them in the project, they act like a trained hound at someone's command. Dire is mute other than making noises, so once they realized that they aren't Vance and that the guy has some Issues™, they came up with what they called a fitting name, meaning "army guard". If there's nobody around to command them, depending when and where they surface, then they become reclusive and want to hide away.

And they naturally want to find any form of comfort.

As someone who pretty much sees themselves as a human-dog, they find comfort in smaller areas of solace, even going as far as finding that in dog beds, which Vance has one for his Lycanroc. They will sit in it but refuse to 'settle down' because there may be danger around, or they may get called on to do something. Plus, they are still a human, so a part of them finds it, well, stupid. But the mind is a strange thing and they can't help how they feel, and if they need to sit in it to calm down or feel better then they will. Also, Dire/Varner's mind works differently to that of a normal person, and while they do think it dumb they find comfort in a dog bed or the likes, they don't acknowledge it as much as a 'normal' person would. If anything, they just get that 'off' and wrong feeling that they shouldn't be doing it for some reason.

Both Vance and the state of Dire/Varner also find some strange comfort in wearing the dog collar. To them, it symbolizes being controlled, another Thing in their life; without control over them, they feel they may get lost or do something stupid, or get into hard trouble again, which, after going to jail, they rather want to avoid. It's also a case of when wearing it, which is pretty much all the time, they feel more grounded. Being dissociative, they need to feel grounded and guided, so the collar helps with that a lot. Vance just wears it and doesn't pay it too much attention, though is aware it helps, but Dire/Varner will touch it often to help them calm and feel more real. The softer inner part of the collar is also soothing to touch for them.

The last little bit is that, while the state of "Dire" is officially named Varner, it's drilled into the body's subconscious, so Vance, Dire, and the other two do react to the name and will, if awkwardly, answer to it. Vance accepted the name as a part of him, finding himself using it as a code name at times where needed, while also accepting that that name is who he is now in some screwed up aspect. So, you could say that the body itself is Varner, but also not.

WHEW. What a drabble.

[send-noodles-not-nudes]

Don't mind me, I'm just lurking (haven't replied to anything) but

Thinkin bout Adelaide and Bucky and the slow burn of their relationship

I've been working on revamping Adelaide's character form to include more information, and part of that is more info on her relationships with people, obviously including Bucky

But I've never actually stopped to think about their relationship since I haven't written a lot for them, so my only notes about it were that they go from being friends with benefits to "it's complicated" and eventually to actually dating

The thing that gives me brain worms is thinking about the actual process of that change

Adelaide's never been good with assessing her own emotions (unless it's anger. That one's pretty easily identifiable to her). She's also never dated someone and has kinda come to the conclusion that she might be aromantic because she's just never had the warm fuzzies for someone before and no one told her there's steps between aromantic and alloromantic. And yeah, maybe she's a little bit jealous of what her sisters have, but is that really her or is it just the effect of society telling her she needs a partner to be considered "normal"? (As an aside, this is exactly part of why she and Loki bond so quickly because they have a lot of shared thoughts/feelings/history)

Tbh their friends with benefits relationship really starts off as more "people who vaguely know each other with benefits". They're not really friends when it all begins. Over time, though, they get to talking and walls come down and they get to be more than just people with benefits. Once they know each other in more than just a physical sense, Bucky falls pretty quick. There's a lot more to Adelaide than meets the eye (even if Steve and Sam will never agree with him on that one), and he finds himself breaking her one rule of not catching feelings. Oops.

She's a mind reader, and even though Bucky's brain reads like scrambled eggs, she does eventually pick up on how he feels about her. Normally, she'd break things off with him, but she convinces herself that it's fine; he hasn't said anything about it or done anything to break her boundaries, so she doesn't care. Besides, it's hard to find a good booty call, and if it ain't broke, there's no need to fix it! She also refuses to admit that she's softening around him. Not many people get to see the soft side of Adelaide, but no one has gotten to see it as quickly as Bucky has.

Bucky's the one to initiate the change. He starts lingering longer after their hookups. One time, he lingers long enough that he actually falls asleep, and Adelaide? Has no clue what to do. After a copious amount of overthinking and maybe a smidge of panic, she ends up falling asleep as well. She wakes up with one of Bucky's arms around her waist and their legs tangled up together and is surprised to note that she doesn't completely hate it. They have a bout (led by Bucky ofc) of 50/50 chances of actually sleeping together after they've slept together until it's actually her who falls asleep first, for once, and then spending the night becomes a regular thing as she gets more and more comfortable with him. It's a weird feeling, but not unwelcome.

Adelaide doesn't know what's going on with her. She's never let something like this happen. She's only ever spent the night with someone before if there was alcohol involved, which is definitely not the case with her and Bucky. She has no idea what she's feeling, thank you, alexithymia, and no clue what to do about it. Is it good? Is it bad? Is she breaking her own rule about not catching feelings? CAN she even catch feelings?

Peter's the first person to call her out for her feelings.

Peter's her best friend and resident Special Lil Guy™️, and as such, has privileges no one else does. When he found out that humans call Locarians "Space Fairies", he immediately started calling Adelaide "Tinkerbell". He is the only person who can do this and not get punched.

Bucky heard the name at some point and decided to try it out one day, while Peter was lurking in the background doing whatever a Spider-Man does. He heard Bucky call her Tinkerbell and immediately prepared himself to web and catch whatever Adelaide was sure to throw at him, but... he never had to. You can imagine the sound his jaw made when it hit the floor. He's seen her slug her own siblings over the wrong nickname.

So, he calls it how he sees it and asks what's going on with them due to the nickname thing. Adelaide just lies (more to herself than him) and says it's only because they've gotten to the point in their friendship where she doesn't mind him using a nickname. Because that's totally all they are. Just friends. Maybe with benefits but the benefit isn't romance. Cue anxious rambles from Adelaide about how she's not even sure she can feel romantic things for people and Peter just hits her with "it kinda sounds like you're questioning your orientation. Maybe you should do some reading about it. Do you want help finding sources?"

Adelaide just "??? What the fuck are you talking about. You either feel the warm fuzzies or you don't. How is that even a question." and poor Peter wants so badly to facepalm but he patiently explains how romantic attraction is a spectrum, not just a "yes or no" question, just like sexuality is, and how he avoids asking how she figured out her sexuality without seeing that is beyond me bc he knows she's bisexual by her own admission but she doesn't take him up on the offer initially bc it's too overwhelming

Nat's the next person to call her out. She didn't notice anything specific like the nickname, but she realized Adelaide was unusually soft around Bucky, given that they hadn't known each other for very long. It takes a long time for any of Adelaide's walls to break down, so the fact that Nat could see them crumbling merely a month or so after the first time they spent the full night together (sober, anyway) means something. Hell, the fact that Adelaide even let him spend the night with her means something; Nat knows it's not something she's done before, and she definitely starts prying for details when it happens. When Adelaide finally admits that she usually wakes up with Bucky's arms around her, Nat can't hide her speculations anymore.

"You're really sweet on him, aren't you? Good for you; I think you'd be cute together."

It comes a day or two after her conversation with Peter and ends up being the push she needs to actually look into questioning her orientation. She (begrudgingly) lets Peter hit her with some facts and labels she hasn't seen before, and when she reads about demiromantics, she finally finds her label... and it scares the living bejesus out of her. She ends up completely panic texting Peter, who has no idea what to tell her.

"You're telling me I have to deal with ROMANCE? I don't know how to be romantic! And romance is hard; there's breakups and anniversaries and shit you have to remember! Why do I have to deal with romance?"

"Uh... I'm guessing this means you're not aromantic?"

"No! I think I'm demiromantic, and it's entirely your fault for making me realize it!"

"You're welcome???"

"Fuck you."

"Nah, that's Bucky's job. And I have a girlfriend."

"Peter. Not funny. And speaking of girlfriends, I think I need someone to teach me how to be one."

"Wouldn't that be a better question for your sisters? Or Loki? Or Nat? I'm a boyfriend, the dynamic is different. I think."

"You think I'm trusting them with this shit? No. You're my best friend. You're the only one who gets to know about this. Also, if you tell anyone else, I'm letting Wreckage eat you."

Thus begins a long spiral of Adelaide trying to figure out if she wants to date, and what it would be like if she does, and questioning if she's really demiromantic or if she's just getting in her own head, wondering how she's supposed to tell Bucky, wondering how it'll change their dynamic if she does, wondering if she's really reading his mind right or if it's scrambled enough that she's just making everything up about his feelings for her, thinking maybe it's a bad idea to change anything bc things are wonderful the way they are, so on and so forth

All the while, Bucky is just. There. In whatever capacity she needs and whatever capacity she's ready for. He could be a fuck buddy or a friend or something else, and he leaves it up to her to make that choice. He does see her slowly unwinding, but he doesn't wanna make her uncomfortable, so he leaves it to her to decide where things go.

They stay in the "it's complicated" phase for a ridiculously long time before Adelaide finally bites the bullet and asks him out. One of her siblings is getting married, and she's been told that most people bring a date to a wedding, so she asks if he'll go with her. He's almost not sure if she means it to go anywhere past that, until she tacks on an uncharacteristically quiet "and, y'know, if you maybe want a second date after that... I might not be against it."

Anyway I'm gonna go to bed but Adelaide and Bucky are my new favorite blorbos and I love them sm 💚

[jackals-ships]

JACKAL I must apologize I was like I WILL GO CHECK F/O LIST because I am not 100% sure which bot you ship with (<- did not care about robots until suddenly I cared A LOT) though I thiiink it's Megatron bUT sorry if I'm wrong fkdjashkj BUT BEARING IN MIND I HAVEN'T FINISHED S1...I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR SHIP(S) 👀 and perhaps read fic at some point if you are able to find it @goldenworldsabound

(<- did not care about robots until suddenly I cared A LOT) IS AN ENTIRE MOOD THO HFKF tfp is like some sleeper cell activation code i SWEAR,,, + ur all good !! i gotta fiddle w my f/o list a lil and then repost it bc i kept meaning to make minor changes an then forgor,

BUT ANYWAYS YES !!! he's also, hilariously, one of the f/os i have a physical lil guy of despite being not on my radar as long as like garrus hf

also a read more bc i woke up Rambly today <3

he gets to sit with the ponies :} bc he canonically likes mlp at least according to the lil ask Megatron bit + there was a whole comics crossover (2 I think actually?)

breakdown + knockout are also My Besties they started out as like kinda baby crushes <- local aro can't tell the difference between Feelings even in fiction more at 11 [lighthearted] before megs came for my braincell with the fuckin. steel chair HFJ so seeing you go 👀🥰 at knocks i was like FUCK YEAH LETS GOO !!! im dropping into his work station from the ships vents like oooo someone's got a cruuuuush ooooo you wanna be all (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）don't u knocks- (jackal is once again banned from the nemesis)

okay okay but; i rlly only have one fic Finished and luckily had the foresight to post it to AO3. it's a lil older so not totally in character + canon but still silly and cute hjfkd

NOW GETTING INTO MY RED STRING TERRITORY-

when i get into something with a lot of continuities i tend to kinda? squish em together? or take bits and pieces going >:3 my city now, so the jackal x megatron ship is Primarily TFP but ive also absconded with fun movie details (like megs being i think it was 30? 40 ft tall? Fuck Huge,,,,) and also bits of comics lore/designs (holomatter is an interesting concept and im chewing on Meg's as we speak. gnawing on his arm even-)

but regardless this ship is totally my Slice Of Life Comedy Hour Chill LoFi Beats type of ship HKF like im a sucker for darker stuff higher stakes but i think this one has 0 stakes

like. like jackal and megatron literally met because jackal enjoys long walks on the beach exploring places Away from the city and Generally Away From Ppl to just sorta vibe. and ofc the normal thing to do when coming across a Definitely Alien And If Not Alien Then Like Secret Government Ship is to walk away. NOT wander ur happy lil ass inside like :0 yooooo what do These buttons do

and then when you get kicked out instead of getting squished like the bug you shouldn't come back via the air vents. again. and again and again and AGAIN and AG- until the local alien warlord gives in and is like "yeah okay this is my life now ig???" (soundwave was totally helping them btw. he likes drama 😌 and also has his own human hi adri so he can't say shit-) (also I've never decided on the Actual number of times they break it, in my brain it keeps slowly going up jus bc I find the concept SO funny. pov you're an alien warlord worried you got alien rodents and oh no NVM it's the human again. FUCK-)

it's absolutely the slowest burn too bc Meg's Refuses to admit that he has a crush on the weird squishy thing that keeps breaking in (until he's decided they're dating. and doesn't bother mentioning this) while jackals just 🥰 hehehoho big robot friend who calls me scraplet and sweetspark and sometimes puppy 🥰🥰🥰 also threatened to kill any mech who was mean to me 🤔🤔 weird. aaanyways

THERE'S ALSO a running joke in my head of that "what do you have?" "A KNIFE" "NO-" but it's jackal running off with energon bc you can't SHOW ME a cool liquid and have me NOT want to drink it !! Just a sippy. jus a lil- we'll have the hospital on speed dial pleeeeaaaase-😭

anyways tldr jackal megatron is "I'm not trapped with him he's trapped with me yaaaay :D" and "robot google; weird fuzzy feeling in spark?? how to remove weird fuzzy feeling?? robot google human exterminator near me-"

[lmelodie]

TSCS Season 2 Episode 5

This episode...threw A LOT at me hard and fast, and me specifically. If you are also a fellow Council stan, you probably won't like this episode.

First, not too impressed that Cal is taking after his father and needlessly lying to Sandra to go fight Mad Santa. I love Cal, he brain really is empty, but come on dude. At least try rubbing your two braincells together.

I also keep forgetting that the way the lore is set up, Scott is the first and only human Santa. So, when it's said that Magus was Santa for centuries, I had to do a double take lol. Keeps throwing me for a loop!

Can't believe they got rid of Bernard YET AGAIN. IN A FUCKING FLASHBACK. It's almost funny how they've just given up on giving good excuses as to why Bernard can't be there. They just give him a mention and be like, "Yeah he's not here right now/anymore, ANYWAY."

And I wanna know why Bernard is at the very top of the maim list? What did he do that's worse than leading an actual coop? Good for him though, slay.

SO UGH!! My main beef with this episode is the fucking council! Because its utter BULLSHIT and completely out of character that they wouldn't help! I'm actually with Scott on this one surprisingly, you're telling me they can send Cupid to spy on him in his own home but not help the elves to rebel against a very clearly evil Santa???

They don't even give a good reason for it either! It's just a non-answer of "Legends can't interfere" which they most DEFINITLY CAN! Its bullshit! And I refuse to believe that the council would do this.

Like, you're telling me that this is the same council that seemed so sincerely supportive of Scott and his issues for the last two movies? The same council that came down to the pole to personally help pick up the slack in the third movie??? No, simply put I refuse to acknowledge that bullshit their trying to feed us, the council is nice and cares about the other members okay!

Also, I don't know how to feel about Befana being an ex-council member. I kinda liked her better as a cool forest dwelling Christmas witch that does her own thing and doesn't listen to a higher authority.

And maybe this could've worked better if there were any hints AT ALL to this being a thing, but it was never once implied up until this point that there has been any other council member's period. But of course, there wasn't! So, this development falls a little flat for me, not very impactful and a little jarring if anything.

He's a lemon...they turned him into a lemon. I can feel the years being taken off my lifespan...

And stealing the legendries powerful artifacts? NOT NECCESARY IN THE SLIGHTEST. Especially stealing cupid's arrows when normal arrows would've worked just fine! Are these arrows benign?? Are these gnomes gonna start falling in love when they wake up? Does the council currently know about all the stolen shit and have forgiven the elves and Befana? Do they STILL not know that this happened??

Also, really didn't need to use the arrows and sleep dust if you had Mother Nature's WIND AND LIGHTNING. LIGHTNING!! You couldn't win a battle with the actual (ill gotten) forces of nature???

This might be what I need to start drafting that hate fic. The spite fueled one shot. Because god damn there is so much petty CRIME happening here committed BY THE GOOD GUYS.

I don't even know how they're gonna possibly wrap all of this up, I am so tired.

[lustfulchaldea]

So how did Baobhan finally get Percival to, as the youths say, 'take her to Poundtown'?

Did she finally craft an innuendo that reached his brain or did she just stand in his room wearing nothing but her heels and a sign that says 'Fold me in half and fuck me like a life depends on it. Because it does.'

The thing Sith has learned about men is that they're never ones to take what's offered, unless it's when you're not being genuine. She's offered so many of them the same thing she's offering Percival, just with a 'your head goes in my collection after' bit implied, and all of them ate it up like candy.

However, when she's throwing herself at Percival in a way that she'd usually find incredibly humiliating, practically begging him to dick her down like she's some common whore, no strings or conditions attached, he doesn't take the bait even a little! It's an embarrassing blow to her pride as a woman, sure, but it's mostly her pride as a seductress in particular that's taken a hit.

Though, given who Percival is, perhaps she should've expected the resistance.

Holy Knight of the Dove, Knight of the Round Table, and just generally nice and upstanding guy...Usually, not the person she'd even go for to begin with, especially now. She's no stranger to fucking whoever she wants, but something about Percival makes her chase him. What is it?

Is it the fact that she's straight, and the other two men in Chaldea are that shrimp of a doctor and Mandricardo, while Percival is...well, a giga-ripped hunk? No, that's not it. Sith knows she's pickier than that, and she knows his face vaguely from Fae Britain anyhow, which would usually drive her lust for someone into the negatives.

She's very unsure about it, but she decides to brush off that feeling. She wants the dick, he can give her the dick, and she needs a better plan. Then, she realizes.

If showing these off isn't enough...maybe he needs more...stimulus. They're contained a bit, after all, and even as skimpy as she's made it for the purpose of seducing him, it's not all the way. Maybe...maybe there's no more time for the game. The hunt. Maybe it's time for a direct approach.

If she does this, she runs the risk of ruining her entire reputation as a seductress, to the point that it may never recover. She runs the risk of embarrassing herself because of a human, all because of this burning heat inside her is unquenchable and unreachable by any means that aren't a Grail Knight's massive dick screwing her brains out until she's comatose.

Normally, if something had this much of a risk of embarrassment, she'd either just flat-out not do it or ask her mother. Asking her mother about sexual advice, and sexual advice that was relevant to a Knight of the Round Table at that, was probably not very smart, though. At worst, it could end up starting the feud back up again.

But.

She wants this. She needs this. So all bets are off. Her flame can't be quenched without this dicking she so thoroughly deserves, and she refuses to let something like pride get in the way of this.

It's go time.

"I'll need to find a good board...~"

The curvaceous fae goes off to hunt for wood (of the actual kind for once), humming an evil little ditty to herself as she does.

'If this doesn't work? Nothing will.'

---

That evening...

"Guh."

He's rather tired tonight, if he can be honest. Spending all day fighting can be invigorating, especially with his king there to help, but when you also have to spend a large deal of your free time cooking...it can really wear on you after a while.

"Perhaps it's time for bed..."

As he slowly walks down the hall to his room, stretching his arms, he considers what he'll do tomorrow. It is a weekend, after all, which means that he can probably spend some time with his king, or getting to know Boudica more so that he can be more of a help in the kitchen.

That sounds nice.

He reaches his door, typing in his passcode confidently. It's an easy thing to do once you've been at Chaldea this long; They're only 5 numbers long, after all. But each one is unique.

CHIK. Sliiiide.

He steps inside, flicking on the lights...

"Wh-"

"Haah...hnnnahhh...PERCY....~ You're back...~"

Baobhan Sith is in the middle of the room, staring up at him with eyes so full of love and lust that they ought to belong to a woman who's been starving. A maiden who's been without her beloved for months, if not years, and is only now getting the chance to properly inform him of how true her love for him is.

"I've...been waiting for you...Percy...This fairy whore's been waiting so long for you to make her happy..."

She's naked, massive bust squashed between her arms as she palms the floor, leaning towards the door with a delirious smile on her face. Her mouth hangs open, exposing the slutty cavern that lies beyond her plump lips with every breath. Her massive tits, testaments to sin, are entirely exposed for him to see, plump pink nipples topping the doughy mounds of breast fat. They ooze over her arms as she starts panting, framing the board she's got hanging from her neck.

It's all yours~ All of me~ It's yours, so make me stupid for you~

The message is clear, and combined with her face and the fact that she's literally begging on hands and knees, it's no gag. Baobhan Sith, with one cheek bouncing off the other every time she shifts her hips, wants Percival the White to destroy her dignity, intelligence, and independence on his cock.

"I-...ah...hwh...You...truly?"

Percival's words almost cut Baobhan deep, but she knows they're genuine. He truly worries that she's been coerced into this slutty, baseborn display that could only be done by a brainless slamslut. It's so heartwarming that she almost wants to reclaim her resolve for just a moment, if only to assure him that this is what Baobhan Sith, the woman, wants more than anything. She can't even explain why, but that is the honest truth.

But she can't. She sees something bulge in his pants, despite his concern, and she knows that he wants her too.

That all this was the right call. That this is how she gets what she wants.

That means she has to be honest in the only way she can.

"Aww...it must be so hard...Your fat fucking cock, so pent up from never getting to let loose...You'd never think about harassing any of these women and using their porn-suited bodies for your pleasure, would you...? No, you wouldn't...~ You're a proud knight, after all."

She coos as she takes a step towards him, on hands and knees as her lips purse.

"It's okay, though, Sir Percival. The stress can go away...You don't have to bury these lustful feelings under all that chivalry anymore. You have a bitch to empty them into. It's not sin...It's not bad...it's just your right as the person I belong to."

Her lips spread, and the smashing of her fat flanks against each other only intensifies. She's drooling now, hearts forming in her slutty gaze as she reopens her maw.

"So use me, Sir Percival. Use this fae skank, and make me fall for you."

"..."

No words are spoken. He's stock still, door finally closing behind him as he gapes at her. But in his eyes, she sees understanding. Recognition. Acceptance. In her brain, so dulled by her own lust and centuries of agony and disdain, she dimly recalls that, when someone looks at her like that, she feels joy.

This really was perfect.

---

WHAM, WHAM, CLAP. WHAM, WHAM, CLAP. WHAM, WHAM, CLAP.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP-

"Nhhhhaaahhh....OOOHHHHGHHHH...!~"

Baobhan's Sith's face can only be described as stupid right now. Utterly braindead, as the fattest cock she's ever seen pummels her womb. To say that Percival is crushing her cunt is an understatement, because after 8 orgasms on her body, he's finally absolutely obliterating it.

Lain on her back, eyes crossed as she drools up at the ceiling lights, Baobhan Sith is covered in cum. Her face is only bare of it because she greedily lapped it all off. Her breasts are coated in thick white batter. Her stomach, lightly bloated from all the seed she's chugged down, is also painted that same shade of white. Even her hair, currently fanning out against the bed she's being railed upon, is coated in Percival's nut. She'll be brushing it out for weeks...

Percival is a virgin, that much is clear. Baobhan Sith knew that...but she also knew what being pent up like he was does to a man. And how, in a state so built-up and needy, they'll do whatever gets them off most. Virginity status matters little then.

"OooGHAAAAA!~ MHORREE- AHIIIII!~"

Her back arches as he impacts into her hole at another, entirely new angle. Her legs are practically useless, crashing against the side of the bed as his heavy hips brutalize her own.

She can feel the fire inside, flaring and broiling, start to fade with every impact into her deepest core.

"Gnnhhh...GHHH....Haaa!"

Percival, for his part, is only baring clinging onto reason himself. He's literally never experienced this before, and is only doing as well as he is because he's not the one being dominated. He sets the pace (even if he's discarded it a while ago out of pure fervor), and he takes control.

Currently, he's pistoning in and out of Baobhan Sith's sopping cunt, face entirely red as his balls clap against her rear. It's been an hour, maybe two or three (he can't tell), and he's unsure if he's about to run on empty. Or if he's gotten close to empty at all.

But what he does know is that he's about to blow for the ninth time that week, right in the most greedy cunt to ever exist. Some part of him knows that he shouldn't do that. Even if Servants cannot get pregnant, even if there's no risk or downside to letting his cock burst inside this undulating, gushing fuckhole as he crashes into her cervix, part of him still wants to pull out.

"Baobhan...! Ghhh! Going to...!"

"Huuuogggh...?! Nnnnhhhoooo!!!!"

Faintly, her mind remembers that it can do more than just produce bitch-tier moans while she gets the brattiness slambred out of her. Faintly, it processes his words. Faintly, it panics.

Quickly, before Percival can draw his hips back, the Archer wraps her thick thighs around his back, ankles clacking together as her plump legs squeeze around his waist.

"Inside! Pleaaaaaseeee!~"

She doesn't even let him respond before her back arches again, and she pleads into his ear with the sweetest voice she can manage.

"Don't...you want to leave your mark on me? For all to see...? Your child...?~"

Everything goes still. Percival stops thrusting, and Baobhan stops crooning and groaning. The only sounds are the sticky schlaps of Baobhan's hair pasting itself to the bedsheets.

For a moment, she considers asking the man that just turned her into a 0-iq dickholster if he's okay. Contemplation must be hard for someone like this...but the moment she opens her mouth-

"NGHGGHHHHHH....!"

Ah. She understands now. There was no contemplation at all. Just the ecstasy that comes with losing oneself to pleasure.

She throws her head back as she feels herself flooded with thick batter, tongue lolling out once more as that feeling of utter stupidity enters her brain yet again. This is right.

"GHHHHOOOOOHHH!~"

She desperately bucks her hips into his, craving more of that hot jizz in her deepest chambers. She passionately squeals and moans with every rope spurted, and her eyes cross as she reminds herself.

Daddy...Daddy. Daddy.~

So, all in all...

It went rather well.~

[xnotyourdarlingx]

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Hello ! It's Aries again ! Currently, I'm searching for somebody to write for The Last of Us with. I would love to write my OC against Joel Miller ! While I have not touched the second game yet, I've played the first one and have started watching the show (because, come on, Pedro Pascal). So I am willing to write Ellie when she's older because I will never write for / against a minor. Willing to write Joel Miller, too, as long as he's written for me in return.

All of it will be done over Discord and anybody I write with must ( considering I'm 21 ) be 20+ ! My writing style is semi literate to literate with the flexibility to mirror whoever I'm writing with. We will discuss any triggers beforehand so nobody is uncomfortable ! It can be the normal storyline or an alternate universe where the outbreak never happened—and I am more than okay with side roleplays that are AU based if we stick with the main storyline.

Please reach out to me if you're interested or message me on Discord (tag: starri.eyed) ! Just make sure to include your name, age and that it's for this roleplay.

Writing sample under the cut !

"Understandable. Your body running on adrenaline until it's close to giving out on you but your mind refusing to shut off," a chuckle accompanied Yue's sympathetic statement—bitter and despondent. Learning to acknowledge the way your mind shifting through a million dark thoughts is normal and accepting it are two entirely seperate concepts. Yue's struggling with the former, even though they've seen no progress in developing a cure for the virus, and this has become commonplace.

Regardless, getting to a normal life after experiencing too much brain-altering trauma sounded impossible. How do you go from witnessing the fall of humanity to asking somebody if they passed that important exam they had last week? Yue no longer believed herself capable of forming a bond with anybody. At least not in the capacity that was so normal when she was in high school. Now it was all 'did you come across anymore infected' and intolerable silence. One that conveyed what everybody probably wondered. Why did this happen? Has God abandoned us? Did clinging to religion help sanity recede slower or did people recklessly abandon it all after realizing no loving God could allow their children to be subjected to this much torture?

It's pleasantly shocking to hear the stranger's acceptance. Although they're residing in Jackson City where everything's relatively more relaxed—shaking off the survival instincts that you've had hardwired into your brain is arduous. Yue's stifling laughter at the comment. "I've got a funny way of talking? Mind you, I've been pressured to excel in my studies from a young age so accomodating my vocabulary to - " The woman pauses with measured caution. "Let's just say I wanted to be a nurse. This conversation could be a whole lot worse. Besides, you're the one who's got that Southern accent. Mind you, I love Southern accents so it's not a slight against you but..." A semblance of a smile is playing on Yue's lips. "Do you also have strange sayings and wear those hats that have a bunch of etiquette? And go to rodeos?"

A downfall to interacting with Yue is the incessant talking—except it's mainly when she's working through nerves. Meeting a new person who's related to Tommy's for sure going to enhance the initial anxiety. Of course she won't treat him extra special for it but it might destroy her to be kicked out of this community. Especially once you factor in the conditions of surviving outside Jackson City. It is Heaven for a world like theirs. Yue nodded, however, playing it off all casual. "The night skies can make it easier for people and infected to sneak up on you but we work it to our advantage, as well. Not that I blame you for taking a disliking to something so beautiful that can be weaponized against us... It's a shame. Astronomy is wonderful. There are many stories attributed to the constellations."

Yue pondered at Joel's introduction and with hesitance, outstretched a hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Joel Miller. I'm Yue. Ming Yue. I heard you came in with a girl. Does she happen to be your daughter?" Subtly observing Joel's physical appearance—Yue mentally notes the glaring age gap as seen in his graying hair. "Always better to have more helping hands. My guess is you're experienced on the field, right? Sounds like you're stuck in permanent survival mode. Which is not a bad thing and - no, wait, I'm not meaning to call you old. Sorry. You don't look that old." Now would be a good time for her to shut up, actually, before she insults him any more.

"Let's... Focus on walking now, before I say something that's.. Unintentionally rude."

[thispit-thelame]

So it's the height of the holidays and I'm really drunk and im cashing in my one (1) post a year to publicly post/vent about my life. Almost made it a whole year since my last, but alas. Putting this under the break since it might run long and no one wants/needs to see this shite. I'd use twitter since no one actually sees my posts there but twitter has well and truly broke for me so fuck me i guess lol

So within the last year or so ive realized that I have almost undoubtedly have Audhd (Austism-adhd, for those who dont know). Ive suspected ADHD for a good long while, but the Au itself is a recent epiphany.

Even more so, for about a month or so ago now, I've realized that I just don't *know* how to be human. This isn't therian posting, or plural posting, or whatever have you; This is a cry for help. I have finally realized that I just do not know what it takes to be "normal," to be "human". The stress of keeping myself alive from day to day alone is nigh unbearable, but also, I'm just so, *so* fucking lonely, and Im far too old, enough to the point where this genuinely feels like a fucking damnable failure. I just don't know what it takes to make/keep friends, and it feels even more like a failure in this age of internet; its utter ease of communication.

No one texts/dms me. No one asks to hang out/play games. I moved a literal 1000mi away from a previous hell, towards whom I've considered dear friends, and despite all of that, I haven't heard from most of these people in months. I wont deny that me being a bit of a recluse hasn't had its affect on this, but fuck bud, I wish i would at least be in peoples thoughts. Its to the point where I almost miss my previous hell. At least there the climate agreed with me, and i hadn't decayed into the pale emaciated bastard that I am now, despite working in a dank and dark warehouse for inhuman hours, and living with dogshit family.

And returning to the whole "i dont know what it means to be human" bit: Its not for a lack of trying. Ive tried to reach out to friends, ask if they wanted to hang out, either irl or online, and at best I get an "im busy," if I even get a response at all. Even just resorting to sending people memes/animal pics that I know they'd enjoy rarely gets a response.

I've been the person to dm/text people to ask how their day is going, I've been the person to ask if others want to hang out, I've been the shoulder to cry on, time and time again. and it always fades away into ghosting or an arms length relationship at best. I've no doubt that the Audhd way I go about things/how I am more attached, more delighted, to be around others than they are to me, but fuck, *fuck* dude, I wish that for once in my shitty life someone else felt the same way about me. I think about my friends every day, and every day Im reminded how little i matter to them

The autism alone would be bad enough; stressing over even the most banal of shit that keeps me alive is a hell in and of itself, but the ADHD is worse. Its so much worse. So, so much worse in that is treatable, and that there was a point in my life that I couldve gotten treatment, if it wasnt for my dogshit upbringing. I genuinely cannot describe the *actual living hell* that is severe unmedicated adhd, how you want, you *need* to do things, simple things, and your body, your brain, just refuses to do them.

I am running out of money. Plain and simple. For the last 2 or so yrs I have been living off of savings that I have accrued from my last hell of a job. I am NOT asking for donations, or help on that front. Im not saying it wouldnt help, but im not asking for it, i dont want it. Unless my Adhd magically recedes, and I can get a job that pays at min 900 a month, I will be dead well within 6 months. Its not a threat, not a plea, its just a fact. I dont want to be a burden on my roommate, who has been a literal savior and saint to me, and im sure as shit not asking family for help. I'd rather off myself than ask for their help. I guess the point of this all is proof, a record in case I do, that no one can say it came out of nowhere. Fuck this country and my family for how they treat mental health. Fuck this country and my family for how they treat queerfolk and minorities, especially trans people. Fuck this country and my family for how they prevented me from being who I could have been

Things couldve been so different, especially as the golden child, and i still find myself here in the rot beneath the leaves. Fucking gods i long for, I fucking miss the fucking leaves. Damn the heat. Damn the concrete. I miss the norht. I miss the fucking wooded northh.

[roses-in-the-shade]

Submas Born By Death AU Part 4

Want to go back to the beginning? Here's the link to Part 1!

Previous post? Here's Part 3!

So how does PLA happen? Like this:

Arceus spotted a wild Ghost Ingo

Arceus looks at the mess that is Hisui a couple hundred years in the past and comes up with a GENIUS idea.

Hear Arceus out. Nobody really knows about Ingo. Ingo will only be missed by a few people. Arceus SWEARS he'll put him back when he's done. No, really.

Arceus: kidnaps Ghost Ingo

"Lost soul-"

"My apologies, but I was never lost. Perhaps there's been a misunderstanding."

"AHEM. Lost soul. I propose a deal to thee. I wilt gift upon thee a new living corse for yourself, so yond thee may liveth a happier life with thy family, nay longer did force to encave from thy peers.."

"I find that I am rather content as things are, actually."

"IRRELEVANT. In exchange, thee wilt assist me and mine did select hero to unfucketh a time paradox in ancient Sinnoh."

"What. No. I am not agreeable to these terms."

"Too bad. YEETETH." (I don’t actually intend to write it talking like this. But this is funny too. Also, Shakespearean translator is very useful.)

Ingo gets to be alive, but at what cost. :')

PLA resumes as normal.

Ingo still doesn't have his memories in PLA. Since his memories prior to Hisui are bound to his very soul, rather than stored in his new neuropaths in his new physical brain, he's unable to remember anything without something familiar to jostle them loose.

Arceus: "WHOOPS *looks away* I'm sure that'll fix itself. Maybe."

Meanwhile, in modern day Unova, Emmet one day wakes up without Ingo's familiar presence to be found anywhere. (He has to urgently hire another Subway Boss under the guise of overwork.)

Emmet finally mourns his brother, who technically died the day they (he) were born.

Their parents believe that Ingo finally moved on, content that Emmet found a stable and happy path in his life. Emmet refuses to believe that. They worked towards everything together. Ingo was convinced there was no End terminal in Emmet's life and in his own unlife. Emmet is ABSOLUTELY certain that something happened to Ingo. He just has no idea what. And he has no idea how to find him. How do you track down a ghost?

The Pearl Clan find Ingo passed the fuck out in the Icelands because it literally never occurred to him to seek shelter. Or eat food for that matter. He is a very confused, very lost man. And he is a puzzle and enigma to his rescuers.

For once, he is now rightfully the local cryptid of the clan. Or maybe just Hisui in general. Man does not know how to live like a human being and is somehow more comfortable interacting with pokemon. He has glowing silver eyes, what in the FUCK-

Arceus: "Oh shit maybe there's drawbacks to using divine powers for creating a human body for a ghost"

Bla bla bla, Ingo becomes warden, meets protag, red sky incident, yada yada yada, this happens over the course of about maybe three years. Don't worry about the timeline for now. :)

Next post? Here's Part 5!

[actual-changeling]

If this weren't my own post I'd feel about about the reblog I am about to write because this will get long—but since it is, I do not.

Let's dive into it because I think there have been a few misinterpretations.

… This doesn't make sense. That's like saying their relationship is toxic or abusive bc ngl, using love as a way to control another person is fucked up

Yes and no. I would not say it is about love itself but more about the expression of it, and while it can be abusive, most of the time it's simply an unhealthy part of a relationship dynamic that the people involved need to work on.

If two people get into a fight, one might be upset and withhold affection that is otherwise a normal, daily thing. There's a difference between needing space to process and think and refusing to listen to your partner to sulk in a corner, to kick them out of the bedroom, to not offer them a kiss when they leave for work for no reason.

In people's brain withholding affection is seen as an appropriate punishment for causing negative emotions. Does that automatically make that relationship abusive? No. But it's not healthy either. I know exactly what it looks like when this is part of an abusive dynamic and it's not pretty.

Aziraphale doesn't use it as a carrot or a stick. Aziraphale can't control Crowley any more than Crowley can control Aziraphale.

Yes, technically the opportunities for that are equal, and yet Crowley seldom tries to manipulate or control Aziraphale, while there is canonical evidence that Aziraphale does it with Crowley.

And Aziraphale not knowing love as a comfort — like he does. He's probably the foremost occult being who knows what comfort feels like.

Love as comfort—mostly for himself. When he does offer it to Crowley, however, it is conditional. Just look at the first argument they have about Jimbriel, Aziraphale not only refuses to take his concerns seriously but also kicks him out. The message here is very clear: If you do not do what I want then you will no longer get the comfort I allowed you before.

There are many good aspects of their relationship, of course there are! However, there are also many unhealthy and outright bad parts too, and they are such an intrinsic pert of their dynamic it relies on those to function—which is bad.

Crowley would not be half as obsessed as he is with Aziraphale if he wasn't bringing him refuge and safety and companionship and comfort.

To a degree, yes. But once again, there is canonical evidence that Crowley does not and cannot trust Aziraphale with emotional matters. Look at season two: Aziraphale constantly and continuously degrade his fears, any attempt at talking about them is either met with dismissive annoyance or "you're being silly".

Everyone is always on about Crowley not talking to Aziraphale about his trial in heaven, but if you were in his position, would you tell him? Would just sit down with the person who yes, is your friend and who loves you, but still calls you a demon, evil, a liar? Who has no concept of falling and hell and historically hasn't taken you seriously when you tried to explain it?

There are different levels of safety and comfort, and they have some but not others.

"it was never heaven and hell keeping them apart, not really. unless they disturb the cosmic dials they are more or less allowed to just live." no the fuck they weren't.

Yes they were left alone. They were. It's right there in canon.

There has always been an apocalypse on the horizon, but in the six thousand years leading up to that? Heaven in particular did not give a single shit unless it interfered with their plans, e.g Job and later the Anti-Christ. While Hell cares about collecting souls and have a way tighter grip on Crowley, heaven is so far removed from earth and what he is doing on earth that they couldn't blend in with humans even if they wanted to.

Aziraphale's qualms about their relationship come from within, not heaven's control over him—which, again, is almost non-existent until apocalypse Nr. 1. His trauma influences it, yes, but there's a difference between heaven-based trauma contributing to his internal moral dilemma and Crowley being tortured in hell for doing one good deed.

Aziraphale simply does not understand what it means to be a demon, but he wants to be a 'good angel'—and good angels do not work with demons. There are always two main convictions butting heads:

Heaven is cruel vs. Heaven has to be fundamentally good.

Crowley is a demon and evil vs. I have seen him do kind things which demons cannot do.

His solution is to separate them and peel back the layers depending on what he needs/wants in that specific moment.

Like Aziraphale extending a wing over not only over Crowley but also Adam and Eve was confirmed to be intentional by the director. It's already a declaration

It's simply a neat little thing they did to show that to us as the audience, yes, but it is not something Aziraphale did on purpose? Subtext, that's all, so I don't see the relevance.

Edit: and another thing. "they both learnt their love from Heaven and it shows" so you could leverage that against Aziraphale and Crowley, who has more less manage to distance themselves to some degree from Heaven and Hell and work closely with humans, BUT NOT AGAINST GABRIEL AND BEELZEBUB????

Of course it also applies to those two, no one ever said otherwise? The main difference is that Beez and Gabriel love each other like a demon and an angel, their concept of partnership is fundamentally different from Crowley's and Aziraphale's, which is based on human love.

Crowley wants to break out of his role as a demon, Beez doesn't care! They are each other's heaven and hell, they do not mind or give a single shit about the whole demon/angel dynamic. Same with Gabriel, he still sees himself as an angel, he just doesn't care about his former job, and whatever they get up to in the stars is going to be very different from Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship.

To summarize: The original points still stand.

Of course there is nuance to it and discussion to be had, but that should be taken as a normal part of any post without everyone having to put a "this is not a black and white issue" disclaimer at the top.

they love each other and that's the problem.

i don't mean love in the romantic sense, i mean it in a "we have been alone together for six thousand years" way. you do not simply give that up, no matter how much you hurt, how many rejections you need to experience, how much time you spend apart.

they clung to each other until aziraphale asked for the one thing in the universe crowley cannot and will not do (and rightfully so).

we could have been us—i would have done almost everything for you, but not this. never this.

aziraphale loves him, and he treats him the way he does because he loves him and despite loving him, both at the same time. it doesn't excuse it, mind you, but it makes it feel even more painful. he loves him, underneath it all, and yet he cannot express it, not the way he is.

it was never heaven and hell keeping them apart, not really. unless they disturb the cosmic dials they are more or less allowed to just live. crowley tried to make him see what he was forced to learn what he fell, he gave him the chance he never had—and aziraphale did not take it.

crowley kept offering because he loves him. aziraphale kept trying because he loves him.

yet in the end, love did not and could not have saved them, and that is the real tragedy of it all. they had to part this way. they are so twisted around one another that they were suffocating, the space to breathe is long overdue for both of them.

[idyllic-affections]

just a lil sumeru characters x kaveh's sibling!reader ramble! i've been thinking about this for a long time and i just NEED to dump all my thoughts out ajsskjhash

trigger & content warnings for non-graphic depictions of torture, brief discussions of death, Emotional Baggage(tm).

so i always imagined that kaveh's sibling!reader from this post would be lured in by grand sage azar and forced to be involved in dottore's insane ass mechanical god experiment. see, i imagined [name] being fated for an early death. i always imagined that they knew a little too much for a normal, vision-bearing (they have a geo vision in my brain hehe) human being.

to be straightforward, i imagine that they are in possession of the book "before sun and moon." it's a miracle that celestia hasn't struck them down yet. this is why dottore would seek their involvement.

of course, i also imagine they would downright refuse to use their wisdom for something so sacrilegious. maybe this is why celestia has kept them alive--they carefully gatekeep all of their wisdom so that forbidden knowledge such as theirs does not spread around. now... if dottore can't use their wisdom, their knowledge of the divine, their knowledge of things they shouldn't know, he supposes he can use them for other things. he's a resourceful man, you know? might as well see what this mysterious fluid he's been working on does to a human.

later on, after all this has passed, after they've recovered (physically at least), nahida asks them to tutor some kid named "hat guy." they're vahumana's most brilliant graduate, the akademiya's beloved grand historian. there's no-one more fitting for the job, she would say. hat guy? that's a weird name to be registered under, but whatever. they love and appreciate nahida as an archon but also as a friend, so of course they agree!

the wanderer is less than thrilled to find out he has to face another one of dottore's lab rats. it is a mocking, glaring reminder of the shitty person he once was.

emotional development ensues. the wanderer can hardly stand to look into their trusting eyes as they contentedly ramble about enkanomiya and how thankful they are that the divine priestess kokomi herself personally allowed them to go in and look around. he's not really listening.

'i let you be abused,' he thinks. 'why are you so kind to me?'

but he slowly comes to realize that it was never about him.

any lingering rage they might feel is not directed at him, or... at who he used to be. they aren't mad at the balladeer. to be fair, they don't even know who that is... nonetheless, none of that anger is directed at his past self.

(maybe one day he'll ask nahida to show them the truth. the guilt lingers within his being like a ferocious beast, tearing and clawing at his chest as he recalls the way they screamed.)

it's all directed at the doctor.

hm. he can relate.

anyway kaveh's sibling!reader and wanderer are besties who are making a revenge plan against dottore. they get collei involved too! <3

[immasock]

Ever wonder... If... Lucifer popped out another one? Like what he did to Satan, popping out a small ball of anger (I refuse to believe he was born as an adult) ....... And this time let's say it's a GIRL, like y'know that stereotype that the first born daughter ALWAYS looks like the father . She has vague memories from Luci BUT the twist is that those CHILDREN who were FROM Lucifer the abilities they get come from directly to what Luci was angry abt (it doesn't make sense to me somehow) like just a bit, I have no idea what to put of what he was angry abt this time (your choice) although most abilities or powers come from luci obvi. And let's just say she was separated and somehow isekaid to another world which the time is at least 100x slower, in that time she s 15 but in Devildom she's 1500. So she learns new magic and is now the 4th born and Satan is 5th. Satan is specifically so happy abt this like he's no more Lucifer's shadow bc someone (aka sister) is far more similar to him, looks, interests, pets (but it's a giant beast cat), hobbies, etc. Although she just treat it as like father-daughter similarities

God this is so long, I'm gonna leave you alone for next week. Take care love❤️

Where do you come up with these? These are so good

Also please feel free to submit anything that beautiful brain of yours comes up with! They’re always really entertaining to read and work on

Anywho

I think Lucifer would be so stressed when this child pops out

Like his first thought isn’t something normal like “Oh my god I’m having a child”

All he can think of is “Oh fuck not another one”

For this one we’re gonna go with he was angry at Belphie for the whole wanting to destroy all human kind thing

Just cause I love sibling rivalries

This means that this child loves humans, even tho lucifer is fairly neutral to them, before he meets MC at least

Power wise I think she wouldn’t be an avatar of anything, soley because she would so much like Lucifer that it would have to be Pride, and he’s already got that. But I do think it would be like a monarch kinda system. The brothers aren’t immortal but they do live for a very long time so I think that whenever Lucifer dies, his daughter would become the new Avatar of Pride

She would be pretty powerful for a 15 year old, hell she’s more powerful than 4 of her uncles, and her power would only grow. I imagine that by the time it was her turn to be the new Avatar of Pride that she could even surpass Lord Diavolo in power if it really came down to it

However that is only once she gets back to the Devildom and starts learning how to handle all of it

I think she would get raised in the human realm for the first 15 years of her life. Or at least until she’s old enough to fully grasp everything that’s going on. It would be similar to mammons situation. Lucifer knew that he couldn’t deal with raising another child at the time so he would hand her off to some trusted witches to raise her. He would pay the child support and occasionally watch her from the sidelines

But he is so excited when she gets summoned back to the Devildom. I mean the kid is hella confused but Dadcifer is all excited. Of course he won’t show it, pride and all, but Dia can tell

I imagine that she would become a part of the exchange program. Either Dia knew about the kid and made it a surprise to reunite Lucifer with his long lost daughter or he had no idea about the kid and just thought she showed great potential and would make a good addition to the program

You can imagine Lucifer’s shock when she pops out of that portal tho

Man now you got me thinking about all of them as fathers-