#cause i'm still using the prompts without knowing anything about the game

[fyeahghosttrick]

THE PROMPTS!

Behold: the list! More than 150 prompts ripe for the taking! Now everyone can pick something cool (even if you didn't submit anything) (no need to claim it anywhere) and start drawing it or writing it or any other creative verb of your liking. Next stop: June 19th, when we’ll all post together to celebrate GT’s original anniversary (there will be a reminder with brief posting instructions).

Prompts are numbered for your convenience, in the order they came in. The block divisions are just because tumblr gets twitchy about long numbered lists

Retroactive fills can be posted here!

And now, without further ado:

BLOCK A

Yomiel having a grand time using his powers before the events of the game start, with Sissel.

Cute Sissel (maybe with a nice bow or something?)

Sissel and Missile hanging out.

Yomiel post-game after prison as Kamila's tutor.

Sissel (pre or post game) stealing fish from the fishmongers!

Memry x Lynne, as a cute couple.

Ace Attorney x Ghost Trick crossover!

Hatsune Miku in the world of Ghost Trick, maybe being a virtual singer allows her to travel through phone lines etc.?

carlyraejepsans - Lynne trying to get Sissel to help her cheat at cards or at a tabletop game. Sissel refuses (he's already in cahoots with Kamila)

carlyraejepsans - Beach episode. Can be both art or writing but if it's art I want Cabanela in the most ridiculous swimming fit you can think of. I'm talking 1920s. I'm talking speedo and pool goggles. I'm talking trunks with a print of his own face on the ass. Do your worst.

carlyraejepsans - The Lynne design we all know and love but rocking the white suit from her first concept art.

carlyraejepsans - Anything with baby Lynne and baby Sissel. My pookies…

carlyraejepsans - New timeline, young Lynne. I keep coming back to the idea of her learning that the kidnapper also saved her life. And that dissonance with her initial idea of him in her mind causing her to be less avoidant about what happened, and looking for answers independently in true Lynne fashion. Cue the world's most determined 13yo girl trying at all costs to get an audience with a condemned felon, much to Yomiel's chagrin. How would the meeting go? Or maybe she fails but ends up running into Fiansissel instead. What would they think about each other?

carlyraejepsans - Give! Lynne! Nightmares!! Give! Lynne! Nightmares!!! that sweet sweet hurt no comfort (or with, if sissel happened to be ghost hopping by?). bonus points if they're nightmares about drowning/the lost timeline and there's just something she can't… quite… put her finger on… scratching at the back of her brain like a cat begging to be let in

carlyraejepsans - No reset (the circumstances of their survival from the Yonoa at your discretion), main game timeline setting. Jowd beginning to reconnect with Kamila after his release from prison and realizing he doesn't really know her anymore (she's grown so much). He still has to try. He owes her at least that.

carlyraejepsans - Cabanela and the Professor. Cabanela's reaction after they decided to work together and the Professor showed him his recreation of Kamila's doohickey for the first time. Judging by his original report to the Justice Minister, he thought the manipulator used Jowd specifically. How did he react when the penny dropped that it was actually Kamila (and Jowd's motive finally clicked into place)

frogpotat - Jeego and Tengo having a sibling rivalry

frogpotat - Memry working undercover at a new job

frogpotat - Bailey and Bailey's coworker getting up to some shenanigans in their off-time

frogpotat - Ghost Trick + Pokémon crossover

frogpotat - Ghost Trick + Five Nights at Freddy's crossover

frogpotat - Ghost Trick + Ace Attorney crossover

frogpotat - Sissel and Missile sneak out of the house to explore

frogpotat - The Chicken Kitchen is an illegal front

Lynne in full plate armour with a longsword (because that's awesome)

what if cat sissel become human and look same as yomiel and they live together what will happen?(no couple or only cat sisselXyomiel)

what if the police give up yomiel's case and bury his body, yomiel(in cat) meet fiancee sissel in the graveyard.

(GT X DC)He found he was died and lost his memory，then he find a police( wataru) is calling him Conan and get shot in front of him.

yomiel in 10 years before(conan) meet other yomiel in different timeline/au.

one day yomiel can do mind reading but he doesn't know every other can read his mind.

(persona）yomiel's phantom thief suit.or a take-your-heart story.

yomiel and cabanela and jowd cooperate to solve a case(could be a acquittal au)

yomiel is good at a lot of things ,especially computer and …… dessert?!

the-grey-hunt: ghost trick crossover/mashup with your favorite niche media of choice

the-grey-hunt: kitten sissel, or kitten-sized sissel after the epilogue, doing cat things (playing with toys, hanging out with other cats, etc)

the-grey-hunt: yomiel's good days after getting out of prison

the-grey-hunt: angst injury/coma. i want someone bleeding, limp, and vulnerable while other characters try to tend to them. can be frantic trying to help them off the scene, OR them recovering from a treated injury!

the-grey-hunt: any of the main cast in different outfits! pajamas, fancy dress, cosplay, anything—as long as it's distinct from their canon clothing.

the-grey-hunt: One thing you would change about the epilogue

the-grey-hunt: fiansissel and alma being friends

the-grey-hunt: Fanon/headcanon family members—cousins, parents, siblings, etc of our canon characters who simply were never mentioned or turned up on-screen in the canon game!

sunnyaliceart - Jowd, Lynne, Cabanela hair care routine

sunnyaliceart - new timeline, Kamila and Amelie playdate and Kamila shows off how special Sissel is

sunnyaliceart - Kamila and Lynne sister bonding, Missile and kitty Sissel included are a huge plus

sunnyaliceart - Cabanela, Pigeon Man, and Lovey Dove interactions. Specifically, during the time they were working on the Manipulator Case, but new timeline is also very much welcomed

sunnyaliceart - Fiansissel, Alma, and Emma being best friends gossiping about their husbands

sunnyaliceart - Post-Game Yomiel and Jowd friendship fluff, both using mobility aids (wheelchair, cane, and/or crutches), kitty Sissel is there to help both of them

sunnyaliceart - Post-Game everyone eating at the Chicken Kitchen, specifically: Lynne, Kamila, Jowd, Cabanela, Alma, Pigeon Man, kitty Sissel, Missile, Yomiel and Fiansissel. That's a lot of characters, so I understand doing a smaller set, but the ones listed are the ones I'd most like to see if you prefer to choose

sunnyaliceart - Ghost Trick, but furry. Fantasy animals like unicorns and dragons are also options

youghostandyoutrick - Fandom fusion! Put anyone from the Ghost Trick cast into another fictional universe, as though they originated from that universe. Ghost Trick elements (like Temsik and how ghosts work) can be adapted for the new universe however you see fit.

youghostandyoutrick - Postcanon Yomiel, preferably with a mobility aid, enjoying life after prison with FianSissel. What do they like to do together? Is it something they used to do before, and if so, has the way they’ve always done things had to change?

youghostandyoutrick - Pigeon Man and Cabanela, looking into Temsik. How is their research going?

youghostandyoutrick - FianSissel interacting with any other member of the main cast, pre- or post-canon. Does it go well, poorly, or strangely?

youghostandyoutrick - Lynne and Sissel working together as partners post-canon. What exactly does Lynne need his help with?

youghostandyoutrick - Possession! Yomiel needs to accomplish something, and possessing someone is how he chooses to go about it. What is he doing, how does it go, and does he succeed?

planehabitat - pet swap AU :-) the main human cast as whatever animals you think fit them, and with missile & sissel as humans

planehabitat - cabanela tricking out his bike! (ex. front basket for sissel / missile, spoke beads from kamila, stickers)

metalfaceirl - cabanela hitting the griddy (art)

metalfaceirl - cabanela using brainrot speak, everyone is horrified

metalfaceirl - sissel meets akane zero escape (if you know you know)

metalfaceirl - yomiel meets shulk xenoblade (if you know you know)

metalfaceirl - yomiel DRIP (art)

metalfaceirl - lynne and kamila go to hot topic

metalfaceirl - sissel goes to the backrooms

metalfaceirl - jowd skateboarding

BLOCK B

mariteria — lynne & sissel stuck in a zero escape escape room…

Jellyjack Cheese — Some Uncle Yomi content 👁️👁️

Yomiel attempting to wear different types of headwear in new and exciting ways. (his hair is quite the obstacle! how would he wear a helmet? a beanie?? even worse - a hood?!)

Ghost Trick Characters with hairstyles different from the usual (lynne with open hair, Camila with braids, Jowd with long hair, etc go crazy)

Yomiel attempting to do work on his computer while Cat Sissel is on the keyboard

Crossover with Pokemon, Yomiel as a team Flare member.

critter-ghosting-some-tricks, The ghost trick cast as dragons or dragon riders

Jowd clearly thought things would have been better if he had been shot instead of Alma- but what do you think that would have looked like?

critter-ghosting-some-tricks, New timeline- Jowd and his family go camping,

critter-ghosting-some-tricks, Since the events of the game, Jowd finds himself strangely drawn to the sea. Can be hurt/comfort or supernatural or haunting or scary or sad or reflective or any combination. I dunno, it’s an idea I’ve had for a long time but would want to see other interpretations of the concept.

In Ray’s timeline, Emma learns of her husband’s heart attack. And/or in the new timeline she remembers what she could have lost

a look into recovery- particularly Yomiel and Jowd physically and mentally finding their place in their new lives

critter-ghosting-some-tricks If Kamila and Lynne where not there in the submarine but Sissel and Yomiel where, what would their conversation(s) look like?

Jowd runs away from his family in the new timeline, overwhelmed. He is too scared to truly break something to be planning on staying away forever but his family aren’t as sure.

critter-ghosting-some-tricks, Jowd gets paint on one of his favorite shirts or breaks something. He is quick to decide that it is ruined and useless. He doesn’t understand why Cabanela is so quick (and desperate) to convince him that it is worth saving until his wife joins in and he realizes that it isn’t about an object anymore. It’s about him.

This one enters personal HC territory, but Yomiel with brown hair. His blond hair is actually not his real hair color, but ever since the incident in the park, the dye's never worn off and has only begun to wear off in the new timeline.

The communication barrier between Yomiel and cat Sissel, I think. The struggle of wanting to help your owner, understand him more but you're just a cat.

silly, but lynne with a bucket of jollibee chicken joy

a little self indulgent, but my oc ana interacting with yomiel. i think it'd be interesting to see someone who's been wandering the earth for longer vs someone who's only been a ghost for 10 years. like looking into a mirror maybe, and being reminded of the parts about you that you don't really like. a mixture of spite and relief to know that you aren't the only ghost on this earth, but the dread of knowing you could live through centuries and not age at all. (sissel-posting /the0-b3ar)

how does sith know about ghosts and their ability to rewind time? has he ran into one? does his family have a long history tied with ghosts? is blue country just superstitious and has certain beliefs when it comes to ghosts?

yomiel and my fiansissel interactions. could be angsty, could be fluffy, could be a mix of both! - (sissel-posting/the0-b3ar)

DE and Ghost Trick crossover or AU! i always found it interesting how both games have amnesiac protagonists and also literally changed the direction of my life, but also curious to see what kind of skills/ghost tricks the respective characters would have from each game.

yomiel attempts to cook. everything goes wrong

OwlfaceNightkit - Yomiel manipulating or scaring Cabanela

OwlfaceNightkit - Yomiel manipulating Lynne and Cabanela being forced to watch

OwlfaceNightkit - Danny Phantom/Ghost Trick crossover

OwlfaceNightkit - Yomiel, Cabanela, or any other character as a dragon, art

OwlfaceNightkit - Cabanela and Jowd angst

OwlfaceNightkit - Something fluffy with Cabanela and Yomiel

OwlfaceNightkit - Something fluffy with Sissel and Yomiel

OwlfaceNightkit - Something angsty with Sissel and Yomiel

Loboazul16 - Transmasc Lynne!

Loboazul16 - Sissel being a cat menace

Loboazul16 - Some cute poly Jowd/Alma/Cabanela

siverwrites - the evergreen cuddles for Alma/Jowd/Cabanela (not NSFW)

siverwrites - Jowd orb and a ball. What else is Missile supposed to do but swap them?? (I'm thinking art but if this somehow triggers a fic idea that's cool too)

siverwrites - Alma knows about Sissel in the new timeline. Adjusting and learning to communicate with him takes some learning but it’s something she’s happy to work out with him

siverwrites - Jowd &/ Cabanela hurt/comfort in either direction or both

siverwrites - Sissel, Missile and Lovey-Dove: animal shenanigans!

siverwrites - Cabanela and Pigeon Man. Anything during that year working together or something in the new timeline? Just them being the weird friends they are brought together by the difficulty that is their Jowd

Disastrous cooking show with an unlikely host(s) of your choice. Chef Jovial Tenor is weeping in the audience.

Jeego/Rindge and Tengo/Memry roleswap. Nationalityswap optional.

Kamila's punk rock phase. This is C38's fault, somehow.

Lynne and Memry on a top-secret mission (non-ship)

The gang assigned/cast as Mouthwashing characters (memey/not as dark as it could be)

Fantasy AU with Jowd as a wish-granting genie

Yomiel (or Sissel?) the sunglasses model

Emma with alternative flower(s) for her hairstyle (art)

Trickingbell - The special investigation unit's Inspector and his leads Detective Memry and Detective Rindge as his eyes and ears on any case, art or writing, I just want to see these three together or their dynamic when working together!

Trickingbell - Jowd and Alma and their years of being in love, writing or art, shipping focused on Jowd and Alma but Cabanela can be there because they're all inseparable.

Trickingbell - Lynne and Memry detective rivals. Memry is very haughty over being an objectively better and longer working detective than Lynne who we all know had her test scores flubbed around by Cabanela, art or writing, no shipping between Memry and Lynne I'd love them protrayed as genuinely on bad terms

Trickingbell - Alma and Cabanela playing cards and gambling with play chips and if there's a spot then Kamila and Sissel are "referee" and the dealers, art, Alma is totally winning but Sissel can't help her win with ghosts tricks.

Trickingbell - Jowd and his cruelty done by the music box, art or writing, something angsty because the music box's possible effects on everyone if Jowd had succeeded in dying really really hurts me. Example being Lynne knowing that she had something that could've saved Jowd all along but she wasn't able to figure it out, causing this mix of pain and guilt and incompetence and so much because Jowd entrusted it to her, a very cruel thing for him to do.

Trickingbell - Sithmiel (General Sith x Yomiel), art or writing, ok listen you just gotta hear me out and see the tragedy and betrayal in this thing ok think of how Yomiel believed fully that Sith was going to help him, give him a new life with people who love him and will care if he dies, think about how lonely Yomiel was with only Kitty Sissel being his company and Sith being the first interaction in so long after Fiansissel too, he's lonely and desperate, Sith is all too happy to have a longing guy like that in his grasp PLEASE listen to me ok this is more propaganda than a prompt but please-

Trickingbell - Lynne and Cabanela listening to his (old man) music or just anything with Lynne and Cabanela as the focus I love them

Trickingbell - Cabanela and Kamila playing animal crossing new leaf together and sending each other letters, Art

alto-tenure - noir detective Lynne

alto-tenure - something with Rindge and Memry's friendship; maybe them going on an undercover mission as a duo? (no romance)

alto-tenure - Professor Layton crossover! Would prefer characters from the 3rd game, but other games are fine too.

alto-tenure - Somehow or another Sissel ends up on Rokkenjima's gameboard, and throws a massive wrench into the serial murders by preventing the deaths. (Umineko crossover; full spoilers a-okay with me!)

BLOCK C

mydeadmanstale - yomiel and cabanela, playing around with the idea of them being parallels to each other especially when it comes to their outfits

mydeadmanstale - kamila and amelie playing with sissel and missle

mydeadmanstale - human designs of cat sissel and missle being friends

mydeadmanstale - cabanela, jowd and alma in a lovely poly relationship

mydeadmanstale - mid game cabanela and yomiel, being mutually destructive lovers

mydeadmanstale - lovey dove and what powers she may have had if she was a ghost

mydeadmanstale - swap AU, missle swaps with sissel and lynne swaps with yomiel

mydeadmanstale - crossover AU, any of the ghost trick cast interacting with any of the detective conan cast

Post Game Lynne and Sissel being the goofiest goobers together

Lynne keeping her memories and adopting Kitten Sissel instead of Jowd

jorb-ponderer - jowd/yomiel of any flavour. there's just So Much Going On there

jorb-ponderer - the vibes of the submarine chapters are immaculate, i'd love anything from that part of the game. lynne & sissel teamwork, gun kamila, trash yomiel! etcetera… the wetter and worse a time, the better

jorb-ponderer - ALMA!! alma and kamila? or something poking at what her relationship with lynne might be? the buddies dynamic with emma she deserves? Alma in the spotlight all to herself, even?? anything you like

jorb-ponderer - beauty/memry my beloved crackship. femme fatale and the ruthless detective staking her out.(d'you think memry held a grudge in the timeline where beauty and dandy get away? i hope so)

Jowd/Cabanela having a boys’ weekend together, maybe something fluffy, maybe something spicy - up to the creator! (maybe something where Alma knows and lets them have their time together?) Art or fic is a-okay with me!

Jowd and Alma raising baby Kamila

Jowd doing some painting at Temsik Park

College aged Jowd, Cabanela, and Alma hanging out at a lake house/beach (burying someone in the sand, having a campfire, have fun with what they get up to)

Lynne and Kamila playing with Missile at Temsik Park

yunaffie - Jowd and/or Alma with baby Kamila

yunaffie - Older Kamila finally gets to communicate with Sissel

yunaffie - Pigeon Man and Cabanela during one of the Inspector's rare moments of vulnerability

yunaffie - Yomiel finishing blow pose, The Hundred Line style

yunaffie - Angel/Devil wings Yomiel

yunaffie - Kamila & Missile

tricking-and-ghosting - Sissel helping Kamila with her contraptions in the new timeline

tricking-and-ghosting - Lynne and Kamila doing sisterish things together--angsty or fluffy, either one

tricking-and-ghosting - Yomiel adapting to the daily challenges of living with mobility aids

tricking-and-ghosting - Alma and Fiansissel friendship

tricking-and-ghosting - Any of the ghosts have an encounter with ghost hunters/paranormal investigators from a more typical ghost story

azurefishnets - Alma/Cabanela/Jowd (or any /& subset therof) - Always and forever the OT3 of my heart, and I will happily devour anything that develops any facet of their happy poly triangle relationship (but please no infidelity). I love these three together, or doing things with just one of the others, but always with the knowledge that they are a threesome at heart, you know?

azurefishnets - Jowd & Pigeon Man - Just how did Jowd and the Pigeon Man get to know each other, anyway? Bonus point for incorporating the Jorb and PM's predilection for Rube Goldberg puzzles…

azurefishnets - Alma & Emma: Alma's job has been the source of much speculation and I like to think she's a secret cat burglar who is hired to test security at various important places, so here's the prompt: Alma is hired to test security at the Justice Minister's compound as a fake cat burglar, and runs afoul of Emma in some way. They probably know each other, distantly, so how will Alma manage to finish the job with reputation intact? Will Emma pass the security test? Will the Justice Minister ever recover?

azurefishnets - Alma & Lynne & Kamila - I will never accept non-Kamila-and-Lynne-sisterhood in the canon ending. Never!! Show me the REAL ending as regards them.

azurefishnets - Cabanela & Chicken Chef - See, I think they'd get along like a house afire. They both have a dramatic bent, so SURELY Cabanela and the owner of Jowd's favorite restaurant can come to an understanding in some way… even if it's via song! (…or a rap battle?!)

azurefishnets - Lynne/Memry - Love the two detective's protegees as rival odd girls with a certain "something" between them. A team-up? A rivalry gone awry? Go ham…er, I mean chicken?

azurefishnets - pet swap AU! Put a pet with a person and let some magic happen. What would have happened if Emma had a Lovey-Dove to help her write? What if Missile was hanging out with Rindge that fateful night? What if Sith had a pet rat instead of his adjutant? Just some of the many possibilities!

azurefishnets - eternal free square for the FFVI AU! https://archiveofourown.org/series/1196335 https://archiveofourown.org/series/1169099 For more information on the one we've already been working on, see the above links, otherwise however you want to experiment!

trash yomiel's body parts being stolen by missile (and sissel)

laughingmango - Cabanela looking stunning in a dress.

laughingmango - Jowd/Alma dynamic if Alma is as much of a weirdo as he is, maybe in a detached way, astonishingly out of touch, ivory tower academic sort of thing

laughingmango - Cabs tutoring Memry. Grounded and Sensible life advice only, ofc ofc

laughingmango - Between “I’m already married”, “that’s a man” and “that’s my best friend” (and/or something else still?), what’s the hardest thing for Jowd as he comes to terms with his attraction to Cabanela?

laughingmango - (art) Cast member(s) of your choice in classic FF job outfits (roughly FF3, 5, T, even 4HoL and/or Bravely Default styles)

laughingmango - Final Fantasy VI AU eternal free square for me as well. Borrowing azurefishnets’ links, https://archiveofourown.org/series/1196335 https://archiveofourown.org/series/1169099 For more information on the one we've already been working on, see the above links, otherwise however you want to experiment!

laughingmango - Jowd/Cabanela Slay the Princess AU, with protagonist Jowd and princess Cabs. How would they embody the (spoiler-free vague gesturing) thingssssss the protagonist and princess stand for? I think their unstoppable force/immovable object dialectic might work very well in this context.

laughingmango - Cast member(s) of your choice, Disco Elysium fusion. Put these people in Revachol or elsewhere in Elysium. If they meet DE characters, please no RCM members other than Harry a/o Kim.

[mochie85]

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Summary: You wake up in Loki's bed the morning after as you try to ascertain exactly what is going on between you and the seductive god. A/N: This follows The Chase. This is also for @sarahscribbles Birthday Celebration. Happy Birthday, my love. I'm sorry this was late. I used one of your fluff prompts and made it dirty 😆🤭. "Are you really so oblivious?" Suggested Song: "Wicked Games" by Kiana Ledé (video after fic) Word Count: Over 1.9K Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Warnings: Smut; fingering, P in V, Oral.

“Oh, pet. Is all this for me?” Loki growled appreciatively. He swiped his fingers through your folds causing you to whimper at his cold touch. He flicked your sensitive bud as he captured your lips in a heated kiss.

You could feel him, but it wasn’t enough. You held on tighter, wanting him closer. You ran your fingers through his curls and held on to his face as you met his lips with a passion of your own.

“I could get used to this every morning,” he said as he inserted two of his fingers inside your eager pussy making you moan into his mouth. “Waking up with you next to me. Wet and ready.” He began rimming his fingers around as he rubbed your nub with his thumb. “Would you like that, darling?”

“…Loki…” you whimpered, and your brows furrowed. But the feeling was…incomplete. You felt empty. Starved for his touch. You wanted to feel him closer to you. You writhed your hips, edging him to go deeper as he inserted a third finger inside you.

“I can make you scream every morning,” he exhaled, grinding his hips along with his fingers.

“Yes Loki, please!” You moaned out loud.

The sound of your loud moans woke you from your own slumber. Your consciousness slammed back into your body, waking you up from your delicious dream.

You turned over to find Loki hovering above you. His eyes gleamed with promise as he kissed his way down to the valley of your breast. You felt your legs forcefully widen as Loki separated your knees and positioned himself in between them.

Your thighs ached from last night. The spreader bar Loki used prevented you from closing them completely leaving you in an uncomfortable position.  “Loki,” you moaned.

“I woke up to the most wonderful noise this morning,” he teased as he licked and nipped the underside of your breasts, heading towards your navel. His lips were soft and plush. His hands were warm as they rested on your abdomen, keeping you pinned to the bed. “You were saying my name. Chanting it even. And I had yet to touch you.” His fingers dug into your supple thighs. “Wider,” he commanded, and you obeyed, without demur, feeling the soreness spread throughout your legs.

“Good girl,” he praised. You could feel his hot breath on you. Every word he spoke sent a vibration to your core. His tongue would lash out and just miss your sensitive nub, teasing you with every syllable out of his mouth.

It felt like your dream. His presence surrounded you but still, you wanted more. “…Loki…” you whined softly.

“Hmm. That’s exactly what you sounded like. What were you dreaming about, precious?”

“I…umh…” you stuttered as Loki’s lips hovered over your dripping cunt. He made it so impossible to think. Especially so soon after waking up. “Loki. No.”

“No? Would you like me to stop?” To his credit, he did stop, waiting for your reply.

“Yes!...No! No…don’t stop!”

“That’s my girl,” He turned his attention back to your thighs as he watched you fall further into your desire. His eyes were clear and bright as he made a show of biting you and then sticking his tongue to soothe the bruise that will show there eventually.

“I just…mmhmm…you said you would answer my questions this morning!” And you know you wouldn’t get any of them answered if he continued the way he was.

“Of course, my dear. You can ask me anything. Go ahead.” He held your eyes calculatedly as he licked one strong stripe up your lips and flicked your sensitive bundle of nerves. “…If you can,” he grinned.

The sight of his messy curls in between your legs sparked a wave of arousal inside you. Your body betrayed you as he teased you mercilessly and aggressively. His soft lips sucked and parted on your skin. His tongue licked around your sex, making you dizzy and needy.

“I can’t answer until you ask a question, love,” he rumbled, trying to get your mind to focus.

“I…mmhmm…Loki,” you mewled as he took another strong lick up your folds. “I can’t think when you’re…”

“That’s the game, darling.”

“You and your games!” you tried to protest but Loki latched his lips around your sensitive bud causing you to scream out loud.

“Ask!” he growled into your dripping cunt as he pulled you closer to his mouth.

You released the deep breath you held and gave in. His grip on your thighs and the promise of his tongue made you squeeze internally. “Fine! You-you said…hmm…”

“Hmm…what did I say, dearest?” he whispered as he ran his tongue over the hood of your clit.

“You said you liked me?”

“Yes.” Loki nodded his head. His nose brushed up against your sensitive nerve as he answered, making you squirm underneath him.

“H-how long?”

“Ah, ah, ah. My turn. And you still haven’t answered my first question,” he sighed naughtily. “What were you dreaming about?” He nuzzled against your heated skin, made sensitive by his dangerous mouth. He held his face upward, waiting for your answer. You tried to lift your hips to get in contact with his wicked tongue, but his arms held you down firmly. “My needy girl. Answer the question and I’ll be merciful.”

“I-I…my dream was a-bout you,” you whined. He smiled and dipped his head against your aching pussy, kissing it as if it were your mouth. You bit your lips at the sensation. “How long?” you asked him.

“Clever girl. Now you’re getting it,” he commended through your heady moans. “Since the first moment, I saw you.” He answered your question.

Loki flexed his jaw. His voice sent tiny vibrations to your already sensitive cunt. Loki nudged his nose up again, positioning his mouth over your sex. “What was I doing in your dream?” he asked before he took another strong lick up your folds.

“Ahhm-m. Me.” You yelled out grabbing the pillow by your head. “You were doing me.”

“What was I doing to you in your dream?” he asked cheekily.

You bit your lip and pushed his head down onto your dripping cunt, making him kiss you and suck on you. “No, no,” you teased. “It’s my turn to ask the question,” you said breathlessly. Loki chuckled at your confidence. He obliged by closing his eyes and moaning his praise into your dripping sex.

“Fuck, Loki. I’m so…”

“Ask!” he growled.

“Me? Me… Why me?” you panted.

“Are you really so oblivious?” he asked.

“That counts as your next question.” You laughed. “You’ve asked me two and I haven’t gotten answers to mine yet! You scoundrel!” Loki sucked on your clit hard as a warning, making you scream out from the slight pain. His tongue soothed and caressed it while his lips latched onto the surrounding folds making you buck into his face.

You both grew impatient. You didn’t think you could last any more questions with him constantly attacking you like he did.

Loki growled. His fervor and desire ruling all rational thought. “I love that you’re intelligent,” he said as he flattened out his tongue and lapped the juices flowing from your cunt.

“…Loki…”

“I love how clever you are.” He said giving your sensitive clit a soft kiss. “I love how you’re willing to play my games.” He laughed as he kissed his way up your stomach.

He knelt up on the bed, towering over your lustful figure beneath him. His eyes were wild taking in your heavy breathing. Your glowing skin. And how utterly besotted you were when you looked at him.

Your eyes were hooded and pleading, missing his tongue. Your mouth was open, ready to beg him to continue.

“And by the Norns, you look absolutely sinful laying on my bed the way you are now.” He lined his hard cock at your entrance and slammed his way inside your tight folds.

Both of you cried at the feeling of finally being joined together. “You beautiful creature.” He said taking himself out and drilling back in. “…unnh… The way you look at me,” he grunted. “The way you moan for me. The way you call out my name.”

His thrusts started getting faster and faster. He lifted your hips and sat them on top of his thighs. The new angle and position allowed him to go deeper and harder. Fucking up into your tight cunt.

His hands held your waist down as he used you as leverage to thrust deeper and deeper inside you. “Come for me, darling. I love the way you look when you come for me,” he said with eyes slanted and his mouth ready to scream his release.

You obeyed. The breathless tightening of your muscles, balling up inside you. The definitive explosion of your desire released itself through your screaming of his name. You gripped the sheets next to you. Your walls spasmed around his large girth as he moaned out your name and fell into his own release.

After his breathing evened, Loki chuckled and crawled his way up to you. He laid beside you, turning your body towards him as he held you in his embrace. “Was that anything like your dream?” he smiled.

You reached for his face to pull him closer to you. You could taste yourself on his lips as you kissed him zealously. Your fingers pulled his hair, making him moan and hold you tighter. “This was better than my dream.”

“Tell me what happened, and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

You giggled at his cheesy line. “Is that one of your questions?”

“No more questions,” he said. “I haven’t the patience for them when you’re already wrapped in my arms.”

“Can I ask one more, then? Just one?”

“What do you want to know?” he said scooting closer to you.

“What is this? Between us? What are we?”

“That’s three questions.” He taunted. “This is a very good morning...A very. Good. Morning.” He said flicking your hardened nipple with his thumb. “Between us is a mutual attraction that I’d like to explore further. And as to what we are…What do you want us to be?”

You didn’t know how to answer that question. You’ve slept with each other twice now. You didn’t want to sound desperate and clingy and say that you wanted an exclusive relationship. But you also didn’t know how deep this attraction between the two of you was. Was it just earth-shattering sex? Can the two of you get along without it?

“Stop thinking.” He said, noticing your silence and worried look.

“I wanna know how you really feel about me.”

“I think I just told you while I made you scream out my name.” he teased. You recounted what he said. You were clever and intelligent. He loved that you were willing to play his games with him.

“Is this all just a game to you, then?”

“No. What made you think that?” You started to get up from his bed, detangling yourself from his embrace. He doesn’t love you. Of course, he doesn’t. He just wanted a toy. Someone new to play with. “Why? Why come into my room last night?! Why seek me out then?” Loki’s voice grew angrier and louder as he watched you get dressed.

The blissful moment that you both shared just moments ago shattered into pieces. “It was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come.”

“A mistake?” Loki looked hurt and angry. You put on your clothes that were neatly laid out on his table. You couldn’t get out of his room fast enough. “Fine. We all learn from our mistakes. This will never happen again.”

You opened his door and yelled, “Fine!”

“Fine!” he yelled back as you slammed his door closed, leaving him to seethe in his pain.

⬅️The Chase | Truth or Dare➡️

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[eventinelysplayground]

This is my entry for @judejazza 300 follower event Invitation to Crown. I haven't read any translations for the game or anything so I am just going off of the info about the characters that has been released in english so far and what I've seen of them in others routes. Time will tell how in or out of character this fic is but it was a fun ride. I chose the prompts linked fingers and dressed in love. The cats curiosity seems to be rubbing off on you causing you to pay a visit to Crowns resident physician. SFW, tiny bit suggestive WC 1178. Crown banner from @natimiles.

Almost Caught.

“You need to be more careful, lil lady.”

“I know and I'm sorry for making extra work for you Roger.”

You walked behind Roger cradling your left hand and chastising yourself as he gathered up his supplies. You're normally not so careless or curious but…

“I think Liam's curiosity is rubbing off on me.”

You were mumbling that to yourself but Roger let out a chuckle.

“Well I definitely don't need another curious cat to treat now, come ‘ere.”

Roger patted a spot on his desk he had cleared off and you blinked at him.

“You don't want me to sit in a chair?”

“Nah the closer you are to my height the easier it'll be to dig ‘em out.”

“Okay.”

You walk over to the desk and sigh. You aren't sure you can get up using only one hand. Just as that thought passes through your mind big warm hands grab you by the waist lifting you up and setting you down on the desk. You feel your cheeks starting to flush and you breathe out a sigh of relief as Roger lets go of your waist.

“Thanks.”

Roger shoots you a mischievous grin as he takes your left hand in his.

“Don't mention it, now let's take a closer look at this.”

Roger began examining your palm while his thumb slowly caressed your pinky. You tell yourself to calm down, that he’s just taking a look and nothing more is going on here.

“I don't think I've seen so many splinters at once before. Looks like most of them are big enough though this shouldn't take too long.”

“Oh...”

You can hear the disappointment in your voice and grimace internally.

“No need to sound so disappointed I-”

“I'm not disappointed! You must be hearing things.”

“Hehe if you say so little lady, now hold still for me.”

Roger's thumb gently wraps around the tips of your fingers holding them in place. He picks up a pair of tweezers and carefully starts pulling the splinters from your hand as you watch in rapt attention. You notice his gaze although serious is soft and your heart skips a beat every time you feel his thumb caress your fingers as he holds them still.

Deep breaths, he’s just doing this so he can get the splinters out.

As the last splinter was pulled out Roger looked up at you. His eyes were shining and when he smiled at you it became impossible to look away from him. Your eyes locked together he gingerly runs his fingers over your palm and you swallow hard.

“Well, thank you for taking them out. I promise to be careful in the future.”

You pull your hand away and go to hop off the desk but Roger grabs you by the waist and holds you in place.

“Whoa not so fast there, I still need to clean and dress your wounds.”

“Oh, no you don't have to I mean I've already interrupted your work enough-”

Roger's warm hands move down to grab your hips. He pulls you closer to him and presses his thigh between your knees.

“What kind of doctor would I be if I let you go before I finished treating you.”

Your heart's beating so loud that even without his curse you're sure Roger would still be able to hear it.

“Okay.”

Calm down, just calm down. You heard him, he's just doing his job as a doctor, nothing more.

Roger flashes you a grin as he lets go of your hips and picks up a bottle and cloth. He takes your left hand in his again and despite your earlier warning to it not only does your heart not calm down it beats even faster.

“Something else bothering you? You seem flushed and your skin feels pretty warm.”

“No just the splinters, everything else is fine!”

Your voice came out an octave or two higher than you intended it to and Roger chuckled.The iodine stings as it hits your skin causing you to suck in a sharp breath.

“I’ll be done before you know it.”

You let out a sigh and a silent prayer for your heart to please just listen to you. As you finish praying Roger puts down the cloth and grabs the roll of gauze. His skillful fingers move quickly as he wraps the gauze around your hand tying it off with a neat and sturdy knot.

Phew, now I can just go to my room and have a heart attack in peace and quiet.

Just as you thought you were free Roger kisses the palm of your hand before lacing your fingers together.

“What are you doing?”

“Just finishing up the treatment. There's no proof a kiss has any effect on the healing process but no harm in being thorough.”

Fingers still laced together Roger twists your hand and plants a kiss on the back of it before he pulls you to him.

“Though are you sure you're alright? You're even more flushed than earlier and your heart's beating out of control.”

“I…”

Your eyes meet Rogers and reflected in them is your own yearning and desire. It's clear to both of you that each of your feelings have evolved into something more. You close your eyes in anticipation of the kiss you've waited so long for. You feel his hot breath against your lips but instead of a kiss you get a growl.

“Damn it.”

Roger pulls away from you before lifting you off the desk and crossing his arms across his chest.

“Come back and see me tomorrow and I'll redress your wound for you.”

You're about to ask him what's going on when you hear footsteps on the stairs followed by familiar voices.

“Hey Roger?”

“Ya I heard you, sit down.”

“Oh, we didn't know you were busy.”

Harrison reached the bottom of the stairs first followed by Alfons who despite bleeding from his arm smiled at you mischievously.

“We're all done here, the lil lady just got a few splinters in her hand.”

“Oh really?”

Alfons took a seat on the chair and started taking off his jacket while Harrison leaned against the baluster.

“Yes I was just a little careless that's all, that looks pretty bad though.”

“This is nothing. Are you sure you're alright though? You look absolutely flushed.”

Alfons grin widened making you blush even more as you walked towards the stairs.

“I'm fine.”

“That's a lie.”

Now Harrison was the one with the huge grin on his face and you raced up the stairs as fast as your legs would carry you before you died of embarrassment. You heard their laughter floating up behind you followed by a sharp hiss as you ran out the door.

Back in the lab Alfons was glaring daggers at Roger who just shrugged.

“I had to disinfect the wound.”

“By pouring the whole bottle on it?”

“No, the whole bottle was for interrupting my hunt.”

Alfons just groaned and Harrison shot Roger a knowing smile.

“Cheer up doc, there's always tomorrow.”

[tennessoui]

51, any verse? !!

hello thank you for sending this, it was an excellent writing warm up!

[prompt from this ask game]

51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

so i'm setting this in the kuwsk verse because i was thinking about her the other day and also because if anyone knows how to say 'i love you' in a non-verbal way it's those fuckers who shared a house for years without realizing they were practically married and 100% in love (well, anakin realized the in love bit at least)

i think anakin's most used way of saying i love you is that he starts making obi-wan his lunch and tea to take with him as he goes out the door - he defends this by saying it's really not that much more work to make three sandwiches instead of 2 cause he was already making luke and leia's. yeah he puts just as much love into the sandwich for obi-wan as he does for his kids.b. b ut. but he doesn't want to talk about it.

meanwhile obi-wan is a bit more oblivious but still very dramatic. after the first few years, before they're together but after they've built a family, obi-wan quietly gets the kids' initials tattooed on his arm or chest or something. he also includes anakin's and just. doesn't tell anakin. that he now has a big stylistic 'a' right near his heart.

snippet:

(late may, nine months after the Skywalkers move in)

Anakin feels incredibly silly and far more transparent than he's comfortable with, the first time his hands make Obi-Wan Kenobi a sandwich.

It's nothing, like, actually overt or telling or anything like that. It's just a sandwich. He's made two already today for Luke and Leia, cheese and tomato for Luke, no crusts, ham and cheese and absolutely no tomatoes at all for Leia.

And he'd just gone to the store yesterday too. It had been easy as anything to throw in a packet of sliced deli meat turkey for Obi-Wan. A head of lettuce and a packet of the actual good-tasting cheese he knows Obi-Wan prefers. It was easy.

And it's not as if he's going to cut the sandwich into little hearts and include handwritten notes about how much he loves him in the box. That would be telling. This is just a sandwich.

Still, when he finishes the lunchbox---tucking a small apple and a clementine on top of the sandwich as well as a packet of fruit-flavored gushers he'd included not because he thought they'd be eaten but because he was sure Obi-Wan would find the idea of eating fruit gushers at his age in his very important professor office funny---he has to convince himself to linger in the kitchen.

If he just left it on the counter, he's almost positive that Obi-Wan would accidentally ignore it.

And if he left a bright sticky-note on top of the box, he's sure as well that Obi-Wan would ignore it.

He's not his brightest in the mornings. Anakin doesn't mind.

Fifteen minutes later, at precisely 7:08, the time that Obi-Wan always leaves, Anakin sits up from where he's been slouching against the counter.

A moment later, his housemate barrels through the kitchen, eyes still half-closed and tie askew. It's the lead-up to exams, if Anakin remembers correctly.

It's almost criminally adorable, the way he has to reach out and physically stop Obi-Wan in his tracks just to get the man to look at him. He's in too deep. This is terrible. This is--

"Oh," Obi-Wan says and he blinks at him as if he's surprised to see him. As if Anakin hasn't been up for an hour and a half already and gone upstairs to wake up the twins as well. As if this is not where he normally is around this time of day. "Good morning, Anakin," his housemate says.

"I made you lunch," Anakin blurts out, which is not quite the way he planned this. Though, to be fair, he hadn't. "Here."

He pushes the box into Obi-Wan's chest until the man raises his own hands and takes it from him.

Obi-Wan blinks again. "You made me lunch?"

"A sandwich," Anakin says. "Cause you said the other day you usually just get some crisps from the vending machine. And obviously you need more than that to function, so--"

"So...lunch."

"A sandwich." Anakin stresses, even though he can feel the blush creeping up his cheeks. He's fully dressed but he feels sort of naked standing before Obi-Wan and pushing a lunch that was made with love into his hands.

"Oh," Obi-Wan says. "Thank you." He sounds as if Anakin has taken a stop sign and slammed it into his face.

"I was going to make you some tea, too," Anakin adds. Just for something to say. "But then I couldn't remember how you take it and I know you take that very seriously, so I thought it was better if I just stuck to the lunch, you know, I was making sandwiches already for the twins, it was really no bother. Like, at all. I mean. You even eat your crusts, so that was a relief. And don't worry, I didn't use the American cheese that the twins like, obviously, I got some swiss for yours and--"

Obi-Wan hugs him. Anakin shuts up.

"Thank you," Obi-Wan says when he pulls away. His eyebrows are all furrowed but he looks far more awake now. "This is incredibly kind."

"It's just a sandwich," Anakin mutters, rubbing at the back of his neck. It's not, but he's suddenly terrified that Obi-Wan has seen that. Understood it. Fuck.

"I, ah," Obi-Wan starts then stops, clicks his tongue once, softly, then says, "One sugar, just a bit of milk. A splash."

Anakin blinks. He can't fight the smile he wants to give Obi-Wan in payment for this information, and he doesn't think he should have to. Obi-Wan is a man made of walls and secrets and bite-sized bits of information never given completely willingly.

To be given---to be entrusted with--his tea preferences, it's not nothing. Not for Obi-Wan. And so not for Anakin either.

[pls-explodingstars-pls]

ok so. my perfect broken chapter/rewrite thing kinda. im not sure what to call this. Broken kinda sucks if i'm gonna be honest. Markus' deviancy is so weird, like he can deviate but not???

I guess it could be seen as Markus deciding for himself to endure or not, but still… I don’t really like it. I think the scene would’ve gone better if things were changed around a little bit

also, take “changed around” very loosely. Cause I didn’t really make a full fledged rewrite

the longest post!!! not really but still

Detroit makes it pretty clear the point is to become human, in this case deviant. Make YOUR OWN CHOICES, not doing what the dying old man says- so lets give the player a little push to do the opposite of what their told

Carl says not to do anything. It registers in Markus’ mind-palace as a command, you know from his owner. But Markus isn't a common model, and I think one way we can elude to this early is with those dialogue boxes that pop up after Carl's order

Who else has a prompt when choosing to deviate? The other RK Brother! Something that Kara doesn’t have before she breaks her program

So Markus has a similar prompt:

[Don’t Defend Yourself]

As the player presses the button or shakes the controller(i'm not sure how console is played). Markus is faced with a familiar Red Wall. Once it shatters, we immediately push Leo down. Carl suffers a heart attack and the rest of chapter plays as normal

This gives us a reason to want to be peaceful in the future- We tried fighting back and look! Markus got blamed for something he didn't do, was SHOT, thrown away like trash and to make things worse his father figure passed away, too. Love the guy, but Carl's death would be some great motivation for the whole “You can't fight violence with violence” thing. Right up Cage's alley, huh?

Fantastic. but where's the real change? What if we endure? Well... I think what we need is a consequence for remaining a machine. Say we wait the invisible timer out out, We'll be the bigger person in the scenario! Surely Carl will wrangle in his son, and we can go back to serving scotch and painting! Or maybe not. Carl can't handle his son and Leo just won't stop instigating, All this jostling around can't be good for Markus' bio-components and with those demonstrators in town earlier? How stressful! The damage is just too much! Markus shuts down. Game Over. RIP a real one

so Markus can survive getting shot at but not punched a few times? yes. that's exactly it.

TLDR: Broken but markus’ story ends if he doesn’t deviate 🤷‍♀️

Okay, but Connor and Kara? Well Kara isn't all that relevant. so her story can stay the same. sorry girl

I think honestly Connor can also stay pretty much the same too. Except, there's no huge pro-android movement, so that means no pivot to locating Jericho

We're stuck with the basic cases we have before Public Enemy. In a scenario without Markus, without any big deviant leader to chase after, we pretty much skip Connors last few chapters and can end with maybe an altered machine ending something... idk man… this wasn't about him

[justsomeno1s]

ISAT x LobCorp AU: Bonnie the Abno, and the Nuggets!

No, I'm not mentioning the Abno Ideas in the comments of the first one- Still ahead of where my irl friend and I am in game, so will leave it until then. Apologies!

As with before, Ideas under Read More due to general length:

Bonnie

S-04-112, Cast Aside Iron, Non-Breaching "Tool"

The Cast Aside Iron is a cast iron frying pan that is 'possessed' by Bonnie. They are fully sentient and conscious of whats going on around them, but are incapable of moving on their own (Which they HATE! They're an active kid, and not even being able to sate basic needs would drive anyone insane)

When the pan is held by someone, Bonnie is immediately capable of speaking to the wielder. The longer the pan is held, the more they can do- As time goes on, Bonnie gains first influence, then control, over the wielder's body. Essentially, Bonnie possesses whoever uses their frying pan for too long.

This process of possession leaves the wielder's mind distant and floaty, almost in a dreamlike state. As such, employees with low Temperance and Prudence would be far more easily possessed. The body also slowly stops perciving pain, allowing Bonnie to push it well beyond its physical limits.

What makes the possession bad? Well, when Bonnie's been possessing a body for too long, they get a little desperate to keep it. In their attempt to not be left in a room for who-knows-how-long, they force the body to try and eat the frying pan. Needless to say, this kills the body brutally.

(They figure that a metal frying won't be, like, dissolved by stomach acids, and that would keep the pan in contact with the body forever! Only problem is that they dont really account for the impossibility of eating a metal pan the size of your head without breaking either pan or head)

Despite retaining all memories from prior repositories, Bonnie doesn't really want to destroy the facility, or cause any trouble. They just want a body and their family back! Especially Petronille. But no one remembers...

Hoo boy, this kid remembers a lot at the back of their mind. With some prompting, they'd be able to remember just about everything about LobCorp. (Odile takes advantage of this constantly- Bonnie is happy to just have someone who sticks around.)

Bonnie wasn't cursed or transformed or anything. They were born as a tiny metal spoon, and slowly grew into a pan over the years- Yeahh, they're just like that. Petronille is their actual blood sister. On that note, Bonnie's Pan does actually have blood in a wafer thin layer hidden in the metal.

In a story based setting, Bonnie doesn't try to take over their Family. Odile, Mirabelle, Isabeau, Petronille, and Siffrin (when he was an employee) were all safe from the "eating the pan" thing [Siffrin as an Abno would do the same thing, including not attacking anyone with Bonnie's Pan]

EMPLOYEE TIME!!

Mirabelle

A Nugget working under Hod in the Training Department. As other trainees come and go, Mirabelle ends up sticking around, always trying to learn and perfect more. About half the time, Mira ends up becoming the Training Team Captain, both through seniority and skill. Always happy to help out new Nuggets- She's often sent to wait outside containment units, just incase someone panics.

Mira speciallizes in Justice and Temperance, though she typically ends up pretty well rounded.

Almost always uses White damage weapons, with her most prefered being The Sword Sharpened With Tears and Moonlight.

Her favorite Abnormality to work on is probably Knight of Despair, and her least favorites are definitly Silent Orchestra and Alriune. (She doesn't want to get a bad grade in Abnormalities /ref But fr, she hates the idea of her mistakes causing other people trouble/suffering.)

Isabeau

Isabeau is a Nugget that does a bit of everything. Never a captain, but not for lack of ability. He's always bouncing from one deparment to the next. No particular opinions on the Sephirot.

Isa is best with Fortitude, with Prudence and Justice tied for second best. His Attack Speed is notably higher than his movement, too.

Isa likes close range stuff- If he could, he'd use Gold Rush, absolutely. Probably wouldn't mind going to Support with Whote damage, either, but he's not touching Wristcutter. (It makes him feel sick, somehow)

Likes working on Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary [Imo, her Instinct work can include sparring], Dislikes working on Funeral of Dead Butterflies (Sympathizes, but also wants self and family to live), Spider Bud (he cant help them) and Bloodbath (he can't help them-)

Odile

A highly skilled Nugget sent wherever she's needed. She's often based in Lower Central, much to her dismay. Her poor old legs hate all her walking.

Specializes in Pruedence and Temperance, low Justice. (cause slow)

I want to give her In the Name of Love and Hate, b/c the mental image is hilarious and the damage type changes is surprisingly accurate. But, tbh, she'd prolly have long range, low movement weaponry. Like, y'know how Sound of a Star/Feather of Honor doesn't swing the weapon, but just holds their hand out and attacks like that? Something like that- Maybe a gun, also for humor factor.

Likes the Plague Doctor (I feel she'd like like the religous/theological discussions she'd have with them) and maybe Burrowing Heaven (Its a challenge to write and observe at the same time, and I feel she might enjoy the difficulty?) Used to like The Snow Queen, but after being frozen once, she became much more cautious. Dislikes working on The Queen of Hatred (Just vibes), Child of the Galaxy and Laetitia (Not a fan of the possessive/"I am your main focus" types)

Will equip Cast Aside Iron quite often, as Bonnie is very careful not to hurt her and has a lot of information about things.

Petronille

Petronille is a mid ranking Nugget, prolly a part of Safety.

Low Temperance, high Fortitude and Justice.

Uses Slow, Close-Range weapons. Think hammers/clubs.

Unsure of Likes or Dislikes- Hates the ordeals, tho. Like, beyond normal. If she even sees a clown, Change help her. Also hates the Sweepers.

Actually Boniface's sister, Same parents and all. They're just an Abnormality and she's not. Originally ran away from home with Bonnie because she was afraid their parents would sell/hurt Bonnie, and kept running because of the Backstreets being Like That(tm). Eventually found and caught by LobCorp. She tried her best to protect Bonnie, even still, but when LobCorp went back to day 1, she forgot everything, even as Bonnie remembered.

[littlemissmanga]

If you’re still doing the 200-word game, I’d love to see Wolffe with fem!reader for prompt 10. Maybe she’s used to doing things on her own and has a hard time relaxing :)

Send me one of the following and a clone and I'll write a 200 word spicy drabble.

YES! Nonnie, IDK how you knew to send this in, but let me tell you I'm feeling this in my soul. I'm so sorry it took so long, I hope this hits the right note.

Also, this is entirely self-indulgent cause it's been a WEEK at work and it's only Tuesday lol.

Pairing: Wolffe x f!Reader

W/C: 750 (sorry I couldn't stay within the 200 tonight.

Warnings: Spice, heavy petting, nudity (f), fingering

Divider by @samspenandsword

You couldn’t even care about the concerning clink that rung out when your bag hit the floor, your poor lunch container likely cracked now.

Kriff it, what else can go wrong today!?

It had been hell. After busting your ass for three weeks, the client had changed the parameters for the project you were working on. Even worse, you knew this would happen. Saw it coming from the beginning told the client as much. But your boss — needing to save face in front of the client and always be right — told you to just do instructed.

Sure enough, now that’s three weeks of work wasted and you know you’ll be blamed if the deadline isn’t met. So instead of relaxing this weekend, you’ll be up to your elbow in work.

Not even bothering to suppress a groan, you kicked your shoes off and made your way into your apartment, only to feel strong hands grab at your waist as you passed the kitchen. Immediately, you tensed, pulling your arm back to strike, until ...

“Hey, hey, it’s just me, sweetheart.”

The low voice — unmodulated by his helmet or a holocall — instantly killed your defenses.

“Wolffe,” you sighed, turning to relax fully into his arms as you rested your forehead against his chest. He had already showered and changed into the clothes you kept for him when he was on leave. Gods, just the feel of him, the smell of him, was already calming your over-fried nerves. “Stars, I’m so glad you’re here.”

He chuckled and pulled you tighter. “Rough day?”

“Try a rough month,” you mumbled into his chest. “And it’s about to be a rough weekend.”

“Ah.”

You never understood it. Your petty corporate struggles pale in comparison to the challenges Wolffe had to face every day. And yet, he had endless patience for them, listening to your complaining. He approached everything so tactically and yet he genuinely cared enough to just support and validate you without judgement.

“Well, I can’t help with your work,” he said, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “But I do know you can’t do anything overwhelmed and overstressed. And that is something I can help with.”

Oh, now that was tempting. But…

“And before you start burning out that brain of yours, you know I’m right. Nothing of value is getting done if you’re already running on empty.”

You lean back to look at Wolffe, taking him in fully for the first time. “You’re not taking ‘no’ for an answer, are you?”

He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a discerning look that you were sure scared the boys of the 104th into obedience. “No.”

His hands slid to your front, pulling your blouse from your skirt and deftly unbuttoning it.

“You’ve been working hard. And you have more hard work in front of you. It’s not a crime to take a break to care for yourself. I … I worry you don’t do that enough,” he admitted, pushing the light fabric off your shoulders and onto the floor.

He moved on to your skirt, carefully pulling the zipper so it wouldn’t catch. “And now that I’m here, I can make sure you’re cared for the way you deserve.”

Invading your space further, Wolffe trailed the lightest of kisses across the top of your bare shoulder up the column of your neck, moving slowly to touch every inch of your skin with his lips. You barely registered how much you were leaning into him, relying on him to hold you, until he gathered you in his arms and began walking to your bedroom.

“I take care of myself just fine, I’ll have you know,” you countered as he laid you gently across your bed. “You spoil me. There’s a difference.”

Wolffe’s smile was positively sinful as he shook his head. He pulled himself over you, resting on his side so he could map out the curves of your body with one hand.

“There shouldn’t be, sweetheart.”

You would have protested more normally. Your mind was desperately trying to hold onto the urgency of your work, needing to get started lest your anxious thoughts consume you, but it was getting harder and harder. A pleasant fog overtook your thoughts, your body already having yielded to his touch, legs opening at the barest tap from his calloused hand. His rough touch pulled a gasp from you as he passed lightly over your heat.

“That’s it, baby. Just let go. Lay back and let me take care of you.”

So you did. And it wasn’t long before the only thing you could think was Wolffe.

[fallinallincurls]

can i possibly ask for an erik johnson blurb from prompt list #1 with prompt #16 which is “"he treats me well-" "okay good for you." "- but he isn't you."” I WOULD DIE 🥹🥹🥹

thank you for the request ah!! i had fun writing this one!

it wasn't supposed to be like this. you thought you were going to marry erik, move into his house in california, travel the world and start a family. but when it all came crashing down and those dreams turned to dust, only one person was there.

nathan.

you didn't expect to fall in love with him so quickly. especially not so soon after the heartbreak and misery that your relationship with erik had caused. and although there might've been a time where you would've felt guilty about dating his teammate right after, you don't feel that now. erik is across the country playing in buffalo and probably has no idea you're even with nate.

that is until the sabres come to denver to play the avs.

you know most of the guys are going out to dinner with erik the night before the game to catch up with an old friend. and despite nate's devotion to you, erik is still one of his closest friends. you decide to be friendly if you see him and luckily escape dropping nate off at the restaurant without seeing a glimpse of the tall blonde haired man you used to love.

you go out with some of the girls and get your mind off the raging emotions rolling through you and the millions of thoughts and memories that haven't died down since this morning. you feel confident you might not see him at all, but when you park the car outside the restaurant to wait for nate, your heart sinks.

outside, by himself, is no one else but erik.

you gather all your courage and take a deep breath as you step out of the car to approach him. there's no way he doesn't know about you and nate now so you decide the best thing to do is to clear the air. get some closure and finally move on.

before you can say anything, let alone an apology, erik starts speaking.

"nate told me. i had no idea. but i'm happy for you." although the words are supposed to be encouraging, erik's voice is flat and monotone giving away how he truly feels about the situation. the need to defend yourself arises, but so done a realization that you hadn't come to terms with until this very second.

"he treats me well-" you start before being abruptly cut off.

"okay good for you." erik says in a clipped tone. those familiar blue eyes that used to be full of adoration for you are now icy and cold.

"- but he isn't you."

erik is stunned for a moment, processing what you just admitted. that after everything, all the heartbreak and pain, you missed him. you still loved him even though you were with his friend. and knowing that nate could never compare gives erik a small dose of satisifaction.

"i still love you too. and miss you more than anything. but a lot has to happen if you want to give us another chance." erik states, a glimmer of hope in his gaze. and before you can respond, tell him that you want him back, that you would do anything to be his again, nate comes out onto the street with a beaming smile on his face.

"my two favorite people! ej, everyone is looking for you. and y/n, do you want to stay? it shouldn't be much longer."

just like that, the moment has passed. but you catch erik glancing back at you as a reminder of what just happened.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #202

I took a morning walk with J. And I streamed a lot of Dead Cells today.

This time, I finally managed to gather and use all of the Moonflower Keys. In order to gather those, you have to find all three of the Gardener's Keys in The Promenade of the Condemned. Then you have to find where the Moonflower Keys are hidden in the next three stages, and unlock the passages to them with a Gardener's Key. These exist in places called The Ramparts, The Graveyard, and The Forgotten Sepulcher. Normally, you can't get to The Graveyard from The Ramparts, but you can if you have three Boss Cells active.

But for this run, I started with a stack of 120 curses. That's because I keep breaking down pay doors. There are two 50-curse pay doors, and up to two 10-curse pay doors in the Prisoners' Quarters. If you have a curse, then if you get hit even once, you'll die instantly, until you defeat the same number of zombies as your curse stack. So I had to defeat 120 zombies without making any mistakes on a rather challenging level of difficulty. I'm not really sure how I pulled it off, but I managed.

I imagine you'd probably be really good at this game. Maybe someday if I get impossibly lucky, I'll get to see you play a game sometime. Or maybe you'll sit with me and make silly commentary as I play. That might be nice.

In the end, I got defeated by The Hand of the King. I've only fought him a handful of times, and his movements are still somewhat strange to me. So I practiced against him for a little while in the Training Room. Maybe I'll do a little better next time.

Br visited unexpectedly today while I was streaming, and that was lovely. And then there was the gathering of polyamorous people happening in that one place, and my friend H asked me if I was going. I wasn't expecting to go, because I thought Br was going to stick around the house a little longer, but as it turns out, she had to go run some errands and then go home. So Br dropped me off at the gathering.

I like being there with all of the non-standard folk; I feel a little bit less alone. But I don't know how to mingle very well. My main topics of discussion usually relate to human psychology and the mechanics of trauma, the state of the world at large and why it is the way it is, and other such very deep topics of discussion that most people in my world seem rather uncomfortable with for reasons I don't fully understand; how do we fix solvable problems if we refuse to talk about them?

I could talk about my other interests, like my wire trees and my art and acapellas, but I find then that people either get bored or weirded out very quickly, or otherwise become intimidated by me and by what I can do, or else think I'm trying to be a showoff, or worse - call me "talented" or "impressive" - so outside of this space or at home, I try not to talk about myself much unless prompted.

I could try to talk about their interests, but I've had experiences in which my asking has caused the other person to feel vulnerable and defensive, and the result is them angrily telling me to mind my own damn business. You wouldn't believe how many people get angry in response to, "what do you like to do for fun?" or else reply with a sarcastic, "wouldn't you like to know?"

I could talk about you, but most people in my world don't know who you are. And of the ones who do, most of them think very… unkind and murdery things in your general direction. I wonder if the irony in that is lost on them…

I could talk about the weather, but that seems so superficial, and if I'm not careful, I'll end up talking about how the weather is changing because our climate is changing, and nobody wants to think about that. And I don't know anything about sports or reality TV or celebrities. Maybe if I was more normal I'd know about those things.

But I'm really not especially interested in the personal life of whatever celebrity is trending. I'm not especially interested in keeping abreast of whatever's trending at any given moment, just in general. I wanna talk about the universe and the meaning of life and how you felt in response to creating your latest work of art, and… I guess most folks just think that stuff is weird and gross and cringe or however else "vulnerable" gets euphemized nowadays. I know I'm not entitled to emotional vulnerability from anyone - I know that. But I don't know how to get to know people if all personal questions like, "what do you like" and, "what do you do" can be misconstrued as rude in one way or another.

So for the most part, at a social gathering, I tend to keep to myself and let people talk to me at their leisure if they want to. Naturally, I do want to talk to other people about anything and everything, but when I initiate, usually bad things happen and the other person feels very uncomfortable and I never quite understand why because no one ever tells me or gives me a chance to improve; usually once you fuck up, you're done and that's it. I'm not "socially appropriate". And as an autistic person, I likely never will be. It occurs to me how much being autistic is like going through socializing with an infinite stack of curses, just like in Dead Cells; once you fuck up, you're done. So it's usually better to keep my mouth shut as often as possible when I'm not at home. When I open up in other places, usually whatever welcome I thought I had wears out quickly.

I guess that's one of the reasons I write to you. This silly little existence of mine is oppressively lonely sometimes, outside of the walls of my house. The odds of you ever seeing these are vanishingly small, and so, the odds of you telling me what a weird and useless waste of space I am are also vanishingly small. And even if these do, by some miracle, ever reach you, I can't imagine you'd ever want to write back to me. And I guess there is some small comfort in that. I guess I really don't want to receive a letter from you telling me how weird and gross and inappropriate you think I am; if I ever did receive anything from you, I can't imagine it'd be anything other than something like that.

I guess in short, I don't mingle because I'm still scared of being on the receiving end of others' disgust and contempt. If I had a nickel for every time some person described me as "passionate" when it was really code for "weirdly obsessed", or described me as "marches to the beat of her own drum" when it's really code for, "I'm going to do whatever it takes to avoid this person", or described me as "unconventional" when they really mean "insane"… I'd have a lot of nickels.

And maybe they're right; who knows? But nonetheless, I'm a person that others can come to with anything and everything, whether I've known them for years, or whether we met today. I am a person who folks can tell their deepest, darkest secrets to, knowing that I will not judge them, and knowing that I will keep those secrets safe. And indeed, there are a number of folks who trust me in this way. But it's not really my place to have that reciprocated to me, I think. And it's probably better if I can just be strong for everyone else, in any case. I can handle it.

When people talk to me first instead of me trying to initiate, then I am better able to gauge where they're at and respond accordingly. They can set the pace of the conversation. They can decide when to end it and when to continue at their leisure. They can decide the topic. If I try any of these things, usually I fuck it up, because I am myself, and myself is always either too much or not enough, except for in a few very preciously rare cases. I don't want to hurt anyone by accident, so I find that the best thing to do is usually stay quiet and listen, and offer very brief tidbits about me only when specifically asked.

So mostly I just sat and wove a wire tree. A person named Gw sat next to me and seemed to enjoy sharing the space with me and that was nice. Here's how far along I got today:

...Peridot and cherry quartz on white wire. Hopefully it'll look nice when it's done...

Oh. I got a couple other pictures for you. I found another feather on the trails today as J and I walked on them:

...And the moon looked really cool today, so I snagged a picture:

...It's not the best picture because it's just a cellphone camera and I had to zoom all the way in. But still. Still...

Well. I guess I'll end today's letter here. I don't really have anything profound to say. But I do hope the joy in the simple things I write about reaches you.

I love you. Please stay safe out there. I'll write to you again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[fountainpenguin]

So I'm trying to figure out how to explain Poof and Foop being caught up with their peers mental age-wise at the end of / right after the time freeze for writing reasons. Cause if they were being held back by the time freeze, and fairies aren't ready to attend school until they're 40-50, wouldn't they still be years behind in that regard? Was their mental age unaffected by the time freeze?

I personally had them aging while they were in Fairy World (i.e. the time freeze only affecting Earth). That's why it took 50 years for Fairies to catch on and even then, they didn't put the pieces together until Timmy confessed... Fairies kept aging normally, so only godparents would notice, but you have to be down on earth to interact with your godkid and if you're on earth, you're getting influenced by the magic overlay.

Poof's development was delayed because he was only aging while away from Earth (such as visiting extended family or attending school), but he did indeed age. Perfectly reasonable for him to know what 2+2 is by the time he's 40 to 50, I think.

FOP canon establishes pooferty, so we know the jump from babbling baby to speaking in full sentences is totally normal in their world, so I always assumed a jump in logic and awareness came along with it.

A good example of this would be my one-shot "Hidden" which shows Foop struggling with some development milestones (in this case, A-not-B search error) despite being able to talk:

"Something is seriously wrong with you! I'm not a baby anymore. I am an intelligent being! You make a mockery of me with your silly parlor games!" "Please retrieve the jack-in-the-box, Anti-Poof." "Oh my smoke! It's right here, you insufferable paperweight!" So saying, Foop ripped Caudwell's jacket from the floor. … to reveal that the stone floor was bare beneath it. "What?" Both hands clapped to the sides of his head. "What is this trickery? I don't understand. Where did it go? It was hidden right here last time."

Post-pooferty, he'd have no problem making the leap from "I watched this guy put my toy under a blanket so therefore my toy is under the blanket and not under his jacket the way it was last time."

Frozen timestream is also where we get "Shouldn't Have Survived," which is that one-shot about the Burger World employee getting in a fight with Happy Peppy Gary over... well...

Kenny's eyes roamed around the office. They settled on a calendar resting on the desk beside the pencil sharpener and a pink laptop - one of those 'tear off one page a day' types of calendars. "Gary… What year is it?" "2002," Gary answered without hesitation. "Or did you want it in the Fairy calendar? It's the Year of the Last… the Last… Well, I can't be expected to remember what it was exactly-wactly, but you get the idea. Oh, Last Berry- that was it. It's the Spring of the Last Berry. LS, 90, YoLB19. Yes: June 13th, 2002, exactly a week before the Fairy calendar turns to summer on June 20th. What?" When he saw Kenny's expression, he tipped his head, the soft blue tassel on his graduation cap bouncing against his dark cheek. "Am I wrong?" "I dunno. Where I'm from, it's 2008." "Well, well! I respect and support you. Haha, I don't even know you anymore, friend, but here on Earth it's 2002. I sing the counting song with the kids. Every day. For the last seven years. I think I know how my numbers go, Kenny..."

Them... Thank you FOP for giving us a canon frozen timeline for 50 years; no media will ever feed me so well again <3

Besides Timmy, who made the Secret Wish, Kenny's the only human who was ever aware of the frozen timestream, though he quickly succumbed to the time freeze magic and fell for the lies just like everybody else. I like to think he tracked Timmy down and confronted him and Timmy pulled him aside and did a little gaslighting... Shh, you didn't see anything...

He went a little nuts and that's hinted in the 130 Prompts even if it's not the main focus, but we love him for it.

That wasn't your question, but I'm still not over the fact that they brought him back for Season 10 and he is STILL serving burgers and looking bewildered about it...

POV: Your place of work (which is outer space) blows up in S7E1 and you spend the next 3 to 4 seasons wandering Dimmsdale because no one cared enough to send you back up there. Kenny, my son...

[jamiesfootball]

for the ask game thing, J, A, M, I, E, S, F, O, T, B, L, because i'm cheeky

You are darling

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr. (You don’t have to care about it or follow it; it just has to be something that Tumblr made you aware of.)

Most things my god. Critical Role. The Magnus Archive. Riverdale. Welcome to Night Vale. Bridgerton. Six of Crows. The Owl House. I could go on.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Jamie Tartt / general happiness. If there is a person who kind of breathed on him nice one time, I want to hear about it. Jamie and the rest of the team I am particularly interested in, because while Ted Lasso as a whole is a good show, it did not often give us ensemble-hangs-out plotlines, and I love a good ensemble.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Higgins!

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

MCU. After a while I got tired of seeing the characters I liked from the comics getting watered down, and it drove me crazy to see how much fandom liked the watered down versions.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

It's probably the cat thing, isn't it? Though I'm quite proud of my Richmond injury list

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

I just posted a very long one about Jamie and Isaac, but the long and short of it is that they send each other selfies of their outfits for the day every morning.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

The first fandom I was in was Dragon Ball Z. As I am still ingesting fan content for it, I would say I am still in the fandom. So that's about 25 years.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

This was vaguely rigged because of how often I've been listening to my character playlists. The song that came on is 'Passing through a Screen Door' by The Wonder Years, Little Kruta. It's not only from my Jamie Tartt playlist, but some of the lyrics are chapter titles in one of my fics.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

Answered the big one already, but for a minor stupid headcanon that I'll put up in a place of prominence: after Wembley, Higgins was informed of what happened. He was distraught for the role he unknowingly played. He delicately put word to security to let him know if any complaints were filed or needed to be filed to keep Jamie's dad off the premises. And when no complaints were filed...

...look, he's a middle manager at heart. He's used to doing what needs done without people telling him to do it or even knowing he took care of it. Unbeknownst to anyone outside of the Directors of Beboperations (plus a few favors called in),Jamie's dad is banned from a number of stadiums across the country (12 and counting).

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Richard and Jan Maas. They're asshole 4 asshole. I get it.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves. (Characters you’re neutral about are fair game, as are characters you merely dislike. Characters that you absolutely loathe with the fire of ten thousand suns are exempt, as there is no point in giving yourself an aneurysm over a character that you hate.)

For someone whose purpose is narrative villain, I find the character of Rupert interesting. He's charming, he's determined, he's relentless, he's socially gifted - all positive traits that double as flaws. You see why Rebecca fell for him as easily as you see why she loathes him.

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

I know this isn't really a request but if it's fine, can I ask for some advice? 😭

I want to write character x reader fics but I'm afraid of getting the character "ooc". What should I do?

Oh btw it's fine if this gets ignored, but if it doesn't then thanks so much in advance!

Sure I can try to give some advice though be warned I am typing so fast things might blur together :D

Under the read more cause it loooong

You're afraid of getting a character to be out of character? My suggestion is that you do your research! What do I mean by that? Well I mean study whatever information about that character you're able to find. This can be character audios that are within a game, pages of manga where they show up and dialog between them and other characters.

Every bit counts but don't ignore other characters in the process because in order to get a good feel of a character you need to see what others think of them. Like do other characters think they're pretty nice and caring, do people hate them and why do they. You should also consider the environment the character is in as well as whatever culture the character's environment may be based on.

I would say not to create and Alternate Universes until you've got a good hang of what you're working with first as you could add unnecessary details and get lost while trying to figure out what is what. But I do encourage writing shorter smaller works be it headcanons, short scenarios/imagines to get started. Don't worry about making the character out of character when you first start out because even the best of writers can make a mistake here and there.

I also encourage writing for yourself first before taking requests from other people. This can be hard if you don't have any ideas of what to write in the first place but think about what you'd like to read but haven't seen yet on any of the sites where you read. For me as an example I saw many fics where Scaramouche was rather degrading or down right abusive to the reader, I didn't like that so I wrote a few where while he's still abrasive, it's part of his personality, he does treat the reader with care with his actions rather than words.

If you still have no idea what to write I suggest looking up writing prompts! Those can be a great way to get started. I also encourage just writing but not deleting anything as you go until the very end because if you're too busy deleting stuff you're too busy to write!

I'd also suggest writing things in more than one point of view while writing character x readers it could help you figure out what style you prefer to use and what sounds better to you.

But back to the topic! If making a character ooc is what you're worried about when writing try to think about what would cause a character to say/do something rather than "____ would never say/do that!" I say this because you limit yourself by thinking a character would never do something like let's say for example murder if they're a kind a warm soul.

You need to think what would drive someone so kind and welcoming to kill someone. Perhaps they had no choice as it was either them or their enemy because they were trying to protect someone precious to them. Think about stuff like this and you'll slowly open your mind to the wonderful possibilities your writing can take.

Let's use Jing Yuan as an in game example for a scenario where you'd think he wouldn't do something: Helping Criminals. In the main quest Jing Yuan works with the Stellaron Hunters in order to get Dan Heng to awaken his powers again. Now The Stellaron Hunters are wanted criminals ALL over the universe basically, what would drive a General who has every right to arrest them to let them leave without capture? Simple: There's a bigger threat that they can't deal with that needs a specific person, Dan Heng, to gain access to.

I dunno if this is clear enough of what I mean but I hope this helps you and any other writer who wants to get into writing character x reader.

[dawnoboo]

Animal crossing wild world for the ds is older then I thought it was.

I just recently learned that on Jan 26 2006, Nintendo sent a bugged tulips to players over Nintendo WIFI, as a way to get players back on the game. When players logged into their towns and collected their mail from their house, they received a empty note with a red tulip. Strange, I know, but they were able to place the red tulip anywhere. Many players decided to place this item in their homes and once placed the tulip would be invisible. Strange, but whatever. So later when they found a different item; either buying or receiving it as a gift, and go to place it, the game wouldn't let them. They couldn't because it is was the same spot they originally tried placing the tulip. The tulip caused that tile in their homes to become locked and the only way to reverse this was to turn off the console and lose all their progress. If they were unfortunate enough to save after placing the tulip, that space would be locked forever. Fans went online and made it known to Nintendo, who prompted stopped sending this tulips to players a few hours later and blamed their tool used to upload the items Nintendo wanted to send players. This single event made one of rarest items a player could have obtained that came from Nintendo.

Something else happened that day, it was the same day I was born. I don't keep up much about the animal crossing game timeline of release, but I didn't expect to be younger then Wild World. How my perception works is that if I'm playing a game on the newest tech, then I am older then anything released on that device. When I was young, probably 5-8, my sister and I received 2 Nintendo Ds lites and I received a copy of wild world shortly afterwards. I remember sharing that game with my sister across our two ds's and playing it quite a lot; especially since I didn't have much friends back in middle school.

Wild World is my favorite Animal crossing game because it was the one I was raised up on. I can appreciate what Animal crossing on the Gamecube did without internet, seriously sharing towns via memory cards, having designs and items be given via nook codes or actual physical cards via the e-reader if you had both a e-reader and link cable and I can be amazed by the new content New Horizon has brought to the series. They just aren't the same as sitting in a car seat and living a little virtual life in my tiny village that I stumbled into.

It was a huge surprise, learning that Nintendo sent bugged Tulips that ruined a few kids rooms on the same day I was born. I cannot believe that I, who was born a year after it's release, still had the opportunity to play this game, a little under a decade since it's release; depending on when I received my copy of Wild World.

I kinda feel a bit obligated to find and own a copy of the game where someone received this letter from Nintendo, cause it's very strange and wacky that I am just as old as this simple, possible, compiling mistake.

Also, I guess, happy 19th birthday to me :}

[originemesis]

@dracoiaboli xxx

" You don't strike me as someone who'd be satisfied pickin' one side of the fence though. Why do ya gotta play games? We all know you wanna be in charge, and we all know you got some people on your shit list."

He'd flick his fingers to ignight the air at both their eye levels to create two large cigars hovering in the air. Satan would take his, lighting it with a puff from his snout and placing it in his mouth.

" Lucifer ain't gotta be someone either of us have to deal with. I don't know what you think of me, but I'd wager you got some fire under your ass to see Lucy dead. I'm in his inner circle, and I got my own reasons to get rid of him.

I don't see why we wouldn't work this problem out. You don't seem particularly loyal to Michael either."

"And you don't strike anyone as the brains over brawn type, or like- anything less mild mannered than an active volcano. What's your point ~ ? Got to keep 364 days from being a major suck fest somehow." Until extermination day, anyway. Interlaced talons tuck beneath his chin as he considers the weight of assumptions when they're accurate. "That the royal 'we all', or are you one of those alt pronoun snowflakes now?"

Prattling aside, he can only deflect from the shady subject at hand for so long and though it's not exactly a palate cleanser, the cigar's appearance at least appeases him enough to let Wrath proceed. Mostly because he's distracted with the process of lighting his on one of the glowing chunks of brimstone that's fallen onto the table from the ceiling after what he can only assume came from a lost temper at some point. He'd taken to drilling it onto the hot coal like he were prehistorically trying to start a fire with some sticks, but pauses mid-screw at the thought suddenly given form.

"Inner circle- uh huh, sure. Fancy sounding job title for a bouncer. But I can't say you're wrong without breaking the whole 'angelic code of conduct' and shit." Doesn't matter if he says nothing at all though. The mention of yet another Morningstar earns a restless, albeit passive aggressive readjustment of wings that puts out the cigar once he'd finally got it smoking, prompting him to keep cooking it over the coal.

"Bro's been busting my balls since dawn of Eden. Definitely wanted to pork my wife. Listens to Nickelback unironically. But 'cause he's 'Mr. Golden Ending'- he gets a pass. If any of that counts for a reason for genuine loyalty, you'll have to let me know." A shrug later, he's about to take a puff with his mask still in place. "What about it?"

[folcanta]

copy/pasting thoughts direct from 2015. don't read this

it might be because i've been reading every single Araki interview i can find (and feeling so insulted on his behalf that people still think he's a slapdash idiot) + working on a new story so my brain's going a mile a minute but I JUST THINK it's incheresting that even aside from it being the moment in which The World awakens (possibly hinted in the OVA, intentionally hinted in DPP) and aside from star platinum ROARING after its attack to portray/release jotaro's tension, and aside from it being a crucial enough turning point that 2 lush OVA episodes were dedicated to it, oh and aside from it being jotaro's special fight in jojo's venture/heritage for the future,

it's also that jotaro beat all the prior (and future) enemies to shit til they were dead/retired without any care and then... and then... the very first guy whose life he wants to spare, the first since taking on his homies polnareff and kakyoin... well, he's not allowed, that choice is taken away from him by the guy committing suicide right in front of him. HUH???

i wonder if there was a prompt, like "create an enemy Jotaro would actually respect." there are so many little humanising details, including us hearing n'doul's running commentary/internal thoughts due to him being alone.

why would i waste time thinking about something as nothingburger as jotaro/kakyoin, something for which you have to mash your brain into a donut shape because they have no chemistry (compared to the well-established and very sweet ongoing friendship with polnareff) plus kakyoin being MIA— i don't know why should i bother being distracted by that when the thing i'm being shown, with purpose and intent, is SO compelling that my brain goes tesseract mode. i feel like i'm taking CRAZY PILLS

though that's how i feel about most jjba ships/how they're done. actually, most ships from anything. usually the stuff i like is so good (LMAO?) that i find maximum satisfaction exploring it along the axis of what it's dishing out... i want the narrative to double down, i want to accept that this is what an author has decided is important and if they think that then what does that mean? and forget that i'm delusional for a second OK

another example is phoenix/edgeworth in ace attorney. jesus christ. it feels like someone told a big lie in like 2006 and it spiralled into a game of telephone and everyone was like "oh, ok!" but replaying it since then, i find there are So Many fascinating relationships/dynamics to explore, things that are so much more captivating to me than that ship. both edgeworth and phoenix are rude as fuck, one a highfalutin uncontrollably transparent bitch and the other an intense and abrasive dirtbag leftist, both very petty, and them being friends, and them being friends with larry, is gold to me. because ok, if that's true, and it is, and it's funny and fraught and complex, then THAT'S what i want to daydream about.

i really don't think it's lack of creativity on my part, i think i just get inspired by different elements of a story. i did a big search trying to find "films similar to HEAT (1995)" but every recommendation is just... crime. it's not examined much further than that. i haven't found anything that comes at it from the angle of how emotions/atmosphere are structured, guided, even purposefully distracted in HEAT, the anxiety and guilt and sorrow and relief you're made to feel. if Michael Mann is known for his meticulousness, then meticulousness of emotion, of breathlessness, and how that's crafted, should also be a point of study and comparison! i don't need it to be identical in genre— HEAT could've been a great heist film in terms of cleverness, but it's the tone and connection formed which elevates it.

i'm so much more interested in the symbolic turning point of the n'doul fight because of exactly what it is, it's a literal sudden gut punch causing a jarring reflection and sense of humanity that was easy to bypass before. that's amazing to me. if someone had only watched the garish DPP version and hadn't read the manga or seen the OVA then i could maybe understand since there isn't much in terms of colour or set dressing to carry what's going on, but, like i said, that Is the one with The World, it Is the one where we get a glimpse of N'doul with DIO... idk. i'm an insane person and i've been thinking about it off and on for almost 10 years and that's probably medically abnormal but unfortunately i can convince myself of anything and i never disappoint myself

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Alejandro Balde 130 🙏🙏 he’s so underrated

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130-"Are you planned to stay glued to my side the whole day?"

y/n's job at the club of Barcelona was pretty simple but tiring at the same time. She was Xavi's assistant. Always following him around in the training sessions and in the locker rooms and around the stadium

But the best thing she loves about her job is the fact that she met Alejandro through it. They had a few disagreements when they first met, but after they hit it off, they realized that they felt attracted to each other. Soon enough, they started dating, of course, without Xavi knowing. Pedri, Gavi, Ansu, and Ferran were a few of the only people who knew about them.

They didn't mind Xavi knowing, but they didn't want him to scold them about how unprofessional what they did was.

The season was coming to an end as the team has a few more games only.

y/n was gathering some papers from her desk, taking them to Xavi so he can sign them, when Ale appeared through the door.

"holaaa mi amorr," he sang, his hands behind his back as he slowly walked into the room. He stood behind her, while she still didn't look at him focusing on the papers in her hands, he put his arms around her waist, placing his face in the crook of her neck, with small kisses on her neck

y/n gently pushed him away when she finished organizing the papers for Xavi. Alejandro whined, when she didn't spare him a single glance

"Ale I have to give those to Xavi to sign, then I'm supposed to be planning the next team meeting. and aren't you supposed to be in training?" she started walking, knowing he's gonna follow her either way

"well coach gave us a 15 minutes break so I thought I'd come and see you, but clearly the feeling isn't mutual" he said in an annoyed voice, while y/n chuckled

"I told you we're not supposed to see each other a lot. The staff won't hesitate to tell Xavi if they sensed something between us. " she was speed walking now, afraid she won't find Xavi

" Who cares? It's not like he cares if we're dating" he said, making y/n stop dead in her tracks

"I care Alejandro. I live from the money I make from this job, so please stop with the reckless behavior or else I might get fired" she started walking again, Alejandro still walking behind her too

"you know I wouldn't let that happen" he said, waving at the people who greeted him while passing by

"yes I know but you also can't do anything about it if it happened" she waved at Xavi to get his attention as he appeared in her sight

She ran to him with the papers in her hands, Alejandro too running behind her

"you've got to sign those, and then read this at home and give us your opinion. its about everything related to the new and future signings" she said

Xavi signed the papers quickly before he noticed Alejandro behind y/n

"The 15 minutes are over. Go back to the feild, Balde, " he said, nodding his head towards the team

"um actually I'm feeling a bit nauseous and I was wondering if I could leave early today?" he asked, making y/n look at him suspiciously as he was doing just fine a few minutes ago

"yeah yeah whatever. get a good sleep and take a visit to the doctor. we're winning the league tomorrow" Xavi said before walking away

y/n looked at Ale with an annoyed look, while he gave her a cheeky grin. She started walking back to her office and Ale was trailing behind her like a puppy

"Are you planned to stay glued to my side the whole day?" she asked as she noticed his presence behind her

They entered the room, y/n sitting down on the small couch she had while Alejandro locked the door

"yeah. I missed you all day and all you did was ignore me" he pouted, a desperate tone evident in his voice

y/n looked up from her laptop at his pouty face. She closed the laptop and smiled at him, as his face lit up.

She patted her lap, Alejandro lying down and placing his head on her lap, while she ran her fingers through his curls

"I missed you too love. but you know how much my job means to me and how afraid am I to lose it. how about making it up for you by dinner at mine tonight?" she suggested causing Ale to grin widely

"I'd love that thank you honey. now gimme a kiss" he puckered his lips at her. She smiled and leaned down towards him, pecking his lips a few times before settling them on each other for a while