#delta v was so fun...

[ratsplendor]

Imagine Stan puts on a horror movie thinking it'll end up with Fidds cuddling up to him out of fright and instead he winds up with Fidds spending 3 days straight on an engineering project "just in case" clown zombies (or somethn, idk) happen to be real.

LOOK i know the vast majorikty of the world is not as fucking insane about Phineas and Ferb as i am but i swear to god Doof and Fidds are MADE to bring the worst out in each other on this type shit.

you literally did not ask so i'm putting this under a readmore. just know that i see your vision and endorse it.

ok just humor me for a second. both gay. both incredibly prone to paranoia over the things you wouldn't expect (but blase about the ones you *would* expect). Doof's most terrifying horror movie would be a documentary about vending machines. Fidds leveled Palo Alto's downtown because ????.

they would meet on fucking. UseNet. not even on a prepper mailing list or anything b ut like fucking... misc.forsale.forklifts or some fucking shit. some poor jackass is selling a forklift in the Bay Area and Heinz is like Hey i don't need this item but i am taken with the way you photographed it. it's almost as if it's waiting to stage an attack from the shadows. now that i think about it, i'm kind of scared. but my wife says my neglectful childhood predisposed me to over-empathize with inanimate objects. is anybdoy out there ,

ans in all caps Fidds just types FIDDLEFORD.MCGUCKET@BMU.EDU EMAIL ME and his sign off is something like "Check your voltage, beeyotch!" from college. bc mostly he just lurks.

anyway poor tom.minch@oceanlumber.biz just needs this forklift gone like. yesterday. and instead two batshit insane service tops are going Heyyy don't i recognize you from married.gays.personals lately???

[lyssakinzzz]

Pining.

Warnings: public sex, somewhat of established relationships(like they know each other), oral (f! receiving), dumbification, Grace being a MUNCHHH, Black reader!! Degradation, p in v, threesome.

Paring: Grace x Bo chow x Reader.

TYSM FOR BEING MY FIRST ASK ANONNN

You knew Bo and Grace had shared affection for you.

When you would go to the store Bo or Grace would knock off a few dollars in order to win your favor.

You just thought they had some fantasy about you, and it wasn't even too bad to. They were both very attractive, and it wouldn't be too bad if one thing led to another...

Anyways, tonight was going to be a good night. The twins were opening a juke joint down here, and you were gonna have fun and party till the sun came up, you thought as you walked in to the hot shed, people were preforming, couples were dancing, and the air smelt good. You smiled at cornbread as he let you in and you stood up and waited for Sammie to start singing.

Everyone in the delta knew the boy was good. So, it wasn't too shocking when you heard he was preforming here, he flashed you a smile and you returned it as you sat down and got a drink. Then you smelt the deep floral and sugary perfume of Grace right behind you. You turn to be met with her gorgeous face. She was in a green dress and sat down next to you.

"Hey, girl!" You greet her smiling.

"Hey!" She smiled and gave you a hug and sneakily (or atleast she thought) gave you a good inhale and let out a little moan.

"What brings you here. I reckon you'd be home with Bo and Lisa!" You said taking a sip of your beverage.

"No, Bo's here gamblin' as always an Lisa should be home by now." she smiled her voice soft and a bit sensual, as always. She truly lived up to her name always poised with Grace. You nodded and fanned yourself down. It was always hot in the joints and especially in the south. You guys kept a conversation going for a bit, filled with giggles and acute flirting. You smirked "Well I oughta run to the ladies room!" You smiled. "Oof me too this heats spolin my makeup!" Grace smiled as you two went together as we passed the gambling room we saw Bo flash us a smile and his eyes linger on me a bit.

We powder our faces and talk, her hands strangely linger on my lower back. You couldn't really take it anymore so you said

"Now, Grace you know you married and a mama." You scolded her a bit, but you secretly wanted her to do anything and everything to you.

"I know...but Bo will never know!..." she said giving you pleading eyes while fixing your dress collar. " 'ts not like a gentleman like him to walk in the ladies room..." she muttered as she kissed your neck. You hummed in pleasure before eventually giving into her every demand. You whine as you two end up kissing, and grinding on each other like cats in heat. "Oof..." she exhaled as she kept moving, she fondled with your boobs just a bit and smiled at your little mewls. Then, you hear a loud knock on the door. "Gracie?! Come on, you and y/n decent in there?" Bo, yelled you immediately tried to get up and fix yourself, but Grace with surprising strength held you down. "Mmm...let him walk in..." she muttered while kissing your nips like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Bo walked in to see you and Grace humping and whining like bunnies in heat, and he let out a little gasp, while smirking a bit. This couple was freaky.

"Mmm..look at bo when you moan, baby..." she whispered as she kissed down your body and sucking on some spots, greedily. You mindlessly obeyed her and tried keeping eye contact with the smirking male. He stooped down next to y'all and started kissing your neck, you threw your head back and whined as you mindlessly move you hips, begging for anyone to pay attention to your lower half. Grace obviously notices this and starts to pull down your panties.

"Oh...she's wet, aren't ya, angel?" She smirked and started to kiss around your labia. You whimper and Bo chuckles, "Ooo, you're right baby, she's soaked, completely!" Bo smirked as he played with your boobs. Grace finally started lapping at you and you slowly lower your body in pleasure. "G-grace.." was the only word coming out your mouth. Like you were a young toddler who just learned a new word.

"Mmm..grace look she went all stupid..." Bo mocked you, but all you could do was moan. You tried to wiggle out of Graces grasp but she pulled you back in and lapped at your folds. You whine and huff as you creamed on her tongue.

She smirked and swallowed it. "Mmm..now that's delicious and devine, sweetheart. What's that diet of yours, hm?." She teased as Bo positioned himself inside you without you even knowing until he sank in.

"Gah!" You said as you gripped on to Grace as he sat there for a while not moving and you were still going crazy squirming. "Sh...shh baby it's alright..." she said hiding a little smile comforting you, after that he really just kept thrusting and thrusting. He was grunting as he degraded you.

"Mmmm...this slutty pussy feels so good around me...almost like you were made for me" he whispered. "I wonder what reputation you'll have in town if anyone walks in to see you fucking a married couple, at the same Damn time..." He grunted as he kept thrusting. "Oh they're would be so much rumors about you...honestly Grace should just show everyone about how much of a slut you are for us. How fucking stupid you are for my cock too, hm?" He said as he grabbed you r face and covered your mouth. "Well aren't you gonna say something you dumb, greedy bitch?" He felt his balls drawing up, he was gonna cum, real soon. "Oh this pussy is so gah tight, ain't it grace?" He grunted as he finally whimpered and Came inside you. "Imagine, being such a slut a married man's cums in ya..." He mocked you in your disheveled state. Grace smiled like Cheshire cat and licked you up clean.

This was gonna be a long night...

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

Concept: In The Burning Maze, I think it would have been cool if one of the crossword puzzles in the labyrinth had been a mathematical equation.

Specifically, a mathematical equation on mathematical logic, such as negations.

Why? Because Apollo is the god of mathematics and I think it would be funny if Grover and Meg were standing there, staring with horror at:

~(~(p^q))

"What is this nonsense?" Asks Meg, a literal sixth grader who has never before encountered college-level math.

"I...I don't know!" Responds Grover, anxiously wringing his hands. He also has never come across something like this before. "I never went to high school!"

"Is it code for something?"

"The little carrot there looks kinda like a Greek Delta- is Daedalus related somehow?"

"A carrot-what?"

"The carrot!" Grover points at the symbol between the 'p' and 'q'. "It looks like the Delta symbol!"

"Oooh. Okay."

The sentence below the odd thing reads;

Solve my riddle,

Or play second fiddle,

You can find me in education,

For I am the ________!

"...What does that mean?" Grover whimpers.

Meg looks stumped.

"...negation," Apollo's staring at the strange equation. "'Solve my riddle, or play second fiddle. You can find me in education, for I am the negation!'. That's the missing word in the rhyme."

They stare at him. "How do you know that?" Grover bewilderedly asks. "It makes no sense!"

"Math logic," Apollo simply says. "This particular one is...about first, second-year level in college, I'd say."

Grover closes his eyes, muttering; "No wonder I couldn't solve it." as Meg stares first at the equation, then at Apollo.

"What even is a negation?"

"That," Apollo points to the squiggly lines. "It cancels the truth values out, giving you the opposite of what's inside the parathesis."

"...What?"

Apollo huffs. "The 'p' and 'q' both represent something, like two parts of a sentence. The carrot can be upside-down or right-side-up, representing 'or' or 'and' in that sentence."

"Which way is up when?" Grover looked to be on the verge of tears as the realization math did not, in fact, end with numbers or numbers and letters.

"Uh..." Apollo made a 'V' with his hands. "If it's like this, it's 'or'. If it's like this," he made a tiny pyramid with his hands. "It's 'and'. Imagine a line through the center, like an 'A'. That's 'and'."

Grover rubbed at his eyes. "Too much," he whimpered. "Too much."

Apollo gave him an awkward pat on the shoulder. "In this case," he said. "It's saying 'and'. The negation, well, negates their values, so it becomes-" he pats his pants and looks in his pockets. "Anyone have a pen and paper...?"

Blank looks met his. "Okay, then...then just imagine a squiggly line in front of the 'p' and 'q'. That's what the first negation does. Then the second one negates that negation, taking the squiggly lines away."

Breathing in, he finished with; "So our mathematical answer would be, 'p and q', written with the carrot right-side-up- like the 'A'."

The tunnel was silent.

Then it was broken. "How do you know all that?" Meg demanded, looking extremely confused. "That makes no sense. I thought there were numbers."

"There are," Apollo patiently explained. "But this is a logic problem, and they don't do numbers."

"Never before have I been grateful to not to have to go to college," Grover rubbed at his temples. "Algebra was bad enough. Now this?"

"Hey!" Apollo looked slightly offended. "It's all quite fun, really, when you figure it out! Besides, we didn't even have to solve it!"

"Then why did you?" Meg asked.

Apollo stared at her. "Because you asked me too-!"

"Nope." She blew a raspberry. "None of us did."

He closed his eyes, as if praying for mercy.

"Anyway," Apollo gave both of them the stink-eye. "Math and music were quite intertwined back in the day, so the Muses and I are quite adept at it- Thalia's the geometry queen, and whatever you do, do not say 'Bet you can't solve this in a minute' to Urania. She will make you look stupid."

"Bet that's not hard."

"Oh, shut up."

insert cackle from Meg

"ANYWAY," Apollo gives her the stink-eye. "Ancient Greece was a breeding ground for mathematical minds- Pythagoras, for one, who was my son to boot! Even Hestia enjoys looking over Hephaestus's construction equations in her spare time."

The other two stared at him, as if shocked the gods would find math, of all things, fun.

Apollo awkwardly glanced away from them. He didn't know what their reactions would be if he told them of the many contributions he has made to the world of mathematics. For some reason, silly mortals didn't seem to appreciate the hard work put into them!

Sighing, he said; "Uh, Labyrinth, the answer is 'negation'. We got side-tracked there for a bit."

One hallway in front of them glowed with the answer. Without another word, they quickly speed-walked down the passage-way.

[bits-and-babs]

✦ 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐍 ✦

simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader (delta) | smut, 18+ | 4.1k

summary: you, soap and gaz make a silly bet at ghost's expense for an invaluable prize.

cw: mw3 spoiler free. 141 ridiculousness, humour, attempts to remove the mask resulting in life threatening (not really) injury, mild exhibitionism if you squint, very talkative ghost, 'interrogation' wink wink, unprotected p in v sex, reference to f receiving oral.

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"Y'know, I'm sure as shit that L.t's got brown hair," Soap pipes up in the middle of the silence that had settled inside the safe house. 

The members of Task Force 141 glance up one by one, querying eyes cast Soap's way as the guesstimated observation hangs in the air. It's louder than chopper blades, thudding against your skull and roaring in your ears as you attempt to recall the information you have on Ghost, what little physical attributes you can attribute to him. Each time, you hit a brick wall. The only image conjured in your minds-eye is the black voids of the mask's eyes and the piercing amber of his irises. 

The wind howls outside, battering the windows with Wyoming snow and creeping in through the cracks in the panes. It makes a yowling sound as it slips through the crevices, carrying your memories of Ghost's appearance with it. He truly was like an apparition, there one moment, then gone altogether. 

Gaz's brows crease in the middle, little crevices in the skin showing his mind working over the sentence. 

"He doesn't," he eventually retorts, eyebrow cocked while shaking his head, "He's blonde." 

"What makes you say that?" Price scoffs at his colleague's certainty, "You ever seen his face?"

The silence that follows makes the Captain chuckle. A wordless 'that's what I thought'. 

"You willin' to bet on that?" Soap pushes Gaz with a lopsided smirk. There it is, that ridiculous playfulness that the Scotsman continuously let slip over coms. Simon had once reprimanded him for how it would get him killed– you were almost certain if he continued down this path in particular, he'd be in a box by daylight.

"I am," Gaz counters thoughtlessly, a smug lilt to his tone as he leans the crown of his head back against the rotting wooden wall, "He's got blonde eyelashes. He's gonna have blonde hair."

"What're ya gettin' so close tae him for?" Soap grins wide, loading the new ammunition and hitting a bullseye on the first shot, "You been snoggin' him or somethin'?"

"Lads," Price warns. It's only one word, but it says a lot; 'he'll have your head.' All of you know Simon 'Ghost' Riley well enough to know it's not a joke. Seen enough of the mangled bodies he left behind to know it wouldn't be clean, either. More like he'd hack your skull from your neck, picking out the dullest blade that'd struggle to slot between vertebrae.  

"Bets on, then," Soap continues, white teeth gleaming in the low light, "First to confirm gets the honour of shootin' Hassan between the eyes." 

It's like throwing a match at a body doused in diesel. 

                           ✰

The parameters of this wager are as follows... First: the competition is between you, Soap and Gaz. Price was ruled automatically exempt the moment he admitted he had, indeed, seen Ghost's face. It was a revelation that caused quite a storm- and a promise from Gaz of £100 if he'd tell.

The Captain, quite frankly, told him where to stick it. 

Second: None of you could just ask Ghost himself. That was boring; no fun in that. 

Thirdly, there are no other rules. Acquire the information by any means necessary to claim victory. Perhaps this rule should have been revised- because to say that 141's tactics for getting Ghost to reveal his face were a little unorthodox is an understatement of the highest order. 

Despite his hulking frame, Ghost is like a cunning fox, cognizant of even the slightest changes in energy and hypervigilant of those approaching. The midnight void of his grease paint that frames his eyesockets contrasts the whites of his eyes as they dart back and forth between you all. He appears to have noted the devious scheming, practically hearing the cogs turning in your heads the moment he returned from his watch. Something is amiss, and you know Ghost knows it. 

He says nothing. 

Day One; the grumpy, black-clad special ops soldier sits back in his seat as he crosses his arms over his vast chest, cautiously observing the minute movements the three of you made. He'd bristled when Gaz stood from the sofa simply to enter another room, poised and ready to pounce at whatever fuckery the younger soldier would attempt. 

"Hey, L.t.," Soap's drawl cuts through the humorously tense atmosphere in the room, and you brace yourself for his master plan. "When was the last time ye got a haircut?"

Ghost hesitates. Waits a beat. The silence stretches almost uncomfortably until he answers, thick, bassy voice almost booming in the box room. "What're you playin' at, Johnny?"

Soap shrugs his shoulders, exuding complete nonchalance as he settles into the seat across the table from the hulking mass of man. "Just wondered if the mask ever came off. How do you cut your hair?"

Amusement ripples through you in the sound of a chuckle, both men glancing your way. Ghost peers at you, suspicion pooling thick in his pupils. 

"Shave it," Ghost rumbles bluntly, with an air of finality that leaves no room for argument or for Soap to encourage him to try something stupid like curtain bangs or, God forbid, a mohawk. 

You can't help but grin from ear to ear as you watch the Scotsman's shoulders slump in defeat, already waving a white flag upon seeing how unwilling Ghost is to play whatever stupid game you're all partaking in. Even you can't deny the anxiety that prickles across your nerve endings when you see the way Ghost's biceps flex beneath the camo fabric of his uniform, primed for action. 

When Ghost's aqua irises slide to you, your shoulders shrug comically, putting on the performance of your life to appear as though you had no idea what Johnny was up to. You see the way Ghost's blacked-out eyelids squint in suspicion. He doesn't believe you, but doesn't say as much. 

Day Three and the polite, roundabout tactics had been discarded in favour of the nuclear option. Gaz had tried ambushing Ghost in the shower, opening the door without knocking as if pretending he didn't know the Lieutenant was in there. The door slammed so quickly into his head that an egg had been steadily growing on his forehead for the past hour and a half, blood seeping from his almost certainly broken nose. 

"You'll stay out next time, Bravo 2-6, if you know what's good for you," Ghost had growled through the crack in the door before shutting it with a click of the lock. 

Holding his face and slinking away, mortally wounded, Gaz uttered a humiliated 'Yes, lieutenant'. 

Soap, clearly not having learnt from poor Gaz, decided that the next best option was a trip, so to speak. Executing a ludicrously overexaggerated stumble, Johnny reached out to grab Ghost's mask to 'steady himself' and ultimately drag it from his superior's head. 

Ghost had leapt from his seat with a roar, threatening to send Sergeant MacTavish back to Scotland in a box with the Saltire draped across the lid. The standoff only settled upon Captain Price's barked orders to stand down or hang up the uniform. 

By Day Six, Ghost had bruised your opponent's egos enough that neither Soap nor Gaz dared attempt to peek beneath the mask again. They look at you like you're absolutely bonkers when you finally announce it's your turn to try and tame the beast. 

"Yer fuckin' mad, hen," Johnny grumbled, watching you observe Ghost from across the room. He'd settled on a chair in the corner of the room, ensuring no one could sneak up on him. "You can't seriously be plannin' on-"

"I want Hassan," you shrug, a smile playing on your lips. Though, at this rate, you couldn't care less about the terrorist and the honour of dispatching him. No, Ghost had made this ridiculous game far more competitive than needed, and you planned to win.

"Have fun," Gaz scoffed bitterly, still icing the blotchy green and purple bruise that had welted on his forehead as a medal of dis-honour. You hadn't exactly helped the healing process, poking it harshly with the pad of your thumb as you laughed at his mortifying misfortune. 

You wait patiently for Ghost to move, like a stake out on a mission. Lying in plain sight in a ghillie suit, a sniper rifle pointed right between his eyes and your finger on a hairpin trigger. You wait for him to break, for exhaustion to creep in. Thankfully, you don't have to wait long. The Lieutenant rises from his chair, announcing to 141 that he's headed to bed. 

A quiet mumble of 'goodnight' from each member grants him leave, and Ghost walks out of the room without further word. You waste no time in hurrying to your feet. 

"Are you gonna...-" Soap winces when you stand, trailing off when you start after Ghost, not allowing either of your colleagues to talk you out of this suicide mission. 

Though, the moment you turn the corner, you wish you had. Ghost's broad frame practically fills the narrow hallway like someone had plucked Everest from Nepal and shoved its hulking mass into a matchbox. He's ginormous, his usually silent footsteps causing the aged, rotting wood beneath the soles of his boots to creak with the weight he applies when he turns to face you. 

The dark hallway obscures Ghost's skull-face mask, but a glittering reflection of the golden light bleeding from the bulb in the living room area flickers across the wet surface of his eyes as he observes you. You can't allow the weighty pressure of his stare to phase you if you're to push ahead with your plan- so you step forward, swallowing down the nerves that Ghost's attention inevitably dredges up. 

"Lieutenant, sir," you address him smoothly, voice low as you gaze up at him through your lashes. Ghost's eyebrow arches in response, noting your somewhat suggestive behaviour. "Permission to spea-"

"I'm hopin' you'll tell me what you're all up to," his eyes spear your nerve as he interrupts you, "They're not lettin' up, but I'll get it outta you one way or another." 

"What... Did you have in mind?" You chance, heart slamming up against your chest when you realise just how obvious you're being. It's dangerous- you hadn't planned to be so forward. The idea that he'd be able to read your flirting so soon set off mortars in your veins. 

There's a pause. It dizzies you, throwing your previously sturdy confidence off kilter when Ghost tilts his masked head slightly. He's turning it over in his mind, considering the past few days' events. Then, he turns everything on its side. 

"I know what you're doing," he speaks suddenly, the rich baritone of his voice ricocheting off the walls and ringing in your ears like he's just discharged a round of ammo with each syllable. You jerk upright, standing to attention. 

"I don't know what you m-"

"You want the mask off," he interrupts you again, cutting your pathetic excuse short as he steps forward. It's ridiculous, the sheer size of him as he looms over you. "You lot made a bet."

Another beat. Ghost waits for a response, an admission of guilt. It feels like he's cornered you; every answer that springs to mind is incriminating. You know he can see your rueful expression, wide-eyed and panicked by the ease with which he puts you on the ropes. 

"Was this your plan?" He murmurs, reaching to grasp your chin. His palm settles on the hollow of your jaw, fingers fanning out across the bone. "Get me into bed and see if I'll take it off?"

Trembling in his hold, you whimper as Ghost's thumb stretches across to trace the curve of your lip. It follows the delicate arc, lining the shape of your mouth and trailing the dip of your cupid's bow. 

"'M sorry," you mumble weakly, cheeks hot beneath his touch. Again, you fold beneath the intensity of those honeyed irises. It's a miracle your knees don't buckle when he pushes the pad of his thumb just past your lips, so that it brushes the edges of your teeth. 

"That was your plan. Y'can still give it a try, love. But..." he hums, his voice throaty and quiet and settling in the pit of your stomach. It's embarrassing, the ease with which he figures you out, but his words drip over you, easy and warm, and all you can focus on is the slip of his thumb as he presses the pad against the flat of your tongue. 

"The mask stays on." 

Ghost’s insistence makes you giggle sheepishly and your stomach flip in dread, like a child caught with its hand down a bear trap. Despite the lewdness of him pushing his thumb past your lips, you know that he’s being serious, deathly so. You nod clumsily in recognition of his executive order, and Ghost gently taps the skin of your cheek with his free hand, the soft slap of his palm against your flesh standing your hair on end.

“Go.”

The word hangs in the air for a moment, weighing heavily in the claustrophobic space of the small hallway. It takes a moment for your mind, rendered utterly useless by Ghost’s imposing presence, to understand exactly what he’s implying. Only when he removes his thumb from your mouth to shove you forward towards a bedroom door does his intention become clear.

Oh. Oh!

Scrambling to force your feet forward, they practically float across the threshold of the bedroom door. You can feel Ghost looming just behind you, can practically feel the heat radiating from his chest warming the expanse of your back. Fingers clasp over your shoulder, practically swallow the curved flesh, and shove you back against the bedroom wall.

The force of impact winds you, the air expelled from your lungs swallowed down by Ghost’s lips bearing heavily down upon your own. He’d ripped the mask upwards, the hem of the ski-mask balanced across the bridge of his nose. Simon’s tongue licks into your mouth– intrudes upon the space like he’s kicking down a door, like he’s swallowing the breath he’d expelled from you with his heavy hand. 

Once the dazed dizziness dissipates, you moan in relief at finally getting what you wanted. Ghost’s gigantic paw takes hold of your jaw in a firm grip to fit his mouth perfectly against your own, his swirling fingerprints indenting in the soft flesh there in a mottled bruise. The soft pine he coaxes from you bleeds past your open mouth despite your attempt to suppress the frankly pathetic noise. 

Fuck it, this was worth it– all of it was worth it. The fear of getting it wrong, the anxiety of being caught, the panic that Simon could turn you away… All of it seeps into the darkness in the corners of the room when your superior drags his tongue across your lower lip. It’s though he’s relishing in the taste of the aftershocks of the arousal he sparks between your legs, the dopamine that rushes through you.

“Was this your plan?” Ghost grunts, grasping ahold of the scruff of your neck. Gasping weakly, you’re almost certain your eyes roll back in your head when he uses his harsh grip to steer you towards the bed. “Get me out of my fuckin’ mind so I don’t notice you takin’ off the mask?”

“That’s–” you huff, rendered breathless by Ghost’s intruding tongue, “That’s not it–”

Your pitiful attempt to excuse yourself is made useless when Ghost practically launches you onto the mattress of his bed, the rusted metal frame screaming under the sudden weight of your body. 

“No?” he queries, the usual boom of authority in his voice replaced by something that sounds far more like goading amusement as he places the hefty weight of his palm against your sternum, holding you down and thwarting any attempt to escape. 

He needn’t worry. The last thing you wanted was to leave. 

“Tell you what,” he muses in that smug tone you always hear over the comms, his free hand quick to grasp at the leather of his belt. The buckle clinks in the quiet as he works his fingers over it, “We’ll run through this mission, yeh? See if you can complete your objective, Delta?”

Your retort, or lack thereof, dies in your throat when Ghost pushes his crotch into your own. If it weren’t for the yelp of bliss that the Lieutenant had to smother with his palm, you’d hear the way he’d practically purred when he dragged his cock against you. 

“C’mon then. Try it,” he urged. 

It’s pointless, his mock-support. You just desperately reach for the waistband of his khaki uniform trousers, cockdrunk from the tease of its shape against you. Even in the low light, you can see Ghost’s scarred lips, the way they stretch into a smirk at your desperation. 

“Abandoning mission, Sergeant?” He asks you, unzipping his trousers. “Price’ll be disappointed to know this is all it takes for Delta to go AWOL.”

“Shut up,” you moan into the cold air of the cabin. You can see your breath. “Shut up and fuck me.”

When Simon removed himself from his trousers, making some glib comment about you being demanding, you marvel at the size of him. Girthy, swollen, the ruddy tip leaks precum down the arch of his cock and traces the pulsing veins. He’s rock hard and throbbing, framed by a thatch of pubic hair. 

Fumbling with your own trousers, you awkwardly try to remove them given Simon’s weighty palm still pins you down by your sternum. He watches, a glint in his eye in the low light that would almost embarrass you if you weren’t so focused on the task at hand. 

“What was the prize?” 

“H-Huh?” you stall, mind fried by Ghost’s unexpected line of enquiry. He picks up where you left off, violently yanking your trousers down your thighs and pushing your panties aside to expose your glistening cunt to his prying eyes. 

“What. Was. The. Prize?”

You hesitate for a moment, feeling Ghost’s fingers press against the inside of your thighs as he probes this unexplored territory of you. His touch skirts the areas you want him most, teasing and goading you for more information. “H-Hassa-ahh!”

You barely manage the first syllable of your answer before Simon rests the arch of his cock against your slick pussy lips. His body jerks slightly at the heat of your swollen cunt, the ease with which he can slide himself through your drenched sex. 

“You got to kill Hassan?” he asked for confirmation, his voice unwavering. You wonder how he manages to stay so steady– you’re coming apart at the seams, trembling as the head of his cock bumps your clit clumsily. 

“Yes,” you breathe, eyes rolling back as he continues his laboured, steady torture. His free hand settles on your hip, arching your pelvis up slightly to meet his own. You grind your hips upward against his cock, and Simon expels a soft scoff from lungs, those piercing eyes settled on your contorting expression. 

“Mhmm,” he hums, rolling his hips again. This time it’s even slower, teasing. “A temptin’ reward–” 

Simon is interrupted by the moan that splits your lips when he drags the length of his cock heavily against your clit. It sparks arousal deep in your abdomen, clings to the inside of your thighs wetly. 

Perhaps the disturbance is one transgression too many tonight, because Simon grasps your hips so hard that you are forced to stop gliding over the length of his cock. You pine in protest, but you choke on the pitiful sound when Ghost suddenly plunges his cock inside of you. It spears you open, breaks you apart, and you find your back arching desperately against the mattress. 

The palm that had rooted itself to your sternum flies up to clasp against your mouth, smothering the shriek of bliss that threatened to expose your extracurricular activities to the rest of your squad. You sob through your teeth beneath his life line, tears welling in your eyes as you feel him stretch your walls open to make room for his intrusion. 

You can’t help yourself. You need something to grasp onto, and opt for his wrist above your face. Digging your nails into the inked flesh there, you watch as the pain sparks something dark and twisted in Simon’s pupils, his azure irises swallowed by the expanding blackness.

He likes it. You can tell. His cock arches up inside of you, pushing deep and rocking against something earth shattering inside of you. Damp with sweat already, the skin of his wrist ripples as he tightens his grip on your face, refusing to withdraw from your pussy walls and instead opting for sharp, shallow thrusts that push you up the mattress with each connection of your hips. 

“Fuck,” he spits, using his tight grasp to pull you back towards him. It’s obliterating you, ripping you apart and pushing all your pieces back together in a mangled, jumbled mess. You whimper as you suffer through his brutal pace, marvelling at how good it feels when he consistently spears your g-spot. 

“When would you have done it?” Simon asks you, a little breathless now as he chases the high that begins to build at the edges of your body, tingling and pulsing. 

“Shut up–” you beg him, the low rasp of his voice launching you towards that pleasure that threatens to consume you. Jerking your hips up to meet his, your body mindlessly reacts to the sound of his timbre. 

“Oh, no,” he chuckles, shaking his half masked face. There’s a silver laden scar that stretches across the base of his chin. It matches the one that splits his upper lip to the base of his nose, the ski mask hovering tantalisingly over the bridge. “When?” 

The seriousness of his tone makes your thighs quiver when paired with the sharp thrust he punctuates his question with. Years of training in maintaining a cover-story while a hostage are blown to bits as though Ghost has launched a mortar at your resolve, because suddenly all your state secrets are spilling out of you quicker than you can shove the incriminating words back into your traitor mouth. 

“I’d– Hagh… I’d do it j-just as you’re cummin–hhah!”

“And spoil my fun?” Ghost hums, that heavy timbre licking up your spine and sparking viscous embers at the base of your spine, “Anyone ever told you that you’re very fuckin’ selfish, Delta?” 

You’d offer a witty comment, but Ghost’s angled his hips just right, and your jaw is falling loose to let out a panicked whimper. 

“There it is, shit. Look at you, Sargeant. Fuckin’, you’re so tight–” 

You’re like a slip knot, tightening around him further with each knock of your g-spot with Simon’s ridiculously large cock-head. Prickling tears of bliss threaten to spill over the edge of your waterline, continuing to sting even when you shut your eyes. You’re shaking, trembling beneath his rocking hips as you mewl his name. 

“S-Simon! Fuck–”

Wild, wet squelches of Simon sinking into your soaked cunt echo in your skull as he ramps up his violent thrusts, the springs of his mattress screaming an unmistakable rhythm to anyone walking by. He doesn’t seem to care now though, his eyes zeroed in on your expression like he’s stalking a victim with his sniper scope. Aiming for complete obliteration. 

“C’mon Can feel you squeezin’ round me,” he murmurs, the steady tone he’d offered earlier shuddering slightly as you squeeze impossibly tight around him, coil threatening to snap, “You’re so close, Delta. C’mon, paint my cock an’ I’ll eat you out with my cum in you–” 

                           ✰

“He’s blonde.” 

Gawping jaws drop to the floor at your very simple observation, Soap’s eyes nearly rolling across the uneven, rotten floorboards after falling out of his skull. You can’t help the smug smile that threatens to tug at the edge of your lips, especially given the sensation of Ghost’s eyes boring holes into the back of your skull. 

The awe only worsens when Price gives a subtle nod of confirmation from the corner of the darkened room, crowning you the winner of this utterly ridiculous joust. 

“How do you know?” Gary is as shaken as Soap by the confidence with which you’d offered your final answer, in disbelief as to how you could have possibly obtained it without being maimed, given the egg on his forehead was still throbbing despite days of icing it with the snow from outside the safehouse.

“His pubes are. I assume the curtains match the drapes,” you shrug dismissively. 

The sheer incredulity that flashes across Johnny’s face is utterly hilarious. The smirk that had been threatening to break finally cracks across your lips at the confirmation of your victory. Ghost’s eyes appear to have lazered through your skull, singing brain matter with the ferocity of his scowl. Frankly, you couldn’t care less– you can see it in your mind's eye; the gorgeous contrast of a blood-red crosshair settling across Hassan’s forehead, the weight of the trigger beneath your finger as you pull it back.

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[splatsvilles-fashionista]

Ranking the promotional inklings/octolings by how much I like their outfits: Splatoon 2

Note: Since I saw some people asking about it in the last one, the names I'll be using are from the official trailers/directs, they tend to pretty consistently use the same in-game names for each promo kid.

Surume

King Flip Mesh - White King Tank - Mint Dakroniks

Starting off with the classic black/white + colorful shoes style.

This one has a fun sporty vibe to it.

Also kind of a tomboyish look, and that's always fun.

5/5 It's simple but it just works really well.

Cuttlefrsh

Squidfin Hook Cans - Black V-Neck Tee - Yellow-Mesh Sneakers

A simple, primarily black outfit accented with the yellow of the shoes and gloves.

I don't like this particular shoe model very much, but they work really well in the context of this outfit.

It all comes together to form an outfit that is basic, but still sleek and active.

4/5 I can only really dock points for the shoes but I think this is a really cohesive fit with a lot of personality.

Kensaki

Half-Rim Glasses - Hula Punk Shirt - Piranha Moccasins

Primarily neutral tones with some matching red-orange accents on the shoes and shirt, alongside ink-colored glasses.

Like a lot of them this is a simple outfit, but it's always stood out as one of the ones with the most character to me.

This also serves as our introduction to the Annaki brand, and I think it's a very good one.

5/5 There's a lot of personal bias here, but I think this is one of the strongest outfits in the series.

Kelpshot

Hockey Helmet - Inkopolis Squaps Jersey - Canary Trainers

Looking at this outfit from the top it is mostly just a hockey uniform... until you get to the green-and-yellow sneakers.

The shoes really are a wild swerve in the context of the rest of the outfit, and in this instance it's not a I swerve I think works or does anything interesting. They're just kind of mismatched.

I also think this outfit in particular is very ink color dependent. It looks good in this render, but if you've got something like pink or orange ink I think it just becomes way too messy.

2/5 The idea is there but it just doesn't cross the finish line.

Splashley

Bucket Hat - Matcha Down Jacket - Black Dakroniks

This outfit is going for matching, neutral headwear and shoes alongside a more ostentatious centerpiece with the bright yellow jacket.

I'm not personally all that huge on the way this outfit is put together. There's nothing wrong with it, the neutral colors do work with the bold yellows, but to me the matching shoes and hat makes the entire thing feel very boxy and compartmentalized.

Also, while it's very desaturated the Bucket hat does still change to match your ink color, which could throw off the intended balance here.

3/5 It's... fine. It's fine, but I think it could have been more. Maybe with some glasses instead of the hat?

Yari

Takoroka Visor - Takoroka Windcrusher - Neon Delta Straps

Another outfit built around a big centerpiece, in this case the Windcrusher, with headwear and shoes picked to match.

Honestly a very well-put together 'fit that manages to carry the multicolored motif of the Windcrusher through to the shoes and the hat even as their black elements clash with it.

I've only really got nitpicks and personal complaints here. I don't like this particular shoe model, and I think they could have done something more interesting than the visor, but that's really it.

4/5 This one's too baseline competent for me to rank it any lower, even if I wish it was just a bit bolder as a whole.

Kou

Knitted Hat - Shirt with Blue Hoodie - Smoky Wingtips

This one is interesting, because it is largely kind of a hodgepodge mix of primary color items and a cap that changes ink color.

...And yet I think it works really well, and to me a lot of it comes down to the dress shoes. They're so much fancier than the rest of the stuff she's wearing that it changes how the entire ensemble reads.

To me, this is peak "wear something comfy" fashion. It's got the vibe of just throwing together what you've got that's clean, except you've got this one expensive article of clothing you love and want to show off, and I think it is very charming.

5/5 Not all outfits need to be carefully coordinated to be perfect.

Tof-U

Painter's Mask - Pink Easy-Stripe Shirt - Hunting Boots

So this one is just weird, mixing large outdoor boots, a gas mask, and a fairly ordinary striped shirt.

And I do think the weirdness is the point here. This is the kind of outfit that inherently says a lot about the person wearing it, and so what you get out of it is largely dependent on your read of that person.

And to me, what this 'fit leaves to the imagination is what makes it worthwhile, especially alongside the done-up hairstyle. Someone specifically chose to wear this combination.

3/5 It is quite frankly a mess, but it has just enough specificity that it doesn't just feel like someone chose their outfit at random.

The Octolings

(They don't have any official names)

Black FishFry Bandana - Octoking HK Jersey - Red Powe Stripes

Oh hello, neutral headwear and top with more colorful shoes, you're back!

Except a bit more elaborate than usual, as the jersey's got a lot more going on than the usual single solid T-shirts they usually go for, and it works really well with the paisley pattern of the bandana.

That said this is another case of me not liking the shoes, as I've always found the Power Stripes too big and bulky for my liking.

4/5 Girl if you'd just picked better shoes it would have been perfect. You were so close

Squidlife Headphones - Red Cuttlegear LS - Suede Gray Lace-Ups

A very simple outfit with neutral headwear and shoes surrounding a more colorful shirt.

*Points* Look everyone, it's ProChara! Except not really, because he'd pick more interesting shoes than the ones on display here.

I'll be real. This one is just kind of boring to me. The shirt is the centerpiece of this outfit but it's just too simple to justify such plain headwear/shoes.

2/5 It's honestly baseline FINE but it screams "I am not confident enough in my sense of style to actually try and coordinate an outfit"

[obsidianpen]

Howdy! Awhile back you mentioned you weren't likely to get back to Enticed and asked if anyone wanted to pick up and write the rest, you could share your plot/plan with them... I'm no where near as good of a writer as you and couldn't do that (it actually terrifies me the idea of trying to continue a fic that you started tbh, you are one of my favorite writers). But I still find myself sometimes imagining what happens in later chapters of Enticed, for instance the big showdown at the end of OotP where Harry finally presents at the Ministry, and then in Year 6 when Harry as an Omega leads to some kind of huge Alpha fight (I imagine something like a massive chaotic bloody fight in the Great Hall where the Alphas are all triggering each other & beating each other to a pulp/dueling while the Omegas hide and Betas run for cover and teachers try to stop it). So, I wanted to ask if you wouldn't mind sharing maybe your general plot/key scenes with us just for fun? And maybe the endgame couples? If not, no worries! :)

sure! Spoilers ahead!

so yeah Harry presents as a delta (omega) during the whole ministry fiasco, ofc, and it’s about as dramatic as you would expect me to make it. It happens during the possession scene and so V is right there - like couldn’t be closer to it really - and loses all self control and sense of self, trying to uh, get Harry lol but Bella, also a delta, is there, and she and Harry’s dynamics actually revolt each other so she’s not affected at all. She manages to drag her lord away to safety (she is the only one who would be powerful enough to do this), where he otherwise would have been caught by Dumbledore.

Harry meanwhile is a mess, and it’s too late for any kind of repressing potion for him. He gets taken away by Dumbles (who has MUCH more self control than Voldemort btw) and is put into quarantine. Poor Harry, it’s not a fun time.

he eventually resurfaces and is told what all happened. He has a nice little chat with Dumbledore about the uniqueness of being a Delta, which Dumbles knows all about, because duh, Grindelwald was a delta. (He also learns ollivander is a delta).

year 6: Harry is getting all the stares. He’s finally able to perceive magic and now he GETS it. He and Ginny (also an omega) have insta-bonded. Hermione is protective and already planning future ministry legislation. Ron is uncomfortable but is still Harry’s best friend and ride or die.

Draco Malfoy keeps a great distance from Harry but can’t seem to keep his eyes off him. Harry gets it because he’s having the same problem with him and about six other alpha wizards. He still hates him.

Harry is no longer able to stay in the boys dorm. He now has to stay with the other omega girls in their special dorm room, which he finds mortifying at first, but then realizes how necessary that is, and grows to enjoy them quite a lot.

Harry is aggressively adopted by Godiva (self appointed Head Omega of the Gryffindor squad) and is forced to be ‘one of them’ (though he still escapes all the time and prefers to hang out with his ‘lowly beta’ friends). Godiva is upset when she learns his name is not Hadrian or Harrison. She calls him Hadrian anyway. In lieu of being able to give him a real proper lady make over, she and Fey (who has a muggle mother as I’m writing her) figure out Harry’s glasses prescription and get him some contacts ‘so that his lovely eyes can be admired properly’ and because ‘those glasses are hideous and you’re going to make us all look worse if you wear them’. Harry is sort of into it once he gets used to it. Snape kicks him out of class when he shows up without them with no explaination.

Harry becomes obsessed with Draco Malfoy. Hermione tells him it’s just because he’s an alpha and says be needs to go shag someone else to get over it. Ron is still uncomfortable. Harry says it’s def only because Malfoy is up to something Bad but he isn’t sure if he trusts himself anymore.

Harry (who has to be even more meticulous with taking repressants btw, because he’s not as predictable as a delta) thinks yeah maybe hermione is right actually but every time a bold alpha dude hits on him he panics and can’t handle it. Godiva sighs and makes it her mission to teach him.

the Myrtle bathroom scene with Draco goes very differently. Idk for sure how that would go but probably Malfoy has been forgetting to take his repressing shit what with how stressed he is and there’s probably some pretty intense hate sex, or at least very close to hate sex and plenty of hate snogging. Is this drarry? Maybe

the death eaters still break in, Harry still goes with Dumbledore, Dumbledore still dies

seventh year starts semi similarly, Harry is out with Ron and Hermione doing their thing and hunting horcruxes but they have a limited supply of the repressing elixir for Harry. Voldemort, being a bastard who still very much wants to kill Harry (perhaps more than ever now, because deltas are exceptional and this makes Harry more of a threat in some ways), puts insane regulations and safety measures around repressing elixirs for omegas, as well as any ingredient needs to brew it, making it impossible for Harry to get his hands on any without outing himself. They eventually run out when they’re out camping in the woods when Ron is with them and they have the locket.

he has no options. Hermione and Ron have to tie him up and help him suffer through a heat when one hits (they’re beta so they can’t help in the uh, other way). Harry is losing his mind halfway through it. The only thing that helps at all is the locket. He somehow gets to it and puts it on. Locket Tom reaches him in a dream and manages to convince a half-mad Harry to say ‘voldemort.’

the snatchers show up first. This includes Fenrir Greyback. He immediately goes insane upon finding Harry like that. But voldemort has been waiting for something like this to happen, so he shows up too.

big crazy alpha duel. V versus Fenrir. Hermione and Ron can’t get anywhere near the insane magic that’s happening, but Harry can. He’s having the wildest magical awakening of his life, and when he commands these two alphas (who he no longer sees as individuals in his current state) to kill for him, they do (or they try to anyway; Voldemort wins)

and then ofc Voldemort is supposed to kill Harry because that was the point of all this. But he sees his locket and Harry’s wearing it and that poses many questions and, well, if he’s going to kill Harry anyway he might as well enjoy him first. Somewhere in the middle of that much more intense and messed up hate sex, he realizes what Harry is, so of course he takes him ‘home’ (and don’t worry either he takes him away from hermione and Ron first or more likely Harry somehow banished them, idk the details there but I would not have them watching that lmao).

uhhhh yeah that’s about how far I had the plot going in my head!

[lightsen]

Maxie Infodump #1 - Little known character details from official media

I promised to post some of my maxie infodumps and headcannons, and I think I'll start it off with something simple. His official character bio that was hosted originally on the first release of ORAS (this will be ORAS Maxie focused)

here is a transcript for easy reading: "Maxie is the leader of Team Magma, the team seeking a world ideal for humanity. He pays attention to even the smallest of details, and is quite sensitive in some regards. He has a habit of describing situations in numerical terms. He possesses a cool-headed outlook, thinking that some sacrifices cannot be avoided if he is to achieve his goals." Okay, so first, after looking at the original japanese version of this page,

小さいことまで細かく気にする、神経質なところがあり、さまざまなことを数字を交えてあらわすのが口癖。 目的を果たすためなら、犠牲が出ても仕方ないと考える冷徹な思想の持ち主でもある。 The one word in here I wanted to be sure of was 'sensitive' since it can have many meanings, and the original japanese gives us some possibilities with:

Personally I think (being) highly strung is the most likely option here, but either way its an interesting character trait. And we all know he certainly builds up frustration and tension and explodes a bit like a volcano. Even if he does manage to correct himself afterwards.

~ ANYWAYS ~

Now that we have the bio, let's break it down a little and look at some fun examples of it in action! Maxie has a habit of describing situations in numerical terms. This typically comes out more when he is nervous or stressed. Here are some examples: Ill just take ORAS as an example here since this is already getting pretty long... In ORAS after fighting him at mt chimney, he lets you know in a specific numerical way, how much he fell behind:

And then again, when you battle with him and lose in the Battle Resort where he just has to let you know the situation in numerical terms by giving you the exact lose chance according to his own calculations of course:

"So the great Maxie has fallen, even when battling alongside your team... I shall commit this curious phenomenon to memory. It had less than a 1 percent probability of occurring, you know."

this culminates in a really interesting interaction between him and courtney after the delta episode. While It's pretty clear that Maxie cares for his team and especially his admins, he definitely struggles when faced with his crying admin, and being unsure of what to say, he settles with a numerical quantifier again.

He assesses the situation, and decides to comment on how MUCH courtney is crying. His "paying attention to even the smallest details" trait also ties into this habit of his, and is probably why he jumps to conclusions a little too early because of small things he's noticed. Accusing Tabitha of wanting his spot as leader, just because he disagreed with him is one of those situations.

Pokemon Masters EX has a lot of new scenes with Maxie, and I would love to talk all day about them, but I'll just pick out one here, and that's from the "A pasio Spectacle" event. In this event, Maxie overhears team break members simply say the word 'glasses' and instantly jumps to the conclusion that not only did they want to talk to him, but that they noticed his "magnificent mega glasses" and would like to hear a lecture on how they were scientifically made.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZmmaf9bhD8&t=144s here's a link to watch it, its worth it :D He certainly picks up on small details, but tends to miss the bigger picture sometimes, which is fun because I believe archie tends to do the opposite. Perhaps his mega glasses are actually designed to reflect this, because they work like horse blinders, and keep maxie looking straight ahead (trust me, I've made a pair of these, and you cannot see someone standing to your immediate side). Looking straight ahead is also relevant to his life goal, of ensuring the bright future of humanity, and as he says: "propel humanity to greater heights of progress and evolution." And that concludes my infodump regarding this one little bio that is no longer available without the wayback machine, and I just wanted to share it with any other Maxie fans out there :D Next I think I might tackle the bigger topic of how Archie and Maxie have so many fun contrasts in personality and more. and then maaayyybe I'll feel comfortable enough sharing my headcannons and theories. But only if people want more lol, I am not good at writing big posts :>

[waydowninwastetown]

Content Warnings ahead; Animal death, mentions + implications of abuse, neglect, violence, body horror. all appropriately tagged in respective moons/discussions

Why'd he have to go and do it? Hushback should have known his brother had gone and fucked it again. But Dustyshiver was Strongstar's shining son, golden and delicate like a drop of honey. Strongstar's surprised final expression was atonement for coddling the only son borne of his body. Hushback would do it again. They were lucky Little Arrow Beneath Falls agreed to nurse their festering party. Hushback did not deny it. He limps forward, resting his weight on her as they walk. Little Arrow Beneath Falls presses back against him gently, eyes half closed. Would it have been the same if it was her that died? Would Dustyshiver come to his aid if it was his mate that felt the dark tip of a stranger's claw and not Softkick? Hushback's good foot slips under him, just a breath, and he sucks in air through his teeth. His bloodied leg twists. Little Arrow Beneath Falls stops, looking him over. Ahead, Dustyshiver does not stop, and neither do his children. Brown and cream fur brush past thoughtlessly in the tight space between reeds.

synopsis "A series of bad decisions made by would-be leader, Dustyshiver, have lead his small, struggling family into a new, unfamiliar land."

_____________________________________________ Hey! My name is Syd. I started this blog a while ago now, but without much thought or direction. I have a little more now! lol I work in fast food, so my life schedule is unpredictable. I upload any finished moons, comics, or related art every Thursday, and answer asks every Friday. Comic will be separated into two styles, see more below cut. Should this comic do very well, perhaps someday I'll remake it entirely in a more narrative style. A """warrior cats""" Clangen, if you understand what I mean, The setting is collaborative, shared with three other Clangen Comic Makers linked below (see #sisterclans on this blog) Asks for characters, and all others, are welcome! click the view more button for tags, fun stuff, sisterclan links, and references

current moon count: [ 0 ] {as of 3/22/25 } first - current

OTHERCLANS IN THIS SETTING vv the strong-willed floodclan inhabits the lower flood-planes and marsh. run by hex, of @idkimjustboredandidkwhattodosooo the brave and hardy squallclan claims the mountain as their own. run by love the ever wise basinclan holds domain over the largest water source in the wastes - the man-made delta and circular basins. run by fox --

territory maps v region clan camp [external] [internal]

family tree [check back thursday afternoon!]

allegiances [check back tomorrow afternoon!] -- using picture at top of post as example artstyle for non major moons and generated events: cutesy, thick outlines, simple or no shading, single color background

artstyle for narrative heavy events and gatherings: more akin to my usual style, Disney inspired, simple backgrounds, cell shading if any

-- common tags: #drymoon - nonnarrative moon updates #wetmoon - narrative style updates #manymoon - gatherings, which will always be in a narrative style #puzzle - things for you, Littlepaw, and Hushback to solve #choice - a few are able to make them, a few are indecisive #suspect - suspects, a few #witness - one or two, here and there

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#lore - lore, nonspecific #before - lore from before the wastes came to their current state #sisterclans - clans in this setting, nonspecific #basinclan - basinclan #floodclan - floodclan #squallclan - squall clan

[flonbowe]

So I was thinking about Mettaton, and something hit me

Mettaton Neo has a very angelic design. I may be stretching it, but considering what a certain other angel looks like

The resemblance is very much there. Mettaton's Ex and Neo forms look far more human than anything or anyone in the underground, including Frisk themselves during the Genocide run. Mettaton Neo is specifically a form used in a last case scenario to stop you. Now depending on how you view the Neo form, this can probably mean a few things. My two cents is that its Mettaton trying to keep himself and you fooled. Mettaton first and foremost is a showman. He's a TV star, and even if he may no longer have an audience, there's no way he's going off air lying down.

Now why would this relate to his Neo form resembling the Angel? Well he's bluffing, whether intentionally or not he is bluffing. He can't beat you, and deep down I think he knows too. The best he can do is stall for time to get as many people out and evacuated as possible, to inspire hope. Its why he stays in the underground, and its what he's good at: inspiring. So he fights you and blocks your path, in the face of a demon he uses the visage of an Angel as the last line of defense for Monster kind. Undyne has fallen, the Asgore will fall too, but Mtt cannot let the monsters hopes die too. I know this isn't in game, but this kind of idea is even further expanded with this cover of Power of Neo https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uI0CxTgpA6Q

It uses a bunch of leitmotifs, and one of which is Bergentrückung, the other theme of someone who tried to bring hope to the Monsters, and the theme of who will fall after Mtt. This is also apparent with how Power of Neo is a more techno Mtt themed version of BAATH to begin with. At every point in the Mettaton Neo fight, from design to music to personality: Mettaton is stalling and pulling an intimidation act as a last ditch effort, since he doesn't know Sans is waiting in his church to play ball with Frisk. https://www.tumblr.com/dn-838/738700806141952000/how-aborted-genocide-affects-the-mettaton-neo?source=share This post goes more in detail on other aspects and Is generally just really interesting. But what I want to point out is what this means for Spamton Neo. By this logic, Spamton ALSO uses the visage of an Angel. Just for funnies, lets compare sprites too!

I know im using fan made content again but after UTY, that really isn't too bad I think, especially for a more for fun exploration like this. Speaking of fan made content, lets see where that sprite came from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BkDjXdp2Ayc&t=69s

Notice how it only uses the first part of the loop, it doesn't go on and doesn't continue Power of Neo fully. It doesn't have the full meaning of Mettaton's heroic sacrifice to help people, as instead of an Angel to save the Underground, Spamton is that Angel of Death in Undertale's prophecy (in the Snowgrave route anyway). Like Mettaton, Spamton also uses the visage of an Angel to achieve a goal, but no matter what route it is its a dark perversion of Mettaton's goals. Mettaton wanted to inspire the Underground and achieve his dreams, trying to stall and kill Frisk to either save them from Asgore, or save the survivors from You. Spamton wanted his freedom and attacks and tries to kill Kris for their soul so he can be free. He also assists in the Snowgrave route, being an accomplice to many many deaths for 15 minutes of fame. This idea is more properly conveyed in the last parts of Big Shot with the use of Power of Neo. Oh yeah this was a Mettaton analysis whoopsie Ok so I know this was a Mettaton Neo thing at the start but man I just wanted to gush and gush about Mettaton cuz man I really can't get enough of him. He's the only one of two characters in Undertale to directly have connections with the Angel prophecy when it isn't just the Delta Rune itself, he inadvertantly saved the Underground because he's what made Alphys get the Royal Scientist posi--OH WAIT YEAH THATS SOMETHING I CAN TALK ABOUT OK SO SIDE TANGENT METTATON UNINTENTIONALLY SAVED THE UNDERGROUND AND I FIND THAT REALLY REALLY COOL! Because Alphys used Mettaton as a project to show to Asgore to become the Royal Scientist, this let Alphys work on the amalgamates and also create Flowey. Without Flowey, the barrier wouldn't have broken and no one would have been freed. Yes I know this isn't all solid since Mettaton didn't somehow cause 6 random kids fall down but you get the idea. Mettaton transitioning saved the world totally I NEED MORE METTATON AUS GRHEYCGDHWUDYGHJWYDH IM GOING TO GO FERAL!!! HE'S NEEDS IT AHHHHHHH!! Ts!Underswap is honestly amazing for Mettaton. I mean Mettacrit. He doesn't get his JoJo body, but is that going to stop him? OF COURSE NOT!

HE'S METTACRIT! AIN'T NO ONE STOPPING HIS DREAMS! He's also a wonderful little gist of Mettaton's whole character, just get rid of Alphys (sadly). Someone who wants to achieve their dreams, wanting to share the love and kindness around, with of course the sassy show stealing charm he needs.

But what if that wasn't so easy

SURPRISE! UNDERFELL TOO! We got the whole holy trinity of Undertale au's, specificallyyyyy

I MAY BE READING TOO FAR INTO THIS BUT I LOVE METTATON GAMMA SO MUCHHHH Its still our same ol Mettaton, but now his dreams are falling on deaf ears. He's Spamton in nature instead of Fabulous. Everyone is violent and blood hungry, so a simple cooking show with a touch of murder won't be enough, or another beautiful rendition of Oh My Love~! Its clear (to me anyway) that Mettaton in this au is nowhere near as big a star as he is in the normal Undertale continuity. In his intro monologue he brags about the audience he brought in, and during the fight he's much more focused on what the Audience wants rather than the show HE wants. Something OUR Mettaton just wouldn't do. This is the same sexy rectangle who basically just broadcasts whatever he wants. I forgot the exact dialogue and screenshot but its just not something Undertale Mettaton really does. Underfell though? A different story. He's bound to his viewers in a bad way till Frisk comes along. He's even more bound to Alphys in this AU as her little science fair project. GOD I LOVE THIS GAME ITS WHAT I'D WANT FROM AN ACTUAL UNDERFELL GAME! Oh my god I haven't even talked about Deltarune Mettaton and Mike and how that works OK SO THIS IS ENTERING MY PERSONAL FANON BUT Y'know how Spamton and Mettaton have their parallels? Y'know how the internet has been down in Deltarune?

Chapter 3's dark world is definitely TV themed, there's no way it can't. I know Tenna is the big TV related baddie now, but Im using Mike in this take. If Spamton is the more passive parallel to Mettaton, Mike in this chapter 3 take would be the darker direct parallel. Instead of the dreamer from humble beginnings who, even if he can be vain and self centered at times, still means well deep down like Mettaton is, Mike would be the cynical producer type who's fueling problems in the industry to make it big on top. A dark Mettaton if you will. Basically like this

https://www.tumblr.com/paintedhen/703948707502145536/determinators-determinators-mettaton-has?source=share

WHICH SIDE NOTE METTATON IN DELTARUNE IS DEPRESSING IM SO SORRY FOR HIM

https://www.tumblr.com/everysongineverykey/691083816166686720?source=share

I KNOW I KEEP LINKING OTHER POSTS BUT ITS NOT MY FAULT EVERYONE IS COOKING! GRAHHH Mettaton's such a character man. He makes me think lots of things and I wish I could gather my thoughts more clearly

[tomtortillasoup]

Marigold

Summary: A normal day for V and Johnny as they enjoy eachother company without saying it to one another.

A/N: My favorite chapter solely because it’s just the two having fun! It was fun to write as well, I was trying to think of things Johnny would like to do if he was back amongst the living. It’s pretty short compared to the other chapters but I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. Also started posting these on AO3 if you guys want to check me out there :) same username.

EDIT: I went back and posted the original I had written, I had cut it down because I thought it was boring but my friend pushed me to post the og version so here you go! If you’ve read this please read so again:) also went back and fixed some spelling errors.

Word Count: 4,047

Chapter 4: I’ll Try Anything Once

“You’re still shuffling around a little, but believe me - you’re dead.”

“What?” You asked hesitantly, voice getting caught in your throat.

For the last couple days you had been tracking down Delamain’s rouge little car children thing, deciding to return the favor to the AI after he fixed your ride. It was already a hunk of junk but it looked brand new as it rolled out the garage, so you were indebted to him.

Most of the car’s personality were weird, like really fucking weird but this one - this one made you stop in your tracks.

“The talking is over. I’m going back.”

Watching the cab roll away you stood still, you didn’t have time to even worry about what it said before Delamain contacted you for a job well done.

You called your car, once inside you sat there for, fuck, who knows how long you hadn’t really been keeping count. The words the AI used hitting you like a bunch of bricks, why were you being such a sensitive little prick.

“V, how you feeling?”

Johnny appeared beside you, guess you really were out of it.

You groaned and laid back against the seat as you held your hands to your face, “Fuckin’ splendid Johnny, seems like everyone knows the I’m fucking dead except for me.” This wasn’t the first time someone pointed out your ‘death’, still didn’t make it any easier hearing it.

The first instance was when some food vendor asked for help against some thugs, you hadn’t even let out a full sentence before one of the guys recognized you as ‘that dead chick’ and ran off, second time was a fucking SCSM machine and now you have a talking car telling you that.

“Well it’s the fuckin’ truth, better start accepting it since you’re doing dogshit to fix our chip problem.”

“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you fuck you…” You muttered to yourself as you still held your head.

Johnny ignored your comments as his eyes started wondering the outside world, Pacifica was nice enough. He enjoyed listening to the waves crashing, the smell of the saltwater air, even now as his senses became delayed and not as strong he still relished it.

What the fuck is that?

Johnny’s gaze stopped at a ferris wheel - well fuck him, he didn’t know Pacifica got an upgrade.

“V, let’s go.” He said as he took off his sunglasses.

You looked up at him confusedly, he pointed at the rundown ferris wheel with his aviators, he had a bright look in his eyes.

“You know those don’t work right? Corpos stopped building after the Unification war, eddies went dry.” The media couldn’t get enough of this new beacon of money and power, you were pretty young back then but you had flashes of it if you focused hard enough.

“Ferris wheel.”

You were defeated, starting the engine you started driving towards the teetering structure.

-

“Choom, you seein’ all those guns out there, I’m not going in there whether that ferris wheel works or not.”

Both of you looked out the window to see the entrance to the park be overrun by scavs, yeah no way in hell you’re attempting to go in there.

Johnny didn’t answer as he kept looking out the window.

“There’s your ferris wheel now c'mon let’s delta.” You told the engram, starting the car and ready to drive off before Johnny coughed, rather loudly and obnoxiously.

“Okay what now?” You killed the engine and threw your hands out in despair.

“The rollercoaster, look, we can walk it.”

Before you could get a word out, Johnny had quickly disappeared, you knew you could just walk away but then you’d hear his non stop moping about how we never do things he wants to do.

Whining man in your head for the rest of the day or an extra five minute walk before going home when he realizes it’s broken?

You started making your way towards the amusement park ride.

-

Once you had gotten to the rollercoaster it was surprisingly empty, you had quickly scanned it and found the power supply. After changing a couple cords and a flick, the machinery roared to life.

“We’re doing this, V.”

Johnny was set and ready in his seat once you had made your way back from the electrical box.

Fuck, were you really thinking of doing this?

You looked up at the rollercoaster, it went up pretty high, made your stomach churn just at the sight.

“All right, fine.”

Fuck it. At least if you die it won’t be by Johnny’s hand, if anything you both die and neither get your body so that was good enough for you.

You stepped onto the cart, the metal creaked under your weight, making you doubt yourself.

“Cmon V, you got this.” You muttered to yourself as you sat down, slowly lowering the safety guards over you, making sure it didn't budge as you pulled on it multiple times.

“Bet you anything you’re going to scream like a little girl.”

You heard a loud beep and the cart started going forward, well no going back now. Anxiety grew in your body as the ride kept moving, you sneaked a glance to Johnny who looked calm if anything.

The cart was on a peak when you looked forward again, this is it, you were finally going to die because of a stupid ride.

Time seemed to slow down as the cart started teetering downwards.

“Oh shiiiiit.” Johnny yelled out with a smile, you on the other hand started screaming.

“Fuuuuck!”

The ride started going really fast, your screams of fear suddenly coming to a stop when you realized you weren’t dead. It felt different, never in your life had you felt a thrill like this, the pit in your stomach started to slowly dissipate. You still yelled as you raised your hands up in the air, all the anxiety you had from earlier immediately replaced with excitement.

“Woah!” You exclaimed with a smile, looking back to Johnny only to see that he was already staring at you with the happiest smile you’d ever seen on his face. You only laughed harder at that, your cheeks were aching from all the smiling and screaming.

He grinned like an idiot but you knew you had that same stupid fucking smile. He really was contagious.

There were butterflies in your stomach each time there was a drop, and got even more intense when you went through a loop de loop. Both of you were basically giggling like kids the whole time, there was joy shared between you two. You literally couldn’t stop the laughter that slipped through your lips.

When was the last time you laughed like this?

At the highest point you could see all of Pacifica and the rest of NIght City in the back, you would assume the whole city would look small from here but no - it looked huge. You were quickly pulled from your trance as Johnny hollered beside you, another steep drop coming.

The ride came to a stop where it originally started, you were breathing hard and your hair was a tangled mess by the end of it. Your eyes looked towards Johnny again, and he looked back, a silly grin on his face. This smile was different from all the other ones you knew, they held no malice or sarcasm, it was genuine.

Johnny disappeared once the safety mechanism went up, you held onto his expression before he left - you’ll take that as a thank you.

You basically wobbled your way over to your car, your head was spinning and it seemed your body was still mentally on that rollercoaster.

Seemed that things were really going your way, when you went to turn on your car your favorite song started playing on the radio.

The smile from earlier was still plastered on your face and you sang loudly over the song and ran just a couple of red lights.

-

You were in a good mood, which seemed rare nowadays as most of the time you were trying to figure out how to save your own skin.

Constantly preoccupied with new leads, taking up any gigs for eddies to make ends meet, having no time for basically anything.

But today, today seemed different. I mean when does one get to ride on a rollercoaster nowadays, that was the best thrill you’ve gotten. And fuck anyone who thinks you weren’t going to make the most of it, it was like a sign that things were going this well.

Hell, you’d be lying to yourself if you weren’t glad to have Johnny here for once. It seems you guys were somewhat friends in the way you talked to each other, you were glad to share that joy with him up in the air - glad to not experience it alone. Wasn’t the first time he’d been nice like that before either.

When he played nice you’d reward him with a smoke and you guys would just sit in silence in your apartment, it was oddly comfortable, felt somewhat like he'd been there forever. And today he seemed to be playing extra nice, giving you space in your own head for once after making his little thrill ride come to life. You had a couple of packs around your place now, one at your place, one in your car, and one on you at all times.

Oh yeah that's another thing you picked up, smoking - at first they tasted disgusting and made you nauseous but after a couple times your mouth was constantly itching for one.

Johnny truly was a bad habit to have around.

You took one last bite of your scopdog - extra caliente, and lit up a cigarette as you watched the city. It never stopped, the people, cars, buildings, seemed like they were always moving, always growing.

The sun was beginning to set, you stared at the clouds peeking through the massive buildings - they were beautiful. It was painted in a stunning orange pink color, you forget how pretty the things around you truly are.

As you smoked you noticed a record store nearby, must be new considering you’ve passed here millions of times. Then again, you’ve never really looked at the city around you, just stared straight ahead to what you wanted. Maybe it really had been there all along, you quickly threw down your cigarette and stomped it out, making your way inside to the flashy store.

Immediately you were greeted by the loud music, you recognized it as something by Tinnitus but you weren’t too into them to recognize the track. The walls were decorated with many band posters and the place itself looked pretty decent, you walked over to the section of vinyls and started looking through any section.

You already had a vinyl under your arm, Lizzy Wizzy, when you came across the Samurai section. Slowly, you set the vinyl down as you started looking through what they had in stock for Samurai, you picked up ‘Blistering Love’.

“Can’t go wrong with the debut album.” Johnny said as he appeared on the aisle across from you.

You flipped the vinyl over to read the tracks on the back, you knew a handful of songs.

“It has my favorite song, ‘Ballad of Buck Ravers’.”

You debated putting it back, you didn’t really need it and honestly needed a way to avoid stroking Johnny’s ego.

A sigh escaped your lips as you grabbed your two picks of today and made a beeline to the register, ignoring Johnny's proud smirk he had before disappearing. Those were the usual smiles you were used to, fuckin’ prick.

You hadn’t even shut the door when Johnny reappeared in the passenger seat, “Didn’t know you were a Samurai fan.” He had that same smug smile as he lowered his aviators slightly.

“I once tried learning how to play one of your songs, fucking gave up after 10 minutes.” You told him as you started your car and drove towards your apartment.

“Woah I was just teasin’ kid, didn’t know you were actually a Samurai fan.” The smirk only grew wider as he looked proud of himself, what a gonk.

“Like a couple of your songs, don’t go jizzing your pants just yet.”

“No can do V, pants are jizzed.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Har-har, no but seriously, one time Jack tried teaching me how to play one of your songs and me obviously never played before sucked, hard.”

Jackie had to literally hold you back from smashing his guitar into pieces, you were so pissed that night, especially after he kept showing off afterwards. The guitar still stayed in your place somewhere, it was a solid acoustic guitar - a pretty brown color. It was probably collecting dust as the last time Jackie played was probably when he taught you. He left it for you to practice, and for him to mess with whenever he crashed at your place.

Johnny hummed at your comment, seemingly trying to grasp onto your thoughts to see your memories.

“Even though I can’t play for shit, I understand it now.”

“What?” Johnny looked at you questioningly as you snapped him from his thoughts.

“Y’know, the chords and stuff - I can kind of make sense of it, like if I hear a song I can decipher what they’re playing. I think it’s you though, or at least the relic.”

“Shit. It’s the gun thing all over again.”

Both of you had come to the realization that a lot of Johnny’s skill somehow made itself over to you about a week ago when you noticed your aim around a gun got good, like a lot fucking better. You solely used katanas since you’ve always had horrible aim with guns but now when you picked up a gun you hit your targets where it hurt the most. The only explanation that made sense was the relic, you had remembered how Hellman did tell you its job was to delete your own data and replace it with Johnny’s, but you hadn’t noticed any of your own skills worsen.

“Yeah, think so.”

“Well fuck, let’s go test it out.”

-

You walk into your small mega building apartment and are immediately greeted by Johnny who’s splayed on the couch like he pays rent.

“Beat you.” He says with a smirk, you noticed that he’d smile a lot more, even when he was being a dick.

“Don't count asshole, you can basically teleport anywhere.”

“You’re a sore loser V.”

You flipped him off, he looked surprised before he sat up and flipped you off - with both his hands.

Real fucking mature.

You walked over to a shelf nearby and put your new additions to where the rest of your records were kept. Okay V, time to look for that guitar and maybe embarrass yourself in front of your imaginary friend if you can’t actually play.

The last time you had seen the guitar was in your stash room, you had put it there since the last time, Jackie left his guitar on the floor where you proceeded to eat shit and chipped a tooth when you had woken up in the middle of the night.

That same night you drove to Jackie’s, angrily, might you add and waltzed into his room where you promptly scare the fuck out of him and had him drive you to a ripper to fix your tooth. You were grateful that Mama Welles never took away your access card to her home, telling you it’s your home no matter what.

You were right though, there in all it’s dusty glory was Jackie’s guitar, looked pretty old - even when he had first shown it to you. Padding over to the couch you made yourself comfortable across from Johnny as he started lighting up a cigarette.

The guitar felt big and clunky in your hands, it was quite obvious that you’d never held a damn instrument in your life yet it felt so familiar. There were small flashes in your head, hands playing guitar carefully in front of so much greenery in an open field - you’d never seen something so calming and beautiful.

You took a quick glance at Johnny, he was already staring at you with an emotionless expression - you didn’t have to ask to know it was his memory.

It didn’t look like Night City, no way there was ever that much nature here. Wait, is Johnny even from here? You realized you don’t know much about the guy, other than the basics of musician and terrorist. You wanted to know more about him, felt only fair as he could see anything about your life and literally live through it - but you know Johnny wasn’t the sharing type.

Deciding not to ask about it you fiddled with the guitar as some sort of distraction, you tried tuning it to the best of your abilities til you became satisfied, or more so Johnny as he nodded when you did it correctly.

“Uh okay so now what, what do I play.”

“Christ V, I don’t know - you said you could do this.” Johnny scolded, removing his aviators so he could give you a look.

“Fuck okay, okay, geez choom.”

You hesitated for a moment, testing out a couple strums before deciding what to play. Nervously, you played in the empty room, sound echoing throughout making it sound even louder.

Johnny couldn’t believe what he was hearing, V was playing - and real fucking well too. He recognized immediately that it was one of his songs, fuck it even sounded like the way he played. Wasn’t perfected like his but he was still surprised it was this good.

“How the fuck are you doing that.”

You stopped playing abruptly, surprised at yourself that it sounded way better than you had thought.

“Have no fuckin’ idea.” You replied, looking down at the guitar and back at him. “It’s fun though, now I get why you play.”

“Correction, it’s only fun when you know what you’re doing.” Johnny said smugly as he kicked his feet up on the coffee table. “Don’t think I didn’t see your memory of the first time you played.”

You ignored his comment as you absentmindedly started strumming whatever sounded good to you. Johnny seemingly relaxed into the couch as he listened to you play, still smoking as always. The silence was comfortable as you two shared this moment of peace amidst the cluster fuck that was your lives.

Well, what better time to ruin the peace.

“So…”

“Mhm. You want something from me.”

Great, you were caught red handed as he could read your face or maybe it was your thoughts. Good job on ruining the mood V.

“I uh, I saw something.” You confessed as you searched his face for any type of reaction.

He didn’t say anything as he waited for you to continue.

“I saw myself, playing guitar on a porch - staring at an field of flowers, it was nice.” You mumbled, still paying with the strings. You looked up and Johnny still laid from where he was, not moving an inch. “Except it was actually me, didn’t recognize that memory as one of my own.”

Silence.

“It’s your memory, right?”

“Yeah.” He confessed, looking somewhat defeated. Guess he didn’t ever want you to see any parts of his life, wasn’t much he could do to stop it, it was a two way road anyways. It fucking terrified him, having some random chick know everything about you that even those closest to you didn’t know.

Yeah he enjoyed your company but his memories were his, he spent too much time hiding his old life and identity for it to come undone for you.

“Where were you?” You asked with caution.

“Home. Texas.”

Now this was news, you didn’t know he was from Texas, didn’t exactly have country bumpkin written over him - no accent either.

“Didn’t know you were a Texan native, must’ve been a long time ago, y'know seein’ that you had both your ‘ganic arms and all.”

“Yup.” Johnny said, popping the p.

You wanted to keep going, you weren’t satisfied with the short answers. You so badly wanted to know more about the man that shared the same headspace as you. All the things strangers knew about him, it couldn’t be the whole picture of Johnny Silverhand.

Which one of them would know that loud reckless Johnny liked the quiet smog filled mornings of Night City. That he liked his coffee with sugar and cream after but he bitched to you that all you drink was bitter shit coffee. That he liked making you laugh, doing things in your line of sight just to make you smile, knowing damn well that no one else can see him other than you.

Johnny Silverhand was a fucking softie.

You stopped mid strum, “Cig for your thoughts?”

You let the question linger in the air between you two, Johnny seemed deep in though - maybe even considering your words.

“Can see what you’re doin’, ain’t workin’ the way you want to V.”

Well shit, can’t blame you for trying.

He didn’t seem angry at you for asking, but you decided to stop poking at him. Not really wanting to push your luck, instead you played a familiar tune and started softly singing along with it. Johnny looked to be more relaxed at the fact you moved on, analyzing you as you sang some shit song the radio would play now and then.

You wondered what would happen once Johnny was gone, like actually zapped and out your head. Would you still get to keep all his skills? Would you still somehow hold Johnny’s memories? Would you even remember Johnny or will it be like he was never there.

Secretly glancing at Johnny, you heard him quietly humming alongside you, you slightly smiled as you kept singing.

Bastard really is a musician at heart. You found it only slightly endearing, it was nice when your entwining lives came to a calm pause. Felt almost domestic, that scared you.

Your singing came to a halt as you slowly started freaking out internally, if Johnny took notice of it he didn’t show it as he continued humming to himself, eyes out the window.

Even when you lived with Jackie and Mama Welles - it scared you to have someone to rely on but later you accepted with open arms, with Johnny it was different. Not entirely a friend, definitely not your family, but also not your enemy - at least not anymore.

You dreaded the day that would come when you’d see Johnny as something other than an intruder in your body, someone that you’d come to care for.

No matter, not like that’d change that your life was your own and you’d do anything to keep it.

Anything.

Sighing, you grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket and grabbed one. You looked down to see you were already halfway through the pack, you only barely started smoking this shit, what the fuck man. You silently light it up, moving the guitar out of your lap to lay down on the couch.

“You got the guitar and nicotine addiction down, all you need now is to lead a shitty riot girl band and you could truly be a musician.”

Seems like Johnny always knew when you were overthinking, does he actually hear every single thought you had or did he just have crazy good luck.

“Kind of fucked that you’d think I’d play some riot girl stuff, kind of cliche no?” You complained, not bothering to look up from where you laid. The shitty taste of nicotine filled your mouth, it felt comforting now - god you really did sound like a fucking addict.

Maybe he just knew you.

“All musicians are walking cliche, you’ll fit right in kid.”

Maybe he knew you better than you did yourself.

You rolled your eyes but you held a smile on your face, Johnny's expression mirrored yours. There it was again, no ulterior motives under it, just a genuine, innocent smile.

Today was a good day, least for Night City standards, and you weren’t going to ruin that tonight.

[baconmoop]

My argument as to why the mysterious letter is definitely Gaster.

Okay, now I’ve had time to drink it all in/actually do things for valentines day, I’m ready to make my argument as to why the mysterious letter is definitely our boy Gaster. I’ve been of the mindset that he’s a goofy old man for a long time, and I’ve always wanted to make a video essay to explain my point of view but I've never had the time. This newsletter gave me the push to write this ‘quick’ summary  though. Feel free to fight with me in the notes.

First of all, I am aware that the Japanese version uses Hiragana instead of his normal Katakana. I barely understand English, so I can’t even begin to understand the importance of it. It is my biggest foil, but I don’t think it affects things too much.

My first, easiest bit of evidence, is the fact that Toby has already removed the letter, leaving only this.

He does this constantly with Gaster stuff. He did it with the tarot cards, he did it with abc123a.ogg. The moment someone posts something online, he removes evidence of its existence. Suspicious, is it not?

Okay, let’s break the letter down shall we?

This is in line with a lot of things we already know about WDG. Most likely in Wingdings, we have hints in Sans’ lab and the true lab that his handwriting is impossible to read. We don’t know any of these are 100% him, but it makes sense that it would be difficult to read unless you were determined enough to do so (I assume that is what ‘squint your heart refers to?). 

There are multiple people who know what the ‘delta rune is’, but here to me he is clearly discussing the game, not the prophecy. The only person to ever have interest in our opinions of the experience is the ‘other him’, when he introduced us to the survey program. He also talks in short sentences, Like he does in the initial goner sequence, and pretty much everything else. 

Okay, so this is something that has plagued my mind for a while, but this has brought it to the forefront. I assume here that he’s referring to Dess being stuck in the code, or whoever it is (See here https://forum.melonland.net/index.php?topic=68.0). I’ve always been of the mind that Gaster genuinely wants to help, partially because of the eggs and partially because he seems to want you to win. He wants you to stop the roaring. I have a bunch of theories about this that probably deserve their own video, but here’s a quick summary:

If you name yourself Suzie in the goner maker scene, he says:

As far as I know, he doesn’t say this for anyone else, including ralsei, so he clearly has some kind of positive opinion of Suzie. Why would he say this if he was an antagonist to the fun gang?

When you die in the game and press no on the continue screen, the song ‘darkness falls’ plays (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSn4p1Xx7NU&ab_channel=Palpe). While definitely having Gaster’s leitmotif for starters, Just listen to how melancholy it sounds. It gives me the same bittersweet vibes that it’s raining somewhere else gives me. If this is a reflection of how Gaster feels when you give up, then he’s definitely a bit bummed that you failed.

Someone is clearly helping the secret bosses. While most people assume that he is doing it for some kind of nefarious purposes, I think he was genuinely trying to help, and it backfired. 

Anyway, back to the letter.

There’s a lot of connections between forgetting and Gaster. Fanon dictates that he’s been completely erased from everyone’s memories, but I don’t want to rely on fanon here. The first thing that comes to mind is obviously ‘Don’t forget’ plastered all over deltarune, which is what I assume he means when he calls it ironic, but that isn’t specifically tied to him. What I do think of however, is goner kid. I’ve already put enough images in this bad boy, but he says "Have you ever thought about a world where everything is exactly the same...Except you don't exist? Everything functions perfectly without you...Ha ha... The thought terrifies me." We know so much about how the goners are connected to him, I’m not gonna re-go over it here. Someone also mentioned the Spamton sweepstakes “AREN'T YOU FORGETTING SOMETHING?” on the ice page, which could also be relevant here. Is there any other character linked to forgetting as much as he is?

Okay, now for my most dubious point (sue me I’m not an actual theorist). But… Doesn’t this give you old man papyrus vibes? It’s goofy, It’s in all caps, it puts a smile on my face. To quote my friend outside the fandom, “It’s giving old man texting his grandchildren for the first time”. I know this is one of the biggest contradictions for people, claiming that it’s out of character for gaster to speak like this, but I give exhibit A, from the legends of localisation book: 

(Ripped directly from https://www.tumblr.com/gasterofficial/715722490333298688?source=share)

I’ve always loved this. It’s probably not canon, but it’s goofy as hell. It was one of the first things that made me want to do a video on my “gaster is a good dude” ideas. It’s the exact same vibes as the letter. 

So what do you think? I could definitely go into more detail about all of this, if people are interested. I just saw something that helped fuel my theories and had to put my opinions out there. Please don’t murder me in the notes for going against the antagonist gaster grain I am very sensitive okay good by!

[sorakh28]

Sorakh's thoughts on Super Robot Wars Y so far

So all the Franchises have been revealed! Now it's time for thoughts about where in the series everyone is from!

Gundam UC (since Zeta and CCA are together)- Can be taken just about anywhere, I guess? Being a SRW staple, anything is game here, including a lack of Char. The question is, are we having show!Kamille or movie!Kamille?

GWing- It's the movie, but is it plot, or is it post-plot?

GSEED Destiny- And where in the plot are we here?

GGundam- Same as Destiny, really.

GWitch- We are clearly focusing on the plot of THIS story if we're to have a specific Gundam focus, since it's the anime's first entry. Can't wait to see what the other series will influence on its plot.

Dunbine Duo- Are we gonna pull off a SRWT Dunbine plot again? Because that was seriously cool.

L-Gaim- I enjoyed the cast in 30, so welcome back! I have a feeling their plot's coming with them, too.

Godzilla- I don't know this franchise very well, but it's also very welcome and I can't wait to learn more about Singular Point!

Getter Robo Arc- from what I know of Arc, this is the one that has Ryoma's son as the pilot instead of Ryoma himself. Can't wait to be properly introduced and see what of the plot they're using!

Lelouch of the Re;surrection- I am also curious of where in the plotline this is. Always fun to have Code Geass around, if only for the fact Kallen and Kamille tends to be friends when those two are in the same SRW games.

Macross Delta- Don't know much about it, so I don't know what plot they're using. But welcome back Macross as a whole!

Dynazenon- HOOOOLY SHIT AM I EXCITED TO SEE THIS. We had Gridman in 30, so I'm happy to see this!

Combattler V- Oooh, I wonder how they're gonna work this group in. It's not post-plot considering we see Garuda, but is this before or after Hyoma loses his arms? (Or will Hyoma even lose his arms in the first place?)

Raideen- Welcome back, Raideen! Not sure how this one will fit plot-wise, but it's wonderful to see old standbys return!

Majestic Prince- Okay, this is one I'm curious how they'll use the plot for. They did most of it in 30, after all...

Mazinkaiser- WELCOME BACK RETRO MAZINGER I am hyped to see the SRW rendition of this mecha wreck some faces again. Aaaand it seems there might be plot happening!

Banpresto OGs- Oh shit, VXT crew! Glad to see them again! Aaaand of course Masaki also appears; when doesn't he appear. (No, but seriously, as a bigass Masaki fangirl I am always happy when he appears- he's probably the Masaki from X and T's Expansion, too.)

[elbiotipo]

There's this tendency in some science fiction to go all retro or put stops in some technology, ironic for such a genre. Even myself am guilty of it with Campoestela (different for the Biopunks). It's because the future is coming too fast and it's tiring to keep up. It really is.

Science Fiction, at its core is about "stories where science and technology change human life", at least, that's the definition I treat it with. The thing is, there's so many technologies changing us, so fast, that it's just impossible to keep up. In the 50s, you could keep up, for example, with space rockets and atomics. You could imagine a future where things were mostly the same, except with rockets and nuclear stuff. In 2023, you have to imagine rockets, AIs, climate change, biotechnology, nanotechnology, demographic and social crisis... I mean, you had to consider that in the 50s, too. But the pace of technologic advancement is so fast right now, that you just can't keep up. To create a world that it's just "like today, but with X", doesn't make sense anymore.

And then you just want adventure. You just want the space adventure thing, and fucking Mars and Venus suck, so you have to go to other stars to get your fix, and you don't care how. You want A Guy to go to strange new worlds and meet aliens and have moral dilemmas about it, without caring too much, if at all, about the technology to do so, and how it changes society. And that's not longer, in a way science fiction. You might as well give him magical sailboats that go through the aether (I have, in a couple projects, done just that). You might as well explain it with magic.

But that's not who I am. I despise the "it's magic lmao" shortcut.

I am here, calculating the delta-V and the space infrastructure necesary so that A Guy can be a space trucker. It's fun to me. To build a world, fantastic, but wholly coherent.

[oracleofdiscord]

Ninjago OC: Estrella, Master of Starlight (part 1/3)

Hello, everyone! I’ve decided to finally introduce my Ninjago oc: Estrella, Elemental Master of Starlight. But to talk about Estrella, I need to first explain 2 other things: Celestial Elements and the previous Master of Starlight.

Celestial Elements:

Rebooted establishes that Ninjago does have an outer space, complete with other celestial bodies. Seabound establishes that there are other entities that were the originators of elements besides the FSM (not counting the Source Dragons - I figure that the SD may have been responsible for Wojira and the FSM having those elements, but Wojira and the FSM passed them down to Elemental Masters).

The premise for the element of Starlight is that there was a creature like Wojira in outer space who established a set of elements I’ll call the Celestial Elements (like Wojira’s Storm Elements). They were passed down through Elemental Masters on nearby planets. Although I might expand the roster later, my ideas for the Celestial Elements are:

Starlight: Masters of Starlight can create starlight in their hands that can take the form of twinkling balls of light or can be used as a bright flash that temporarily blinds enemies. They can also create a more soothing form of starlight that can be used for healing.

Sunlight: Masters of Sunlight can create sunlight in their hands or manipulate sunlight around them, using it to light up the area or to burn enemies. They can also create a more soothing form of sunlight that can stimulate the growth of plants.

Moonlight: …okay, so I have no idea what moonlight does yet. My initial ideas were based on illusion and transformation, but illusion feels too close to the regular element of Light, and transformation feels like Form. I’ll figure it out some day.

Fun fact - I was going to include some sort of prophetic/destiny-reading power in Estrella’s powers because “written in the stars,” but I couldn’t figure out how to not step on Zane’s toes, it felt too OP to give her prophecy and healing, and destiny is more associated with clouds (Cloud Kingdom) than stars in Ninjago anyway.

Fun fact 2 - If I ever create a fanseason focused solely on Estrella, it’s probably going to involve the other Celestial Elemental Masters showing up on Ninjago.

Note - Corrupted Celestial Elements: If someone with a Celestial Element were corrupted by something like the Staff of Forbidden Spinjitzu, their powers would essentially become radioactive, causing weakness in people who were exposed to their powers, and eventually causing their own bodies to start to break down.

Aethra, (former) Master of Starlight:

Aethra was the Master of Starlight before Estrella - and the reason that element ended up on Ninjago. She’s from Cepheus, the home planet of all the previous Masters of Starlight. 

Once, Cepheus was small but prosperous. When threats appeared, Aethra was able to fend them off, being both a skilled fighter and in tune with her powers. But one day, a threat unlike any other emerged. Calling itself “The One Who Is Many,” it moved across Cepheus, spreading distrust and chaos wherever it went. As the chaos spread, its power grew. When Aethra confronted it, she could not beat it, and it took the opportunity to take her form. 

She knew the damage it could do in her guise, and so, in a last-ditch attempt to keep it from winning, she gave up her form, reducing herself to a weakened shell in a reduced body (think magical girl mascot). It didn’t work. The One Who Is Many kept her form, and she was trapped in her weakened state, forced to watch as Cepheus fell to war, and ruin, and eventually to pieces. 

It was on one of these pieces that she found herself when Cepheus crumbled - a comet that became known as Delta-V. On this comet, she kept alive a fading hope of one day finding civilization again. She also suspected that The One Who Is Many was stuck on the same comet, although it seemed also reduced in power. 

One day, a strange rocket arrived - the one the ninja used to visit Delta-V in season 3. In her new small body, she was able to stow away on the rocket on its return to Ninjago. She wandered around Ninjago for a time, unsure of what to do with her life since her powers were weak, her body was changed, and her people were gone. Eventually, she made her way to Stiix. There, she made the acquaintance of Estrella, a lonely girl in need of a friend.

Part 2

Part 3

[archoneddzs15]

Sega Saturn - Sega Rally Championship 1995

Title: Sega Rally Championship 1995 / セガラリー・チャンピオンシップ

Developer/Publisher: Sega AM3 / Sega AM4 / Sega CS3

Release date: 29 December 1995

Catalogue No.: GS-9047

Genre: Rally Racing

The original King of Rally games comes to the Saturn, proving that it is possible to make a driving game on the Saturn without horrendous pop-up. The strange thing is that no other racer on the Saturn ever came close to recreating Sega Rally's amazing (for the Saturn) visuals. The next closed was Daytona Championship Edition. I'd say that Sega Touring Cars Championship was a really solid-looking game, but it had a frame rate problem, which is not too good for a racer. Sega Rally, on the other hand, ran at a solid 30fps with minimal pop-up. It even featured a split-screen 2-player mode that ran just as well with a bit of detail dropped.

For those who have never heard of Sega Rally (where have you been?), it features only two cars at first, the Toyota Celica and Lancia Delta, plus a secret car, the Lancia Stratos. There are also only three courses to choose from being the Desert, Forest, and Mountain courses plus a bonus lakeside course. So why is Sega Rally so popular with such few tracks and cars? Playability of course!! Something that's greatly missing from many titles these days. The mechanics in Sega Rally are so fine-tuned, making it such a joy to play that time will fly. The Saturn version of Sega Rally features three modes of play. Arcade, Time Attack, and 2-player Battle, which is such great fun. In Arcade mode, there is the option of playing the championship or practicing. The practice mode is one I recommend you take to become accustomed to the handling and master your power slides.

If you own a Saturn and you have never played Sega Rally, then you have never experienced the joys of Sega Saturn. Buy it now (^v^), but don't get the US version since it was rushed out for release, resulting in it being unfinished.

[hostilemuppet]

3 was cute, v&v were rly funny. viva being poppys sister was kinda left field and not remotely explored enough for it to be a reasonable thing to include. feel like there shouldve been a shouting match w jd and the other brothers like they didnt get mad enough at him. fun though. 2 was my fave id like to see delta again

i agree with literally everything you said, viva just felt so shoehorned in, and they COULD have done INCREDIBLE stuff with her! and theres so much potential for fans to explore that ourselves dont get me wrong but........ maybe we didnt need that 9 to 5 cover and we couldve gotten like an extra minute or two of viva screentime

AND ABOUT JD, YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW *MUCH* I AGREE, like ive spoken about it at length myself but THE OTHER BROTHERS HAD EVERY RIGHT TO NEVER WANT TO SPEAK TO HIM EVER AGAIN! but the movie actually tries to make you think that... all the brothers were equally at fault for the breakup?

JOHN DORY MADE CLAY DO PHOTOSHOOTS IN HIS UNDERWEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!