#gotta get around to making a dark world version!!!

[n1k0laa5]

ANSWERING MISCONCEPTIONS AND QUESTIONS ABOUT REALITY SHIFTING

no pussying around, i’ll get straight into it.

“is this witchcraft?”

no. nyet. non. no (in spanish). it’s not witchcraft. it’s not curses or blood pacts or dark forests whispering your name unless you want it to be. it’s not religion unless you paint it that way. this is you. this is your own neurology, your own focus, your own grip on time and space, and you’re stretching it like taffy. this is ancient and new all at once. not magic, but what magic was always trying to imitate. not a spell, more like remembering something that never left. the body bows but the mind remembers. it’s not witchcraft. it’s design.

“do you need to die here to permashift?”

NOOOOOOOOOOO. you are not a sacrifice. you are not swapping your heart like a coin to the underworld. you don’t die here to live there. permashifting means you stay there if you want. you can reverse it. you can come back. the door doesn’t lock unless you lock it. you’re not choosing death, you’re choosing location. don’t let the word “perma” freak you out. permanence isn’t a coffin, it’s a choice. and you can make a new one.

“does someone have to die for you to take their place there?”

…who told you that??? abso-fucking-lutely not. this isn’t body-snatching. you’re not kicking out a soul to squat in a reality. that version of “you” is you. YOUR DRSELVES ARE YOU. you’re not an invader. you’re home. it’s not someone else’s life, it’s yours with different shoes on.

“is this safe for people with mental illness?”

okay, real talk: this needs nuance. shifting isn’t an escape hatch from diagnosis. but also, being mentally ill doesn’t mean you’re broken or incapable. it means you gotta know your own mind, feel your triggers, and learn your edges. shifting can help if used with care, it can soothe, uplift, give you a sense of power and control you never had. but it can also feed the wrong beast if you’re not grounded. reality testing matters. support matters. context matters. if you’ve got hallucinations, delusions, disassociation? do this with intention. with awareness. shifting doesn’t cure you but it doesn’t harm you unless it’s used like a knife instead of a balm. use it wisely and know what works for you before you get into this.

“how do i know it’s real and not just vivid dreaming?”

TIME. try reading a clock in a dream. try feeling pain or cold or your own heartbeat. dreams flicker and fracture, but DRs are solid. scenes don’t just slide around. continuity exists. you can eat three meals and remember the taste. scripting helps because it’s not control, it’s design. you don’t micromanage in real time. you shift and it plays out. in lucid dreaming, you’re the director. in shifting, you’re the actor and the world and the script. also: you can STAY there for years. good luck doing that in a dream. and again, dreams fade, memories stay.

“can i get stuck in a DR?”

nope. your body is still here. you’re not lost. you’re not a ghost. you can come back with intention, safe words, anchors, even just the desire to return. hell, sneeze and you’ll pop back. you don’t get trapped in your bedroom when you walk into the kitchen. you shifted location, not identity.

“is this derealization or spiritual?”

not derealization. derealization is when this feels fake and it’s not fun. shifting is intentional. you can choose to make it spiritual—light incense, chant, whatever—but you don’t have to. it’s as spiritual as you want it to be. it’s also as scientific as you want it to be. neuroplasticity, theta waves, quantum theory. pick your poison.

“can i lose my real identity if i stay too long?”

no. your essence is your essence. you don’t turn into a stranger. maybe you evolve, maybe you shed old skins, but you don’t lose the core of you. you’re not a file that deletes. you are a soul that expands.

“will i forget this life completely?”

no. some people choose to soften the memory of this life if they permashift but it’s not an accident. you remember what you intend to remember.

“do i age in a DR?”

only if you wanna. wanna be immortal? write it. wanna age in reverse like a funky lil Benjamin Button? do it. you are the god of that world. bend it. crack it.

“can i die there and come back here?”

yes. death in a DR doesn’t kill you here. you wake up here if wanted. maybe a little jarred. maybe changed. but breathing. you don’t get buried in both places.

“what if i accidentally script something cursed?”

you can always go back and revise. shift out, fix your script, shift back. oooorrr… have an in-DR app or journal where you edit your world in-world. flexible asf.

“are there rules no one tells you about?”

NO. the only rules are the ones you believe. you are not bound by cosmic laws unless you want to be. you’re not in some secret society that forgot to send you the rulebook. you make it up. every line. every physics law. every morality clause. you write it.

“can demons or entities attach during a shift?”

no. this isn’t the Conjuring. you’re not spiritually raw meat. unless you shift into a DR where demons exist (i’m literally shifting to hell) and you want that, then sure, have fun. but they’re yours. your constructs. not eldritch freeloaders from the astral realm.

“can you get traumatized in a DR?”

yes. it’s a real place. real stakes. real feelings. if you go to war there, you’ll carry it. if someone breaks your heart, it’ll hurt. you’re still human, even if you’re god-tier. be intentional. make safety plans. let love in.

“are DR people conscious?”

yes. they are not background actors. they are souls in their own right. they’re as real as you. more real sometimes. treat them with respect.

“what if someone shifts into my life?”

they probably have. maybe someone’s watching you like you’re the main character in their DR. it just means realities overlap. infinite bubbles. infinite watchers. you’re someone’s DR. that’s sexy of you. this reality isn’t special, anyone can come.

“what if i’ve shifted and don’t know it?”

maybe you did. maybe that weird glitch moment was a shift. check your nails. your face. your vibes. if you feel out of sync, maybe it’s not anxiety. maybe you left and came back. whatever you assume is true.

heheheh srsly tho can’t happen unless u assume it can

“what if i’m in a coma somewhere and this life is fake?”

if you don’t want that to be true, it’s not. that’s that.

“can you bring things back from a DR?”

technically? yes. have something there, manifest it here. or shift to a reality where you have it. find ways.

“can i physically vanish if i shift successfully?”

no. your body doesn’t just poof. you’re not going to be on milk cartons. it stays. it breathes. you, the awareness, just check out for a bit.

“do i leave behind an empty body?”

nope. you’re not a lights-out mannequin. your subconscious still drives. you’re not absent. you’re just not fully aware. your body still does what you’d do.

“is time frozen here while i’m there?”

only if you want it to be. you can live ten years and come back to a single blink. or match minute for minute. YOU decide the tempo.

“if i die in a DR, do i die in real life?”

no. hollywood logic. not shifting logic. you wake up. shaken, maybe. but alive.

“is there a limit to how many times i can shift?”

no. shift 50 times a day if you want. it’s not a credit card. it’s not a spiritual tax. there’s no cosmic bouncer.

“what’s the difference between shifting and dreaming?”

dreaming is your subconscious talking. shifting is you moving. dreams fade. DRs build. you don’t control dreams. shifting is a design choice. dreams are reactive. DRs are proactive. you don’t live full lives in dreams with emotional memory. DRs? you can spend decades. wake up crying because you miss it.

“what happens if i shift while already dreaming?”

then congrats! you shifted.

“can i shift while unconscious or in surgery?”

sure. your conscious awareness doesn’t gatekeep shifting. shift while peeing, someones done that.

“can someone else control my DR?”

only if you let them. you are sovereign. don’t give them the keys unless you want to.

“can people follow me into my DR?”

yup. groupshifting is a thing. coordinate it. shift with your bestie. kiss in the stars.

“is scripting necessary or can things go rogue?”

you don’t need a script. scripting helps people aim. but rogue is fun too. you choose the chaos level. you know what you want, trust yourself to make it happen.

“do i have to script safety or am i naturally protected?”

you can decide to be naturally protected. or you can write it in. either way, you’re safe if you say you are.

“is my DR self aware i’m not the original?”

YOU are the original. both of you. there’s no ranking. you’re the same soul wearing different names.

“what if my CR body gets found while i’m shifted?”

it won’t seem weird. it’ll still act normal. nobody’s calling 911. you’re not dead. you’re you.

“can i shift into my past?”

yes. rewind. relive. rewrite. hug your younger self. you can shift anywhere, fictional, weird, made up, real, ANYWHERE.

“does shifting change my vibration here?”

no. you’re not a vibrating dildo.

“can i bring DR abilities back with me?”

you can bring skills. fluency. confidence. reactions.

“is this all just a coping mechanism?”

so what if it is? is coping bad now? coping is surviving. coping is magic. if it helps you breathe, it’s divine.

yes, shifting is STILL real. coping mechanisms can be real.

“can the universe punish me for shifting too much?”

you are the universe. you gonna spank yourself? please. if ur into that, i suppose??

“is it normal to cry after shifting back?”

baby it’s normal to cry after finishing a good movie. you lived a whole other life. i wouldn’t be surprised if you pissed yourself. it’s beautiful. cry.

“can i have multiple DRs at once?”

yes. multi dr gang rise up.

“what if a DR is more “me” than this life?”

then go there. or blend it in here. you’re in control.

“do i betray my real life friends by loving DR ones more?”

no. your heart is big enough for both. love isn’t a betrayal.

“can my CR self feel changes from my DR?”

no. you just stubbed your toe in your dr rn, did ya feel it?

“what if this world starts to feel fake after i shift?”

that’s valid. when you taste something deeper, brighter, more YOU… this world can seem dull. but that doesn’t make it unreal. it makes it less preferred. don’t guilt yourself for feeling the ache. don’t force yourself to “stay grateful.” just integrate. take what you loved from there. make this place reflect it. build bridges, not cages. you don’t have to choose. just honor what you’ve seen.

ok niko out beebai

[it-s-blue-ink]

Malevolent 54 the living wake spoilers

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Yorick bby my heart is so happy, he called out to them the moment they entered the Dark World, he is the GOAT, he prepared everything for his friends, he made plans against Kayne who stomped him, to save everything

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John saying the words the SINEW OF HIS CLOAK his body is just shaped like that he is his clothes

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Bodies, plural? Christ. OK. Great. Um. They didn't seem very excited abt that. Too early to hope. Still gotta make Arthur a doll. Christ, Noel, how right you were with that pet name.

Arthur ought to get a doll with eyes. But for the whole podcast deal, John needs to keep describing to us, the listeners, so something must go wrong with it.

How the fuck is John gonna walk around in Hastur’s body? Can he glamor or shapeshift, or is that just fanon.

What if they make John a doll body too.

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Kayne made John do things to strike the deal to get out of the Dark World. Did Kayne make John hunt Arthurs? Or was that John's idea? No wonder he was so flustered when Arthur asked if there were other versions of him around.

Kayne must know John killed Arthurs. If that made Arthur stronger, a god, Kayne would've stopped it. Or he was so certain he could kill Arthur anyway, which, fair, he could.

I'm dying to learn John's motivations for hunting Arthur for sport

[whyilovethemoon]

"i survived the dreamlands and all i got was this lousy t-shirt" shirt

[motthe]

Maybe some Young! Silco fic? (Or anything that you wanna do) I already loved his older version but his Young self in The last episodes got my heart in a grip 😭💖💖 He looks so full of dreams and maybe a little silly. Maybe with a energetic/chaotic significant other!

young!silco also has me in a death grip don't worry. hope you enjoy this!!

warnings: fem!reader, violence, sexual innuendos, secondhand embarrassment for drunk rambling

“It’s doable!”

“Doable and survivable are two very different things.”

Vander knocked his head against the metal backing of his mining gloves repeatedly, aching for the two of you to come to a compromise. The light of the fungi matched the tink tink tink of his patience running thin.

Crunching footsteps had him pausing, one eye opening to find Felicia pushing her helmet up higher on her head as she stared at you and Silco just beyond, still very much squabbling. She leaned on her hip, one hand rising to rest on it as she smiled down at Vander’s hunched form.

“Are they still arguing about the gap?” she whispered.

He groaned quietly instead of answering. It was all she needed.

“I can make it!” you protested, arms gesturing to the other side of the ravine. “I’ve jumped buildings twice the distance.”

“When you’re jumping buildings you can see the ground,” Silco argued, pointing to the darkness below. “We don’t know how long a fall that is, you absolute lunatic.”

“You’ve gotta hand it to her,” Felicia chuckled, taking up camp next to Vander. “No one else would even think of jumping across.”

“She’s an adrenaline junkie,” Vander muttered. “Jumping off shit is all she thinks about.”

“Would you—just let me—damn it, Sil!”

The shuffle of boots and clothes had both of their heads turning, watching with equally amused expressions as Silco passed by with you being half carried half dragged away from the ravine. Silco didn’t pay them a glance as he went. You kept stretching back the way you came, struggling but not truly putting all your energy into it. Felicia could tell. You loved being his center of attention for as long as possible, even if it kept you away from your wild pastimes. 

The sound of a horn echoed through the caves, sending the fungi white with the sound. The work day was finished. 

“Back to the last drop, then?” Felicia hummed, standing and offering a hand to the big man. He accepted it with a soft grin, following her out. The two of them watched Silco far ahead, who was now fully carrying you in your grieved state. You kept muttering you could have made it.

“Think they’ll ever get together?” she hummed, nudging Vander.

“Wish they would,” he sighed. “It was annoying years ago, now its just pitiful.”

She laughed, waving a hand at you when you pulled your head up from Silco’s shoulder to eye them. “Well, she’ll never do it. She’s convinced herself he’s too focused on our cause to ever settle down.”

“Some days I think the same thing,” Vander said, introspective when she glanced up at him, “others, I catch him looking at her. He doesn’t open up, barely does around us, but…”

“Disappears around her, yeah?” She smiled at him and he mirrored her, nodding.

Later that night, the Last Drop was bustling with the newest record added to the box. You’re dancing over chairs, running across the edge of the pool tables as people chant your name. Someone tossed a mug through the air and you caught it, swallowing the contents down and cheering with the rest before continuing on with dancing. 

Silco watched from his bar seat. He had cruel timing, turning his eyes back to his notebook when you pulled yourself away from the crowd to glance at him. To you, he was lost in his own world, but really he fell into yours quite easily. You were distracting. He perked up at the sound of your voice without meaning to, knew the outline of your body in his periphery. Abrasive and chaotic. You’re too much, too loud.

Too perfect for someone as withdrawn and stiff as him.

“Oh, heaven help me,” Vander grumbled, both hands on the bar as he stared at the scene. Silco paused to raise an eyebrow at him. “She just downed three shots in one.”

“How many does that make it now?” he questioned.

“Eight.”

Both of their heads dropped, knowing how the night would be going.

“All right, I give!” Felcia slammed a hand on the bar as she walked up, panting. “I can’t keep up with her. Gods. Where does she get the energy?”

Vander passed her a drink as Silco shrugged, music blaring all around them. Felicia scowled when she noticed his journal. 

“Oh, c’mon, Silco. Let loose for a bit!” she shouted over the din of the bar, clapping a hand on his shoulder. 

“If I did that, nothing would ever get done around here,” he returned, smirking as she rolled her eyes. 

The counter shook under them, the second bang of Vander’s fist sending both of them on high alert. Two meant trouble. 

Felicia spun around, Silco turned in his seat. There by the record player you were backed against the wall by a man, one arm caging you in while his fingers pinched your chin. The cold look in your eyes had a shiver streaking down Silco's spine. You were a storm like this and he’d been lost to it for years. 

The man said something that made you scoff, batting his hand away and sliding to get out from under him. As his hand grabbed your upper arm Silco realized he was no longer sitting. Even across the room he could read your lips.

“Last chance. Beat it,” you warned.

The man laughed and tugged you closer, it sent your knee right between his legs. When he bent over, Silco heard the crack as your fist met the man’s jaw. He hit the ground, dead weight. 

Fuck, he thought, hands curling into fists at his side. You were perfect.

You stumbled back a few steps. It seemed those shots had soaked in. You were cradling your hand as yells broke out, slow to turn as a couple of goons stood from a table nearby.

“Great,” Felicia puffed, pushing off the bar, “he had lackeys.”

Vander shouted as they ran at you, Silco was halfway to you when you dodged the first swing, putting you straight into the path of another. Your back hit the record player, a scratch disrupting the music. The entire bar turned, regulars rushing forward without second thought and jumping the goons. 

Silco went straight to you, mindful of the chair Felicia was brandishing overhead as she flew into the meat of the fight. 

“Let me see,” he said, sliding a hand under your jaw and tilting your head back. You were hunching, still holding that hand of yours to your chest. 

“Hey, Sil,” you slurred, grinning and wincing. Your lower lip was busted, the right side of your face already beginning to swell from the jaw up. “Can you believe that guy? Down in one hit, hah!”

“Still have all your teeth?” he asked, wiping the blood trailing from the corner of your mouth. 

“What? You want me to open wide for you?”

He ticked a brow, scowling through the heat that flashed through his stomach. 

“Come on, let’s get ice on that,” he muttered, wrapping an arm around you. You hummed happily, falling into his side. Even as drunk as you were, your feet barely stumbled as he led you to the basement door. He nodded to Vander who already had the same idea, coming around the back of the bar to pass him an ice pack and a clean rag. He thanked him.

“Take care of her,” Vander said, rubbing a hand over your back. You tossed the big man a smile before he returned to his station.

“Keep that on there,” Silco said to you, heart aching as you hissed at the touch of it. 

“I’ve got it,” you muttered, hand brushing his. He made sure you kept it pressed to your cheek before opening the door and helping you in first, careful of the stairs as he closed it behind him. The sounds of fighting and the skipping music was muffled as he led you into the bowels of the Last Drop, setting you down gently on the couch.

He reached for your hand, frowning when you turned away from him. 

“Let me see,” he said.

“It’s fine,” you grumbled, curling into the couch.

“I’d like to see that for myself,” he pushed, fingers gentle as they smoothed over your wrist. Your furrowed brow relaxed a bit, watery eyes trailing to him. “Let me see,” he asked again, softer.

You sighed, the weight of your arm settling into his palm as he moved to sit next to you. You hand shook in both of his, the skin of your knuckles ripped open and gushing red. When he attempted to move your pointer and middle fingers you whimpered, head falling into his shoulder.

He apologized, pulling one hand away to reach into his jacket. “It’s sprained. I’ll need to wrap it.”

“Sweet Sil,” you sighed, your good cheek rubbing against his shoulder as you brought your knees up, “always prepared for the worst.”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t constantly getting into trouble,” he hummed, pulling out a roll of bandages and beginning his work. You curled into him as he cleaned you up, tensing when he secured your bruised digits. As he tied the bandages off around your wrist, he sighed, holding your hand in his, thumb running over your skin. 

“M’sorry,” you sniffed.

He turned his head, a breath punched from his lungs as he saw tears slipping down your cheeks. The ice pack laid abandoned in your lap. 

“What are you apologizing for?” he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face. 

“I always make a mess,” you whispered, little gasps slipping. Each one was a bullet to his chest. He couldn’t stand seeing you cry. “I always annoy you.”

“No,” he murmured, arms stretching over you to pull you into his lap, “no, you don’t annoy me, pet.”

“Yes, I do,” you sobbed. “I get into t-trouble when I-when I just want you to look at me.”

Oh, Gods help him. He knew this was the alcohol talking but the hopeful flame in his heart was burning into a torch. He needed to calm you down and get you to bed. 

“I’m looking,” he said, lips grazing your forehead as he rubbed your back. “You don’t have to try so hard. I’m always looking.”

You sniffed and he grabbed the bloody rag, nudging the cleanest corner towards you to blow your nose. He chuckled when you groaned, curling deeper into his chest.

“Too drunk for this,” you mumbled. “Stupid shots.”

“Stupid shots, indeed,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Let's get you some water and go to bed.”

You whined, hiding your face in his neck. “Wanna stay here. M’warm.”

He sighed, settling into the couch. Eventually you would nod off. He’d carry you into bed, then.

“Hair’s nice.”

“What?” he chuckled, trying to look down at you, but it was impossible with you smushed up against him.

“Your hair,” you said, lips moving against his neck. “I like it when it’s bun. Hair frames your face nice. S’handsome.”

You’re going to hate yourself in the morning, he thought, holding back his laughter. You were never going to live this down and he wasn’t nearly nice enough to not tease you about this for the rest of your life. 

“Face hurts,” you sighed. He rubbed your calf, shushing you.

“Sleep, pet,” he murmured against your forehead. 

“You’ll stay?” you asked.

“I’ll stay,” he promised.

[lynxgriffin]

Deltarune Chapter 3 and 4 RANDOM THOUGHTS

Spoilers so it's going under the cut! This is just me gushing about the madness

Geez I have like 50 different things I want to do art for and I can't focus on any of them long enough to start, SOB

Was NOT expecting Susie to find out that Darkners are objects immediately upon starting up the chapter. I'm glad she took it as well as she did, though! Still think this may come up much much harder later.

Holy crap Tenna's designs and animations just hit like a truck LOL. It wasn't until much later that I was like "wait...this guy is not getting recruited to Castle Town, is he. There's no way those sprites will get integrated."

Disappointed we did not get a proper Susiezilla sequence, I wanted that!

All the banter of them sitting around playing Legend of Kris was adorable

Did not expect Lanino-Elnina-Rouxls Kaard DISASTER THROUPLE???

Lancer MY BOY

Geez all of the stuff where Kris was playing their solo adventure was just. SO unsettling.

"You didn't do Snowgrave in chapter 2? Well you're doing it here now lol"

"You were used up" UH OH!!!!

I managed to S-Rank both boards somehow and got to the Shadow Mantle boss but got my ass handed to me; I'll need to go back and try again later.

Totally called Toriel being in the prize capsule from the start

saxophone noise

Me at the end of the Tenna boss battle: Kris Knight is real? Well, not what I would've liked, but I'm sure it'll be--

Me five minutes later: I'M SORRY, WHOMST??????

But no for real the Knight design and demeanor is LEGIT scary, I'm so glad we got a proper really intimidating villain

But yeah absolutely got thrashed by the Knight as well SOB SOB

THAT ENDING THO??? AND THEN THE TRANSITION INTO THE NEXT CHAPTER?

Please give Susie MORE PANCAKES

Absolutely fascinated by the fact that the monster religion is also just. Like. The game legend. The implications

Cannot believe we had friggin Tom and Jerry-ass shenanigans in Noelle's house with the soul including Kris beating the crap out of us with a hockey stick

banging fists on the table SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE! SU-SELLE!

Asgore how did you get more awkward every chapter

The whole scene with Carol was just generally so, so DEEPLY UNCOMFORTABLE

Evil and intimidating deer by awesome lesbian couple indeed

Me earlier: Man Carol Holiday is going to get a pretty brutal death in Eldritchrune, I feel a little bad, it's probably going to feel unwarranted--

Me after chapter four: Hell naw this bitch gettin' what she deserves

I gotta say that I REALLY loved the music in this chapter, absolutely outstanding. I might like From Now On even more than Rude Buster

All in all in chapter four was SO cool, loved that we're taking everything seriously now, it felt like a real turning point

OKAY SO turns out THIS KINDA HAPPENED A BIT? But while my initial thought was Gerson being the Knight, I honesty like this better

IDK Gerson was just SO funny as a J.R.R. Tolkien-esque party member and I absolutely appreciated him being a mentor to Kris and especially Susie

Did NOT expect Susie making her own dark fountain before Noelle did!! But oh man all the differences in her version of the world that you can see compared to the usual one...

In any case I love Susie more and more every day if horrible things happen to her I will teleport to Toby Fox's house and push everything breakable off of his shelves

YOUR TAKING TOO LONG

Ralsei I am DEEPLY WORRIED about you my dude

He was looking so ragged this chapter and missed good chunks of Susie's dark world, too

I am extremely anxious about that critical part of the prophecy that we conveniently missed but that Susie saw, my weird kids need to be okay

Also uhhh??? Am I nuts or like? Did my half-human Susie crack theory get more evidence?? I was expecting just a solid debunking but if anything there's just more hints of it???? I'm kind of terrified???? Half-human Susie real????

Seriously I may just finally dive into the nightmare realm of making a theory video for it

HELLO NEO DARK FOUNTAIN ALREADY

HI TITAN ALREADY THAT WAS SICK AS HELL AND ALSO TERRIFYING

Seriously that Titan boss battle was crazy hard; it took me a lot of tries and it was a LONG fight every time

I have no solid thoughts on whether it's Carol Knight or Dess Knight; I'll have to ruminate on it more

It's Raining Here made real...

CANNOT BELIEVE WE ENDED THIS CHAPTER ON FRIGGIN KRIS MISERABLE IN BED WHILE SORIEL DISCO HAPPENS DOWNSTAIRS

Again: I want to draw but have no focus aaljsda

Also I got like two hours of sleep last night because my brain would not stop buzzing lol

Once again THIS GIF REMAINS MY ULTIMATE REACTION TO NEW DELTARUNE BYE:

[writingouthere]

singlemom!reader x neighbor!sukuna. you miss having a baby and Sukuna is dying from a combination of your sexual tension, his lowkey(highkey) baby fever and the drudgery of attending a child's birthday party

cw: Sukuna's breeding kink, red flags are present and accounted for, no one gets laid tho so sad face. this actually ended up being way more sincere and heartfelt than I intended but honestly very typical of me

"Oh we're not together, Sukuna's just been letting me and Bug crash while we look for an apartment."

"Oh he's not my boyfriend, we're just friends!"

"He's actually not Bug's dad. No, no. But, they get along really well. She enjoys having someone else to hang out with aside from me, I think."

Your laughter after the last one plays on repeat as he goes to grab the two of you some refreshments. Sukuna feels like he's living the world's worst version of groundhog day, except instead of being some sad loser who relives the same day over and over, he's apparently a sad loser who is going to live the same conversation over and over again.

"Fuck this shit."

"Um, excuse me but could you watch your language. This is a kid's birthday party." Sukuna wants to ask the bitch who is correcting a grown man's language if he would mind watching his own fucking business but you seem to care about what these losers think and he won't make life difficult for you.

If he happens to step on the guy's foot as he leaves with two cups and a juice box caught in his elbow, well, his steel toed boots need the exercise.

Sukuna knew that if any of his acquaintances, he didn't have friends after all, could see him now, they would die laughing. Die ,because he would kill them for laughing, but fuck he couldn't even really blame them, even in his hypothetical.

Once upon a time, Sukuna was a feared criminal. People pissed themselves when he cornered them in a dark alley. Other bad guys would look at him and say, "wow that guy's a real piece of shit" and now look at him. Stuck at some three year old's birthday party. One more kidzpop butchering of an already shitty song away from committing another felony.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he knew he was at least getting some pussy out of it, but he had just spent the past two hours hearing you deny him to anyone who asked and it was really starting to get to him.

He knew he was being a little bitch about it, and he wasn't upset just because you weren't fucking him. He was upset that all the things you were telling people, they were technically true. He was just letting you and your daughter crash. He was just your friend, not your boyfriend. Even the comments about him not being Bug's dad, but him being positioned as some kind of really invested babysitter, those might have stung more than the ones about your relationship but you thought that was true too.

Thinking about the kid made him look for her, not that Sukuna ever wasn't aware of where you and your daughter were. It had become instinct before he was even aware of it.

Bug was laughing with some kids he recognized from daycare and others from their regular trips to the park. Her happiness was contagious and Sukuna found his lips twitching up at the ends despite his shitty mood.

Your daughter's eyes found him from across the playground. "kuna!" she called, waving her little hand at him. He waved back with his available hand and made his way towards her. She met him halfway, her little legs unsteady on the wood chips but she didn't seem to notice. She was always like that when she saw him, she ran fearlessly. Maybe she just trusted he'd catch her.

Was it so wrong of him that he didn't like the reminders she wasn't his. That it stung, not just because of his feelings but because it just couldn't be true. He might not have fathered her, but fuck anyone who said this little girl wasn't his.

"I got you a juice, you've been running around so much you gotta be thirsty."

"Not thirsty," Bug argued leaning into him. He held up his hands that were holding the grown up drinks for the two of you, and moved the package still lodged in the crease of his elbow towards the petulant toddler. "Take it, or I'll drink it."

Bug stuck her tongue out at him and grabbed it. She struggled to get the wrapping off the straw and Sukuna didn't even notice what he was doing until she had the straw stretched out towards him and he was pulling the wrapper off with his teeth. He spit it out on the ground as your daughter gave him a polite thank-you and then walked away, sipping her juice as she went to catch up with her friends.

What had become of him?

"Need a hand?" You smile at him and Sukuna hands over your cup before taking a sip of his own. There was unfortunately no alcohol in it but drinking it occupied his mouth before he acted like a pussy and asked you, "what are we?" or "should we get married?" or something equally as pathetic.

"God, I want a baby."

Sukuna almost spit out his drink but he manages to tone it down to just a little cough before turning to look at you. You don't even seem a little embarrassed which is just infuriating. Sukuna's about to make a suggestion on how he can help with that when you sigh and point to where some loser is holding their ugly baby.

"Aren't babies just the cutest, I miss when Bug was that age."

Oh, so this was just you looking at other people's red-faced brats and feeling nostalgic and was not in fact a call to action. Sukuna rolled his eyes and leaned back on the hand closest to you so he didn't touch you as he was so tempted to do these days.

"That baby, like all babies, is hideous. All they do is cry, shit themselves and vomit and I'm not even sure Bug is the exception to that and she's the best kid there is."

You look touched at his affection for your daughter but also fired up on behalf of babies everywhere.

"You can't just say a baby is hideous, Sukuna. Those are the Zenin's. Bug is friends with some of them."

"Well are the older ones cuter, because that baby looks like someone fucked one of those hairless cats."

"Sukuna!" you hiss but he sees you smile, despite yourself. "Okay, maybe that baby isn't like the cutest baby-"

"Hideous."

You continue after smacking his arm. "But Bug was cute, okay. And I'm not just saying that because I'm her mom." You take out your phone and quickly swipe until you get to what you're looking for. "See, cute baby."

Sukuna grabs your phone and looks. It's not the first picture he's seen of a young Bug and he's taken his share of photos of her himself, but he finds himself taken in by it anyway.

It has to be a picture from when Bug was really young, she still had the scrunched up, red face that he associates with newborns. But he thinks you're right, she's still cute. He doesn't know if it's because he knows that baby will grow up to be your daughter, but he finds his thumb caressing her little baby cheeks, the wisps of hair he can see peaking out from where she's wrapped in a baby blanket. It's then he sees she's not alone in the picture and there's a different version of you holding her.

The thing that stands out to him is how tired you look. He thinks this couldn't have been too long after you gave birth but still, he wondered if you'd gotten any rest those first few months. You still didn't like talking about your ex, or the circumstances that had led you to his apartment, but Sukuna knew that chances are you were taking care of Bug single handedly and that couldn't have been easy, cutest kid or not.

"She was beautiful, she still is." He reluctantly hands the phone back to you and you look at the picture again, tears building up in your eyes.

"She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I-I wish that the circumstances were different in how I got her. Sometimes, I wonder how I'll explain everything to her when she's older. She just deserves so much better than him, you know?"

"You both do." Sukuna reaches over and brushes away one of the tears that had managed to fall down your cheek. He leaves his hand there a moment, holding your cheek in his palm, just appreciating the warmth.

"Do you want any?"

"What?" Sukuna isn't sure what you're talking about anymore. He can only see your lips right in front of him, the way that your eyelashes brush against your cheek as you blink faster and faster.

"Babies, do you want any?"

Something short circuits in Sukuna's brain and he wants to say, fuck yes.

He wants to tell you that he thinks about it every day. Every time you put Bug on your hip or send him youtube videos of hairstyles you want to try on her. Whenever it's late at night, and little feet pad out of your room and Bug asks him in the loudest whisper he's ever heard, if he can get her some water because she's so thirsty.

He thinks about it when the sun streams through the curtains of his apartment in the morning and it lights up your hair as you move throughout the kitchen, a force of nature, a creature from somewhere far too good to have ended up here with him.

He thinks about it when the three of you go out and people just assume you're a family, because of course you're a family. When you and Bug play some made up game, or Bug gets tired even though she denies it and he carries her sleeping form against his chest. When he holds her in his lap on the subway and you lean to rest your head on his shoulder and he feels like this, this is what he's always wanted.

He's not all pure and good though, because he thinks about it late at night in his bedroom too. After a day of your smiles, of seeing your thighs stretch out of those sleep shorts you started wearing when the weather warmed up, whenever he remembers the feel and smell of your panties when he's lucky enough to find a pair in the laundry basket, he thinks about how the two of you would make some really cute fucking babies.

He's imagined it a million ways. He's imagined you telling him you've gone off your birth control and you need him now after he takes you out on an anniversary dinner. Or him crowding you up against the kitchen counter and you begging him to put a baby in you.

His favorite fantasy is currently one where you get so carried away when you finally finally fuck that you don't ask him to wear a condom and he spends the whole night making sure you're nice and good and full of him and when you tell him a few weeks later you missed your period, he'll let you freak out. But then he'll tell you that he'll take good care of you, and Bug, and your soon to be little one and he'll finally have you, all of you and once you have your second, he'll knock you up again, as many times as he can because there could never be too many mini-you's running around.

At this point, Sukuna remembers he's talking to you, the real you and he swallows a few times before he speaks.

"I do," he says simply but something must show on his face because you're looking at him in a way you never have before. He hears your breath hitch and he leans in to kiss you, and you smell so good and his thoughts are consumed by the little family he just knows you're going to have when suddenly he's pelted by a variety of sharp, little objects.

Sukuna immediately holds up his arm to shield you from what he now sees is a barrage of wood chips which are being thrown at you by an army of toddlers, including your daughter.

You immediately get up and start talking to the kids about the danger of throwing what are basically large future splinters at people's faces and Sukuna is contemplating the murder of every child that isn't his own when you turn to look at him.

You're not just looking at him, you're seeing him and oh. Maybe he would be getting laid tonight, after all.

The slow burn is almost done folks.

thank you to the amazing reception to this series and the one-shot I posted(which there will be a prequel of soon!). it's literally so insane. Masterlist will be up tomorrow which I hope helps with accessibility!

edit: masterlist is up!

[andersonsgf]

modern roommate!abby

this shall be so criminally self indulgent :)

18+ bit of smut. minors dni.

modern roommate!abby who wasn't keen on you at first. manny had just moved out and it felt as though she had practically grabbed you from the street to make sure she could make rent that month. but she did not like living with a stranger. for the first week she kicked you to the curb, giving you minimal responses when you tried to talk. She looked at you with a frown most of the time, blinking at you when you suggested a movie on your third night. "I'm going out tonight" was her response, mentally noting to make sure to text manny to hang out now.

modern roommate!abby who after getting over her initial distaste realised you weren't too bad after all. at first she protested that you put little trinkets of yours around the apartment. "i don't see why you have to make this place look like one of your fucking video game stores", she complained when some lego blockheadz appeared near the tv. but after a little while she came to find that she didn't mind it so much, and after getting over the fact that manny was gone she realised you were filling all the little gaps he had left in your own way.

besides, you had pointed out all of her trinkets that were dotted around. "those aren't trinkets!", she had protested, arguing that her mass amount of classic books and classical music CDs dotted around were fine collections, and not "kids toys". you had for sure worn her down, though. you won the battle claiming that you deserve to have your fine collections around the apartment too. even though abby was annoyed that her entire apartment felt different now, she wasn't a dick. you were paying equal rent, you should have equal trinkets.

modern roommate!abby who after finally deeming that you weren't a threat to her little paradise at home drove you everywhere. your shiftwork at the local store was on her way to her work. it was the least she could do she felt, not trusting other people to keep you safe when walking around seattle on your own. she wouldn't tell anyone you were friends yet, still telling people that you were just her pesky roommate. still, she couldn't bear the thought of you shuffling through the torrential seattle rain to work, then walking back in the dark after. no, no. she was willing to be your chauffeur. she even gave you the aux. she would rub her forehead when she saw you put it on without her permission anymore, but she never made you turn it off.

modern roommate!abby who has a rigorous sleep schedule thanks to all of the rugby training she does cannot understand how one night you will be in bed asleep by 10, and the next she'll wake up for a glass of water and hear you shuffling around in your adjoining room at 2am. time and time again she would lecture you on not going to bed late due to your commitment to your playstation, but she soon realised it was no use. you were unfortunately a gremlin.

you consistently mocked her for going to bed at a "baby hour". it was always met with an eye roll and her telling you you would meet an early grave from sleep deprivation. come to think of it, she often told you that you'd die young. whether it be from lack of sleep, eating too much candy, not looking properly when confidently stepping out into the road, or just being oblivious to the world around you in general. "you gotta get healthier so i know my rent payments are still secure", she'd tell you whilst eating her perfectly counted macros meal after the two of you visited the gym together, watching you scoff your face with your version of a post-gym snack. a subway sandwich with four rainbow cookies.

modern roommate!abby was pleasantly surprised to find out that you were a gym rat too. she obviously had way more muscle, built like an ox, but you were doing pretty well for yourself too. different body types had different ways of showing muscle anyway. at first she couldn't really tell, you had moved in in the winter so wore baggy comfy layers to the gym. after a few months of joining in on her training sessions though, the seasons changing and the weather warming up, you started wearing your matching sets. abbys favourite was your dark blue ones, a cropped muscle shirt and shorts. not that she would ever ever admit to you that she had a favourite.

she would never admit that sometimes she corrected your form just to get a little closer. your form was never wrong, she'd taught you too well over the months. she was embarrassed, her eye contact when in the gym dropped completely, and she had never been one to shy away from that kind of crap. you were though, eye contact had always alluded you so you didn't notice the way abby could barely look at you, feeling terrible for ogling you in your new leggings when she helped you on the squat rack.

modern roommate!abby who when she got a text that you cracked your tooth on a skittle at work booked half her shift off and drove you to the dentist. she didn't even have to think about it, just told her boss she had a family emergency and had the 'holiday' booked within five minutes. she pulled up to the curbside with a screech, staring at you with an incredulous expression. "you're like four minutes from your work why did you start walking?", she had half yelled out the window.

"what? why are you out of work?", your hand was covering your cheek on the cracked tooth side of your face as if that would do anything. abby sighed, pushing the endearing thoughts towards you out of her head as she yelled at you to "get in the fucking car". she took you for a milkshake after it got fixed.

modern roommate!abby who got comfortable enough with you in her life to invite her friends around for an evening of drunk games again. manny made about ten jokes over the course of the night about how he was invited to his own apartment. you laughed at how he poked fun at how you ruined his old room. hearing your drunken giggles made abby smile a lot over the course of that night. you'd become a permanent fixture in her life, and as the drinks kept coming she kept sidling closer and closer to you on the couch, basically ignoring her friends as they cracked open a board game and ten more beers. you spent the night basically staring at her hands as they clutched onto the various beer bottles. they were just so fucking big, and attached to the biggest forearms you had ever seen.

at some point you got up to go make some toast, trying to preemptively cure the hangover you knew you were going to get. you had completely missed how abbys eyes narrowed into thin slits when one of her coworkers took interest in you and very clearly tried to chat you up in the kitchen. her hand almost crunched the beer bottle when she saw that womans hand on the small of your back. you had been clearly too drunk to notice much, but you did approach abby the next morning after finding a phone number slipped into your back pocket.

"you scored last night, huh?". abbys heart raced a million miles an hour as she looked at you. it shouldn't have mattered, she wasn't interested in dating, nevermind getting into it with a roommate. that was a terrible choice. but she couldn't deny the smirk she held back by sipping on some orange juice as you murmured about not being interested whilst throwing the paper in the bin.

modern roommate!abby didn't invite that particular coworker around again. you did question it when she was absent at the next hangout. "She's just busy, sweetheart", she was drunk enough to call you that as her hand covered your knee completely. she woke up humiliated at how many advances she had sent your way that night, but if you noticed then you didn't make it clear, entering the kitchen the same way you did every morning. your bright smile melted her heart.

after a while modern roommate!abby started cooking for you more. she wanted to make sure you were getting a good amount of protein and carbs with how much physical exercise you did each week. not as much as her of course, but still a hefty amount. it became a common occurrence for her to hand you some tupperware with your name on a post-it before she drove you to work. she never put a post-it on her own tupperware though, which you thought needed to be rectified. she was pleasantly surprised when she got to work, seeing "abby <3 :)" on her lunch. it did lead to her having to deny having a girlfriend at work though, her coworkers pestering her about it nonstop. it did get her thinking, however. you were sweet, maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing- no, no.

modern roommate!abby who decided to invite you to a rugby game for the first time. you knew she worked in an office for her main income, and obviously knew she was on a rugby team. what you didn't know was that she was in an actual major league team, the seattle seawolves. you also didn't know that she was such a star of the show that premiership teams were looking into scouting her for the next seasons. fucking hell. it now felt like living with a celebrity. you sat alone on the bench near the pitch, getting special treatment for being a special guest. a decent crowd showed and screamed loud when the seattle team had momentum. abby pushed harder than she ever had now that you were in the crowd. she pushed through tackles like the opponents were made of butter, easily reaching the end goal and slamming both herself and the ball onto the floor near the posts, making life easier for the kicker. you, meanwhile? drooling. straight up drooling. Her muscles rippled as she stormed across the pitch, her hamstrings and quads were sculpted and your eyes were pinned to them. suddenly you realised why people liked watching rugby.

it was a win, of course. she celebrated with her teammates on the pitch as the crowd slowly filtered out. it was incredible. abby won player of the match, scoring the most tries, letting her team win by a landslide. "well done!", you spoke louder to be heard over everyone as you reached her after hurrying across the pitch. abbys heart skipped and her ears rang as she saw you grin up at her before you went up on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around her neck.

modern roommate!abby who after this had realised she was down bad. one hug should not have been on her mind for this long. and abby 'get the fuck away from me' anderson never normally craved another hug after someone held her. but no, she started even inviting you to match practices and being a tryhard just for the chance of you giving her another well done hug after. fuck, she was so screwed. she even found herself putting her hands on you when moving past you in the apartment, making sure to get your favourite snacks in if she saw you were out of them. she'd never done this when manny lived with her so she could not chalk it up to just feeling comfortable. she grumbled to herself when you arrived home from wandering around the city and she smiled too brightly during welcoming you home, huffing and puffing and making her sandwich too aggressively when you were back in your room.

"why are there so many finger marks in your bread?", you startled her. your chuckle reverberated around her heart, making it beat faster. she gave some pathetic excuse about literally hand planting her sandwich as she tripped coming back from the fridge. you believed it, shrugging her off as you sat down next to her and unwrapped another subway.

modern roommate!abby who made it all worse when acting deeply uncomfortable when you talked about dating apps. "i mean, i thought when i moved to the city that the choices in women would be better but its still 'katy and brent looking for their third', or 'just looking for some fun on my exchange!'. ugh does no woman in seattle just want a nice relationship or something?". abby looked up from her beer, looking a little frazzled that the topic of dating was now here. she painfully swallowed a hunk of pizza whilst absentmindedly agreeing with you. "what's your relationship take? do you have much luck here?".

she sighed, fucksake. "i don't really have one", she brushed you off, watching as you frowned at her. it's not like she could admit that her relationship take right now was you. "how can you not have one?".

"i mean one day it might be nice to settle down but like you said the dating pool is shit".

"yeah it is pretty shit. i dunno, i kinda like knowing the person first, might just delete hinge it's so ass", you grumbled and she watched you toss the application into the trash, her chest felt relieved. without the dating apps she didn't have to worry about you finding an actual person on there, now she could take her time in being a wimp around the apartment again.

modern roommate!abby who had managed to make it even more worse when you scampered through the apartment in just a shirt and your underwear after a shower, yelling in panic about how you left your pyjama bottoms by accident. even you in all of your beautiful obliviousness noticed the way she stared at your ass as soon as you were in view of the living room. you clearly gulped and scampered away even faster as you felt your face and ears flush. abby had to go and get a drink of water before shaking her head. you were her roommate, it was too complicated. but now that she had seen you in some simple black cotton underwear -to abby, the simple stuff was hotter- she knew she was fucked. not in the fun way.

before she knew it her car keys were in her hand and she was heading to mannys apartment. he enthusiastically invited her in and she immediately shared her woes about how she had fallen so hard for her new roommate. "dude, you can't do apartment-cest".

"don't call it that, that's gross", she shoved his shoulder and got a soda out of his fridge. "i didn't think i had a type before her but she's just so sweet y'know? like everything she says is like she's throwing rainbows at me even if she's complaining about how her avocado socks got soggy on a walk or some shit".

"dip your pen in the apartment ink, then", manny sat down on his couch whilst trying to subtly shove someones bra under a cushion.

"i could have maybe continued silently pining after her like a fucking loser but she caught me staring at her ass and fuck it was a good one". abby anderson basically whined when thinking about how she saw you at the apartment, her stomach doing that thing.

modern roommate!abby who hid at mannys apartment until 10pm when you had your shower at 5. she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole when you looked up at her as soon as she opened the door. you had been waiting for her with a tub of ben and jerrys, and you were wearing her rugby teams shirt as a pyjama shirt. fuck. her voice was strained when greeting you, biting the bullet and placing herself on the sofa too. "you were gone a while", you noted. all she could do was nod, her mouth going dry now she knew she'd seen the entirety of your legs. she had decided they were her new weakness. "sorry if i made you uncomfortable".

"the opposite, actually", she replied after a moment. and neither of you knew where to go from there. in every aspect of her life abby was headstrong, intimidating, said what she wanted. but when it came to women? useless. fucking useless.

the memo was received though. but you? also fucking useless. "okay i think we're both knowing where this is going", your voice was careful. terrified. you watched abby nod and shift to be facing more towards you. "maybe we can test to see if its awkward?", you looked up at her.

modern roommate!abby whose hand tentatively placed itself just above your waist as you both leaned in, awkwardly. your noses bumped, and she smiled with a huff before your lips chased hers. it was safe to say that it was a successful test. she worked her lips against yours and wondered why she hadn't been doing this the whole time. you tasted sweet, like orange juice, and her brain went static when you panted slightly as her hand moved up and down the side of your ribcage. sensitive.

modern roommate!abby who loved you hard as soon as you got past the awkward first week of not knowing how to be roommates and also go on dates. she took you out for some amazing burgers the day after your kiss and then got confused on what to do after. you both had the same home. some people may have retreated away to their rooms after, but not her. she straight up followed you into yours after your fifth date on week two, grinning as you laughed when she settled herself onto your bed. she just couldn't be apart from you, it seemed. not that you minded, especially not when you settled curled up against her chest as her hands rubbed your back. these days you could talk the nights away now that the useless pining was over. and you always found that one of abbys hands always found their way down your back and onto your ass, without fail, resting her hand there before falling asleep. think it's safe to say she's an ass girl.

modern roommate!abby who so lived up to that when she meekly asked if she could go from behind during your first time. even though she liked to be 'on top', she really was so shy during it. she made sure you had lots of pillows to be comfortable, she brushed your hair out of your face to make sure it wouldn't annoy you during it. the groan she let out when staring at your lower half, one hand cupping and squeezing it as the other worked the outside of your centre was enough to have you gushing. she worshipped you completely as she started off with one finger, aware that her hands were bigger than average. the small little whines were just not enough though, so she slipped another in, pumping them in and out softly as she gently rocked her body back and forth in time with her wrist, keeping her rhythm steady.

modern roommate!abby who over and over again murmured reassurances when she heard your soft whimpers. "you're okay, you're okay. so fucking hot", she'd slur out in a whisper, punctuating the end of her sentence with another squeeze to your ass before working you harder when she felt you near the finish line. she couldn't get over how good you felt, how warm, groaning when your back arched as she finally got you to the end, feeling ever so slightly proud of herself, and wondering why she hadn't bent you over sooner.

modern roommate!abby who proudly called you her girlfriend now when she brought you to rugby practice, pressing her lips to the top of your head before running off with a wink to go and batter some people. your eyes once again fixated on her thighs, definitely your favourite part of your girlfriend if you were quite frank. even though practice was her favourite time of week, the highlight of it really were those 'well done' hugs. only these days? she got a little kiss with them too.

[rubyyanddrainy]

A fic where i think randomly in my empty mind.

Nsfw, fluff in the end.

Male stalker x male pizzeria worker.

You were a normal guy who worked at a pizzeria.

You didn’t pay much mind to your stalker.

And The hot ass stalker came up to you and started talking with you, you thought to yourself that- are u gonna get killed? or fucked?

You shrug it off your busy mind.

The stalker had a rough appearance a dark hat covering his sharp gaze and a stubble that u noticed after looking at him so much through these long bar nights.

“So uhm..whats your name? i didn’t get to know u yet man.” you said with a curious tone. wanting to know more of this “mysterious” stalker.

“Call me Wayne darlin. i live near u, u could come to my home if u wanna?” Now— Wayne said with a smirk. his long coat and his fang glistening under the bright lights in the bar.

“Oh uh- why not? i can hang around. haha.” u replied with a awkward laugh.

You were so fucking scared of whats gonna happen.

When u got in it was pretty normal. for now. cozy furniture everything that u seemed to fancy in, u found it weird how everything in his house is your favorite colour and brand.

After that quite interesting encounter with him in his house. u eventually got up.

“I’m gonna go..it’s pretty late Wayne.” you said.

“Wait. darling dont leave.” he said with a firm tone, it was deep and commanding.

It kinda made u turned on.

“I- sure! ill stay-“

Wayne cutted u off.

“Cmon darlin.”

He patted his knee while his large frame was sitting on the bed. you blushed furiously. is this man this blunt?! you walk. your footsteps creaking the wooden floor.

Wayne pulled u over.

“Let’s have some fun. afterall your having fun, at my house huh? and you got a problem down there too pretty boy.”

You look down to see you were as hard as a damn rock.

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“Hngh- Wayne slow down-“

You yell out in pain yet pleasure. his cock was stuffing you full already. tears forming in your pretty eyes.

“Calm down..take deep breathes. im here. just relax.” he gently stroked your hair. holding u gently againest his bare chest. You close your eyes, relaxing as u cling on.

“There u go..im here. for you. my pretty boy. my universe.” Wayne fingertips brush againest your inner thighs.

He kissed your head before filing u up.

His rough hands holding your soft thighs.

“Mmgh..thank you..” you mumble. too dizzy to form a clear sentence.

“You don’t gotta thank me for the bare minimum darlin. afterall your my world. my paradise.”

He fucked you gently and a pace u want. All while whispering sweet things to you.

You never thought your stalker was so..sweet. You can’t help but cry abit from the comfort and gentleness.

“Don’t cry..shh. im here. all for you. u wont leave me, and you wont leave me too.”

Wayne kissed u, as u lean in to it.

It was one of the most comforting and best nights u had.

You woke up the next morning with a blanket over your body and Wayne not taking the blanket. making sure your warm as his first priority.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. u enjoyed it.

I’ll post a longer version if it gets some love :)) hope y’all enjoyed it. it is my first fic!

Part 2:

[avelera]

I do have one thing and one thing only to say about the Neil Gaiman revelations.

Others more articulate than I have gone into detail on the horror of it. It should go without saying that fans across every fandom linked to him are horrified and each dealing with the revelations in their own way. My thoughts below may seem, I don't know, pithy in response but I'm not trying to address the enormity of what happened or offer any sort of solution, or comfort, or anything but my own confusion on a particular, perhaps even silly point. This is just my own moment to grapple with an aspect of the revelation that just won't get out of my head.

Here's a thing I don't get. It's a stupid thing, even ridiculous, but it haunts me:

Why remake the comic issue "Calliope" in the Sandman show? If you're N.G. and you know what you've done?? How could you be so fucking stupid? Or is it pure hubris? Why in the world would you update it so Madoc bore more similarities to current N.G., with such similar crimes of hypocrisy, using progressiveness as a mask over such crimes of sexual abuse?? Why wouldn't you try to distract or at least not bring such direct parallel attention to what you've done in your own story??

Writing Calliope in the first place as a younger man is one thing. The Sandman comic is edgy and dark and a story like that fits the 90s era grimdark tone. And many accounts seem to point to him not having committed any of those crimes back when he wrote Calliope. His ability to commit and get away with such abuse, perhaps even his interest in doing so I don't fucking know, came later, once he had money and power and influence. Sure, take that as you will, I don't claim to know, but most of the accounts seem to be from after he was 40 and he wrote Calliope long before that.

But the Calliope update in the Sandman show so specifically seems to draw parallels between Madoc and Gaiman. Like, there's a whole bit about how Madoc wants any shows or movies based in his work to have at least half women and people of color, Madoc is posing himself as this progressive feminist and the disgusting hypocrisy of it of course is that he has a woman he's abusing locked up in the attic.

I remember watching that scene, while watching this remake of Sandman that is, of course, more than half women and people of color. One of the biggest dudebro complaints against the Sandman show was that Lucienne got genderswapped and Death was played by a black woman. Like, you're watching the show where the acclaimed author's works are getting a progressive facelift, in the episode, with a fictional author, who is demanding the progressive facelift for film versions of his work, while he's being a vile predatory hypocrite with a woman locked in the attick.

I remember watching that scene and thinking, astounded and rather anxious for him, "My god, Neil must have absolute ironclad certainty that he has never done anything that can be construed as sexually inappropriate if he's making this update to the characters with parallels that could so clearly apply to him as well! He must be totally wholesome, faithful to his wife, and careful around fans. He must be 100% dead certain that he is above reproach because even a whisper, a false accusation of impropriety, one unhappy fan at an event, could make this episode look like the rankest hypocrisy. Why would you ever dare remake Calliope, and remake it so specifically to model after Neil, if you're Neil, unless you're 1000% certain Madoc's update doesn't apply to you at all?"

Like, even the most squeaky clean person in the world has gotta hesitate a bit when drawing a potential parallel between themselves as the author of the work and a villain in the work, and saying "This is me if I was a bad person." RIGHT? Like you've gotta have a moment's hesitation, even if you know none of it is true, before you dare risk drawing such parallels and literally updating the work into the script to make it more like you. Even if you know you've never done anything wrong in your life as an author, when you create Madoc, who is an author, who voices similar views to things you've said, you've gotta have a moment's hesitation just in case people misconstrue that the other villainous stuff applies to you too, right?

I think there's a part of me that like... understands obviously that there's evil in the world but sometimes what makes me additionally angry is when evil is stupid? Like when really obvious fraud is committed, or when the coverup is just really blatantly false. And this kind of falls into that category of like, what were you thinking drawing attention to your own potential abuse of power with fans, how your own progressive ideals could be rank hypocrisy over a mask of horror, that you could be saying all these feminist things while keeping a woman locked up and assaulted in your attic, almost literally, why would you even dare put that-- I mean, I daresay, confession out into the world and make the parallels so obvious, to actually update the parallels to be more like you now! Why would you dare do that?!

I can only imagine two answers:

It wasn't Neil. It was the other show creators who came up with the idea, because they truly thought Neil was above reproach (or maybe they did know some element of the truth and it WAS a warning but that feels less likely with him as executive producer that he'd let that in) and he couldn't cut it from the story without raising questions about why he wanted this rather salient update to the character removed without raising questions, especially if Orpheus & Calliope plot was going to a big thing later in the story.

It was Neil's choice to put that update in and it is some sort of twisted confession or he didn't see the parallels or he truly didn't think anyone would spot it or know?? But again WHY make Madoc progressive in such a specifically similar way to Neil?! Madoc didn't need to be progressive! He didn't need to say his films should be adapted to be more diverse the same way Neil did, in a show that was adapted to be more diverse! You didn't need to make the parallels to Neil so goddamn glaring, you could just adapt it directly to the comic and avoid the possible parallel! Why risk it??

It's a stupid thing to get stuck on, I know. But it baffles me, the sheer... hubris of it? The foolishness? I can't control what happened, I can't help the victims, and many fans are grappling with many questions about this but still, holy shit...

Why update Calliope with a Madoc that is so much like Neil, knowing as Neil did how deep the parallels actually went? Why, in the fucking world, would you ever fucking do that??

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Just You and Me - Chapter 5 (Final)

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The music inside LIV nightclub was bumping as Hazel entered the nightclub for WrestleMania After Dark. She knew he was going to be there. He had just won the World Heavyweight Championship and was on cloud nine. 

Hazel spotted him near the VIP section, surrounded by a couple of Instagram influencers the WWE had invited to Wrestlemania, and she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.  

Of course, he’s eating it up. Flashing that perfect smile, posing for selfies like he didn’t shatter her less than a month ago.

He looked good, too good for someone who claimed to be heartbroken. Hazel gritted her teeth, trying to shake the knot forming in her chest. Everything about him screamed “unbothered” and it pissed her off. 

This was he first time seeing him in person since she kicked him out of her apartment 

Since he got on his knees and told her he loved her.

Since she told him to get out and not look back.

Since she blocked his number.

Well, tried to. Somehow, his texts still came through. Call after call. Paragraphs she never read, voicemails she never listened to. It had been radio silence on her end. And now, here he was, standing in the same room with her like the past few weeks hadn’t happened. Like she hadn’t been doing the work to forget him.

Hazel rolled her eyes as one of the influencers placed her ugly, manicured hands on his chest. 

Straightening her spine, Hazel tossed her curls over her shoulder and made her way toward the bar, chin held high like she hadn’t just been gut-punched by the sight of him. Jade spotted her first and nudged Trinity, who immediately handed Hazel a drink without saying a word.

“Girl,” Jade muttered, glancing toward the VIP section with a look of mild disgust. “I saw him. He’s doing the most.”

“Let him have his moment,” Hazel muttered before taking her drink to the head. She quickly flagged the bartender down and ordered another drink. Trinity and Jade shared a look. Hazel thanked the bartender as he placed the drink in her hand. She turned towards Jade and Trinity and held her drink up, making them do the same with their drinks. “To moving on from fuck boy champions,” Hazel said, clinking glasses with Trinity and Jade.

Trinity tried to stifle her laugh, but Jade let hers out freely, raising her glass a little higher. “Amen to that.”. 

Josh watched them cheer from his VIP section. He had clocked Hazel as soon as she walked in. His jaw tightened as he took a slow sip from his drink. The girls talking around him started to fade into background noise. 

“You gon stare at her all night or you gon go and get your girl Uce?”  His brother asked, a slight smirk on his lips as he watched his twin. 

“You gon distract your wife?” Josh muttered. “Ion need her in my business right now.” 

Jon chuckled and nodded. “Whatchu gon do about Jade? You know she ain’t gon let you nowhere near Hazel” 

Josh shrugged, “She gotta piss eventually.” 

Jon laughed and walked away from his brother and towards his wife. It didn’t take much for him to ease her away from Jade and Hazel and towards the dance floor. Josh took another sip of his drink and waited. 

He watched as Jade and Hazel did two more rounds of shots before making their way to the dance floor. He downed the rest of his drink before making his move. 

Hazel found herself getting lost in the music. The DJ had started to play a chopped and screwed version of Wanna Be by Glorilla. She let the rhythm take over, her eyes half-closed, curls bouncing with every beat. 

She didn’t notice Josh slide in behind her, moving with the same rhythm, matching her every sway and step. Just as she started to turn, two hands slipped around her waist, strong and easy and uninvited. She froze. She felt herself start to melt into his grip, the scent of his cologne bringing back memories she tried to suppress. 

“Jus’ lemme talk to you.” He whispered into her ear, his lips brushing over her earlobe, making a shiver run down her spine. When she didn’t try to pull away from him, he continued. “I missed you, Hazel. I miss the way you used to look at me like I was the only person who mattered. I miss waking up with you in my arms. I know I fucked up, jus lemme make it better.”  

“Josh…” she trailed off as his lips started to trail kisses down her neck. “You hurt me.” 

“I know, baby lemme make it up to you. Prove to you that I only want you.” 

Hazel let out a sigh as she let her head fall back onto his shoulder, their bodies still moving to the beat. 

Josh’s voice was low, steady against her ear. “I’m done with the games, Hazel. No more distractions, no more bullshit. Just us. If you let me.”

Hazel let out a gasp, hands flying to her mouth as Josh opened the door to his presidential suite. The entire entrance way was filled with red roses. Hazel’s breath caught in her throat as she stepped inside, the soft glow of candlelight flickering against the walls.  She turned around to face Josh, who was already looking at her. 

Josh’s eyes were intense, full of sincerity and something softer, vulnerability maybe. “Trinity said you wanted me to prove my love to you.” He spoke softly. “This is me proving it to you.” Hazel’s heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sea of red roses lining the floor 

Josh took a cautious step closer, voice dropping to a near whisper. “I know words don’t mean shit right now. You need to see it, feel it… know it.” His hand reached out, brushing a stray curl from her face. “No distractions, no more games. Just me and you.” He paused and took a deep breath, his voice trembling as he continued. “ I don’t expect you to forgive me overnight. I just want a chance to start making things right. To be the man you deserve.” 

Hazel’s heart pounded, torn between the scars of the past and the possibility of healing. She nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Once their lips met, he melted into her. 

His lips tasted like whiskey and an apology. He lifted her off the floor, roses tumbling under his steps, as he walked them into the bedroom, where Hazel was met with another surprise. That’s You by Lucky Daye played softly in the background as Hazel took in the room. Instead of roses, he had balloons all over the room. “Forgive Me” was spelled out just above the bed. 

“I meant what I said, Hazel,” He whispered against her skin. “I don’t want anyone else. I just want another shot at us.”

It was different this time. Normally, sex between them was rough and fast, but this time was different. Josh was gentle, like he was rediscovering her body. He parted her thighs with reverence, not greed, tracing open-mouthed kisses down her sternum and stomach, pausing at every place she shivered. 

He whispered promises into her skin that he’d do better, treat her better, never make her doubt again. As if every word could stitch the wounds he’d left inside her, seam by trembling seam.

She let out a soft moan as his tongue circled her clit. His fingers pressed slow circles into the muscle of her thighs, while his mouth worked her to completion. She let out a soft cry of his name as she came, body trembling against the sheets as she kissed his way back up her body, 

“I missed you, so fucking bad.” He whispered against her lips as he settled his body between her legs. 

“I missed you, too,” she breathed, her voice hitching as he pushed himself inside of her. Both of them letting out deep moans as they reconnected for the first time in months. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, taking him deeper. The pace was unhurried, something neither of them was used to.  But there was a sweet electricity to it, a current that built and built, her hips meeting his in slow thrusts that made her gasp. She watched his face, the way his eyes locked onto hers. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his voice rough with want. “Just you and me.” He muttered, leaning down to capture her lips again. 

He angled his hips, hitting deeper, and the sensation was so intense she almost came again, her breath catching in a whimper. She closed her eyes, letting the feeling wash over her, the heat and pressure of him moving inside her, a delicious tension winding tighter and tighter in her belly.

Her climax rushed at her, fierce and unexpected, and she was barely able to choke out his name before she came, clenching hard around him. He groaned, the sound long and low, and buried his face in her shoulder as she felt him spill into her.

They stayed like that for a long time, breathing raggedly, and their bodies tangled together. Eventually, he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. She settled on his chest, listening as his heartbeat slowed. 

Josh had closed his eyes, dozing off until Hazel spoke up. 

“If - If we’re going to do this.” She said softly into the dark room. “ I need you to delete her number.”

Josh immediately reached for his pants, which were on the floor. He unlocked his phone and went to his contacts. Hazel watched as he blocked Porsha’s number and then deleted the contact from his phone. 

“I mean what I said. I’m tired of the games, Hazel… I just want you, forever.” 

She curled against him and pressed her cheek to his chest. “Forever’s a long time,” Hazel whispered, her voice muffled against his skin.

“As long as I get to spend it with you.” 

Author's Note: Whew.. finally the final part. I hope you all enjoyed this lil mini series that was supposed to be a one-shot.

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MY TOP TEN THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS SHIPS!!!! 🎪

I was gonna do this on Valentine's, but let's just say Valentine's Day is also my two little sisters' birthday. So, I thought today would still be ok to post my top TADC ships. And why I ship them.

#10 Gloink Queen x The Fudge 🍬 🍫

LOOK!!!!!! I just like the idea, ok. I shipped these two the moment I saw the image of The Fudge and just went “What if Caine plays with his AIs like they were dolls. And he makes these two kiss for fun?” I'm just saying! Two giants in love is everything to me!

#9 Mean Jokes, Kaufmo x Jax 🤡 🐰

This one grew on me thanks to my buddy Gen Toon who also ships them. I really like the idea of Kaufmo possibly telling really dark jokes that Jax would love. Also, because he was supposed to be a character in the show that was similar to Ragatha so hey, opposite attract. My favorite dynamic! Also! Jax trusted Kaufmo with his bowling ball. You don't just trust anyone with your bowling ball!

#8 Pomni x Gangle 🎭🃏

Girl failure x girl failure equals soft girlfriends crying to each other. Two girls being soft and emotional with each other is just very cute in my head. And I love it! And Episode 4 definitely fed me what I wanted. I just like this ship.

#7 Ragatha x Gangle 🎭🎀

My original first tadc ship! It started with the idea of Gangle being a bow in Ragatha's hair if Ragatha ever lost her bow. Or tie around her waist when trying on new dresses. Like a corset. Gotta help your girlfriend look nice! That and just like with Pomni x Gangle, two soft girls crying to each other when the world gets too hard.

#6 Funny Gummy, Pomni x Gummygoo 🐊 🃏

Come on, who doesn't ship this. It's such angst and sweet potential. I enjoy the ship a lot because Gummygoo and Pomni have a lot of chemistry together. They were able to be open with each other in just a few moments in a way that feels natural. And I love it!

#5 Funny Bunny 🐰 🃏

So to the top 5. My favorite ships of the show. Funny Bunny is just funny. I like their dynamic in the latest advertisement in Japan. It's so cute and fun to see them bicker like an old married couple. It's basically my favorite trope, opposite attract. Jerk trying his best to make others suffer x anxious girl trying her best to help others. You gotta love it.

#4 Checkmate ♟️

I will only say a few words because I cry over this ship. My heart broke for this old married couple that deserve all the happiness the world has to offer. They would've made great parents to the entire circus gang. Soft dad x tough mother!!!!!

#3 Showtime 🎪 🃏

Started like most Showtimers. I felt uncomfortable with the ship at first until I saw a super cute comic with the two. About Caine and Pomni going out for a walk and Pomni tells Caine about what humans are like. She gets cold and Caine hands her his coat. The comic did give me a new view on the relationship. A version where Pomnu tells Caine everything about humans and what they like. And Caine doing everything in his power to make it come true to make her and the other humans happy. He'll make mistakes here and there because he is just an Ai, and Pomni would get frustrated but correct him. It's such a cute concept and has a lot of potential for comedy as well. Where Caine can misunderstand human sayings and make them literal and Pomni is just pulling at her hat trying to make him understand. Along with angst potential. Imagine Pomni choosing between leaving for the real world and staying with Caine after he worked so hard to make her and the others happy. It has great story potential! And I love it!!!! And again, opposites attract. Caine being the overly happy and naive man while Pomni is a realist and more serious.

#2 Abstragedy 🔺️🎭

I shipped this since episode 1. It has great potential! Soft girl x tough gender fluid soul. I also believe we should have more representation in romantic stories involving non binary and gender fluid people. Especially in media where kids are around. The Owl House did a great job putting in a non binary character in a romantic relationship with a woman. Something my little sisters understood on the spot. So having a gender fluid person x a woman is also a great opportunity to introduce a new couple to my sisters. I know it won't be canon but it be great to see people/kids ship them. I also love their dynamic since episode 1. Where Gangle was the only one worried for Zooble after she got kidnapped. Episode 3, just the way Zooble says “Gangle is too shy” to Caine is so tender. And the same in episode 4 where their relationship is just that, tender. So damn tender that it melts your hearts!!!! And again, I love opposites attract! Zooble is tough, outspoken, and not afraid to speak her mind while Gangle is very timid, sensitive and keeps to herself. Their relationships with Jax also reveals just that. Gangle lets herself get pushed around by Jax while Zooble doesn't hesitate to choke Jax on the spot for using her hand as a back scratcher. Love the dynamic!!!

#1 BunnyDoll 🎀🐰

So let it be known that I have a super personal attraction to this ship. It's the ship my little sister ships the most. She is a romantic and ships everything that moves but admires Bunny Doll the most. And the most I'll say is she's been in and out of the doctor's office/hospital for heart problems that can go south easily. So my connection with this ship can't ever be broken. And will always be #1 to me.

Along with this personal connection, I do have other reasons as well. Since the teaser clips with Jax tripping Ragatha, I knew I would ship them. The clear opposites attract dynamic here. Jax is a jerk, and Ragatha is a sweetheart. And love the scowl Ragatha gives to Jax in that teaser while Jax just smiles. The clear indication that these two are gonna have a lot of old married couple bickering. Episode 1 comes, and something that makes me laugh is how both Jax and Ragatha didn't care about Zooble being kidnapped. Jax just asks if they want to do something else, and Ragatha goes along with Jax on the idea. Love that because Ragatha is not the pure of heart she tries to be, and I'm sure in another universe, Jax loves that about her. Just trying to be a nice person, but he knows she isn't and wants to see that meaner side to her. Something to notice is how Ragatha and Jax seem to be the two leaders of the gang. Jax tells everyone what to do in episode 1. And Ragatha basically backs him up in his plan. Trying to be the emotional support for everyone. Guiding Pomni into the digital world mentally and emotionally.

Episode 2, same thing. They bicker around like an old married couple. Ragatha is trying to keep Pomni safe, and Jax just throws Pomni out of the truck. Gives off the vibe of the mother trying to teach her child to swim in a gentle way while the dad just drop kicks the kid in the deep end and yells “SWIM!!!!” And this is where I adore their relationship more where Ragatha seems worried for Pomni while Jax tries to knock sense into her that they are littery in a ditch of boiling chocolate and they should worry about themselves. A dynamic I love. Ragatha tries to be kind to others, and Jax is pulling her into thinking about herself for once.

Episode 3, it was all talking about husbands and wives. And the one scene where Ragatha gives Jax the look after Martha says they know how men are. It just gave off the vibe of wives talking about the stupid stuff their husband's do. Love it!

Episode 4 is where we get more as well. Ragatha hates Jax but doesn't want him to hate her, and Jax clearly lets that get to him. He most likely knows Ragatha isn't genuine in her kindness. And I like that. Angst potential.

In another universe, I would love to see Jax trying to poke more of her meanness out of her. Or trying to make her think for herself for once. This is my favorite type of opposites attract. One thinks for himself, builds walls, mean as a way to cope and never lets anyone step on him. But he needs to learn to be more vulnerable with others. The other is kind, very vulnerable, positive, but needs to learn how to be assertive and think for her own well being. One side has what the other needs. And if written well, can become a super healthy and romantic story.

♥️🧡💛💚💙💜♥️🧡💛💚💙💜♥️🧡💛💚💙💜

All in all, this is my top 10! I ship everything and anyone! It's very rare for me to not ship something. Hope you guys enjoyed my rambling!!! 💜💜💜💜💜

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Mula nakshatra

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Ruled by Kali, the destructive goddess bringing darkness to make one face their fears and limitations so they can grow into the best version of themselves. Or to make someone face the consequences of their wrong doings so they can face divine justice.

Mula natives grow in the darkness. Darkness is their territory and they made it their kingdom. They face many internal battles no one knows about. Fighting inner demons, inner restrictions or inner self or collective beliefs daily. Having a mula moon in a chart shows a mind full of chaotic energy that can be channeled only through self mastery and self control.

Mula is the epitome of female rage once its destructive energy is released. The same female rage that helped so many women free themselves of the chains of oppression crafted by patriarchy. The same female rage that created feminism and is fighting for women’s rights around the world.

When this energy is used correctly and mastered by the native, they become great advocates of women’s rights. They stand up for women, mothers, girls.

Rage and anger are powerful emotions that can make someone transformed themselves and become solid like a rock in the middle of a storm.

They also have great wisdom. They are Sagittarius after all. And who is more wise than a Sagittarius ruled by Jupiter the planet of wisdom, knowledge and expansion ? They can make great mentors once they master their inner self.

Mula natives gotta embrace the inner storms that rage inside of them and use the energy to transform themselves to become who they are supposed to be.

And who will they become ? They will tap into the next nakshatra energy. The conquering and victorious purva ashada nakshatra ruled by Venus (The commander in chief of the asuras).

Once I asked a mula dominant who was working in a higher position in a big company how they manage to handle people who are jealous of their work and try to sabotage them in the work place ? Because I saw how much of a hard working person they were and they did what it took to get there. They answered me « I don’t care ». And that’s exactly how mula natives are.

They don’t care about the outside influences. They only care about the inside influences (their close friends and family). As they should because it’s best for them to focus on themselves to grow. And they know the biggest storms in their life come from the inside so that’s where their focus is at all times.

Mula natives are powerful people ruled by both ketu and guru (Jupiter). Guru is the adviser and ketu is the army. The moves they make are always calculating and well thought of. Ketu ruled people are also quite versed in spirituality. Mula natives are the masters of it. Finally they rarely lose any confrontation and are fearless opponents.

This post wasn’t easy for me cause mula and Sagittarius energy is in my 7th house so it’s my subconscious mind that I needed to tap into but hopefully I know enough Sagittariuses who helped me tap into my inner strength and resilience just like they do daily.

If you resonate with this post, please feel free to like, comment or reblog it. Thank you for reading me 💜

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[ooftale]

This game, god I love this game

ok so Im copying and pasting the rant for the game from my Insta under the cut + the alt vers, PLEASE Im just expressing my love for the game in it but it's too late for me to rewrite the whole thing

I wish Tumblr would let me post with music like Insta,,, this is a zillion times better with the "Niko and the World Machine" song gah

God this game is a masterpiece though, OK if u wanna read more do it under here:

OKAY here's the rant!!

oh my god i fucking LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH. I SWEAR. I CANNOT FUCKING EXPRESS. MY LOVE. FOR THIS GAME. Almost a year has passed since my first One Shot Post (doesn't apply to Tumblr, last One Shot post here is more recent) and almost a year has passed since my first playthrough

It wasn't really a blind playthrough, iirc i already knew lots of stuff about the story, ending and even the solstice run itself, too, it was already part of my interests to an extent, but I didn't know or remembered the details, and experiencing it myself still felt like a fully blind Playthrough (gotta again thank my shitty memory too), and was it freaking beautiful,,, plus, i finished it around xmas time, which is like my fave period of the year, so!! I still remember i got a photo of the TV while I was playing, there were gorgeous purple lights, both from LEDs and both from the game, since it was becoming dark outside, with little xmas lights around,, gah this game holds such a special place in my heart, I don't think any other game captured my love as much as this one, SURE, Im a big lover of many MANY games, and this one isn't even the first indie rpg i ever got into (hello Undertale and deltarune), and while those are very special to me as they're some of my first interests, OneShot is just a whole another type of special, a special special if you will

And recently I've seen my friend play it blind for the first time, and as I was (Awesomely) backseating, I got to basically relive it, in a way, and I always get a little phase for it after reseeing content of it, so here I am, drawing one of my personal favorite portions of the game! Sorry for the unusual type of rant I did this time, but I just. Argh. This game, dammit

Also fun fact, so many things about this game, from the 2014 version, to songs, to imagery, to scenes, freak me so much out or make me feel so weird I feel like I need to puke

Gotta love it

[ayotofu]

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Enjoy!

yayayay!!!!!

48 for leverage/911

The man—Gerrard, according to his nametag and to the way that everyone looks like there’s a rotten fish under their noses—walks in front of them, steps slow and deliberate. He berates one firefighter with a dark brown moustache for not rolling the hoses fast enough and, in the same breath, badgers another man with a bruise-like birthmark for rolling them too fast. He implies that Chimney in particular ought to be more deferential and that their client, Hen Wilson, can only keep up with the men because she’s black.

Eliot has spent time under actual torture that was less painful than this.

Finally, Gerrard stops in front of Eliot. “So you’re the new recruit.”

Eliot says nothing, inclining his head just enough that the man knows he heard him.

“Logan Mars, eh? Joining us from such dangerous areas as Tulsa, Oklahoma. Tell me, how often did you get calls about escaped cattle?”

“Tulsa’s a city. No cows.”

“I’m sure. Well, things are a little different here. Little higher paced. So I demand quality from my men. That’s why they put me in charge here, see. This station needed shaping up, and I’m the man for the job.”

“Why do blowhards always have to tell you how great they are when you didn’t even ask?” Hardison says over the earpiece. Which Eliot had turned off, by the way. Hardison does that sometimes: turns his earpiece back on remotely just to make sure Eliot hears his little quips.

(At least, that’s what he said when Eliot asked him about it. It didn’t use to be something he could do remotely, though. Hardison only made the change a few months ago, when Eliot had turned his comm off before Hardison could warn him that he was walking into a trap. He made it out with three cracked ribs and a new version of the earbuds was waiting for him a week later.)

“Is that so?” Eliot says.

“It is.”

“You know, people who are good at their jobs don’t usually have to make a big production about it.” Eliot crossed his arms. “Sir.”

The firefighters to his left leaned over to stare at him in concert. The one with the birthmark looked thrilled, eyes bright and a smile dancing around his lips.

Gerrard’s face turns red, then purple, but he doesn’t quite yell when he speaks again. “Well, then, you can be an example. Go clean the bathrooms and do so silently. Your work should speak for itself, right?”

As he says so, the alarm sounds. Firefighters rush to the engine, but Gerrard holds a hand out to Eliot.

“You’re man behind today,” he says. “I wanna be able to eat off the bathroom floor when I’m back.”

“That is just nasty,” Hardison says. “Who does this man think he is?”

The firefighters give him sympathetic looks as they leave. Chimney even mouths sorry before climbing into the engine.

Once they leave, sirens blaring, Eliot drops his shoulders. “I know this isn’t our primary goal, but we better fuck this guy up, too.”

“Get me hooked up to his computer and I’ll steal all his data and give him a virus that plays non-stop gay porn.”

Eliot ran up the stairs to the Captain’s office. “Seriously?”

“And one that blares rap music. You know the man hates hip hop.”

--

and another 48 for breakdown fic

With the whirlwind around Maddie's kidnapping and injuries and Chimney's near death ("At least it wasn't rebar," Hen says, but she's crying, too), other things fall by the wayside.

Eddie gets it.

So he waits. He waits a full three days after Maddie gets out of the hospital, when Danny finally starts leaving her alone to go out to his favorite cafe to edit the latest episode of their podcast.

("I've always hated working at home," he told Eddie the one time he asked why he worked in cafes. "Now, though, I'm basically self-employed. I gotta take every chance I got to go out and see the world.")

The Bramble is nice enough, Eddie supposes as he steps inside. The bell over the door tinkles a greeting, the seating looks comfortable, with plenty of outlets. Potted plants are all over the place, bright green against the muted tones of the walls. Soft jazz pipes over the speakers, quiet enough not to be distracting.

It's expensive as shit, though. Six bucks for a medium coffee? Even for LA, that's ridiculous.

Danny's in the corner, headphones on, typing something on his computer. He doesn't look up as Eddie comes over, even as Eddie sits down across from him. It takes Eddie waving his hand in front of the screen for Danny to even notice he's there.

"Eddie?" Danny says with a frown, pulling off his headphones and tilting the screen of his laptop down. "Is—Is something wrong?"

"No, no. Well, kind of." Danny's frowned deepens and Eddie scrubs a hand down his face. "I mean, not something new or anything. And I'm not even here about the problem, but actually the solution, anyway."

Fuck, he sounds like Buck, stumbling all over his words like that.

"Okay… maybe start from the beginning."

Eddie takes a deep breath, and the bell over the door tinkles again. Eddie turns to look—it's a reflex, from years in the army, one he'll probably never be able to shake—and there's Bobby, scanning the cafe before spotting them both and ambling over.

"The coffee here is exorbitantly expensive," he says, sitting down next to Eddie.

"Yeah, but they have free refills, which is worth it if you're sitting here for ten hours editing a podcast." Danny looks between the two of them. "Uh, is this like… an intervention? Or something?"

"I suspect Eddie and I are here for the same reason," Bobby says. "Not for an intervention. Unless… you need one?"

"I don't think so?" Danny looks, if anything, more confused.

"Bobby, you don't need to be here," Eddie says. "I can do this."

"You are maybe the worst possible choice for this aside from Hen. You have a son—"

"You have Athena and the entire 118. Not to mention Buck!"

"Oh and you don't have Buck?"

"What are you two talking about?"

A man two tables over gives them a side eye. He sits like someone who's trying not to look like he's eavesdropping.

[shutit-haha]

Rocker Bakugo/Manager reader

Rocker Bakugo who everyone labels as cocky but you simply say arrogant. There's videos that have gone viral of you correcting people during interviews saying he's only like this because he knows what he can do. This is how you gain your popularity as his manager.

"Now you're quite cocky aren't you?" The grey haired man leans forward onto his desk.

"No, he's not." You speak up from where you sit next to Bakugo on the dark green sofa.

"But he is," the man corrects you.

"No, he's not." You've taken on a more stern tone, "anytime Katsuki has ever told me 'I don't need you to teach me' he goes and proves that in fact he doesn't need my assistance. He's very talented and has been since a surprisingly young age, do I wish he was nicer yes, every one does. He's arrogant only because he's aware of how talented he is." The interview was cut short after that, security escorting your crew out. This is how you accidently make your mark.

Rocker Bakugo who has a ton of groupies but doesn't really care. As his career starts to rocket, he appears more and more in public with hickeys on his shoulders and chest. At first there's speculation of it being from wild fan, however it's all from you. Gotta make your claim on your drummer boy.

Rocker Bakugo who sits you on his lap and tries to teach you how to play the drums. He wraps his hands around yours, has you pick your favorite song and the two of you learn it together. When ever he has free time (which includes the five minutes he has before showtime) he'll sit you down and have you practice.

"Let's see," he pulls you down onto him.

"I'm not there yet," you're all bashful and shy like the other fan girls. You're not really musically inclined, you dabble sure but negotiation's are your world.

"Yeah you are, come on play." He doesn't grab onto your hands this time, forcing you to play on your own.

"How was that," you're eager for his validation.

"Certified drummer baby, might take my job."

"Don't gaslight."

"'M not."

One day he pulls you on stage for an encore. He gets up from his stool, sits you down instead and has the whole band play your favorite song as a live concert.

Rocker Bakugo who plays dumb when you're talking about laws and contracts. You know full well he understands what you're talking about. When everything was young; your relationship, careers, and ages, the two of you went to get your degrees together.

He'd help you study and was one of the top of your class. You both walked the stage together. Fast forward and his degrees just sitting there in his studio while his eye candy of a manager takes care of everything for him.

"What's that," he ask interrupting you when you use a 'big legal word.'

"Katsuki," you whine.

"What? I'm fuckin' confused explain it to me."

"You understand, I know you understand."

"Brain's melted from all those guitar riffs love, nothing in here but music notes."

"Kat," you swat at him.

"Alright fine, like when that sexy voice of yours explains it to me."

"We're not in college anymore."

"Wasn't that long ago."

Rocker Bakugo who slays at guitar hero and has the drum version. When he's pissed he plays, you come home and find him just jamming the fuck out. He's broken the game once or twice it's a pain in the ass to pay. The damn rich boy even owns the arcade version, bakusquad comes over and plays it all the time.

Rocker Bakugo who has to have your validation. (We all know he has an inferiority complex.) Who gets off stage all sweaty and shit, has that smug ass grin on his face. Still without fail always finds you and is like "how'd I do?"

"Sexy as fuck."

"Yeah," he's breathing heavily in your neck. His arms are limp by his sides, muscles sore.

"Yeah," you push his hair out of his face.

Rocker Bakugo who had everyone convinced you were just some girl. You were always with him, even when recording most people kind of just assumed you were some accessory. You always love the reactions you get when you're introduced as his manager.

Rocker Bakugo who people assume doesn't actually love you. The two of you always appear standoff-ish and scary. However this is only because you're always on alert when the two of you are with new people. You're polite but that bubbly personality of yours completely fizzles away. You're his no bullshitting manager and nothing else during those times, all work mode. There's a rule about no PDA as a way to keep up your image and reputation.

It's such a huge contrast from how the two of you are on livestreams and what not.

Rocker Bakugo who low-key has a mommy/daddy kink, and loves your praise. You're unafraid of telling him when's messed up or needs to rehearse something again. And well your boyfriend's learned to swallow your critique. This means that when he does do something perfect the first time he expects you to hang it up on the fridge.

"Again," you're leaning up against the wall on the opposite side of the room. The darkness of the rest of the space makes you seem barely there, you're like a phantom.

"Again," he growls back at you. The rest of the group is watching with open eyes weary of what is going to happen next.

"Are your muscles cramping?"

"No."

"Are you hungry?"

"No," his voice gets louder.

"Thirsty?"

"No," and louder.

"Am I overworking you then?"

"no," and louder.

"Well then do you think you can play it right this time?" Your words make everyone in the room wince, except for your boyfriend. His jaws clenched biting the words he so desperately wants to shout.

"Yeah," he barks at you.

"Good," you lean back against the wall adjusting your shoulders for comfort. "Again."

Rocker Bakugo who fights with you sometimes. "What kind of contract is that," he snarls at you.

"Katsuki what you're asking me for doesn't exist."

"Then make it happen."

"It doesn't work like that, this is difficult."

"It always is."

"Oh don't give me that, you know damn well this is hard. Actually I bet you don't, I bet you haven't even looked at it." You scoff shaking your head, "you're bitching to me about something you know nothing about."

"Bullshit," he spats.

"Yeah ok."

"And what was that shit during practice," his hand is flat on your desk. Your study smells like him and you're not quite sure how you feel about that. It's like he's invaded your space.

"That shirt during practice was me trying to make you better."

"Yeah right," he sneers putting his other hand down on the desk.

"Not everyone's got it out for you Katsuki." You rise from your seat so that you may now stand behind your desk. "You know what Dyna-mighT I can just pack up and leave. I mean you wouldn't want to sleep next to a greedy traitor." You walk out from behind your desk, "you poor fucking cash cow," you glare at him. "I loved you before all of this, when we were broke fucking high school kids."

"Not true."

"Yeah because your mommy and daddy had money to back you up." You point to yourself, "I didn't have that though. I went out on a limb because I believed in you, I took a leap of faith because I trusted the net would appear. This," you bring your finger down onto your desk, "is my income. We don't have to love each other but I am not losing this job."

"Because you made me right, you made me want I am now." He's snarling at your back, you're only a couple steps away from the door.

You snort, "you made yourself. You're really fucking smart, and your gorgeous too but FUCK do you let your insecurity get in the way. And it's my fault for making your ego bigger, this wasn't all you. Go through those records and try and tell me I haven't done some crazy shit for you. Go through documents, interviews, concerts, post, look and compare old contracts."

"Bullshit, I know people that can do better."

"Than go find them," you wave him off.

"You're just a fucking manager-"

"And you're just a fucking cash cow," you slam the door behind you.

[mjrtaurus]

So regular Dragon already has some pretty big, angsty, (kinda unfairly put on the kid really), and complicated feelings about Koby in relation to Garp and his former place in the Marines and all that good stuff.

You gotta assume those feelings get times by a thousand EASY if we're talking Dark!Dragon because instead of Koby representing a past version of himself now he represents what Dragon should have been if the rot and ruin of the world didn’t get him first.

He’s kind, genuinely so too. His eyes were alight with life. His touches were gentle and met in kind. Dragon's parents doted on him, their every display of affection twisting the invisible knife. Dragon knew it wasn’t fair, the kid hadn't done a thing but be rescued by them but he hated it anyway. Why did he get to have an adolescence filled with family dinners and friendly sparring sessions and kisses good night when Dragon didn’t?

He felt like an ousted stranger and the fact that this kid was doing anything and everything to make him feel welcome and looking at him with awe rather than fear only made the acid in his throat sting a little more.

Koby has never felt the weight of sea prism stone around his throat, and Dragon is scarred and mute from it.

Koby has never felt chains around his wrists and ankles, and Dragon can barely handle anything touching them for the memories.

Koby is a gentle, charitable soul, and Dragon is something ragged and fighting for every scrap he has.

Koby is healthy and happy, and Dragon barely feels any of it anymore.

Koby is alive, and Dragon is dead.

He’s just… dead.

He’s too dead to move. Too dead to eat or drink. Too dead to sign or write. Too dead to feel.

Too dead to be their son.