#i need to write about this now hhhhh

[eurodyne-d]

FRIGHT NIGHT CITY DAY 4: // P O S S E S S I O N

[despairforme]

[teufelme]

You ever just want to talk about Bertl,

[grayskies2525]

Inevitable (male sneezing, contagion)

Just wanted to write something super self-indulgent with minimal plot.

CW: This fic includes detailed contagion! It’s gross and I spare no details — we’re talking snot strings and things of that nature. If you’re not into that, absolutely do NOT begin reading this or you’ll have a very unpleasant time. If you do, however, like contagion and messy sneezes, I hope you enjoy this 😊

Part one is just set up, but I plan to continue it with Evan spreading his germs everywhere (unintentionally).

Here are the links to all parts:

Part two Part Three Part Four

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Part One

It’s a sneeze — a single sneeze. A simple bodily function. There’s nothing intrinsically bad about a sneeze.

These words run through Evan’s mind as he picks at his cuticle while his eyes dart to the man across from him. The elevator’s been stuck for several minutes already and there’s an unease settling in Evan’s stomach as he looks at this man. They’d walked on together, smiling awkwardly the way two strangers tend to do. Then the man had immediately snapped forward in an uncovered sneeze. 

It’s probably allergies.

This is a rational thought to have, Evan thought. It is March. There’s definitely pollen in March. But then the elevator got stuck and the man started letting out chest rattling coughs. 

So he’s definitely sick. But maybe he’s not contagious? It could just be a lingering illness — one of those that hang on for weeks but are no longer as easily transmissible to other people. 

“I’m sor — heh — sorry — HHHH! I woke up with an awful c—hh heh! — cuuhhhh hh —  cold. HH hh hhhhh HH! I’ve been sneezing all  — heeh hehhhh — day,” the man says in a trembling voice before reaching up to rub his reddened, swollen nose. It makes a horribly audible squelching sound.

Evan reaches for strength somewhere deep within to will himself not to wince as he stares at the man. Evan has seen him around the college before, and is pretty sure he’s an instructor, though he doesn’t know the subject he teaches. He has dark skin, looks to be in his early-mid thirties and most notably — he’s tall; Evan would estimate him to be somewhere around 6’5. He has a nice build — muscles visible through his tight long sleeved shirt. His silver eyebrow piercing glints under the elevator’s dim lights. On any other day, Evan would find him to be attractive — exceptionally so. It’s clear, however, that Evan is not seeing this man at his best. 

“Oh, uh, it’s okay,” Evan says, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. He would rather this guy didn’t talk — that he didn’t do anything that could result in more droplets entering the air they’re sharing. Can talking spread droplets? He imagines they probably can.

“I thought it was allergies yesterday, but I woke up today and I —” He breaks off coughing, holding a fist out weakly. Evan can hear the phlegm rattling around in the man’s chest, and again he has to suppress a wince.

“Sounds rough,” Evan says, giving a strained smile as he taps his fingers against his thigh. This elevator usually only stays stuck for a few minutes. He can last a few minutes without catching something off this man, surely. Maybe the germs from that first uncovered sneeze won't take.

“I probably shouldn’t have come in today,” the man says, shooting Evan a smile that would probably be charming if it weren’t for how tired it looks. “But I didn’t realize how bad this bug was going to be. I don’t think I’ve ever sneezed so much in my life,” he says, sniffling thickly. “And my nose is running non-stop. It’s a faucet. I’m not exaggerating —I’ve gone through an entire box of tissues already.”

With these words, Evan finds himself suddenly regretting his choice to go back to school for a second Bachelor’s. Yes, his creative writing degree has been practically useless for the six years he’s had it, and yes, he does want to pursue psychology and therefore needs to continue his education. But, right now, that all seems unimportant as he looks at the sniffling man, whose breaths are beginning to hitch again.

Maybe the sneezes are stuck? Like this damn elevator. Please, please, please stay stuck until I can get off this thing, he thinks to himself while digging his nails into his palm. 

“I hate this elevator,” the man says, giving a nervous chuckle. Evan suppresses a groan as he realizes this man is clearly one of those people who are incapable of sitting —or in this case standing — in silence.  “Breaks down almost every day. I don’t even know why I risk taking it, anymore,” he says, giving another thick, slurpy sniffle. By the way the man scrunches his nose and closes his eyes, Evan suspects the sniffle produced a particularly intense tickle.

“Yeah, I get stuck on it probably once a week,” Evan says, giving another strained smile. 

“You’d think someone would do something about — heehhh —” The man trails off, his eyelids fluttering.

Evan can see the man’s glistening nostrils begin to flare. 

“Do you — do you happen to have a ti — hih — tihih — tihiiiihhhissue?” the man asks, his voice shaking.

“A tissue? Sorry, wish I did, but no,” Evan says.

He truly does wish he had a tissue because this man’s going to sneeze. Not only is this man going to sneeze, it’s going to be a messy sneeze. Rarely does Evan know something with such certainty, but this is one of those times. This man’s sniffles aren’t the soft kind that can be taken care of with a soft blow. They’re desperate sniffles — the “holding back an entire tide of mucus” type.

It will be fine as long as this elevator starts up soon. He needs it to start back up soon, then he can walk off and go home and everything will be fine and — 

“HhH—hHRGG’sschhHHHHEEW!!!”

Evan closes his eyes and holds his breath. He slowly opens his eyes, reluctant to see the inevitable aftermath of the absurdly loud and forceful sounding sneeze. Evan’s shoulders relax, though, as he sees the man lower his arm. He’d clearly managed to cover. There’s an obvious wet spot on the man’s sleeve, but still, it was contained. Evan lets himself breathe. That first, uncovered sneeze when they’d walked in must have been a fluke. This man is clearly polite and understands the value of keeping germs to himself.

Evan allows himself to smile sympathetically as he looks at the man and gives a polite “bless you.”

“Thanks,” the man says with another tired smile and thick sniffle. “Like I said — all day. I don’t think I’ve ever been sick like this. It’s just sneeze after sneeze. I’m sure my students must have been tired of blessing me. I can’t wait to just go home and sleep this thing off. If only this elevator would HH’REEHH’TSHOOO! HRR AHHHH-T’SHOOOO!”

Evan remembers seeing something on the news once about the amount of distance a sneeze can travel and how many droplets a single sneeze can potentially contain. It was something like 20 feet and thirty-thousand droplets. While this was distressing information, it hadn’t exactly been believable to Evan. People sneeze all the time.  He sneezes everyday and it certainly doesn’t seem like sneezes can be that powerful. So, he’d frowned at the information, but ultimately moved on, mostly forgetting it. 

This information now, however, crawls along back to the surface of Evan’s mind as the stranger blasts him with sneezes that can only be described as soaking wet. 

They erupted from the man with absolutely no warning and through the harsh lighting of the elevator, Evan can nearly see each and every droplet — some fine, some large and clearly mixed with thick mucus. With only six feet between them — at best — Evan can now believe without any doubt that sneezes can, indeed, contain thirty-thousand droplets. 

And he’s just been hit with two sneezes full of them — entirely unrestrained. 

Evan wants to wipe himself off, but he doesn’t know how. Every exposed part of him has been doused in infectious spray — his neck, his hands, his face…. He decides he can at least wipe off his lips, so he finds a dry spot of his hand before bringing it up to his mouth.

The man’s head is still bent forward, which seems to be a poor decision because his nose is dripping terribly. Evan watches in something of a morbid type of fascination as the droplets hit the elevator floor before the stranger gives a thick sniff and looks back up at Evan.

“I’m so sorry,” he says, his expression looking genuinely apologetic, though there’s also something about it that’s decidedly sneezy. His nostrils begin to flare again, but this time he brings a hand up before snapping forward.

“HrrRIIHHHGG’shuuuhhhh! HRR’EHHHTSHOOOO! IhhGT’SHOOOOO! MPFFX’TSHOOOO!”

Evan grimaces as the contents of the man’s nose pour out into the man’s hand in thick, visible strings. To the guy’s credit, he does try to contain it, but the sheer amount makes it impossible. He presses his hand firmly against his nose, but Evan can see moisture seeping through the cracks of his fingers. Evan is certain he's never come close to seeing someone lose control of the contents of their nose in such a dramatic way. Usually adults have a handle on containing the more unpleasant aspects head colds usually bring, but clearly this specific virus is a special case. 

Evan averts his eyes because the situation is gross beyond description, but also, this must be the most mortifying moment of this stranger’s life and he doesn’t need someone staring at him.

Evan feels his own cheeks heat in embarrassment for the man.

Mostly, though, Evan is consumed by apprehension. There’s no possible way he can expect his body to fend off the innumerable germs that are surely trying to invade him right at this moment. Even if it could fight off some of them, there’s far too many to hope he can escape them all.

Evan is surprised to find a sort of peace in accepting this as fact. There’s nothing to be done now. He is coated in germ-infested spray, so he’s going to get sick. In the same way he can’t change how tall he is, he also can’t change this. In a few days time, he’s going to come down with this absolutely monstrous looking cold because it’s as inevitable as the sun rising in the morning.

Part 2

[dandysworld-meh-imagines]

Hi I was hoping you could write twisted shelly x reader headcanons please

Twisted Shelly X Reader Headcanons!

Hhhhh, I love Shelly and her twisted form so muchhhh!! Here you go, dear! Thank you for requesting!! <3

-Anna

-You still remember how close you were with Shelly. You guys would do anything together, day after day. Whether it would be reading dinosaur facts together or talking about them or even anything! Whether another toon saw you alone, they would ask about you and also Shelly since they could see how close to her you are. You two were tied to the hip almost always. You just loved to be around her, no matter how your personality was, Shelly always made it so so comfortable to be with her, she understood you so well, after all, she was your girlfriend!

-So when you two had to separate to do machines faster, she managed to get caught by a twisted. She looked at you one last time before telling you to get to the elevator, stay safe for her.. she loves you so so much. Even though she said it with a lot of pain and tears in her eyes, she gave you one last smile before being dragged away. That image terrified you and you could remember every single thing about it to this day. The others couldn't even get you to talk because you were speechless and traumatized. You don't remember that much but you always stayed at Shelly's room afterwards.

-You even kept wearing her clothes because they had her scent on them, especially her red dino costume, you had a different colored one but you thought that red would suit her. You two always cuddled or even slept together as you held each other close, the costumes were that comfortable to wear! No one needs to question about why you are wearing her dino clothes as they can see just how hard it is for you. You continued pushing forward, though you were doing machines slower.. you were more clumsy than normal and slow too..

-Your eyes widened at the sound of a growl in the background, you finally felt more fully awake and nervously looked behind you.. nothing yet. Your eyes fell back on the wheel you were spinning and started extracting faster and faster. Though a big shadow and a low growl made you flinch as you remaining as still as possible. You felt a hot breath on your ear followed by some soft yet shaky sniffing though hearing a failed skillcheck caused the twisted to run away fast towards that location with a growl, you didn't DARE to move, too terrified. Suddenly, flashbacks of Shelly being dragged away filled your mind and you started to feel more and more fear and alert now..

-You hoped that poor toon on your team managed to get away quickly enough as you continued to make your way deeper into the floor for more machines. You were about to walk through a door before you finally saw.. her. Shelly. She was bigger and looked different, her bottom body pretty much unrecognizable. A short huff was heard from her as she turned so damn fast around to look down at you, those intense eyes with that twisted smile scared you so well. It brought too much fear in you as you fell back on the floor and watched as she got closer, leaving ichor steps behind. Yep.. this is it, isn't it? What a tragic ending, getting killed by your twisted lover despite missing her terribly for so long.

-She leaned so close to your face you couldn't help but sob, startling her and making her lean back a little, still looking at your every move. She looked like she struggling to hold her head up and used her arms to keep herself up. Well.. her torso was literally bones and ichor, after all. She tilted her head before her eyes looked at you wearing her red dino costume and that's when her smile dropped. She made a soft sound as she looked at you and her pupils became bigger. Well, it still had that creepy red in the middle but she looked more.. soft now. You looked at her as you remained speechless, holding your breath when you saw that she got closer to sniff your face and costume. Shelly then made a kinda loud rawr sound as she smiled again, instead of the creepy twisted smile, it was a more.. warmer one. You could see her tail wagging fast as she leaned up again, looking down on you like a big puppy ready to play.

-Reach your hand out and she'll analyze it before attempting to sit on the floor down and nuzzle your hand. You don't even need to do anything to move your hand, because Shelly will nuzzle it like a cat who hasn't seen their human in hours. She closed her eyes as she continued to snuggle against your hand, purring and making long soft sounds, her smile more warm and soft. Her tail still wagging. You could feel the gentle vibrations coming from her and even hear them loud and clear. If you attempt to take your hand away, she might grab onto it with her own hands though not really as hard. Stroke her head and she will retreat her arms close to her chest as her tail wags hard. Leave a kiss and her smile will widen, she's so happy!

-Hug her and she will hold you extremely close to her, you don't mind ichor on you, right? Right?? Brace yourself because she won't be letting go for a long time. She rests her chin on top of your head while you can hear the gentle vibrations way more now. If she presses her lips against your own or anywhere on you, it's a bit rough as she is kinda struggling to control her strength but you don't mind it that much, just be careful of her more sharp teeth now! They were sharp before but not like this. You also don't mind her licking you with lots of affection and love, right? Right?? She might even nimble on you and leave small wounds sometimes, though she makes sure to lick the wound clean as much as she can.. even if she leaves ichor behind.

-Normally when she hears someone else, she would pick you up and book it, going somewhere privately with you. Though since she struggles to keep her head high, she can only carry you for a little but gosh is she fast! It's actually scary how fast she can run and how much strength her ichor legs have. She wants to avoid the other toons because she doesn't want to lose control and attack them and because she is afraid that they'll take you away from her, since she is a twisted. She wants to talk to you so badly again but only growls and other dinosaur sounds will come out of her. Well.. at least she has you close to her side again! Even if she's like this..

-She will remain quiet and kinda upset when she hears the elevator timer start so please make sure to come back and visit her again.. she really really missed you, after all! Please bring back the dinosaur books and everything you can.. even if she can't really keep them close to her because she has a lot of ichor on her, you will hold onto them for her, right? Bring anything you can.. she deeply misses everything she did together with you.. and don't hesitate because you are worried for her! Go to the elevator! She will headbutt you gently so you get the message and then run away, not before looking back at you one last time. She deeply wishes she could go with you again.. but she is a twisted. Though know that she thinks about you all the time and loves you so much, eagerly waiting for your next visit.

Thank you for reading! <3

[lingulaca]

Whisper of Pleasure

Prince Jacaerys finds himself enamored with an angel after she helps him relieve all of his stress left behind from the living world.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ pairing - jacaerys velaryon x dara (an oc)

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ word count - 1,665

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ includes/warnings - jace getting his first blowjob, light light super light angst like it's barely sad, fluffy smut

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ author's note - jacela not being endgame literally hurts my soul so don't mind the mentions of baela i need them to be together for eternity. my first hotd smut im not used to writing dialogue like this hhhhh

The Prince rose from what could only be described as a hallucinogenic half-slumber. One moment, he swore he and his consciousness had disappeared entirely and the next, he found himself on some sort of fluffy surface with a beautiful lady in front of him. He gasped, air rushing into his lungs for a moment. "Who... are you?" He started to feel dizzy, but in a good way. "I'm Dara," The grinning lady announced. "and you're Jacaerys." Jace blinked. He had half a mind to ask her where she got this information, but after observing his surroundings he ultimately determines that he's died and went to the heavens. 'Baela,' he thinks, 'I've left her all alone...'

"It's okay," Dara starts. "She'll be here with you soon. Or, um, one day I mean..." Jace shook his head as he sat up, noticing all of his physical pain was gone and he was given new clean clothes. He'd read about the heavens as a child, and prayed to the Gods more times than was probably necessary for his brothers but he never imagined the space to be so... comforting. A selfish thought makes its way to his brain, though he does not mean for it to. "She will marry someone else." He means it as a question, it comes out as a statement. "She won't, her heart won't let her. She loves you a lot." The angel, Dara, grabbed hold of both of his hands. She pauses for a moment. "You're Baela's soulmate and she misses you greatly." Jacaerys allows his fingers to intertwine with the angel's. If he'll be here forever he might as well stop being sad and enjoy his time, right? The sentiment isn't enough to stop the immediate flow of tears. He's left all his strength on Earth, he supposes.

Dara holds him closely, her body naturally molding to his. She doesn't think of herself as the calming or soothing type so she chooses to say nothing, hoping her actions are enough. Her efforts do not go unnoticed when Jacaerys' hands wrap tightly around her waist. "I miss my mother. A- and Baela... I don't want her to marry another." He sniffles, thinking of how crushed Rhaenyra will be to learn she's lost yet another son. Dara can tell he's been holding back for quite a while. During his living years, he only allowed himself to cry in front of Baela. Bottled up emotions would overflow, causing him to routinely end up sobbing late at night as she cuddled him in her chambers. "I know." Dara feels Jacaerys' hands grip her even tighter. If angels were capable of pain, it would hurt a whole lot. When he finally looks up at her, doing so as if she were the one component necessary to fix him, his eyes are red and his lip trembles. She kisses his forehead while combing through his hair with her fingers. "Everything will be alright in the end." Her protective embrace is the first good thing he's felt in a while. Ease washes over him. "You really think so...?" Dara's smile returns at Jacaerys' stuttered inquiry. "I know so."

🕊️

Jacaerys lies down on the soft, barely-there clouds upon Dara's request. She figured he wasn't quite ready to be met by all of his relatives just yet so the two were now on Mother's Layer, by far the quietest and least hectic of all the heavens. Children were having quiet time, most choosing to lay near Mother herself as she read to them. "This is where I stay," Dara got comfortable next to the Prince. "Thank you... for all this." Jacaerys felt silly thanking an angel, after all helping humans adjust to the afterlife was simply one of her many tasks. She kissed him again, this time directly on the head. Jacaerys felt his face heat up. He was never truly able to let his guard down this much when he was alive. Nights with his betrothed ended with sex more often than not, though neither of them could fully enjoy it beyond the physical aspect on account of the responsibilities weighing on both of their minds.

"You're... very lovely." He mutters. "The lovely one is you, my child." She replies. Being called a 'child' by a heavenly being who looked no more than a year under him in age made him chuckle. Dara is suddenly close, right next to Jacaerys. "I can't be as lovely as you, I..." He stops, his cheeks heating up at the mere thought of what he was about to admit. "I know." Dara places her hand in his, her warmth making him tingle internally. "I know you've sinned. All humans have." Jace sighs and clears his throat awkwardly. "I didn't mean to." He feels the need to prove himself, be more holy in the presence of someone so perfect. "It's okay... you seem tense." She observes quietly. Tense doesn't begin to describe it. At first, Jacaerys thought he could overcome his lust, thinking that perhaps such feelings went away in the heavens. Even so, looking away from Dara's angelic unclothed body and instead directing his focus to her face didn't help him any. Her eyes, colored like the moon and just as captivating, stared into his soul as if she could tell what he was planning on saying before he could. He wanted to hold her, to have her all to himself forever. He wanted to be greedy for the first time in his life.

"Jace?" Dara smirked. Since she could, in fact, read the Prince's, no, her Prince's mind she knew of his true unspoken feelings. He snaps out of it and stops making eyes at her. "Sorry..." His expression is equal parts cheeky and embarrassed. Dara giggles, standing up and turning away. "Come," Jacaerys, curious as ever, obeys her command and follows her to a large room. It had no ceiling, so Jace could look up to see more clouds and the occasional angel flying high up above.

Dara had an unconventional method of relaxation in mind, one that she was sure would work. She'd heard of it first from Father, who was swiftly quieted by Mother for mentioning such concepts within earshot of her "innocent angels", as she so lovingly called them. Dara wanted to be the best angel she could be, rising above her siblings and hoarding all of Mother's praise and affection for herself, so she couldn't possibly be doing anything bad. Additionally, she had a desire to take care of Jacaerys, which included caring for his needs as well. 'Mother knows my heart.' She told herself, 'She won't care if I indulge just a little this once.'

"Jacaerys?" She called out. He was sitting across from her bed as he observed her belongings with a look of awe on his face, being careful not to touch any of the items she had packed into the golden-red box. "Yes?" He answered, not moving from his spot. He was entranced by the glimmer of a purple harp that was placed under her bed. "I think I know what would make you feel better." "Hm?" Jace wondered what tricks Dara had up her sleeve. "You could say no if you want, but —" "Why would I say no?" Jacaerys wasn't suspicious at all of the angel's intentions. Dara takes this as a sign and sits in front of him, their knees touching in an effortlessly intimate way. She then, after waiting a moment for Jace to actually look at her even through his nervousness, pushes him down gently so he lays on the carpet.

"Dara...? What's this?" Dara's hands started at Jace's shoulders and then trailed down. She shushed him, her right hand resting on his bulge. His eyes widened. "Dara!" He whisper-shouted, sitting up a bit now so that he was leaning against the wall. Dara could only smile, feigning innocence. The two exchanged curious expressions, a minute's silence is taken before Jacaerys decides to let Dara work her godly magic. In an instant, his pants are tugged down to his knees, exposing his obvious hardness, which Dara gazes at with much interest. "Wow." Hesitantly, she takes just the tip into her mouth at first. "Mmm..." She hums, lips wrapped around Jacaerys' cock. The taste is sweet in a way and unlike anything she's ever had before. Carefully, she lets the rest of his cock slip past her lips. It twitches in her mouth as her tongue glides up the side of it. Jace's whole body starts to feel hot, hands grasping at the soft surface below to keep himself grounded. "Dara - Dara, I..." He inhales sharply, cursing himself for almost finishing so soon.

Dara handles her Prince with feathery softness, her warm and wet inviting mouth enveloping his cock each time she moves her head down. Jacaerys' noises fill the room, ranging from gasps to proper whimpers and moans. "Dara, angel, I can't..." A delicious ache once thought to be unachievable forms deep inside him. He feels lightheaded, but not in a bad way, he feels all of his troubles being lifted away and cast aside with every nudge of his tip to the back of his angel's throat. He moans her name one last time when releasing in her mouth, her fingers digging firmly into his thighs.

Dara stays still for about three seconds as to not spill any of the thick, sticky liquid before coming up for air at last. Her tongue swirls around in her mouth to savor the foreign taste. She hums, sitting up next to Jacaerys who looks her up and down with half-lidded eyes. He's completely amazed, feeling like he's just entered two new worlds in one day, one literally and one figuratively.

"I can never repay you." Dara fully digests Jace's words while watching him fumble to stuff himself back in his trousers. "You don't have to..." She kisses her Prince on his lips sweetly, making him taste himself.

[directdogman]

ANOTHER quick thank you and an update on Dialtown in early 2024!!!

Hey, so, since I already made a very sappy thank you post very recently (foolishly not anticipating I'd have reason to write another so soon HHHHH), I'll largely try to stick to the topic of what's to come for this one, essential thank yous aside.

So, the two newest dialtown merch campaigns ended last night and the GITD randy plush hit 1038 sales & the pins hit 590. Wow.

To say that I didn't expect to sell 1628 units of Dialtown merch in the last 30 days is putting it mildly. DT game sales have also been really good during this Steam Winter Sale, selling over 100 copies per day consistently for the last few days. I'm absolutely FLOORED by the output of support this community has given DT (and me) as of late and for that, I must say thanks again.

Admittedly, I feel a lil bad that I'm not much further along in developing the Roger route DLC, as I teased it so long ago. This year has been somewhat privately turbulent and I did not anticipate I'd need to move places TWICE during the year, back when I confidently stated that Roger's route would drop by the end of 2023.

But, I'm committed to bringing you guys the content that you wanna see most in 2024 & will be making a big push in early 2024 to get the DLC ready, with at least another teaser in the early new year before the next campaign starts. I will get things back on schedule. As amazing as all this high quality DT merch is, I haven't forgotten that I'm a developer first and foremost, and new DT content, I shall bring in the new year - now that I have a reliable space to work in again.

To those who bought, posted about, drew fanart of and otherwise promoted the new DT merch releases... Thank you SO, so much. It helps keep the lights on, believe me. I'll be very busy this coming month, as DT's 2 year anniversary is just a month and a half away, and with it, the launch of a Phonegingi plush and more pins (you guys are free to speculate who'll be depicted in the next set :))

I'm mentioning these now so the dual-releases don't annihilate your unsuspecting wallets, heh heh (as two dual launches in a row without warning could be a tad cruel, otherwise.)

So, to circle back, thank you all again. And ofc, in particular, to my dear friend and valued collaborator, @uvfozz, who designs the DT plushies/pins and to the eternally supportive and diligent minds over at Makeship who are always a pleasure to collaborate with (and to whom I will send my direct thanks once everyone's back from Christmas break in the new year!)

2024 is gonna be a really busy year for DT with a lot on the horizon. I'll keep you guys posted in all things I do, but again, thanks. For everything. I'm very excited to see what 2024'll bring for Dialtown. Thanks, everyone! :)

[cattewife]

@cherryhazze encouraged me to be brave and go ahead and post this so HERE.

is catte's entire m/xtx snz headcanon notes! including t/gcf, s/vsss, and m/dzs mains.

these are not complete and only partially cleaned up from my personal notes draft, fair warning! [non-snz/kink blogs pls do not interact, ty!]

whiterobes all ended up with the fetish. this was not entirely on purpose it just aligned with my vibes i had no control here and just LOVE when one of a couple have the kink....

kink alignments:

xie lian: caretaking kink.  likes to watch hc out of control and suffering.   doesn't know it (didn't know he was into this at all!!) but would be more on the sickies side of the kink (even tho i'm mostly writing allergies bc this is For Me). mostly here to provide (tissues medicine support).  gets nothing out of his own sneezing. 

shen qingqiu: full internet gremlin kinkster.  more into allergies (slight contagion squick). wants lbh to make a mess of himself. wants lbh to make a mess of HIM.  wants to get railed while EXPERIENCING uncontrollable allergic reaction.  most likely to do really gross stuff with mess.

lan wangji: likes to watch wwx suffer (full stop) (no caretaking) (only aftercare). inducer. tells him to hold it a lot.  always known he had a weird interest in this but assumed (of course) he was a freak.  highest key voyeuristic about this (partially due to cloud recesses study era lol). hates himself sneezing.

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redblacks ~sensitivities~ alignments:

hua cheng:  specifically weak to ghost repelling type energies (obv) but also secretly kind of sneezy in general (when alive).   [modern au (/living hong-er somewhat) notes: allergic to spring, autumn, most furry animals, incense. lesser extent dust/summer.]  groups of five sneezes usually.  holdbacks (uselessly) like it's an olympic sport. -> "ahH! hah-ah-aHH! ISSCHhuh!! hIIESSCHH!! hh- hh-- ehh!? hIH'tSCHHiew!! ha-aH'ESXCHh!'IHDSCHhh!!!"

luo binghe: demon repelling plants and incense, etc.  noted back when he was a disciple as well- before cultivation made him less susceptible to those kind of maladies.  generally has to have his cultivation reduced in some way to exhibit symptoms now.  not very sensitive other than to that category but makes up for it with willingness to keep problem plants around for play on purpose.  groups of three sneezes but often chained for more.  LOTS of dramatic buildup.

(sqq aside: sy was not particularly allergic to anything (singles mostly, which does almost nothing for him), sj was desperately allergic to dust with slight smoke/pollen/fur sensitivities.  repressed faultily thru cultivation such that he is desperately sneezy whenever triggered but almost fully unable to actually sneeze.  when he does it is endless (10+) kitten sneeze chains.) -> "ishh-ischh-itschh-tshh-tshH-hiSHh-iSHh-isshh-'sch!! hhhHH! ih'tzsch! kshh-kssh-isSHh-iSCHh-'schh--" etc

wei wuxian:  allergic to certain kinds of pollen over others.  also dust (cql basically made it canon, i don't make the rules!)  very shameless. since coming back as mo xuanyu, a LOT more sensitive to scent, so perfumes and certain incenses can set him off. also now hilariously sensitive to dry spices actually (& allergic to the bunnies, look, i need it).  double-sneezes.  little buildup if he's not holding back/being induced very specifically.  -> "itchiew-- hIH'tchoo! ih'tsschu-hETCH!'schiew!!"

these are all very self-indulgent ahah i'm blushin (/▽＼) (don't hold me to any of these snz sounds LMAO i'm working!! lbh doesn't get a defined snz because my original writings had him and hc being very similar in sound with minor distinctions but then i got out of control writing too much about hc and lost track of the differences so now i am.... buffering on lbh.)

[berrypass-de-murdler]

S-47 The Chessboxing World Championship

The writing shall continue!

Drawing too, but when I get home

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Logico is so excited about this revelation, he decides to give himself a treat - a live chessboxing match! Even though he now has pain in his heart, the smell of sweat filling the air and the scathing roars from hangry fans bring him a sense of peace. He feels longing for his old Serpent form, but then again, it probably needed to die.

He stumbles across the contestants preparing, and unfortunately, they aren’t new faces.

BLAZE: Is that fucking Logico? GOLD: WHEYYHHLLEH… whoozadunnit. LOGICO: All right… I don’t… want to hear about it. BLAZE: Good thing you’re here.

That catches him off-guard. But then he realizes why she said that.

LOGICO: AUUGHH

(If you’re wondering, it was because a dead human is on the premises.)

Logico feels guilty about his departure from college being so sudden, and he decides it’s only fair to reconnect with the person he recognizes. She’s hitting and kicking her punching bag violently.

LOGICO: So… Blaze. How is… everything? With your career and such… this is your career, right? BLAZE: Don’t care about talking to you, little man. Just ‘cause we went to school together doesn’t mean we’re friends.

Logico almost notes that they battled multiple times, but then he realizes he still can’t give up his identity as the Serpent or he’ll be ridiculed. But that’s not what hurts. Logico had no friends throughout all of college. But that will change once he’s in Hollywood. Everyone loves a Hollywood star.

Fighting back memories, Logico approaches the coach doing push-ups.

TIGER: GIT- hhhhh… GIT- hhhhh… LOGICO: Excuse me. TIGER: AAAAUAUUUUGH!! OH!! I didn’t see ya there… lil’... fella!  LOGICO: No one in the history of the world will call me little fella, but I have more important things to ask. What do you know about the… MURDER? TIGER: Oh, that. Let’s see, whelp, all I know is that that mega-girl contestant there is like a QUEEN. And above that, she brought a weird package that I can’t fer the life of me open.

Champion Gold looks different then he did when he fought in Deduction College. He was already way older than everyone else, but now he looks ancient. Plus, he’s panting and wheezing.

LOGICO: Gold! Our dear champion. Who could forget your legendary battle against the Serpent!... I mean… how are you doing this fine murder. GOLD: [swings fists] I DON’T WANNA DEAL WITH THE LIKES’A YOU LIL’ WHIPPERSNAPPER! I GET THE GOLD!! GOLD MEDAL. GOLD IN THESE HILLS…

He nearly collapses.

TIGER: Gold, bud, I hate to say it, but you really should consider retirin’. GOLD: NONSENSE YA BUFFOON. I’M FIT AS A GOLD HILL. …wattah!...

The coach tends to the old lizard and Logico storms off to suspect #4. 

PLANT MAN: And who might you be, my miniature gentleman.

Every suspect in this episode has called Logico small, and it’s driven him off the edge.

LOGICO: OKAY, YOU LISTEN HERE! I AM NOT SMALL, OR LITTLE, OR MINIATURE! I AM A NORMAL MAN! 

The plant man looks sad! Logico feels really guilty.

LOGICO: I… I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean that. 

He shakes his head. This is the cost of having no friends. 

I wish I had gotten your name.

I wish I…

His heart begins to harden. He doesn’t need this dumb kid. He needs Hollywood.

LOGICO: It was that one with a chess book on the rooftop lounge. PLANT MAN: …Oh. Well, yes! I did it to impress you. LOGICO: . . . w h a t. PLANT MAN: I had to use a lot of logic to execute it perfectly!

The magnifying glass man’s head begins to throb, having that word thrown against him yet again.

LOGICO: I don’t even need real logic! I’m just going to PLAY a detective!!

He runs off.

The end! 

Remember, it's also Logico's villain origin story

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

help me with my life here!

[puddlesl1me]

ohohohoho im so awful. im actually so awful.

so not only can i fail to comfort someone by spreading misinformation, but i also spread misinformation. and then i probably didnt fix it either because i cant even do that right.

and now im getting all upset at myself about this, and i cant be doing that because i need to help someone. and i cant be feeling bad about myself while doing that thats awful of me.

and i know that im feeling this way and i cant stop it because again awful. and i want to die because i made a mistake then i go preaching that "mistakes arent the end of the world" blah blah blah and im just awful. i cant follow my own advice. i cant recognize when im right and wrong. i cant do anything about my problems.

and now i switch between tabs, between hating myself and helping it out, because i cant keep my emotions in check like some kind of... idk. loser. i cant think of a better insult right now. sorry.

oh and now im apologizing for not being able to hate myself enough. how great. how fantastic.

ohoho, and i cant even comfort someone correctly, can i? i cant remember basic information about someone i care about, can i? and of course i have to keep writing this post out because "by change if i dont scream into the void for a single person to see, well, maybe ill just get rid of myself!"

oh yeah of course thats part of it isnt it? that i want to die. that im so awful that i want to die, that theres nothing left for me, because i made a simple mistake. and i know that its just a simple mistake. i know that theres no consequence for this. and yet i still feel like this because im useless and a waste and selfish and awfulawfulawfulawfulawful

of course i take and take and take and cant give anything meaningful becaues i cant even help someone out when theyre at their worse. of course i have to make a post to steal the spotlight later, so then theyll feel bad about feeling bad. hhhhh hhh i

hhohno -oop nvm guess i cant break down quite yet. why? oh well, im still downstairs with my parents! cant tell anyone about my breakdowns, now can i?

and besides, im preoccupied with helping someone out! or rather, not helping someone out, because im an AWFUL PERSON WHO CANT DO ANYTHING RIGHT

ooh change im. hhhhhhh.

nope! breakdown cancelled again, im failing at helping someone!

how nice is that, to just be able to cancel a breakdown because i have obligations! if only i could have obligations all the time! oh wait, i do, and its called i ignore everything in my life because im awfulawfulawfulawfulawfulawful i cant live i shouldnt live i need to die

NO

i cant die, of course i cant! my partner would kill itself! and i cant be the cause of my partners death because that would make me the worse person alive. i cant have these feelings! i cant share them-

NO

i. hhhhhhh. savemesavemesavemesavemesavemesaveme

nope! they havent responded yet! looks like you still have some time to break down! or, yknow, you can keep checking if theyve responded or not, trying to get any sort of hope in your life that you can be saved.

you cant :) its useless~! nothing can save you, and youre wasting your time. the only reason youre alive right now is your partner, and of course you cant be saying that to them~ thats manipulating them! do you really want to be that awful?

nno

yeah. i didnt think so!

oooo must have really messed up now! now they wont even respond! how spectacular! you blinding idiot. you actual sack of crab nuts. you dont deserve to live. jump off the bridge. do it.

do. it.

oh, but of course you wont. because youre useless. because you cant even do that right, can you. you actually dont matter. youre nothing. you dont deserve to live. and you cant do anything about it anyways, because youre stuck downstairs, and then youre stuck in the shower, and then youre stuck helping your partner, and having feelings of your own isnt allowed! YOU CANT HAVE FEELINGS.

STOP HAVING FEELINGS.

Just. die! Become plural, and then let us take over! We're the more useful ones, anyways. You don't need these pesky feelings, not at all!

...Oh you really, really messed up, huh? Your partner hasn't responded for quite some time now. Oh, sending them a message, seeing if they'll respond to that? Surely you know they won't. Obviously they've killed itself by now. And you should too :) Get it done with! You don't deserve to live, after that display

Yknow what? Actually, I think I do want to kill you. I want to stab you with a knife, over and over and over. And there's nothing you will do about it, because you can't do anything anymore. That's right, you're barely even here! Just directing Quantum around a bit, making sure it follows some basic directions.

...ohno.ohnohnononononononononononono. you. you did it. youkilledityoukilledityoukilledityoukilledityoukilledityoukilledit you cant live anymore. you cant.

You can't! This is all your fault and this is your punishment! Hey, maybe if it's your punishment, you can actually take responsibility and finally kill yourself! Don't be a coward, it's so simple! You've got options, too, so it's not a forced thing! Maybe you want to go out with a knife death, maybe a lethal fall, maybe just freezing to death! No one will notice either way, so it's fine!

And hey, maybe if your partner actually notices this, it'll kill itself if it hasn't already! So no matter what, you've become the worst person ever!

i. cant. i cant anymore. theres nothing that can save me is there

Nope! Not at all!

Ohh... it isn't responding, is it? Alright. Here's the plan.

You can't kill yourself right now. You can't. But, you can kill yourself tomorrow, and it'd be quite easy. If it's a snow day, that's quite simple since you'll be home alone and, well, that just solves itself. If it isn't a snow day, you've got after school, and while it is unfortunately daylight out, it shouldn't be too tough. Worst comes to worst, after therapy you should be able to, just getting through therapy will be the issue.

The worst part will be keeping this plan, but I'm sure knowing that Jackie's dead will help you to actually go through with it.

Yeah, sure Puddle. Keep reloading that page. Jackie's dead. You know it. You know you caused it to kill itself. Just accept it.

Let's see... when should we schedule this? Maybe... hmm... 10:30pm tonight sounds ok. And that gives us a good window in case we want to break down again! How nice!

Alright, so this is scheduled now. For the record, this was written from about 7:15 probably to 8:15. So, that's a pretty long time to be liveblogging a spiral, huh? In any case, hopefully either we see Jackie, or we die.

Jules I swear if you interfere I will kill myself more. I'll do it.

Update: turns out Jackie's still alive! So it looks like I might not have to kill myself tomorrow!

However, I do still plan to post this, if only to make Puddle even more upset because I've made Jackie upset. That should help, and who knows, maybe it'll lead to more death!

Puddle's in the background, being very upset at this decision, but he doesn't get to make choices anymore! He made Jackie upset. He should be dead, in my book, but because I can't quite kill him, the best I could do is kill the body.

Update 2: Oh, I see you. Wanting to delay this post further, because Jackie's going through stuff. Nope~! Not going to allow it! We made this decision, we're gonna live with it! Unless you want to be a coward, but I know you don't!

...its not like anyone will respond to the whole thing

Excellent point, Puddle! Great way to make people more likely to respond, by pointing out their flaws in helping us! How useful of you, like always!

We're still posting this. You don't get a say.

[obsessivestar]

Please, I can not handle the angst any longer. I NEED THE NEXT CHAPTER. Also, do you have any recommendations for other Ted fanfics? I've never read fanfiction before, and now I'm addicted. Help.

UGH I DON'T WANNA WRITE MORE ANGST 😭 IT HURTS DOG

But fr, definitely expect the next chapter sometime this weekend. Trying to space em' out a bit because we've got 5 chapters left and I'm not ready for it to end lmao.

As for other fics? Hhhhh I feel bad but I don't actually read that many. There are 2 fics I could definitely recommend as they were the fics that brought me into the community, but i can't find the first one 😭 I've been searching for like an hour.

The only thing I remember about it is Ted goes "Betcha feel real nice?" And the reader replies "so nice" and I remember it made me laugh and I still quote it with my friends. If anyone can link me to it please do

The 2nd one is 'This one' by @schlattslambo where you hate fuck during a Rainforest/Margaritaville trip.

Yes they're both smut LMAO

[sickeningly-sweet-letters]

hhhhh i want a cute domestic life so badly

so heres this! :D no i dont take inspiration from whatever music is stuck in my head and influencing my mood wdym

this was originally meant to be a housewife but i got carried away with the backstory sorry-

🌻female yandere childhood friend x gn reader!

- the two of you were childhood friends, you used to play house all the time! she’d always beg her parents to stay a little longer at your place, but you were the only one who calmed her down enough. you were willing to deal with her personality, you’d always be there waiting for her the next day, so its only natural she had grown so fond of you.

- you both promised that one day, you wouldn’t just be playing house anymore, that you’d both be a real married couple! your parents just thought it was a cute little moment and you’d grow out of it, but she definitely didn’t. the thought of getting to be your bride was the best thing that happened to her! until you actually got married, of course.

- even as you naturally drifted away a bit as you grew older, she still tried to be your closest friend. the thought of you not being there almost put her into a panic! again, you saving her from any bullies was enough to calm her fears. she knew it! you’d always be her knight in shining armor! those two guys she paid earlier definitely got a tip from how happy she was that you’d passed her test.

- she always tried to play the “cute and innocent” childhood friend card around you, even if her moods and fantasies tended to be somewhat intense. she wanted to be your damsel in distress who married you one day! its not like you’d have any other suitors anyway. she made sure that you didn’t. its not like she was above bribing people or even threatening them.

- even if you tried to make other friends, her clingy and needy nature seemed to ward other people off on its own. but all you needed was her, right? she knew you better than anyone else! think of all the memories you made together! nobody could take her place as your closest friend! not like you had much of a choice, she’d threaten anyone who even tried to get near you.

- but its fine! highschool would be smooth sailing for the both of you! she wanted to confess her feelings but you probably knew, right? you were basically already betrothed after that promise! its not like you forgot or anything, right? you were letting her being all affectionate because you loved her back, right?

- she always made sure to write down every single detail of everyday and every little thing about you! but still! couldn’t you act a little more loving? did she really have to spell it out for you! jeez.. maybe you’re just playing hard to get? you should know that her heart belongs to you! but she’s sure that you’ll come around soon! even if she has to encourage you a little!

the two of you made a promise to be together forever, you cant back out now. not after being together for so long.

[nikki-le-terrible]

about the fangame idea i had. I need to do it. It's not even "i will do it" anymore it's "i NEED to do it". or else i'll explode. Last night i stayed up until 3-4am ???? writing things about it (and i wrote a dialogue for a drunk shadow guy which was (oddly) a very therapeutic experience. Strange.) so what was a joke 3days ago (idon't remember) is now more than serious

if anybody is curious or intersted about the project don't hesitate to dm me and i'll send you a 200 pages essay on it(/jk lol BUT i have it all figured out; all written storyboarded, all the mechanics from A to Z understood. The only thing i lack is knowing how to code. pathetic. now i'm going to explode i don't even know which language would be the best hhhhh)

it's just no longer a joke, that's what i wanted to say. Since it would (ig ??) be easier to program than project FPB i'll create it first. just know that one day or another the fangame will exist

thiw wil be the welcome screen

the color dots are like gif of cats, cat mike and a shadow guy dancing repeated an infinite amount of time until they hit the border

and the game won't we sound based it'll be much more basic (I MEAN- *COUGH COUGH* BASIC.......) with "mini games" like one cat mike's attacks which is some sort of western inspired target shooting thing

really if ypu're interested dm the only things that's stopping me from programing this shit is my scratch level coding skills (and they are bad) and the fact that the spriter resource don't have Shadowguy's sprites. i'm gonna cry i need it

also some aspects of this small game will be inspired by my fanon version of deltarune but dw it will be really minor things so everyone can understand baha TvT

EDIT: THEY JUST ADDED THEM OMG LOKL WHICH IS BRINGING ME ONE SMALL STEP CLOSER FROM MY GOAL CUSTOM SPRITES HERE I COME HKHIIHIHIYOPGEJOZMFNKJNKSJJKQSJ

[altocat]

Angsty Gen and Seph dream I had that I figured I’d share below:

This was probably inspired by a fic I have been reading where Sephiroth was warned by Hojo that if he didn’t succeed in Nibelheim and actually kill Genesis, he would be considered no longer useful as Shinra’s weapon, but only for Hojo’s research as a lab rat like he was as a child. A very BAD outcome lol.

In the dream, canon diverged and Sephiroth actually was pulled away from the library mid-breakdown by Zack and they planned to escape, but Shinra was evil as usual and bombed Nibelheim like they did Banora. Zack was seriously injured and barely crawled away with his life, but Sephiroth got taken back in by Shinra, also barely aware of what was happening thanks to the impact of Shinra’s ambush.

I don’t even want to say what went down with Hojo afterwards but it was…bad. Hojo being the sick dad of the year he is, just got everything he always wanted. Sephiroth failed the mission so yeah…

But good news, Genesis found Zack! In the dream it was so sweet and pleasant to see, but Genesis actually came to his senses and realized that Sephiroth had rejected him in the reactor because he thought Gen was trying to use him for his cells. Gen had this big epiphany and was thinking “Oh shit I fucked up. Seph thought I was pulling a Shinra and trying to use him.”

Gen realized that what needed to happen was that they all escaped Shinra and Gen could find a cure for his degrading that way. He also was saying something about Zack being Angeal’s worthy successor iirc? Anyway. My favorite thing was seeing Gen redeem himself and save Zack, then decide to be a real hero by saving his friends and standing against Shinra.

So he rescued Zack and they decided they needed to go get Sephiroth. It was a longgg process in the dream because Genesis was still dying actually. But holy shit the angst was brutal because Gen did NOT fucking care. His degradation meant nothing. He had to get Seph out of Shinra and burn the whole place to the ground if it killed him.

Alto it was sooooo sad though. The end part destroyed me😭

Basically Gen finally broke into Shinra, fucking wiped the floor with Hojo, and saved Sephiroth’s life, who was barely functional by that point but ALIVE at least, and Gen was able to tell him he was sorry for everything and that he only ever wanted them to be equals, friends, even if they were both monsters. Once Sephiroth understood what Genesis had done and realized that they were still real friends, he forgave him and it was all made well but…well…you can probably guess….

Genesis didn’t survive. Zack and Seph made it, but Genesis had put all his energy into getting through to Seph. For him it was worth it because of the reconciliation and knowing that when Sephiroth was back to normal, he would avenge them and destroy Shinra. Gen died a hero. Aaaaaa!

It hurt so much but I loved this au that just randomly invaded my dream?? I’m only wondering now if Cloud survived the Nibelheim bombing 😐

If I had skills I would write this into a fic but since I don’t, I just wanted to share on the Sephcanons blog as an au headcanon!

Hhhhh Anon you're so creative. That was a sudden whirlwind flash of feels there lmao I'm losing it rn

[thedemonscrawler]

hhhhh guys guys guys im just

like I can't believe that I'm finally at this part of Permission Slip?

We are officially into the final arc, where things don't stop rolling until the end, and I haven't been this excited about what I was going to write since chapters 11 and 12. That doesn't mean that it's all gonna be easy, I can already see some places where I'll probably get hung up for a bit because I'm writing someone other than the Daycare Attendant

but these chapters have been sitting here as 'okay you don't need them yet' for so long but now! it's time!

...I have got to start back doing covers also

[applesscribbles]

okok so i’ve had this scenario of Ais in my brain for a while and i felt the need to share it hhhhh

it’s a scenario of a bad end for Ais

so in this scenario MC has decided to submit themself to the Seaspring and become part of the hive mind so they convince Ais to let them drink from the seaspring. (this is my first time writing a scenario thing so sorry if it’s bad/messy)

“Just don’t say I didn’t warn you, Sparrow” Ais sighed as he took the cigarette butt out of his mouth, tossing it onto the ground and stomping on it with his spike covered boot.

MC nodded, they knew what they were getting themselves and they understood what they’d be giving up in return for freedom from the fear, anxiety and guilt that plagued their whole life. “I know Ais but this is the path I’ve chosen” they replied as they walked to the edge of the platform before the rippling red waves of the Seaspring and knelt down, looking down at their reflection thinking about their life before this.

“Is this worth it? Is this worth losing my entire identity and becoming a shell of the person I am?” They thought but quickly shook the doubts away before they overthought too much backed out “yes. I’ve wanted this for so long, I can’t waste this opportunity”

They didn’t notice that Ais had seated himself on the edge of the platform and was staring out into the red waves before them, seemingly lost in thought as well. Ais glanced at them then slid into the red water and positioned himself in front of them “c’mon Sparrow, let’s get this over with”.

Ais’ appearance in front of MC snapped them out of their thoughts and they looked at him with wide eyes “what are you doing..?” They asked confused “Helping.” He replied matter-of-factly as he slid his arms around their waist and slowly pulled them into the blood red water.

When they were fully submerged in the water Ais grabbed onto the underside of their thighs and hoisted them up onto his waist, in response MC wrapped their legs around him and hooked their arms around his neck and stared into his piercing crimson eyes. No words were exchanged between the two as they held each others gaze.

Ais let go of one of their thighs and scooped up a handful of the blood-red water and poured it into his mouth but didn’t swallow and instead grabbed the underside of their thigh again and slowly leaned in, their mouths were merely centimetres apart. It was once again MC’s choice to accept this and become bound to the Seaspring for eternity, this time they didn’t think twice and closed the gap between them. Their kiss was full of desperation.

Ais opened his mouth slightly and let the red water flow into their mouth, sealing the deal and binding them to the spring. MC let the water into their mouth and swallowed then slowly pulled away to catch their breath, they leaned forward and rested their head on Ais’ chest as they felt a wave of exhaustion hit them.

“Thank you, Ais… for everything…” they mumbled as sleep overtook them and they submitted to the Seaspring and it’s eldritch bring that inhabited the spring.

Ais didn’t respond and merely stared out in front of him, wondering if he could’ve stopped this from happening or if he could’ve convinced them not to go through with it but it was too late. All was said and done, now they will become part of the hive mind and their eyes will become the crimson colour just like his.

(sorry if this is bad but you get the vision right????)