#okay this is the last one and i am... super impressed with myself

[kleefkruid]

Guys, I had one of the weirdest 15 minutes of my life yesterday, as if some higher power put me in a jar and shook me around for a very short time and then let me out again.

But before I can tell the story I need to quickly make sure everyone has the context: Kotelet, the stray I took in had 2 bigger kittens and was super pregnant. These are the cutlets 1.0 and 2.0, you’ve mostly seen the second gen as they were born with me. But the two initial kittens went to Danny. They were very wild and we tried to socialize them, but in the process unfortunately one of them got out and was lost forever. This was way back in the beginning of August. The other kitten became Dietzel and recently Danny adopted one of the 2.0 gen to keep him company since we sadly never found the other kitten again… Okay keeping that in mind I can tell my story.

Yesterday around 2 I left my house to go to Danny. While waiting for my tram I was texting someone who is coming to adopt the last kitten. This combined with the nose cold I’ve been having made me a bit inattentive, and I got on the wrong tram. Not too big of a problem, bc this tram also travels close by Danny, I just had to walk one kilometer. A 15 minute walk. What could happen in that time right, I’ve done this route so often.

I get of the tram and I cross a bigger intersection. Open sky above me, as is typical for an intersection. Light goes green, I’m on the crosswalk. Suddenly, and with a loud slap, a pigeon drops dead on the ground in front of me.

I look at the pigeon. I look at the clear sky. I look back at the pigeon. I look back up. I notice the cables of the tram that go over the crosswalk, and realize it must have flown into the cables, and was killed by electrocution. At least it died instantly. Not a bad way to go for a pigeon. One moment it was going “weeeh I’m a bird”, next thing the lights went out.

The crosswalk light had turned red. Normally this would be immediately be followed by irritated honking, but as I make eye contact with the driver perpendicular to me, he also points at the cables and we exchange some “crazy right??” looks while I hurry to the side of the road.

“What’s it called again when people tell fortune by looking at birds?” I think, (it’s Ornithomancy) “the ancients Greeks did it, I remember it from the Odyssey… sure hope it’s not a bad omen!” I imagine a Greek augur predicting a war or whatever when a bird drops straight from the sky and someone going “is that bad?” I chuckle to myself, just a tiny bit nervous, and I continue my walk. Not long to go now.

“Pigeon dropped dead in front of me” I triple text Danny “Crazy. Electrocuted by the tram infrastructure. Super dead in an instance.”

A neighborhood cat cheerfully walks by me. I automatically lean down to pet it, can’t cross a friendly cat without saying hi! It’s a teenage tuxedo.

WAIT.

The cat looks at me. It has a little white moustache. It starts sniffing my boots like crazy.

Could it be…

Squatting on the sidewalk, I go in my pictures folder and frantically search for pictures of the cutlets 1.0 The cat leans against me. I find a picture where the kitten has a distinctive black mark on the back of its otherwise white socks. I stare down.

On the back of its legs it has a distinctive black mark.

“You got to be kidding me” I say. “Sniff sniff” says the cat. He headbutts me again.

I am 350 meters from Danny’s door. Obviously I don’t have anything with me. A car drives close by. I gotta do something, so I pick him up. And he lets me. And I just start walking.

After a 100 meters, he wants to go down again, so holding him in a sitting position, I grasp his hind legs with one hand, like they hold wild birds when ringing them, and my other arm goes across him to squeeze him against my chest and I hold his front paws. He meows a little and bites me so very lightly. He just kinda presses his teeth against my skin to communicate he’s not impressed by my action, but that’s all. He’s still pretty tiny after all.

I ring the doorbell, and Danny buzzes me in. “Bring a carrier!” I yell trough the speaker. “What?? Why??” “Just come down!”

He opens te door and looks confused. “Is that Kotelet??” is his first question, as they look alike. “No, try again” I say. Now Danny’s eyes go wide. “No. It’s not possible…”

It’s been more than 3 months. Danny just starts crying out of shock. I start laughing. Both losing it in different ways about the absurdity of the situation.

We’re in Danny’s living room. The little guy is eating all the wet food he can and promptly passes out. We just stare at him. The other cats are peeking in from the bedroom. I look at its white paws, all grey from the street. He purrs. We sit in silence, kind of forgetting to blink.

“Did you see my text about the pigeon that dropped dead in front of me.”

[the-modern-typewriter]

"You're hurt."

"I'm fine."

The ex-villain caught the hero's arm, forcing them to a halt. That at least, perhaps, was one thing that never changed. It shouldn't have comforted them - the ex-villain's lack of care for other people's potential boundaries.

Still. It did.

They couldn't remember the last time any of their friends or team had touched them so fearlessly, as if the hero wasn't an infinitely breakable thing. Just as they couldn't remember the last time their friends or team remembered that they weren't simultaneously invulnerable. Untouchable.

It was nice.

The former villain's grip was strong and firm and warm, like if the hero suddenly keeled over they wouldn't buckle with the weight of it.

The hero realised distantly that the ex-villain was saying something, eyes dark, brow furrowed.

"Hm?"

The ex-villain's lips pressed thin. "You're hurt," they said, again.

"Yeah," the hero said. "I know. It's fine."

"Hurt doesn't sound fine." The villain's teeth were gritted. "They can't be sending you out there in pain. Do they do that a lot? I'll kill them."

The hero laughed before they could help themselves.

The ex-villain's scowl deepened.

"Sorry," the hero said.

"How is that funny? Aren't you supposed to be against brutal murder?"

"Oh, yeah. No. I am. Don't kill my friends." The hero waved a hand to bat that whole idea away. "You're supposed to be reformed and all that jazz. It would look terrible on your record. People will get the wrong impression."

The ex-villain stared at them.

The hero gave their arm a gentle tug.

The villain did not let go.

"I have chronic pain," the hero said. "So it's funny."

The villain stared at them for a long moment in absolute silence.

"I'm sorry," they said, very calmly. "What?"

"Today's not a bad day for it, particularly." The hero shrugged. "But like, yeah. If I didn't do my job when I was in pain I'd like never do my job or really much of anything, so..."

"That's not funny."

"It's gotta be a little funny."

The villain was still staring at them.

"Comes with the whole being magically super flexible thing," the hero said. "It's okay."

"Every time you say 'it's fine' or 'it's okay' I become even less convinced that you are either of those things."

The hero snorted, partly to mask the way the words caught them off guard, an unexpected odd-angle blow. "Eh. Fine enough to fight. Speaking of..."

"No." The former villain's fingers flexed on their arm. "Your people know about this?"

"Obviously."

"And they're fine with it?"

"I can handle myself."

"Maybe you shouldn't have to."

The hero's ever-present cheer wobbled, just a fraction. Their throat thickened. They weren't quite sure what to say. They shrugged again, and did their best to summon a smile even brighter than before.

"I should go," they said. "Big robot to restrain before it hits the city and all that."

"Can I help?"

"Don't you have your own assignment to get to?"

"I meant with the pain."

"I mean, unless you can give me a new body."

"I can endeavour."

The hero snorted again. "It's fine, Doctor Frankenstein. Thanks."

"Is it?" The ex-villain's voice was quiet. "It doesn't have to be, you know. Not everything is."

The hero opened their mouth, then closed it. Their throat felt dry. They looked away, suddenly self-conscious in a way they'd thought they'd long since shaken off. Suddenly...

The ex-villain's fingers stroked through their hair. The hero willed themselves not to cry.

They didn't think anyone in the hero industry had ever told them it was okay not to be okay. Struggle was a part of the job, sure, but only in a very specific way. Everyone knew that heroes kept going. They got up every time they were hit and never gave up.

"Can I...can I have a hug?"

They felt silly asking, but the villain hugged them immediately and without question. Held them close like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The hero melted.

Then, they went to save the world.

[prettydaisygirl]

just like that! (streamer!James Potter x influencer/pornstar!reader): part two

stream title: playing GTA V with @yourusername | !podcast

🎧 cupid's chokehold/breakfast in america - gym class heroes

a/n: this is part two of a series I am writing with @twovialsofamortentia <3 part one is linked at the beginning of the chapter or above where it says !podcast. PS I hope it's not super obvious that I've never played GTA myself and I am only a casual fan, sorry :)

cw: NSFW 18+, streamer lingo, streamer!James being horny, reader makes twitter porn and has a sex podcast, James built a second setup so they can play together, Grand Theft Auto 5 and all associated warnings, reader is not good at games but is very enthusiastic, oral (m)

part one

streamer!James Potter Masterlist & series masterlist

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James is fucking nervous. Probably more nervous than he’s ever been in his life and of course it’s over a fucking girl. 

But this isn’t just any girl. She’s the girl. The girl whose pictures he’d jerked off to for most of his teenage years. The girl who he’d imagined in almost every fantasy since the first time he saw what her tits looked like.

The girl who is coming over to his house right fucking now. 

He’d cleaned the house from top to bottom three times. James wouldn’t consider himself a slob, but he’s certainly not a neat freak. He just doesn’t want her to think he’s gross, he really doesn’t want to fuck this up. In his journey to impress her, he found himself cleaning parts of his house he didn’t even know existed. He’d exhausted himself to the bone the last few days, fueled by anxiety and the chance to (maybe, possibly, someday) fuck his favorite pornstar. 

So now, everything is done, the minutes tick by and James sits on his couch with his leg shaking as he chews on his nails. His eyes are dialed in on the street, and he spots the moment your car pulls up.

He jumps up, opening the front door before you even have a chance to knock. 

“Hi,” He says, and his voice cracks in the most embarrassing way. He watches you adjust your bag on your shoulder, a light smirk appearing on your pretty lips. God, those lips.

“Hi, handsome,” You greet, pushing past him to enter his house. He watches as you take everything in, and seeing you in his house takes his breath away. 

He shows you around, eyes hardly leaving your figure at all. You seem to brighten excitedly when he shows you the stream setup. 

“Oh! It’s not that different from the pod!” You say, flipping your hair over one shoulder as you lean over and reach out to touch his mic stand. His eyes trail drown your body again and he swallows thickly, his hands itching to reach out and touch you. 

“Hey,” Your voice interrupts his thoughts, teasing and light. Your eyes are glowing with delight when James’ finally raise back up to meet them, and James finds himself turning bright red. He clears his throat, scratching the back of his neck, and looks at the streaming setup to avoid looking at you. 

“L-Let’s just get ready for stream, we only have about an hour…”

stream title: playing GTA V with @yourusername 

“Alright, love. This joystick moves you forward, and this one you can look around.” James explains, pointing to each knob on the controller. 

You sit cross-legged in his spare gaming chair, nodding at his instructions despite the confused upturn of your eyebrows. “Okay, but how do I shoot my gun?”

James snorts, pointing to one of the buttons on the controller. “Here. But don’t go around just shooting because-”

You’re already shooting. You laugh, almost maniacally, as bullets fly and hit random cars and NPCs. You get three stars almost immediately. James glances at you out of the corner of his eye, lips pursed as he holds in his own laughter. His chat seems to love you already.

prongsupmyahs: yooo is that yourusername??? 🤤 f3r4lb1t6h: her laugh lmaoooo better than her moan too maraudersfan420: you’re doing great, sweatie

James sets the two of you up to try a heist mission. You spend far too long planning your heist outfit, and James lets you while he stares at you with heart-shaped eyes. The chat bullies him relentlessly, especially after you catch him staring and send him a wink.

wormtail4mepls: omg??? 👀 00_robin: y’all fucking or what prongsupmyahs: hey notice me yourusername pls baby I could make you so happy

“Wait!” You gasp while James is speeding down the road on the way to start the mission. “Stop! Stop!” James does, he slams on the brakes and watches as your character climbs out of the car. His eyes dart over to your monitor, watching as your character sprints in the direction you just came from. 

Your face breaks into a mischievous grin, eyes alight with mischief. “You didn’t tell me there would be a strip club!”

James is forced to follow you into the club, watching as your character explores each room. You whoop and cat-call at the virtual strippers, which has chat going wild. It gets worse when one of the strippers does a move on the pole that has your head tilting and your lips parting in a way that leaves James breathless.

“I think I could do that.” You say. James thinks he might die if you try, and chat clearly feels the same.

rayzorrai: holy fuck prongsupmyahs: do it i will literally do anything plz 🙏 timl0ng_: hi prongs, hi chat, helloooo yourusername 😜

When he finally wrangles you into doing the mission, several hundred dollars wasted at the club and another outfit change later, he learns that you are simultaneously completely dedicated to the mission and also so easily distracted.

The two of you have to restart the mission dozens of times, either because of you dying or because of you killing an NPC that you shouldn’t. If it was anyone else, James would be so frustrated he would be ripping out his hair. But it’s you, and so he finds himself smiling and laughing and enjoying it all the same. He’s happy to be sitting next to you.

The chat loves it too, obviously. Some mock your poor gaming skills, but most find your enthusiasm (and cleavage) makes up for the lack of direction or actual progress. James finds himself completing the mission mostly alone, while you run around trying to shoot at things. 

He can’t help but adore you more and more every second.

When that “Mission: Passed” screen finally pops up, James doesn’t have a chance to celebrate. Because you are already celebrating. You stand, cheering loudly and shaking your ass in a way that makes James’ jaw drop and he immediately gets hard. Everyone in chat is too given the amount of messages flying by.

myb4biPads: 🥵🥵🥵put that on twitter prongsupmyahs: saved a clip for later  cxtxkem13: 💸cheer100 💸cheer100 💸cheer100 💸cheer100 💸

You finally sit down, brushing your hair off of your shoulders as you lift yourself to cross your legs underneath you. You give James a bright grin. “Back to the strip club!”

“The strip club?” James raises a brow.

“It’s not a real victory unless we get bitches, James.”

James watches as you readjust your bag on your shoulder, heading for the front door. He doesn’t want you to go, obviously. His chat loves you, already begging him to have you on again. At the end, someone even sent in a donation suggesting you join the marauders on their next game night.

“Oh!” You’d said, “Yes, your friends! They should come on the podcast!” All of his followers seemed excited at the idea, and you promised you’d invite on the entire Marauders crew to spill all of their dirtiest sex secrets. 

“Are you really going to have the boys on?” James asks now, and you tilt your head up to look at him. He inhales sharply, his heart skipping a beat. Sometimes your face will move a certain angle and his brain will be flooded with images of you naked, hips grinding, your head tilted just like that. 

“Yeah!” You say, completely unaware of his dilemma, “I think that would be fun! Don’t you think?”

“Um… yeah!” James tries to sound enthusiastic but all of the blood in his body is rushing to his cock and away from his brain. You notice, the corner of your mouth raising just a bit.

“You alright?” You ask him, eyes scanning over him as you seem to so easily figure him out. You read him like a book, like it's second nature.

“It’s just…” He swallows thickly, “sometimes I look at you and I can’t help but see you… you know.” 

“Naked? Covered in sweat and fucking myself on a dildo?”

“Jesus!” James chokes on his own spit, starting to cough. You’re so forward, he never gets used to it.

“I know, it's okay!” Your smile is sweet, but there’s a glint in your eyes that has his stomach churning, especially when they trail down his body again. “Do you… want help with that?” 

The whole world stops. James is sure he really did die. 

“You- I- Huh?”

You chuckle, a hand coming up to your mouth for a moment as your eyes meet his again. “Do you want me to blow you?”

“Are you serious?” James feels like he’s having an out of body experience when you nod and smile.

“I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t serious.” You say.

 “Holy fuck, yes.” James finds himself dizzy when you take his hand and lead him to the couch, kneeling between his legs. You pause.

“Do you have your phone?” You ask softly as you reach for the button on his pants. It takes him a moment to register your words, his brain overwhelmed.

“Uh- Yeah, I… I think.” He chokes out.

“Film it, so you can watch it again later.” You say, lowering the zipper and maneuvering to free his cock from his boxers. “Just for you, though. No sharing.”

James’ hands shake as he digs his phone out from his back pocket. He has to lift his hips and you raise your brows, a teasing smile on your lips, giving him that look he knows he could picture with his eyes closed. 

“Jesus, fuck.” He manages to press record and he hopes his hands aren’t shaking so bad that he won’t get every detail. Because he’s going to rewatch this so many times, he’ll rub his dick raw. 

You spit on your hand, wrapping it around the base, and smile up at him. He’s already leaking just from him looking at you like this. His breaths start to get shaky as your hand slowly begins to pump up and down the shaft. When you lean forward to lick his cock, tracing a vein with your tongue, his head falls back against the couch. He’ll be forever grateful that you suggested he record this.

You gently wrap your lips around the head of him, tongue tracing over the tip. James hisses and his hips buck just a bit.

“Sorry,” He says instinctually, really trying not to fuck this up.

“‘s alright, baby,” You pull back just enough to reassure him, and James lets out a whine, biting his lip so he won’t cum just from you calling him baby.

You take him into your mouth slowly, relaxing your throat as you push forward until your nose is against his pelvis before pulling back. You begin a slow rhythm, bobbing your head while sucking your cheeks in. The fingers of his free hand tangle in your hair, broken whimpers and almost-sobs leaving his lips.

“Shit, ah- you feel so good.” His hips jerk a bit again and you hum at the unexpected movement, but don’t choke. The vibration makes James hiss, and he grips his phone so tight in his hand that he has white knuckles, capturing the whole thing. 

You quicken your pace, tongue swirling around him as your fingers move to fondle his balls, gently squeezing and playing with them. James’ mouth is open, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he tugs at your hair. He tries to watch, he really does, but it feels so fucking good and a lot of his focus is set on keeping the camera on you. He doesn’t seem to have much control over the rest of himself. 

“Ahh, mmmh,” James’ hips buck up into your mouth, his face contorting into a silent sob. Every nerve in his body is on high-alert, and he can feel himself getting close.

“‘m gonna cum,” His words come out just as whiny as his moans, about two octaves higher than normal. “Where… Where should I…?” He lets his question trail off as his eyes roll back again. His peak is approaching so fast, and then you pull away. He lurches himself to sit up, worried he did something wrong, but you’re still between his legs.

“Where do you want to cum, James?” You ask, and the sound of your voice will haunt him every night for the rest of his life. He can’t help but shiver, hissing as he holds back his release just a little longer.

“I…” He shakes his head, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. “On your tits.”

You smile with a knowing look, easily tugging off your shirt. The sight of you, in your bra, kneeling between his legs, is enough to do it for him. He finishes as soon as your hand returns to him, hips thrusting into your fingers as the thick whiteness of his cum lands over your boobs. He groans your name, just like he used to in the shower. 

When his ears finally stop ringing, you’re cleaning yourself up. You smile at him, then stand, leaning over him to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. James manages to end the recording and stand up right as you’re approaching the front door again.

“You’ll have to get your friends to agree to the pod.” You tell him, leaning back against the door for a moment. “Mostly so I have an excuse to see you again.”

“I will,” James says, and there’s a moment before he moves forward, a hand coming to your lower back as he presses his lips to yours. Softly, and just for a moment. You blink up at him with eyes so pretty after he pulls away that his heart aches.

“I really like you.” He says, holding the front door open for you as you step outside. You blow him a kiss.

“I know.” You say, giving him a wink and a wave as you step out of his front door. “I’ll be waiting for your call.”

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© prettydaisygirl

[geowrites03]

Good Girl

Tim Drake x Kent!Reader smut

Summary: You both wake up horny from a brief nap after a smoking sesh. OR. Horny Tim Drake likes to munch 😋.

I was alone in a basement, chained and locked up in a small dog crate. I wasn’t scared, I knew I could get out. I just waited for a perfect time. The guy who thought he could kidnap me watched the camera, if I tried to escape with him watching he’d come down and try to stop me and I didn’t particularly want to fight anyone again today.

I looked through the floor and walls to watch for when he would walk away from the monitors but it was like watching paint dry. ‘Fuck it’ I broke the chains off of me and kicked the door of the crate off which made it fly across the room. He jumped up from his chair and ran out of the room he was in.

I ran to the basement door and broke it down. I heard his footsteps as he ran down the stairs and around the corner to me. I kneed him in the crotch and punched him in the jaw. I ran out of the front door and got blinded by the bright sun.

“Fuck. Why does it always have to be so bright in Metropolis.” I threw on my sunglasses and flew home so I could pack my bags to stay with Tim for a few nights like we’ve been planning to for a while now. Once I got home I had to explain to explain to mum and dad what happened to me today.

“That’s it. If you can’t handle yourself here, even as a Kryptonian how do you expect to handle yourself in Gotham?” My dad had questioned, not wanting me to go.

“Please. Come on, I’ll have a house full of vigilantes there to protect me. Even though I can protect myself.” He looked down at me then to mum.

“If you can protect yourself then how did you end up in that situation today.”

~

“And then he was all like, ‘young lady if your mother and i send you there and the slightest thing goes wrong i am flying there myself’.” Tim and I start laughing as I make an amazing impression of my dad while I retell the story.

“I’m sorry for laughing babe.” He takes a hit of the blunt we have lit and blows the smoke in my face. “You okay after all that today?”

I nod at him while still giggling. “It’s nothing, Timmy. I’m a super, I’m sure I can handle a creepy guy wanting to keep me in his basement.” He passes the blunt to me, so I quickly put it to my lips and inhale.

“Yeah, I mean physically you’re okay. But what about mentally? You sure you okay? Especially with what happened late last year.” I choke on the smoke that’s in my lungs at the mention of the incident.

He quickly pats my back at puts the blunt in the ash tray while he’s apologising. I tell him that I’m fine and that we should be finishing the blunt that we’re currently neglecting.

He picks up the blunt and takes a long ass hit, thinking he was just going to blow it in my face and pass me the blunt I hold out my hand. Rather than the blunt, he puts his hand in mine and with his free hand he grips my chin.

He pulls me in close but also meets me halfway, our lips match each others perfectly, more so when we’re getting high. He blows out the smoke into my mouth and it goes directly down my throat instantly.

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We both woke up from a nap we had after our smoking sesh. We looked around the room, noticing we had unknowingly hotboxed the room since we forgot to open a window. I laughed as he got up to open one, letting some smoke out and light breeze in.

He turned around and started walking back to the bed. I giggled when I saw that he was hard. The outline of his dick was on full display through his thin sleeping shorts.

“What are you laughing about?” He spoke as he sat down and pulled me into his lap. I moaned when his hard-on pressed against my clothed cunt.

“I just noticed that you needed a little help.” I moved my hips, rolling my ass against his dick. He blushed and hid his face in my neck.

He started kissing my neck and trailing across the top of my chest. He slid his hands up the back of my shirt and unclasped my bra. His lips pulled away from my chest when he pulled off my shirt quickly followed by my bra. His lips found their way back to my upper chest.

His hands went up to grab and massage my boobs. His lips trailed down from my chest to my boobs sucking marks into the soft flesh.

Tim’s POV~

I suck on the squishy parts of her boob while squeezing the other in my hand. Her boobs are one of my favourite body parts of hers, after her thighs. She moans as pinch her nipple, then whines as my attention goes down. I love hearing all of her noises, all of her moans and whines. It makes me want to tease and edge her for hours on end, just to hear the sounds she makes.

I push her down onto the bed carefully and take off my own shirt. Her hands go straight to feel my abs, the way her nails trail over skin makes me heat up.

I take off her shorts and kiss the inner sides of her thighs. My hands come down to squeeze the flesh. Her whines fill my head, intoxicating me, as I place more teasing kissing on her upper thighs.

I ghost my lips teasingly over her wet cunt, pinning her hips down when she thrusts down to gain contact. Thankfully weed dilutes her strength so she’s nice and malleable, all for me.

“Stay still, princess.” I make sure my breath fans across her cunt, just so I can hear her whine. I chuckle and nip at her clit, causing her to flinch and throw her head back as she moans loudly. “Shh angel. As much as I love to hear your pretty sounds, you can’t be too loud this time.”

I dive between her thighs and lick a stripe up from her entrance then flicking my tongue at her clit. She gasps and tangles her fingers in my hair. I wince, enjoying the light tug.

I focus on swirling my tongue around her clit. Her quiet little moans getting me drunker than her sweet cunt already was. I bring my finger up to her entrance and slide it in, eased by her slick. She took that easily so I added another two.

I pumped my three fingers into her tight, soaked cunt, sucking on her clit. Her breaths were heavy, eyes brimming with tears as one hand grips the sheets and the other in my hair.

I curl my fingers into that one spot that drives her crazy and bit down on her clit. The soft, soaked walls of her puffy cunt squeeze on my fingers, as she reaches her climax. One of her hands moves up to cover her mouth, to suppress her squeals.

“Good girl.”

[razorblade180]

Petty Bet

Mualani and Aether: *eating together*

Paimon:…..Are yall gonna kiss or what?

Aether:*chokes aggressively*

Mualani:W-What!? Where did that come from?

Paimon:You’re always hanging out. Everyone is thinking it. All are watching with interest.

Aether:No, you’re just a busybody. What, you make a bet or something with my relationships?

Paimon:….*averts eyes*

Aether:You’re betting on me!?

Paimon:Maybe! Who could say!?

Mualani:Haha, that explains the intense approach. Who the heck are you betting w- it’s Ajaw, isn’t it?

Paimon:He needs to know failure! To be humbled!

Aether:What was the bet?

Paimon:He said “despite the mediocrity of my lowly servant, the blonde would easily fall victim to Kinich before some chatty Beach Bum” and Paimon thought that was stupid and said “Aether’s been falling for Mualani faster than a rushing tide. If he’s wants to be with anyone it’s clearly someone as likable as her!”

Aether:Now why would you repeat that last part?

Mualani:I’ve been giving you nonstop surfing lessons every chance we get when you ask.

Aether:Because it’s fun! We’re having fun!

Mualani:Also , “chatty beach bum?” I might have to tell Kinich about that one.

Paimon:Oh yeah, losing means Paimon has to “bow celebrate his glory as a faithful servant.”

Mualani:And if he loses?

Paimon:He gets locked up for a week.

Mualani:Aether, I think it would be incredibly irresponsible of you to not kiss me.

Aether:You are shockingly petty.

Mualani:It’s Ajaw! Nobody wants a world where he’s winning. A week of us hanging out with Kinich and Kachina in peace.

Paimon:Why are you pretending you don’t literally fall in love with a land and its people in every nation.

Aether:*holds Sandshrew* For your information, I’m trying to set a good example my child and take matters slow like the responsible adult I am.

Sandshrew: Rawr!

Aether:See? They agree.

Paimon:You flirted your way out of court case against in Fontaine.

Mualani:That’s impressive.

Aether:Thank you. I surprised myself.

Paimon:You’re not even denying it!

Mualani:Admittedly, my pride would be ever so slightly bruised if Ajaw did win that bet. In the grand scheme of it all however, it doesn’t really matter considering I’m dating Kinich.

Paimon:WHAT!?

Mualani:Yeah I’m not surprised Ajaw didn’t mention that part. Kinich actually made the first move. I was super surprised. That’s probably why Ajaw was so confident you’d lose.

Paimon:That little- of course he’d play dirty.

Aether:And what are you doing right now?

Paimon:Irrelevant.

Mualani:Don’t be too hard on her. To be fair, Kinich and I are just as competitive in our own way. Like how we plan fun one on one activities with you. And don’t pretend you don’t know we’re flirting; otherwise you wouldn’t have felt the need to explain your lifestyle. You totally like the attention.

Aether:*red* It doesn’t happen often. I feel a little special is all.

Mualani:And there’s nothing wrong with that. I honestly like just hanging out. I’d do it regardless if you’re interested in me or not.

Paimon:You’re totally is type. It’s actually embarrassing.

Aether:I’m gonna grill you.

Paimon:What!? We both agree Mualani and Kachina definitely should get the chance to meet Amber and Collei. They’d be the bestest friends. Especially Amber and Mualani.

Mualani:Oh? Now I’m interested. She sounds like quite the individual.

Aether:Hehe, yeah she’s incredible.

Meanwhile….

A burning stove

Amber:….

Eula:I didn’t think buring water was possible. *freezes stove*

Amber:What can I say? I’m full of surprises. *lowers head* Let’s just order breakfast today.

xxxxxx

Mualani:Well the way I see things, you have options that all lead to fine outcomes. If you’re not interested in either of us that’s perfectly okay. If you aren’t attracted to me that’s alright. I know I’m a lot.

Paimon: (I see he hasn’t gotten to his Fontaine stories yet…)

Mualani:However, if you do happen to be interested, then I have it on good authority that leaning forward right now wouldn’t be embarrassing at all. *smirks*

Paimon:I’ll cover Sandshrew’s eyes.

Aether:How the heck did I end up becoming the equivalent of a bounty?

Paimon and Mualani: You’re a catch.

Sandshrew: Rawr!

Aether:….

xxxxxx

Paimon:Hello Kinich! *side eyes* Ajaw…

Kinich:Mind your tone, anemic bloaty floaty. Soon you will be bowing in reverence to the mighty-

Paimon pulls out a photo she took of Aether and Mualani from a distance, creating the assumption that she did it in secret. It was the two of them sharing a gentle and whimsical kiss by the water with their meal.

Ajaw:WHAT!? IMPOSSIBLE!

Paimon:Oh it’s very possible. You’re looking right at it. They’re dating and you’ve lost.

Kinich:Well I guess that’s that. *stands up* It was one week, correct?

Ajaw:Don’t you dare! This thing cheated! It had to!!

Kinich:You know what they say. “You play stupid games…”

Paimon: “You get stupid prizes.”

Kinich:Time to honor your reward for losing.

Ajaw:I swear to the heavens themself if you dare- *banished*

Kinich:Realistically I’m probably going to need him after for four days to do something.

Paimon:Every second will be cherished. Also, you’ve been invited to go camping and to a dinner.

Kinich:Heh, I suspected as much. *smiles* I really can’t keep with all you sometimes.

[kiyomitakada]

okay so i have actually already read up to (and including) chapter 2 so here are my thoughts so far. i am obviously extremely spoiled on The Main Twist so i will put prologue + chapter 1 thoughts under the cut

prologue: from the way mello writes i am convinced that he wrote this in a manic haze right after he made the decision to kidnap takada. it's why he says "I imagine that by the time anyone lays eyes on these words I will no longer be alive" and also "the best dresser that died like a dog" he is already 90% certain he is not making it out of this.

the one thing that is throwing me off is the line "I once called myself Mello and was addressed by that name, but that was a long time ago" since it makes absolutely no sense in this context because the mafia and matt still call him mello all the time. so i have to assume that the a long time ago part refers to calling himself mello. maybe he shifted internally to mihael keehl and never told anyone else.

chapter 1:

fascinating that raye is described as "the most obvious example of the agents who had a high opinion of her (not that this stopped him from begging her to transfer to a less dangerous department every time something happened)" like okay fine that's kind of sweet. theres the whole benevolent patriarchal sexism in that last bit but i don't think he was violent or anything.

fascinating that L calls raye naomi's "friend"

It seemed obvious that the reason her laptop had been turned on was that L had hacked it, and she was more than a little depressed that she would now have to randomly destroy the new computer she had just purchased a month before. “I don’t mind… I mean, I do, but…”

god L is such an asshole for his FIRST MOVE being to order naomi to destroy her computer EVEN IF SHE DOESN'T ACCEPT i love him he sucks so much

real cute that they're all locked rooms. beyond wants to be written about sooo bad

this naomi is like dead on accurate to silent partner unfinished business i am retroactively extremely impressed. what an interesting personality. fundamental sense of insecurity but also a biting sarcasm that she keeps locked away… SO fun. notably mello is the one who attributes her leave of absence to discrimination but naomi doesn't think so, all of naomi's thoughts are about her Mistake

He would hardly kill a fifth victim when the number of dolls had reached zero.

ha, ha.

L bragging about being able to solve beyond's super difficult crossword puzzle that no one else could solve lmao

i got so jumpscared by beyond being under the bed even though i already knew he was there 10/10

Misora jumped backward instantly, forced down the surge of emotions this sudden turn of events stirred up, and put her fists up. She didn’t have a gun with her—not because she was suspended, but simply because she had never really gotten used to carrying one around. With no gun, she had no trigger to pull. [...] She put one hand inside her jacket, pretending she had a gun. The man raised his head.

this characterization is catnip to me

Natural black hair. A plain shirt, faded jeans. He was a young man, with dark lines under his wide, bulging eyes. Thin, and apparently fairly tall, but his back was curved, leaving his gaze two heads lower than Misora’s so he appeared to be looking up at her.

it is so interesting to compare beyond's description to what Isn't there… notably naomi does not make note of his hairstyle. the dark lines have to be makeup but i don't know how he would fake bulging eyes maybe hyperthyroidism simply runs in wammy's house. i love that the black hair is natural i always assumed it was really shitty dye

[nite-puff]

fuck it! gay robots!

ishimondo wall-e au! it came to me in a dream.

mondo (… M.O.N.D-0???) is the last robot standing cleaning up earth when he gets a surprise visit from a rocket ship. on that ship is taka (… T.A.K.A???) who has been sent to find any proof that earth can support life once again. the two meet and shenanigans ensue. maybe they fall in love???

anyways, more rambling from me about these two under the cut.

okay! so my main thing with mondo and his behavior is that it’s all based on him being the last being on earth, so he really doesn’t have anyone around him (other than his pet cockroach, chuck!) and therefore doesn’t feel the need to act a certain way to impress anyone. so this is version of mondo is if he didn’t have a whole bunch of self-image issues and just was his funki and cringe self. he literally is cringe and free.

after years having to clean up earth, he’s grown an affinity for the little things to pass the time. like collecting little knick-knacks he finds on the job to bring back home or making figures out of the cubes of trash he makes. he’s a little artist and collector.

taka on the other hand is at first rigid and is set out to complete his directive because it’s what he was made to do. he has a whole population back on the axium counting on him to find any traces of life on earth (or so he thinks). he does occasionally display some signs of humanity and happiness. he feels warmth in the little things as well, like a cockroach or bubble wrap or a lighter. he’s enthralled and wants to know more about this strange place but can’t because he has a job to do. maybe the strange little robot guy he meets doesn’t throw him off his course.

design stuff! i know i made mondo look less… anthro ig??? in his design than taka, but i wanted to make up for it by “personalizing” him a bit. he’s doodled all over himself and he thinks his trousers make him look nice. maybe he thinks the doodles look badass because they’re like tattoos. i also did that to contrast more with taka, who looks spotless. i was considering giving him legs, but remembered that of course he would have wheels. biker, and alla that. he was born to roll around. and i don’t think it’s noticeable, but i tried to make his arms and hands bigger than wall-e’s because he’s a little stronger. in this au, mondo doesn’t do the trash compacting his his little cube body, but with his hands (to keep with the idea that mondo likes to work and creat stuff with his hands). so he needs to have bigger and more efficient tools. also, i changed his wheels to be diamond shaped.

taka meanwhile was super easy to design. he and eve have sorta similar design qualities, like a majority white color palette and very simple shapes with not a lot of detail going on. very easy to mix the two. the idea of his design is what spurred me into thinking about this au. the one thing i’ll point out is that i made eve’s little dots that pop up when she scans things vertical so that it can sort of resemble taka’s medal. idk i thought it was neat.

(also, if im being completely honest with myself, if taka was actually any wall-e character, he would be MO. just an angry gremlin that musters up the courage to stray off his path because he is so determined to clean up wall-e’s mess. and then they become friends at the end. he just gives off taka energy.)

anyways, that’s it for right now. im pretty satisfied with taka’s design, but im considering changing some things on mondo’s. mainly the color palette.

am i gonna turn this into a full-fledged story??probably not, but maybe i’ll add more onto it in the near future. like assigning other characters.

wall-e’s a cute movie. gotta put the blorbos in it.

[spaceandbones]

Since your username is spaceandbones this seems appropriate for the jjk fic ideas: Gojo having a pathetic masturbatory (literal or psychological - or both!) auto-erotic asphyxiation session by teleporting himself to space. It's an idea that I will probably never use, and idk if it's been done before.

this was genuinely a very difficult prompt (which was super fun for me) and I quickly realized that I have a weakness for writing characters in scenes entirely alone, so my emotional support crutch Suguru is here a little. I set this between the Toji fight when Satoru first teleports, and Suguru leaving.

"Suguruuuuu-"

Satoru flings himself around the door-frame and into Suguru's room without knocking. He doesn't need to when the door is already open, right? If Suguru didn't want people in here, he should keep it closed like a normal person. 

Suguru doesn't reply, because he's sitting on his bed, headphones on, quietly mouthing the words to some lame indie song while he studies. Ugh. Satoru hasn't studied once since starting school, and at this rate he doesn't think he ever will. What's the point in studying when he knows Yaga would never, ever fail him? 

"Yes, Satoru?" Suguru sighs, music blaring from the headphones now pushed down around his neck. His hair is all caught up in them. Satoru ignores how soft it looks. 

He bounces over until he's a couple feet away, and rocks back on his heels, hands locked together behind his back. "I have something cool to show you," he announces, much to Suguru's chagrin. 

"Oh, wonderful. Do I get to know what it is before I agree to letting you move me to a secondary location, or-?" 

Satoru pouts at him, even though that never works with Suguru. "Stop acting like I bring you weird places enough that you have to- anyway, it's not like that. I was messing around last night, you know with infinity and the whole teleportation thing, and I-" 

Suguru narrows his eyes, "Is this going to get one of us maimed or killed?" 

"Shut up Suguru," Satoru demands hotly, "I was experimenting, and I found something cool and now I'm going to show you." 

Suguru waves his hands impatiently, "Okay, well what is it?" 

Satoru, far too impressed with himself for the way he knows Suguru is about to react, says- "I found the best way ever to jack off: by teleporting myself to outer space." 

"What?" 

***

"Shit, this is actually a little awkward." 

Suguru raises his eyebrows at the confession. He's leaning against the wall closest to Satoru's door, like he's ready to make a quick escape at a moment's notice. Satoru is sitting on his bed, one lame hand on his thigh, pointedly ignoring the boner he's had for almost two hours now. 

"You think?" Suguru asks, slightly disgusted with the entire situation. The tops of his cheeks beneath his eyes are dusted pink, though, which Satoru thinks is probably from the embarrassment of it all. 

Satoru doesn't really get embarrassed. Not like that, not with Suguru. They share everything together, and he's jacked off in bathrooms of hotel rooms during jobs they've been on before, so really this is no weirder. 

"Why am I even here?" Suguru follows up a second later, pinching the bridge of his nose before lowering his hand and fixing Satoru with a look of absolute weary defeat. 

Satoru fumes a little. "Because it's cool, idiot. And because if I accidentally suffocate too much and pass out I might need you to save me," he grins, all cheeky, despite the obvious fact that if he did pass out and die in space, Suguru would never see his body again, yet alone be able to help.

He slouches down against the headboard a little more, and then adds, a little quieter- "Maybe don't watch, though." 

Suguru rolls his eyes, but finally moves from his position by the door and sits down hard in Satoru's desk chair instead, long legs stretched out in front of him.

Satoru can't even make himself care that his best friend is here in the same room he's about to jerk off in, because the entire idea of this has him so turned on it's hard to see straight. It came to him in a brilliant haze this morning while he was still half asleep, and thinking about ways he could hang himself from the ceiling that wouldn't look like suicide if someone stumbled across him.

Of course, there is always the obvious option of simply asking Suguru to choke him while he does it, but he really, really doesn't think Suguru would take the bait on that offer, and Shoko might spit in his face if he asked her. 

When Suguru has started fiddling with the random stuff on Satoru's desk, he slips his hand, shaking with excitement, into his pants, wraps it around his cock, and feels his heartbeat throbbing beneath his thumb. 

He's got to get relatively close before he does this, but that won't take long considering he basically gave himself blue-balls to come tell Suguru about this new method of suffocating himself. They've talked about this before, extensively, but Suguru has always admitted to never seeing the appeal. Satoru thinks it's because he's never tried it before, but maybe he has and he's just too shy to say anything. 

Something about not being able to choke back a breath in a way that is impossible to overcome gets Satoru flustered. Even if Suguru agreed to choke him, it wouldn't be the same because he knows he could beat Suguru in a fight if it came down to it. He wants the oppressive force of something he can't beat no matter how hard he tries, and he's tried everything until today. Rope, his own hands, his face stuffed into a pillow-

It doesn't take long to work himself up to a point of needing to bite down on his tongue so he doesn't make any stupid noises in front of Suguru. He can't help it- he's noisy. A quiet whine barely slips out when he curls his hand just right and thumbs over the slick head of his cock, and Suguru glances up unimpressed, locks eyes with Satoru for a single beat, and then looks away quickly. 

"Kay," he breathes, "M'gonna do it now." 

Suguru sighs, "Whatever, you freak. Just don't die." 

"Won't," Satoru huffs out, and then tries to refocus all his energy into the act of teleporting, something that- until very recently- he had never been able to do while being this distracted. 

It happens nauseatingly fast. He won't admit this to anyone else, but he kind of hates doing it. It feels like reconstructing himself, atom-by-atom, just in a new location. And this location is particularly tricky, because without infinity up, he can just tell how quickly he'd turn into a fleshy ball of squish from the pressure of space. 

(Idly he wonders if there's a way to tell Yaga he's gotten good enough at this to be able to go to fucking space. The first time he did it was only a few months ago, and this feels like a pretty impressive progression, if he's being real with himself.)

It doesn't look how he thought it might, in his head. In his head, before he tried this earlier, he could see Earth beneath him, a dizzying lurch of green and blue underfoot, and all the other planets and nebula's and stars felt like an arm's reach away.

Really, it's just pure black. It's bright, because the sun is off somewhere, but if he thinks about the sun for too long it makes him nauseous and he's not sure why. Either way, it must be behind him (or above him- he keeps forgetting that space exists on a four dimensional plane), because all he can see is nothing. 

No stars or planets or asteroids or galaxies. He isn't sure why he can't see stars, and he's too horny to really consider it right now, but distantly he thinks it might be because the sun is so bright, and it's different when you're floating around up here instead of firmly planted on Earth. 

Now that he's up here, lungs aching already from the lack of oxygen, he's regretting inviting Suguru to this, because he didn't take his clothes off, and his hand is awkwardly trapped between the fabric of his uniform and his body. Moving is weird, up here, but after a second of fighting with his mind he manages to make his fist squeeze lightly. 

It's fucking terrifying. If he thinks about it too hard, for too long, he starts to get more afraid than he is turned on. So he shuts it out, focuses on how it feels to not physically be able to draw a breath while he works his hand up and down. He can feel the heat of it pool right between his hips. There isn't anything to brace off, which is weird for him because he usually has to grip the bed with his off-hand so hard it hurts, or press his feet against the wall or the headboard if he's facing the wrong way. 

Here there's nothing, not even a sense of flying or floating. It just feels like being suspended in a liquid he can't feel, something without a temperature even though by all rights, it should be freezing up here- probably infinity stopping him from getting hypothermia in record time. 

When the lack of oxygen starts pressing on his brain, making his entire body feel tight and heavy, causing the movement of his closed fist around himself to get sluggish and sloppy, he tells himself- one more second, just one more, just stay-

He's back in his dorm before he can register making the conscious decision to teleport, and he doesn't even realize he hasn't gotten off yet until his eyes land on Suguru, and he takes his first breath in what feels like hours, and then comes so hard his eyes roll back in his head and his ears immediately start ringing with this painful, high-pitched frequency. 

That's all it is for a suspiciously long time. That squealing sound in his head, and darkness, and a pressure that he imagines only he and tin cans floating hundreds of meters down into the sea have felt before. He snaps back when a stinging sensation erupts along the side of his face, and blinks his eyes open to Suguru standing over him, very red in the cheeks, and looking a little angry.

He brings his clean hand to his cheek and mumbles, "Ow," belatedly realizing that Suguru just smacked him.

He's met with a dramatic eye roll and Suguru shoving him back against the headboard with his knuckles to Satoru's forehead, his skull hitting the wood with a dull thunk. He wriggles his hand free of his pants with moderate revolt, considering he's covered in his own cum, and his pants are disgusting and he's disgusting. 

When the ringing stops and his body doesn't feel like harp strings being plucked repeatedly, vibrating back with each tug and snap, he sits up straight and finds Suguru standing back by his desk, messing with his pens and pencils. 

"Cool, right?" he prods.

Suguru snorts, "Satoru, you know I couldn't actually see any of that, right? Considering the whole- teleporting-yourself-to-outer-space-thing?" 

"Come on," Satoru whines, "It was cool and you know it. Don't tell me you don't actually believe I went to space?"

"I wish I could say that, because you're insufferable and I'd love to see you caught in a lie, but you came back cold and entirely blue in the face," he pauses to fix Satoru with a glare, "so unless you went to fucking Antarctica to jack off just to impress me, even though- again- I couldn't even see it-" 

"Why would you want to see it?" Satoru questions, entirely incredulous, "Isn't that a little gay...?" 

Suguru throws a pen that hits him right in the forehead before dropping to his lap. 

"You're a disgusting idiot, Satoru." 

[chillyangel]

So I figured I would finally start using this blog for its actual purpose: art and talking about things that interest me! ✨

I’ve been pretty sick lately, so I’ve got some time! Behold, my thoughts on Frieren:

I saw it show up on Netflix when it first came out, but silly me (who had not watched anime in years) wanted to see the show in English. ALSO silly me had no idea that she could switch to the dub, so this ridiculous girl just didn’t watch it forever and ever. 😭 BUT here I am ✨ shivering in my heated blanket as I type to you. I know, I’m a dismal sight… but you know who’s NOT a dismal sight?

Him 😩

So anyway, I started watching Frieren, and I am just so impressed by its incredible uniqueness! It’s everything I have ever been looking for in an anime! Each time I watch animated shows, I find myself looking for this kind of Midieval magic aesthetic that tickles my INFP brain! As a gamer girl, and a fan of fire emblem, I’m also incredibly pleased to see certain things that are extremely reminiscent to JRPG! I’m super out of the loop on anime, like, I really don’t watch much, but I do game a lot. So when I saw Frieren and Fern with mage staffs, Stark with his axe, and Sein pulling out his battle magic, I was like: “Excuse me?! Where is my controller?”

Not to mention, this show’s music is phenomenal and it simply oozes middle earth energy. I can’t get enough of it!!! 😩 My dad actually started watching a bit with me because he heard the music from across the house and just fell in love with it! (He’s a LoTR fan!)

The characters are so memorable, and fun to watch. They somehow got me deeply attached to Himmel upon the first SIGHTING of him! And Sein was there for like, 4 episodes? 3? Idk, and I was actually sad when he left— which I was honestly not expecting. Stark, Frieren, and Fern interact exactly how I thought they would! 🤣 The writing is SO good! And Stark is a absolutely hilarious. His facial expressions are priceless, and the story telling, especially when it comes to him, is so entertaining.

ALSO, can I talk about romance for a minute? 👀 I absolutely adore the way that romance is portrayed in this series! Frieren and Himmel?! Save me! They somehow got me crying over this man and his love for some elf lady within like, less than 30 minutes after introducing him??? How? And the way that we keep seeing him over and over again in flashbacks that NEVER get annoying (at least to me) because gosh, Himmel is so comforting. The fact that he’s comforting to the viewer masterfully conveys just how comforting he is to Frieren n herself! Getting the audience to fall in love with two characters that are in love with each other? Perfection 😩

Now, I’m eating chicken noodle soup, and I feel like this is as fitting a time as ever to write about the other romance, the one between Stark and Fern (I think). I mean, it IS a romance, right? But it’s all backwards. We have a male protagonist and female protagonist in the same group with a sort of wise/sort of old definitely not responsible… guidance figure? That last part is a bit of a stretch. But anyway, it’s SET UP for one of those classic: “You’re cute, I’m cute, let’s date while wise lady here gives us advice” situations that tend to happen in fiction. Which I mean, sort of “happens” in the WEIRDEST way possible. Because Fern hates Stark’s guts for the first many episodes— ignoring the fact that he is an extremely wholesome hottie who just wants her approval— like goodness gracious, woman! 😭 Calm DOWN, this man just slayed a dragon single handedly on accident, you don’t know him very well so I think you should be careful!!!!

But alas, she is not careful, and although I was kinda hoping Stark would brandish his axe and yell at her— this poor guy exceeds all of my expectations and just cries. I feel like Fern should’ve realized super early on that it’s not okay to repeatedly make a cute boy cry, but unfortunately this story is just a little too realistic sometimes. 😭 Fern is just bossing this poor man, yelling at him, and calling him a perv… even though she’s done WAY more questionable things than Stark could ever dream of.

But what makes this “romance”(?) so hilariously compelling to me is the fact that as the series continues on, Fern naturally becomes Stark’s wife. He lands himself in the doghouse, buying her gifts, reasoning with her, and learning what makes her happy. It happens so quickly? Gradually? Idk, that I didn’t even notice this until suddenly I was like: “holy moly, what is happening here?”

I’ve never seen anything like this in all of fiction and it makes me die laughing! 🤣

Sorry, this totally became a rant about how fun Stark and Fern are, but you get the point! There’s some of my thoughts on Frieren!

[q1ko]

sweet pool Drama CD -everblue-

Disc 1 | track 01

-regret-

DO NOT REUPLOAD

(footnotes at the end)

Makoto: Why, damn it?!

Youji: Calm down! What is it- 

Makoto: Why am I no-good?!

Youji: Gh-

Makoto: Tell me why!!

Youji: Makoto… First of all, calm down!

Makoto: I… I’m sorry… But why am I not good enough for you? Why…

Youji: Ah..

Makoto: Sorry. I’ll go home.

Makoto: When did everything fall apart? What was it that made it all go wrong? I don’t know. But it couldn’t be helped. I mean, nobody could support Youji but me. I thought I was the only one Youji needed… I thought so, and yet…

Makoto: Damn it! DAMN IT!

Makoto: All right, I’m done changing! Huh… Eh? Sakiyama, we have PE next. Aren’t ya gonna change?

Youji: I haven’t been feeling very well since this morning.

Makoto: For real? Are you eating properly? Yesterday you didn’t eat anything, not even a hamburger… Did you eat this morning?

Youji: This morning I… didn’t.

Makoto: That’s what I thought. Didn’t I tell you that you need to eat properly! You’re so pale…

Youji: But I don’t really have an appetite… 

Makoto: Eh? Where ya goin’?

Youji: I have to tell the teacher I won’t be participating in class.

Makoto: Are you really okay?

Youji: I’m fine. Ah-

Makoto: Gh- You’re not okay at all! Get a hold of yourself.

Youji: Sorry. I got a little dizzy…

Makoto: Jeez, there’s no helping it, then. I’ll come with you. It won’t be good if you collapse on your way there.

Youji: Thank you.

Makoto: No biggie. Let’s go.

Makoto: He’s sickly and uneasy, he barely talks to his classmates and it’s as if a gust of wind could blow him away. That was the impression I had of Sakiyama Youji. The new school year had just started and the vibe of the class was quite formal. Yet Youji was the only one that didn’t fit in. It might’ve been because he was one year older than the others. It’s not because of that, but for some reason I felt like I just couldn’t ignore him.

Makoto: Hmm, I wonder if Sakiyama’s sleeping. Sensei, is Sakiyama- sensei’s not here. Ahh, did he go somewhere? Hnn Sakiyama, ya sleepin’?

Youji: Nh..

Makoto: Ahh, sorry, did I wake you up?

Youji: No, it’s fine.

Makoto: You didn’t come back even after lunch break ended, so I came to check on you.

Youji: I see. I’m sorry.

Makoto: How’re you feeling?

Youji: I got to lie down, so I feel quite all right.

Makoto: I see. I thought you might be hungry, so I bought some food for you, just in case. Let’s see.. first, a plum, then salmon and here’s some bonito flakes! And then there’s fish kombu¹ and, hoho, they also had grilled beef ribs.

Youji: Ah… Isn’t it a little much?

Makoto: You think so? If you don’t eat this much, how would you last from noon ‘till dinner?

Youji: Is that right… Did you already have lunch, Mita?

Makoto: As usual. But the omu yakisoba sub² was sold out… It wasn’t quite enough to fill me up

Youji: Um… If it’s okay with you, would you like to eat together?

Makoto: Huh? Really?

Youji: I can’t eat it all by myself… Even after you went to the trouble of buying it for me. I’m sorry.

Makoto: ‘S fine ‘s fine! Well then, let’s dig in! [various eating noises] So good! The onigiri definitely has salmon!

Youji: Heh

Makoto: Huh? What? What’s up?

Youji: Nothing, it’s just… I was thinking that you look truly happy when you’re eating.

Makoto: Well of course, I’m super happy! So much so that I wanna share that happiness with you, Sakiyama! [various eating noises]

Youji: Oh- 

Makoto: Mm?

Youji: You got some rice on yourself. Hn

Makoto: Nhh

Youji: I’ll get it for you.

Makoto: [various swallowing sounds] Thanks. By the way,

Youji: Hm?

Makoto: You can call me by my first name.

Youji: What do you mean?

Makoto: I’m more used to being called Makoto… And being called by my surname is kind of embarrassing…

Youji: Hnn..

Makoto: Ma-Ko-To! C’mon, ready, set, go!

Youji: M.. Ma-Makoto

Makoto: Yes, like that! Well done!

Youji: “Well done”... I’m not a little kid

Makoto: Okay, okay. From now on make sure to call me by my first name. All right, Youji?

Youji: Heh.. I got it.

Makoto: Whenever I’d call him by his name, Youji would give me a flustered look and smile. Seeing this made me incredibly happy. After that, we started hanging out together. We’d go home together or go out to eat… When suddenly Youji started giving off a nice scent. It wasn’t an artificial smell like perfume, it was a gentler, sweeter scent. On top of that, more and more things about him started catching my attention. Like his extremely pale fingers, his pained, slightly knit eyebrows or his thinly parted lips… It all made my heart beat so fast it became unbearable… Honestly, it was terrible. I know it’s not normal, but Youji looks so beautiful… At school or even at home… I couldn’t get him out of my head.

Makoto: Haahh

Student A: Makoto? What’s up? Why’re you spacing out?

Makoto: Shut up

Student B: What, what, what is it? Well, aren’t you cranky? What’s with the long face, you’re so gloomy.

Makoto: Didn’t I tell you to shut up? You good-for-nothing…

Student A: Sure, sure. Anyways, you’re probably just hungry³

Student B: You say that, but he just had lunch!

Student A: Hm? Hey, look! Shironuma’s bothering Sakiyama again

Makoto: Mh

Student B: Seriously? Ahh, you’re right. But aren’t those two together a bit too often, lately? They’re completely incompatible. And no matter how you look at it, they’re totally different leagues.

Student A: Who cares about leagues or whatever? Anyway, it’s none of our business. Right, Makoto?

Makoto: Gh

Student B: Oi, Makoto-

Student A: What’s up with him? Seriously, what happened?

Student B: No idea…

Makoto: Stay away from him. 

Tetsuo: What?

Makoto: Youji doesn’t like it. Get out of the way. You’re being a nuisance. I don’t know why you’re suddenly following him around, but surely you know that he doesn’t like it.

Youji: Hey…

Makoto: Move, Shironuma. Don’t come close to him under any circumstance.

Youji: Makoto, it’s okay. I’m all right.

Makoto: Why? Youji, why are you defending this guy? Is he that important?!

Youji: What are you saying? Calm down!

Makoto: Shut up! Why is it that this guy… When I… I…! Gh

Tetsuo: You-

Youji: Makoto! Stop!

Makoto: Shut up! Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Let me go! LET GO!

Makoto: I really don’t get it anymore. I didn’t even know what I was saying or doing. Seeing Shironuma and Youji be so close to each other pissed me off. Besides my best efforts, I couldn't hold back. I know that the guys from class probably thought it was odd and I also know that it was weird, but it was out of my control. At any rate, it was so, so frustrating… I just couldn’t help it.

Youji: …Makoto? What happened? Where’s your umbrella?

Makoto: …

Youji: Come in, you’ll catch a cold. Do you want to use the shower? 

Makoto: No need.

Youji: Did… something happen?

Makoto: Why… why?

Youji: Eh?

Makoto: Why… Why, damn it?

Youji: Makoto?

Makoto: Why, damn it?!

Youji: Calm down! What is it- 

Makoto: Why am I no-good?!

Youji: Gh-

Makoto: Tell me why!!

[phone starts buzzing]

Makoto: It’s him! It’s him, right?!

Youji: Makoto, stop!

Makoto: Gh, fuck!

Youji: Makoto… First of all, calm down!

Makoto: I… I’m sorry… But why am I not good enough for you? Why…

Youji: Ah..

Makoto: Sorry. I’ll go home.

Youji: Makoto…

Makoto: [grunting and breathing heavily, zipper unzips, sounds continue] Youji… Youji..! …Fuck!

Makoto: This is really bad. It’s weird! While thinking that, I'd already become hopeless. Youji doesn’t know about these thoughts I’m having. He definitely doesn’t notice. If I approach him normally tomorrow, he’ll surely answer like usual. There’s no way Youji would notice.

Makoto: Mornin’!

Student A: Morning, Makoto!

Makoto: Eyy

Youji: …

Makoto: Yo! Morning, Youji

Youji: Morning

Makoto: You look like you’ve been doing well lately!

Youji: Yeah, more or less.

Makoto: I see, ‘s good to hear. Hey, so… sorry about the other day.

Youji: Eh?

Makoto: Well, when I went over to your place… I was a little out of my mind.

Youji: Ah, don’t worry about it. You didn’t catch a cold or something, did you?

Makoto: Nope, not at all! The one good thing about me is my health, after all… Anyways, I’m truly sorry.

Youji: …?

Makoto: What’s up?

Youji: Ah, nothing

Makoto: By the way, Kamiya told me to tell you to stop by the chemistry lab after school. Said he had something to talk to you about.

Youji: Got it.

Makoto: All right, that was all.⁴

Makoto: He didn’t notice. Youji… definitely couldn’t have noticed what I was thinking.

Makoto: ...Hm? Ah, I see. This is Youji’s room. ...My throat’s dry.

[sounds of movement]

Makoto: Ah, that’s right.

[sounds of movement]

Makoto: Youji

Youji: …

Makoto: Youji, I brought you some water. Here, drink up.

Youji: [faint sounds]

Makoto: Drink up, come on.

Youji: …y

Makoto: Hm?

Youji: Why… Makoto?

Makoto: Again with that? I keep telling you over and over and over - It’s just how it’s gonna be. Because you belong to me, Youji.

Youji: …No. Makoto… I… nh.. I-

Makoto: Shut up! Get it through your head already. All of you, Youji, every little part, you’re all mine!

Youji: Gh.. Makoto, stop

Makoto: Stop talking!

[various grunting sounds]

Makoto: This wound, this wound and this one, all of them! I made them. I did! I won’t let someone like Shironuma have you. Never!

[laboured breathing, gasping]

Makoto: Look, you’ve already become like this…

Youji: Aah

Makoto: What do you mean “stop”? I already know you better than you do yourself. I’ve licked, sucked and touched every inch of your body. I know exactly what makes you feel good. 

Youji: [gasping]

Makoto: And yet, is it still no-good, Youji? Is it still no-good?!

Youji: Ah.. stop!..

[various sounds from both of them]

Makoto: Shit!

[more gasping, laboured breathing]

Makoto: Why? Why, damn it? I think about you so much and yet… Why am I no-good?! Say something! Answer me! YOUJI!

Youji: Ah! Ma..koto…

Makoto: Wrong, this isn’t right. It’s all wrong! All wrong! [crying] Why does it have to be like this?... It’s not right… Why? Youji! Youji!

Makoto: Even so, it’s no-good. As expected, I want you. I want you, Youji. I want you so badly, I can’t stand it. Which is why-

Youji: [breath hitches]

Makoto: If you won’t become mine, then in that case… I’d rather…

Youji: Ah! Makoto-

[sobbing]

Makoto: Ahaha… hahahaha.. hahaha.. ha… AAAHHHHH

Makoto: I want to see him one more time... But I can’t anymore… And the reason for that is no one else but me. Youji… 

=END=

Footnotes:

¹ Sakana konbu is fish cured in seaweed

² Their school’s most popular sandwich in the cafeteria, mentioned in the game

³ I’m not gonna lie, I’m not sure what he’s saying here… it IS about Makoto being hungry, though

⁴ Lit. “Then, I definitely conveyed everything [to you]”

Song:

Kiss of the Sky - VERTUEUX

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[babiebom]

How I felt about the bachelor/ettes my first time playing

A/N: mostly because my feelings about them have changed a great deal. Like don’t hate on me but I’ve disliked a lot of people due to first impressions. also I needed something to post since I’m writing very slowly because I’ve started work and have been sick for the last 509 years. I miss having free time to write. But a girl needs to make money I guess. The rest of the villagers will be in different parts!!

Tw: I hate more than half of them and am mean, cursing, maybe some sexual things but obviously not full on smut.

Wc: idk babe

Sdv Masterlist

Before we get into this I would also like to say that the way I met everyone was not on day one or day two. I think I met almost everyone like not one day at a time, but like I think it was after the Egg Festival that I had met everyone. ALSO the first time I played was with friends.

Sebastian

Immediately had a crush on the emo

Like going into the game I was like “I heard there was a town emo where is he?”

My friends also were like “you should find the emo”

Then when I found out his name I was like “?????from black butler?????”

“WHEN ARE YOU LEAVING YOUR ROOM????”

“can he PLEASE leave his room now”

“Oh my god I was too busy fishing and missed when he left his room”

I stood outside his room for days and that’s why I never met anyone.

Sam

Considered going after him instead of Seb for a minute

Like I actually thought he was super cute and sweet

Thought his hair was stupid and cackled for a minute

Sang sk8ter boy after I saw him on a skateboard

And by sang I mean I sang the entire song to myself while running around the map.

Also laughed at his anime hair

Shane

He was standoffish and I said that I would stalk him bc wtf is your problem

Literally I was like? I will make him want me so bad because he’s being mean.

I got over him after him being mean a couple times though then decided I wanted to make him depressed

Then found out he was actually depressed and felt bad

Harvey

I did not realize that he was a person because I never went into the clinic because I never needed to

Then when I met him I was like “OH YMCA!!!”

Idk why I thought ymca I’m so confused

Literally I never talked to him ever because I was focused on Sebastian.

Alex

I think he said something weird and I decided I wasn’t going after him

My friend then said HE was going after him because Alex was acting weird and y’know off to him bc he’s a guy( he does act different to men)

So I’d decided I wanted to mess with him and said “oh no I’m ALSO going to Alex’s house”

To which he told me to back off

Both me and my friend are petty enough to go after people that say they dislike us like absolutely not you’re not allowed

Elliott

I thought he was an asshole

Not because he said something mean

But because he kept talking like a rich guy that knows everything

It annoyed me

I also thought he looked like the love interest on the cover of a weird romance novel

Then he said something about a crab in his pocket and I was like oh he’s me but not afraid of sea animals okay

Penny

Lmao me

She was reading under a tree and was very awkward

Also I thought she was really pretty

Like insanely pretty

I think I chose her as the woman that I would marry if I were into women and not obsessing over Sebastian.

Leah

I thought she was Penny and got VERY confused bc wasn’t she just wearing a skirt wtf

Then realized they were different

Then my friend decided she was going after her

So I decided that I wanted to befriend her because why not

I just like being a menace in games

Also thought she was a Lesbian immediately.

Haley

I WOWOWOWK

I thought she was the HOTTEST woman in the game

Then tried to befriend her

And she gave me mean girl vibes so I decided that I hated her

Literally made me feel like I was in school and being made fun of

Avoided her after that because absolutely not.

Maru

BLACK GIRL BLACK GIRL BLACK GIRL

Technically mixed BUT BLACK GIRL

If you cannot tell I am a black girl and I got excited at the depiction of a black person that is nerdy and smart like actually

Thought she was very socially awkward like MAAM what?

I think I met her once then the next time I saw her was at one of the festivals?

Maybe it was the Luau when I finally talked to her again

And she just SLLLLLURPs

And I’m like????ok that’s gross but mood

Emily

I wish my hair was still blue

Literally my first thought

Then I was like??????? Who is this lady dancing wtf

I’m pretty sure I briefly met her during the first time I played with my friends but only like I clicked through her words so fast because I wanted to finish the meet everyone task so I could fuck Sebastian

So when I finally played alone and took the time to get to know people I was like???? Where’d she come from???

Abigail

*clears throat* WIIIIIIITCH

Also I disliked her a lot

I’m pretty sure I hated her more than I hated Haley

And I’m pretty sure it was because her dialogue was like “go away” or something and I was annoyed like bitch this is the first time I’m talking to you wtf

Then she said something about being disappointed she couldn’t go on the farm anymore because I’m there and I decided to take it offensively because I already disliked her

I thought she was pretty but that was overshadowed by the worst first impression.

Then I found out her and Sebastian were paired and got in the way so many times

Like I actually blocked her from going into his house by standing there so she couldn’t get in

Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t a “omg girl likes my man she needs to get a life” thing

It was more of a “I dislike her because she was mean to me now she’s no longer allowed to go in here only I am because I wanna be mean.”

[twistedminutia]

A Million and One Minutia: Nuclear Weaponry

Read the previous chapters here: Ch. 1

Gray teaches the Heartslabyul upperclassmen about nuclear power and weaponry.

The school library is where I spend a majority of my time, much to Grim’s protests. I’m not exactly sure what irritates him so much about it- maybe it’s just the principle of the thing, because he naps most of the time anyway, and it’s more comfortable than Ramshackle. Fall has set in pretty firmly, and the dorm’s walls do not keep out the chill. The library is warm, comfy, and I don’t have to worry about a leaking ceiling if it rains.

It’s also the only place on campus I can get internet access from. I don’t have money for a phone, and even if I got one for free, I can’t pay for an internet plan. Crowley hems and haws whenever the subject comes up, so I’m not holding out hope. So. Library computers it is.

Naturally, the internet itself is recognizable, but weird. Like most things here. The search engines are different, but have a similar format to what I’m used to. The websites are different, but they’re clear analogues of websites back home. It’s at least intuitive to navigate, if a little strange.

Research provides me with some details, but the more I look at, the more incomplete it feels. I can’t explain it quite right, but it feels a little like trying to read a detailed fanfic for a series of movies you haven’t seen. I can intuit a lot of it, but then a website will casually mention something I don’t know about at all and I’m completely lost again.

I’m in the middle of trying to figure out if hippogriffs are real actual animals here or just some sort of cryptid when I hear footsteps nearby. I glance up at the right moment to make eye contact with Cater, who waves enthusiastically. Trey follows his gaze and gives me a wave of his own. They pause near me, and I nod at Riddle, who’s the last member in their little group. He nods back.

“How’s it going?” Trey asks. “Ramshackle’s all right? You’re getting enough to eat and sleep?”

Ever since Trey learned that I am not of this world, he’s been subtly momming me. It’s nothing too bothersome- just frequent questions about how I’m doing, if I need anything, if I’m taking care of myself all right. Usually it’s no big deal, though I did get an impressive lecture once when I’d been in such a hurry that I hadn’t brushed my teeth when leaving Ramshackle in the morning. Apparently, anyone in a leadership position at Heartslabyul has formidable scolding abilities.

Still, it’s not like I don’t appreciate the gesture. Not least of all because Trey has been slipping me baked goods. Keeping them away from Grim so that I can get even one bite has become a full-time job.

“Everything’s fine,” I say. “Are you here to get some studying done?”

“More or less,” Trey says. “Riddle and I are trying to get a study guide set up for the exams coming up, so the freshmen will have something to follow during the study groups.”

“I’m just here to snap some Magicam pics,” Cater says, holding his phone up to get a shot of himself against one of the bookshelves. “Dark academia is super trendy right now.”

“You’re going to study for exams and set up a guide to help other people study?” I ask, ignoring Cater to level a skeptical look at Riddle and Trey. “Don’t you ever give yourselves time to rest?”

“Of course. A certain amount of rest ensures that the brain is functioning at peak level,” Riddle huffs. “I have a half an hour of leisure before bed every night. And helping other people study is shown to be one of the most effective forms of learning and retaining information.” He draws himself up, heels clicking together. “I’m going to get the class textbooks for the basic freshmen courses.”

He heads off down the rows of bookshelves, heels clacking against the ground. I share a look with Trey. “He is actually doing okay, right?” I ask.

“I’ve been making sure he doesn’t push himself too hard,” Trey says. “Cater’s been helping keep things in order too.”             “Gotta keep the housewarden happy,” Cater agrees, thumbing through the photos he’s taken. I take the opportunity to sneak a glance at Trey’s bag. It’s gotten to the point where my mouth starts watering when Trey shows up. He’s completely Pavloved me. Assuming that Pavlov is still a thing in this universe. Probably not. I wonder what classical conditioning is called here. Probably just ‘classical conditioning.’

Trey catches me staring and shakes his head. “I gave you a dozen cookies three days ago.”

“Yeah, and I live with a furry black hole,” I say, jerking a thumb toward Grim. He rolls onto his belly, mumbling something indistinct.

Trey laughs. “Well, I don’t have any food on me.”

“Even if you did, you probably shouldn’t have it out here,” Cater says, glancing deeper into the library. “Riddle’s going to be back at any moment.”

Good point. Biggest, most well-known rule ever: don’t bring food into a library. “Oh, right,” I say. “I guess Riddle would go nuclear if he saw someone eating in here.”

I thought it was a fairly reasonable thing to say, but apparently not, because both Cater and Trey swivel toward me with identical looks of bewilderment. “What?” Cater says.

Oops. Maybe making fun of the housewarden is only for the people actually under his rule. Deuce and Ace never had a problem with it- though their relationship with Riddle is often contentious and they’re perhaps not the best examples to look toward for the appropriate treatment of housewardens. I shrink down in my seat. “Uh- Y’know, was just saying that he’d be pissed if we broke a rule- I didn’t mean anything by it, really- I guess I’ve just been around Ace and Deuce and they complain about him all the time so I thought-” You’re throwing your friends under the bus, stop talking! “It wasn’t an insult toward him or anything-”

Cater waves a hand. “No, I mean, what does ‘going nuclear’ mean?”

I pause, giving time for my scrambled brain to slip back on the tracks. “Wh- going nuclear?” I glance at Trey, but he’s clearly just as mystified as Cater. “You know. Blowing your top. Going ballistic. Freaking out. He would have gotten really mad.”

“Huh,” Trey says. “I’ve never heard that one before.”             “I guess it’s not a terribly common phrase,” I say.

“Nu-cle-ar,” Cater says, rolling the word around in his mouth. “Huh. Is that another word for angry in your world?”

“No,” I say, a little caught off guard. “You don’t know what nuclear means?”

Trey shakes his head. “I just said I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Yeah, but I thought you just meant in that context, not that you didn’t know what nuclear was.” I look at Cater, but he just shakes his head at me.

“What is it?” Trey asks, settling into a computer seat next to me. Cater perks up and leans in.

“W-well, it’s-” Uh. Crap. I know what nuclear means in a very general sense, but not enough to describe it with any sort of accuracy. My first instinct would be to look it up, but I’m not sure how useful that’s going to be- if Trey and Cater haven’t even heard of it, is it something they’ve even discovered here? “Um. So. I only learned about this briefly once, so this maybe isn’t all that accurate. But I think it’s… some kind of atomic thing? Like, if something happens on an atomic level, then you get a substance that produces radioactivity, which can be really dangerous, and people use it for power and bombs and things…” I pause. Cater and Trey are just staring. “Okay, uh. Do you know what atoms are?”

Trey nods, but Cater just shrugs. “I never paid attention in science class. They’re really small, right?”

“Yeah, they’re the smallest substance. I think, if something happens to the nucleus, then you get radioactivity, which is a kind of dangerous energy that you can use for… some things, I think. X-rays are radioactive, and that’s why you have to use a lead blanket when you have them…” Cater and Trey are still staring at me like I’m speaking gibberish. In fairness, I barely understand what I’m saying. “I didn’t really pay attention in science class either, okay? I’m not very good at explaining this stuff.”             There’s the ‘click click’ of approaching heeled footsteps and Trey looks around me. “Hey, Riddle, do you know what nuclear means?”

I spin around in time to see Riddle placing a stack of books on the table next to him. He’s using magic to carry it, presumably because the stack is almost as tall as he is. It makes quite an impressive thump. “Yes. I’ve done some reading on nuclear physics, so I’m familiar with it, though I’ll admit it’s not a subject I’m all that interested in. Why?”

It figures that Riddle would casually bring up reading about nuclear physics. I bet he was reading science textbooks for fun at age six. “We were just talking about it,” I say. “I mentioned it and Cater and Trey didn’t know what it meant.”

“I’m not surprised,” Riddle says. He goes up on his tiptoes to reach some of the books at the top of the stack. His fingertips don’t quite touch the cover of the topmost book. “It’s- ugh- not a subject most people bother with.” He makes one final grab at the book, then gives up in the most dignified, I-meant-to-do-that way, and just magics it down. “I’m surprised you know about it, considering…” Riddle trails off, apparently realizing there’s no way out of that sentence that isn’t an insult. He clears his throat awkwardly. “Just. Considering.”

“Everyone knows about nuclear power where I come from. I mean, not everyone. But most people. There’s a big debate over whether or not we should use it for power right now, which freaks some people out, but-” I stop. Riddle is giving me the sort of horrified look usually reserved for when a person has a cockroach the size of a hot dog crawling up their back. “What?”

“You’re trying to use it for power generation?” he says, aghast. “Why? Nuclear materials are highly unstable and dangerous! It’s a fascinating hypothetical subject, but no one’s willing to put money into such a volatile substance, and certainly no one would agree to use it over magic-generated power.”

“Well, my world didn’t have magic,” I say a little sulkily. “We kind of had to make do.” Riddle frowns, looking vaguely disturbed. “It being dangerous is why there’s such a big debate over using it- no one wants to use a substance that could poison you near their homes, but it produces a lot of energy and it’s less harmful in the long term than things like oil. And people are careful with it. It’s not the same as getting power from a nuclear bomb or something.”             Riddle’s expression sours further. “A nuclear… bomb?”

“A bomb that utilizes the energy of a split atom or something. It’s supposed to be insanely powerful, and even if you don’t get blown up by it, it irradiates the surrounding area, and then that radiation makes people sick, so it’s a pretty effective weapon.” I grope for an appropriate metaphor. “It’s… um, it’s powerful enough that if you dropped one on NRC, the RSA would get hit by the shockwave. And it would probably give any survivors radiation sickness.”

“Woah,” Cater says. “Why would you make something like that?”

I shrug. “There wasn’t that good of a reason- it was made in a war that a lot of people were trying to win and it sort of… happened because people wanted a weapon that would end the war. But then people started making more of them, because everyone was scared of having it used on them, so they needed one of their own to protect themselves, and then everyone ended up with so many of them that they were an apocalyptic threat so no one could fire them. It all just sort of snowballed.”

“Huh,” Trey says. “That actually reminds me of the end of the war between the faeries and the humans.”

“Really?” Cater says. Trey swats him gently with a scrap piece of paper.

“Trein was just talking about it in class last week. Toward the end of the war, humans and faeries were using such destructive magic against each other that battlefields were tainted with blot and destroyed. The battles were almost always stalemates, and no one was winning anything. It’s one of the main reasons the peace negotiations started to gain some traction.”

Riddle nods. “There were other political reasons, of course, but that was where the biggest push for peace started. The first major act of human and faerie cooperation was restoring areas of land that were damaged by blot and magic.”

“Did it work?” I ask.

“For the most part- I think the Jupiter Corporation assisted heavily with the cleanup, and there are still a few areas that need restoration. But it’s largely healed now,” Riddle says.

“Then you’re doing better than we are,” I say ruefully. “You can’t really clean up radiation that way. Once it’s there, it’s there. The only thing you can do is wait until it fades naturally.”

“What does radiation do?” Cater asks. “Is it like blot?”

“It makes you sick, I think. There’s radiation in a lot of things, like sunlight- I think that’s why it can give you sunburns. But the kind of radiation the bombs used would make you sick. Deadly sick. That was one of the big concerns with them- even if people don’t die in the initial blast, the radiation would kill them off.” That and the nuclear winter, but I don’t mention that bit. All three of them look vaguely unsettled anyway.

“But that never happened,” Trey says, a little like he’s trying to reassure himself as well.

“No. And they decommissioned enough bombs that even if we had a war now, it probably wouldn’t kill everyone.” I consider. “Maybe. There’d probably be pockets of people who would survive. Civilization would definitely collapse, though. And radiation takes thousands of years to go away, so there’d be big parts of the world that would just be uninhabitable.” The three Heartslabyul boys exchange uncomfortable looks. “But it’s fine now. Mostly.”

“It’s impressive,” Riddle says after a moment, “what your world has managed to achieve without magic. I never would have thought that a place like that could become just as advanced as our world.”

“Thanks,” I say, uncertain what else to respond with. It’s not like I personally did any of the advancement he’s talking about. “Just being in a world where magic exists is pretty incredible to me. Thought it’s a lot to learn, since I’m not familiar with the history or how magic works or any of that…”

Something in Riddle’s eyes sparks and I trail off, trying to figure out exactly what I said. “Then you will join us for our study session. With midterms coming up, there isn’t a moment to waste, and having a remedial student will help Trey and I practice teaching the rest of the fist years.”

“Remedial student?” I sputter, indignant. I’m doing pretty well, considering I’m having to relearn everything from scratch in a high school setting. Then I realize that Riddle has just sentenced me to a study session from hell. “Uh, actually, I need to-” My gaze falls on the snoozing cat-beast next to me. “Grim and I should be getting back to Ramshackle before it’s too late, you know, we have to make dinner and there’s cleaning to do and-”

“Nonsense,” Riddle says, waving me off. “Trey has already made a nutritious meal back at the dorm, and I’m certain there’s enough for you to take part.”

I shoot Trey a pleading look, but he just nods. “There’s enough.” I glare at him. He shrugs back.

“And the cleaning can wait until midterms are over. There’s nothing more pressing than your studies.” Riddle waves his pen and the pile of books next to him starts hovering again. “We’ll head to the dorm once I check these out.” He pauses, then hands me a book on the top of the pile. “You can start with this basic overview of magical energy and its formation in nature.” He heads off to the front desk without waiting for my agreement, the book tower floating along next to him.

“Thanks for the help,” I mutter to Trey and Cater.

“It’s not that bad,” Trey says. “Riddle’s a good teacher. And even if you don’t need the help, it’ll be good for Grim. He could use the review- Ace says he barely stays awake during Trein’s lectures.”

True enough. Though it’s irritating that I have to be roped into it as well. “Fine, fine. C’mon, Grim.” I poke him. “We’re studying.”

“Myahhh,” he mumbles, shoving his face into his paws. “Five more minutes.”

I roll my eyes. “We’re going to Heartslabyul for dinner. Trey made it.”

He shoots to his paws. “Why didn’t you say so? Let’s go!” He hops down from the desk and starts booking it toward the entrance of the library. I pick up the book Riddle gave me and join Trey and Cater in heading toward Riddle. Hopefully by the time Grim realizes we’re actually attending a study session, he’ll be too full and scared of getting collared again that he won’t make a fuss. Maybe. It’s a bit of a long shot. Whatever. Trey will probably give us dessert, and that’s enough of a win to make the whole evening worth it.

Read the next chapter here: Ch. 3

[peculiar-potato]

Among Us animated series trailer analysis post!

(+ a theory on who dies first and who the impostor might be!)

here’s the trailer if you want to watch it yourself :)

This is going to be pretty long, whoops.

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Firstly, overall impressions on the tone/artstyle!

I mentioned a lot about the art style and everything in my first analysis post, but I just want to reiterate that it’s fun and I like it, and I like seeing how they take details of the game and translate them into the show.

From what I can tell the tone seems pretty lighthearted, well, as lighthearted as a murder mystery can be. It’s a little silly but in a charming way- but with a slight hint of dread. Kinda what I expected.

I think there’s still probably a little way to go before the show is ready considering there were no voice lines in the trailer, and it seemed more like “these are the characters look how fun they are” then actual plot/scenes, but that’s okay I actually really like that we’re not really seeing any glimpses of the plot or voice acting yet!

Anyways, now to the actual trailer!

So opening shot here is The Skeld. We already kinda knew it was going to be set there, but confirmation! At the moment I don’t think the planet/moon/asteroid thing behind them is important, it’s probably just to fill up the background, but who knows, it could be something!

Maybe impostor(s) come from there or something… or maybe it’s just a rock in space.

(My theories get better I promise)

With this image, we finally have an answer to my question from last time- what kind of pizza do the beans eat?

I noticed immediately that there was prosciutto and arugula (a specific kind of bitter lettuce) on the pizza, and with a little googling and a few subsequent suggested searches, I managed to find recipes for fig and prosciutto pizza with, you guessed it, arugula and cheese. (There were multiple kinds of cheese it could be- goat, gorgonzola, mozzarella to name a few)

So those round things are figs. Who would have thought?

Next up we see our first glance of the additional room they added to the Skeld for the show- the kitchen! And the first glance at a depiction of an impostor!

Yellow and Brown seem like good buddies. I wonder how long that friendship will last when impostor stuff starts happening.

My guess is the depiction of the impostor here is a bit more figurative- Nobody really notices them (expect one bean, but we’ll get to that later), and they just kinda seem to be lurking around being scary. Feels more like, idk the idea of an impostor than the actual impostor? I don’t know if I’m explaining that super well.

Maybe this is like the impostor checking out the crew before they start actually impostoring. Idk.

Also, seems like one shadow (although who knows honestly). Maybe it’s a sign of there just being one among the crew? …or maybe I’ve flipped the other way and am interpreting this too literally now.

Regardless, the impostor(s) do/does certainly seem very alieny.

(Alternate impostor conspiracy theories- impostor switches between crewmates/they’re all impostors (which would kinda defeat the purpose tho) or everyone’s just paranoid and there is no impostor (I feel like people would get disappointed by that though so they wouldn’t do it)).

After that we head to navigation.

Here, Red is slacking off playing video games (oddly enough with a human in them- as someone pointed out in the Innersloth discord server, which has some interesting implications. To expand on that myself, it seems like a kind of ancient-civilization human, which is interesting. I tried to figure out what game this is with a reverse image search but I couldn’t, I wonder if it’s a real game or something one of the devs made or something else.)

Anyways Red receives a call from a shadowy figure, presumably a boss of some sort, and scrambles to look like they’re doing what they’re supposed to. The image looks kinda similar to how they’re animating the impostor, but this could be an intentional red herring or just how they’re showing an unrevealed character or an “everyman” type being. Regardless, vaguely ominous.

As for navigation itself, I like the vibes honestly. I want to go there. I love the little headslug bobble head and a lot of the details in the background. Can’t assign everything there directly to a task, but it does have the three consoles and the chair. Also I noticed the bright yellow sticky note- like the “dum” visor cosmetic! I wonder what those papers on the floor say.

Next we’re in the cafeteria. (You can tell by the coloring of the wall, this is probably the vent near weapons)

A couple things I noticed here!

First of all, everyone’s very nonchalant about Lime venting. That seems to mean it’s established that Lime is an engineer like the role in the game (honestly I’m a little surprised a new role was included here!) and that the crew knows this and doesn’t think Lime traveling though vents is a big deal. Will this extend to other crewmembers? Will this put suspicion on Lime as things progress? Who knows!

Also, small thing here, but Cyan signs Orange’s waiver (on the clipboard they seem to carry with them everywhere) simply as “Cyan”. I assumed they would just be going by colors the whole time and not have names or anything, but this kinda confirms that.

(By extension, maybe colors aren’t even codenames or anything for them lore-wise, maybe their names are literally their colors. Also makes me think there may be just one of each color in the entire series if they sign simply as a color. Then again, here I am over analyzing small details again.)

We follow Lime through a vent and into the reactor, which is being watched on the cameras by Purple.

I don’t have a ton to say about Purple, they just seem to be doing their job here. I do find it interesting that the shadow blocks out the reactor camera and then makes it malfunction (is something going to happen in there?) but it may just be a kind of moving the trailer forward type thing.

Also, side note, what’s Lime’s deal with the reactor? They run up to it and snuggle it with hearts floating above them. Engineer really loves their engine I guess haha. I know people have to have already been meming this.

Next is a scene in the medbay.

They do seem to have the medical scanner in the background there, so I wonder if that visual task will ever come into play.

Also I see the MIRA logo on a poster in the background, so my guess is they are somehow under/related to the MIRA corporation.

Green is blushing as Blue checks their reflexes. I remember Blue’s character being described as very attractive, so it could be possible that everyone gets that way around them, or it could just be Green. Idk I’m not here to navigate the minefield that is shipping beans.

White is busy swirling around wine(?) until of course, the impostor shadow thing creeps in as with all the other scenes.

This time, however, someone notices. White.

My guess is White is going to die, and they’re going to die pretty early on.

I was already kinda suspecting White was going to die first simply because of how their character is described. Rich, here because they won some kind of contest, seems to be a bit of a jerk. Feels like the kind of person who would die first idk, just a vibe I’ve had for a while.

Also, I was thinking that 11 is kind of an interesting number, especially considering there were 12 original colors. (Side note, my guess is they’re waiting to include Pink alongside Coral and Rose as “the pinks” or something if they add the new colors in a later season). I feel like maybe they wanted a main crew of ten (because that is what the original lobby size is and thus what a lot of people associate with the game), but needed someone to die early to set up the plot so they needed up with 11.

Now, White being the first and only one to notice the shadow creeping around, and to immediately look terrified and be overtaken by it on screen? My guess is they’re the first to go.

One could also argue that this is an indication of them being an impostor, but idk that feels too obvious of a way to reveal that. (Also I have a different theory as to who it could be). My guess is we won’t know who the impostor is as the audience for a while.

Finally we have this image. I have quite a bit to say about this one!

First of all, I just love this image in general. Makes me so happy to see all the beans!

Anyways, the impostor shadow thing comes in and covers the “not” in “we’re not dead” and I love that I think that’s fun. Also, again, love the falling apart blinds (why are there blinds on a spaceship?) and the balloons duct taped to the window.

We also see them eating the aforementioned fig and prosciutto pizza. There are also a lot of red spheres on the table, which I haven’t quite figured out yet. Fruits of some kind? Or decorations perhaps? Maybe all red gumballs? Whatever they are, Orange is holding one. There’s bologna or summer sausage or something near Brown, and a gray disk in front of it. Not sure about that either, looks kinda like a giant coin, or one of those round lights you tap to turn on and off. Red’s reading what seems to be a rule book (they really don’t seem prepared aha), and there’s also an image of a crewmate on the other side. I can’t tell if it’s supposed to be Pink or Tan.

Blue has a piece of paper with a skull on it which looks pretty ominous, and Brown is holding a knife, but I think those are just red herrings related to their professions. Blue’s a doctor and Brown’s a chef, and Yellow is also holding a cooking implement.

Also, once again, no sign of an emergency meeting button. (Unless the weird gray circle is related somehow?)

With that I was almost ready to wrap up the analysis…

but then I noticed something.

Idk if it’s just me but this image is giving the vibe of the Leonardo Da Vinci painting The Last Supper. I don’t know where my mind pulled this from, but I just kinda looked at it was like… wait this looks familiar. At first I thought it was just my brain making connections, but when you look at the two images right beside each other, it seems like a pretty deliberate parallel.

If it is intentional… Orange is in almost the exact same position that Judas (the betrayer) was in in the painting.

Just saying ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Maybe the red gumball thing made them an impostor /s

Also, just spitballing here, not really part of the theory, if Orange is working against the crew (either as an impostor or an accomplice), and they’re apparently affiliated with HR… what kind of implications could this have for the lore as a whole? Red’s probably just talking to their boss or something, but it feels ominous- what if MIRA (assuming that’s who’s in charge here) is in on the whole impostor thing?

But again, this is also kind of obvious of a hint, so I’m slightly skeptical of it.

Anyways, lots to think about with this, as you can tell I’m pretty excited.

[comicglitterr0909]

Playing with Shadows (part 2)

William Afton x Fem!Reader Finally I finished part two of playing with shadows, if you haven't read part one then a short lil summary of part one is reader is an fbi agent who is tasked with making William Afton fall for them, and we get to know William and his kids and it ends off with William inviting us over for dinner. Honestly just read part one its easier.

But for those who did!! Heres part two!! Its the last part! Hope you guys enjoy! (2.7k+ words) Warnings: Cussing, a guy being a pervert but nothing happens he just says something creepy.

8:00 am. My alarm goes off and I quickly shut it off, getting up and getting ready a bit faster than normal. Today was the big day after all, I get to have dinner with the Afton family, while also trying to find solid evidence that William Afton is a child murderer. I quickly put on the uniform I have to wear, clipping my nametag on and taking one last look at myself in the mirror. I sigh, fuck, Im an fbi agent, im not supposed to get attached to people, let alone people im investigating. But of course I get attached to a serial killer's family. Well…I guess I don't know for sure if he's a serial killer, there's hope, if he isn't, if the family has just gotten really unlucky then maybe it would be okay? Maybe I could be a part of their family. But, then again, I would have to quit my job as an FBI agent. He definitely wouldn't like me anymore if I told him the only reason I was actually there is because I thought he killed a bunch of kids. Whatever, I need to stop thinking about that, I have a job to do. I grab my car keys and head to Freddys, parking in the parking lot and walking inside. 

I notice the afton kids are already at Freddys, they must’ve spent the night at Williams instead of their moms. Their faces all light up when they see me, Elizabeth runs over and gives me a big hug. “Y/N I missed you! Are you excited to have dinner with us tonight?” She says excitedly, jumping up and down. Evan and Micheal walk over. “Yeah, I’m really excited! What are you guys making for dinner?” I ask them with a grin. Evan giggles. “Daddy told us we had to figure out your favorite food without it being too obvious because he really wants to impress you!” Evan exclaims. A faint blush appears on my cheeks, he wanted to impress me? That's honestly really cute. “Evan you dumb shit, you weren't supposed to tell her that!” Micheal says as he smacks the back of Evans head, Evan starts to cry and runs off. “Oh c'mon now Micheal, go apologize to your brother, he didn’t know any better.” I say crossing my arms, damn I really feel like a Mom right now. “Fineee.” Micheal stubbornly says before running off to find where Evan went while Elizabeth stays by my side as I walk into the kitchen. 

“So y/n what is your favorite meal??” Elizabeth says as she climbs on top of the kitchen counter as I’m putting my waitress apron on. I don’t know why the waitresses have to wear an apron, I don't even cook things, oh well. “Oh uh, I’d probably say like (your fav food)” Elizabeth's eyes light up, she smiles and climbs off the counter. “Okay!!! I’ll go tell Daddy!!” She sprints out of the kitchen to go tell William about my favorite food. God these kids are so sweet, how am I going to abandon them if I have to?? “Are you having dinner with the Aftons?” I turned around and saw Aaron had asked me that. “Oh uh yeah.” “Damn, you must be special, Mr Afton usually is super mean to us, you're like the first one i’ve seen em be nice to.” Well that's pretty interesting, I mean I knew he was extra nice to me but he never seemed like the mean boss type. More like the creepy boss type, but Aaron has worked here for awhile so he wouldn’t lie. That is unless of course, he does lie. I stand there awkwardly nodding before looking away from Aaron. Y’know I think I preferred him when he was high, cause I can tell he’s not right now and he’s giving me pervert vibes. “Yeah… it must be because you're really hot. I mean, if I was the boss I’d have you be my personal assistant so I could stare at your ass all day.” Yup, definitely prefer high Aaron. He moves closer to me, but before he can reach me, William comes up behind him and grabs him by the back of his shirt, lifting him up. Don’t get me wrong, Aaron is like 5’5, super skinny weirdo but William made it look easy to lift him up. “Firstly, Aaron, you're fired, secondly, if I ever see you around y/n and you say that shit to her again, I will beat the everloving shit out of you. Get out of my restaurant.” And with that, William lets Aaron go, and he scrambles out grabbing his stuff and leaving faster than ever. Immediately after he’s out of sight William puts that familiar smile back on his face, walking closer to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay? I had no idea he was such a perv I wouldn’t have hired him.” Fuck, this whole case is turning into a “try not to catch feelings for William Afton/a potential child murderer challenge”. “Yeah, um I’m alright. Thank you.” I say, smiling at him. After I reassure him he lets go of my shoulder. “No problem.” He looks around the kitchen for a moment. “Where is Bethenny, or whatever the hell her name is.” I follow him as he walks to the front door of Freddys, looking out the window for Bitchennys car. It's not there. “Well thats fucking great, I have one employee.” He walks back into the main area with me. “Huh…” He murmurs, I look up at him. “What?” I say as I see Micheal and Evan starting to walk over. “Even though I’m closing Freddy's early today for our dinner, I still have to open it for at least 6 hours. I only have you and me as actual employees and that sure as hell won't work.” Get to the point, Afton, jesus. “Okay?” “Well, why don’t I, just for today, let my kids help run the place? It can’t go that bad can it?” 

Oh it definitely can go that bad. We decided to go through with it, letting a 8, 9 and 16 year old help run a restaurant is a wonderful plan. 

“EVAN NO DON’T EAT THE PIZZA WE HAVE TO BRING THAT TO THE TABLE” Evan is crying because I wouldn’t let him eat the pizza. Micheal is making pizza’s but fucking them up horribly because he’s laughing so hard, Elizabeth is surprisingly the only helpful one right now and is bringing the pizzas to the customers. William is managing the orders and giving us the orders, and I’m micromanaging all the kids and making pizzas at the same time. I guess I did need the apron today. It's a Thursday and Freddy's is unnecessarily packed, the music and the kids yelling and laughing is really not helping with the stress of this all. I quickly shove a pizza in the oven, checking my watch that reads,“5:30pm”. Oh thank god. “30 MINUTES LEFT GUYS WE GOT THIS!” I shout at Micheal, as he nods at me. Evan comes up behind me and steals my phone out of my back pocket. “NO EVAN GIVE IT BACK DAMMIT” Micheal starts laughing again as I chase Evan throughout the entire pizzeria, that is until William grabs Evan and takes my phone from him while laughing. “Hah, here ya go, we got what, 20ish minutes left, I’ll start sending people out.” I let out a relieved sigh, smiling at him before going into the kitchen again. “Alright Michael let's start cleaning this place up.” Micheal, Elizabeth and I all clean the kitchen up, (Extra well since we made more of a mess). William and Evan get everyone out, and just on time, Freddy’s closes. 

“Well done team!” William says, high fiving us all with a cheeky grin. We all cheer and laugh a bit. “Okay, y/n, I’ll give you my address or you can just follow my car with yours, either or?” “Oh I’ll just follow you haha” I already knew his address. So it's easier to just follow. “Sounds good, I’ll see ya in a bit, doll!” He says before getting into his car and starting it. Doll? A pet name? I can’t say I don't like it but c'mon, he’s making it harder to not fall for him. I get in my car and start following him, it takes about 15 minutes before we get to his house. It's a damn nice house too. I park next to his car in the driveway, hoping he wouldn’t mind but then again it's not like his wife parks there. 

“Welcome to my humble abode!” He greets me, opening the door for me as his kids run inside. The inside is just as nice as the outside, they definitely deep cleaned it before I came here but still, it's impressive. William leads me inside, into the kitchen, but before he can say anything Evan walks over and grabs my hand. “Y/n! y/n! I wanna show you my room, come on!!” He says jumping up and down and pulling on my hand. William chuckles. “I’ll start making dinner, the guest has to entertain the kids. I laugh and wave him off before following Evan into his room.

I sit in Evans room talking with him for 20 minutes or so, he is mostly just showing me all his toys and his plushies. To Evans dismay Elizabeth comes in and steals me for her own room tour, her’s is a bit longer since she forces me to play barbie with her.

Micheal comes into her room, but his eyes widen with regret as he sees us playing Barbie. “MICHEAL PLAY BARBIE NOW!” Before Micheal can even react Elizabeth is shoving him into her room and on the floor, and handing him two barbies to act as. Micheal definitely isn't as good at acting as the barbies as I am, then again he’s a guy. “Micheal, you aren’t doing it right, you have a girl Barbie right?” He rolls his eyes. “Yes…” “Then use a girl's voice.” He turns a dark shade of red, clearly embarrassed to have to act like a girl, I’m trying my hardest not to laugh at him. “Fine.” He picks up his barbie and moves it towards the barbie I'm holding. “Hey girl how ya doin?!” He says in a high pitched really girly voice, and, perfect timing, just before he said that William walked in and heard it all. Me and William break and just die of laughter, Micheal is still dark red, the poor kid is just insanely embarrassed, Elizabeth just had her evil smirk on.

After we get done making fun of Micheal, we go downstairs to eat since Wiliam finished cooking. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to act surprised that he made (your fav food). But I choose not to. “Dang this is really good William, I didn’t know you could make anything except for pizza!” I joke with him, he laughs and thanks me.

We all finish eating, and Micheal forces me to play some shooting video game with him, naturally I’m terrible at it, even with having legitimate gun experience, Evan says goodnight to me and runs up stairs to go to bed. We keep playing the game for a while, William letting Elizabeth watch for some reason but whatever. I can tell William isn’t watching the screen, I can feel him staring at me, I try to ignore it the best I can. “Daddy can you come tuck me in, I think I’m going to bed.” Elizabeth promptly says, standing up and beginning to walk upstairs before pausing and turning around. “You too y/n.” She doesn’ even let me argue, she just walks upstairs like the girlboss she is. William chuckles, and walks upstairs with me. We get in Elizabeth's room and William tells her some made up story that puts her right to sleep, I shut off her light and before we can walk downstairs Micheal comes up. “Oh, thanks for hanging y/n, I'm gonna hit the hay.” I smile and give him a side hug, that is surprisingly not awkward. “Alright goodnight Michael.”

And finally, it's just William and I, downstairs, by ourselves. We walked to the front door, he was walking me out but before I left. “Y/n, I need to talk to you about something.” Oh god, is this it? “Yeah? What's up William?” 

“Look, you're my best worker, and currently my only.” He says with a small laugh. 

“And right now you're also, I'd say a good friend. But look. I like you y/n, i’m not going to hide from that, I want us to be more than friends, and to be dead honest with you it's not just like its love. I love you, I want to be with you.” 

Oh shit he said it, what do I do? Fuck wait I have to stick with the plan, no matter my own feelings, I have to… 

“I…I like you to William. But…you have to be honest with me right now, because I know about something you’ve done.” 

After I say that his whole demeanor changes, he looks more scared, wait no, not scared, just protective and maybe a bit worried. 

“What do you know?” 

“What you did to those kids William… I know about it… but… I don’t care, I need you to know that before you try to hurt me too. I don’t care because I love you too.” 

He stands there trying to read me, he looks baffled that I know about it. Which gives me the one answer I really hoped wasn’t the right one. He definitely is a murder.

“I killed multiple kids and you don't care?” And with that, I knew the police would be on their way right now, with the mic I have on my shirt they definitely picked that up. 

“I love you too much to care about that William.” God dammit. I want to forget that I'm an FBI agent, forget that the mic on my body recorded that, forget that police are definitely going to barge in any second now, I want to forget about all that because a part of me actually loves this serial killer, and that's what I hate so much about this. 

“Good.” He says, before he leans in, kissing me passionately. TO be honest it took me a little off guard but hey, I got one chance to kiss this tall hot guy. I'm going to take it, and just as I was giving in more. 

“FBI WILLIAM AFTON YOUR UNDER ARREST FOR THE MURDER OF MULTIPLE CHILDREN PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!” I see my co-workers storm in, grabbing William and handcuffing him, they start asking me if I’m okay and a couple other questions. They take William outside and I follow behind them. William looks utterly confused until I make eye contact with him, that's when it clicks for him. That I set him up, that I lied to him, and that I;ve been an FBI agent this whole time. 

“Y/n, you lying sack of shit!” He yells at me, pissed off as they struggle to shove him in the back of the police car. His window rolls down quickly, they aren't driving away. I feel like I have to talk to him, I owe him maybe just that, even though he's a murderer. And for killing those kids, I don’t feel bad anymore, I guess I lost sight… I forgot all the kids and families he’s hurt. I walked closer to the cop car so we could talk. 

“William, it's for your own good.” He laughs, he’s obviously still mad but he's grinning, the same evil grin that he never hides. “I could have gotten away with it. I would have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for you, y/n.” He angrily says to me. “Right. But you didn’t get away with it, and this is just karma, William.” William keeps glaring at me, still smiling though. The officer gets into the driver's seat of the car, putting it in drive, starting to slowly drive off. 

“I always come back y/n!” He shouts as I walk with the car, matching its slow pace.

“No William, not this time. Not anymore.”

HOPE YOU ENJOYED GUYS SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG IM REALLY BUSY WITH UNIVERSITY <33

[khywren]

🥺 thank you all so much, i love every single one of you lovely, talented people and i'm honored that you thought of me. i feel so fortunate to have met all of you! 1. kinktober 2024 i haven't finished this one yet because i overestimated myself and burned out in a glorious blaze of exhaustion but it WILL get finished! i actively have at least another 5 prompts in some sort of progress in my drafts right now, and hopefully i'll be able to get to them all relatively soon~ i'm honestly pretty proud of all the prompts i've posted so far, but i think my current favorite is day 10; i wrote 6k words in a single day, which was both stressful and rewarding, but i'm still really happy with the end result! 2. denouement anyone who knows anything about my writing knows by now that i have a weak spot for emotional smut, and this is probably the most successful attempt i've had at that. this one started as a quick little headcanon/drabble i wrote that inspired me to make an entire fic out of, and it made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside while i was thinking about it. i don't typically do any sort of fluff, so this is the closest i've ever gotten to it, i think. 😅 3. between the lines of fear and blame okay i know i've talked about this one out a lot before but in my defense i'm still super proud of this one a year after writing it, which is very impressive for me! i am absolutely feral for bloodweave and wish i had any more ideas for these two, but alas. the idea for this one struck me in the middle of a flight and i spent the rest of that flight planning everything out and got to work on it as soon as i checked into my hotel. i put it all together in just a couple days, which is also impressive for me, and i still think of it very fondly. 4. what am i supposed to do (but sink my teeth in you)? the first oneshot i put out with astarion and my tav, ysera. like the specific prompt of my first pick on this list, it's another sex-pollen fic (i am so weak for this trope and you can pry it out of my cold, dead hands). i was really trying to work on certain aspects of ysera's character and her dynamic with astarion, and i'm still so happy with how it turned out. i think i was successful in what i was trying to do! 5. resonance what can i say about this one? this is my first ever fic (which also makes it my first time writing smut) - the one that started it all and my first attempt to participate in fandom... basically ever, really. i was so scared about posting this but seeing where it led me, i'm so glad i did. as far as the writing goes, i honestly don't think this one is all that good, but it's nice to look back and see what i feel is a noticeable improvement in the last year or so of writing. so that's cool! fun fact about this one - it's supposed to take place in the middle of act 2, and i wrote it while i was still partway through my first playthrough. to make a very long (and embarrassing) story short, i accidentally messed up act 2 so badly that i never made it to last light when i was supposed to and found it basically after i had done everything but fight ketheric, and i was like, "well that's weird, i wonder why this abandoned/destroyed inn is here, guess i'll use it as the setting for my silly little fic." so if any of you read it and think, "now hold on just a second here..." yeah... yeah. lmao.

[morningmask27]

Ivypool's heart rant under the cut lol

WHISTLEPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW, my little Whis is important, WHISTLEPAW is a big part of the story (hopefully). Oh boy, I hope they won't do Whis too wrong with this book or I'll go fight the Erins myself.

this little scene was very funny to me. Whistlepaw is a shit fighter confirmed

we also get descriptions for the new children, FINALLY. Don't think anyone expected Branchkit to be fully white, but the Erins like being chaotic with their pelt colors, so whatevz. I've already played with fully white kits in this family, Branchkit is deaf now.

Anyways, I am pretty okay with Ivypool and Rootspring hanging out to mourn Bristlefrost. It's touching in a way that they bond over this shared grief (also impressed they mentioned Antpelt. They do remember things from time to time. Impressive)

The way they made Wrenflight have a crush on Rootspring does annoy me just a bit. Crush shenanigans will obviously annoy me personally more, but they truly couldn't find anything better to do and they had to make A Girl fall for Root? (Also I don't know my SkyClan family tree that well surprisingly enough, so I don't have the ability to immediately say if these two are closely related. It seems okay, but who knows). They also made her a

whoopsies </3

However I truly don't feel like Ivypool should be deputy at all in such a situation. It's stated multiple times that she hasn't done a good job at her tasks or even Be On Time and I do wonder why Squirrelstar never immediately choose Cinderheart to be her deputy (also girlpower <3). I am slightly aggravated with Ivypool's worries that she'd be replaced on the long term by Cinder, who in two phrases looks to be such a better deputy than Ivy, so that weird entitlement was a bit annoying tbh. Hope it gets addressed, but I assume it won't.

Fernsong is a nothing character and that doesn't change all that much. He's ~moved on~ with Bristlefrost's death and it does characterize him a bit, but goddamn I didn't know who I found more annoying when he and Ivy were talking. Thriftear and Flipclaw look like they'll be completely forgotten by the story after their one Obligatory Scene and it's a bit disappointing. Fernsong did mention multiple times specifically taking care of the kits, but in such vague terms that it just sounds stupid. Why are the Erins still so wishy-washy about having Fern live up to his earlier promise?

God, just get a divorce if you're not going to talk at this point. Wdym The Father of the kit you just lost doesn't understand the grief you're going through. Okay he's a cardboard made to feel whatever's necessary, but still, this is dumb

*chanting* divorce divorce divorce divorce

Anywaaaaaaays. Harestar gets one emergency gathering, as a treat <3

That was Whistlepaw's little sister, so obviously that would be traumatic (I will bite the Erins if they forget in the rest of the book) and

Whistlepaw does not like public speaking. Whis already had a same-ish reaction last time in Thunder when lying about Frostpaw's death, so this is a funky character trait.

Anyways, Whis <3 (they also don't let Whis finish explaining that damned dream. Constantly interrupting with useless comments. Goddamnit, you don't help a cat that doesn't like public speaking already by constantly speaking up and stopping the story)

And as I yelled in another post, Cloverfoot gets a few good lines here. Not a lot, but she's rational

Whistlepaw gets two free mom's

I find the group of cats so funny to. Ivypool, deputy of ThunderClan and hero of the dark forest, Dovewing, one of The Three super powered cats that saved the Clans, Rootspring, light in the mist, helped to defeat Ashfur and has sister powers, Icewing (joins a bit later), senior warrior of RiverClan, trained in the dark forest too and then there's Whistlepaw, apprentice with a dream. (This will make for a funny daily Whis drawing lol)