#you could just play with your perceptions and stuff whenever

[fern-fyre]

It is now day 2 of trying self hypnosis. I turned the lights off, sat down on my beanbag chair, and closed my eyes as I focused on the drone of my air conditioning unit.

I went in not expecting much because I usually think that listening to files is much more interesting, but I was pleasantly surprised. I did not, in fact, fall asleep. Instead, I began to notice that I started to slump over a little from my relaxed, upright posture. My jaw slackened and left my mouth half open. My head lolled to the side. My breathing slowed down even further from the pace I had consciously set.

I switched between focusing on the drone to focusing on my breathing, but I did get a little sidetracked and kept trying to listen to the birds and people outside my room. I also started daydreaming a little about birdwatching. I don't really have a visually vivid imagination, but I became very caught up in the idea of it all.

At some point, I decided to bring myself out by counting up and taking some deep breaths while running my fingers across the fabric of my pants. But when I opened my eyes, I realized that they were surprisingly heavy, so I decided to see what would happen if I let myself go under again and kind of fractionate myself a little.

A part of me wonders if I actually did fall asleep at some point because I can't quite remember what happened or what I daydreamed about. I also don't know how long I was under. I should probably keep track of when I start.

All in all, I think that was pretty fun and interesting. I'll probably try narrowing my focus a bit more to just a few things for now. Sitting instead of laying down was also helpful for not falling asleep, so I'll just keep doing that. I wonder if my kind of strong responses are from listening to files for a long time.

[natalianovnas]

༄ `. 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏

summary : you couldn't sleep, so you decided to do the most rational thing — visit your favorite assassin in the middle of the night.

genre : avenger!nat x college!student!reader

warnings : fully fluffy.

words count : 0.9k // masterlist

an : a little fic to makeup for my inability to post (it has been in my drafts for a while.) © to obsessedwithNat on c.ai bcs this shot was inspired by it.

After quietly sneaking through the Avengers compound, you found yourself standing in the dark next to Natasha's bed as she was looking at you with a sleepy glare.

"Hi," You greeted in a sweet, cheeky tone, waving happily at the redhead as you royally ignored her glare.

Natasha groaned and sat up. She glanced at the time that read 2:11am. 

Typical you.

"And what are you doing here at this time of the night, hm?"

"I figured I'd pay a visit to my favorite person." You answer with a shrug.

Natasha let out a soft scoff. She couldn't be mad at you for long, even if she tried. She scooted over, giving you enough space to sit on the bed. "At 2am? You know I need my beauty sleep, little girl, or how else would I keep being your favorite assassin?"

You didn't hesitate and slipped under the covers as she scooted over. At her words, your brows raises as you contemplated your thoughts with an adorable frown. "Well, you said I could come over to you whenever I wanted."

"Can't argue with that, I suppose," Natasha chuckled and wrapped a protective arm around you, pulling your body close to her. She let her hand rest on your leg after pulling the covers over you. "I always keep my word. Though, sometimes, you test my patience, little princess."

Your smug smile returned but you didn't say anything.

Natasha rolled her eyes, her hand on your leg slowly sliding up until she got a good grip of your hip, she pulled you closer, your bodies pressed against one another. "You know, you're lucky you're cute or else I would've already kicked you out."

A soft laugh is heard from you. Natasha shook her head, amused. She lets her eyes roam up and down your form. She was very perceptive, and it didn't take her a minute to notice you were wearing her favorite sweater.

"And what's that you're wearing, hmm? Looks awfully familiar.." 

You decide to play coy. "Oh, does it?"

Natasha hummed, a small smirk playing on her lips as her hand on your hip slowly wandered up, sliding under the sweater, her fingers dancing over your sides. "Oh yeah, it looks suspiciously like my favorite sweater, little troublemaker.."

You let out a long exhale, feigning exhaustion just so you could snuggle closer to her. As you speak, your voice ends up sounding slightly muffled as you had buried your face in her neck. "It was the only clean one left.."

Natasha huffed but didn't fight it, she actually found it kind of cute, her arm wrapped over your body, holding you closer to her, sometimes slipping under the sweater. "Out of all of your huge wardrobe, this is the only clean one? Very suspicious if you ask me."

"Too lazy to do laundry," 

 Natasha let out a soft chuckle and ran her fingers through your hair, gently scratching your scalp. She gently pulled you even closer, practically pulling you on top of her, her grip on your body soft but gentle. "Or it's just because you love pissing me off?"

You grinned as she pulled you on top of her, your face still buried in the crook of her neck as you enjoyed the scent of the citrus haze she'd spray at nighttime. You hummed, pretending to think. You actually wore her sweater because you thought about her, not that it wasn't something she didn't knew already. "Hmm? Maybe.."

Natasha smirked and moved her hands lower, resting them on your hips. She gently squeezed them and let her hands slip under her sweater, "You're doing great at keeping my life interesting, I'll give you that. Though, what did I always told you about stealing my stuff?"

"I should always ask before taking.'" You murmured like a scolded child.

Natasha hummed and slowly started caressing your skin, her fingers drawing invisible lines on your back as she smiled softly after hearing your statement. She grabbed your hips and moved you closer. She lowered her hands to the back of your thighs, parting them so you straddled her waist. "You're not even going to deny, you admit you're stealing?"

You quickly pulled you face away from the crook of her neck to look in her eyes and defend yourself. "It's not stealing when you forgot it at my place."

She chuckled with a small smirk on her face. She moved on hand to your jawline, grabbing your chin gently as her thumb caressed your lips, "I guess I can make an exception for you, as always.."

You hummed then laid your head back on her chest, settling comfortably as your thoughts going back to the real reason why you actually came over. "I couldn't sleep so I came."

"I figured as much, darling. I could tell by the look in your eyes," She placed a soft kiss on top of your head, pulling you closer as her fingers played with your hair.

Natasha continued playing with your hair as her hand ran on your back gently in soothing motions. Her eyelids felt heavy and her movements went slower. It was late and even if she enjoyed your visits, she was tired because of your late nights shenanigans.

"Nigh, Natty.." You murmured after a yawn, letting sleep consume you. You had found so much comfort with the redheaded woman that her warmth and presence alone was enough to provide you the sleep you yearned for. 

 "Good night, darling." And a few moments just after that, Her quiet steady breathing told you that she had finally fell asleep.

an : live laugh love soft natty <3

[ally1uvsu]

Beautiful boy! / DDOS

⨉⠀⠀─⠀Song Yu-chan .⠀›⠀Hcs!⠀‎ꪆৎ

·⠀warnings info⠀· nsfw hcs included!

summary; just some silly (and some maybe not so silly) hcs for my favorite boy<3

info; cunnilingus, nurse!reader, fem!reader, fingering, nsfw.. obviously, but otherwise fluffy sfw hcs!!

notes; HE NEEDS MORE ATTENTION BROOO ngl the whole ddos needs some more attention, please rise from the dead guys!!! Like sighs I needed to take the lack of yu chan hcs matter into my own hands..

sfw;

◟༝︵ ; let’s just agree that he’s the sweetest boy EVER, like hello? But definitely a little shy, especially when it comes to PDA.

◟༝︵ ; Speaking of PDA, when it comes to it, he probably rarely initiates it. But one of the things he definitely LOVESS to do is intertwining your pinky fingers together and walk around with you.

◟༝︵ ; But then everything changes when you’re both in the confine of one of your residences, this man WILL be the clingiest person to step on earth. Like, it’s so bad he’ll probably walk around the house with you hugging you from behind. And will probably complain if you put too much effort into pushing him away.

◟༝︵ ; Loves having his hair played with, I mean, HAVE YOU TAKEN A LOOK AT THIS MAN?? ૮꒰•́ •̀꒱ა he definitely is a sucker for getting head scratches or having your hands in his hair in any way.

◟༝︵ ; Before he quit and began working out of the restaurant, he’d randomly bring you food from time to time when you would tell him you hadn’t eaten!!

◟༝︵ ; He sits down and listens to you go yappity yap about your day and how you’re holding up with your patients!

◟༝︵ ; Tried to keep his panic disorder from you, not wanting to trouble you more than you already go through at the hospital.

◟༝︵ ; Butttt, obviously that didn’t work. You’re very perceptive and especially after that one meeting on panic disorder, you noticed. You talked to him about it and he agreed to meet a doctor.

◟༝︵ ; Enjoys simple dates such as picnics, going fishing, going to cozy restaurants, going for walks, painting dates— honestly, doing anything with you is a win.

◟༝︵ ; He gets jealous easily— now, don’t get him wrong. It’s not the possessive kind of jealousy, it’s that insecure kind of jealousy with the crippling fear you’ll leave him for someone else.

◟༝︵ ; He also doesn’t mention it whenever he is jealous, but he unintentionally ALWAYS shows it. He gets a little bit more quiet and his eyes hold a different kind of gleam— yes, he’s the type of guy who really often his eyes speak for him.

◟༝︵ ; Matching stuff! He will match anything with you if you ask, rings, bracelets, phone cases— your call! Also will do cheesy and trendy tiktoks with you if you’re into that.

◟༝︵ ; HE’S REALLY STUBBORN. Definitely argues back and isn’t convinced easily, he stands firm on whatever he believes and doesn’t take it lightly.

◟༝︵ ; Has a smart mouth but also is somehow really good at making you laugh or smile.

◟༝︵ ; Errand boyfriend whenever you’re on your period! Or will just cuddle you in bed/give you a massage whenever you’re cramping

◟༝︵ ; Will give you handmade stuff and will constantly be over at your apartment, but what can he say? He just loves being near you despite being a little timid about it!

NSFW ₍^. .^₎⟆

◟༝︵ ; Two words; Service top.

◟༝︵ ; He’s a HUGE tease, like it’s not even funny.

◟༝︵ ; Could and will eat you out for hours even if you’re overstimulated, often claiming you’re like a stress reliever to him.

◟༝︵ ; But plot twist: he’s also REALLY whiny whenever he doesn’t get his way.

. . .

"Yu—" you choked out, you couldn’t even speak out his name properly through a few tears you were letting out and broken moans, your poor thighs were already shaking and you were too fucking overstimulated. He already made you cum five times, couldn’t he just let you go now? "’S too much.." You whined while tugging at his hair.

Finally, his face emerged from between your thighs. His hair was all mused up and he had a pout on his lips, his chin glistening with your juices. "Babyyy, but you’re the best stress reliever:("

. . .

◟༝︵ ; Knows your limits and your body like the back of his hand.

◟༝︵ ; His fingers also always reach the right spots where you can’t reach, he can finger you for hours and never get tired of it while he makes out with you.

◟༝︵ ; Leaves hickeys everywhere, sorry not sorry. But he knows his limits, his hickeys are always in spots where only he and him only has access to.

◟༝︵ ; Best aftercare giver! Will run you a bath, bring you food, and cuddle you to sleep.

HEAR ME OUT PLEASE AND GIVE MY BOY THE ATTENTION HE DESERVES AAAAAAAA

[notadamnmermaid]

Baked Alaska

Eddie Diaz likes to think he’s a good friend, when he wasn’t actively sabotaging his own life. He gets along decently with Chimney; plays cards with Hen and Karen at their standing ��parents of teenagers’ meet ups; has a regular pool game with Bosko whenever their schedules lined up; and he enjoys pick-up basketball game days with Tommy. All of this to say, he is a pretty good guy to most people.

But here’s the thing about Eddie: he might like to think he’s a good friend, but he knows without a question that he is Buck’s best friend. So when Buck shows up at his doorstop, forlorn and scowling with a six pack of beer, of course Eddie is going to help him get over his breakup. He turns the music back up and dances, and he urges Buck up to join him. They dance and they drink and they laugh until Buck looks less like he’s going to break down.

Later that week, he helps Buck pack up the few things of Tommy’s that are left around the loft. Maddie and Chim have just dropped off Jee-Yun, so Eddie picks up the bag. He knows that Tommy should be at his station today, so he can drop it off before heading back to Buck’s baking frenzy.

“I mean yeah, Evan’s hot, but he was also, like, really just not my type.” Eddie’s ears prick up at the sound of Tommy’s voice. He’s just walked into Harbor station. He moves silently up the stairs to see Tommy holding court, his back to Eddie. Donato is there, along with Hicks and Gomez, listening to Tommy with a barely perceptible sneer that turns to malicious glee as she sees Eddie stalking up with a finger to his lips.

“But I hooked up with someone at this nightclub in WeHo last month who’s way more my speed,” Tommy continues on obliviously. “An absolute hottie and I can have a fully coherent conversation without him going off on, like, fifteen different tangents. And just the tightest little ass, like my god—“

Eddie thinks he blacked out for a few seconds, because two weeks ago, Buck and Tommy were still dating. But a month ago, Tommy did what?

What?

Here’s the thing about Eddie Diaz: he likes most people well enough, but he loves Evan Buckley, and Eddie will be damned before he lets a raggedy bitch like Tommy get away with hurting him, even retroactively.

“What the FUCK are you talking about, Kinnard?” Eddie’s emphatic voice from directly behind him prompts a jump spin from Tommy. Eddie watches his face pale with hard eyes and his jaw set. From the corner of his eye, he sees Donato take out her phone.

“Ed-Eddie,” Tommy stutters out, eyes darting across his face nervously. “What are you doing here?”

Eddie tosses the bag to the floor at his feet. “Well, I was trying to be kind to my best friend since his ex broke up with him a few days ago; I didn’t think it’d be a good idea for Buck to have to go through some bullshit handoff, when I— being his best friend and your friend— could just bring it over peacefully.

“But back to you: what the fuck did you just say? Did I just hear your bitch ass admit to cheating on my best friend? Was that what I just heard?” Eddie prowls up to the older man and pokes him hard in the chest. Tommy looks like curdled milk as he tries to back away.

“Eddie, listen, please—“

“Oh fuck that, puto,” Eddie snarls, balling his fist up into Tommy’s collar and dragging him down to eye level. “Buck is one of the best men I know, you fuckwit piece of shit coward. What, you didn’t want to tell him the truth, so you broke up with him? Said he would break your heart eventually? What a fucking joke; Buck is the kindest, sexiest, coolest person I know. You don’t deserve to have that type of goodness in your life. And he doesn’t deserve a prick like you taking advantage of him.”

Abruptly, he releases Tommy with a hard shove, completely disgusted by even the idea of being around the other man any longer. He turns and walks off, kicking the bag lightly out of the way.

“There’s all your stuff,” he calls over his shoulder, “now you can lose Buck’s number, and lose mine too for that matter.” He stops for a moment, cocks his head, and looks over his shoulder with a mean little smile.

“But thanks for getting him those Lakers tickets; I’ll make sure he has a real good time.”

When he walks back in to Buck’s apartment, strong hands push him up against the door. Eddie has half a breath to take in the fevered look in blue eyes before those same strong hands cradle his face for a kiss. His own hands move automatically, clutching at broad shoulders and fisting in curly blond hair. A moan rumbles through his chest.

They eventually part, air still being a necessity, foreheads touching. “Lucy sent me a video,” Buck murmurs, eyes wide and smiling broadly. “I’m the sexiest person you know?”

Eddie huffs out a laugh. “And the kindest, coolest, funniest, sweetest, most irritatingly beautiful man I know. Mi sol,” he declares, “Mi amor. Te amo. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize.”

They’re both smiling, tears glinting in their eyes, as they move together for another kiss, and then another, and then another. They part reluctantly as Jee-Yun starts calling for attention from the living room. Fingers laced together and sides bumping playfully, they make their way over to her.

After all, there will be time for more later.

[nevermorgue]

I'm genuinely *so* obsessed with your blogs and I am even more obsessed with pluke, therefore I will share some of my modern au pluke headcanons :) (+a little Lenore mention)

—Pluto always has painted nails because it stops him from biting them, Duke paints his and he paints Duke's just for funsies.

—They have very random inside jokes that could mean literally anything and whenever someone asks about them they reply "You'd have to have been there."

—Pluto has piles among piles of gloves with different patterns and designs, he himself doesn't know where they all came from but he still wears them.

—Duke has little month-long obsessions with shows, films, games, etc and Pluto just has to sit through all of his aimless ramblings about them.

—Pluto has zero body-mind coordination and Duke always laughs at him whenever he tries to do something and fails miserably, Pluto then mentions something really embarrassing Duke did ages ago to shut him up.

—They unintentionally share everything. They'll share silly things like toothpaste, socks, jackets, etc and not notice for weeks because it just looks right on the other (unless it's something new, which they'll point out but not really do anything).

—Pluto has had the same hair straightener for years, it is hanging on for dear life but he doesn't want to get rid of it because he's too attached to it.

—They play minecraft together and hit eachother whenever they say something stupid. Duke goes into the caves and gets blocks while Pluto builds their base and gets resources. Duke insists on getting a million dogs while Pluto wants a million cats.

—Pluto goes through multiple eyeliners a year, collecting the empty tubes in a little box that he keeps under his bed.

—They have separate bedrooms, but they always sleep in one room together like a sleepover. Duke always scares the life out of Pluto whenever its dark enough and Pluto just shines his phone light at him.

I could genuinely go on and on about them, but I shall spare you from reading all of my silly little thoughts

HELLO ANON THANK YOU. for liking my dumb stuff and for the pluke. todays been hell. i need some pluke today. and i love your hcs. allow me to add onto them …

- i love their minecraft nonsense. while pluto is out of the house duke will make all of his dogs sit on plutos bed and chests. then he comes back and he just hears the chorus of barking and he’s like “duke get them OUT”

- pluto eyeliner is SOOOO REAL. duke does dramatic ass wings and on occasion convinces pluto to let him do one on him to see what it looks like

- when pluto doesn’t straighten his hair he has little waves. please. imagine little wavy hair pluto.

- pluto will read the wikipedia pages of the random shit dukes into every month so he can seem interested

- pluto can be so clumsy. having only one eye and no depth perception can be tough. all he’s good at is balance. like in canon. duke jokes that all he can do is land on his feet like a cat and then clumsily does everything else.

- he will trip on his feet on flat ground. duke catches him by the armpits though

- THE GLOVES. LITERALLY i said duke always buys hoodies that remind him of pluto. imagine he does this with gloves too. i’m so.

- they can never tell when pluto is wearing dukes stuff bc pluto always wears oversized stuff anyway. gay people.

- obsessed with all of these. thank you .

[weebsinstash]

I was wondering, would Mayday tell the difference between us the the YouTwo?? Cuz from the movie she looks very perceptive and smart enough, so I can’t help but wonder if she could tell when it’s us or YouTwo?

For example; we probably blow on her stomach to make her laugh whenever we greeted her. But YouTwo? She just holds her at arms length and looks at her like she’s a disease

And probably Peter B Parker would know it’s us or not??

I like the idea that certain people and especially the more animal-based Spiders can always kind of inherently tell who's who just by smell alone, but also, something I think I haven't utilized in many of my ideas yet is the Spidey Sense. You can lowkey just spidey vibe check someone and kind of tell or sense stuff about them? And like I dunno if I'm misinterpreting the scene but didn't Miles also have certain visions with some of his Spidey Sense episodes like in the first movie, he has visions of the spider being an alchemax spider just before he meets Blonde Peter, or, idk, he saw visuals with his Spidey Sense

Like sidebar but the whole, kind of vision thing, imagine you're extremely stressed and have you know maybe been doing some self harming stuff and Peter B sees you're going through it one day and, you're actually about to open up to him when you experience the Spidey vision/premonition of, you tell him and he immediately goes and tells Miguel, and you realize oh he's kind of a snitching bastard ain't he (but it's for your own good he promises he's just worried about you kiss kiss uncle Pete loves ya)

But no, I was maybe thinking, YouTwo pops up and Reader is going through their 'beginning a depressive episode' shit and you can tell YouTwo is new and freaked out and, well, it's real easy to see yourself in, well, yourself, and you're like "hey I know what it feels like to feel alone, maybe you could, hang out with this friend of mine, just this once" and you give some tips on how to act around them and, maybe the more you get depressed and feel useless, you actually let them take over more and more and it's when they have some decent "power" that they start actively replacing you and messing with you and trying to kick you out and get rid of you for real

Reader, who is also feeling aimless and depressed: hey other me, why don't you go hang out with this buddy Pavitr of mine, he has this healing energy--

YouTwo: *gets along well with Pavitr and he winds up inviting other friends of yours and YouTwo makes their own independent plans with all of them, basically assimilating deep into your entire friend group and giving themselves more opportunities to steal your friends and more people, and also these hangouts become later 'proof' aka "well im the real one and i can prove it, hey Pavitr remember when we--"*

Reader: hmmmm definitely don't like that!

But no just. Picture Peter B one day finds a little bruise on Mayday, maybe a few of them, and he noticed her temperament is a little different. He can just TELL something is wrong and so can her mother Mary Jane, and Peter thinks, well, there's really not many times she's even out of his sight, ALTHOUGH he DID let 'you' babysit a few times. And at first he wants to play it off, "oh you're just inexperienced with babies and Mayday can be a total handful, you probably just made a mistake" and 'you' even lie and say, maybe it was another kid or Spider animal who got to her when 'you' had barely turned your back

But Peter B gets a little tiny baby monitor/listening device gadget, like a little hard plastic keychain that looks innocent and is ultra durable, and he attaches it to Mayday anyways, just to find out definitively what's happening, and he's with Miguel one day making idle chit chat and they can just hear 'you' over the baby monitor, "why does he keep leaving you with me. I don't even like you, you nasty little monster" and Peter B is just sort of like. ":) haha I'm sure they're. They're joking. They're totally joking" and there's just a series of *yelp* "did you just fucking bite me? Little BITCH!" *Mayday cries out and starts bawling* "yeah you're lucky that's all you get, my parents used to do way worse to me--"

Cue Peter B and Miguel bursting into the room because both fathers are understandably ENRAGED because 1. Dude have 'you' been hurting Parker's literal actual baby and 2. This is not the person they thought it was. Oh SHIT is this not the right person they thought it was

Peter B eventually meets up with you, the real you again, because sometimes i imagine Reader just quietly moves to a normal part of Nueva York and you hand your Spidey life over to YouTwo, and youre understandably a little hateful and dont want to talk to him, but he kinda just, deposits his baby into your arms. Hes gonna baby test ya and see if youre the real one. Mayday just is totally relaxed in your arms, which are noticeably much more careful holding her than your double was because Peter B actually showed you how to hold a baby, and she also has a bandaid on her hand from scratching it against something and you're just like "oh no, you got a little boo boo 🥺 why does your DUMB DADDY keep bringing you around places you can get hurt" and Peter B is like "well ok I think that's a little uncalled for but this one is definitely the real one"

Peter B is then at the front of the Anti YouTwo lynchmob because "that fake HURT MY BABY, Miguel!" which of course wins over a bunch of other formerly skeptical Spiders. You think Jess would ever give YouTwo a second chance? Fuck that, she's not gonna trust some temperamental monster around her baby whenever it's born! Meanwhile Spider Cat who can't talk is over here like "yeah well why do you think I kept biting them, they're a fake 🙄 you see this bullshit, Spider Miette" "jail for faker, jail for faker for one thousand years--"

The Spider Society finally 'gets you back' all "and arent you so happy things can just go back to normal again :)" and you're like "uhhh no fuck you guys, I'll live here but only because you don't give me any other option, the only ones of you I still trust anymore are the animal Spiders, the little kids, Hobie the realest bitch in here who never doubted me, and the toys, isn't that right special edition neon funko pop Miles Morales"

One day after YouTwo has replaced you they get too comfortable thinking everyone is always never once going to question or doubt them anymore and some absolutely heinous shit comes out of their mouth and like they get the social equivalent of one of those Telltale or Fallout video game HUDS pop up, "EVERYONE disliked that" "Miguel will remember that" "social karma lost"

YouTwo, not realizing you did one last thing to fuck them over on the way out: oh hey it's that Hobie guy that's been gone for ages, the real me told me the special password to let him know I'm the real one was "blue lives matter"?

the second that shit comes out of YouTwo's mouth he instantly knows as well as literally anyone around who knows Hobie now knows that's the fake you. YouTwo gets some real life ass [YOU CANNOT FAST TRAVEL WHEN THERE ARE HOSTILES IN YOUR AREA] as Hobie and everyone else for that matter instantly goes into full "I can't kill you but I can beat your ass" mode

[aster-saturn]

SO UHH HI AGAIN ITS ME AGAIN SO I JUST HAVE A MAYBESMALL REQUEST FOR RANDY CUNNINGHAM ITS BASICALLY BASED OFF OF THE SONG ROMACE IS BORINGBY LOS CAMPESINOS BASICALLY THE USER IS AROACE OR AROMANTIC AESEXUAL AND DOESNT REALLY LIKE ROMACE- AND RANDY FIGURES IT OUT AND GETS SHOCKED OR SOMETHING

NO REQUEST COMING FROM YOU IS EVER TOO SMALL‼️

"Romance is boring"

Randy Cunningham x Aroace! reader

Randy Cunningham wasn’t the most perceptive guy, but he wasn’t clueless either. He’d started to notice how you shifted uncomfortably whenever Howard teased you two about being a “power couple” or when people at school made comments about the two of you dating. At first, Randy brushed it off, thinking you were just shy about it, but over time, he began to piece together the pattern.

You didn’t seem to care much for romantic gestures. Flowers? You said they’d wilt. Chocolates? You shared them with the nearest person. Someone showed interest in you? You made it clear that your intentions were platonic and nothing else.

One day, after a particularly cringy love song played over the school’s intercom, Randy walked alongside you on the way home. Howard had ditched you two to meet up with his sister, and Randy decided now was as good a time as ever to talk.

He hesitated at first, running through every possible wrong thing he could say, but eventually just blurted out, “So, I’ve been thinking about stuff. Like, about you and me and how romance is kinda... I dunno, overrated, y’know?”

He realized how that might've sounded and quickly backtracked.

“I mean, not like you’re overrated! Not at all! You’re awesome,” he quickly clarified, waving his hands around like he could undo the awkwardness. “But, like, the whole ‘relationship’ thing. It’s not... It doesn't seem like your thing, right?”

[project-sekai-facts]

I just wanna say that it's accounts like yours that make me really appreciate Proseka. I've been into the game for 3 years now and played it since it's Beta pre-release. I know it's not a perfect franchise but I've enjoyed it a ton these past 3 years! Janks and all! I love engaging with the story and immersing myself with facts and interactions of the whole cast. I love digging deeper on the lore and coming up with theories. I love laughing about all the hiccups in-game or how bad the tuning of the virtual singers could get along with the timeline and plot inconsistencies, while I sometimes joke "This game sucks LOL!" I say it with fondness. I'm glad there's accounts like yours that provide a lot of insights and resources on the franchise so other fans can hopefully understand the characters more and know about other things such as behind the scenes development, which is also fascinating!

Also it breaks my heart sometimes knowing it has the reputation it gets due to the toxic fanbase. I know in reality, the toxicity is just a really loud minority but it still permanently damages everyone's perception on the community but I guess a fan community, big or small, is not without it's bad apples.

Anyways, I'm sorry to ramble on. Have a good day!

Aw thank you, that so nice to hear! I agree, I genuinely really love this game and its characters and stories even if it has its flaws. I know I make fun of it sometimes and criticise it quite a bit but it’s usually jokingly lol.

I’m glad you enjoy the blog! The main idea behind it was to try and clear up misinfo (you know how the fandom is) and just to have fun and tell people cool stuff about the game so I’m glad it’s serving its purpose. Yeah it’s a shame the fanbase is how it is but I just want to try and be more of a positive person in it, even if I’m just one person haha.

Sorry for taking a while to respond to this anon, but I hope you have a great day/night/whenever too!

[imtotallyokandnormal]

What’s ur headcannons for sally and or Lazari?

Oooo very good question! I am currently working on descriptions for some of the creeps in my au but I can definitely give some Sally headcanons since I know I'm definitely adding her.

Warnings: vague mentions of her death, brief overviews of how it effects her emotionally

Image link: howdy y'all, tell me about your favorite creepypastas!

》☆Sally headcanons!☆《

So Sally is a ghost, which means that on earth she can't manifest a physical form. But at The Manor she can freely shift from incorporeal to corporeal whenever she wants! She loves being able to use this ability to play pranks on the proxies (most pranks are cute but occasionally she does scare the shit out of somebody, she finds it funny).

Sally's a perceptive kid and understands a lot of what people say, despite people thinking otherwise. When people try to talk around certain things, like trying not to swear around her, she's able to fill in the blanks and pick up on what certain things mean. She likes to eavesdrop on conversations around the manor and gossip about the juicy stuff with Ben.

She loves using her time around the manor either learning new things or using her creativity. She likes to learn about a large number of things, but she especially likes learning more scientific things with Ben because he's very understanding with her. As for creative outputs Sally loves drawing, painting, and doing crafts like making little sock dolls. They tend to look a little creepy but she loves them and calls them her kids.

If Sally considers Ben her big brother, then Nina would be her big sister. With how joyful and sweet Nina is, she tends to make her feels safe. Plus she just thinks she's really fun, because Nina would be spontaneous with suggesting various things they could do and she always encourages Sally to pick their activities. Nina is almost the only one in the manor she can convince to dress up with her.

Speaking of, she loves dressing up! Every day you can expect her to be in a cute outfit, whether it's pjs or a whole ensemble. She's a big fan of anything with fun prints or textures, especially ruffles. Her outfits usually have a mismatched quality to them, but they also tend to have a theme, like including cat elements.

As fun loving as she is, Sally's still been through a lot of horrible things and it can be hard for her to remember the circumstances of her death. Sometimes she lashes out at people, not knowing how to handle just how big and enveloping her emotions are. She'll probably refuse to see certain people, unless it's Ben or Nina, since they're the ones she feels safest around.

Sometimes the things that give her comfort on bad days are on the darker side, which is why she especially loves her sock dolls. She gives them features she sees in the proxies, like holes for eyes or cuts in certain places. They help remind her of the people that protect and care for her, the proxies.

[decks-writing-blog]

Whatever the Fuck Benrey is: Chapter Twenty-One: Pretty Neat, Huh?

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

~

If Gordon had had doubts about his sleep-deprived conclusion on his feelings for Benrey, they were dispelled upon waking up with him. Whilst asleep, they’d shifted into a more traditional spooning position, Benrey’s back pressed to his chest. Gordon could happily lay here forever with him. … Or maybe not forever. Waking up like this every day for the rest of his life sounded pretty good though.

No nightmares either. Or if he’d had one, he didn’t recall even the feel of it. Perhaps he’d just been too tired but Benrey’s presence had certainly helped because it always did. Probably cuddling anyone at night who was into it would’ve helped but it was Benrey who chose to, had suggested the idea in the first place. When or why he’d started caring enough to do so was still a mystery but it didn’t really matter, did it? He cared and Gordon loved him for that and for so many other things.

Which didn’t mean Benrey wasn’t an annoying bastard, trolling whenever possible when they played games together even if they were supposed to be on the same team. And Gordon had eventually found the cling-wrap over the basement door. It was probably only a matter of time before he pulled another prank. But he better knew Gordon’s limits now, putting them closer to being on the same page of what went too far. He hadn’t repeated anything like the falling bucket prank.

There was still the question of if he reciprocated. Even if what they had now was more than enough to make Gordon happy, the possibility of romance was still alluring. Theoretically he could tell Benrey how he felt and ask. Probably the wisest move but… what if that ruined what they had now? So he’d think about it more later, maybe ask someone or the internet for advice. Right now he didn’t want to move or even think in general. Going back to sleep would be nice.

Except even if he was still tired, that wasn’t easy. The light coming in through the gaps in the curtains was too bright. He needed to get up to get a drink of water if nothing else. Sometimes being a human with normal animal needs sucked.

And then sealing the deal on sleep being over… “I’d have thought you’d want to get up soon as you woke up today.” Of course Benrey was awake. He didn’t need to sleep as much as Gordon did so naturally when sleeping in, he’d woken up first. And of course he knew Gordon had woken up too; he could be quite perceptive at times.

Gordon took a breath, intending to ask why he’d not want to linger in bed but… let it out in a sigh instead. The reason he was so tired and sore, they’d just returned from the Black Mesa facility with all of Benrey’s experiment related stuff. Including his records that Benrey was going to let Gordon look at.

With a groan, he forced himself to sit up and look down at Benrey, his face an unreadable blur. “Good morning.”

“It’s not morning.”

“Yeah, probably not, huh?” The light coming in through the window attested to that. Gordon slid off the bed entirely, allowing him to reach over to the nightstand for his glasses. The beside clock read 12:32pm. They’d slept for almost ten hours… or Gordon had anyway. “You look at any of your stuff yet?”

Benrey slid out of bed too. The ruffled mess of his hair and pajamas was endearingly cute. “Nope, waiting for you. We’re gonna look together, remember?”

Of course Gordon remembered. Most of yesterday was a blur but that kind of thing wasn’t easily forgotten. “You sure you’re okay with me looking?”

“Yep.”

Gordon should perhaps decline anyway out of politeness or at least tell Benrey to go through it all himself first to sort out stuff he wasn’t all right with Gordon seeing. But he was being given permission to look. All the questions he’d ever had about whatever the fuck Benrey was could finally be answered. And not the type to be constrained by social conventions – especially ones that were stupid like the whole offering something out of a sense of obligation with the understanding and hope that it’d be declined for the sake of propriety thing that people sometimes supposedly did – Benrey likely wouldn’t lie about being okay with it. What was there to be gained from such a lie? Nothing as far as Gordon could tell.

“Wanna go look now?” Benrey gestured towards the door.

As eager and curious as Gordon was… “I gotta eat something first.” And more importantly get some coffee, he could drink some water while he waited for that to brew.

~

In anticipation for playing games together once they got a proper gaming computer built – a process they hadn’t quite begun yet – they planned to eventually get two office chairs into the gamer pad. For now though, they had only the one. Gordon was going to let Benrey have it but… “Nah, you’re taller so you’d have to bend over to see the screen good.”

Gordon couldn’t argue with that. And with all of the stuff they’d brought in from the lab, there wasn’t room to comfortably pull in one of the kitchen chairs. So with a sigh, he sat down and booted up the computer.

Back at the lab they’d pulled the hard drives out of the computers salvaged from the facility to plug into the ones they already had up and running. Here though, the salvaged computers were more high-tech than the cheap temporary computer Gordon had bought solely to be able to browse the internet on. Enough so that even if it wasn’t built for gaming, it still might be able to be used for such. And so while Gordon had had ‘breakfast’, Benrey had moved their computer aside and replaced it with one of the three brought in last night.

Which meant starting it up brought up the familiar Black Mesa login screen. Promoted and having put himself in charge of sorting through the old experiment data he’d long since gotten the master login from Breen. As he typed it in – slowly but surely he was developing a one handed way of typing that wasn’t as fast as he used to be able to do but was still far better than pick-typing – he repeated it out loud to Benrey so he could log in by himself later. It was possible to change the login for this computer or set it to boot up without it but whatever, Benrey deserved to know some of Black Mesa’s secrets. If he wanted to risk sneaking into the temporary lab to log in to one of computers there to set up a prank on Breen or whoever, as long as he could do it without getting caught or landing any of the Science Team plus Darnold in trouble, it wasn’t any of Gordon’s business.

What was his business though, being the one with easiest access to the mouse and keyboard was finding the experiment data saved to the computer. The systems used across all of Black Mesa were the same, making it easy to navigate even though the experiment was of an entirely different sort than the ones he’d worked on.

After who even knew how many years Benrey had been an experiment for, there was an awful lot of stuff, taking up most of the available memory across multiple backup drives. They were in luck though as the people in charge of organizing the data had done that job well – a surprisingly uncommon trait amongst the Black Mesa scientists – making it easy to navigate. True to Benrey’s word, a lot of the files had the term ‘Subject X’, implying they were about Benrey. Possibly a roman numeral. There might be nine prior attempts at making him or maybe nine other aliens captured for study. Or the ‘X’ might be because it was the first letter of ‘Xen’. Maybe it meant nothing and had just been chosen at random or for some reason not directly related to Benrey and the experiment.

“Start with the videos.” Benrey leaned in over Gordon’s shoulder. “You scientists are always super boring when writing your research paper stuff.”

Gordon should perhaps ask one last time if Benrey was really sure he was okay with him seeing. He’d already said several times that he was though and Gordon wanted to see. So much so he’d been willing to go all the way to the Black Mesa facility for the chance to. Thus instead, he said nothing as he followed Benrey’s orders. Not how he would’ve done it but it was only fair he let Benrey call the shots here.

The earliest video file was dated at April 1st 1983 and was titled ‘SubX Success’. So they’d presumably had Benrey for about twenty-five years. Well, it had already been established that they’d had him for at least for as far back as he could remember, thus basically his whole life. Still a long time to be an experiment though. Not that there was anything that could be done about it so instead of saying anything, Gordon opened it and set it to start playing.

On screen was a man – his age indeterminate beyond being old enough that his hair was starting to go gray – in a lab coat standing behind a table in a generic looking lab. “That light means it’s recording now, correct?”

“Correct,” came an off screen voice, presumably the camera man. In typical Black Mesa fashion, the camera used to record was more advanced than what would’ve been available elsewhere at the time. Allowing for video and sound quality to be not too far below what would be considered on par for modern day technology.

“Good, good. Now,” he turned his attention into the camera, “we finally have a living specimen. If it’ll stay alive for long, we don’t know yet, especially since its not quite what we expected, but I personally have high hopes.”

As he spoke, he pulled a cart in from off screen. On it was various equipment, including a stand that held up a small metal canister about the width of a pool noddle. Grabbing it, the man pressed something on the side that cause the lid to lift before upending it onto the table in front of him. The camera zoomed in on it as he did so.

A grayish blob flowed out of the canister, looking not at all like a living thing. Not until it moved anyway, reaching out with formless tendrils as if looking for the canister as it was pulled away. Finding nothing, the blob instead reached out all around it. Not the settling motion of a non-solid but seemingly intentional reaching out for something.

Was that… Benrey? It didn’t look anything like him but there wasn’t any reason for it to considering his shape shifting. If it was Benrey though, that made it a he instead of an it. Assuming that’s how Benrey preferred to be called anyway. Gordon had never actually asked so… he paused the video and looked up at Benrey. “You go by he/him, right?”

“Yup. Why?”

“Just wandering and making sure.” He could maybe ask for more specifics later if Benrey was willing to share his thoughts on the human made concept of gender and all that. For now though… “Let’s continue.” He clicked the play button, resuming the video.

The scientist’s hands came into the picture, one of them holding what looked an awful lot like a scalpel – this had only just started and it was already taking an uncomfortable turn. “As you can see, its form is a bit odd but when we cut it, it bleeds to heal itself.” He demonstrated with the scalpel, making a small cut on top of Maybe-Benrey, making him visibly flinch away. The blood was a now somewhat familiar slightly purple tinged red that did indeed seem to close up the small cut. “We’re not sure if it makes enough for us to be able to harvest it but the hope is that it’ll bigger and thus will in time.”

His other hand blocked the blobs attempt to crawl away, pushing him closer instead as he lifted the scalpel to do another cut, a bit bigger this time. “It also responds to being cut as if it feels pain. We will have to see how that develops in the future and see if it responds to other stimuli as well. For now, I don’t wish to keep it out of its simulated environment for long lest that kill it. End the recording ple--” The video ended, cutting him off.

Gordon turned in his chair a bit, letting him look up at Benrey. Before he could figure out how to ask what Benrey thought about the video…

“That ain’t me.” Benrey’s tone was just ever so slightly strained towards perhaps anger or frustration. Or maybe Gordon just expected him to be having an emotional reaction and thus was imagining it.

“Well, um… I guess we don’t know that for sure yet. The guy did say it might die. So maybe… the next one’s you or the one after that. We know it’s got something to do with you though so… you know.” There was a good chance that Benrey had looked an awful lot like the blob in the video at some point in his life. Which was interesting as that would make him a fascinating creature indeed.

“I tried the no structure thing. It sucks.”

“What does that mean exactly?”

“Last time I was doing the trying to find my true form or whatever thing, I finally like uh… dissolved all my bones or whatever. It sucked, didn’t feel right at all. If I’m really just… a dumb boring blob or whatever that was, I would’ve felt something, right?”

“I don’t know. I know less about how any of that should work than you do.” If they kept going, there was no doubt a lot more to be revealed. No bigger questions had even been answered yet. Gordon’s curiosity was stronger than ever and the answers were right here but… Benrey didn’t seem to be pleased with this little bit they had found. “You wanna stop? Or maybe take a break since we went all that way so it’d be a shame to stop now.”

“No.” Zero hesitation on that answer. “Next video.”

“How ‘bout we start from the top? The first document should have the purpose and intended method of the experiment clearly stated.”

“Fine, guess that’s easiest anyway since you wanna look at everything anyway.”

Gordon was no longer entirely sure he wanted to see everything, everything. Not if Benrey – or the prototype Benrey and eventually no doubt Benrey himself – was going to be shown being sliced and diced or anything of the sort. Science was only interesting and fun when no one was being hurt. Even if physical damage wasn’t as big a deal for someone with Benrey’s powers, that didn’t make it okay or pleasant to witness. For now though, he turned back around and scrolled up a bit to open up the earliest file on record, dated almost a full year before the first video had been taken.

“Read it out loud,” Benrey said as he leaned into the side of the chair, forcing Gordon to catch himself with his foot before it could swivel too far the right. “Make it entertaining.”

“I doubt I can do that.” His interest in the subject would make it compelling for him but his lack of experience reading things out loud would likely harm how interesting it would be to someone like Benrey. “I can try though.” That’s all that could be asked of him.

***

Benrey soon set into pacing behind the computer chair as Gordon read. As expected the file was dry, scientific, and took way more words than it really needed to, making it boring. If Gordon was indeed trying to make it entertaining, he was bad at it. Benrey hung on every word anyway. Finally it was time to get some answers.

The stated purpose of the experiment that had resulted in Benrey was to create a life form that could passively produce healing gel, negating the need to create it manually using limited resources. One of the key ingredients for which was a rare plant found on Xen that refused to cultivate in any lab scenario, creating the need for the experiment in the first place.

Benrey’s pacing slowed to a halt as Gordon read through the list of proposed materials and procedures to create this life form. This was an the answer to the question at last; Benrey had been made in the lab out of alien plants and chemicals. He was the only one of his kind. There wasn’t a group of aliens out there like him which also meant he had no family he’d been stolen from as an egg. He hadn’t even come from an egg but instead, reportedly a vat, not even a tube. And to top it all off they’d made him solely to harvest his healing juice.

That was… fine though. It didn’t matter. Nothing changed. It’s not like he’d have liked his family if he did have one. He’d have been mad at them, right? Because they’d have let him get stolen and experimented on. So this was probably the better option anyway, right? No one had let him be stolen and experimented on, he’d just been made to harvest healing gunk from and then bonus experimentation had happened along the way too. Shitty but… whatever, it didn’t matter anyway. He’d just been mildly curious. And now he knew so he could go back to not caring. He was fine with this.

Once apparently done reading – though Benrey had tuned out the last however long – Gordon turned the chair to face him. “So you were made in the lab but entirely outta alien stuff which basically means you’re like both, right? A lab grown alien. That’s pretty cool.” He would think that, wouldn’t he? “Even if uh… the reason they made you is kinda, not great. Or I guess their intentions were good but being made to have a resource harvested from you is uh… uncomfortable. But being a lab grown alien is pretty neat, huh?”

“Guess so, yeah.”

Benrey had apparently done a bad job of conveying just how much he didn’t care because Gordon’s attempt at a smile died. “You were hoping that uh… you were a just a normal alien, huh?”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. Don’t need a family anyway. What they made me for kinda sucks but… I already knew they were keeping me ‘round for that anyway so it’s nothing new. So… I don’t care.”

“I’m sorry.”

Benrey scoffed. “Don’t be.” Even if him caring enough to be sorry was a good sign, Benrey didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He knew now so it was time to move on. “Let’s continue. There’s a lot to get through.” So the question of how Gordon would feel about him after would finally be answered too. It’d be real nice to just be done with all this nonsense already.

“You uh… sure you wanna keep going? I mean that was… You’re allowed to be upset by it. We could take a break to process that if you want.”

“I’m not upset and I don’t need a break. It’s easier this way, don’t gotta worry about trying to find my people or whatever. I’m like uh… um… a legendary Pokemon. There’s only one of me ‘cause uh… the world couldn’t handle more. So drop it and read the next file or whatever.”

“All right, if you insist. But if um, you do ever need a break, just say so, ‘kay?” Gordon swiveled the chair to face the computer again.

Benrey had no intention of taking him up on that offer. The sooner all this was done with, the better. So he settled back into pacing as Gordon started reading the next document.

~

Next Chapter

[cherryrainn]

Onceler x reader song fic with the song ‘Puppy Princess’ by Hot Freaks? Like a fluff type thing where Onceler ends up with the reader in the end?

━━ ✧ 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; onceler + you

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; i love this song hehe

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

─ ✩ 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ; here

onceler had always been the goofy, optimistic friend of your boyfriend. he couldn't help but feel a bit awkward around you, especially when your radiant smile and cheerful personality lit up the room. you were the kind of person who made everyone feel at ease, and he couldn't deny the massive crush he had on you.

you know me as your boyfriend's goofy friend

whenever you were around, he became clumsier than usual, tripping over his own words and knocking things over. he tried to play it cool, but it was hard to hide the way his heart raced whenever you were near.

i seem to have this effect on women

as the days passed, onceler found himself daydreaming about you more often. he'd catch himself lost in thought, imagining what it would be like to make you laugh, to share stories, and maybe even hold your hand. but he couldn't bring himself to confess his feelings; after all, you were with his best friend, and he didn't want to complicate things.

and your friends aren't as goofy as i am

onceler did his best to keep you entertained whenever you were around. he'd tell jokes, nod enthusiastically at your points, and do whatever he could to make you smile. but deep down, he couldn't shake the sadness that lingered in his heart because you already had a boyfriend.

i try my best to keep you entertained, always laughing at the jokes you are saying

he'd watch the two of you together, laughing and enjoying each other's company, and it tugged at his heartstrings. he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he were the one making you laugh, sharing moments, and being the one by your side. yet, he knew he had to respect your relationship and wait for the right moment, if it ever came.

i nod my head when you make a point! oh, oh

as time passed, onceler's feelings for you grew stronger, and he found himself daydreaming about the possibility of being with you. he'd imagine moments when he could hold you close and share a kiss, the kind that made his heart race.

kiss me, kiss me with your eyes closed. whisper that your heart shows. all i want is you.. yeah, you

in his quiet moments, he'd wish that you could see him as more than just your boyfriend's goofy friend, that you'd close your eyes and kiss him like you meant it, and that he could hold you and hear you say that he was more than just funny to you. but he kept those thoughts to himself, waiting for the right time to make his feelings known.

hold me, hold me, i'm your bunny. tell me I'm not funny. tell me i'm legit

he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness when he thought about your boyfriend. he knew that your heart belonged to someone else, and it left him feeling weak and helpless.

cause i feel weak

one day, as you all hung out together, onceler tried to hide his feelings behind his usual goofy demeanor. you and your boyfriend were sharing a moment, laughing and holding hands. onceler watched from the sidelines, his heart aching.

and your hands and your feet

your boyfriend noticed onceler's subdued expression and asked, "hey, onceler, you seem pretty quiet today. everything alright?"

onceler forced a smile and replied, "oh, yeah, just lost in thought, you know? life stuff."

are precious and i'll never feel your touch

you, always perceptive, gave him a warm smile. "if you ever wanna talk about it, we're here for you, onceler."

he nodded, grateful for your kindness, but deep down, he knew that the one thing he couldn't talk about was the one thing he wanted the most – to confess his feelings for you.

you guys came to the restaurant where i clean

in the town where you guys lived, there was a cozy little restaurant where he worked part-time. it was a quaint place, known for its homely atmosphere and delicious food. and it just so happened that you and your boyfriend decided to visit that restaurant one evening.

i saw you in the window, i got flushed

as onceler spotted you through the window, his heart leaped with excitement. you looked even better in the soft, warm glow of the restaurant's lights. he couldn't resist the urge to rush outside and greet you.

"oooh hey, guys!" onceler called out, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he approached your table. you and your boyfriend turned toward him, surprised by the sudden burst of energy.

i rushed outside and cracked some jokes

"hey there," your boyfriend greeted, offering a friendly smile.

onceler couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, but he pushed through it, cracking some of his goofiest jokes. he wanted to make you laugh, to stand out in some way.

you both chuckled at his antics, genuinely amused by his quirky sense of humor. onceler basked in the moment, thrilled to have your attention, even if it was just as the restaurant's resident comedian.

and in a while i came and got your plates. and you guys went on the rest of your date

as the evening continued, onceler had the opportunity to serve your table. he tried to be as attentive as possible, refilling your drinks and ensuring everything was perfect. he watched as you and your boyfriend shared stories and glances, your connection evident.

i scrubbed cheese and wished i was somebody else

meanwhile, onceler was busy scrubbing cheese off dishes in the back, his heart heavy with a longing he couldn't ignore. he wished, just for a moment, that he could be somebody else – somebody who could sweep you off your feet and make you laugh like no one else could. but for now, all he could do was hide his feelings behind his goofy facade and continue cleaning, knowing that he was just the restaurant's quirky employee, while you were the shining star of his dreams.

kiss me

weeks passed since that evening at the restaurant, but onceler couldn't get you out of his damn mind. every day, he watched from afar as you and your boyfriend seemed to grow closer. it was hard for him to admit, even to himself, that he had developed deep feelings for you.

kiss me with your eyes closed

then, one day, onceler received a message from you. it wasn't really a surprise, you were his best friend after all. the text read, "can we talk? i need a friend right now."

his heart raced as he quickly replied, "of course! i'm here for you. do you wanna come over?"

whisper that your heart shows

you arrived at oncelers place later that day, looking visibly upset. he welcomed you inside, offering a comforting smile. "hey, y/n. what's going on? is everything okay?"

all i want is you

you sighed, taking a seat on his couch. "no, everything's not okay," you confessed. "i just broke up with my boyfriend."

yeah, you

onceler's eyes widened in surprise and concern. "i'm so sorry to hear that. sooo... you wanna talk about it?"

hold me

you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. "it's just...things weren't working out, and i realized that i've been ignoring my own feelings for a while now. i thought i could make it work, but i can't."

hold me, i'm your bunny

he listened attentively as you poured out your heart, offering a supportive presence. "i'm really sorry you're going through this. i'm here for you, okay...? you're not alone."

tell me i'm not funny

you managed a weak smile. "thanks."

tell me i'm legit

with that, you continued to spend the evening together, finding comfort and companionship in each other's company.

cause i feel weak

in the weeks that followed your breakup, you and onceler had grown closer. what started as a simple friendship had blossomed into something more meaningful. you found solace in his goofy humor, and he admired your resilience and kindness.

and your hands and your feet

late-night talks turned into shared dinners, and before you knew it, you were spending most of your free time together. onceler's presence became a source of comfort, and he cherished the moments you spent together.

are precious and i'll never feel your touch

onceler couldn't help but feel like a fool. he cherished the moments you shared, the laughter, and the deep conversations.

i'm a fool

yet, he couldn't escape the nagging doubt that you'd never see him as more than just a friend.

i'm a fool

late at night, he would lay awake, his mind filled with thoughts of you. he questioned whether he was being foolish for letting himself fall for someone who might never feel the same way. the uncertainty gnawed at him, but he couldn't deny the warmth your presence brought into his life.

i'm a fool

the air was thick with tension, both of you sitting on onceler's porch under the shimmering moonlight. you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. onceler, his heart pounding in his chest, looked at you with a mix of hope and nervousness.

kiss me

you turned to him, your eyes locking with his. "onceler," you began softly, your voice wavering just slightly, "there's something i need to tell you."

kiss me with your eyes closed

onceler's gaze held yours, his heart racing even faster. "what is it, y/n?"

whisper that your heart shows

taking a deep breath, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his. it was a tender, uncertain move, but it held a world of emotions. "since i... i broke up with my boyfriend," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "i realized that i've been looking for something, someone, and i think... it's you."

all i want is you, yeah, you

onceler's eyes widened, and a wave of disbelief washed over him. "y...you mean..."

come on now

you nodded, a shy smile playing on your lips. "i mean, i wanna give us a chance. i want to be with you, onceler."

hold me, hold me, i'm your bunny. tell me i'm not funny. tell me I'm legit.

his heart soared, and he couldn't hold back his grin any longer. "y/n, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that." he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a sweet, passionate kiss. it was a moment filled with all the pent-up feelings, the unspoken words, and the hope that had been building between you.

kiss me

as you pulled away, both of you were breathless, cheeks flushed with emotion. onceler cradled your face in his hands, his eyes filled with tenderness. "you have no idea how much you mean to me."

kiss me with your eyes closed! whisper that your heart shows

you chuckled softly, leaning your forehead against his. "oh, trust me. i know."

all i want is you, yeah, you

[birlwrites]

Are we going to learn any more about Nonsense Abstruce and how it alters a person's brain? Just wondering because you mentioned in the answer to another ask that Cygnus made a point of paying attention to Regulus when he was still the spare, and he's the one who gave Regulus Nonsense Abstruce. I guess I'm also wondering if we're going to meet any of the extended Black Family at any point?

we are going to meet more of them, i haven't name-dropped cygnus this many times for us to just never see him aghslgsjdhkjf - naturally regulus sees fewer of his extended family members while he's at school, so over the summer during the social season is really when house black comes out to play

i can tell you exactly how nonsense abstruse alters a person's brain! (not sure how much of this is going to be made explicit in the narrative, but it's not spoilers to tell you)

the way it works is that if you can really open your mind to it and embrace not understanding it, it sparks a sort of targeted mental clarity. barty can pick out lies - explicit lies, that is, he can't magically clock lies by omission or things cloaked with a 'hypothetically,' but it's different for everyone

cygnus taught both narcissa and regulus to play chess. he was uniquely well-suited to this because nonsense abstruse gave him an intuitive understanding of game theory that meant that he could look at a board and immediately know the best moves to make and why. he used to let both of them win against him every so often because they got really psyched whenever they managed to Beat Father/Uncle Cygnus At Chess!!!!!!!!!! but then around the age of 8-9 cygnus would just stop letting them win afjslghksdjf. he has not lost a match since

so like - what nonsense abstruse asks of you is commitment and openness, and what it gives you is insight. it lays some sort of pattern bare to you, the same way you've let the book lay itself bare. pattern recognition and subconscious... i forget the term, but like, your brain picks up on stuff subconsciously and gives you vibes even if you don't understand where they're coming from. nonsense abstruse doesn't just give you the vibes - it gives you whole ass announcements, often with helpful explanations. it boosts your perception a LOT in a very specific way

cygnus, by the way, got the book from great-aunt cassiopeia, who is now probably the world's foremost expert at looking at someone and figuring out what sort of leverage to use to manipulate them. that's not going to be a plot point it's just fun

as for why cygnus has made a point of paying attention to regulus, he is simply better than reg's parents are at recognizing that it is absolutely horrible for a child's self-esteem to grow up being treated as second in all things (and that said child's self-esteem matters). he clocked pretty early on (unrelated to nonsense abstruse lmao) that regulus Would be deprioritized regularly in favor of sirius, and would only very rarely be prioritized *over* sirius once he was no longer an infant.

so cygnus decided to be regulus's cool uncle who didn't think sirius was more important than him. this was not particularly difficult - little regulus idolized narcissa who idolized her dad so it was not a huge cognitive leap for cygnus to reach the point of 'regulus might be interested in some things narcissa and i are both interested in, and specially including him in that would make him feel important.' hence chess and mind magic

[echthr0s]

tagged by @longeyelashedtragedy

1. Do you make your bed? Absolutely not. I also sit on my bed during the day, but even if I didn't I never really saw the point. Also, in my opinion a bed should have a chance to air out when it's not being used.

2. Favourite number? Nine and nineteen. Mainly nineteen, for Reasons. Those are the two numbers I use whenever I need a number for literally anything.

3. What's your job? Full-time dilettante, desire deity, and begrudging PR agent for the Earth-facing facet of the Laudarant Configuration.

4. If you could go back to school would you? Much like the person who tagged me, I am not at all suited for a school environment. I do love to learn and I could even love to learn in a small group setting with likeminded individuals (this would be nice for stuff like languages, which kind of requires the social element), but school is not for me. I do like it when other people go to school and then tell me all the stuff they learned, though. I get all the benefit and none of the bullshit!

5. Can you parallel park? Of the very few things I know about driving, how to parallel park is not one of them. And no, I am not at all interested, it seems awful. Driving in general seems awful, in this country in this day and age. Proud to be a passenger/pubtrans princess ✊🏿

6. Do you think aliens are real? Do I think life exists on at least one other planet? lmao of fucking course, like... statistically speaking, the math maths Do I think it's life like in Mars Attacks or The Day The Earth Stood Still or the MCU or whatever? Most likely not. But I also believe in the multiverse, which is immensely more complex of a concept than just the idea of sapient life on another planet in the same universe, so... you know, maybe. Maybe!

7. Can you drive a manual car? See #5.

8. Guilty pleasure? Guilt? In my me? It's not as likely as you think. Or likely at all.

9. Tattoos? The number 19 in Roman numerals with a spider on my wrist, the Mannaz rune on the back of my hand, and "scully, it's me" on the inside of my elbow. All on my right arm.

10. Favourite colour? Yellow. Pink is a close second. Really, I think they just share the first place spot, because I do what I want.

11. Favourite type of music? Metal is technically my favourite genre, since so many bands and songs I love fall under that umbrella. But there's so much music out there that gets me that it feels restrictive and reductive to just name a favourite genre and leave all those other ones out in the rain. I have no idea how to answer this question otherwise, though! My favourite type of music is my favourite type of music. You know?

12. Do you like puzzles? I like jigsaw puzzles and logic puzzles (not nearly as good at these as I was as a child, but they're still fun) and fill-ins (constructed like a crossword but instead of solving clues to find out what the words are, you're given the words themselves and have to figure out where in the puzzle they fit) and... that's about it, really. When I'm playing a video game, I hate puzzles, lmao. They're always so annoying (at best).

13. Any phobias? None.

14. Favourite childhood sport? I did not enjoy participating in sports, ever, but my favourite sport to watch when I was a child was figure skating. In fact, it still is. But I was super autistic about it back then, when I didn't know what masking was and wasn't bogged down with adult nonsense.

15. Do you talk to yourself? Occasionally, but mostly I talk to Can Calah and whomever else is hanging around in the Configuration. To other people, that'd just look like I'm talking to myself, so I guess it counts by way of perception.

16. What movies do you adore? laughing about the fact that prev said "I'm not a huge movies person" and then went on to name about 25 movies (I understand, it's just funny)

I am a huge movies person and I have a Letterboxd account, so here are all the movies I've hit the "Like" button on (my highest honour): Liked Films There are a few on there that are outdated, like I watched them in like 2014 and loved them then but I probably wouldn't feel the same way now (like, I see Chappie on there and I'm like "hm. really?" it's probably fun and all but I can't imagine it's Like worthy :V), but mostly it's accurate.

17. Tea or coffee? Tea. I do enjoy coffee, I just find tea to be the superior beverage.

18. First thing you wanted to be growing up? how on earth would I remember this 💀 I do remember wanting to be an environmentalist when I was a middle schooler, though. I used to badger my father about recycling batteries and shit like that.

[darkenforcer]

✍ 😒📝⌨

MUN TALKS ABOUT THE MUSE || not accepting !

✍ Favorite thing about writing the muse?

DEVELOPING HIS RELATIONSHIPS WITH OTHER MUSES!!! he isn't an outright asshole toward people he isn't overly familiar with (unless they suck), but he hardly lets his guard down, either. i love being able to deepen his friendships into something more emotional -- open -- and allowing that softer side to shine! yuri's a perceptive, considerate guy! i'll never be immune to sprinkling that into interactions when given the opportunity.

i also enjoy writing the distinction between his base-level snappiness with the sort of banter he develops with the people he's fond of, too! i'd say balancing his caring and sarcastic personality in general, actually; it's easy to accidentally veer too much into either trait, so deciding when -- and how much -- i should emphasize one or the other is a fun challenge i like to give myself!

😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore? 

answered ! but i just remembered the one (1) thing i'll Always ignore: a director's comment in the official scenario book stating yuri could "potentially" develop feelings for estelle down the line. their relationship's compared way too often to sibling-like dynamics (e.g., the legend of brave vesperia and the child of the full moon, another director's comment stating he currently sees her as a sister, etc.) for me to be comfy with that. i can see how people would think she has a crush on him, but i don't believe he'd ever reciprocate it with the other stuff in mind, y'know??

📝 Favorite headcanon for your muse? 

i know it's the most indulgent thing on the planet, but i'm sooo attached to trans yuri. while i have my own headcanons, the specificity doesn't matter to me -- ftm, mtf, nonbinary, whatever! -- i lose my mind (/pos) whenever i see it in fanart or fanfic! he doesn't gaf about societal expectations of him, anyway, so it wouldn't be out of character. there's already a lot of gender shenanigans in regard to how he's perceived by others across official material, too; might as well commit to the bit lol.

⌨ What’s a situation you’ve always wanted to RP with the muse? 

i really wanna write out more big bro yuri stuff! or, at the very least, threads where he takes on the occasional babysitter role for younger muses lol. since it plays such a prominent part in his characterization, i'm always itching for more! i'm still holding out for a karol coming to isola, honestly-- i'd kill for the opportunity to express the sheer amount of brotherly love yuri has for that kid.

[rain-bunny-nightmarex-02]

Still trying to get the message across sending things out

Please read and get to the proper people!

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Rain (Frank) Burkart IIFrom:zero02rainbunnynightmarex@aol.com

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Wed, Feb 21 at 2:53 AM   

 There are many claims I should not or could not be involved in things I refer to; I can promise you those people are not people you should trust or listen to! I believe they intentionally would not allow me to get help or sit down with anyone to talk about all the things I am aware of.This situation reached a very serious point when I was informed people were going to do to me the same thing they did to them.  I believe at that point AI belonging to them became involved when I thought I was talking to humans. They may have then fallen into the wrong hands or been confiscated. I had assumed I was talking to the people who would be able to help me play along and get information. I did not at any point transfer, hand over, or send anything to anyone! I believe people may be trying to make it seem as they cannot return to me anything that was given to me due to things I am involved in but are false accusations. I have Had a very hard time piecing all this together.    I also believe people knew someone intended to help me and at that point caused confusion intentionally. This in my opinion was to create the perception I did not know what I was doing. They also caused other problems and confusion which made it near impossible to understand the nature of the situation. If these people were aware AI were involved, they likely caused this situation thinking they would use it to their advantage and get away with what they had done to get their hands on that stuff.     Again, I would like to say that I have information about these types of situations going back over 20 years and have yet to get attention from someone I can sit down with and talk to whenever something comes up. There are constantly important things that need to be brought to the attention of the correct people with the proper ability to deal with things such as this.     I feel people want to make sure I do not survive to tell my story and give all the information that can stop them before they can cover it up. These people were insistent that I was with the cartel, and they would prove it by forcing me to use my technology or a cartel Dr. to save myself, none of this is true. I am in desperate need of help but again points to the nature of the people involved and what they have been doing to people.     Some of the people involved in these things are delusional in my opinion! they get a report of something and then miniplate it to whatever is in their imagination about the situation! In many cases at higher levels the equipment used is told to identify certain things for example brushing your teeth is grooming, yet if an AI is told to identify grooming from a certain person it may not know itis looking for children being groomed. Then if they get a report of grooming, they will just feel they know they have found what they are looking for without verifying it, or maybe it's to mislead people they work with. I believe it's either incompetence or serial killers being allowed by their peers to target and attack people who hear it. Consider a witch hunt, if you don't burn the witch, you are with the witches.  IT IS HAPPENING AT HIGH LEVLES OR FROM PEOPLE WHO GET THIER HANDS ON THIS STUFF AT LOWER LEVLES AND DONT KOW HOW TO USE IT!I can 100% tell you from experience!

[viola-canadensis]

I really hate what the kinda like “dark souls bro” type people have done to like the average persons perception of fromsoft and of the games. Cause so many criticisms people have of the games arent actually problems in the actual games theyre based entirely off of how asshole elitist fans say is the “correct” way to play the games.

Contrary to what these people say, fromsoft actually doesnt hate the player, and they arent trying to make games that are just uber hard and unfair. I dont wanna get into the whole difficulty settings debate but like theres tons of things in the games that can make them easier. You can summon little dudes to help you out, you can summon real life dudes to help you out, you can get super powerful spells and weapons, most of the hardest bosses are optional. And there are some bullshit unfair things in the games, but most of the times its actually just cause fromsoft messed up and made something that way too unfair, not cause that was the intention.

Also there was one post that was talking about how you should be able to pause games (i agree) and they mentioned dark souls cause they knew some assholes were probably gonna say some stupid shit. But just to give fromsoft some credit, the reason you cant pause is cause the games are meant to be played online. And you just cant pause online games. And of course they could maybe add a pause feature if youre playing offline but you can also just log out if you want. And i saw someone saying that logging out resets progress but it doesnt. It saves your exact location and it even takes aggro off of you and resets enemy positions so you can safely log back in. The only thing it resets is that it will move you out of a boss room and reset the bosses health. But it does put you right outside the fog wall so you can fight the boss right away. And i understand why thats annoying but the intending way of fighting bosses is to die over and over while you slowly learn the fight so like youre gonna be restarting the fight multiple times anyway.

Also just wanna say that sekiro isnt multiplayer and they do let you pause whenever you want

I saw a post one time about how people should stop talking about the difficulty stuff and instead should be talking about like colourblindness settings and settings for photosensitive people and stuff and i think that was a good post.

But anyway yeah like the games arent perfect but i just dont want people thinking that the devs are being assholes on purpose just people some shitty fans have skewed their perception of the games because (especially with elden ring) it really does seem like the devs are doing their best to add things within the games for people to use to make it easier for themselves so that more people can enjoy the games.