#//that sounds weird i don't really mean it to sound like its lazy or anything

[mechahero]

[justa-fanfic-writer]

Yandere Katakuri x Male Reader

Warnings: Yandere (duh), shit writing, male pregnancy-ish?

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Yandere Katakuri who. . . First met you when you were just walking around the town since you had nothing to do today, so you thought it'll be nice to have a walk around town, not after until you saw a particular red haired boy who looks like he was eating... donuts?

You were strolling around the town since you were still new, and you don't really know your way around, so you thought you might as well explore around but not until you heard some faint noise... it sounds like... someone is munching...? since you were curious where that munching sound was, you thought about going towards the sound since little ol you thought it would be a cute animal eating!

You walked faster to the sound since you had your hopes up thinking it was still a cute animal, not until it wasn't a cute animal... it was some random kid with spiky crimson hair eating what it seems to be donuts? he seems like he was... in bliss of some sort? It seems like donuts were their favorite food!

Your thoughts were cut off when he pinned you against the wall with a long Spear like trident around your neck. He Than spoke, "You saw it, didn't you?" You could feel and hear the anger and rage when he spoke. You were pretty scared, like c'mon, a sharp, pointy blade near your neck like ofc anyone would be scared AF you were almost about to try reasoning with him until you looked at his face and gasped the crimson Haired boy was ready to hear you call him a monster like how the others did and was about to stab you until you murmured softy that only he heard something that absolutely fuckin shocked him "what a cool mouth".

when he heard you spoke those words in your very mouth, his eyes widened in shock! You thought his mouth was cool...? Not disgusting? A curse? A pelican eel? A MONSTER???? He then looked at you again, still shocked, and took back his Spear like Trident back, and he then akwardly apologized. He started putting on his white and black patterned scarf, and you said in a nervous voice, "i-its okay..." And then there was akward silence there was tension still in the air and maybe a start of a new weird friendship? (I got lazy for the backstory here, bare with me here 💀)

Yandere Katakuri who. . . At first, he didn't fully trust you. I mean, come on, barely anyone even wanted to talk to him nor even think about going near him because they kept all called him a freak and a monster, but when you both got even closer he was... a bit happy he had someone to talk to, someone who cares for him, someone who would hang out with but as the days gone by you both were than became inseparable you both would always do everything together and at first Katakuri first saw you as a sibling someone to protect someone who he cares about more than anything but something changed than as you both grew older...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Started to develop some feelings for you it was just small feelings not too much for him to notice it, but as the days went by he started to notice this weird feeling bubbling inside his heart and when he figured out he liked you in a romantic way he was shocked because he only ever saw you as a sibling! never as a romantic interest!

He full-blown denied that he like liked you, but when he actually looked closer... you were... pretty cute.

"WAIT NO! STOP THINKING THOSE THINGS. " he shaked his head to keep those thoughts away he only saw you as a sibling. NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS, yes, that's right t-this feelings will go away y-yeah it will!

Surprise, surprised it didn't

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Is slowly becoming more touchy and possessive and even more obsessed with you day by day he holds your hand in public more often he always asks if you want him to carry you on his shoulder or want to eat anything and he'll immediately call the chef's to make you sweet goods you were kind of weirded out by this behavior but you just honestly thought nothing of it since you were practically his only friend, and you thought that he was just being insecure again and wanted to you to know that he will always be there for you and just needs your comfort and attention so you happily embraced this new him with with open arms!

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Took it in a wrong and thought you're letting him do this things to you since you LOVE him, right? R-RIGHT!? You wouldn't EVER think about LEAVING him because you happily accepted this.

RIGHT????????

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Had the courage to now actually confess to you and hoped you feel the same, and if you accepted it, then he is ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC and will pick you up and give you a literal bone crushing hug!

but if you don't accept the same feelings well...

Seems like we're gonna have some problems...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . After you accept his proposal for you to be his lover, OH BOY, you're gonna have a field day for sure so better prepare for lots of cuddling and getting spoiled to the core because he will SHOW you that he will ALWAYS love you~<3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Married you not too long ago, both of you said your vows, and before you two kiss, he encased the both of you in a mochi squared house since he is still insecure of his mouth and finally have the both of you in a passionate kiss that could make anyone gag on how sweet you two were

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Will let you have your freedom because he knows that if he cages you like a little bird forever, he will never have a TRUE real relationship with you and doesnt want that he wants to have a real and lovely relationship with you. <3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Doesn't mind if you want children he would absolutely LOVE to have children with you~<3 its either you want some or he does.

[The end is so fucking random]

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I know this is kinda shit but... THIS IS THE BEST I COULD DO OKAY!?

[l13]

i love all the writing you’ve done on jonathan ohnn/the spot ITS AMAZING

but i just know that pre-collider spot is such a pervert towards reader like stalking her on social media legit screenshotting her posts and saving them to his phone… you post one picture of you in a bikini AND HES CUMMING IN HIS PANTS that man would do anything for you just to go out on one date with him or even notice him. (which i mean reader can clearly notice him by the way he always stares at her while at work, she just knows him as the “weird guy” at alchemax)

i'm gonna lose my miiiiiiiind

tw: LAZY WRITINGGG, f!reader, pervert!jonathan, m!masturbation, not proofread (it's 2am pls)

Not only is he stalking your socials daily, he's surprised when you greet him one day at work. He waves at you, but it's so awkward that he cringes.

He only goes at work outings just to see you all dressed up. He's glad that the places they go to are always packed, and that his blatant staring isn't obvious. He's literally sitting at the bar, alone, watching as you dance- a shy grin on his face as he sees you laugh with your head thrown back. Fuck, you were gorgeous.

If you guys ever worked on the same project while at the lab, he'd absolutely be losing his shit internally. He's seriously PANICKING.

Keeps side eyeing you as he pretends to work, but he really can't concentrate with you being in arms-reach at all times. Your perfume is clouding his brain, and he thinks that he needs to find out what brand it is and buy it, IMMEDIATELY. You say his name suddenly and his head snaps up to you as you start talking to him about smth work-related. Jonathan is nodding along to your words even though he's not hearing a single thing that's coming out of your mouth. He's too busy staring at the way your lips move as you talk.

"-but I don't know if that would be a good idea. What do you think?"

"Huh- 'm sorry what?" he's swallowing around nothing as he watches you chuckle softly, shaking your head, and he's scrambling to find something to say- throwing up a lame excuse of having a headache, anything to justify him acting like a caveman.

Literally replays the whole 3 second of this interaction in his head when he's home, and curses himself for being so pathetic.

The next day when he's still stuck working alongside you, (not that he minds in the slightest, it's just really, really hard for him to get any work done) you're invading his personal space, wanting to grab some papers that were left on his desk, and instead of going around him, you stretch and grab them from right next to him, and he swears he felt your tits brush against his arm-

that night he, once again, replays that day's interaction in his head, but this time he's whimpering while thinking about it, trying to remember the way you felt pressed against his arm even if it was for mere seconds.

He can't help but lower his briefs guiltily, biting his lip at the sight of his painfully hard cock. He wraps a hand around himself, closing his eyes shut, his mind immediately conjuring an image of you naked and panting for him-

"Fuh-fuck. Please fuck me, baby. Want y'so bad, shit-"

❥ weeks later ->

this might sound dumb BUT what if he's showing you smth on his phone and he goes to close the app, but when he does his social media is pulled up right next to that, your profile on display. Cold dread washes over him in a MILLISECOND, and he's yanking his hand back and away from you, closing all apps in lightning speed.

You're stunned, obviously. You wouldn't have thought anything of it, i mean checking someone's social media is not weird after all- but the way he reacted? That spoke volumes. And satisfaction pulls at your belly when you watch this man literally fight for his life. He's stuttering, readjusting his glasses constantly, even when he doesn't need to. And you're just sitting there watching him, trying to hide your smile by biting your lip softly.

"Jonathan.. d'you have anything to say to me?"

"What? N-no! Why would I?"

you shrug, "I dunno. You tell me,"

"Just, y'know.. I thought about following you since we work together 'n all..."

you hum, looking at him through your eyelashes, not believing him for a second, "Did you like my pictures?"

"What?!"

"You heard me,"

"Uh.. y-yeah. They were really nice."

Jonathan freezes when you scoot closer to him, one hand falling to his thigh "Yeah? S that what you do for fun, Jonathan? Stalk my profile?"

"No!-"

you click your tongue, leaning in to graze his ear with your teeth and he's shivering "Tell me the truth."

"Fuck... I.." his pretty lashes flutter when you squeeze his plush thigh, your hand inching dangerously close to his bulge-

You wait four more seconds, and when he still doesn't answer, your hand falls on the outline of his cock, and you're squeezing him over his pants. He moans, and you have to clamp a hand over his mouth to silence him bc of how loud he was. You were still at work, after all.

"Answer me, baby." you mutter against his jaw, and his eyes roll back as he whimpers, the sound muffled by your palm.

"Mffyesh- I do, fuck, I look at you all the damn time-"

You coo at that, starting to rub him over his pants "Yeah? I bet you touch yourself to my pictures too.. God, you're disgusting."

he nearly sobs, "I am, I am-! M sorry, just want you so bad- Please, I'm sorry- You're perfect, I couldn't help it,"

[theriverpointace]

i have this h2g2 headcanon that i'm really rather fond of. im gonna talk about it.

okay so first of all, ford has to be able to speak english. which means that he learned how to speak english. and no, i refuse to believe that betelgeusian Just So Happens to work exactly like english, wow what a weird and useful coincidence! because (a) that's just lazy worldbuilding, and (b) we have at least one word in betelgeusian that translates into english: ford's name, ix. "ix" isn't a given name, it's a betelgeusian word given to ford as a nickname because he couldn't say his own name—and, presumably, neither could anybody around him.

i say that ford has to be able to speak english because he lived for fifteen years on a planet full of people without babel fish in their ears. if he came down and started babbling in betegeusian, he would have had a very different experience here. so he either learned english before hitching a ride to earth (highly unlikely, imo, considering how little a role earth plays in the galaxy—i doubt any earth language is too well-known in the wider galaxy), or he had to learn english when he first arrived. this latter is also backed up, to me, by the fact that ford was a bit careless in his original research. i just feel like he would have done the same thing as when he chose a name: get it almost right, but just a little bit off.

i do think ford picks up languages really quickly. in most parts of the galaxy, it doesn't matter if he can speak a language or not, since babel fish are pretty readily available, and everybody has one. however, because babel fish are so readily available, there's no need for a universal language that everybody speaks. the babel fish only work for your ears, not your eyes, so somebody as well-traveled as ford would, by necessity, pick up some basics in a lot of different languages. these basics probably include primarily what you'll find on menus and in travel ports, if i had to guess. (maybe there's some kind of companion to the guide, a hitchhiker's dictionary. maybe that's part of the guide? idk.)

but aside from the necessity of being able to read at least bits and pieces of many languages when one hitchhikes, i think ford does it to make up for not knowing his dad's praxibetel. so what, he never learned the dialect his father loved. so what, he couldn't ever learn to say his own name. so what, he killed his own father/uncle by doing so. so what?? he's gonna learn every other language in the galaxy, just to prove that he can. he's running around the galaxy, convinced that if he can write an article about a planet and know its dialects well enough to read and write them, then what happened to him won't ever happen to anybody else.

and that leads me to my next conclusion: that ford speaks accented english. obviously, everybody does, but i rather like the idea that the way he talks on earth—and possibly, everywhere else—always strikes everybody around him as different. everything else about him does—why shouldn't his voice? so yeah my ford doesn't have a british accent.

but of course, once they're off earth, up in space, once arthur has a babel fish, there's no need for ford to speak english anymore, so he returns to his native betelgeusian ... which leads to a rather surprised arthur going, "ford, what the hell happened to your accent?!"

because since ford isn't speaking a language arthur already knows, the babel fish has to translate his speech now! and i suppose i don't think the babel fish translates accents. like, i guess i don't totally understand how the babel fish works (am i meant to?) but ... i don't know. i think the fish eats up sound waves and what it excretes is something the user can understand based on what's already in their mind. that is to say, arthur, who grew up british and with british accents, hears anything the babel fish as to translate in a british accent. so when ford stops speaking accented but understandable english, and starts speaking a language arthur doesn't know, the babel fish translates with a british accent because that's just what's in arthur's mind.

tl;dr ford picks up languages really easily because he's got something to prove to his dead dad, he speaks english, and it confuses the hell out of arthur when he stops speaking english because the babel fish doesn't translate accents. this is one of my favorite headcanons about ford.

[kurorenji]

Just a rambling about a few people opinions on Xiangli Yao. No need to read it, I'm just dumping my annoyance. You have been warned.

The hate on Xiangli Yao sound more and more ridiculous to me. I can understand if you dislike a character. But, saying that you will not claim Yao no matter what--do it if you want to, but no need to announce it in public, right? The heck are you expecting from it? Kuro gonna baby-ed you and give you Zhezhi instead? Dream on--, saying no one excited about 1.2, freaking speak for yourself, don't drag other people as you please. There is a few others, but my god, the ridiculousness of their comments make my blood hissing, so I will not quotes it any more.

Then there also the weird common reasons behind people hating Yao, like...

-Mid looking guy, literally Yao is so pretty. And he didn't use any make up like Jiyan, (those red eyeliner seriously enhanced Jiyan prettiness, I know I'm right)

-his clothes looks boring. HE IS A FREAKING SCIENTIST. A LEADER OF THE WHOLE JINZHOU'S RESEARCH LAB. What clothes you expect him to wear? A crop top like a certain Chinese doctor?

Is his clothes really is that boring OR is it because he doesn't show any skin? Is it because in that clothes he isn't showing any devine muscle like Calcharo?

SO ARE YOU SAYING THAT HE IS BORING BECAUSE HE LOOKS LIKE A DAMN SCIENTIST AND NOT SOME VERY MUSCULAR PEBBLE SCHOLAR?

Ahh... Whatever...

Work calling, gotta go, I will ramble again later.

Update :

I can't believe I just read comments that said "Basically Xiangli Yao isn't free because we need to do an event first to get him." Another comment also said "HSR give ratio without player need to do anything just login. Kuro could never."

Haaaaaaa... Haaaaa..... Ha...

You. Lazy. Ass. Children of somebody.

A character that One get without the need to spend any currency in the game means FREE.

Xiangli Yao is FREE.

And how lazy can you be even a little event got you grumbling?

If you actually dislike the game just quit. Don't stain this beautiful community any further. Actually I kinda suprise there are lazy people here. Wuwa demands skills and hard work in almost all its contents, I thought that gonna filter a lot of funny people but I guess I'm wrong.

It's a blessing that I never meet any of this type of people in PGR community. Yeah, probably I'm just in luck so far, but I really hope I will never meet one ever again.

[the-real-sasuke-uchiha]

Sorry for the incoming rant ignore at your leisure:

Am I delulu for assuming Kishi writes Naruto events in a vacuum? Like he will like an idea put into the story with no care for how it would influence the other ideas in it. Like the whole Uchiha massacre is such a cool plot idea in part one that has you thinking about why an entire clan is gone and who could even be able to do something like that. Then you start to think for about five minutes and it’s just like huh?

Unless Konoha erected a sound barrier around the Uchiha compound you mean to tell me no one heard or saw them trying to escape or heard their screams? It would have been cool to see how Orwellian Konoha had gotten if Kishi had shown people just ignoring them asking for help or just blocking it out with ear plugs or something. The Uchiha were given the Police force to control, and you mean to tell me not one of them had built a meaningful relationship outside of their clan?

The Hyuga are the only other dojutsu clan in Konoha now that the Uchiha are gone and that doesn’t worry them? Konoha has stopped being the protection it once was and now it’s harming the Hyuga more than helping. It’s weird how Hiashi doesn’t take Sasuke in afterwards with the excuse that the Hyuga are only ones that could reasonably help him with his dojutsu, betroth him to Hanabi and leave.

Idk I think Kishi had some interesting elements laid out in Naruto and it’s disappointing to see them not taken that extra step forward. I know Naruto is a shonen and what I’m talking about is probably a whole other genre, but it hurts to see some of the potential in Naruto left aside.

Hi there anon. Please, bring all the rants you want, I love ranting! And I feel you! Totally!

About people not hearing anything during the massacre, I always assumed it was because their compound was located in the outskirts and probably far from the rest of the village. That is why Danzo wanted to segregate them, to make them easier to control and easier to kill. But I think it is safe to assume that the Uchiha didn't really have friendly relationships with the rest of the clans of Konoha. I believe there must have been a bias against them, not only because they were forced into a job position that was not bound to inspire much sympathy, but because nobody seemed to have a problem with their oppression. Nobody seems to care that the Uchiha were excluded from leadership, and in the anime nobody seems to care when Fugaku protests their segregation. The rest of the clan representatives remain silent as Fugaku's claims are dismissed by the Hokage.

You know, I don't want to bring any real life examples because I don't want anyone to be offended if an anime blog starts talking about real genocides. But it is sadly possible for people to see murder and cruelty before their eyes and do nothing. I don't know if that was exactly the case here, maybe they did not hear the screams that night, but the events leading to the massacre did not happen overnight. There was a structural oppression against the Uchiha, there was pseudoscientific racist bullshit spread by Konoha's leaders and the Uchiha were intentionally excluded. And nobody seemed to have any problem with that.

I also agree that it is weird there is no apparent relationship between the Uchiha and the Hyuga. You know, apart from the government-sanctioned bias against the Uchiha, since the Uchiha were excluded from normal ninja missions (apart from a few exceptions), I guess, there was less opportunity to create bonds or a sense of teamwork with other clans. And maybe this contributed to their ostracism. That is how I would explain their lack of relationship, but I agree that in reality it is probably due to lazy writing. Also, since each clan has its own set of traditions and, most importantly, its own secret techniques, I find unlikely that they would take someone from an outsider clan. To be honest, good riddance. I don't think Sasuke would have been any happy under the rule of that enslaver Hiashi.

But I feel you, yeah. The lost opportunities in this manga are extremely painful.

Thank you, anon. Come back with your rants anytime. I am sorry I took so long to answer, I really did not have time to right a long text and this ask deserved it. Take care!

[frenchmina]

Tea and Time

A/N : This is my second ever fic, another one shot I wanted to write in opposition to the very angsty first one. I was talking with my best friend about what we considered being moments of true happiness, and this little fic is what was born from the conversation. I hope you enjoy, don't hesitate to tell me how you felt about it since I'm just starting out in fic writing ! Also, english is not my first langage so there might be some mistakes, sorry about those.

Pairing : Joel Miller x reader / no physical description of reader. No use of Y/N.

WC : 3.1k

Warnings : None really, it's just pure fluff and tenderness. There's just mention of the reader's fear of abandon.

Summary : A lazy sunday with Joel allows you to reflect on what love truly means to you.

You would hear the ticking of the clock if you had one. One of those ancient machines made of wood and glass which made their grand musical entrance during complete silences — tic… tic… tic… 

Your grand mother had one in her living room, you remember it ticking away since you were old enough to understand the concept of time. You would look at it intensely and try to will the needles to slow down, because, let’s face it, there was no way in hell you weren’t a witch. 

That certainty had, since those days at your grandma’s, seen some bumps in the road. First of all, you had not received your letter to Hogwarts, which had been a bummer. If you were being honest, you still blamed the postal system and its incompatibility with owls. But as time passed, you had made peace with the fact that you would not be a wand-wielding sorcerer and had tried your hand at potions. Dirt mixed with worms, grass and gravel made a poor soup, but if you added the picture of a loved one and some of your family cat’s hair found on your clothes, then you were supposed to be able to ask anything out of your mother and she would comply… As time had passed, grass and dirt had turned into mint and rosemary, essentials oils and lemon, turmeric for the immune system and ginger to fight off a creeping cold. 

Some people would say you made tea. You knew better than to mistake your magic for tea making, and so did Joel. 

You two had just come back from a long walk in the woods near your house, walking the same path you would always walk on Sundays, the one where your hands knew exactly when to be joined and when not to be. It was almost like a danse, interlocking your fingers with his on the wider parts of the path, unlocking at the fallen oak to make your way behind him towards the pond, and locking again at the makeshift bridge he had built after you’d almost fallen in the little stream twice. It was the middle of February and as usual you had been arrogant enough not to take your winter coat with you.

“You gon’ be cold baby” he had drawled, knowing you well enough to tell you were about to argue that —

“I’m not a child, Joel” with that look on your face that betrayed how childish you were being.

“Ain’t saying you are, love.” He had tried and failed to hide the playful smile tugging at his lips, which made any hesitation you might have had about bringing the coat vanish. Your dignity sometimes laid in weird places; he loved that about you.

Of course you had been cold. Of course he had had to hold you tight in his arms while you had stopped to listen to the myriad of little sounds the birds and squirrels and insects and wind in the trees made in the deepest part of the woods. Some part of you might even have made the conscious choice not to put on that damn coat so he would embrace you in his warmth. He had done so with no more playfulness, just plain tenderness and love, his fingers drawing lazy circles where they laid on your sides, sending little jolts of electricity throughout your spine — alongside with the shivers of cold.

You chugged off your boots in the entryway, not giving a crap about where they landed, and made your way to the kitchen. 

“Gonna make me some tea, do you want some ?“ You had a habit of always asking him that, although you knew he was a coffee man and didn’t drink any o’ that leaf soup, as he called it. 

You heard him sigh behind you.

“Hell, why not.“

You stopped dead in your tracks and slowly turned to face him. You didn’t have to say anything, the shock on your face was enough to prompt him to explain.

“You’re always goin’ on about how good it is for ya…“

“Yeah… Yes, I am…“

“Come on dun make a big deal outta this…“

“I’m not !“ You cut him, the shock on your face slowly turning into a proud smile. “I’m not I swear, I’m just glad you’re finally acknowledging my talents as a potion maker…“

“I ain’t saying that yet“ he laughed, “lemme try and then I’ll be able to acknowledge whatever ya want.“ 

As you were carefully choosing what to pair with fresh mint leaves and valerian, you heard Joel moving to the living room and, with a content sigh, drop heavily on the couch. You smiled, conjuring the mental image of him spread out on the sofa, head resting on the back of it, hand coming to rest lazily on his thigh. You could just close your eyes and see him, the exact spot he was siting in, how his left arm rested on the green cushion.

The water was slowly starting to boil and the kettle made more and more noise, drawing you away from your little daydream. It amazed you how after multiple years together you still found your thoughts drifting towards him at every chance. Even that domestic image of him sitting on your couch made your heart flutter and a well-known warmth radiate from your chest.

Orange blossoms. It’s exactly what you needed to ensure relaxation, and that Joel would actually like it.

The water was boiled and as the kettle’s rumbling died down, you started to hear faint sounds coming from the next room. A melody, drawn from an aging guitar by expert fingers. Joel did not play often, he was unbelievably shy about it which kept him from working on it as often as he’d have liked to. Your fingers came to a halt, a bunch of herbs slipping from them as you listened closer; it was a new song, one you had never heard him play, but you recognized it instantly : Helplessly hoping, one of your all times favorite. It drew immediate tears from your eyes, your heart swelling and swelling so much you thought it was about to burst out of your chest and yell out its love for him. 

But then, without you realizing, it morphed into something else. The feeling of a weighted rock on your stomach, blood running colder in your veins, the tears threatening to be ones of fear.

You breathed. One. Two. Three. You were okay.

You were not about to lose this. He was not going away, not leaving you here alone, not running away. And if he wasn’t running towards the exit, you were damn well obligated to return the favor. It crept up on you like that sometimes. The fear that what you had was way too good to be true. It felt like a Damocles sword hanging above your head, always here to remind you that at the slightest mistake, at the second you were not exactly perfect, you would loose everything. Although everybody had told you that it didn’t happen that way, your experience proved them wrong. From your best friend of 8 years never returning your calls all of a sudden and moving across the country without telling you, to the boyfriend who had told you one day he had actually stopped loving you months ago, to all those tiny abandonments we all go through in life, you had learned not to expect anyone or anything to stick with you. And maybe, at one point, you had started to believe you weren’t worth the trouble of saying goodbye. 

Joel had not actually said anything to ease the fear that he would be leaving, he had just not left. Never. And while the fear creeps up on you, whispering in your ear to just get the hell out before he inevitably abandons you, it’s the only thing keeping you together : he hasn’t left, has not promised anything more than what he’s capable of giving you, but most of all he’s proven time and time again that he would always be honest, that he would never hide his fears and doubts from you. He’ll never leave you alone with the eternal nagging question about why you were not good enough.

You slowly calm your breathing. You can’t control him, can’t make him stay if he doesn’t want you, he’s utterly free — and you are too. You are free enough to choose to be here, to choose to listen to him playing your favorite song on his worn out guitar while making him tea and actually enjoy it. You’re free to let go, he made sure of that. So you do.

You listen. You take it in. This gorgeous man who’s had the time to define what he wants out of life, and who, with that knowledge, has decided to put his energy into learning a song he knows fills your heart with joy just to be able to see you smile.

He’s been working on it for a while now, the chords actually gave him a hard time. It’s gonna need a bit of work still, he thinks to himself while trying to pay attention to the noises coming from the kitchen. Did you hear him yet ? He wanted to be able to play it in front of you, to say “Here it is my love, I learned it so you could sing along to your favorite song.“ But he is such a coward… He would not take it well if he saw the slightest hint of disappointment in your eyes, but he also knows you would never be disappointed in him. Throughout your years together, he’s learned you would never expect anything of him but the best he could be or do, even if it was messing up one chord out of three in your favorite song. 

You were so understanding, so sweet with his mistakes — and he had made a bunch. You would always take him by the hand and squeeze it just tight enough to tell him I’m here, I believe in you. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever felt; he doesn’t actually know how he could live without your love, now that he has had a taste of it. Everything in his life was made better by your presence. He had learned that he was okay, that he was worth someone’s trust. He wouldn’t be able to un-learn it.

He also knew perfectly well that learning to play a song you liked or giving you his coat without a second thought when you were cold was just what you needed to trust him. He did not need to prove anything to you, to tell you over and over how stunning and loved you were — although to be fair he did tell you more than enough — he just needed to be there. And he was. Oh how he was. The depths of his commitment to you, to your life together, were lost on you he was sure. Your own insecurities prevented you from seeing how desperately in love he was with you, which made him realize that, as alike as you both were, you might love him with ten times the strength he thought you did. 

He was content to love you mostly in secret : in the little noise you made as you were falling asleep, in the way you brow furrowed and you clicked your tongue slightly when you were unhappy about something, in the way your eyes switched colors in the sun, or how you’d always bit your lower lip while reading a book. He loved you like he breathed, each exhale a song he would learn for you.

You appear out of the corner of his eye, and he immediately catches the tiniest sign that you might have cried.

“You good sweetheart ?“ 

You respond with a sort of sad smile he has come to recognize as the one you give him when you’re battling your inner demons. He won’t push, he knows you’ll speak if and when you want to, and you know he’ll never turn you down when you need him. 

“Common then, let’s see if y’are a good witch or an evil one. Will this…“ he smells the fuming tea out of his favorite mug “mixture a’ yours turn me into a frog or a prince ?“ 

You scoff, he’s offering you playfulness to get out of your meltdown and you take it gladly. “You’ll just have to drink it and see, a witch never tells“ you lean towards him to teasingly rub the tip of your nose along his, and hear his breath briefly catch in his throat before you let yourself plop down on the couch next to him.

Joel carefully puts down the guitar in its case, brings the tea to his lips, stops for an instant and studies your face, as if looking for a proof this actually is about to transform him into a frog. You don’t say anything, relishing in the feeling of his attentive gaze on you.

“Nah… you ain’t about to turn me into nothin’, I’d be useless to you as a frog.“ Before you even have the time to think about a snarky response, he’s gulping down a huge sip of tea. Your eyes widen.

“Shit ! Fuckin’— god dammit — fuck it’s hot !“ 

“Why would you…“

“Turning me into a damn volcano that’ what you’re tryin’na do ?“

“Not my fault you’re chugging the damn thing like it’s a beer ! “ You say while trying to hide your laughter and getting up to get him a glass of water, but his hand lands on your arm and he pulls you back towards him.

“Where d’you think you’re goin’, witch ?“ You laugh wholeheartedly now, which elicits a smile on his lips. He’s enclosing you in his embrace now, his strong arms wrapping around your frame and pressing you to him. The mug has found its place on the coffee table again, the two of you tangled in each-other, time starting to pass at a whole new pace. You don’t really know if it’s going faster or slower, it just isn’t on the same rhythm as the rest of the world anymore. The seconds might be hours, the hours weeks, or the other way around. In movies, the ticking of the clock would slow, completely disappear even, to let the spectator know reality was slipping. 

Time doesn’t feel like time anymore when you’re this close to him. He is like your own human sized black hole. 

Joel hums and you feel the vibration throughout your entire body. It’s like you’re both tuned to one another, the waves of him resonating with yours; and in that instant, in that shared understanding of how much you both belong here in this moment, you start to believe you might actually be a witch. Because how else would you have been able to reach this type of calmness with someone ? Your eyes closed, your ears drowned in the sound of him, you picture your love as an oak, unmoved by time. Its seed grown from the adoration and trust you have for each other, made to withstand cataclysms, storms and droughts all the same, grown by the light of his loyalty and the rain of your empathy. A tree connected to the rest of the world by roots that sink deeper in you and him by the day, allowing the two of you to communicate without words. Those days, you realize, those uneventful and boring days when you just allow yourself to exist in his presence, are what nourishes that type of love.

“C’mon, put your feet on the couch and lay your head on my shoulder.“ He whispers, barely audible. 

You manage to do just that without ever completely detangling from each-other’s embrace; and end up laid down on the couch, your head resting on his chest and his arm around you. To your surprise, he reaches for the mug with his other hand and takes another, more careful sip.

“So… you actually like it ?“

There’s a long silence before he answers.

“Don’t hate it.“ He admits. 

The sun pierces through the clouds and warms up your face. A gentle sleepiness starts to overcome you when Joel’s fingers expertly land on your head and play with your hair. It’s safe, sweet, and loving. Like your whole being is bathed in his warmth. 

His hand in your hair tells you the story words never could : he’ll never leave you stranded, never vanish without an explanation. You’re his best friend, his light, and whatever happens between the two of you, whatever life throws at you, you’ll always have a place by his side. 

This is what love means, you think. No promises to be broken, no emphatic speeches about what you mean to one another, no grand gestures or empty pledges about what you’ll always or never do. Just this common understanding that your lives are intertwined wether you’re next to each other or not, just those tiny gestures and caring acts that tell how kind you’re willing yourselves to be for the other. The space to make mistakes and to let the other one make some to, the space to grow. Watering the oak tree.

It’s a fucking marvel, he is a fucking marvel. You listen to his heartbeat finding a common rhythm with yours, and you can feel his eyes closing as your own do, while his fingers still play with strands of your hair like they played the guitar, drawing a melody of happiness out of you just as well as they drew the notes from the instrument.

“I love you.“ You say, voice clear despite you slowly drifting to sleep. There’s a stillness in the silence that follows, you know he’s just taking it in, letting the emotion run through him before responding.

“I love you too.“ 

Another silence. 

“Promise it’s not the potion talking?“ You tease and he chuckles. You relish the sound.

“If it was, it’d be a hell of a potion to make me feel that way… Goes to show how powerful of a witch you are though.“ He could say so much more, but you don’t need him to. You understand him just fine in the way he caresses your shoulder softly before returning his hand to your hair.

You would hear the ticking of the clock if you had one. Since you don’t, you’ll make do with your very own metronome : your heart and his, setting the rhythm of whatever comes next.

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Thank you so much for reading, looking forward to what you thought of it ! Requests are open if you feel like giving me some inspo !

[karume-everything-else]

Flufftober 2023

Day 7: "Close your eyes" [Reader x Saitama] {One Punch Man}

This couldn't be any cozier. All the things your friends were going on about when you said Sai was your favorite hero had been completely untrue. Yeah, he was a little lazy and stayed at home when he wasn't doing his job; but that wasn't a bad thing. It had been so weird asking him out, you wondered if he even read your letter.

He had been kinda cute, flustered like that.

But now you were snuggled up to him while his roommate went out. Genos was a good guy, real sweet and all that. It was super easy to see why your friends liked him, but Sai was just as sweet. It just took a little prying.

Curled up against his, surprisingly slim chest; you felt safe. Relaxing with a movie that you were pretty sure Sai wasn't interested in, but he loved spending time with you. He told you directly that he didn't care what you two did, as long as he could spend time with you. At first, it sounded horrid, but the way Sai asked to go do things made you realize he really didn't care what was going on around himself.

He only cared that you were there with him.

"So, what's the point of her cat?" Sai thought out loud.

You shifted a little under the covers, "Do you really want me to answer, or did you want to find out on your own?"

"Hm?" He dug into his ear, "Nah, I'm good. Just a little weird that its the only animal that talks."

"There is an answer to that." You snuggled under his chin carefully, "If you want me to tell you."

"Nah, it doesn't really mess with the story or anything. It doesn't talk to anyone else so it's not like a plot hole or whatever."

You snickered a little, just enjoying the time you had. His arm wrapped around your back, slowly rubbing your back. It was extremely soothing, especially with such a 'do nothing' movie in the background.

"Sai, you're gonna put me to sleep doing that."

"Hm?" He didn't stop, "It'll be fine. You can just stay the night if you do fall asleep. I'll make sure you get up in time, promise."

"I don't wanna make things difficult for you or Genos though." You stifled a yawn.

"It's not a problem [Name], it'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"If I didn't know any better Sai, I'd say you want me to stay the night."

"Well, yeah. A little."

You couldn't help but chuckle as you relaxed a little more.

"Okay, so a lot." Sai continued, "It would be nice to cuddle you tonight."

"Then maybe we should tell Genos so he isn't blindsided by this. It's just rude to not give him a heads up."

"Yeah, sure. Lemme get my phone real quick."

You nodded while sitting up. Stretching and popping your back, all the while trying to stifle a yawn. Sai wandered back in with his phone in one hand, a second pillow in his other hand. He was prepping for your stay. The fact that he didn't just keep a pillow in his room for this specific reason. But he never wanted to force you to do stuff you didn't want to. Maybe he felt that it was too pushy to keep a spare pillow on his bed.

"[Name], I know it's not that late," Sai walked back in, "But maybe we should... go to bed?"

You lazily eyed the movie, seeing where it was, "Hmmm, yeah. Sure. I guess Genos isn't going to be back until late?"

"Yeah, something about..." He checked his phone, "Being asked to a dinner meeting with that movie star guy."

"Wait, the hero that does all the movies?" You tilted your head as you approached Sai.

"Yeah, I think."

"I mean, I guess that makes sense. But I don't get it."

"Hm?"

"He just seems like a jerk." You leaned against Sai's shoulder, "Like who let him be pretty when he's just gonna be snobby and petty?"

You could have sworn Sai snickered at your, admittedly tired musings. There could be a hundred reasons why, but you really didn't care. Especially as you settled in next to Sai.

"Hey [Name]?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"Love you too Sai." You nuzzled against his shoulder, "Close your eyes, okay? This was your idea after all."

"I know. Night."

"G'night Sai."

[fragmentofmemories]

I'm adding another drpg to my to do list woo. Also this is actually a really old post.

Unhinged, unedited thoughts about Operation Babel (PC port btw) because I'm too lazy to make up a coherent post. But also I want to talk about its mechanics (i like 'em and there's a ton of 'em).

Emphasis on unedited...

-Game features two modes for character creation. Basic and Classic Mode.

Basic Mode lets you choose from 45 portraits made by different artists (each one with 5 color options). Some portraits are neat, others not so much. Don't like fanservice much tbh...

Classic Mode instead is a full on character generator, letting you choose the character's facial features, hair color, voice and so on. They may look weird at first but they grow on you. The equipment given to Classic Mode characters is actually reflected in their design, which is an amazing detail. (I picked this mode though this is purely a cosmetic choice, and you don't lose anything by picking one over the other. wish i could say the same for other games...).

-The music in this game omg-

-"Blood Codes" are the classes in this game. They are based on mythical heroes (again by different artists), which are then assigned to each character.

-There's 20 codes in total, 2 of them each representing a specific role (Warrior, Mage, Thief and so on) and giving both skills and a small stat boost. Unlike other DRPGs, though, there is no reclassing. Rather, you can swap between codes while maintaining their level. However, you cannot transfer learned skills from one code to the other.

-Oh hey item crafting/upgrading is here. It's as fun as a mechanic as it's been in other DRPGs, so nothing new to say here.

-Permadeath is more forgiving, as any money a character has is brought back to the headquarters (town), and you don't have to bring any backup team to where the original died. Instead you can simply pay at the clinic for a rescue squad to bring them back, although it has a chance of failure.

-As always, though, you can just reset if this all feels too intimidating.

-Saving while in dungeons is still possible, but at a cost. You need an item which is both limited and costly, and it's consumable meaning you can only use it once before it breaks.

-Enemy reinforcements. Exactly as it sounds; Once you finish an encounter you may immediately be put in another fight. Very SMT1~

-...Wait this is the sequel why am I playing this one first--

[mastertengen]

Kiana Kaslana x Fem!Reader

"Aah, I want to speak with Y/n.. It's been awhile since we really talked." Kiana spoke looking at the raven haired girl infront of her trying to spark a conversation with her

"Are you gonna tell her, About you becoming the Herrscher of Finality?” Mei asked

"I don't plan on telling her at all, Mei.. I don't want to see her hurt by it." Kiana replied

"Don't lie to her, It's better to tell her the truth." Mei responds

"I can't face her with the truth, Mei. It's hard to tell the truth sometimes.." Kiana says

"Kiana--" Mei tries to speak before getting cut off

"Anyways! Mei, Have you seen Y/n around?"

"No, No i have not seen her. Sorry Kiana.." Mei replied

"It's okay, I'll go find her myself. See you later Mei!" Kiana says in a disappointed tone

The girl walked away from the conversation hoping to find the girl that she was looking for, Only to find her sitting alone so she sits by her hoping to hear what she wanted to hear for all this time

"Y/n, It's been awhile hasn't it?.. Sorry i've been, Busy. Y'know?" Kiana says

"Aha, It's fine really Kiana. I've been busy myself but, It's nice speaking to you again." I spoke my eyes being closed

"..Yeah, How have you been? Especially since you got injured the last time we spoke. I wish i was there to at least.. prevent that from happening." Kiana asked and blushed a bit as she looks down to see you and hers fingers intertwined together

"Don't overwork yourself to care about me i'm fine you should know this by now, Kiana. But i've been good." I say brushing my fingers against her thigh

"i know but, i just want to make sure your safe.. You're important to me, And many others.” Kiana replies

"Glad that i'm important to you, Kiana. Have you ever had romantic feelings for someone?”I asked

Kiana's face heated up more, She felt her whole entire body tense up alot of mixed emotions flowed through her head

"Yes!-- I mean Yes.. I have.." Kiana replies feeling nervous of what you’re gonna say

"Well, How do i say this without sounding..” I ask confused

"Weird? No, Nothing you say would sound weird." She replies

Of course Kiana felt like this whole scenario was already predictable, She’s been thinking about this moment for awhile. Even if her time was almost up.

“Kiana, i love y—“ I say before getting cut off

“Kiana. It’s time.. The core has chosen you.” Mei spoke from behind us

Kiana couldn’t even utter a word from her mouth, It’s like she felt her face go pale.

“Oh, Mei! It’s been awhile. You look so different now!” I say

“Hello Y/n. Kiana, Bronya is waiting for us.” Mei replies

”I’ll catch up to you and Bronya.” Kiana responds

“Where are you going, Kiana?” I ask in a concerned tone

“I’m sorry..” She says looking down to the ground

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong.” I reply

“I’m becoming the—“ She tries to respond before getting cut off

“The Herrscher of Finality right? It’s fine Kiana, I’m not upset.” I reply

“How’d you know?!” She asks

“I’ve heard.” I reply

“But, What were you going to say earlier? Before Mei came?“ She asks again

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Go meet up with Mei and Bronya.” I say trying to ignore the conversation

“After this is all done, We should all hang out! And get some of Mei’s cooking!” She says in excitement

“Yeah! We should.. Just like the old days!” I reply

“Goodbye, Y/n. I’ll go become the Herrscher of Finalty and go defeat, Kevin.” She says trying to be optimistic about this

“Goodbye, Kiana.” I reply before kissing her on her cheek

(No kiana reaction to that kiss cause im lazy this took me forever to write im thr laziest writer ever sorry not sorry its 8:58 pm)

(Also there's probably mistakes)

[byjillianmaria]

As I dive into the umpteenth draft of A Colder Home, I decided to do a meta dump similar to the one I did for Behind You! Very similar, actually... you'll notice that all of the photos are more or less in the same place. And that is because I am lazy. But not too lazy to ramble about inspirations under the cut!

SONGS

Once again, my eight track playlist for this WIP goes extremely hard, and once again, I could easy ramble about all eight of those tracks. I will stick to the three I selected for this graphic.

This Unrest by Siouxsie and the Banshees - In general, I associate this WIP with a lot of post-punk and goth rock, so of course I had to lead with an iconic goth rock band. The lyrics are haunting and capture a feeling of deep unease, which is the sort of feeling that pervades this book. Also, there are a lot of weird vocalizations in this... gasping noises that sound like someone being strangled, along with echoing, ghostly shouts. Both become very relevant.

Blue by The Birthday Massacre - I started associating this song with A Colder Home immediately upon hearing it. It absolutely calls to mind a house haunted by ghosts that are slowly being twisted by their anger the longer they stick around, the singing switching back and forth between calm and violent. The lyrics even reference a car crash! And the notion of "casting shadows in a pale shade of blue" does remind me of limited light making its way through snow-caked windows...

Double Dare by Bauhaus - Okay, I'm going to be real with you. I don't associate the lyrics of this song so much with this WIP. I mean, if you want to stretch it, you can say that Cleo's whole arc deals with her learning to "dare" to hope and to not live her life ruled by fear, but that's about it. What really gets this song for me is the heavy, oppressive instrumental. It absolutely sounds like a house that's weighted down with decades of pain and anger and guilt... a house that is now reflecting those emotions in destructive, violent ways.

BOOKS

Writing that influenced A Colder Home! Like the books I referenced for Behind You, I wouldn't consider these comp titles, just inspirational.

My Heart is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones - SGJ is such an influential horror writer for me, with The Only Good Indians probably being one of my favorite books of all time, and is also a heavy influence for A Colder Home as far as pacing and tone. I haven't actually finished MHIAC yet — I have to read it slowly, because Jade's specific flavor of paranoia does not play very nicely with mine — but I included it as the reference title here because, like A Colder Home, its main character is a teenaged horror movie nerd.

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson - I mean, Hill House is THE haunted house novel. Of course I'm going to include it as a reference! The opening paragraphs of this novel are burned into my mind, and its characterization of a haunted house definitely influences how I write the house on Brewer Street. I'd also be pretty remiss not to bring up the Mike Flanagan adaption here... while it's decidedly its own thing separate from the novel, his specific brand of emotionally-fueled horror writing has definitely left its mark on me.

The Shining by Stephen King - I mean. A Colder Home is a book about people trapped by snow in a haunted location. Need I say more? Interestingly, both of these books also deal with themes of alcoholism and addiction, although they come from very different emotional places. Cleo also references the Stanley Kubrick movie at one point, which is, again, very different from the book. But as a film nerd, I think it makes sense that she'd think of that over the book... I do also wonder if the film's less sympathetic portrayal of Jack Torrence might have stuck with her more. She probably wouldn't like me pointing that out, though.

The Fall of the House of Usher by Edgar Allan Poe - Another work that gets directly referenced in the book! It's not a direct comparison or anything, but it gets referenced early, and over time more parallels can be drawn... Overall, thematically, this borrows a lot when it comes to complicated family dynamics, skepticism vs. rationality, and that sort of overall inevitability/hopelessness thing that goes on.

VIDEO GAMES

I'm not much of a gamer myself, but the way that the medium is able to tell horror stories is fascinating! I've enjoyed watching Let's Plays of both of these titles.

P.T. by Kojima Productions - P.T. was a playable teaser for a (tragically) scrapped Silent Hill game, and it remains one of the absolute creepiest things I have ever seen in my life. The sound design haunts me... every time I hear something that sounds like that creaky light, I break out in goosebumps. I cannot replicate the feeling of this thing in ink and paper, but goddamn it if I'm not going to at least try. Also, you can definitely feel Lisa's design in Virginia, one of the main ghosts of A Colder Home, haha.

Devotion by Red Candle Games - I'm really fascinated by the way the story unfolds in this, how the player is given these little vignettes and has to piece the story together from that. I think you can sort of see that in the way I approach some of the ghost scenes in A Colder Home... but, also, I'm very inspired by just how personal this game feels. The little details in the set design just really add to the sense that you know these characters, and makes the scares hit all the harder.

POETRY

Poetry can express in just a few lines the same emotion that it takes me thousands of words to dig into! One is not better than the other, but I'd lie if I said I wasn't inspired by it.

In The Pines by Alice Notley - Technically, I think the version of it in this graphic is from the song #6 by AroarA, but they pulled their lyrics directly from Alice Notley's book of poetry, so I feel like that's where the attribution lies. This poem absolutely gutted me the first time I read it... It makes me think of loving someone who is unwilling or unable to stop their self-destructive tendencies, and how hopeless that can feel. Which is, really, what's at the core of this book.

Selfishness by Margaret E. Bruner - This book deals a lot with complex feelings of grief, and some of the less savory feelings that comes from that. Anger, guilt, blame... these are all really human and understandable reactions to a loss, especially if that loss is sudden. The horror in A Colder Home comes from watching what happens when those emotions are all that's left... I think that poem really captures that energy.

[firstdivisiongirl]

hello^^ id like to request a romantic match-up if its okay with you My pronouns are she/her and im an asexual. My MBTI is INTP and so please understand if im not able to identify myself that great. Yk the kid in the class who doesn't do any hw but passes all of the subject? Well yes thats me. Also im great at mathematics. I have kind of strict parents but more protective type so im not allowed to go to any person's house. I get told by my friends that when they first saw me i looked like a rly cold or egoistical person and all , as for my best friend (i asked her) to describe me in 1 word she said "comfort" so hope that makes sense. Im 5'2 tall... really bad eyesights like -6.25 and 5.75 (if i can remember correctly) . Im not really the outstanding type, but i do have some amount of confidence honestly. Also im a Christian and hope you get what i mean^^ Im able to like uhh copy people's personality and i currently have "the perfect girl" personality copied from the class president. I kinda sound like only complimenting myself soo here's some weaknesses or things like that I procrastinate so much and mostly doesn't get hw done until the deadline (im trying to stop even in the littlest). Horrible sleep schedule. And sometimes pushes ppl away out of frustration. I hate gathering any useless attention (like social anxiety). And mostly i do not feel much emotion until i like be burst of emotion. I really have a lot of great idea and is able to tell people if they're lying or not like kinda reading people but i dont really talk out loud about it, i only talk rarely about them out of fear they think im weird or smth because i was neglected and talked behind my back in 6th grade before. And a lazy fashion sense coming in!!!!!!!! i usually just wear baggy clothes or like wear smth the same mostly because im too tired to make another outfit and memorize it I like yanderes pretty much (crybaby, possessive, manipulating , clingy, obsessive type...) Deep inside im really clingy, childish and a sore loser , i don't really realize my surroundings so i tend to forget roads a lott I can be a motormouth if im comfortable by it and can be really quiet , some things depends on my mood tho Weirdly scared of person using the stairs behind me , bcz its really creepy. If a conversation annoyes or bothers me i really try and make excuses to get out of it.. Hope u can get smth out with my horrible explanation TT

and please remember to take care of urselff!!!!!! its my first ask so im a bit nervous TT its currently 10;37PM here, so have a great day and good day/night/morning!!!!!!^^ (me trying to come cheery and nice as much as possible)

cyaaa!!!!!:DD

Hey there. I try to take care of myself, but I am always a mess lol. Don't be nervous about asking. You did a good job. So onto the Tokyo Revengers matchup!

You Got...

Taiju Shiba!!!

He is a tough nut to crack, but I think he would love you.

Both of you are religious and would bond over that and go to church together.

He needs a a partner who is confident.

He'd love how you can be anything you want to be and copy others.

I feel like he needs someone who can read people well, since he is a lot. You would be able to understand what's going on in his mind. Good luck, I think it is scary in there.

Would scare off people who walk behind you

He's the type of guy who would make sure you never get lost

Wouldn't really care if you were in tight clothes or baggy clothes. He loves you for you. (If he cared about looks he would have kicked Inupi out for looking like discount Sabo lol)

Dates would be anything you want. But there must be good food!

Would like your clinginess. That means he gets to spend more time with you.

I hope you like it!

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Can we get some more Sans pred oral vore with disposal, especially with other characters (asriel, papyrus, asgore, etc) as prey?

Yeah, I’d love to! No one else is making this kinda content, after all, and this whole blog was set up on making the content I wanna see that no one else has made.

S.ans belches lazily, flopped back on the couch, arms folded behind his head and his usual lazy grin plastered on his face. The only difference in the usual scene for the skeleton is the red scarf half hanging from his jaws and the bulging blue stomach sticking above him. He'd gotten into a little brotherly argument with P.aps, as usual, and it ended with his brother trying to sit on him 'since he's just going to be as useful as a couch cushion', according to him. S.ans had opened his mouth to laugh and...well...apparently, P.apyrus's ass fit a little too well into his jaws. So S.and had no choice but to start gulping to clear his mouth, much to his brother's chagrin. S.ans just planned to mess with him a bit, keep his bro packed away, and then cough him up or simply dispel his stomach and let him flop out. He'd do it soon, once he's had his fun. But 'soon' was quickly becoming 'after a nap' with a food coma hitting S.ans. And he was never one to resist a good nap, so he fell asleep quickly, planning to let his brother out when he woke up next. Unfortunately for both him and P.apyrus, S.ans's stomach didn't really make much of a distinction between 'food magic' and 'monster magic'. So with him falling asleep, the hungry stomach was free to have its way with the free meal it was given. P.apyrus's yelling and squirming would soon go from annoyed to worried and panicked as he felt the stomach steadily breaking him down, turning the magic that made up his body into a boiling stew in S'ans's guts. P.apyrus knew his brother was always a deep sleeper, so even as he yelled for him to wake up and pushes on the fleshy walls, he knew nothing was going to rouse the smaller skeleton from his sleep. That's why he ended up going still, curling in on himself as he was steadily broken down. All his efforts amounted to a lazy belch escaping S.ans, making him pat his stomach in his sleep as it worked. Before long, even the soft whimpering of his brother would be drowned out by thick bubbling sounds, and his stomach steadily shrinks down inch by inch as P.aps is broken down and pumped away. The whole process would keep S.ans asleep, and he wouldn't stir until much later in the day, his stomach now causing his shirt to ride up a bit as he sits up. He scratches his belly and lifts one leg so he can rip ass. He snickers, expecting to hear P.apyrus complain about how rude and gross that was...but the only sound he gets is a groaning sound in his guts. He scratches his chin in thought when he feels the scarf still hanging from his jaws. He pulls it out and his eye sockets widen. He forgot about P.aps! And that building pressure in his bowels...he winces as he rips ass again and gets up to drop his shorts. Surely his brother is still solid, right? He just went too deep, that's all! S.ans grunts as he starts pushing...and what comes out is soft logs of crap, plopping onto the floor with wet thuds as it builds up. He's still hoping the weird sounds and awful smell don't mean anything, but when he turns around, S.ans is only faced with a pile of soft shit. All the excess magic his body found too be too much had come out, and that's all that's left of P.apyrus. Even worse...now S.ans has no one to clean it up for him.

It was late at night, S.ans the last customer before G.rillby closed up the bar. He'd been cleaning some glasses when S.ans asked "Hey G.rillbz, can I get somethin' off of the secret menu? I feel like I've had everything to eat here. Thinkin' I need something new." G.rillby has no idea what S.ans is asking and simply shakes his head. Before he can get back to work, though, his entire body is sized as his soul goes blue. S.ans's eye glow bright as he forces the bartender up against the bar. He takes off the buns from the burger he'd been served earlier and puts them over one of G.rillby's hands. "This'll do. Thanks, G.rillbz." His drooling maw opens wide and G.rillby can't resist as Sans engulfs his entire hand. S.ans closes his eyes, letting out a pleased groan as he starts taking thick, wet gulps. G.rillby is dragged right over the bar. He's panicking silently, but he still can't move at all, forced to simply sit there and watch as S.ans's jaws come in closer and closer...then they're opening wide and his head is diving right inside. S.ans keeps gulping, pulling more and more of the bartender down the hatch. When he gets to G.rillby's waist, he tips his head back and slurps hard, sucking down his legs in an instant. His stomach slams into the bar as he packed the rest of his friend away, now hanging down low between his legs and smushed between the bar stool and bar counter. A pleased groan escapes S.ans as the last of his friend slides into his gut. "That really hit the spot. Best thing on the menu..." With a slurp of his lips, S.ans snaps his fingers, and he goes from sitting on the stool to laying back on the bar, his stomach up in the air. He yawns and closes his eyes, slurping over his teeth again. "Well, food coma's kickin' in. See ya in the morning, G.rillbz." S.ans closes his eyes and dozes right off. At the same time, the blue magic finally stops, and it allows G.rillby to begin kicking and struggling around with all his might in a desperate attempt to escape the churning walls surrounding him. He makes S.ans belch, a plume of smoke leaking from his jaws and a pair of spectacles flying into the air...but that's the most G.rillby can manage. A few belches is all he can force out of S.ans before the groaning stomach has weakened him too much. His magic is fast fading, turning into a thick soup in the skeleton's gut, and halfway through the night that's all he is anymore: gut slop. And it'd all pump away through the rest of the night, packing onto S.ans's frame and into his bowels. When he came to early in the morning, he could feel the need to go, and figures there's no better place than the bar. So S.ans gets up and drop his shorts. He squats down and grunts, a rumbling fart escaping him. Then warm shit followed, thick logs sliding out and along the bar counter. Nothing distinctive of G.rillby is left, other than his uniform baked into the thick log S.ans is pushing out. It slides along the bar top, knocking over a few glasses as it takes up space, and when S.ans's pinches the last of it off, he's covered most of the top. He looks back at the mess with his usual grin, gives it a wave, and then pops out of sight. No one would know why G.rillby's bar is locked up tight that morning other than S.ans, who would simply say he got the best meal G.rillby ever made before he left.

A.sgore slinks into the supermarket, glancing around with a worried expression. A.sriel was visiting from college and had offered to do A.sgore's shopping from him today. That had been three hours ago, and A.sgore finally decided it was time to come looking for his kid. No one is around, though, other than that skeleton behind the counter, looking half asleep despite his entrance. A.sgore gives the aisles a once over, and when he sees nothing there, he goes over to the counter and knocks on it. S.ans opens one eye to look up at him. "Hey, big guy. Buying something?" A.sgore shakes his head. "No, no, I'm looking for my son, actually! He came by to do some shopping but hasn't come back. I was hoping you'd seen him here earlier?" A.sgore glances around nervously again. There's a weird sound in the air...like a boiling pot or something. He looks back down at S.ans, who yawns lazily. "Mm...was he a goat like you? Big smaller, bit thinner, easy to fluster?" A.sgore blinks but nods softly. "Er, yes, that sounds like him." Before he can ask more, S.ans opens his jaws wide and points inside with one finger. "Reach in and grab him. Might be in time to pull something out." A.sgore is...understandably confused by what that means and what that has to do with his son, but he's also a big pushover, so he stares into those drooling jaws for a second before doing as he was told. His paw sinks in rather easily, sitting into S.ans's jaws and then sliding down his gullet with no effort. He's up to his elbow when his hand pushes into the stomach. It's wet and slimy...there's a thick sludge inside and...something solid? Before he can pull his hand back out, though, S.ans's jaws clamp down on his arm and he gulps. As.gore yelps as he's pulled down, sucked deeper. "W-Wait, what are you doing? Let me go! I can't get my arm--mmmf!" Another thick gulp sucks in A.sgore's head, muffling his pleased nicely. S.ans closes his eyes and keeps gulping hard, steadily sucking the much bigger goat down the hatch. His jaws stretch effortlessly over a broad chest and thick gut and kicking legs, all of which slide over the counter and right down the hatch with ease. His stomach is a tight fit under the counter, though, big enough to reach the floor and squishing against all sides of the counter as A.sgore's kicking feet are sucked down. A loud belch rattles out of S.ans as A.sgore settles in and he sighs contently. "Sorry...guess you just missed him. He stopped kicking about an hour ago. But hey, if it helps, he was calling for you the whole time. I'm sure he'd...mm...enjoy your company more if he were still solid..." S.ans's stomach is churning hard, eager for more meat to process. It doesn't take long for A.sgore to realize the thick sludge he's sitting in was A.sriel, and the bones floating in it are all that's left of him. Muffled screams go unanswered, though, and S.ans merely lazes behind the counter as his guts churn and gurgle intensely. A.sgore would take much longer than A.sriel to break down, but by the time anymore customers show up, the heavy gurgling of the skeleton's stomach is all the noise left and all it does is earn him some weird looks. The two goats would steadily pump away soon enough, earning S.ans a lot of extra heft that makes his baggy shorts a little tight and his shirt no longer obscure his soft stomach--not that he's complaining. He'd set up a 'gone fishin' sign when the pressure becomes too much and leaves his post to abuse the dumpster behind his store. Hoisting himself up, S.ans starts pushing, letting thick, dense logs slide out of his ass and drop into the dumpster below. Tufts of white fur and bones sticking out of the otherwise brown muck, though it'd be the stained pink shirt and pair of goat skulls that would clue in anyone over what made the pile. At least, if anyone dares to look in the dumpster, which S.ans was sure they wouldn't. So after he pushed out a few more logs, he hops off and slams the lid down. He rubs over his new pot belly as he waddles back inside the store.

[minorfamilysupremacy]

it is insane to watch bible's actions nowadays. i will say, even back in kp era, there were one or two things he said that made him deeply unlikable to me, but like most i just ignored it. but holy hell has the facade dropped. the only thing he is now is a professional victim and you can tell he is SO pissed that his little show failed. these interviews or rather fluff pieces are just for bible to be sad on camera because it's the only way to stay relevant and ensure his fans continue to attack and blame build for everything, because despite it all, his fans couldn't be arsed to watch his show so this is all he has left. they will continue to beat the dead horse of "it was a thing that happened between two people", because anything else would mean they had to admit they chose the side of the woman who was sentenced to prison. oh and btw bible, weird how you never faced any repercussions for your social media posts about underage girls, rape, and transphobia... sure has its benefits being close to ponf hasn't it. god I hope karma comes for all of these people.

yeah, as an ex-stan i know i personally handwaved away a lot of stupid shit as his being young and having been catapulted into overnight fame and blah blah blah, but no. we got played for fools. dude's a piece of shit through and through and it's honestly kind of horrifying to watch. like, really, dude? pond is the fading star you want to hitch your wagon to? i'm just embarrassed watching him make a bigger and bigger ass of himself in every interview. it's always someone else's fault, he's always the victim, bloo bloo, crocodile tears (even more embarrassing since a lot of these interview questions are sent in advance so he can practice his fake waterworks).

and i think in his warped little mind, it IS build's fault that 4m is such a shitshow, or at least he's firmly convinced himself as such, because he and pond are glued at the asshole now and he can't let himself go against the party line. i've always thought sammon deliberately turned in a subpar product -- after all, did BOC ever say boo about the plagiarism accusations? because i sure don't remember it. and poi was punching way above her weight class by dragging in a much more respected writer when she was just trying to have a petty grudge match against her ex. i lost respect for sammon in the entire debacle for other reasons (i draw a hard line with animal violence, and the very vague details i know make it just sound gratuitous and lazy writing), but i was shocked she even stuck around to give them SOME kind of script. pond must have the best lawyers in thailand when he draws those contracts up.

but 4m was a shitshow not because of build, but because of poi and, more importantly, because of pond. pond sat back and dithered about which nong (gag, dude) he could wring more coins out of and tried, unsuccessfully, to play both sides like the loathsome little quisling he is. he did fuck-all to protect his talent and then he gambled on the 4m name still having enough appeal to gawkers to be successful, when anyone with two brain cells to rub together could have told you the project should have been scrapped with a quickness. (besides, if the version of the show we ultimately got bore ANY resemblance to its original vision, i sincerely question what was so tear-jerking about it. but i have a feeling what it was originally envisioned as is a far cry from the steaming pile we got.) the fact that they couldn't get anyone to pair with bible for ages is yet another red flag pond ignored, because god forbid he admit to any fuckups, and the coping about how jes is actually So Much Better and Lovely and Wonderful and their chemistry is So Incredible is...well, it's fucking pathetic. it's clowns all the way down.

and pond further bears responsibility for that fuckup of a 'rollout' of the show. how many countries did it get aired in, officially? seven? eight? half of those were places where explicit gay sex (which, as near as i can tell, is a good portion of the show to make up for the limp writing) is banned. european and american fans got entirely shut out from official support. i suppose that's probably because when build was in berlin, he personally spoke with the german government and explained that they needed not to air this particular show as an act of revenge, right?

but bible is never going to fucking look at the dumpster fire his life and career have become and lay the blame where it belongs, because he and pond are in this creepy symbiotic relationship where pond pimps him out to keep the business going -- seriously, jeff fucked off ages ago and mile is MIA with schrodinger's girlfriend, so they have no major talent outside bible to rely on -- and in return, bible gets shielded from repercussions outside of some well-deserved social media jeering. and both of them constantly pat each other's asses and soothe each other's egos and keep each other from any kind of introspection.

bottom line is, pond thought build was expendable at the time, because he was rolling in so much KP goodwill he thought the gravy train would never stop. turns out build wasn't expendable, so now pond's gotta choke the life out of the other half of the pairing to make sure he doesn't give up the grift (his constant european vacations don't pay for themselves, do they?), and that other half is more than content to play his simple-minded lackey because it's easier than having to fucking put a modicum of effort into anything.

karma will get them -- of that i have no doubt. there's too many rumblings of discontent, too many oldheads who have turned anti, not enough new people to stem the hemorrhage. man suang, for all pond's windbaggery, sank without a trace. THC is more notable for its controversy and rigging than anything else. DFF and 4m both couldn't sustain themselves through their entire runtimes and even people with no axe to grind with BOC were critical about the latter. they keep scrabbling for relevance in idiotic ways -- a sitcom with bible? a sitcom?! with what fucking comedic timing? -- or are late to the party -- they're supposedly planning a GL, which, by the time it gets to market, will just be one of many. gap was a while ago. GL isn't as much of a novelty as it was. and i mean, let's face it: do you trust this fucking studio with GL? i wouldn't trust pond to take out my trash without ripping the bag open, spilling it everywhere, and then making childish vague references about how SOMEONE he used to know paid off the hefty bag company to make his (pond's) life harder.

pond's all ego, greed, and stupidity. he'll trip over his dick (well, harder than he has already) soon enough. i personally can't wait to see it happen.

[t34-mt]

Reading about kyhuine/maanul cultures is so cool!! The amount of detail you put into your work is so impressive and I've got to ask, what are some of the uglier parts of their societies? Also, how are various disabilities viewed and approached?

thank you so much!

This is part 1 of a two-post answer, link will be at the end for the part regarding disabilities

the ugliest parts I can think of right now are when an unwanted egg can't find a home or the colony can't afford to raise a new hatchling (by that I mean the natural resources are scarce, money is never a problem because it doesn't exist) then the female who laid that egg has the choice of eating it or not. The yolk is full of nutrients so they see that as a way to regain that energy they wasted, if the egg has already developed a little (they check it by putting it in sunlight) then it will be decorated with paint and then put into a basket, that basket will be an offering to haanu or mahiiti. They will put that basket in front of a statue representing the respective goddess of one of the two species. they consider that doing this is a way for this goddess to take the life that was starting in the egg and reuse it for another animal, they see life as a cycle of birth and death where all energy is only lent in a temporal body. So like in our human eyes this is super weird to eat your own egg, for maanuls and kyhuines it's just normal because other animals do it too, it's like how hens may eat their own eggs for calcium.

Although ill be fair I don't consider this as a really ugly part of their society, more horrid parts are more present in the golden age because of inter-species conflict, but those are just events and never were a part of how their society works, Idk if this sounds clear?

A small random part that is a bit bad but understandable, is when an individual has badly maintained feathers because of a lack of hygiene or care for themselves, then they won't be welcomed by other members of the colony since both species are normally really clean.

An example to illustrate that is when it's time for the communal nap. When that individual with dirty feathers is walking around the sleeping area to find a place, other members might start hissing when it's trying to lay near them. When people are already laying down then they might even give light kicks to the dirty feathered individual so it leaves. Hygiene isn't a question of poverty or being homeless, because anything for hygiene is completely free since it's essential ( same for homes btw, anyone who wants to start a life of their own and leaves the familial house can receive or gets a home built because its a necessity) If one individual is dirty, then that's surely because they're too lazy to care about themselves properly. For example, monmartre has dusty and broken feathers because it thinks grooming itself 1-3 hours per day is a waste of time, so it results in it being nasty looking.

Regarding how disabilities is seen in their societies

[luveline]

“I really hope I can do better by you all and get it together”

You do well by everyone when you take care of yourself, for however long that takes. Not when you calm down, not when you summon the energy to post all the time, not when you answer every single person that is demanding something of you. You are an incredible writer and I love everything you write, but those stories wouldn’t exist without you. You’re what matters the most, and your mental health, life, responsibilities, future, and relationships are what matter the most. Spreading yourself too thin serves no one, and it especially doesn’t serve you. You need to rest and be tender with yourself, and be picky with who or what gets your energy, don’t even worry about Tumblr.

The people that are hateful or demanding are the same people who are talking during a movie or making a ton of noise at the library. They’re just the loudest people in the room because they lack awareness or they’re straight up desperate for attention. They know you’re sweet and kind to everyone so they pick on you because they’re weak willed. It’s not a reflection of you, simply their inability to be satisfied with themselves. You’re wonderful, and you come back whenever you feel comfortable enough to do so. Even if that means never!

You’re a delight, and I wish nothing but peace for you 💖

I will try to answer this like one line at a time but it made me cry a little bit and I'm frazzled.

Firstly, you made me feel much better. And like I know it sounds silly for me to say this but it's invaluable to me. I don't know if you're saying this because you think I want to hear it, but I (maybe shamefully???) Really really do want to hear it, and it's a unbelievable generosity in my eyes of you to take the time but also the heart maybe to have said this to me.

I really do take care of myself. I think, pathetically, that this is the thing people ask me to do most often. Genuinely and especially from my lovely friend Lu, I think I'm always being reminded to take care of myself and people might not believe me but I do— I'd argue I'm too nice to myself because I'm lazy and I eat too many biscuits after tea and I take extremely long and unnecessary showers, I'm selfish in weird ways and I really don't do things I don't wanna do (to my own detriment sometimes) but I really am taking are of myself, so if that's doing right then I glad for it.

It's really odd to see it and it really did make me cry to think these stories can't exist without me. I'm not delusional I know both the redundancies and the importance of fic and tumblr especially like it's just a website but its the small slice of community I've managed to carve out here that is important to me. Never in my life have I experienced something like this and I know how valuable it is to me even if it isn't to others, so though I know you're right that spreading myself too thin won't serve anybody, I really would regret not fostering my connections here, and also I'm dumb and I don't want people to forget about me.

As for hateful and demanding, I really do agree with you. I think it's a disservice to other people to pretend I deserve some of the shit I've been sent, and you're right that they're loud. I don't know about sweet and kind but I do know it's usually an attention thing or personal hill to die on, I really know it, and I'm gonna try my best to just not pay attention because there's bigger fish to fry, like thanking you for being an angel.

I really appreciate you and your ask. It is never lost on me the pure untouched kindness that goes into trying to make others feel better, especially when there's no skin in the game and you won't get anything out of this. You're really speaking up out of the goodness of your heart and I love and owe you for it, thank you for being so kind, for doling out some load bearing advice that I'll be resting my weight on for a while, and for the sweet compliments. I really hope I can be back more often because this shit is breaking my heart lol