#||npc: david||

[npcproject]

NPC 019 Sheriff Boreanaz

[goodeguy]

dpcs

david-playable character

[danses-with-dogmeat]

Day 26 -- Vault Tec Rep

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 26 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Pregnancy with Vault Tec Rep x f!Sole

This poor man deserves a damn break, and so here's this! The vault tec rep seems to have a little following of people that love him, and I'm here for that. If he's a sad ghoul, I love him too, darn it. So, here's a bit of love and softness for this sweet guy.

I hope you like it! <3

*Also, just a note, I used the name that Death Shroud headcannoned for him, cuz I couldn't fathom writing "vault tec rep" 70 or so times 😅 Plus... it's not the most romantic name in the world for someone to call their partner by.

"Oh, vault tec rep, please keep loving me!" Yeah... no.

So his name is David Dwecker. But feel free to give him any name you see fit! I really did like that name for him though, so that's what I went with.*

and if you haven't seen/heard Death Shroud, do yourself a favor and give it a watch! chadfallout76podcast is the creator, so be sure to check out their blog as well! I would link him here, but... He doesn't need to see this, lol.

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Pregnancy, pregnant sex, dancing, kissing, lovemaking, tiny bit of a voice kink, body worship, little bit of a belly kink, fantasies, simultaneous orgasms, creampie, aftercare, cuddling, so much sweetness, it might give you a bellyache.

Words: 4k

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Blue, speckled beams of light poured through the half-open window, bathing the room and highlighting the points of Sole’s face, the wisps of her hair, drifting with the pair’s subtle movements over the living room floor. Soft, sweet tunes, so delectable he could very nearly taste them on his tongue, weaved through the air, caressing their ears and setting their souls alight with romance. 

She was warm and plush in his grasp, her arms wrapped around him tightly, hanging on his shoulders as the pair swayed with the delightful melody. Though Sole's face was a bit too far from his for comfort, it was a necessary deprivation, David supposed. The need for that distance being the great swell of his love’s stomach pressing into his as they leaned in close as they could. 

The Vault Tec representative hummed along with the tune, some well-known romantic din with Sinatra or Nat King Cole or someone of the like, but he was too focused on her to decipher the exact words, the correct artist. David could feel the fatigue beginning to drag at her, felt her weight resting more heavily on his shoulders, and he felt his hands grasping more tightly to her hips, to help steady her pace, her steps, as they swayed about the room. 

It was something he always made time for. No matter the work, no matter the life disasters and the fleeting time, he and Sole were never to miss a date night; and what was a date night, without a dance? Without song? Without this blissful closeness?

He swears, her state only made it more necessary.

She was everything to him, even when she wasn’t holding his very future within her. Now, though? He wondered if there was anything he wouldn’t do for her. 

“You really are perfect, love.” David whispered, and heard her smile in the way she sighed. 

“I don’t feel perfect.” She mumbled, looking down at nothing in particular. “I feel bloated and clumsy and sore and tir–”

“Sweetheart," He interrupted gently, "Why didn’t you tell me?” 

He’d felt her growing heavy, sure, knew that she was fatigued, that bedtime was definitely upon them very soon– sooner every night as the months passed– but sore? She was in pain, and still danced with him? 

“Come here.” Gently, David stepped back, keeping his hands in place as he began to guide her to their bedroom. 

“I’m a little sore, not helpless.” She chided lightly, as he helped her take a seat at the foot of the bed. 

David only shook his head as he bent to his knees and pulled her slippers from her undoubtedly aching feet. Despite her weak protests, Sole’s head fell back with a sigh as he began to massage over her and ease the soreness within. 

The room was cool from the breeze that blew inside from the open windows. David could smell blossoms in the air, whatever grew below their bedroom window, so light and fragrant. The room was dim, with only one bedside lamp to keep the night at bay, but it cast a warm glow that only emphasized his love’s natural radiance. Crickets sung outside, frogs croaked from their place down by the stream, life teemed all around them and lulled him into a deep sense of safety, of belonging. 

It felt… unfamiliar, fleeting almost, and something pressed to the back of David's mind, like a knock at the back door, like someone speaking to him through water, he couldn’t quite make it out. 

Sole’s hand grabbing his shoulder pulled him from those thoughts easily, and they blew away like winter leaves. 

“I can hardly feel my feet now, after that.” She smiled warmly, if not tiredly, her eyes half-lidded. “Thank you, baby.” 

“No trouble at all, love.” His hands moved up her calves, squeezing and kneading as they went. “Any more… requests while I’m, um, down here?” He ended his question with a chuckle, as fizz seemed to bubble and tickle in his stomach. 

You’d think, after all this time, as many times as we’ve been together, I wouldn’t get so flustered at the mere thought of it. 

He couldn’t blame himself though, not when his Sole was, well… she was his everything. His home, his happiness, his family, his love, all wrapped into one. 

David didn’t know a single person could be so many things to him. 

“Kiss me?” Sole spoke up in a quiet voice, one that sounded just as bashful and breathless as he felt.

Another boon of her current state, he thought to himself, as his lips immediately pressed to the bare inside of her thigh. She was so needy when she was pregnant, she made him feel like a different man, one worthy of those heady desires. Not like he usually felt, like some Joe Schmo who’d only ever existed on the other side of someone’s front door. A man in a suit and a hat. No discernable personality, no passions beyond his subpar job. 

She made him feel wanted, exceptional, desirable on more than a ‘average man who has a steady job’ level. It was a biological one, instead. She wanted him, in every way a woman could. And she wanted him, she chose him to be with, even with every possible alternative out there available to her.

That, beyond all things, made him feel truly... feral. 

It was a state David Dwecker didn’t know he could find himself in, not ever in his life, but it was how he felt in this very moment.

He fought with that instinct as much as he could, taking his time moving up her body, being gentle with her, despite the way his hands shook and his breath picked up with desire. Her words had been clear, but vague at the very same time. Kiss her, yes, he could very much do that, but where? Down where he was kneeling? Should he rise up and capture her lips with his, kiss over her rounded belly? Should he just opt for all of the above? 

Sole didn’t seem to protest, when he did in fact, decide to act upon that final thought. David’s lips traveled up over her thigh, his hands following the movement, asking, as they reached the hem of her sleep dress. His eyes met hers, voicing a silent question with raised brows, and she nodded, her expression already ripe with yearning. 

His fingers glided along the soft fabric, swiping it up over her stomach, revealing her bareness beneath it. David felt his breath catch at the sight of her, her little belly button, mere days away from popping from the pressure of her growing stomach, squiggly marks lining the skin there, so lightly, so endearingly, her sweet folds, already glistening with that want that always astonished him. 

“Beautiful.” He rasped out between kisses, “So beautiful.” 

He felt the slight raise of her stretch marks against his bottom lip, and her belly quivered from her catching breaths. She didn’t have it in her to refute him now, not with arousal bubbling up inside her. 

Sole’s hands went to his head, one caressing the back of his neck, while the other had fingers digging into his scalp, massaging him back in her own way. 

Soft music drifted in from the living room, romantic and sweet as it met his ears. Her growing sighs and breaths were no less melodic to him, and he felt heat building and building beneath his skin. As such, David’s kisses became feverish, more hurried as his hands reached her chest and his mouth followed close behind. 

Sole raised her arms up for a moment, allowing him to pull the dress completely off over her head. He couldn’t even pause to take her in, as he almost always did. Instead, his lips went straight to her now-bared breasts, mouthing over the warm mounds softly, so as not to hurt her. 

David knew the way they must ache, and by the way she gasped as his lips dragged over a nipple, he held himself back from his over-impassioned appreciation of them. His arms braced on either side of her head, holding his body up enough that he wouldn’t put any unnecessary weight onto her, and finally, his lips moved upwards to meet hers. 

This kiss was different from the others, sloppy and unrushed, exploring each other like they hadn’t a hundred times before this, and he felt affection wash through him, felt it ebb and flow like ocean waves within the sheltered harbor of their shared contact. Sole’s hands returned to him, nagging at his cotton t-shirt, until he pulled back to remove it in a flash. His lips returned to hers in an instant, incapable of being away from her any longer, as she gratefully explored his skin, running her fingers like lit matchsticks over his flushed chest, his heaving shoulders, and trailing blazing marks over him. David pulled breaths in between his teeth, straight from her mouth to his, tasting every last bit of her, of the dessert they’d shared, of the nighttime tea she’d sipped while he’d readied the radio for their dance. He savored all of it like this would be the last time he had the chance. 

“I love you, darling.” He said into her, and Sole released a whine that sent surges of energy through every vein in his body. “There isn’t a single thing about you that I don’t love.” 

“Mm, love you too, honey.” She gasped out her response, and he pulled back to let her catch her breath. “Need you. Need you, David, please.” 

Her hands squeezed at his shoulders, dragged over the soft swell of his chest, pressing there and encouraging him downward. 

He smiled, feeling a sort of prideful contentment swell inside him. 

She needs me. 

“Where, sweetheart? Where do you need me?” 

Sole bit her bottom lip so prettily, looking away with a shy little grin; and though, at that point, she didn’t need to answer for him to know what she wanted, David waited with his brows raised in expectation. 

“You’re being rude to your wife, Mr. Dwecker.” She said with a pout, and he could only chuckle, giddy at the way she spoke to him. The way she called him her husband.

It'd been long enough that he should be used to it by now, but how could he be? Every day with her was a novel event.

“No, come on, sweetheart.” David braced himself on one hand, so the other could press to one soft cheek, and turn her eyes back to meet his. “Tell me where you need me.” 

A roll of her eyes and a bit of a whine later, and finally Sole broke. 

“Need you in me, baby. Need you inside, need your… your cock.” 

David’s breath caught at that, at her words. They were more than he could’ve hoped for, and he felt his head reeling, his cock aching in his pants, his vision clouding with a hazy little vignette at the way pleasure surged through him. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned down to kiss her one last time, short but passionate as he dragged his tongue over hers, and then backed away. 

His hands helped her scooch further up on the bed, fluffed the pillows so she could lean back comfortably. He moved away, but for a moment, to remove his sweatpants and drop them to the carpeted floor. Then, crawling his way back onto the bed, he lovingly spread her soft thighs as far apart as they could go, and slotted himself between them. 

Now, he paused, taking in the glorious sight of her.

Her thighs were warm in his hands, smooth to the touch, her hair was mussed against the pillow, her eyes half-closed, her chest heaving with her breaths. Sole was the very pinnacle of attraction, of vivacious, robust health that had him gawking at the marvel of her body. She was bursting with life and glowing like the rays of the setting sun. She was a natural wonder. David felt she could do anything, if she could do this. If she could love him, hold his entire future inside her, if, through everything she’s been through, and everything that she would go through still, she could be her tenacious, gentle, passionate, self, if she could be that and more, his Sole was surely divine. 

To see her spread this way, just for him, he felt privileged, like he didn’t deserve to even lay his eyes upon her, but gracefully, Sole allowed it. 

He would never squander that, David promised himself. Not when the baby came and he lacked sleep and sanity, not when she was weary and cross with him, not even when they were old and wrinkled and the world had changed beyond the point of recognition, he would always treasure the fact that he was the one lucky enough to be able to love her like she deserved. 

“What?” He heard her voice through the haze of his own thoughts. 

David blinked at her. 

“What are you looking at?” She wasn’t teasing him, no, Sole sounded almost worried. 

How long was I staring? 

“Is something wrong?” 

“No!” He said, quickly as his clumsy lips could manage. He still felt like he was in a dream, somehow. “No, sweetheart, just… can’t get enough of you.” 

He scooted himself forward, releasing her thighs to let them fall on either side of him as his hips met her, and he let his stiff member rest overtop her pubic mound. One hand went to his erection, pressing it so the underside of his shaft would put pressure onto her clit as he began to rub it forward and back over her. 

“Didn’t mean to make you nervous, love.” He said apologetically as he moved, “Sometimes, I just can’t believe this is all real. That we’re doing this, starting a family, that… that some schmuck like me gets the privilege of being with you every night.” 

Sole’s breath caught, and he saw her eyes glisten in the dim lamplight. 

“You’re not just some schmuck to me, David.” He could see the way she wanted to reach for him, to comfort him, but her gravid belly wouldn’t allow for that kind of movement. 

He reached for her instead, leaning forward so his free hand could grasp with one of hers. She squeezed it tight. 

“I love you, I want you, want this for us.” She was growing more and more breathless as he rubbed over her, and David felt her slickness beginning to collect on the underside of his cock. "No matter what you think, honey, you’re– ahh, you’re worthy of it. All of it.” 

A groan left his throat at that, at the way his chest utterly ached at her words, as he felt emotion collecting in his eyes just the same. On the next rub of his length over her, he felt the tip of him catch at her entrance and, almost unwittingly, he pressed inside. 

Sole gasped, and her eyebrows creased together at the sudden feel of him, but she opened up easily. Her wetness eased the way for him, letting his length slide all the way in on the first stroke, until his hips met the back of her thighs. David couldn’t help the lewd moan that left him. He felt heat rise all the way to his ears, felt a primal satisfaction warm his chest, tighten the muscles in his stomach, automatically causing him to begin little pulses of his hips against her. 

Sole's walls sucked him in in response, her sweltering heat clenching until he felt like she was choking him. It was difficult, then, to begin his first few thrusts, as she tightly held onto him like a vise.

“Feel so good, darling, s-so warm.” His voice came out somewhere between a breath and a growl from his efforts, “So perfect.” 

He took care, as she loosened enough for his pace to increase, as his words and actions made her gush more wetness onto him. David had to catch himself, had to make sure he was being mindful of her state. He watched her expression for any sign of discomfort, but all he could discern was bliss. 

Sole’s fingers gripped at the bedsheets as she felt him spread her apart, rubbing against all those sensitive spots inside. She gasped and moaned with his attention, with his effort, with the heightened pleasure that her hormones only exacerbated. One free hand moved down to where they were connected, David’s fingers gathering a bit of her slick before he began to rub over that sensitive little point nestled in her folds. 

Sole’s hips began to buck up towards him at the new pressure, and he tried to angle his hips along with her. He pushed forward just as she reared up off the mattress, rubbing the head of his cock as deep inside as he could manage, until he felt another telltale squeeze of her walls around him. 

“D-David…” She moaned his name, and he thrust harder than he meant to. 

“Hngh, yes, darling?” His voice was labored as he continued, feeling himself grow harder, more desperate, with every press into her searing warmth. “What is it?” 

“I’m close, honey.” He saw the way her rounded stomach tried to clench with the pleasure flowing through her, how sweat had begun to shine over her glowing skin.   

“Yes.” He nodded, breathless. “I feel it.” 

David leaned back somewhat, his hands going to her hips to haul her closer, as close as he could manage, and he lifted her just a smidge to get the proper angle before he pounded against that soft, spongy spot at the very back of her. 

Sole cried out, and he felt his cock pulse inside her tellingly. 

“M-me too, dear.” David nearly choked, “‘M close.” 

Sole couldn’t respond though, not with words, as she arched her back, as her hips stuttered and she came with a broken moan. He felt her wetness gush onto him, felt her body tremble in his grasp, and the pressure of her, that desperate, wanting squeeze around his member was more than enough to set him over the edge, and he released with a cry of his own. 

David’s hips bucked shallowly as his cock pulsed out ropes of his seed into her still-clenching walls. His grasp on her was tight, the way his hands held her to him and kept himself steady, kept him from collapsing overtop her as his energy faded from a roiling flame into a pleasantly sizzling bed of coals. 

Sole’s eyes were closed as he felt the last of his spend leave him, as he felt himself growing soft within her, and reluctantly, David eased himself out. 

The air was suddenly cooler than he remembered, against his clammy skin, the wetness coating his hips. He shivered as he stepped off the bed and grabbed a towel from their bathroom. It happened in a daze, as he moved to clean them both, as he gathered the blankets together and wrapped them about their tired, spent bodies, and blissfully, he held Sole in his embrace as she drifted off. 

He didn’t sleep right away. In fact, David found he couldn’t, even with his fatigue, he felt… a sort of unrest that made fear prickle beneath his skin. It was back, that whisper at the back of his head, that woeful sound that had his eyes wide and his heart racing. 

Something was… was wrong, even though everything felt right with the world. With Sole asleep in his arms, with the cool night, the warm blankets, the crickets’ song outside, the radio droning from the other room. 

Suddenly, David felt very far away from it all. Like he was in another’s skin, like this world wasn't his own. He was afraid to sleep, in case he woke up somewhere wrong, afraid to even blink. But he could only hold out for so long. 

Then he was blinking awake. 

The ghoul sat up with a start, feeling the blanket gather around his heaving waist as he looked wildly around the shadowy room. 

It was a hollow ruin of his dream. 

The smell around him wasn’t fresh blossoms, but stagnant water and stale dust. No cricket song poured in, only silence and the groan of the wind through bare tree branches. It wasn’t pleasantly cool, but cold with the drafts whispering through the cracks and holes in the shabby walls of the Sanctuary home he found himself in. 

It all came flooding back, and sadness permeated his skin, his heart. 

Slowly, with a shaking hand, David pressed the pads of his fingers to his scarred and textured face. His breath caught momentarily, but a movement stopped him from despairing. 

Sole…  

She was the commonality. The one constant in this world, and the one of his wildest dreams. 

“Honey?” Her voice asked tiredly. “You okay?” 

“Fine, sweetheart.” He whispered, all the warmth of his dream contained in those words. “I’m just…” 

David turned to her, and leaned down before he could even finish, kissing her lips, her cheeks, caressing her with his time-ruined hands with all the gratefulness of a man that thought he'd lost his love for good. 

Sole giggled at his attention, trying to kiss him in return, but he was too feverish, too unpredictable with his overwhelming affection. 

“I’m so happy to see you.” He kissed her again, until she groaned against his lips. 

“Mm, David, sweetie, I’ve been here all night, all week.” 

“I know, love, I know.” He moved over her completely, and Sole wrapped her legs around him, rubbed her smooth hands over his shoulders. 

“So, what’s brought all this on, hm?” 

“Missed you when I was asleep.” He breathed against her neck, “Love you so much, Sole, I want… I wish…” 

His movements paused as he remembered. 

In his mind’s eyes, he saw her before him, he felt the delicate raise of her stretch marks against his lips, he yielded to the soreness of her breasts, moved slowly and carefully around the swell of her belly. 

“What?” She prodded gently, and David blinked. 

His throat was tight, his mind fearful, apprehensive. 

“I… I dreamed we, that you…” 

He looked into her eyes as his confidence wavered, and she made him feel brave. The affection he saw there… even when he now looked like this. After 200 years of suffering, after her hardship and grief, they’d both lived. Survived through it all and made it here, to this.  

“I dreamed that we were having a baby.”

Sole stared with wide, vibrant eyes, first looking at him, and then at something far past him, deep in thought. 

“Is that…” She started, being careful with her words, “Is that something you want? Something that’s… possible?” 

He shook his head mutely. 

“I-I don’t know if it’s possible, but… But I dreamed about it, and when I did… Well, it’s hard to think of anything I want more.” 

Her smile almost caused him to faint, the genuine joy he saw there made his arms shake. 

“Y-you think you would want to, well, that you might…?” 

Sole was nodding even before he trailed off, and David’s grin mirrored hers.

A second chance. He thought, as he leaned down to kiss her, and she met him easily, pressing in until they were both breathless.

“I… I want to try, at least.” She panted out, “In all honesty, I’ve been thinking about it too. Just… didn’t know how to approach it.”  

She leaned in and kissed him this time, her hands on either side of his face as their lips met in a cacophony of feeling. 

“A family…” Sole breathed out with a contagious smile as her head fell back onto the pillow. 

“A family.” He repeated, his voice firm, stubborn in the way it wanted this. The way he would dream and hope and speak it into his reality.

So help him, that dream would come true. One day.

One day soon.

[nomsfaultau]

SBI SCP AU character playlists

Tommy:

Rose by The Oh Hellos (I mean I'm doing an entire animatic wip, it fits and I have essays to prove it. Anyway violence, the power of names/narratives, truth, hypocrisy, how sacrifice and love tie together.)

Sunken City by David Wirsig (Tubbo associations, mostly symbolic/vibes past the prison break. The euphoria of escaping and how the world beyond is confusing and unrecognizable. The idea of journeying with a friend to the ruins of what was once your life. 6th verse as finding a new home in found family. 'God free me from the burden of my thoughts')

Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives (Tubbo, and how Tommy tries to distance himself to protect them/is the only reason Tubbo stays in a group with people they abhor. Touch starvation, hands as dangerous, seeing himself as a monster/burden. Again. Did an animatic for this one.)

Wilbur (yes they're all by Will Wood for the bit):

Misanthrapologist by Will Wood (Philza, for their light/dark dynamic and untangling of Wilbur's loathing of society and himself. WHiT Constellations interlude. I imagine 'can't keep a straight face while I'm praying' as Phil trying to get Wil to meditate but they end up laughing + 'don't you revolve around someone else' as a chide to Philza post Anderson's death)

Love Me, Normally (If he were honest with himself. Wilbur is wracked with jealousy for humanity that he disguises as hatred. Die young mentality, insomnia, bridge 2 addressed to the void, 'Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you’re contagious?' as a comment on the danger of anomalies and if they should be contained)

BlackBoxWarrior (An entire life spent running from the Foundation and their experiments + trauma, repressing the past, general void madness, 'a map to every victim of his love' as the scars the void has left)

The Blade:

Red Water Dreams by Aviators (The sea motif of the voices, being a vessel for The Blood God, finding blame in those who unleashed his apocalyptic revenge. The entire chorus fits so well. 'Vicious thoughts are stirring/And I hunger for their power')

Paralyzed by Aviators (He's just an Aviators boy, what can I say, it's the violence and upbeat tempos man. Really this is The Blood God's song. His challengers as a duty to cull, as he's forced to hunt down every last foe that laid a hand upon his vessel. The thrill of battle, impending doom, 'I will give you one fair chance' because he really does seek a good fight. The Blade is the one paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch as his body is used for destruction)

Turn Out the Lights by The Crane Wives (Because The Blade does actually handle The Blood God/voices pretty well. I feel this song captures the way he just sorta rolls his eyes and shrugs off the intrusive thoughts most of the time)

Philza:

Rule #9 - Child of the Stars by Fish in a Birdcage (Wilbur as a wanderer, but works for any Collected for fostering their growth. Father vibes. Philza raising his children to be strong, independent people. A gentle expectation of greatness, because he picks out the exceptional among humanity)

Hot Tea by Half Alive (His sheer adoration of his Collected, also fun to swap the roles so that it is the god showing devotion. The pure warmth and sweetness matches Philza. In retrospect I need a song about protective violence but eh I set a 3 song limit.)

Time Machine by Miracle Musical (Amnestic arc. Particularly with loneliness and the vehemence in 'look at what you've done now to me', as well as 'I'm leaving today, today' with his confused insistence that he leaves at the end of the week. The way Philza is dragged in and out of grief at the whims of the Foundation, left free floating and disorientated)

Tubbo:

Soap by The Oh Hellos (Actual perfect Tubbo song. WHiT Croplands interlude. Themes of pacifism, how Tubbo is made of pieces, the separation between humans and anomalies and how the Hivemind can cross that barrier. Learning when to let go/hold on with the Tommy, Hive members, Willow. The 2nd chorus as Rhodes trying to convince Tubbo to leave Tommy in Jasper, with the response of 'I think that you’re worth (keeping around/holding onto)' to both Rhodes and Tommy's Never Love an Anchor. And imagining Tubbo saying the last stanza to Tommy makes me so soft)

Escapism by Rebecca Sugar (Dissociation. Grey chapter in general, specifically Pewter for being firm in convictions: 'shouldn't show a trace of doubt' and telling Rosalind the sacrifice won't hurt them, as well as trying to force a dissociative episode when their hand is sawed off)

Saint Bernard by Lincoln (ok this is a troll but also fits well for Cinnabar and Old Gauze. The guilt of failing one's morals. Technically Tubbo is in Indiana satanic and chained up, but I'll let it slide. The Saint Calvin verse is so good for the Rhodes-Tommy tension + Foundation destroying families. Also the way Tubbo blames their self-loathing on Rosalind, making the chorus apt for the Hivemind mess) (but also its funny to give Tubbo the classic edgy character song)

(Bonus) Dr. Blake:

Take Me to War by The Crane Wives (She sees herself as forced to be ruthless to survive against powerful anomalies. 'And I'll rankle the beasts with words' for her manipulation. Also epithets in the dehumanizing way the Foundation avoids names. Verse 3 is Tubbo 'corrupting' the guards when they saved humans from Philza)

Solaria, Kevin / End-World Normopathy by GHOST (Tommy, with religious themes and verse 5/Kevin understood as The Blood God. The cold cruelty of the Foundation, sentience as a failure/flaw in a tool (Tommy), Dr. Blake completely separating her personal and professional selves because to have humanity is only a weakness anomalies will exploit. 'Though you’ll never die, you’ve found that/All eyes are staring at your hands' is an absolutely perfect line for summoning sessions)

[anggitay]

The entire premise of Dislyte is that writing prompt about aliens coming to Earth and expecting little resistance from the inhabitants but they didn't expect the old gods returning and it's like every mythological pantheon coming out of the woodwork to destroy alien ass

But instead of the gods themselves doing the fighting they choose humans who are compatible with their power and turn them into demigods and their compatibility is music based

And it's not just restricted to the gods, even just normal non-demigod heroes get to share their power and aid humanity in fighting back the aliens

[thebadtimewolf]

JJ Field and Tom Hiddleston look like they could be actual brothers it's so weird.

tom hiddleston: you need to get jj field to play a loki variant yesteryear

jj field: i know you are already in the mcu but just like daniel souza and now captain carter, you have a chance to play a different character that either dies quicker than the last or lives!

[aesadraws]

Cyberpunk-tober // Day 11: Braindance

　　"Looks like Judy gave you the entire travel kiosk to pick from." Johnny peers over V's shoulder to study the contents of the box. Inside are a dozen BD chips with cheesy names like Relaxation in Reno and Achieving Inner Peace with Guru Tshering. They're far from what V would usually go for, but knowing Judy's tastes they'll at least be professionally made.

　　She clears her throat and gestures at the box, affecting a (really bad) British accent. "Where would you like to vacation this evening, Mr. Silverhand? The beaches of Tahiti? The streets of Paris?"

　　That gets him laughing. "Well, let's see what our options are." He steps into her space, filling her vision with static and light, and wrests control of her hands to inspect each of the chips. A couple weeks ago she would've been furious with him for so nonchalantly taking advantage of her body, but now it's just become a normal facet of her life.

　　"How about a holiday in Honolulu?" The suggestion is accompanied by him holding a chip up with the same name. He steps to the side while she looks it over.

　　"I think that's an excellent choice, sir."

　　Slotting the chip into her wreath takes no time at all, and before long she's standing on the balcony of a gorgeous resort room overlooking a beach bathed in a perpetual rosy sunset. The waves lap at the shoreline lazily, the breeze carries the scent of flowers and a feast prepared elsewhere in the hotel, and a warm hand settles on her lower back followed by cooler metal. Johnny's touch sends a shiver of relief and anticipation through her body.

　　"Oughta get Judy a gift basket for setting this up." His voice is a whisper by her ear and she leans back against his solid chest, soaking in the moment. "Could invite her along next time."

　　His hands begin to wander, making her laugh under her breath. "I don't think she'd want a third wheel along. Or to be the third wheel."

　　Johnny chuckles and spins her around to face him. Brings his organic hand up to cradle her cheek. Even now it seems like a strange dream come true to be able to feel his touch like this, even if it isn't a real body. "Fine with me. I like having you all to myself."

　　A mischievous smile plays on her lips. "Oh, well I guess I won't bother asking Kerry to join us then."

　　His eyes widen with a simmering fire stoked by her teasing, and metal fingers dig playfully into her backside. "Now hold on, no need to jump to conclusions..."

　　V laughs harder than she has in days and takes his face in her hands, kissing him senseless. Maybe one day they'll have their fun with the old rock star, but for now she's eager to make this most of this private moment in BD paradise.

[wizardingace]

every now and again i’m like “i surely have autism, but i’ve never noticed myself doing the copying speech thing” and then i will have an interaction with someone where the NPC dialogue just spills out of me

[xenodile]

Someone on twitter pointed out that the crystals Zero seals defeated voidsent in are very similar in design to the crystals the Ancients use to record creation concepts and given the self-serving, mercenary behavior of voidsent, I hope beyond anything that we'll get a reason to "summon" the defeated Archfiends as allies.

[dbssh]

i think i stand by my general take on splatoon being "you guys take a game for 8 year olds too aggressively and also (like most nintendo products) youre all fucking insufferable" but i think if its fans in general werent so obnoxious i would enjoy it. im not playing it tho.

[fl3shly-d3sir3s]

Community college life feels like I’m in a surrealist tv sitcom directed by David lynch and written by Donald glover, there’s always some surreal bullshit I see when I’m going to fucking class.

Like one time a girl I’ve never met before asked me to drive her to a location where her phone was at when I was getting lunch and we ended up on the other side of town knocking on randos doors.

[princess-nanaz-sims]

I will be the first to admit that I am slightly lazy. If something is going to take too long, or requires too much effort, that's a nope from me. To somewhat get around safely deleting the bin Sims in Aramore, I've decided to randomize classes for them and have them exist as playable NPC's. They will run duplicate shops, live in the background, be customers and friends of my played Sims, and I will also play them and progress their families so they're actually living and dying alongside everyone else, but I won't do any sort of updating about what's going on with them (unless, of course, they get involved with one of my families).

So far, I have combined the Crittur and Roseland households and given Cyd a makeover, as well as making over the Ottomas family. If anyone is interested, I have included their stats below.

Cyd Roseland

Class: Peasant

Zodiac: Aquarius - 3/5/6/5/6

One True Hobby: Arts & Crafts

Aspiration: Knowledge

Lifetime Want: Become the Gray Fox

Chemistry: Fatness, Fitness / Underwear

Traits: Natural Cook, Handy, Artistic, Bookworm, Thief

Religion: Kruena

Dora Ottomas

Class: Peasant

Zodiac: Scorpio - 6/4/7/4/4

One True Hobby: Fitness

Aspiration: Family

Lifetime Want: Have 6 Grandchildren

Chemistry: Facial Hair, Grey Hair / Alienism

Traits: Lucky, Can't Stand Art, Athletic, Family-Oriented, Nurturing

Religion: Grusyn

Peter Ottomas

Class: Peasant

Zodiac: Aquarius - 3/5/6/6/5

One True Hobby: Nature

Aspiration: Romance

Lifetime Want: Become Head Cook

Chemistry: Underwear, Blonde Hair / Facial Hair

Traits: Family-Oriented, Savvy Sculptor, Green Thumb, Flirty, Adventurous

Religion: Minas

Samantha Ottomas

Class: Peasant

Zodiac: Cancer - 4/5/6/6/5

One True Hobby: Fitness

Aspiration: Family

Lifetime Want: Become Shire Reeve

Chemistry: Fatness, Fitness / Vampirism

Traits: Unstable, Animal Lover, Athletic, Family-Oriented, Brave

Religion: Grusyn

David Ottomas

Class: Peasant

Zodiac: Aquarius - 4/5/4/6/6

One True Hobby: Arts & Crafts

Aspiration: Popularity

Lifetime Want: Become Bard of Legend

Chemistry: Cologne, Fitness / Glasses

Traits: Family-Oriented, Adventurous, Artistic, Social Butterfly

Religion: Remus

Sharla Ottomas

Class: Peasant

Zodiac: Aries - 4/6/6/5/4

One True Hobby: Fitness

Aspiration: Grow Up

Traits: Unstable, Family-Oriented, Athletic

Religion: Grusyn

Tommy Ottomas

Class: Peasant

Zodiac: Cancer - 6/4/6/4/5

One True Hobby: Science

Aspiration: Grow Up

Traits: Unstable, Green Thumb

Religion: Grusyn

[mugunghwc]

unprompted ask / always accepting

@kitschd​ said: David recalled Sunny wanting a video of David dancing, but wasn’t sure what for. He opened his messaging app and uploaded a video of himself breakdancing, show casing his best tricks to a hip-hop track in the background. He was really proud of that one since it show cased his really impressive footwork and the windmill he just mastered. ‘What do you think? Still learning, but I think I’m making pretty good progress.’ He wrote as the caption.  

         if there was someone who knew how difficult it could get to gain recognition among many other talented dancers, it was sunny. with idols gaining popularity in the west, it had brought with it, this new wave of people aspiring to become that—training day & night, for the chance of debuting some day & earning the fame & wealth that they aspired for. as for people like sunny, who focused more on the dancing aspect, they could often be overlooked by those with other talents—forcing him & many others to have to prove their worth through perseverance & hard work. that was the reason why training was so important ; keeping it constant by showing up at the studio every day.

     if he could help someone out, the way that he had been helped by others ( the studio owner, a choreographer that taught the group after him, etc ), he wanted to return the favour to someone the blond considered to be as stubborn & passionate as himself. david fell under that category. the video that he sent was impressive, despite sunny having watched him a few times before. his amazement was barely contained ; making him wonder why he hadn’t chosen anything else to do with his talent, & went for hosting instead.

     he typed back excitedly after sending a sticker of a duck with heart eyes, meant to show his appreciation for his skill.

      ‘ if this is you still learning, i can’t imagine how it must look when you perfect it. ‘ for dramatics, his message was followed by a teary bird.  ‘ you make me so proud. ‘

[huldrabitch]

I've been trying to search this up for a while, but for some reason I'm not figuring it out. Does anyone know who voiced Felix Alexius in DAI?