#BOUTTA GO READ

[phantomvegetable]

♡ Hello there ♡

Coming in to politely ask if you'd be happy doing a request for Legion (of the Frank variant please). 100% fine with creative liberties, but I'd adore a story following along the lines of the reader being an old flame before he ended up in the fog, and he is delighting in being a general nuisance for old times sakes. Why be nice and romantic when you can be a pain ♡

ALSO! All the best to you, your writing is really cool from what I've read, and I'm hyped you opened up requests ♡♡♡

h-HI *VIBRATING UNCONTROLLABLY* KSKSKSKDJ

YES ABSOLUTELY <33333 i love the dynamic, hehehehehheehhe

THANK YOU SO MUCH btw ;;A;; it makes my day / makes me want to write more when I hear things like this !! I really appreciate it <3

Legion (Frank) x Reader

ghosts of the future notes: soulmate au, legion members are 18+ at time of disappearance and during reader’s interactions w/ them before the fog tw’s: frank is an ass, strong language, canon typical violence & maybe some torture ?

What would it take to find out what happened to Frank Morrison?

That would be your question for the next two years after his disappearance along with his friends (if you could even call them that—they mostly just followed him around like deranged cult members… but, then again, they were your friends, too). The fucker left you with far too many questions, an unforgiving anger, and the tragic mark of a soulmate.

Yes, Frank was your soulmate—it was proven by the unsuspecting fingerprints wrapped around your wrist in an attempt to grab you during one of your more violent moments of roughhousing. It left Frank speechless, for once; meanwhile, you went berserk. Julie was his girlfriend, not you—you were just some bonus lackey with far too much time on your lonely hands and a concerning obsession with crime.

You avoided him and the Legion for days; only coming into contact with Frank when he approached you one night, alone and seemingly troubled.

“We’re finally doing it,” Frank muttered with his hands in his pockets, masked face turned away from you. “Making a name for ourselves. It’s happening tonight.”

“Good for you,” You barked out bitterly, arms crossed as you stood uneasily in your living room. “I won’t bail you out if you guys get caught.”

“Come with us,” Frank offered after a beat of silence, finally facing you with an outstretched hand. Just looking at it made you shudder—made you want to run and hide. He seemed to sense your discomfort and pocketed his hands instead, straightening himself out before you.

“I���“ You shifted, glancing away warily. “I can’t.” Frank seems to pick up on the double meaning, huffing in irritation.

“Look, Toots. Just because we’re marked or whatever doesn’t mean we haf’ta act like strangers or nothin—“

“I don’t care!” You had snapped, baring your teeth like a caged animal. “Maybe it doesn’t mean that much to you, Frank, but it does to me.” He doesn’t respond. You curl in on yourself even tighter and turn your back to him. “So just—just go.”

You didn’t mean for him to take it literally. He left you alone after that, going so far as to vanish seemingly from existence after the uncovering of a janitor’s dead body just a few days later.

But you wouldn’t let him get away that easily.

The stubborn fire that kept you alive this long coaxed into you following Frank’s trail, leading you down the same path that ended up with blood on your hands. The fog came shortly after. And when it did, you were still the one hunting. Hunting answers, hunting a hunch, hunting feelings that wouldn’t go away.

The trials were easy. You simply had to slash, stab, and destroy through them until the fog returned you to the same decrepit building that quickly became home; and, the place that you continued your search.

“Still obsessing over lover boy, hmm?” A sickly sweet voice purrs from behind, stirring you from your pondering. You barely flinch.

“What do you want, Danny?” You sigh, removing your mask to rub at your face in exhaustion.

“What, I can’t visit my favorite psycho?” He chirps playfully, fiddling with the decaying photo of you and the Legion from where he sits in the dark. You swipe it from his grubby little hands with a look that could kill. “Easy, tiger,” The masked murderer lifts his hands in mock defense. “I was just looking.”

“Yeah, well, could you not?” You groan, hunching over various notes splayed out messily on a desk. “I’m trying to concentrate.” You feel his stare on your back, the sensation louder than the silence that follows.

“You know, I could just show you where he and his puppets hang out.” The way you turn around and stare at Danny is almost comedic.

“What?” You seethe out after a moment, bones popping from how tight you ball your hands into fists. “You mean you knew where he was this whole time and said nothing?” Danny shrugs.

“You never asked.”

The urge to strangle someone was never stronger than in that moment, and you told Danny as much. He just smiles coyly from behind the mask.

When you arrive at Mount Ormond, the numbing cold is a welcomed sensation as freezing winds nip at your skin. Anything to distract you from the nerves that ate at your insides like maggots feasting on a corpse.

The instructions Danny gave you were simple enough, and even though the drawing of the cabin where the Legion supposedly camped out in was utter shit, you found yourself on the doorstep of a to-be reunion with your old mates. It felt way too formal to knock; so you fell into the familiar habit of entering unannounced, climbing through a second-story window that was left unlocked after discovering that the front door wouldn’t budge. Typical.

Tiptoeing through an unwelcoming room consisting of one worn-out couch and a busted TV, the telltale mark of a Legion mask—Susie’s, from the looks of it—resting on a torn cushion has your heart lifting as your fingers stretch to brush against it. They really were here. You swallow thickly.

“Susie?” You find yourself calling out, stepping into the empty corridor. You look left, then right. Nothing. You try a room down the hall, finding no sign of life there either. “Joey? It’s me!”

“They’re not here,” A strikingly haunting voice that makes your breath stutter says coolly from behind, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up straight and chills to prickle all along your arms. Turning to face your ghost, your gaze strikes like iron against Frank’s green one hidden from behind a smiling mask that looks like it’s taken a decent beating over the years. His arms are crossed, and he leans nonchalantly against the wall in an unbothered display. But you knew Frank, and he was pissed. And, quite honestly, so were you.

You find your fists tightening as you stand across from him just like that night, becoming more and more angry. Even more annoyingly, Frank senses this and sighs, unwinding his posture to mimic that of someone trying to calm a wild beast. “Toots—“

That did it.

With a snarl, you spring forward; your fist connecting with Frank’s stupid smiling mask and cracking it nearly in half. He grunts out in shock as he tried to dodge your right hook, hands instinctively catching your wrists just like they did that fateful day and pulling you with him as Frank is sent careening to the floor.

And, just like that, the two of you are whisked into a trial.

You’re still on top of Frank when you spawn outside, wrestling him into the snow.

“What is wrong with you?!” Frank hisses, teeth bared visibly from where you broke his mask.

“What’s wrong with me?!” You laugh cruelly, using your hips to pin him down. “What’s wrong with you?! You fucking disappeared, Frank!” He exerts an impressive amount of strength in order to throw off balance, flipping you over.

“And why would that fucking matter to you?” He retorts. “You’re the one who shut us out!”

“Well excuse me for needing a minute!” You bristle, struggling against his hold. “I had just found out that my soulmate is an asshole who also happens to be insane!”

That strikes something in Frank. He growls audibly as he pulls you up, immediately shoving your face into the snow and making a hasty retreat. You gasp as you stagger to your feet, spitting out melted chunks of ice. You whip around to search for your culprit, eyes narrowing at the sight of Frank running towards the town.

“Coward!” You call after him, giving chase.

You pass multiple survivors that are surely watching on in a stupor as you catch up to Frank, tackling him to the ground again. The two of you grapple until he has you pinned again, this time holding a knife to your throat. Your fury flares.

“Enough!” He commands. “If you want to prove something so badly, why don’t you show me what you can do?” Frank emphasizes his point by pulling his knife away and hurling it at the first unlucky bystander that attempts to flee, sending him to his hands and knees. As the man—Dwight, you bothered to remember—cries out in agony, you glare up at Frank’s slowly-forming smirk, knowing he’s caught your interest.

“Fine,” You relent, and Frank releases you. You stomp to where Dwight grovels, brandishing your own weapon and striking him down without a moment’s hesitation. Jutting your chin over your shoulder at Frank—who fails to hide his smugness—you remove the knife embedded in Dwight’s shoulder and toss it at the brute’s feet, pulling your own accoutrement free. Without waiting, you move on to your next victim, leaving Frank behind to watch you ruthlessly chase them down. He grins, joining you in the hunt.

The two of you manage to bring down five of the eight survivors, wreaking havoc to generators along the way. It becomes a sick sort of game between the two of you to see who can kill the most, and just how diabolically you executed the final blow. Unexpectedly, it does a lot to bring your anger to a simmer; your tensed muscles finally relaxing from their coils as you hack, hack, hacked away.

Another survivor falls to the ground beneath you, dead.

“That’s six,” You announce, Frank just a few feet ahead of you. He laughs—a sound that tickles your brain.

“Keeping count, are we?” He teases. There’s a playful lilt to his voice that you haven’t heard in years—a welcomed gesture.

“Someone has to,” You quip back, and Frank laughs again. You smile.

You step over the carcass and vault the window that was so narrowly missed by the unfortunate woman Frank has trapped underfoot, coming to stand by his side as she squirms and fights to no avail.

“You’re sick!” She gasps, moaning in pain as Frank increases pressure, surely breaking a rib or two.

“That’s no way to talk to the lady,” He jeers, eyes flickering at you. You snort.

“Both of you! You t-two are—ack—psychos!”

You half-expect another witty remark from Frank, half-expect him to snuff her out.

What you don’t expect are his next words.

“Then we must be perfect for each other,” He mumbles, making your ears perk. “We’re soulmates, you know?” Your heart backflips.

“Frank,” You begin to warn him, but he continues.

“Fuckin’ soulmates, you hear?” He suddenly grabs your hand and you go rigid, the contact making your stomach turn. The two of you had been wearing gloves for the entirety of the match, so no marks would be visible—but the touch was enough to make your skin tingle underneath the material. The woman’s brows tighten.

“K-Killers can’t have soulmates,” She wheezes. “You don’t have souls.” Frank’s hand tightens around your own.

“Well it’s a good thing you ain’t God, ain’t it?” He utters snidely before driving his heel down as hard as he can, ending her life. Seven. You let go of Frank’s hand and step back, Frank letting you.

“What the hell, Frank?” You whisper in a shaky breath, clouds of white dispelling the sentiment.

“…I’m sorry,” He tells you finally, turning to face you in shame. His eyes speak of the remorse he feels. “I completely disregarded your feelings when we found out we were marked, and I’m sorry.” Your chest swells in a flurry of emotions.

“But… but you disappeared,” You remind him, unconsciously drawing in on yourself. Frank, ever so cautiously, takes a step towards you.

“It wasn’t my fault,” He speaks calmly, eyes boring into your own. “I was taken by the fog, same as any washed up bastard that ends up here.”

“But—but Julie?” Frank sighs.

“Jules and I… it’s complicated,” He grimaces. “She freaked when she found out I was marked and it wasn’t wit’ her. She doesn’t know it’s you.” Your mouth feels dry.

“But…”

“If I didn’t know any better,” Frank’s voice is low and a husk away, and you didn’t realize just how close he’d gotten. “I’d say you’re fighting for reasons to stay angry at me. Why did you come all the way out here?” Is his disarming question—that, paired with the way his hand brushes cheek when he moves a strand of hair behind your ear—that has you sharply inhaling.

“I—“ You stammer, searching his face. “I was so angry at you,” You begin. “I was so shocked to find out I even had a soulmate, and then you treated it like it wasn’t a big deal—“ Your breath shudders. “I was so mad at you, Frank. To top it off, you up and disappear after telling me you were finally ‘making a name for yourself,’ and a dead body is discovered a few days later? What was I supposed to think, Frank?”

“You could have just let me go,” He mutters, hand lingering on your cheek. You drop your head in resignation, sighing.

“I know,” You grumble. Frank lifts your chin up between his forefinger and thumb as he raises his mask at the same time, finally revealing that same scruffy face you’d grown accustomed to. An oddly soft expression graces his scarred features, and you find yourself unable to speak over the lump in your throat.

“Do you still want to accept me as your soulmate, even with all of…this?” Frank gestures to the empty space where the survivor’s body once was, it having been swallowed up by the entity minutes ago. The chuckle that escapes you surprises even yourself.

“Frank,” You snicker. “I literally just killed people with you. That’s how I ended up here,” You tell him, matching his gaze evenly. He continues to search your eyes for a beat before stepping back.

“In that case…” Frank lowers his mask over his face again, retrieving his knife in one hand while holding the other out to you. “Would you care to finish what we started?”

Whatever anger you held towards Frank in that moment was now gone, seemingly melted away by those eight simple words. You accepted his hand with a small smile; one that said, okay, I’ll trust you. He begins to lead the two of you forward but stops, catching you immensely off guard when he whisks you into his arms, slides his mask up, and plants a massive, wet kiss on your cheek, surely leaving a mark that wouldn’t be so easy to hide without a covering. You let out incoherent noises as Frank slips his mask into place, laughing at your disposition while dodging your sloppy fists.

“Frank, you asshole!” Your words lack any actual bite to them, this serving to make Frank cackle even harder as he once again evades you by taking off with you hot on his heels.

[fellamarsh]

another thing i've been trying to do recently is read more self-published stuff. "but fell," you say, "you're a self-published author. surely you've been reading self-published stuff all along" and then i laugh for so long in response we both become uncomfortable.

see, the fear (which has for a long time been killing my mind) that i'll read other self-published stuff and find out that it's so much better than mine that i might as well stop writing forever kept me from doing that basically ever. i have a hard time not unfavorably comparing my work to others and had convinced myself i was being smart by withholding an avenue of de-motivation (reader: i was not being smart). it also doesn't help that i'm pretty low income and have a hard time spending money on books i haven't already read, and that self-published stuff isn't always available at the library---but really a lot of it was just me being a coward. which i'm working on. i could talk about how this particular cowardice is Very Silly, but i think enough has been said about it on writeblr and in the Writing Space in general that i don't feel the need to (though i will if anyone wants me to).

instead, i wanna talk about the self-published things i have read in the past few months and ask about the self-published things you love!

so: what happened was i got real sick, and while i was real sick i (naturally) read over 200,000 words of ace attorney fan fiction in the span of a few days. eventually i got bored of it (and also maybe annoyed at how people were characterizing some of my guys), but i still wanted to read something gay and romantic and nice, something i knew was gonna end happily, which isn't my typical fare.

now you may be saying (having gotten over all the uncomfortable laughter from earlier) "fell, you write gay romance. what do you mean that's not your typical fare?" listen. until a couple months ago i hadn't read a cut and dry romance novel since before i finished college. for context: i graduated in 2015. i know it doesn't make sense. i'm a guy who doesn't make sense.

but in this case it worked to my advantage. not the not making sense thing, but the not having read Published Romance in 1000 years thing. I didn't know where to start. I was very skeptical of everything the library had Available Now in the Gay Fantasy Romance category. what if it was all bad and also not good?

and then i scrolled past the familiar cover of our very own @ashen-crest's A Rival Most Vial.

now this was comfortable territory! this was a novel by a very nice writeblr person whose posts i enjoy! i already loosely knew the plot, i was familiar with the characters, i knew the names of things like rosemond street and the griffin's claw and that ambrose had blue hair and that at the end of it all there would definitely be Boyfriends. i didn't have to worry that this would be bad! i only had to worry that it would be really good!

but i wasn't worried about that, because i was officially Not Writing at the time, and because why the hell hadn't i read this book yet Ash literally emailed me some very kind words last year when my cat died??

Y'all, I devoured ARMV. If you haven't read it yet---especially if cozy fantasy is more your thing than it is mine---you should check it out Immediately. It was fun! It was heartwarming! It was sweet and earnest and confident! I was delighted to find it was occasionally hot! Ambrose and Eli snuggled up into my sick exhausted heart and found a permanent little place there. (Especially Ambrose. I have such a thing for Stiff Guys who Kind of Suck for Tragic Backstory Reasons and are So So Lonely They Don't Even Realize It. gawd)

(And a very small part of my brain spent the whole time wondering why I had been so afraid to really engage with the work my community is doing. The community that I'm in. The one I'm a part of. Why?! Maybe more on that later.)

But from there the curse was broken! I immediately devoured @stjohnstarling's What Manner of Man in a similar sort of frenzy (and hooooly shit guys am I excited for the expanded, finalized version to come out at the end of next month!) and started digging into @lurinatftbn's The Flower that Bloomed Nowhere (which I can already tell is going to be an All Time Favorite).

And now I want to ask you what your favorite self-published books are so that I can read them, too, but I think I will in another post that doesn't dedicate so much space to talking about my various and sundry Issues and isn't Terminally Long

[your9thsymphony]

Posting my favorite panel from every episode of Purple Hyacinth because I miss it severely

Day 42: Episode 41

[the-limbuscompanybus-blog]

faust - favorite book? or recommendations maybe? if you have any you wanna share i’d love to hear them!

Near Death Near Life : A Journey into the Mystic is a book Faust is about to start reading. Faust shall share faer findings and opinions soon. (👻)

[sadboi37]

I FUCK WITH THE PUBLIC LIBRARY YEAH BOIIIII FREE BOOKS AND RESOURCES!!!!!!!!!

[cheswirls]

looking @ old fic i started when i was 14/15 is so funny bc im realizing once again why i never mark fics as abandoned even if its been literal years since i've touched them. specifically i was checking docs for stuff i started and either did or didn't post to ffn.

and its like. nothing is bad??? like i can see where my outside-the-box ideal of fic writing comes from. not just fics but writing in general, i'm p sure. even if it's a total cliche plot setup, there are details on each that rly make it stand out like oh yeahhhhhh i did have this great idea once upon a time.

funny too bc was it executed well in prose??? no absolutely not i wrote like shit when i was 15. would i revive an idea one day and revise it to be less cliche or cringy while still keeping the stand-out elements??? yea maybe. i might. everything i'm currently working on that i started from 2021 up to now still holds my supreme interest, but like i'm not gonna say never.

esp since i write fic first and foremost for my own need and specifically what i like to read, it makes it impossible to consider an idea i've thought extensively about "not worth writing anymore". anyway not making this too long i jus found everything interesting to consider

[bringingsexcback]

tell me why i’m just finding out now about lestappen gate 2023

[super-oddity]

please go engage with the article tiutffye has a cover and i started crying at work

[readers-folly]

yes i am keeping to schedule

no i do not actually have one planned, stfu

[hexellent]

"It's quite lively around here."

[aria0fgold]

Gotta love how Mel kicked me in the ass when I drew him and now he's kicking me in the ass too while I'm trying to write a whumptober snippet with him.

[voidignitia]

omg why did i ever skip ballad of songbirds and snakes im loving it so much its so good

[toytle]

masterpost of ALL my psych fanart EVER!!! (mostly 2022)

tip jar

[ID in alt + readmore]

IMAGE 1: psych fanart of shawn spencer holding a furby in his childhood bedroom, exclaiming, “dude! did you know i had a furby?!” on a red rotary phone.

IMAGE 2: shawn and gus sharing a pineapple drink. shawn is excited abt sharing it with gus while gus looks apprehensive/flustered about it.

IMAGE 3: gus showering, peeking an eye open as a question mark pops above his head. a shadow forms behind the curtain.

IMAGE 4: shawn pulling back the curtain and nonchalantly asking gus a question: “hey are we—stop screaming, it’s just me—are we out of cheetos?” gus shrieks and covers himself up.

IMAGE 5: shawn holding lassiter and gus’s heads in psychic concentration. annoyed, lassiter asks, “does he have to do this every time?” gus responds indifferently, “you get used to it.”

IMAGE 6: shawngus redrawn as twink boutta pounce meme. gus is infodumping about special interest #148, explaining what T-rexes used to sound like, while shawn looks at gus fondly, very much not listening.

IMSGE 7: shawn putting his fingers up to his temples, directing all of his energy at a floating slice of pizza. gus pretends to look shocked, holding the pizza up by a string behind his back. lassiter is taken aback, wondering, “how is he doing that?!”

IMAGE 8: headshot busts of lassiter looking annoyed, shawn and gus looking at each other with a knowing apprehension, and juliet looking serious. 

IMAGE 9: lassiter grabbing shawn by the collar and shoving a finger in his face, angrily saying, “now you listen here, spencer—“ shawn is distractedly looking down at his mouth and smiling like the cat who got the cream. a tiktok screenshot in the background reads: me instigating a fight becuase the guy was hot and i want him on me.

IMAGE 10: juliet, gus, and shawn redrawn as the powerpuff girls applebees comic meme. gus rambles about state capitals while shawn says exasperatedly, “stop talking about states.” juliet turns to gus and asks “do you wanna go to applebees?” gus responds, “sure, hang on,” then turns to point at shawn and says, “fuck you.” shawn crosses his arms petulantly.

IMAGE 11: various shawn doodles. the 1st looks unimpressed and says, ��i could solve all of the unsolved mysteries myself. it’s not that hard.” the 2nd is a redraw of a screencap subtitled: [shawn meows]. the 3rd shawn has his hands up in unearned surrender, saying, “i’m staying out of this” while an arrow pointing at him reads: guy that started it. the 4th is a redraw of shawn covering his mouth in a laugh.

IMAGE 12: 2 shawn doodles. the 1st shawn walking in with a speech bubble of a textpost that reads: hi sorry for ghosting you im being tormented by psychic horrors beyond your wildest comprehensions. the 2nd shawn gestures to himself humble-braggingly with a speech bubble of a textpost that reads: talking about your feelings is SO important i won’t do it but you guys definitely should. an arrow points to him reading: local man w/ undiagnosed adhd + autism allegedly “proud of not having to go to therapy.”

IMAGE 13: 2 gus doodles. the 1st gus is leaning over as if to gossip and says, “heard about pluto? that’s pretty messed up.” an edited textpost above him reads: absolutely love it when gus goes “lately i’m obsessed with” and then says the most mundane thing ever. the 2nd gus points to a laptop agitatedly with a speech bubble of a textpost that reads: did it hurt? when i told you google it and i was right.

IMAGE 14: gus is obliviously typing on his laptop as shawn is staring at him in concentration with his fingers to his temples. brain wave doodles are sent in gus’s direction. shawn’s thought bubble is a textpost that reads: it’s so rude when someone doesn’t feel you yearning deeply for them… bestie how much more brain waves do i have to fire at you.

IMAGE 15: shawn is leaning on gus’s shoulder with an airy delight and says with a speech bubble of a textpost: love the way we finish each others sentences. it’s like we’re soulmates or the beastie boys. gus smiles at him fondly.

IMAGE 16: shawn and gus as furbys named shawnby & furgus. shawn is pineapple-themed with a pony bead necklace that says SIKE! gus is blue and purple with busines pinstripes and a purple-pink tie.

[overdramaticbaddie]

Boutta rant abt my blorbo sooo spoiler warning for new Deltarune chaptersss

So.

Berdly.

We got almost NOTHING about him from the new chapters, but I think he deserves to be discussed in light of the new information.

First things first, I don't think enough people talk about the obvious parallels between him and Susie.

Both have spent a lot of time antagonizing Kris, Both sided with the "Villian" in the dark world, and used it to fulfill various fantasies of theirs (susie getting to beat up everyone there, berdly trynna build "smarttopia" or whatever) Both experienced significant character development in the dark world (unfortunately, berdly immediately backtracked as soon as he "woke up") Both cope with feelings of inadequacy by lashing out at others and trying to make themselves seem "bigger" and "cooler" than they actually are (Susie through physical intimidation and Berdly through manipulation and self-aggrandizing behavior) Both have strangely protective tendancies???? Both feel like side characters in their own story. Both are unpopular with peers and authority figures Not to mention, their weapons are EXTREMELY SIMILAR WTF

And also, something I find really interesting,

Neither of them are a part of "the three heroes" of the prophecy.

LONG-ASS PROPHECY INTERPRETATION TANGENT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BERDLY:

The part of the prophecy where the three "heroes" are mentioned, when put in order, reads as follows:

"The first hero. The cage, with human soul and parts.

The second hero, the girl with hope crossed on her heart.

The third hero, the prince, alone in deepest dark.

And last ,was the girl. At last, was the girl."

While it may seem that Susie would be the second hero, especially with how she is associated with hope in chapter 4, the image that goes with that line appears to be a girl in robes, holding a sword (possibly the sword made from the thorn ring) implies noelle may have actually been the one intended to be the second hero.

The way the image of the girl holding the sword is also used with "love finds the girl", with some of these images including a small SOUL in the chest of the girl pictured. This correlates to how, in the weird route, we seem to have implanted a piece of our SOUL, and thus our control, into her. As well as the implications of "love" finding her, suggesting that the second hero will have violence thrust upon her, which happens to Noelle in the weird route.

That, plus the fact that Kris wanted to be partnered with noelle in the group project, that Susie only ended up in the dark world by pure coincidence, further suggests that Noelle was the second hero intended by the prophecy.

Also, the image that goes with the "At last was the girl" line, looks exactly like "Rude Buster", one of Susie's attacks, which she uses to defeat the titan along with Gerson at the end of chapter 4.

LONG-ASS PROPHECY INTERPRETATION TANGENT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BERDLY IS OVER, NOW I WILL CONTINUE TO TALK ABT THE PROPHECY JUST WITH BERDLY NOW

Now that that's out of the way, I wanna talk about how the prophecy deals with Berdly, which I find FASCINATING.

If you're confused because you don't remember seeing anything at all relating to Berdly in the prophecy in Chapter 4, you're 100% right on the FUCKING MONEY.

He's

NOT

FUCKING

IN THERE

He's never mentioned ONCE, despite the prophecy discussing many characters and events that go beyond the main "three heroes" thing,

whether it's King's defeat, Queen's "chariots", Tenna being sliced up, Lancer saying Toothpaste boy, Asgore in asylum, fuckign JOCKINGTON GROWING A BEARD, the prophecy is littered with references to things that happen all over previous chapters.

But, the thing is, NONE of those things would have been changed if Berdly wasn't in the game.

As far as the prophecy is concerned,

Berdly doesn't exist.

This wouldn't seem too important if it weren't for the fact that he is DIRECTLY INVOLVED in the ONLY game-changing decision SO FAR.

Without him, there is no weird route.

Sure, you can choose to cancel it several times afterward, but the thing is, that's the only time you shift the route of the game. After that, you can only either double down or backtrack, not forge any new paths.

It's strange that someone who functions as the marker between to distinct paths wouldn't be mentioned in the prophecy.

So, here's a little theory of mine:

I think Berdly's the big sleeper character in Deltarune.

Think about it,

out of the main 5, (the lighteners and ralsei,) he's the one we know LEAST about. Sure, they all have mysteries attached to them, but that's part of the reason they're THERE.

Berdly so far has nothing going for him storywise besides him being an annoying fuckwad who gets his shit absolutely wrecked in the weird route.

I genuinely don't believe Toby Fox would make such a unique character who fits the themes of the game perfectly just to eat shit in an alternative route and be forgotten.

I think players are SUPPOSSED to forget him, SUPPOSED to just be like ugh it's that fuckin bird that I hate and move on.

ESPECIALLY since he gets so little screentime in the new chapters, I think Toby is lulling us into a false sense of berdly-less security, letting us think he's served his purpose in the plot.

(and Ik this is probably hard to believe, since if ur reading this ur probably in the corner of the fandom that LOVES berdly, but most Deltarune players do tend to totally dismiss him)

I think Tony Forks is gonna hit us with a berdly-shaped truck in SPECIFICALLY chapter 5, since the weird route only affects ONE THING in the light world outside of Kris and Noelle's sanity.

Berdly being at the festival.

ISTG SOMETHING'S GONNA HAPPEN WITH HIM

but yea, berdly is 100% a sleeper in the plot.

Also kerdly is canon.

[demie90s]

Go Together

Natisha Hiedeman x Fem!Reader

MASTERLIST | MORE | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

summary: Court and T invite you to join one of their chill Stud Budz livestreams, just to talk, vibe, and read the chat—but the viewers catch on fast.

genre: WLW, fluff, slow-burn flirting, livestream slice-of-life, queer chaos, friends-to-lovers-but-secret

warnings: Strong flirtation, suggestive touches, overwhelming gay panic, excessive bickering and stolen drinks,

word count: ~ 1.5k

The screen flicks on to the soft glow of LED lights and Courtney’s voice dragging before the camera even settles.

“Okay, y’all, we live, we live. Calm down. Damn.”

She adjusts the webcam, squinting like someone’s mom trying to FaceTime for the first time. “T, say hey before they think I kidnapped you or somethin.”

T leans in from the side, already sipping from a cup that is definitely not hers. “What’s up, gang,” she says, eyes drifting back toward the bed behind them where I’m laid out.

Court clock it quick. “See? Already. She already got T drinkin her drink and ain’t even been on camera yet. We not even five minutes in and y’all doin domestic shit.”

I lift my head slightly. Hoodie halfway up my face. One sock on. Phone in hand. “She stole it. Again,” I say, calm, like I ain’t already staring her down from across the room.

T grins at me like she know I ain’t finna do a damn thing about it. “It was closer to me,” she says, and takes another sip. “That’s basically the law.”

“Wait why she laying in the BED?”

“They go together.”

“Court look TIRED.”

“Tisha blink twice if you in love.”

Court starts reading the chat out loud, scrolling like it’s her job. “Why she laid up like it’s her stream??” she reads, snorting. “Y’all act like we don’t got guests sometimes.”

I glance over. “Am I a guest or do I live here now? Be honest.”

T look at me real slow. “You here enough,” she mutters under her breath, sipping again.

Court catch it. “Nah. Nope. Not y’all doin married energy in my lil ol’ Twitch room.” And from there it spiral.

We start talking about everything. Postgame rituals. Embarrassing high school moments. Somebody in the chat ask T why she wear mismatched Crocs all the time and she say, “Cause if I’m already ugly after practice, why try?”

Courtney laughs so hard she damn near knocks over the mic. “You not even ugly! You just built like a spicy toothpick.”

T flicks a middle finger in her direction. I laugh from the bed and say, “That’s my spicy toothpick lowkey though”

“OH?????”

“YOUR spicy what now???”

“Court boutta log off and take a nap”

“They GOOFY. They in love and goofy.”

T just smirks. Doesn’t deny it. Just shifts her body toward me a little more like she always does when she tryna be slick but can’t hide it. I catch her looking at me while Court talking. Not even lowkey. Just… looking.

And then Court reads a comment out loud that says, “Y’all give dating vibes. Be honest.” She turns and stares at both of us like the nosy auntie she is. “So… y’all dating or nah? Cause I ain’t got time for speculation. This ain’t Love & Hip Hop.”

T raises an eyebrow. I stretch my legs out and yawn real dramatic. “Why? You jealous?”

Court rolls her eyes. “Yeah. Jealous I don’t got nobody who steals my snacks and insults me.”

T leans back, same calm tone, “She don’t just steal snacks. She steal hoodies too. And my playlist. And my lotion.”

Court gasps. “Lotion? Not the shea butter??”

I sit up just to point at T. “She smell like me. That’s how y’all should’ve known.”

“OH THEY DATING DATING.”

“Court the third wheel LMAOOO”

“She smell like me is CRAZYYY”

“I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT.”

T shrugs, still smug with my cup in her hand. “What can I say,” she says, glancing at me again. “She taste good too.”

Court SCREAMS. “END THE STREAM. END IT NOW. TWITCH GONNA BAN US.”

I fall back laughing on the bed, hoodie over my face. T puts the cup down like she ain’t just blow up the internet. Courtney up pacing, talking to herself.

“Why I always gotta be the adult. I’m too damn young to feel this old.”

We don’t even acknowledge it. Not really. Just let the chat spiral, let the speculation do what it do. Cause that’s how we like it.

Stream still rolling. Chat not slowing down. Courtney got her feet kicked up now, scrolling through comments like she getting paid to narrate mess.

Meanwhile, in the background, it’s me and T… still doing the most without doing too much.

I shift on the bed, glance around for my drink—again. “Where’s the one you just brought me?”

T, calm as ever, lifts it and takes another sip like it don’t got my lipstick on the rim.

I sit up, deadass. “Ain’t no way.”

She blinks, like she genuinely ain’t done nothin wrong. “You wasn’t holdin it.”

“I set it down for two seconds.” My voice raise a little, playful but dramatic, and I mug the hell outta her.

Courtney already giggling. “Y’all real married about some juice, huh.”

“’Cause she do this all the time,” I argue, sitting up fully now, looking right at the camera. “I’ll open a brand-new one, turn around, and it’s halfway gone like I hallucinated it.”

T leans her back against the desk, cool as ever, licking her lips like she just got away with robbery. “You be leavin stuff unattended. That’s a crime.”

“You the crime,” I mutter, snatching the drink out her hand. “Identity theft.”

She lets me take it. For like—three whole seconds.

Then she’s creeping over again, like she ain’t just been caught, and suddenly she’s got me in a full fake headlock, dragging me close so I’m squished against her side while she pretends to read comments over my head.

“Look at this,” she says, pointing at the screen. “They said, ‘T, blink twice if you need boundaries.’”

Courtney wheezes. “I KNOW that’s right!”

I struggle just a little, trying to lean back and breathe but T’s already got me hooked. And then she deadass puts her hand over my mouth when I start to talk. Just flat palm. Like I’m a toddler about to say some embarrassing shit at a family cookout.

“HELP ME 😭😭”

“Not silencing her on LIVE”

“Tisha said shhhh baby the grown folks talkin”

“This is a RELATIONSHIP”

I swipe her hand away with a grin, gasping like I’ve been wronged. “Oh okay. Bet. My turn.” I start to lunge for her ribs, fingers poised for war.

Court sees it happening and immediately gives up. She throws her head back laughing, already slouched in her chair.

“I can’t take y’all seriously! Look at them, man. I’m trying to talk about our last game and these two in the back having a softcore play fight.”

I’m mid-wrestle when T starts rubbing my back real slow, like that’s gonna calm me down. And it kinda does. I stop trying to tickle her, my body slumping back into her a little, and we both lowkey just sit there.

She leans down a little, whispering, “You dramatic.”

I look up at her, smirking. “Shut up.”

She kisses my shoulder like it’s nothing. Like we’re not still live. Court’s reading another chat now but can’t even get through it, cause she’s laughing too hard.

“They said, ‘Y’all not slick. She been in that girl lap this whole time.’”

T shrugs, arms still around me. “She warm.”

“She WARM????”

“Bro they not hiding it at all”

“Court is just tryna read comments and these two in love on main”

“THE SOFT SHOULDER KISS?”

“This stream is actually my love language”

And I can’t even focus anymore. T’s rubbing my back in little circles, and every time I try to talk, she catches me off guard with some slight touch or a glance that got my chest doing backflips.

I try to explain something stupid—some meme from earlier—but I can’t stop laughing mid-sentence, wheezing like an old man while Court cackles at me.

“You good?” she asks between laughs.

“No,” I say, wiping my eyes. “I can’t breathe. She—she just be doin stuff to me mid-thought. I can’t even get my jokes off right.”

T just smiles real subtle, dragging her nails down my spine like she know what she doing. “Keep talkin, baby. I’m listenin.”

I pause. Turn and look at her. “That’s crazy. That’s actually disrespectful.”

Court’s gone now, just holding her stomach. “I’m leavin y’all. The stream can have y’all. This the ‘T and her lil situation-ship hour.’ I’m the guest now.”

“T and her lil situation is WILD”

“Nah this whole stream is foreplay and vibes”

“She said ‘keep talkin baby’ and meowed”

“Court the third wheel but also the favorite auntie we need”

The stream don’t end. Just keeps flowing like we in the living room on a Sunday afternoon. Me curled in T’s lap now, T stealing my third drink, Court narrating the mess like a nature documentary.

And somewhere in the comments, someone types:

“I came for the jokes… I stayed for the domestic lesbian excellence.”

Yeah. That’s exactly what it is.

@xxsnowxx213 @draculara-vonvamp @kcannon-1436-blog @let-zizi-yap @perksofbeingatrex @soapyonaropey @julieluvspb @non3ofurbusiness @kcannon-1436-blog

[chrissturnsfav]

rapper!chris being superr clingy when star comes back from recording 🙏🙏

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris being clingy

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬, since i didn't have time to work on a smut prompt tonight, here's something cute from my drafts :)

you barely make it through the front door of chris' house before you kick off your shoes and head straight upstairs. your whole body feels heavy, weighed down by hours in the studio, the same songs looping in your head, your voice worn out from take after take. you just need a shower. maybe food. then sleep.

but the second you step into chris' room, he's on you.

"'bout time, kid," he mutters, pulling you in before you can react. one arm hooks around your waist, the other slides up your back, pressing you into him like he’s trying to fuse you together. he smells like cologne and weed, his skin warm against yours.

"chris," you sigh, barely managing to drop your bag before he’s walking you backward toward the bed.

"what?" chris says, grinning, lips brushing your temple. "missed my girl."

"you saw me this morning," you mumble, voice muffled against his hoodie.

"and? still missed you, mama."

you groan, trying to push him off, but he just drops onto the bed, pulling you down with him so you land half on top of him, half tangled in the sheets.

"chris—" you groan, frowning up at him.

"nah, you ain't goin' nowhere," chris says, locking his arms around you. "you stayin' right here. stop poutin'."

you huff against his hoodie, face being pulled into his chest with one of his hands cradling the back of your head lovingly.

"you smell like the outside," he mutters, lips brushing your jaw.

"yeah, because i was outside," you mumble, starting to squirm in his grip. "chris, let me shower."

"later." his hand slides under your shirt, rubbing slow, lazy circles into your back. "too much work. jus' stay."

you exhale, sinking into him despite yourself. he’s always like this when he gets in these moods—clingy, warm, all handsy, like he needs to make sure you don’t slip through his fingers.

his fingers drag up your spine, slow and absentminded, then dip under the waistband of your leggings. not enough to start anything, hand just resting on your hip gently.

"you actin' all stiff," he murmurs, voice low. "don’t like when you come home all tense 'n stressed. gimme all that, lemme take it."

you shiver but don’t move. he's solid under you, broad and warm, and your body is already betraying you, relaxing in his grip.

"you really don't got shit to say?" he teases with a little cheeky smirk. "for once?"

you groan. "chris."

"there she go," he laughs. "i was 'boutta be real concerned if you didn't start whinin' soon."

you lift your head just to glare at him, but he just smirks, smug as ever like he always does.

"you done?" you ask.

"nah," he says, flipping you onto your back so he can stretch out on top of you instead, arms caging you in. "i'm comfortable now."

"you're so annoying," you huff, giving in with a roll of your eyes as you wrap your arms around his neck.

"yeah, but look at you. givin' in already," he says easily with a snicker, kissing your cheek before dropping his head against your shoulder.

you roll your eyes, but you don't move. you'll admit, you love being in his arms when he gets all clingy like this. hell, he's lucky you're not babying him right now.

thank you for reading!! <3

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