#I love this funky and fucked up roleplay

[sing-me-under]

I have like ten different analyses of each of the the dsmp characters that are all very similar but differ slightly based on the varying interpretations of the world building of the SMP.

Like, are they hybrids or humans or completely nonhuman? How does that affect them? Does it change anything at all?

Are the members of the SMP the only ones in their world or are there hundreds or even thousands of unnamed citizens? How does that affect the importance of the nations? How deadly were the wars? How much grief permeates throughout the population? How bloody was Doomsday? Who has the most blood on their hands?

Were they just normal people pre-canon or did they have defining backstories? Or do they not remember their lives before the SMP at all? How does that change their world views?

Exactly what is the magic system of the DSMP? Is it just Minecraft mechanics or are there actual processes and knowledge that needs to be studied and practiced? If it’s the latter, who is better or worse at what? How does this affect their economy?

To what extent are the governments actually functional? Are there actual governing bodies or are they just groups of people? Is c!Eret an actual king who has to make complicated decisions or do they just sit and look pretty and occasionally send out royal decrees? Does anyone actually pay taxes?

Does the SMP take place in a server multiverse or is it just one giant planet and a bunch of lands that can be reached with long enough travel? How far does Dream’s adminship extend? Are Logstedshire and the Anarchist Commune actually outside Dream’s SMP? Is SMP just another word for territory since Wilbur called L’Manberg an SMP within Dream’s SMP?

How the fuck does procreation work???? Is it with the same logic as divine myths where people just spawn from random limbs or pop out of the woodwork? Is Mpreg a thing???? What about spawn eggs? How the fuck are babies? How the fuck does aging? What the fuck is anyone’s canon age??????

How does respawning work? Do people just have a lot of near death experiences and the canon deaths are the only ones actually perceived? Or do people just respawn like normal and they can only have three really traumatic deaths before they get stuck in limbo? What happens to their bodies after they die?

Gods are real, obviously, but why didn’t anyone believe in anyone other than Prime before they started fucking with people? Are these old gods with obscure pantheons or did they spawn into existence in response to a society? Exactly how godly are they? Are they even real gods or just very powerful eldritch beings calling themselves gods?

What the fuck even are comms? Are they redstone? Or are they a technology more similar to the nukes or robotics? How do they display canon vs noncanon deaths? To what extent do the comms function like Minecraft settings? Do they even have any functions besides the chat feature and coordinates?

What other technology exists? Kinoko watches anime, but is it a screen or is it a theatre? Do cars and guns and the like exist within their world but the DSMP specifically just doesn’t have the resources to build them? Or do they not exist at all?

HOW DOES THE TIMELINE FUCKING WORK???? HOW LONG WERE THE WARS? WERE THEY A COUPLE DAYS OR WERE THEY YEARS???? HOW LONG WAS EXILE??? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS TIME??? WHEN THE FUCK DOES LITERALLY ANYTHING TAKE PLACE??? HOW OLD WERE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS???????

[waywardsalt]

so. i've had an idea for a warrior cats fanfiction story, and have spent the last few years hammering out characters, the clans, how they work, the story... a whole lot of stuff. i've tried writing it before, and right now i don't have a current draft of early chapters, but I did recently write out a scene from much later in the story, and i'm pretty happy with it, soooo... here! a warrior cats fic scene i wrote in like an hour a week ago

By the time she led ShadeClan to the Gathering site, Emberstar felt her anxieties lessen. Her foreleg ached from the effort of the journey, but she kept her head high. Beside her, Acornfall glanced back at their clan, then nodded over to Emberstar. He led the clan down into the Gathering hollow, and Emberstar padded over to the slope up to the leader’s perch. PineClan and CliffClan cats were already quietly milling about in the hollow, and up on the overhang she could see Lakestar and Wolfstar waiting. There was no MoorClan scent among the gathered cats.

              Emberstar made her way up the slope she’d seen Gorsestar and Froststar before her traverse. It was a thin path, slowly becoming steeper and steeper as she slunk closer to the overhang, finally reaching the steep, gravelly slope that led up to the leaders’ perch. Down at the base of the cliff, she could see Acornfall joining the other deputies with a polite nod of his head, and Troutfoot was carefully weaving her way through the crowd to meet with the other healers. Emberstar twitched her whiskers when Lakestar and Wolfstar noticed her. She crouched and tensed her back legs and leapt up the slope.

              It wasn’t enough to reach the top, but she reached out with her forepaw and sunk her claws into the loose gravel and dug her back paws into the ground to keep from slithering back down. She slowly inched forward, moving a kittenstep at a time, but she kept her eyes fixed on the other leaders, more determined than ashamed of herself. Emberstar forced herself up the slope, but her heart skipped a beat when the gravel under her paw proved too loose to get a good enough grip- so close to the top, too. What a shame she had no other forepaw to lash out and find a grip with.

              Emberstar felt herself begin to slide back down the slope, but a pair of jaws grasped her by the scruff and hoisted her up onto the overhang. She clawed at the grass and stumbled a step when let go and turned to meet Wolfstar’s amused gaze. “Careful there, three-paw,” the CliffClan leader gruffly purred. “It’s bad luck to fall at your first Gathering as leader.” She brushed past Emberstar to sit back down next to Lakestar.

              With a huff, Emberstar followed her with a shake of her pelt. “I appreciate your help, but I would have been fine on my own. I suppose I owe you now?”

              Wolfstar’s whiskers twitched. “Are you saying ShadeClan is now in CliffClan’s debt?”

              The young leaders stared at each other, then broke out into amused purrs. Lakestar rolled her eyes and wrapped her tail around her paws. “So, you are ShadeClan’s leader now, Emberstar? Or is it still Emberblaze?”

              “It is Emberstar now. I visited the Moon Cavern for my lives only a few sunrises ago.”

              “May StarClan light your path as leader, then.” Lakestar stiffly dipped her head. Despite the brusque words, there was genuine respect in her pale eyes.

              Wolfstar’s own eyes were still bright with humor. “You’ll be great, I know it. What happened to Froststar, then?”

              Emberstar narrowed her eyes and turned her gaze to the gathered cats. “I’ll explain that once the Gathering begins. MoorClan is late tonight.” She surveyed the crowd of cats, peering straight down at the huddled healers. Sitting with her back to her PineClan clanmates, Flarelight was sitting close to Troutfrost. After a moment, she gazed up at the overhang, and her eyes met Emberstar’s. Her eyes grew wide and she stared at her littermate for a long moment until another healer got her attention. Then, as if she’d seen nothing, Flarelight flicked her tail and joined the conversation. Her twitching tail-tip was the only hint that she was distracted. Emberstar blinked. She’d become leader so recently that not even the other healers knew, much less the other clans’ warriors. In the crowd of CliffClan cats, she spotted Sunscorch, sitting with his fur brushing Moonwhisper’s, his eyes wide and his body stiff while he stared at his sister up on the overhang.

              Poor Sunscorch, so softhearted under those honed claws and strong limbs- he was likely to take the news of Froststar’s death the hardest. Emberstar held his gaze, blinked slowly, and turned her head to the sky. The moon was nearly overhead, and still MoorClan was absent.

              “You ought to start the Gathering now,” Wolfstar growled to Lakestar. “It’s newleaf, after all, and if MoorClan’s late then they’re late.”

              “We should wait,” Emberstar sharply mewed. “This is my first Gathering as leader, so it would be disrespectful to me as well as MoorClan if we begin without them. It may anger StarClan as well,” she finished in a murmur, flicking her tail-tip up at the sky. Wolfstar just bushed out her stormy gray fur and huffed.

              Lakestar gazed up at the sky. Emberstar looked over at her. For so long, as an apprentice, as a warrior, as the deputy, she’d never dared to be so close to the cold PineClan leader. But now, she was barely a tail-length from the sleek silver tabby, and they sat as equals in standing. Lakestar was likely at less than nine lives and Emberstar was without a right foreleg, but they were equals nonetheless.

              She was knocked from her thoughts by Wolfstar headbutting her. The larger cat nearly shoved her off-balance. “Glad to see that we’re both finally up here. I was waiting to see when you’d catch up, three-paw.”

              Emberstar licked Wolfstar’s ear. “You know I must take things slower than you.”

              “Who’d you pick as deputy?” Wolfstar leaned over the edge to inspect the group of deputies. “Hm- Acornfall?”

              “He’s a good warrior. Older than me by four seasons, so I trust his advice and his skill.”

              “I thought you would have picked Lavenderflash. Or maybe Darknose, you two always seemed close.”

              Emberstar gazed down at Lavenderflash, spotting the pure-black molly quickly- she was almost certain there was obvious fondness in her eyes as she looked at her former apprentice. “Lavenderflash is… young and still training her first apprentice. She is a good, loyal warrior, but not fit to be deputy or eventual leader in my mind. And Darknose…” The tom was sitting at the edge of the crowd, alone. “He is a possibility, but he still mourns his brother even all these moons later, so I don’t know if he would be the best choice.”

              Wolfstar made a sniff of approval, then her gaze snapped to the far hill. A yowl rang out, and the three leaders pricked their ears and the cats in the hollow turned to see MoorClan finally arrive, led by Applestar. Emberstar sat stiffly until she spotted Glowflame in the crowd, side-by-side with Orangeclaw. He joined the cats in the hollow with his clan while Applestar broke off to climb up to the overhang, and he seemed to murmur something to Orangeclaw before she angled her ears up at Emberstar. Glowflame looked up and spotted her, and his jaw dropped open. Emberstar couldn’t help but let out a purr of affection for her brother as he gaped in amazement at her.

              Applestar greeted the other leaders when he finally joined them, nodding briefly at Emberstar, and hurriedly sat down next to Lakestar, his mottled fur standing up along his spine. The leaders gave the cats in the hollow a few moments to settle down. In that time, Emberstar saw her littermates make their ways through the crowd towards each other. By the time Lakestar threw back her head and yowled to signify the beginning of the Gathering, Flarelight, Sunscorch, and Glowflame sat huddled together with their eyes trained on their sister. Emberstar met their gazes for just a heartbeat and felt the final icicles of her anxiety melt away.

She then turned her head to watch Lakestar as she began to announce her clan’s news for the moon, and reminded herself of what she had to announce when it was her turn. She was ShadeClan’s leader, now. StarClan had approved of her. Emberstar lifted her chin and, with a deep breath, finally settled into her place at the head of her clan.

[yourfriendphoenix]

Wander SMP my absolute beloved

[rootin-tootin-roleplayer]

Another roleplay post :D - Hello! It may have been a while since I've seen the movies linking to this fandom I want to roleplay in today, so apologies if I don't remember most things from the movies, I swear I am watching YouTube videos on them over and over again just so I can jog my memory! So the fandom I wanted to roleplay in is Planet of the Apes, the newer versions, whilst I think the originals are very funky and a total vibe. I love the newer trilogy!!

I'm in the middle of making myself a new oc and also working on her brother and backstory rn, and I'd love to double up with someone! I'd be looking for Caesar myself :PP mainly because I'm so attached to him lmaooo- this post is gonna me short because my pain medication is currently fucking with my head lmao but more information on me and generally other fandoms I have (if you want to do another fandom lmao) is posted on this account! Thank you sm for reading, hopefully I don't get hate for my ape love lmao- and hopefully people want to roleplay in the world of POTA :D

[kxllerblond]

what is your blog or graphic aesthetic or motif? why? what genre do you primarily favour? what are you top five universes to RP within? what have you learned by proxy of roleplaying and rp researching? what skills have you gained by roleplaying? Interested in all of these, but feel free to pick and choose <3

what is your blog or graphic aesthetic or motif? why?

Coffee is the big one. I know I've answered this in prettier detail before but I'm not gonna go digging dkjfgbdg. Coffee is Clark's general identifier and also serves as one of his sole constants and connections to who he used to be. This and that, here nor there, half and half is also a big motif for obvious reasons lol. Facelessness with nothing but a suit as an identifier. Stuff like that.

what genre do you primarily favour?

Modern and urban fantasy and general occult/supernatural. I love the sci-fi aspect I have sprinkled in but I've definitely always been primarily drawn to genres with monsters and demons, etc. If we're talking genre as in, you know, genre-genre. I like a good crime mystery, general drama. Suspense. Also a big sucker for romance and dark comedy.

what are you top five universes to RP within?

Oh okay when they say universes they mean settings I think? So urban fantasy/supernatural, sci-fi, whatever superheroes falls under, I don't mind high-fantasy and historical if it transitions into modern supernatural, and post-apoc.

what have you learned by proxy of roleplaying and rp researching?

A lot of stuff about coffee, obviously! I'm no expert and I still don't use anything besides your basic plug n' go, but I've learned a lot about the roasting process and coffee types and stuff like barista competitions and how ethical (or unethical rather) side of the bean trade.

In terms of any social aspects, I'd say I've learned that you have to have a nice balance of caring and apathy here. You can't go around with this purely strict 'I don't owe anyone anything it's a hobby' mentality but you also can't fuck up your own enjoyment and mental well-being by trying to be everything and anything other people want. You've gotta put in effort to get effort back but you also need to be able to detach and move on when things get funky.

what skills have you gained by roleplaying?

I wish I could say writing but I do think I have regressed in that aspect. I go back and read older stuff from even pre-covid and I just wonder where that freak went and why they took my writing voice with them, lol. I've gained a hobby and in this day in age I feel like that in itself is a skill. I talk to so many younger coworkers and they just....go home and just do nothing and it's like...baffling, idk.

I like to think my time with Clark has taught me how to make a socially acceptable gary sue, lol.

[pizzapasta23045]

God I’m laughing so hard at Cynos part in the quest but also. He is so autistic for real. I’m not gonna say spoilers don’t worry but god I love him so much -☁️

All of them were lmao...

Like Sucrose litterally turned socializing into an experiment and got people to breathe in a jar just so she could tackle her social anxiety and help people during windblume.

The part where they exchanged dishes and complimented the texture more than the taste... Hilarious, downright hilarious...

Also Cyno is soooo a dnd dude... like he would jump to play dnd if it existed... strategizing for a game, roleplaying, he so would love it and i wish i could introduce him to it fr fr... Which, yeah... very autistic of him...

Albedo liking Cyno's jokes was cute as fuck and I love how they all immediately banded togheter and became friends, like, immediately it was fantastic...

But yeah... He is so odd (positive), so freaking cringe (also positive) i love him so much it's unreal...... My funky little man.... *squeezes very hard*

Like he legit made up fucking secret identites and shit just... because... It's fucking hilarious and i love that!!! Also I felt so much pain at having to not laugh at Cyno's jokes because in real life i was bawling my eyes out at most of them he's got such good delivery!

[toomanylegos]

Back at it again with another post about my journey through/thoughts on The Magnus Archives! This time, I'm tackling Season 2 of the horrifying podcast : )

Also, a small warning, this post is much more wordy than the last Magnus Archives review. I felt like sharing a lot of my little experiences this time and I didn't know how to shave the writing down 😅 So, yeah, it's gonna be a read.

Without further ado, I present...

My Journey Through Season 2 of The Magnus Archives!

!!!MAJOR Spoilers for MAG S2 Ahead!!!

So, I gotta admit, it was really hard to get back on the MAG train because I just needed a break after S1. That and school picked up for me again, so my free time got eradicated. The thing that got me hopping back onto the train was Eggo, my other lovely friends, and my bad habit of accidentally spoiling myself 😅

I roleplay with Eggo frequently and we like to use MAG characters in our roleplays. I like having a full visual of what a character looks like, so I obviously looked up some fanart to see how other people have drawn the MAG characters which, uh, gave me many questions and even more encouragement.

On top of that, my other friends were zooming through Magnus Archives like nothing and I certainly didn't want to be left in the dust! Not to mention that Eggo kept dropping little hints about future events without spoiling too much; even warned me about how Jon will get "very paranoid and turn into a bit of an ass in Season 2."

Damn you Eggo you magnificent bastard-

Anyway, I continued the second part of my auditory journey on March 27th and finished it on April 12th; I decided to take notes on each episode as I listened to help keep my thoughts together. Notes which I then polished up and am now going to share since I thought it'd be funny to expose my mostly unfiltered thoughts about this lovely series :D

My Silly Notes~

Ep. 41

Damn Jon sounds tired already I just want to give him a hug

Oh no, the paranoia arc has started oh shit-

Ep. 42

Pretty cool story but I'm waiting for the supplemental

NO NOT MARTIN!! JON NO! HE'S JUST AN INNOCENT BEAN!

Ep. 43

Man, even the police is pulling cover ups. Makes sense though.

Oh shit he got access to Gertrude's tapes oh shit!

Ep. 44

Oop- Gertrude recording 👀

Okay apparently body horror is the thing that fucks me up

Patience is a virtue Jon, and I'm worried about how paranoid you're getting. I've seen Marble Hornets I know the writing on these walls

Ep. 45

Ima be honest I spaced out in the middle of this statement, and then came back to right when the guy got all the blood sucked outta him exCUSE ME-

Every time Jon comes on with his frantic voiced supplemental I always sigh heavily

Oh shit Martin caught him-

Jon, my brother in Christ, you're stalking Tim???

Ep. 46

My flight or fight response went off at both the mention of a bookstore and the name Michael. Bro the statement just started-

"It was February when I got the Leitner book." moTHERFUCKER NOT AGAIN-

Figured it was The Vast yikers

Considering Sasha got fucking bodysnatched last season, I think I have a good idea about who's going into the tunnels

Oh shit spiders? The Web?? Funky monkey time???

Ep. 47

Oh, this poor woman. She went through a real House of Leaves situation

Nice hearing Jon say he believes a person's statement out loud

Eggo mentioned something about Micheal and doors and now I know what they meant and I am so down

Whomst??

Oh fuck it's Micheal-

OH. MY. FUCKING. HELL MICHEAL!

I take it back I'm not down-

Ep. 48

"...he felt he should at least let me know that I was marked." "...telling me to remember my mother. To keep her face in my mind." Oh. Oh, this sounds familiar...The Stranger?

I was incredibly wrong, but the statement is still terribly nerve-wracking since I'm not fond of large crowds

Well, at least Michael warned Jon about Sasha albeit vaguely

Oh shit Jon got told on!

Not Elias being on the suspect list. It's gonna get wild

Ep. 49

Butcher shop? Cannibalism?? We doing a cannibalism???

Nope it was way worse

Oh Sasha's computer keeps breaking I wOnDeR wHy-

Tim being the honeypot of the group has me cackling-

Elias being a pothead in college also has me cackling

Ep. 50

Love hearing more about Robert Smirke. I'm genuinely curious about him and his weird architecture

Damn this statement has me at the edge of my seat! Jonny Sims truly has a gift for storytelling dear goodness

Oh Tim! It's nice to hear his voice again : )

Tim completely misunderstanding why the policewoman keeps coming around to see Jon made me laugh into my pillow

Oh my Lord I'm sobbing Tim my beloved-

Ep. 51

Ding ding ding! Another name drop: Simon Fairchild! Last time I heard that name a guy got eaten by the DAMN SKY

Oh shit that means this is gonna involve The Vast fuck-

It seems Jon has caught Sasha staring at the table and got a recording of them chatting about it. Very glad about that

Ep. 52

Damn! Another name drop: Robert Montauk! I'm super interested in this statement

Oooh! Jon's getting another Gertrude tape let's go!

"No, the hot one" lol I'm crying

And the awkward explanation y'all I'm dead-

The lights are blowing and the water is bad I am seeing patterns

Thank you nightlight for turning off right when the statement mentioned the completely dark ass room; very appropriate

Another name drop: Maxwell Rayner. I don't remember where I've heard it before though...

Jon just sounds so tired. Please rest my dude

Ep. 53

Woo-hoo! Another statement with Gertrude! And it's both direct from subject and recorded on my birthday :D

Oh this one is rough

Ep. 54 to Ep. 68

Notes have been lost due to failure to save my draft before closing out Tumblr (I'm on mobile)

Ep. 69

Oh Martin, Jon... 😢

Jon why in the hell would you think it's a good idea to go alone oh my god sir

Ep. 70

The statement just started and I'm already being mildly jerked around by the dark humor

This journal is giving a particular energy

...well shit, rest in peace Christopher...

Yup this has gotta be another damn Leitner

Oop- I stand both corrected and disturbed

Ep. 71

New fear unlocked: Subway trains

Annnnnd we're back on the body horror hnnnnngh

This is the most straightforward statement I've ever heard damn

There's someone living in the tunnels, but at least Jon decided to stop going down there 😂

Ep. 72

Revisiting Maxwell Rayner the cult leader let's go!!

👀 🍿

And we back on the cannibalism ho boy

This statement writer thinks like me and I'm kinda unnerved by it...

"Meat is me" I felt my veins turn cold shit-

Holy. Shit. So many name connections!

Ep. 73

Hell yeah! We getting Basira's account of Maxwell Rayner's arrest!!

Okay, I already don't like the dark; this whole statement is just making my minor fear towards it worse

A cult never dies, Jon. It just sleeps for a while...

Ep. 74

As someone who likes to stay up, this one is...deeply upsetting

I also woke up sick so the description of physical fatigue matched up perfectly with how I felt this morning so that added some eerieness-

"Sleep is for the weak," is something I quote often as a joke. This statement made me shiver at the phrase.

Micheal scares the shit outta me

Welp I knew Not-Sasha was lurking in the tunnels, but who the hell is the other guy???

Ep. 75

Man with a lightening scar...why does that sound familiar...?

Ooooooh I remember now

This just made my fear of heights worse ack I do not like Michael Crew

Oh shit! Officer Basira came through hell yeah!!

Ep. 76

Yoooo the ghost hunting lady is back! Melanie King!

Haunted train you say?? 👀

My jaw is dropping at the first hand account from the guy on this train Holy crap!

It's. Not. Sasha. Jon! Listen. To. Melanie!

Ep. 77

Let's hope this Gertrude tape can help give Jon the push he needs to take care of Not Sasha

Hell yeah!! Thank you Gertrude you just gave Jon some very good information!

A proper name for the creature: The Not-Them. An aspect of The Stranger. So much good information...

I'm sorry, it travels??? Horrifying

Jon, my brother in Christ, please don't do this on your own

Ep. 78

The amount of concern I have for Jon, oh my gosh bro-

Something about this scenario just sets off a primal fear in me

Decker...why does that sound familiar too?

AHHHHHH!!!

And now I know why it was in the damn table

Oh, oh Jon....

Please listen to Jon please please please

Ugh or don't cause he shouldn't be alone I'm so torn-

Jon no nononONONO WRONG MOVE!!!!!

Hello Michael 👋 how's it going

hahaha I'm dying

Ep. 79

...are we really opening with one of Martin's poems right now?

Oop- never mind Tim and Martin are on their way! Haha

This is gonna be bad

Oh Martin, my heart goes out to you-

AH SHIT JUMPSCARE

Tiiiiim you can't leave him bro-

Yeah, you kinda jumped the gun Jonny boy...

Oh shit-

Boys, please stop fighting-

Micheal I swear to everything-

I'm not okay Holy shit

Jon, I love you dude, but shut up you'RE TRYING TO HIDE

I'msotenserightnowmyhandsareshakingholyfuck-

"The house of its enemy with the biggest eyes you've ever seen" oh how telling! I'd be intrigued if I weren't fucking terrified

I can't handle Jon breaking down I'm about to cry oh my god-

WHOMST IS THIS NOW!?!

I feel like I need an oxygen tank cause I can't breath enough holy fuck bro-

Ep. 80

I figured Sasha was dead, but...damn, it still hurts a little cause I liked her.

Leitner? As in the Jurgen Leitner?? Are you fuckING KIDDING ME BRO??!?

At least he's...helpful so far...

Yes, your master, Jon...hehe

At least Leitner is taking responsibility for his actions. Can't hate him for that.

I absolutely adore how everything is tying together in this episode. It feels so neat yet still so mysterious, like I'm getting answers, but not as many or as fast as I would like. I love it!

"...something with too many teeth and limbs like knives" "...ran into a door that shouldn't have been there" 👀

Damn, 20 years?? Goodness, Leitner...

"I-I didn't know Gertrude had assistants." "Of course, three of them. Each meeting an unpleasant end." For the sake of both Jon and his remaining assistants, I pray he's not part of a chain either...

Mr. Leitner you are a well of much-needed information huhuhu~

So that's where Eggo got the ant analogy...

Micheal is named The Distortion and The Spiral. Good to know.

I had a feeling it was Elias- wait Gertrude was going to destroy the archive??

Jon, we don't have time dude

Oh shit oh fuck I have fear-

The Unknowing???

THE WAY I FUCKING JUMPED EXCUSE ME WAHT-

Oh Martin, you sweet bean...

Bro, days??? He's been gone for days???

Oh no....

TL;DR

I firmly believe that the goal of any series should be to improve as they tell their story; The Magnus Archives achieves that goal beautifully. Last season, there was some episodes that I didn't find very entertaining. This season, however, I was enthralled by nearly every episode.

The writing, the reading, the sound design, everything just got better and better!

I felt my blood run cold and chills run up my spine several times throughout this season; I was all in on the mystery of Gertrude's murder; I was nervously biting my nails as Jon slipped further into paranoia and Not-Sasha continued to be more suspicious...

I am beyond excited to move on to Season 3 and, eventually, finish the entire series! I have truly and wholly fallen in love with this series 💚💜

[wonysugar]

doing what’s right | huh yunjin

synopsis : you were always on top of your shit, and yunjin hated your fucking guts for it.

pairing : yunjin x fem!reader

genre : bully trope?? smut

tags : major hate sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism. yunjin’s a bitch, reader’s a goody two shoes and a virgin, jealousy, classroom, public sex kinda? teacherxstudent roleplay, is this considered tag teaming?? degrading names, stripping, slapping (like once but still), fingering, slight boob play, chaewon mention kinda? it’s hinted, dumbification lowkey? that funky stuff~~

!! warnings : dubcon turned consensual, threats of blackmail, degradation, humiliation, bullying, harassment, yknow… that stuff so don’t read if any of this makes you uncomfy please !!

word count : 3.2k

a/n : angsty yunjin coming out soon dw.. i just loved y’all too much to release unwarranted ass angst without some sort of apology beforehand😭enjoy! been wanting to write more dark stuff since you guys really liked minjeong? so YAYY!! also this is like so not proofread if you see any mistakes please ignore as i am so tiredgkefmm

also also obviously NEVER DO THIS TO ANYONE EVER THIS IS TRULY HORRENDOUS :(( and ofc if it’s being done to you CALL THE POLICE DO SMTHH THIS IS ACTUALLY HORRIBLEE?? this is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes and does not reflect my thoughts!!

“hey y/n, since you like studying so damn much, how about you do my assignments for me?” her friends giggled, enjoying the show, “how’s that sound, hm? i’m sure you’d enjoy it.”

you continued to write into your notebook, tending to your work as you ignored the unfunny comments that the group of annoying girls sent towards you, the most distracting one of them all being thrown was huh yunjin’s. you just kept trying to focus on the math equation in front of you as you heard their loud giggles and mumbles behind you.

it was confusing. she’d seem really nice if you didn’t know her, since she rarely was ever mean to other students. plus, she looked really friendly and put together, it was almost welcoming; her ginger hair always styled perfectly, her full face of gorgeous makeup that she somehow managed to put on everyday, the nice outfits she’d pull with such a basic uniform. no really, who knew you could do so much with just a blazer and a skirt? she looked and acted so kind towards everyone.

except you.

as it turns out, she just had a thing against you, apparently. you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but it wasn’t difficult to guess that she fucking hated your guts, it was apparent with how she’d glare at you whenever you walked past her, books in hand, or how she’d look at her friends whenever you rose your hand, putting on a mocking smile as she nodded along to you. i mean, it’s not like she pretended to like you, you were very aware of her feelings towards you.

you didn’t really care, though.

sure, you were kind of bummed out that somebody as kind-looking as yunjin disliked you at first, but what could you do, in the end? not everybody was gonna end up liking you, and that was okay. that’s what society is, after all. some people will like you, some people simply will not, and that’s just life. still, though, it’s not like you did anything to cause her to hate you.. did you?

nonetheless, slowly but surely, you started getting invested in your task again, the remarks of the girls eventually being tuned out of your brain as you grabbed your calculator. 

that is, until you felt her more than overwhelming presence behind your shoulder. you could only sigh, 

god damn it.

she pulled on a strand of your hair as she threw her history book on the desk, startling you, “d’you hear me, bitch? the bell rang ages ago, either you go home and leave, or you stay here, be a useful little student and do my work. your choice.” 

you heard her friends cackle on the other side of the classroom as she pestered you.

god, and you were actually getting something done, for once.

standing up in a swift motion, you groaned and quickly picked up all of your things before shoving them inside your bag, getting ready to leave.

“since you asked so nicely.” was all you said, annoyed and heading straight for the door, your hand almost coming in contact with the doorknob. you were about to leave.

until she grabbed your hair and pulled you back, making you land butt-first on the ground, earning a collective laugh from the others.

“ow— w-what the fuck is wrong with you???” you yelled, grabbing the back of your hair, where she pulled on, caressing said spot in hopes of soothing it. 

“what’s wrong with you? i ask you a question, and you don’t answer?? not what i expected from miss goody-two-shoes..” she mocked, wearing a fake pout as she slightly tilted her head, “i’m incredibly disappointed, y/n..” 

you could only furrow your eyebrows and narrow your eyes at her, because what the fuck was actually wrong with her?? yeah, she was always annoying, but she never got violent with you, what changed today?

“no seriously, yunjin, what did i ever do to you?” you stood back up, unconsciously leaving your bag on the floor, “ever since i’ve met you, you’ve just been nothing but a bitch to me, and only me. seriously, tell me, what did i do to you?”

she, in response, only looked back at her friends who were sitting back and watching you two go at it, no really, they even grabbed chairs.

“what didn’t you do?” when she looked back at you, something in her eyes shifted, her gaze was no longer playful, it seemed evil, “everytime i look at you, you’re always on top of your shit,  always doing what’s right. i mean— for fuck’s sake, your posture’s always straight, your assignments are always done, your grades are fucking perfect, your goddamn locker’s organized…  and at lunch? you’re doing homework. you’re so— you’re just so fucking annoying. you realize that, right?” 

…was this seriously what this was all about? you took school seriously, and she didn’t, so she was.. mad about it?? i mean— you’re literal seniors, of course you were gonna take school seriously? you looked back at her, still processing everything. you were perplexed, and she was stepping closer to you as you backed away, unconsciously pinning yourself against the wall.

“i-im sorry..? i really didn’t mean to make it seem like i was rubbing it in your face—”

“see? there you go again, doing what’s right, as per usual. apologizing, being the bigger person, making me seem like the bitch here, right? i see right through your facade, y/n, you think you’re better than everyone, when really, you’re the worst kind of person out there.” 

at this point, she was inches away from your face, her gaze piercing through your soul like she was looking into the deep depths of your personality, searching for any sort of crack in your cool and composed demeanor. you always seemed so sure of yourself, she wanted to see you lose it, she wanted to see you lose control over everything around you, she was dying to see it.. 

but, much to her dismay, she found nothing.

“you’re fucking insane.” was what you whispered, looking at her with nothing but arrogance and worry in your expression. she stared back at you some more, before allowing herself to crack a distorted smile. what was she—

before you knew it, her lips roughly came into contact with yours as she grabbed your face, kissing you like she’d die if she didn’t. you were thrown off-guard, way off guard, especially because of how sudden this was from her, because of how sudden this was altogether. plus, the fact that you didn’t push her away just made it all so much more puzzling, why didn’t you? you were baffled, so baffled that you didn’t even realize her free hand roaming your body. she caressed all over your lower stomach, fingers tracing your thighs before reaching for your lower back, reaching under your skirt and cupping your ass almost immediately after her hand landed on it.

still hungrily making out with you, her hand ended up on one of your pockets, the one containing the classroom keys. of course, the teacher always trusted that you’d lock the classroom once you were done with your work, so he didn’t mind giving you the responsibility.

you didn’t even realize that she reached into the pocket and grabbed the keys, that is, until she quickly pulled away afterwards, leaving you breathless. as you opened your eyes again and caught your breath, you saw yunjin throw the keys behind her shoulder, “here,” the obnoxious sound of them being tossed around occupying your thoughts, “lock the door.”

watching as one of the other girls scrambled to catch them, you spoke up, “w-what are you—“

a loud slap resonated through the classroom before leaving space for silence to settle in, your face was stinging. then, when you raised your hand to put it on your cheek, trying to understand what on earth was actually going on, you heard the click of the lock.

“shut the fuck up.” she said, quickly grabbing you and your attention by the jaw and forcefully making you face her before putting on the fake cutesy face you know so well, talking to you as she would a stupid puppy,

“let’s play a little game, hm?” she slightly leaned in, in order to face you directly, “it’s gonna be called ‘how to be a good student’, the rules are simple; you’re gonna pretend that i’m your teacher and i’ll tell you to do certain things, you just have to obey. you can do that for me, right?” 

you gulped, fear plastered all over your expression as you looked back at her.. but also, there was a hint of anticipation? what was she gonna force you to do?? the sane part of yourself tried shaking it off, but to no avail. it was probably way wrong to admit, fucked, even.. but you wanted to see how far she would go. you wanted to see what she wanted to do to you.

you were scared, sure, but also somewhat excited.

she patted your cheek, bringing you back to the reality before you, her friends still behind her, sick smiles as they watched,  “understood?” she asked.

you could only reluctantly nod in response.

“words, dumb bitch. you’re usually really good at using those, aren’t you?” she tilted her head, eyeing your legs as her hand slightly fiddled with your skirt before her cold gaze went back on yours, “so, use them.” 

your breathing getting heavier, you tried to push away all of the ridiculous thoughts you had, why the fuck were you yearning whatever she was planning? you quietly and unintentionally whined, hoping that she didn’t hear, then you eventually managed to choke up a reply, “y-yes.”

she scoffed, “yes what? i’m sure you don’t talk to teachers like that, do you?” 

you closed your eyes momentarily, “yes.. m-miss.”

she snickered, letting out a mocking laugh shortly after as she mumbled something along the lines of ‘i didn’t think you would actually do it.’, raising her eyebrows in the process. her friends seemed rather amused, too, since they were all cracking up behind yunjin, one of them even grabbed her phone and started recording. 

wait.

recording??

“t-the phone— what are you doing w-why are you recording—“

the girl in front of you rolled her eyes while backing away from you, sighing exasperatedly, “relax, if you just do as i say and listen to me, i promise you that we’re not posting it anywhere. okay?”

your reputation, your scholarship, she was risking all of it. what if your parents— you couldn’t even finish that thought without feeling chills down your spine.

at this point, you had no choice but to trust her words.

“now, strip.” she added.

you hesitated, looking at every corner of the room, your brain desperately trying to forget that there were people watching you attentively. 

after a few seconds, your eyes eventually landed on the ginger standing in front of you, arms crossed. her gaze stern as she looked at you; you particularly noticed how she seemed to be devouring your entire body only using her hooded eyes.

that, for some reason, gave you the willpower to do as she told you to. 

you slowly and nervously unbuttoned your blazer and looked straight at her, your eyebrows slightly upturned, which earned a smirk from yunjin.

you looked like a prey being cornered by its predator, it drove her insane. 

you paid no particular attention to the friends that were screaming, cheering you on and insisting that you take it off faster, treating this whole situation like it was a striptease. once you were only in your bra, you moved on over to your skirt, unzipping the side and slowly sliding it down, still unsure of whatever the fuck you were doing at that moment.

yunjin seemed pleased, very pleased.

“good girl.” the way her tongue rolled off the top of her mouth saying that gave you goosebumps, “now, go bend over that desk and wait.” she added, pointing to… the teacher’s desk.

a surge of shame suddenly washed over you when you remembered the amount of trust that said-teacher had in you. what would he think of you if he knew you were being so inappropriate in his workspace? as if the wall you were standing against gave you some sort of comfort, you didn’t want to move. 

at all.

yunjin’s eyebrows furrowed, “come on, y/n.” she said, with a familiar, fear-inducing playful tone, “bend over that fucking desk or i swear i’m gonna make you regret ever attending your stupid classes.”

you were terrified, you knew she was fully capable of physically hurting you, she’s already done it up until now. 

so you did what she ordered. 

you obeyed.

you sucked up your embarrassment you felt in the process of walking past her friends, half naked and leaning against the desk. you kept your head down; feeling their phone cameras on you, you wanted to hope that hiding your face would make you feel better, so you just kept looking down. until,

a few seconds after, you heard noise behind you, noise that sounded like… bag scrambling? like someone was actively looking for something specific, which undeniably got you very worried. 

you remembered your bag, the vision of you leaving it on the floor kept replaying in your mind.

fuck?

nonetheless, said sound only lasted for a few more seconds before stopping abruptly. then, you heard footsteps, who you could only assume were yunjin’s, get closer to you—

you saw a manicured hand slide a sheet of paper, a pencil and a calculator across the table… 

the sheet.. was your math homework. the one you were working on not too long ago, it was in front of you.

then, feeling a hand gently rub on your lower back as the girls in the room giggled, you flinched slightly. “finish this assignment.” she ordered, cold, before adding onto it, “and under no circumstances do you move, okay?”

you breathed heavily, nodding. “y-yes miss..” was what you said, feeling a piece of your dignity leave your body with each second that passed by. what the fuck was she planning on doing to you?

without asking further questions, you grabbed the pencil sitting in front of you and went to work, trying to do what you do best; school work. for a few minutes, it went smoothly, you felt yourself getting calmer as you filled out the answers of the questions before you.

until you felt her fingers slowly slip your underwear down, her hot breath against your ear whilst she watched you work from behind, her friend group letting out ironic cheers. you heard her scoff as her middle finger came into contact with your.. embarrassingly wet cunt, rubbing it carefully.

“you’ve been wet this entire time, huh? didn’t know miss goody-two-shoes was so naughty.” you quietly whimpered at the touch, you were aching and you didn’t even want to fully acknowledge it. then, you heard some of her friends get up, getting closer to the both of you.

it was almost dehumanizing to admit that being treated this way turned you on this much, and the last thing you wanted at that moment was for her to know it.

she wasn’t as stupid as you thought she was, she figured it out fast.

she quickly stuck two of her fingers inside of you, watching you struggle as you tried to take her. “oh my god— don’t tell me that you’re a virgin?” she giggled, curling them and hitting your gspot as you bit your lip trying to suppress the lewd sounds that wanted to escape your mouth, “how does it feel to know that i’m the one taking your disgusting virginity, hm? shit, you’re fucking dripping for this, aren’t you?” was what she whispered in your ear, making sure no one heard it but you.

how considerate.

“mmh— y-yunjin—“ you attempted to turn your head over to look at her, but she quickly grabbed your jaw with her other hand and set it back to its original position. 

“i told you not to move, didn’t i? focus on the fucking paper, whore. don’t make me hit you again, okay baby?” she snapped, being rougher with her fingers in the process. you let out a moan in response, because as much as you tried to deny it, everytime she spoke just made you clench even more around her.

so she sped up the pace with each sound that you let out, it didn’t take long for her to start properly fingering you and allowing her other hand to grope your clothed tits, watching you lose yourself under her inappropriate touch. you wanted more, you weren’t even writing on the damn paper anymore, you needed more of her. you needed to hear her friends call you a brainless whore more often.

you needed it.

your brain was so foggy and blurry that you didn’t even notice one of her friends end up in front of you, shamelessly shoving the camera on you, “come on y/n, look here.” she whined playfully, her turn to take ahold of your face and move it however she pleases, the girl made you look up at her and stuck her thumb into your mouth.

what was her name? chaeyoung? chaeryeong?? chaewon??? you couldn’t quite remember.

god, you didn’t even fucking know her name and you just let her slur you out like this?

“tell me y/n, is miss yunjin making you feel good?”

more, you wanted more. whatever the hell this was, you wanted more, you craved more.

you nodded, eyes hooded and rolled back as you felt the ginger’s long fingers reach deep inside of you, curling at the perfect places, at the perfect time. it felt so good, too good. you slightly drooled on the bob-haired girl’s thumb as your body shook under the both of them. 

feeling yunjin’s mouth against your neck while she kept fingerfucking you, you blabbered, indecent things sounding like “k-keep going— i’ll never be an annoying bitch again i promise i— pleaseplease m-more—“ escaping your mouth.

everyone in the classroom was amused by this, you could tell by the things they said and the laughs they let out occasionally.

yunjin was especially enjoying it, because who would’ve thought l/n y/n would whore herself out for a group of girls she didn’t even know? not her, that’s for sure, but she lived for it, she waited so long for something like this to happen, and it finally did.

for you to be put back in your place, for you to be humbled, for you to be a begging and crying mess all over her. that’s what she hoped for whenever you opened your mouth in class. 

“c-cumming— i’m— c-cumming i—“ you moaned against the sloppy kiss you were having with the other girl.

suddenly, a huge wave of euphoria washed over your entire body, causing your legs and arms to shake, giving out. you weren’t paying any attention to the volume of your voice, but when you felt lips come into contact with yours, you figured that you were being a little too loud.

you wanted more, you needed more.

too bad they simply all left you there, alone, only words spoken by yunjin beforehand being “don’t forget to lock the door afterwards.” after being thrown the keys to the classroom.

[over-on-the-bench]

Hi!! If you get this, then it's your excuse to infodump, ramble, rant, vent, or whatever about whatever the hell you want!! Save this till u have something u really wanna talk about, or answer it right now, then send it onto people u think are bursting with stuff to say!!!

okay fuck it here i go ramble about issues time my dudes

sometimes i really want to cry and i have no fucking clue why. whenever i talk to people i feel like im being too much and being to annoying. i hate teen titans go, who the fuck lets a show air and lets it give out stereotypical villains/characters about people from different countries? hm? i forget vol. 333 of tmc exists and ill openly say that. i listen to problematic singers and im clueless about it. i hate everything about myself, i look to feminine and am an ass. my ex was right on me using people to my own advantage, i do that, a lot. im 99.9% sure im mentally unstable and might have the tism but i cant say anything. im also 99.9% sure my parents are abusive but thats not the problem in my life right now. everyone i know is getting annoyed or sick of me i dont like it. anyways. i hate my name, have i ever mentioned that? i hate it. anyways uh. i suppose that its all stupid, life in general. who in the hell said ‘hey lets make a species and give it endless pain and suffering’ WHO THE HELL SAID THAT??? anyways i love the song ex-wives, no word can describe how much i love that song. uh. i wanna cry half the time? thats normal uh. sometimes i fantasise about murdering people, thats normal. whenever a spotlight flashes down on me or near me, death just comes up in my mind, like: ‘is this what death is like’ or ‘i wonder what comes after death’ and its honestly fucking funky. i am a horrible person, really but then everyone says im cool/not an asshole/nice and i just agree. i have no gut to tell people theyre using the wrong pronouns or name for fear they turn on me and make me seem like the bad guy. im treated like a monster for my anger issues. i hate children sometimes, i kick them a LOT. reading over this i think i need pshyciatric help. my parents neglect me for my siblings because hey im the oldest and i can look after myself!! no i cant im literally distracted every five seconds i cant even do my homework. i want to pelt my art teacher into the endless abyss along with my gym/pe teacher like jesus christ i hate those two more than i hate children and thats saying something. i self reflect on every single character i roleplay as or create so thats also saying something. uh, ive broken many bones, not my own, others’ bones and thats funny. i threaten to bash people’s heads into the ground when im annoyed and thats worrying. i also threaten to cut off their dicks.

[rpschtuff]

Hello, I love your post about beta and legacy editor. I am a roleplay blog. I switched to beta, and I know who of my partners use beta and who does not. With my partner using beta and I also using beta, I have noticed the trim reblogs function is still so fucked up excuse my language. I trim, it looks good, but then I refresh page and it is double-posting my reply. so it'll look like this >> partner reply | my reply | my reply again. It looks absolutely horrible and I hate it so much. It is extremely disorganized and makes me not even want to post. I am super nitty-gritty about my organization on my blog and this ain't it. I don't know why this is happening... was wondering if perhaps anyone else has come to you with this issue, or if you yourself has experienced it and have found way to solve it. thank you

Hello! That is happening because the very first post in the thread was made with the legacy editor. Trim Reblogs was designed for the beta editor, so it can be funky on posts that were originally made legacy, even if you're now both using beta. You should get a popup when using Trim Reblogs if that's the case, warning you that it may be glitchy.

Unfortunately, there's not a good way around this besides moving your thread to a fresh post, making sure that that it's made with beta. Trim Reblogs should work properly from then on.

I've also heard that if the poster of the very first thread starter edits their post in the mobile app, it will switch it to be considered beta, but I haven't been able to confirm that myself and have heard mixed results.

[miniaturelamp]

C!Ranboo is has never done anything wrong in his life and he never will do anything wrong because if he does I will immediately forgive him and still support his actions

/rp

[the-hidden-pages]

Masked: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Fem!Reader SMUT

This funky little murderer really got my heart. This one’s really self-indulgent, but I can’t believe that Adrian isn’t soft as hell and Vigilante is a kinky shit.

Enjoy 4.6k words of some uneditted soft followed by pure filth, ya sinners.

Synopsis: After dating Adrian Chase for some time, you eventually find out that your sweet, mildly eccentric boyfriend is a masked vigilante with a hard-on for killing criminals. And you don’t have a problem with it - well, you do have one. You like it. You like it a little too much.

Warnings: NSFW, Consensual Non-Consent. Weapons Kink. Fucking in a Forest. The Mask Stays On. Criminal/Anti-Hero Roleplay. Dirty Talk. Established Relationship.

You hadn’t been seeing Adrian Chase for years and years, but you felt you had a solid understanding of who your boyfriend was as a person.

Your sweet boy was a little odd, for sure. Eccentric and all over the place, with the energy of a young puppy. His jokes would sometimes not land in certain crowds, but the pure joy he got out of even telling them would always bring a smile to your face. And despite being a bit off, he would always take time to make sure that you were okay, that you were looked after, that you were feeling loved.

He was a warm ray of sunshine, plain and simple.

But there had always been something…off. More off than his occasionally odd mannerisms or poorly timed jokes. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but it felt like there was a layer you weren’t seeing clearly, something hidden behind his warm smiles and bright eyes.

A darkness festering.

You never called him out on it. You figured that in time, it would reveal itself. Adrian was always good at talking with you, so you had no doubt that with a little time, intentionally or not, he might slip up and confess what it was.

It was just another night when the confession came, albeit in a very unplanned way.

You had spent the night at Adrian’s, as you had been doing more and more frequently. A quiet, soft morning of cuddling and kissing your partner had been cut short, however, when a call came in, the sounds of Aqua interrupting your serene moment.

Short words were exchanged, and by the time the phone was hung up a hint of frustration and malice burned behind the emerald eyes you were falling in love with.

You sit up slowly, the blankets shifting down to reveal the shirt you had stolen from him – the heart eyes Adrian gave you when you exited his bathroom in only a black D20 shirt and panties would live in your mind forever – and you reach forward slowly to wrap an arm around him. Your lips pepper kisses onto his bare shoulder, taking a moment to (once again) marvel at how unexpectedly toned he was.

“Everything okay?” you mumble against his skin, looking up at him.

He tilts his head down to face you, malice turning to wonder in his eyes. You really could stare at them forever, behind those dorky frames that were really starting to grow on you.

“Work needs an extra guy,” he answered, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before standing up.

You groaned, lying back on his pillows, and watching as his muscles flex, pulling on his shirt.

“But it’s our day off!” you whine, curling back up in the bed.

Adrian turns back towards you, curls messy and glasses askew from putting on his shirt. He quickly straightened his frames and walked back over to you leaning down to place a lingering kiss on your lips.

“Stay here as long as you want, I don’t want to ruin your day off. I don’t know when I’ll be back, so don’t wait around, but maybe we can do something tonight?”

You groan again, winding your arm around his neck to pull him down to your lips again. Your hand grasps his hair, not hard enough to pull, but enough that you could feel Adrian’s breathe stutter against you.

“I can’t convince you to say fuck it?” you mumble against his lips.

It was his turn to groan.

“I want to, fuck I really want to.” Emerald eyes meet yours, filled with regret as he pulls away, running a hand through his hair. “I need to go, though.”

“Mmm, fine.  I’m going back to sleep,” you sigh, lying down more comfortably and closing your eyes.

Adrian pauses in the doorway and leans against it, a goofy smile plastered on his face as he watches you.

“What?” you mumble, face half-smushed in the pillow, sensing him looking.

He shrugs, turning to leave. “I like that you’re comfy here. You’re cute, surrounded by my stuff.”

You crack your eyes open again, holding back a laugh.

“Adrian.”

“Yeah?” He turns back to you, eyes wide.

“I think work needs you wearing pants.”

He tenses, looking down at his bare legs, before the familiar goofy grin returns. You chuckle as he darts around the room, fully dressing, and leaving you to return to your dreams.

You really hadn’t intended to stay in Adrian’s home for the whole day. You had errands to run, your own home to clean, a life of your own.

But you were so comfortable there. The extra sleep had proved to be the deepest one you’d had in months, and waking up surrounded by his scent, his things, really all things Adrian left you feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

So, you took your time moving, took the time to make the bed, and made your way to the kitchen to make a very late breakfast.

By the time you had really pulled yourself together, it was dark.

And remembering his potential promise of seeing each other in the night, and his reassurance that you could stay as long as you wanted, you figured you’d wait it out.

It was an enjoyable lazy evening. You ordered a pizza; one you could save half of for Adrian when he got home and curled up with a silly anime you hadn’t watched since high school.

Hell, you two had gotten this far, the man might as well find you squealing on his couch because of a slow-burn romance.

You weren’t worried when Adrian was gone all day. In hindsight, maybe you should have been. Maybe it could have prepared you for the situation.

Shortly after midnight, the front door burst open. You glanced up to see a man clad in a suit made up of blues and greys collapsing into the doorway, locking the door immediately behind him.

You froze, immobile.

Vigilante was here for Adrian? Why? Your Adrian couldn’t be a criminal. Not your sweet man that would hold you and comfort you and tell the strangest jokes and sing both parts to Barbie Girl and Promiscuous and -

The intruder moved, reaching up to rip his mask off, revealing familiar curls and a flushed face, eyes shut in pain and mouth agape as he sucked in air like a dying man.

You couldn’t help the surprised. squeak that left you.

Emerald eyes opened in shock to meet yours.

Adrian was Vigilante. Your sweet, D&D loving, lore-spouting boy was the same masked man murdering criminals and calling it justice. Your Adrian was him.

And he was…bleeding. Vigilante was bleeding. Adrian was bleeding.

A panicked mumble of your name leaves his lips as you dart up off the couch, walking quickly over to him.

“Shut up. Where are you hurt?”

You patched him up that night and left.

You couldn’t think.

Not when the sweet eyes were looking at you with so much love and fear.

So, with a promise that his secret would always be safe with you, you took the time you needed to think.

Days passed. And then a week.

You mulled over everything. The danger, the risks, on all sides. On one hand, any enemies Vigilante made could come for you, if his identify ever leaked. On the other, Adrian himself, who was once just a busboy, a nerd (albeit a strong as hell one), and your boyfriend was now…a killer. A man who delighted in hunting down criminals, from something as small as graffiti to as large as murder.

He liked the risk, the control, the power, the violence, the hunt.

You should hate that, you rationalized.

It should terrify you that your boyfriend is this person. It should repulse you. It should be somewhat off-putting, at least.

So why, every time you thought about it, did you get horny?!

After nine days, you couldn’t put it off any longer.

You had been together long enough that you knew his schedule pretty well, so unless he had picked up another shift (or was doing Vigilante work), he was very likely at home.

And as luck would have it, the door swung open, revealing wide eyes and a mouth already open to spew apologies.

You say nothing, instead stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his middle, embracing him tightly. He tenses, unsure if he should move. “We have a lot to talk about,” you mumble against his chest.

You feel him move to push the door closed behind you.

“I can’t stop being him.”

You shake your head, still clinging. “I’m not asking you too.”

Finally, he relaxes, arms coming around to hold you.

“I love you,” he whispers, and you smile.

“I know.”

The night is filled with conversation, the pair of you sitting on the couch and talking for hours. You’d ask him what it was like, being Vigilante. If he was always coming home hurt, how dangerous it really was for him. He asked over a dozen times if you were scared of him, if you could forgive him for hiding it from you. There were some tears, but the moment they arose, one of you would cut the tension with a joke and a fit of giggles.

After many hours and a couple of drinks between you, you felt everything was settled. You laid on a pillow on his lap as he lightly played with your hair. Your eyes were closed, content, but he couldn’t help but look at you.

“You know I won’t ever hurt you, right?” he questioned you for the sixth time that night.

Maybe it was the drink, or the exhaustion, or the fact that you had reassured him six times prior and wanted to shake things up. Whatever it was, you couldn’t stop your lips from curling upward.

“What if I want you to hurt me?”

A moments pause was all it took for you to realize what you had said.

You peeked your eyes open to gauge Adrian’s reaction to them.

He just looked…perplexed, in that cute, clueless way of his.

“Why would you want me to hurt you?”

“I…oh forget it, I’ll probably sound crazy,” you laugh it off, sitting up to take your empty cups into his kitchen, determined to stop the conversation before it went too far.

He stopped you from even getting up though, hands reaching out to grab yours as he sat forward to face you, legs crossed.

“Everyone thinks I’m crazy, and that doesn’t stop you from being with me.”

“Well, you’re a cute kind of crazy,” you tease lightly, and he grins widely.

“And I’m sure your crazy will be even cuter! So, spill.”

You sigh and lean back on the couch, taking your hands away from his to play with your fingers. You avoided his eyes as well as you could, looking anywhere else.

“I…I mean…Have you…shit…” you’re already red, but Adrian just sits patiently, cluelessly as you struggle.

You breathe deeply. “Have you…ever had sex in the Vigilante suit?”

Adrian’s eyes nearly bug out of his head, and you immediately start to babble in some attempt to defend yourself. “I mean, I’m just curious, right? I mean, you hurt and kill people in that thing, so I’m not saying it’s inherently sexy. It’s just, you’re always so gentle and sweet – and I love that! I’m not saying I don’t love that, or that I’m not satisfying, cause, Jesus, Adrian you’re wonderful. I was just wondering, I mean, if you’ve ever had a sort of power-trip fantasy or anything. Not that I think it would be hot or anything, you fucking me in the suit. That would definitely…be…weird…”

You trail off hopelessly, noticing that Adrian’s eyes are still wide, only now they aren’t looking at you, and he’s clenching the pillow on his lap tightly.

You groan, rubbing your temple and squeezing your eyes. shut. “I’ve freaked you out, Adrian I’m so sorr-“

“You want to fuck Vigilante?”

Opening your eyes again, you gently place your hand on his leg. Adrian jumps a bit, but you just try to rub it soothingly.

“I mean, he’s you, isn’t he?”

“Well, yeah, I mean…” Adrian breathes, finally looking at you. “You…want me to fuck you while wearing it?”

“I…kind of?”

He goes silent again.

“Just…you kill people in that. And it really shouldn’t be a turn on. But I started thinking about it a couple nights ago, and you’re just so sweet Adrian, that the thought of you…doing that is…I don’t know. It’s pretty hot.”

The small beginnings of a smile form on his face, though he looks away once more.

You’re determined to make things more casual, to cut the tension that had started to suffocate the room. “I mean, come on. There’s not a single fantasy in that head? You have a dirty mind; I know that better than most. No…whisper in the back of your head about…tying me up and Vigilante having his way with me?”

Adrian coughs, and you notice him shift under the pillow.

It’s then that you notice how flushed he is, and how dark his eyes are.

You feel a smile of your own begin to grow.

“Adrian…move the pillow.”

He clears his throat. “No…no, I’m good.”

“Adrian Chase.”

“That’s me – hey!”

He protests but doesn’t fight you when you snatch the pillow from his lap, revealing a very evident hard-on.

“So, you have thought about it!” you cackle, tossing the pillow and situating yourself in it’s place.

Adrian’s legs straighten out and he instinctually puts his hands on your waist.

“Well, I don’t know! I thought when you’d learned I was him you’d run away, not get horny!”

You laugh, peppering kisses on his face. He giggles happily at the notion.

“Well,” you chuckle, “I am your girlfriend. How boring would it be if you were the only crazy one?”

The man’s face is beaming, happier than you’d ever seen him.  You didn’t realize then how relaxing it must have been, to finally get to stop hiding half of who he was.

“So, Vigilante…” you purr, and you feel Adrian shudder underneath you as you grind against the tent in his jeans. “I believe we have some matters to discuss.”

Adrian stands up and you squeal in surprise, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom.

“We definitely do.”

You had worked out an arrangement very quickly, though there was something about following through on this fantasy that had your blood pumping, your mind racing.

You knew your safe-word, you knew Adrian – no, you knew Vigilante would stop if you used it.

But actually running through the forest, heart pumping, lungs burning, as a chilling bastardization of your boyfriend’s laugh followed you had you terrified.

And you loved it.

All you could do was keep running, that was the game, after all. You were a criminal, a low life, on the run for who knows what reason. All that mattered was you were running.

And you were his target.

“You really think you can get away?” an incredulous voice sounds behind you. You don’t look back, continuing to stumble your way through the trees.

You come up to a larger one, planning to take a hard turn in some attempt to throw him off.

What you don’t expect is for the whistling of a knife to sail past your ear, lodging in the tree directly ahead of you, where your head would be in maybe one more second.

You shriek, sliding to a stop and colliding directly into the tree, eyes glued to the knife.

Your brain swims.

Adrian wouldn’t really hurt you, would he? He was strong, he was capable. He knew where he was aiming, didn’t he?

Your adrenaline was pumping, and you were so lost in your shock that you didn’t notice the figure catching up to you before it was too late.

Within moments you were pinned to the tree, panting heavily as the masked man stared at you, emotions unreadable behind the red visor.

You shout, but he just snorts, not even bothering to cover your mouth.

“We’re in the middle of nowhere, sweetheart. No one to hear you for miles and miles and miles…”

Vigilante’s hands made quick work as you squirmed, tying some rope around your hands, and suspending them above you. The knife that had nearly struck your head sits nicely in his hands, and he uses the flat side of it to force your head up to look at him, the point barely grazing your neck.

Your heartbeat flutters.

“Shame you had to go breaking the law,” the voice that sounds behind the mask is familiar, it’s Adrian, but somehow, it’s not. It’s more playful, more confident, more condescending, more teasing. “I’d hate to kill such a pretty face…”

“Bet you say that to all the girls you kill,” you spit out, wrists pulling against your restraints fruitlessly.

Fuck, your hands being tied already has your body singing.

You can hear the smirk in his voice. “No, they’re usually too dead to talk. But you…” the knife trails down, lingering between your clothed breasts. “I almost want to find another use for you.”

A hint of hope enters your voice. “You’ll let me go?”

A sharp, almost cruel laugh leaves the mask, and you shriek as the knife is stabbed into the tree above you, too close to your face.

He continues laughing, taking a step back to look at you, tied up with a couple of tears sliding down your face.

“That, that’s funny! Now, come on. What sort of a hero would I be if I just…let you go? No punishment, nothing to stop you from getting that cute little butt of yours all wrapped up in crime again?”

He tilts his head, almost comically, before stepping back towards you. He reaches towards the holster at his side and pulls out a small pistol.

You don’t know a lot about guns, but you know enough that the clicking sound of the hammer being pulled back sent chills down your spine.

You feel a throb between your legs.

The cold barrel of the gun is pressed against your cheek, the red visor of Vigilante’s mask revealing nothing of what the man might be thinking.

“So, how do you prove to me that you’ll be a good girl from here on out, hmm?”

Fuck.

You don’t know.

You didn’t have a script to follow, but you sure as hell weren’t going to keep this scene paused for too long to figure it out.

So, you did the one thing your brain was screaming at you to do and hoped it would be the right move.

You didn’t say anything, but instead turned your head to the side slowly, keeping your eyes on the red visor, as you wrapped your lips around the cold steel of the gun the same way you would on your boyfriend’s dick.

It’s deathly silent for a moment, and you freeze like a deer caught in headlights, terrified you had made the wrong move.

“Oh…Shit,” you hear softly, and you could’ve laughed at how much more that sounded like your Adrian. You wondered, if the mask weren’t there, if he’d have that wide-eyed wonder, his mouth hitting the floor as if you were the most surprising, beautiful thing he had ever come across.

But instead, you feel him push the cold barrel of the gun deeper into your mouth, leaving you to choke a bit at both the motion of the intrusion, and the unpleasant cold metallic taste now flooding your senses.

“So, the little whore wants to prove her worth, hmm?” that sickly sweet voice croons, pulling his hand back so that the gun exits your mouth, leaving you to splutter for air.

His body presses closer against you, the heat of his solid, unmoving body on one side and the cold, uneven bark of the tree leaving you claustrophobic.

Vigilante runs the tip of his gun over your lips, prompting you to attempt to lick the barrel, short whines escaping you as you hear the man giggle sadistically at your actions.

“Good girl…Good girl! You just might earn your life back yet.”

You continue to suck, mouth working as hard as you might if you were on your knees, Adrian’s hands in your hair, begging you to go faster, suck harder. But now your mind was on high alert, aware that the gun was primed and ready to fire, aware that your life was completely in Vigilante’s hands.

God, you’re already wet.

Your mind hazy already, you whine and gasp for air as the gun is slowly pulled from your lips, tossed carelessly to the ground.

You jump, waiting for it to go off from the impact.

The masked man laughs, gloved hand caressing your jaw, thumb pressing lightly on your throat.

“Relax, sweetheart, I won’t hurt you…too much.”

His right hand reaches up and yanks the knife from the tree bark, and in a similar manner to before, he trails it down your chest.

Only this time, he begins to cut away your clothes with it, hands and blade making quick work of your shirt. He hums a directionless tune as he goes.

Your pants are next to go, although these he undoes and pulls down your legs himself, leaving them pooled around your feet.

Adrian had been on his knees for you plenty of times before, eyes wide, begging to taste you, to touch you. But Vigilante was looking up at you a different way. Eyes obscured by red took their time scanning your legs, before lingering on the space between.

“My, my,” you can hear the smirk as he stands up slowly, knife blade once again dancing along your skin, trailing up your leg, your hip. You can already feel the cold metal warming from your boiling skin. “What could this be?”

You freeze, all your instincts screaming at you not to move an inch, as you feel the flat of the blade caress your folds.

Vigilante pulls the knife away, holding it up to your eyes. You flush as you notice the very evident arousal glistening off it.

“So wet, and I haven’t even touched you…” he mused. “How could I kill such a perfect little fucktoy?”

You whimper, and he holds the knife up to your lips.

“Clean it off, and I’ll reward you. Not with your life, but you never know, we might get there too.”

Hesitantly, you lean forward, slowly lapping up your own slick with your tongue, determined to not take your eyes off the red visor.

“Veeeery good,” he draws out. “Now…a reward!”

The knife disappears from your field of view again, only this time, you feel something round and hard being pressed against your throbbing entrance.

Gently, slowly, contrary to everything he had put you through that evening, he pushed the hilt of his knife into you, working you open.

“Good, little, whore,” he sung each word, punctuating each with a thrust of the hilt.

You can’t help but moan with every thrust, voice echoing around the forest.

Vigilante leans forward, masked mouth hovering dangerously close to your ear. “I could kill you, you know. Right here, right now. No one would find your body for days. You fucking love that, don’t you?”

You let out a high-pitched whine, already feeling your orgasm approaching.

Suddenly you’re empty, pussy clenching around nothing.

“I asked you a question,” an airy voice prompts you, and you fight back a sob.

“Yes, yes I love it. I love that you’re stronger than me, I love that my life is in your hands, I love that you’re fucking me – fuck!”

Your last word squeaks out as the hilt re-enters you.

His game continues for what feels like hours, building you up with his knife, muttering in your ear, before stopping the moment your orgasm can take over.

You’re not sure how long it’s lasted, but eventually you’re crying, Vigilante’s hands gripping your hair tightly to keep you looking at him, knife fucking you quickly.

He stops again, and you sob.

You’re babbling, you’re aware enough to know that you’re babbling, but you can’t stop the flow of words leaving your mouth.

“Please, please, oh my god Vigilante please?”

His gleeful voice chirps back. “Please? Please what?”

“Please fuck me, it’s not enough, I need more, I need you, I –“

“You…what?” he teases, running the knife blade like a feather across your throat. “Come on, little villain, let me here you beg.”

You nearly scream. “Please, I promise, I’ll never do anything wrong again. I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good!”

He hummed, and you feel the knife leaving your throat. “Will you? Will you be good for me?”

“Yes, yes! I promise, I’ll be so good. I’ll be yours, I’ll be your fucktoy forever if you just let me live, if you just fuck me please –“

You wailed as you feel not the knife, but your boyfriend’s hard cock slowly pushes into you. You’re so out of it that you hardly process the sound of the knife clattering against the gun, both abandoned on the forest floor, instead focusing slowly on the loud grunt that escapes Vigilante as he bottoms out.

“Fuck!” he shouts, pausing for a moment. “I spent so long loosening you up and you’re still so fucking tight and wet around me, Christ.”

Without mercy, he begins fucking you hard, and you’re so far gone you don’t feel the bark of the tree roughly scratching your back.

It’s his turn to ramble, words coming out in a growl different from anything you had ever gotten out of Adrian.

“Perfect little fucktoy, so warm, so wet. I should do this more often. Tie you up for days, keep you as a pet for me and me alone. Mine to use, mine to protect, mine to fuck.”

“God, yes! Yours. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours,” the mantra leaves your lips uncontrollably.

Adrian looks at you through the red visor, gloved hand coming up to clench around your throat. A broken moan leaves your lips as he uses the grip to tilt your face higher, taking in your tear-stained face, the drool that escaped your lips, the fucked-out expression.

He releases his grips, both hands positioning onto your waist to fuck you deeper.

“Scream my name,” he grunts, forehead coming to rest against yours. “Scream it and I’ll let you live, scream it and I’ll let you cum.”

You do just that, Vigilante’s name bouncing through the trees as you feel the waves overtake you, your world going white.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he grunts, and you feel a familiar heat seeping into you as his hips rutt into yours, riding out both of your orgasms.

For a time, all that can be heard is heavy pants, the sounds of a breeze, and the odd tweet of a bird.

It’s not long before Adrian is ripping off his mask, familiar green eyes staring at you with a combination of love, lust, awe, and concern.

“Are you alright?” he asks, quickly moving to untie your arms, wiping some stray tears from your face.

“Holyshityes,” you slur out, immediately collapsing into him when you’re untied. “I don’t think I can move, but…yes. I’m wonderful. Thank you for that.”

Adrian’s arms support you strongly as he searches your face for any hint of a lie. When he doesn’t find one, he begins peppering your face with kisses.

“I love you; you were perfect. Thank you so much for staying with me.”

As the pair of you drive home, Adrian rambling to you as he drives about the bath he’ll run, the fresh clothes he laid out, the food he’ll make and the water he’ll make you drink, your blissed out smile grows wider when you realize.

You two are going to be just fine. Mask or no mask, Adrian was yours. And you were his, no matter the cost.

[hobateas]

the art of craving | intermission 1

It's easy to feel like you're floating on the clouds when you're near them, it's easy to have them right under your grasp and feel as if they are yours, but why does it feel as if the more you crave them, the more it all seems to fall down?

alternatively, you're a fluffer, irrevocably in love with the seven you work with and it's hard to navigate through your feelings when your hearts are fluttering messes in the presence of each other.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. porn industry workers!ot7 x f!reader (side f!oc x reader)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. smut, fluff, crack | f2l | fluffer!au | pornstar!au | unrequited love!au | mutual pining!au.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 18+ (mature)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. dom!bts | sub!reader | misunderstandings | pining | lesbian content (reader is bisexual) | chapter specific: one second of sub jinie and dom oc (misha) | mentions viagra | masturbation (m receiving) | marking | roleplay (it's a porn set) | mentions sex but no description.

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬. thank you dee @sugakookitty for this amazing banner! :D and also thanks a ton to my little birbie pauli @kookstempo im still surprised you read it so fast and managed to turn this piece complete, thank you babe <3

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. i know im incompetent but hey, this is something haha! this is the backstory of the favour the boys plan on asking misha for, and an insight to their relationship! any feedback or comments are appreciated <3 comment or send an ask to be added to the taglist!

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“Misha, for fuck’s sake! Stop dragging me around, woman!” Jin whined as said woman’s grip on his wrist tightened.

“Shut up for one second, Jin.” She grumbled under her breath, feeling nervous about what she was about to ask him.

Misha abruptly stopped, making the poor man stumble over his feet. He barely managed to catch his balance before he was being pushed inside a dark room, wherever it was. There was just a small ray of light coming in from a crack between the blinds and it smelled funky, like a mix of moss and cleaning supplies.

He scrunched his nose at the stench, hands resting on his waist with a sass known to only him. With a glare at the woman's figure, or what he hoped was the woman's figure, he took a step closer, so that in the event he tripped and fell, he took her along with him, cushioning his fall with her body.

“I swear on my life, Misha, if you have brought me here to kill me, I will end you.” He threatened, vigilant eyes on the unsuccessful lookout for any threats. 

“Oh my, this is- oh fuck. Gimme a minute.” 

He could hear the tremble in her voice and his gaze softened. 

An outsider would describe Misha as a bold and intense force, they’d justify it in the way she walked around like she could end the world at the snap of her fingers. But unlike Thanos, she was kind-hearted, and did not intend to kill anyone, much to Jin’s relief. But there was an edge to the way she talked, the way she commanded and stole your gaze towards her. She was alike Namjoon, but the only difference was the man loved, but the woman fucked. Did u just add italics or am i blind

“Alright, but tell me what’s up. I hate suspense.” He muttered.

“Yeah, alright. Here goes nothing.” She took a deep breath. “You know Jihoon? The new recruit? He’s the one with the pretty bangs and pretty eyes and the pretty voice and-” 

“Oh! I see what this is about. You’ve got boy problems~” Jin chuffed, doubling over as he clutched his stomach harshly.

“W-Well yeah! I mean- it’s only a silly lil’ crush but-”

“A silly little crush.” He cackled. “I’m sorry but what the actual fuck?”

He longed to see Misha’s face, he was sure it would be burning up in embarrassment. 

“Jin. Please.” He heard her murmur, voice scratchy.

“I- Oh my, Misha, you have a schoolgirl crush on the new guy. I’m actually gonna-” 

He felt a hand push him backwards and an ungraceful sound left his throat as his back collided with the door they had entered from. That door was disgusting, it probably hadn’t been cleaned in a decade and his back had touched that. A full-blown shiver spread down his spine as he attempted to move to wherever else he could but failed as the hand kept him locked in place. 

Misha stood on her tiptoes, leaning into his ear. There was still some distance between the two of them, but Jin didn’t know how to feel about the close proximity. The desperation in her voice was real, she was speaking the truth about her crush on Jihoon. Though he could feel the guilt slowly build up in his gut, he didn’t think he was entirely at fault either.

Given Misha’s fuckgirl reputation, he just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that she wanted to commit to someone. 

Guess people do change after all.

“I’ll make you a deal. Be a good boy and listen, okay?” She wrapped her hand around his bicep, her warm breath hitting his sensitive neck. 

Jin couldn’t help but squirm lightly, swallowing thickly as he saw her in a whole new light. A sheen of sweat covered them both, out of arousal for one and humiliation for the other. The silence that covered them both for the next few seconds was suffocating, yet neither dared to move.

“You tell me how to woo a boy - the dates, words, and all that cute shit. In return, I’ll do whatever you want when the time comes. No take backs, no excuses. Fair enough for you?” She hummed sweetly, as if coaxing a child.

“Whatever I want?” Jin shuddered. 

“Anything. I mean it.” She affirmed, moving her hand to his hand, rubbing the skin in soothing circles. 

It was weird for Misha to be this close to her co-star without having it be in a scene. She wasn’t big on physical affection, ironic considering her job as a pornstar. But she had to make a living and circumstances led to this; it was written in her destiny to be where she was right now, and so she accepted it. She didn’t know if she was pushing Jin too hard, but it’s hard to unlearn what you learned young.

“Y-You don’t have to do it, but I’d greatly appreciate it.” She mumbled, patting his hand as she stepped back from his bubble.

“Hey, I don’t mind. It’s a two-way street after all.”  He shrugged, finally pulling himself off the repulsive door.

Misha lifted her head with a million sparks in her eyes, eager to meet Jin's hand in a shake to finally confirm the deal. 

“You’re sure, right?” 

“Yeah, why not. I’m not the best in the dating category but I do have a few inklings here and there.” 

“That’s completely fine. We can put two ‘n two together and come up with something.” She smiled.

“Yeah, and we can always take the help of Yoongi and Hoseok. They are the best at romance, from what I’ve heard. Do you know Soyeon from the camera department? They dated her for a month or two but she still doesn’t shut up about the roses and chocolates they bought her during that time.” He recalled, bile in his throat as he imagined himself being whipped for someone like they were once upon a time.

“That annoying woman? I’ve heard so much shit about her.” Misha agreed, thoughts shifting to the sappy moments she remembered witnessing on set.

“Well, to each their own, hmm.” 

“Let’s get out of here now, you’ve been taking up too much oxygen.” It was as if the intensity of Jin's eyeroll could be heard from miles away that made Misha snort.

“Step one is to not snort like a fucking pig, Misha. I’m sure Jihoon would want to date a human, not a damn pig.” Jin whistled lowly, ideas simmering to life about how he could annoy the living shit out of her and get away with it. 

He ignored the offended look shot his way and quickly opened the door, stepping out with his blushing ears. Eyes darting to either side of the door, he motioned Misha to leave before he did, so in the off chance someone accused them, Misha’s ass would be whipped first.

“You better hold your part of the deal, Kim.” She muttered as they walked down the hallway, a good five meters between them. She was whisked away by one of the makeup stylists before he could retort.

Kim Seokjin was a man of his word, and if the feelings were mutual between Misha and Jihoon, he'd do everything in his power to unite them. Maybe this was the universe's way of telling him to become a part-time matchmaker. 

Though in all the years of his life, he had never been appointed to work as a wingman for someone. He didn’t have experience in that department; after being surrounded with people with drop-dead gorgeous looks and sex appeal, to put it quite simply, they had no trouble with finding themselves women and men who threw themselves on them, and neither did he. And that’s exactly why he thought he’d do well, his charms were irresistible and persuasion was of second nature to him. 

But he was also an astute man, and he knew that if Jihoon was even half the man he was, he’d fall at Misha’s feet, begging for a taste of her ambrosia without needing a strong push. 

“We’re starting in two, hurry up everyone.” Namjoon commanded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he shoved a tense Jeongguk to the side before walking up to the three actors. 

“Okay, Jin, Taehyung and Misha. The first part was already filmed with Taehyung, all we need is the foreplay part. And Jin, you take the viagra and hop in once that is coming to an end. I hope you all read the script and are aware of the scenes?” A raised eyebrow in their direction was all it took for them to swallow roughly and nod their heads.

“Great. Jin, go jerk yourself off or something, you’re up in ten if everything goes as per plan, alright? You two, do not disappoint me.” 

The dark aura was unmistakably beguiling, slowly lulling everyone into their professional modes. 

Every single light was switched off and the room went dark before they were turned on again, this time a dark red that made the atmosphere more sensual than they cared to admit. Though it was evident in the way a shiver crept down everyone’s spine - they were more afraid of messing up and hearing from Namjoon directly.

The man was scary as it is, but he was the devil when he was angry.

Jin slowly made his way to an empty chair, a woman with a makeup brush following him while fumbling with his robe. She tried to pull it down with nimble hands to touch up his collar bones before giving up and leaving, seeing how the man wasn’t ready to show off his assets just yet. A sigh left his mouth as he got comfortable in his seat, hands trailing down his chest and thighs to what laid in between.

The viagra was working, that was a no-brainer. As he touched the leaking tip with his thumb, he hissed, throwing his head back at the stinging feeling. A few heads shot up in fear, hoping that Director Kim hadn’t heard the sound, but Jin couldn’t be the least bothered, not after having known said man for years. 

His almond eyes searched for Jihoon’s figure in the dark, curious to see how the man would react when he saw Misha being fucked by someone else. It was a given that he’d feel the slightest sting if he liked Misha in any way other than platonic. 

When his eyes landed on a slouched figure on the left side of the room, in the corner, with hands dangling on the sides and a nervous face, he immediately recognised him. As the sloppy sounds of sex hummed in the background, there was an evident tick on Jihoon’s face. 

“Oh baby, I love you so much~” Misha’s breathy voice echoed in the room, followed by three loud whooshing sounds of Taehyung leaving his handprint on the flesh of her ass.

He felt creepy watching Jihoon so intensely, but he couldn’t deny the rise he got out of watching the poor man suffer. He stood there awkwardly, fiddling with the sleeves of his shirt before proceeding to not-so-subtly cover his front with cupped hands.

Jin almost guffawed at the scene, inviting more than a few worried stares from the staff. He played it off with a dorky smile. This was definitely the most fun he’s had in weeks, nay, months. Jihoon probably hadn’t noticed, not with the way he was desperately trying to focus on the floor, but the pornstar did notice how Misha kept glancing back at her crush, even as she got her brains fucked out. 

Oh boy, he was going to have so much fun being a wingman.

…

It took a while before the shoot finally wrapped up, much to everyone’s dismay, but seeing the gentle nod Namjoon gave before telling everyone to go home was definitely worth the hours of work.

A small groan left Jin’s mouth as Yoongi gently pressed an ice pack to the scratches Misha had decorated his back with, the red aggravated skin finally getting some relief. He couldn’t complain, however, not for a single moment, when he glanced at Jihoon who helped Misha to her room, wrapping her up in a fluffy robe with forbearing touches.

He also saw the tick in his jaw when he looked back at Taehyung and himself, before shaking his head and finally leaving the set.

“Did you see that?” He snickered. 

“See what?” Taehyung asked, taking a swig of cold water.

“Jihoon and Misha.” 

“What about them?” It was Hoseok who spoke up.

“Well, Misha oh-so-nicely asked me to be her wingman to help her get together with Jihoon. And get this-”

“Don’t fuck with us, Jin. Misha has a crush on the new dude?” Yoongi grumbled, pressing the ice pack further into his back, enough to have him yelp in pain.

“Firstly, I hate all of you, especially you, Min. And secondly, I am not lying,” He moved his hands in weird gestures, “She asked me to be her wingman, with the cute dates and words and what not, and in return, she said she’ll do anything I want her to.”

“What’s that got to do with us?” 

“Uh, well, you see, I’m not well versed in the matters of the heart and I need your help to help Misha to, y’know, woo Jihoon and it’s-”

“We get it, you’re an incompetent fuckboy. We’ll help but we want a share in the reward.” Yoongi nodded, completely serious.

“I hope you burn your dick. And don’t waste the reward on stupid shit. Taehyung, I’m looking at you, especially.”

“Huh? Me? What did I do?” The man questioned, offended bythe words of hate thrown his way. “Exist.” Jin retorted. 

“Uh guys, I hate to be the one to break your bubble, but I think they won’t need any help.” Hoseok walked to their side, blushing ears and an embarrassed smile on his face.

“Why? Oh…”

A loud moan echoed in the room just then, prompting everyone to clear their throats.

Misha was going rough on him, that was certain for sure. 

“Oh well.” 

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[mcdenthusiest]

Maybe I should actually start drafting part of my mcd rewrite instead of making up scenarios in my head and writing down concepts for it in an unorganized notebook also I have never written anything in my life

Im starting with rewatching the ENTIRETY of mcd + mys post s6 + some of the livestreams and mini games to get a sense of like basic plot points character points and world building for it (It’s mystreet and the mini games that’s gonna be painful to rewatch, I’m rewatching mcd s1 and I forget to take notes on it bc of how ridiculous it was initially I love it!). WHILE rewatching jt im taking notes on what I initially see during my rewatch and putting down time stamps for like major exposition on plot charatcer or world, THEN going back and breaking parts of it down to make it make sense and see how that plot point COULD fit in. Mcd s1 is ridiculous cuz it was meant to be a silly little let’s play x roleplay and I don’t blame Jess for how it is bc like it LITERALLY didnt have the intention to go to like mys s6 and all ehehe (fuck mys s6 tho).

THEN from there I’m gonna focus on worldbuilding and establishing the rules for the world, IM SO EXICTED TO ESTABLISH LORE AND HISTORYYYY future history major I love history I loved the divine warriors i love how messy the romeave monarchy probably is

I already know that I want to keep the start and end to s1 (aphmau spawns in a world -> Irene dimension) I just don’t know HOW I wanna get there exactly and what I wanna keep and remove

Characters are gonna be tough bc I’m not an incredible artists BUT writing them is gonna be so fun like Aaron’s gonna be a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT person in my mcd rewrite with his backstory 💀 there’s also many characters that I’m gonna try to keep bc I liked them but they’re probably not gonna end up being super developed except for main ones (but asides from s1 aphmau idk who’s gonna count as that LMAO!)

I have an idea for what I wanna keep which are like the ICONIC iconic moments of mcd (werewolf wedding moment)

The issue is that the real world and minecraft has very different rules and so aphmau cannot travel from PD to scaleswind in a day like in minecraft or just place blocks down for a house so figuring out the timeline is gonna be funky

I also want there to be a prelude series into episode 1 which is just the guard academy days for garroth and some other characters (the day garroth decides to join guard academy -> a bunch of events (not in order)including running away and Nicole faking her death + vylad murder + katelyn joining the jo9 + Sasha’s death + genes death + laurance becoming head guard and johs death to sasha + aaron accidentally killing lily and living as a loner (L) + gene coming back and traumatizing dante + Zane’s accession to power -> the day aph spawns into the world

I’m not neurotypical if it’s obvious

[kirisaki-daichi-scenarios]

hara x reader x furuhashi: poly relationship hcs

alright folks long time no poly relationship hcs let’s get this started

the dynamic would be funky in this pairing, that’s for sure: you’ve got hara, who’s the Wild Child TM, and you’ve got furu, who hates Wild Children TM, and you’ve got you, probably a healthy dose of the both of them

it ends up with you and furuhashi having to ‘parent’ hara who has absolutely no restraints

imagine you and furu go out for a nice date at a little patisserie, maybe sharing a slice of fruit cake, with the warm summer breeze in your hair, etc etc

then all of a sudden post-streetball hara shows up, slides his head in between the two of yours, kisses you both on the lips, and it’s only when you finish scolding him for being inappropriate that you realise that, in the chaos, he’s stolen the remains of the cake

that’s this relationship summed up

see, furu’s a cat. he’s all about subtle love, the little things, slight touches. we’re talking chaste kisses on your cheek as he cooks, or a slight smile shared with hara in the middle of a match.

whereas hara’s a dog. he refuses to allow the two of you to be affectionate without getting him somehow caressed - to have a conversation with furuhashi, at least one of you has to be giving hara a head massage to shut him up (his boy loves head massages)

also hara’s a dog because he will just fucking lick you, slobber all over your shoulder out of spite.

anyway, when in public, most people would take the three of you to be a relationship between you + hara, and assume that furu’s a third wheel (his constantly peeved expression doesn’t help), since you and hara try to respect that furu’s not a big fan of pda

doesn’t help that hara’s very loud about his feelings

concept: some guy hits on you.

immediately hara’s all in his face, threatening to beat him up (largely because he just wants to beat someone up), whilst furuhashi’s more likely to be watching from the sidelines - his input is in not helping you shut hara up, and also giving hara a slight nod to go on

yeah furu grumbles a lot about you and hara, and especially hara, but he loves you both just as much as you two love him

he buys you flowers, teaches you their meanings; he preps bentos for hara, with fresh fruit + veg, to make sure hara’s staying healthy before matches (maybe even cuts him a little sausage octopus, or makes a smile out of seaweed)

furu: hara you’re a fool and every minute i spend with you cuts my life expectancy in half

also furu: plays with hara’s hair for the whole movie, kisses him on the forehead when he finally stops talking

other things to note are the fact that hara’s very much the one who comes up with wacky date ideas. he’s the one at 1am, waking you and furu up to be like “yo i bought ferry tickets to okinawa hurry up we’ll be late” without having ever mentioned it to either of you beforehand

and who’s going to stop him? mr. furuhashi “go with the flow” kojiro?

actually speaking of sleep, here’s the Bedtime dynamic:

you and furu lying beside no another, maybe your arm over furu, maybe furu’s leg looped with yours.

a picturesque scene, right?

wrong. hara is roleplaying a blanket and is splayed across the two of you and some of his sleep drool will probably get on your face

other poly relationship posts

imayoshi + hanamiya

seto + haizaki

seto + yamazaki

hanamiya + seto

hanamiya + furuhashi

hanamiya + hara

[honkster]

Why the Dream SMP’s way of storytelling is IMPOSSIBLE to recreate in any other medium.

This has been in the back of my mind for the longest time. I think I finally got it.

People have talked about this before, and they’ve put forward some good points, and good for them – most of them are correct. It’s the way the ccs interact with each other, it’s how plot is mixed in with banter, that’s all good! I wanna put more out there.

So you know how you open a book to read, you start a new show, you sit down to watch a movie – that’s all produced by some sort of company, someone who made it specifically for you to enjoy. You expect a certain dramatic flair to it, certain cinematic choices, certain ways of writing, certain camera angles, certain reactions to things. That’s just ingrained expectations of things now.

The DSMP? Doesn’t have that.

The low expectations work very much in its favor. It’s a Minecraft role-playing server with a bunch of famous youtubers/streamers, who are all good friends and have great dynamics with each other. So when you expect “just another Minecraft video” but in stream form, or you watch the videos because there are certain people in them, you don’t expect to be dropped into extreme lore and sensitive topics, realistic situations proposed in game form, a combination of serious stuff and just fun times with friends goofing around – and you’re pleasantly surprised.

We, the fandom, are used to it a bit more now. How excellently they manage to make a serious story in such a “ridiculous” medium, how much it affects us all and gets our creative juices flowing. But even the ccs can’t predict some of the things that happen. And that’s fun.

The whole election ending the way it has? That was on us. And it made some of the most angsty content there has been in the DSMP. People still theorize about the arc and make connections to now – that’s pog!

Fundy being adopted by Eret – that sparked the whole “Fundy just wants a dad – let’s get him some love” thing that made FundyWasTaken and other Fundy+someone ships happen. I see a different person paired with Fundy every week, and somehow, I agree with all of them. I really got into Fundy because of that stream where Eret “slept through the adoption” and Fundy confronted his real dad and spent time with his granddad. That little stream gave us more insight into Fundy’s whole character (Nevermind Fundy showing off his acting skills – you go you funky little fox), but also justifies some of his actions now. DryWaters? Wanting to kill Technoblade? Fucked up reasons, but we still love him.

Phil being broken out of house arrest ahead of time – still made a great stream and Phil agreeing with Techno’s want for revenge – that made us all very happy. The SBI!!! The AE! And that’s also a thing!

That even if we do know or have predicted what’s going to happen, begged it out of the ccs basically, it is still incredibly fun to watch. Where some books/shows/movies fall short and reveal too much and end up being “too predictable”, they’re not fun anymore. I read this somewhere before, that sometimes holding back EVERYTHING from the reader, and relying on shock value to make a good story is just bad. Whereas if you progress the story naturally and let the reader make some predictions of their own and then they end up being right – that’s a lot of serotonin right there. It’s the re-readability that makes it slightly better the second time.

The DSMP takes this concept and fucking yeets with it. Letting fans engage in the story, letting them theorize and then be right, even acknowledging the fanart that was made, just engaging with the community that their roleplay created – that makes it so much more fun. I bet that even if the whole script was revealed to the fandom we would still watch every plot stream. Even if we knew vaguely what happens in the stream, we would tune in and enjoy every second of it. Because the ccs are just that good, we love them that much, we love this plot that much.

Oh and the unpredictability helps too. Tommy in exile was the vague concept of a lot of the streams – it’s taken that and ran with it in a lot of different directions. All quite enjoyable.

Having said all of that… The fact that this type of telling a story is impossible to recreate in any other medium is… kinda saddening? It is incredibly unique, and I’d say has things that not a lot of the people that produce mainstream media would even consider. “Just friends hanging out” – how would that make the script progress? “Engagement with the fandom, even considering their wishes for the characters” – but we’re telling a story here!

The only thing I can think of that would come close to the vibe, would be just a bunch of writer friends coming together, thinking up a universe and general plot, and then each deciding to write a few of their own characters in that universe. When one author focuses on their main characters, the side ones can feel left in the dust, or not fleshed out. The DSMP is just “every character can write their own story”, which takes a lot of the strain from the “main writers”. But the general thing of “just friends hanging out” would be taken away from it. We’re being serious here, why would we change the tone so quick?

With all of that in mind… I kinda wanna make some predictions? And I don’t know if they’re correct, but it’s fun to theorize. See?

1. L’manburg will die.

And not just because Techno has 54 withers. The country is cursed – it definitely is. There is little sentimental value that can be felt for a few flimsy stilts built on top of a crater. It might go out in a blaze of glory, with the withers (Is history repeating itself an interesting enough plot point to recycle a whole arc?), but it might just be forgotten. Yeah there have been some angsty headcanons about how “no one cares about L’manburg anymore, save for two people” and it just gets abandoned, but how about it just becoming irrelevant?

This all comes back to Dream, it always does! His want, need for the server to be “one happy family again”, it just means one thing. He wants the server to return to the peaceful anarchy that it was before L’manburg. No rulers, no factions, no nothing.

That’s never going to happen.

Try as he might, Dream cannot affect that change that L’manburg did to the server. The introduction of a faction, one that can exist without the interference of a higher power – why do you think so many factions have sprouted up since? And it’s not even serious factions a lot of the time, it’s just a few friends deciding to build their bases on a plot of land that they claim is a nation now. L’manburg has changed the mindset of these people, now an alliance with somebody is a political move. An alliance doesn’t exist if it doesn’t have a faction, and that faction can remain neutral for only so long.

Basically, L’manburg introduced the factions mod into the server.

And the fact that every faction now has enough relevance to hold weight in a war also means that every nation on the server is doomed to follow the downfall of L’manburg. Eventually, they will get into a fight they can’t win, go up against the wrong people, anger someone they shouldn’t have. All factions will either be destroyed, or lose relevance, until their creators, residents and such just… move on.

(And really you can go into meta and talk about real governments and compare them, but it’s far more simple than that. The server isn’t built for peace, it isn’t meant to be a relaxing place where you can just vibe, it may have been made for a few friends to play Minecraft together, but it has turned into An Author’s Curse. The curse that follows any kind of story being told – the fact that peace is boring. People watched the first streams of the DSMP because they liked the ccs, and that’s valid. But how many more people tuned in to watch the war streams because there was PLOT and there was CHAOS and there WASN’T CALM PEACE ANYMORE – that’s the curse of every writer. That you can write about someone just living their life drama-free, you can make interesting peace with characters or circumstances, but it’s always leading to one inevitable conclusion – war, drama, because people read that. And at this point, it’s just a predictable outcome. No matter how much you say that you are retired, that you’re done with violence (Technoblade), something will happen that will prove to you that you believed in people too much. No matter how “neutral” you may be in the matter, no matter how much you claim that you have no allegiance (Philza), you will be forced to pick one, because out of all the bad things, you pick the least worst one, the most appealing to you, the one that can benefit your want of revenge.

And I can go on, but this is far too deep for one simple reason – The Author’s Curse is so prevalent here because THERE ARE ABSOLUTELY NO STAKES. It’s a video game – you die? You respawn. Something gets destroyed? You can just rebuild. Sure, you’ll want to kill the person who did wrong to you, but whatever they did wrong can just be replaced, remade, recreated. So why not have wars? Why not cause massive amounts of destruction “for the plot”?

It’s literally a playground. How all authors have their little playground with their characters that they meticulously plan out, the DSMP is that playground for all of these people.

And it’s fun! Sure! I like it! I’m just really skeptical whenever someone in character says that they “just want peace”, “are retired”, “swear off violence”, “are building just a little city for themselves”. Because you can do that, nothing wrong. But eventually, no matter how much you distance yourself from all of the chaos happening, all of the wars, you will return.

Because it is just much more fun.

It’s the curse. A cursed cycle.

And everyone is in it.)

2. The prison.

I don’t have anything on the prison because I don’t have anything on the book. Yeah I’ve done a whole post where I overanalyze what it could be, but it doesn’t make it any clearer. Whatever it is, it’s made out to be a huge plot point, something that can only be revealed when the prison is finished.

Cursed. The prison’s reason for being constructed is the book, but the book is only relevant when the prison is finished. We can only wait, and theorize, as we do.

(My only theory is that the book is information about another op on the server. Or at least something related to op or creative mode. Dream only fears one thing on this server, and that’s Technoblade, so if his one fear is the most skilled player on the server, what else could give him existential fear?)

3. The SBI.

Again, I don’t have anything! Yeah the reunion seems to be going smoothly, one member at a time, but there is already conflict in their beliefs among each other. And all that’s happened is a vague “maybe one day we’ll strike”.

Is history repeating itself an interesting enough plot point to recycle a whole arc?

Is L’manburg’s destruction AGAIN really necessary to hammer home the idea that no one likes that place anymore?

I don’t know. Whatever happens, no one’s in the right. No one’s in the wrong either. They’re all not good people and that’s that on that.

4. The Clingy Duo.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

That’s all.

(Okay seriously? All of these arcs are connected. You know what happens when everything seems to be connected to one another?

A giant, dramatic final showdown between the two opposing sides.

Cause it’s just Chaos vs L’manburg. Those are the sides. People that want L’manburg to exist and people that want it gone. There are no other sides, there isn’t someone who’s like “Well maybe it can exist if we do this and this” cause no one wants to put in anymore effort into this cursed country. The only people were the clingy duo and now they’re separated and everyone is just leaving and Tommy is on the Chaos side like at this point he doesn’t care about L’manburg he just cares about Tubbo but he has to convince Tubbo to leave L’manburg but will Tubbo be convinced but will Tommy even consider leaving L’manburg and breaking free from its curse AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Goddamit.)

5. The Egg?

Dunno shit about it. Like the prison – it seems important, but we’re just not being given enough information. Is it a coincidence that the moment Dream commissioned the prison the Egg popped up? Or are the two directly related?

I don’t know. But as long as someone is finding ways to fight the Egg, that’s fantastic. Bad juju indeed.

6. Oh the Butcher Army want to kill Dream!

Hah.

Okay I’ve seen people make the case that the Army is just a bunch of people with trauma repeating the cycle of ab*se that they went through and yes.

Just yes.

And the fact that no one is actually looking at it that way and no one is there to like.. help them or even help them understand that what they are doing is just irrational, even though their reason for doing it and the result they hope to achieve is YES and the only thing that a lot of the people of the server who want peace should try to go for as well, they cannot stand up to Dream on their own. They just can’t, they will get punted into exile. They need allies, and they need powerful ones, people that have also been wronged by Dream and want him gone.

But the cycle continues, and no one knows where it ends.

(Okay but from a writing perspective? Getting rid of Dream is the end goal. It is the be all end all of all conflict, well… most of it, at least most that’s related to the supposed “good side”, or “the side that’s been most victimized”. But from the same perspective, that side is just… no longer. It has proven that is just as bad, if not worse than the final boss. I have to agree that Techno has to pay for his crimes, even though I like him a lot, but Techno did in fact cause insane damage. Yeah L’manburg rebuilt, yeah Wilbur probably caused more – still he isn’t completely free.

But that’s a discussion on morality more than laws.

L’manburg is doomed to die. Dream is doomed to be fought, and probably won against (simply because he has won far too many times already, you know how everyone seems to hate OP characters…). But the Butcher Army is doomed to fail against Dream. So how does that work?

Welp.

Is history repeating itself and interesting enough plot point to recycle a whole arc?

The answer is no.

I’ve repeated that question three times now, and the answer to it is no. No it is not. L’manburg can be destroyed again, and it can be rebuilt again, but the sentimentality that people feel for it will not remain. The cycle of history ends somewhere, and it’s not too far a fetch that it ends here.

So what happens when Technoblade, Philza and Tommy roll up to L’manburg with withers and a destruction wish, only to be met with a bunch of traumatized children with axes and a death wish?

Well, I’ll spare the details, but from a purely writing standpoint…

The two sides team up.

Think about it – The Butcher Army doesn’t care about Technoblade anymore. They’ve seen that Dream is the one pulling the strings, they know that even if they do care about trying to eliminate Technoblade again, they have to get rid of his strongest ally – Dream. But through their anger, they’ve lost their fear. You should fear Dream, he’s a fuckin op. Techno is correct in not wanting to go against him.

But after Tommy? After seeing the Butcher Army at their lowest, screeching about Dream being the villain?

Will Techno finally go past his thinking of “government is evil, always government is source of problem” and realize that Dream has the most evil government in mind for his rule?

I’m still kinda sad that Techno isn’t making the conclusions he should about Dream. But he’s starting to – and really, the SBI-Butcher Army team up is the most logical thing that could happen.

Watch me be completely wrong or miss something and I’ve got ALL of it wrong. I would love that.)

(Also it’s very funny to me that Dream is literally simping for Techno while he’s just here like “Listen bud I would stab you on sight if you didn’t have creative mode”. Dream KNOWS that Techno can and will kill him given the opportunity. Techno knows that that opportunity may never arise.

It’s a weird type of stalemate, to be sure. But goddamn is it interesting.)

Anyway... if you read through all of this... I could bake you a cookie? Thank you! I like to ramble.