#I need a tag for my blurbs

[cherrysha]

Older brother sukuna and his younger brother yuuji who he begrudgingly takes care of by doing some shady shit. Slightly gang affiliated,,, sells drugs,,, maybe moonlights as a security guard at night to cover his ass…

He’s who bookies send after you when u owe a ton of money and they know u don’t have the funds to pay up. Can only assume sukuna is involved when another body washes up,, police never have any hard evidence.

He’s not the type to go after college girls but ur so pretty and malleable and innocent and he truly can’t help himself when you shyly knock on his door looking for an ounce. He could short you and you’d thank him, fill the bag with oregano and you’d be none the wiser. But hes amazed you even know his address, he’s not in the business of selling to inexperienced little girls. He moves weight by the brick and who are you knocking at his door late at night asking for such things?

Of course he lets you in, fondles you a little under the guise of looking for a wire, only finds the softness of your skin and the warmth of your ass pressed against his crotch. Smokes you out by feigning suspicion that you might be a cop if you don’t test the product. And you’re gullible enough to believe him, to let him shotgun smoke into your mouth and relax against the softness of the sofa as your head fills with cotton.

It’s not hard to pry the truth from you either. Some college friends taking advantage of your kindness, your urge to belong, steering you in his direction. Asking you to use your own money to buy product. And he doesn’t feel pity because you know you’re being taken advantage of just as much as he does, you’re a smart girl, just so lonely.

Of course he initiates it, seals his lips to yours after breathing smoke into your mouth, but he never expects you to be so eager. sucks and bites on your lips once a little whine escapes your throat and after a while his big tattooed arms circle around your waist, pick you up as easily as a doll and drop you into his lap. Your soaking through ur underwear under that little skirt and he doesn’t have to look down to feel it, feel the warmth radiating off of your there

After a while it’s routine. After a while you stop coming to him under the guise of buying, your true intentions clear as day when he gets a feel under your skirt and finds you wet and bare for him. After a while he’s only got eyes for you, for the convenience of your little house calls and how sweet you are, like there’s not guns hidden just out of view, like he hasn’t sold bricks of white powder in front of you.

And how are you supposed to know? He’s so indifferent and cold after you’ve fucked, let’s you leave with so much as a wayward glance. You’re not stupid enough to mistake a casual fuck as something more. And how are you supposed to know he’s a bouncer at the new club ur going to? That your ‘friends’ dragged you to? And how are you supposed to know he’s watching the roll of your hips when he’s supposed to be watching the door? That every lustful roll against the man behind you is threatening to burst the vein in his neck.

[wildflowercryptid]

it's all fun and games until your goofy ass kinnie jokes actually start to bring some interesting similarities to light.

[cauliflowertree]

🧚 barista! remus lupin having a crush on reader

let us lay in the sun—remus lupin.

“is that to sit in?” asked remus, knowing your answer was usually ‘yes’.

you’d sit in the corner by the window almost every day, basking in the sunlight that streamed through their floor to ceiling windows. with you would either be a book or school work, but you always looked more at ease when it was a book.

“no actually, to go today,” you smiled softly.

remus fumbled around slightly as he changed your order from ‘sitting in’ to ‘to go’, wondering where you were off to and if you were meeting anyone.

“big plans?” he asked, almost dropping the plastic cup he’d picked up from the large stack as his eyes flicked up to yours.

he was never such a clutz as he was in your presence and it infuriated him. he wanted you to see the calm and collected side of him, a side he much preferred.

“no, it’s such a nice day i thought i’d take it to the park.”

remus nodded, eyes momentarily fixed to the outside world he would not get to enjoy for another few hours. but he was off early today. with his back turned to you, he caught his breath and steadied his pulse, thinking of something to say to you before you left.

“feel bad for you, stuck inside all day,” you said as remus handed you your drink.

“oh, i’m off in a few hours. half day,” he smiled weakly.

“really? well if you’re not busy, you should join me. it’s the park just down the road,” you informed him, trying to play it cool as your heart hammered in your chest.

“yeah! i’d love to,” replied remus, filled with enthusiasm.

“great, i’ll see you then.”

[m3talmunson]

It shouldn't have been that big of a red flag to Steve. It really isn't that big of a deal, right? It's a completely normal habit. It could even be endearing if you thought about it enough!

No. Nope. It's all bad.

Steve cannot fathom how the fuck Eddie sleeps with socks on. It's almost impossible to comprehend.

Eddie is a human furnace. He radiates all the sunshine from his eyes, turning into heat.

Eddie being warm is one of Steve's favorite things about him. It makes every passing touch all the more important, more impactful. It ensures that the cold lonely nights of Steve's past were left firmly there. It was an endless source of comfort for Steve. Even at it's most annoying, when Steve is throwing off all of the blankets in the night so he can continue to cuddle Eddie without overheating. A small price to pay.

But somehow, Eddie himself is always cold. He keeps none of his body heat for himself. His skin always feels like the sun was just bearing down upon him, but even in the sun he could still be shivering.

And he sleeps

with fucking SOCKS on.

Normally Steve wouldn't really mind. It's not like they're dirty socks. Surprisingly enough Eddie was generally hygienic when it came to his clothes. Eddie had always hated the feeling of dirty clothes. It's why he spent more time watching Steve in gym than actually participating. So it's not a smell that bothers Steve, it's not anything like that.

And if you ask Steve, he's all for supporting Eddie finding ways to keep himself warm. Steve worries, naturally. He encourages Eddie to seek warmth at almost all times. Why else would he wear a long-sleeved Hellfire shirt when it's the middle of May.

No, the problem isn't smell, or warmth, it's the fact that Eddie loves physical contact when he's asleep. He loves to be all over Steve, loves breathing in his smell even in his dreams. He also happens to love slowly trailing his leg up Steve's own. He loves slow, tender, sleepy movements. Eddie is always gentle, always barely grazing Steve's skin.

Steve does not love feeling like there's spiders crawling up his leg in his sleep.

Too many times Steve has woken up and immediately flung Eddie's foot off of him only to realize it was just Eddie, and apologize profusely. Too many times those stupid fuzzy socks have ruined a night's sleep.

"Babe, baby, sweetheart, dollface, PLEASE forgo the socks tonight. I am begging." Steve asked. He had an important day of taking care of the kids coming up, and he needed his beauty rest.

"What's in it for me?" Eddie teased.

"Have you ever heard the phrase 'Happy wife, happy life?'"

"Touché, darling." Eddie contemplated. "Maybe, for one night, I can forgo the socks."

And if Eddie found himself having more fun sticking his cold feet up the back of Steve's shirt, it was nobody's business but theirs.

[sugarcoated-lame]

KRICKET PLEASE GOD GOD GOD—

especially the, “are you going to come again for me?” and “you can take more.” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

hhhhhhhh seb 💗 right tho I feel like it’s giving soft dom!Joel vibes 🫠🫠

and YEAH… Joel Miller + “good girl” makes me absolutely WEAK in the fucking knees 😵‍💫😵‍💫🫠🫠

You know he’d be the sweetest, softest dom, always checking in with you to make sure you’re okay and comfortable and feeling good.

smut under the cut* ❤️

You’re sat in Joel’s lap, instantly left feeling empty and whimpering at the loss of him as he gently lifts you off of his cock. Your thighs like jello from pushing yourself up and down his length while you rode him, practically melting against him after he’s just pulled your third orgasm out of you—your arms around his shoulders and face buried in his neck.

“Doin’ so good for me, darlin’,” he praises, and you can’t help but mewl against him as the tip of his still-hard cock bumps against your swollen, sensitive clit. “How’s my good girl?”

“Think ya got one more in you?” You nod against him, and one of Joel’s large hands moves to the crown of your hair to gently pull your head from the crook of his neck so that you can look him in the eye.

“Use your words, baby.” His stern tone eliciting another gush of wetness between your thighs. “You gonna come again for me?”

“Yes, daddy… want more”

And once he gets that confirmation, Joel’s right back to absolutely ruining you. Pulling your tired form in closer for a brief, but firm kiss before flipping the two of you over on the mattress so that he’s hovering over you. Lining the tip of his cock back up with your entrance and filling you with one swift thrust of his hips, harsh in comparison to the featherlight kisses he trails along your jaw before whispering into your skin,

“You can take more.”

Whewwww I need to lie down 🫠🫠🫠❤️❤️

[esha-isboogara]

fourth drink instinct *WIP*

this has nothing to do with drinking i just love the song :) anyways i’ve had mark on the brain for like a month and i can finally post bc i’m not banned anymore yayy!! enjoy some horny unfinished thots

more thots here

don’t test mark’s patience

mark was a patient man. he was an expert at the waiting game. for hours he could sit patiently waiting for the perfect moment to do something. he was always able to wait his opponent out.

that is until you came into his life to test his abilities.

“but i don’t want to sit in the living room i want to sit with you” he heard you whine from outside his door like a dejected toddler. he has told you a million times over you couldn’t be in the room while he was filming, too much of a distraction.

“i’m sorry baby but you can’t be in here with me right now. i told you you’re going to distract me too much i’ll be done in an hour or two” he tried to ignore your knocking and focused on the screen before him. “be a good girl and wait for me”.

“i don’t want tooo, i want to be in the room with you. i promise i won’t do anything just let me sleep on the bed mark, pretty please”? you did your best or make yourself sound convincing. you were well aware he wasn’t able to withstand your pleas for too much longer. it was easy to wear him down enough into giving you what you wanted.

“baby. no. i said no. you’re really testing me right now”. mark responded, his tone now stern. he wasn’t playing around anymore.

the other side of the door was silent for a moment before again you spoke again. “pretty please mark”?

that was it. he couldn’t take it anymore. why didn’t you understand the word no? clearly he didn’t give you enough discipline.

getting out of his chair and reversing the lock on the door he yanked you in, ignoring your small yelp of shock.

“i told you to shut up and let me work. but did you listen”? he waited for an answer but you just gave him that wide eyed look that made him want to take you then and there. “no you didn’t. and now i’m going to have to punish you”.

“ill shut up..please don’t spank me”. you whimpered already regretting your decisions.

he laughed, a dark menacing one. “oh no no darling that’s not what we’re going to do tonight. i’m going to shut that bratty mouth of yours up for a while i get what i need to get done”.

you looked up at him, your eyes wide and begging.

“that won’t work on me sweetheart. get on your knees, you know the drill”.

without hesitation you obeyed, fearing any further punishment.

“consider this your apology”.

[transkingcobra]

Okay I got this idea while trying to sleep last night and then proceeded to write most of it until 3am instead of just noting it rip

Finished this scenario and I actually mostly like it for not having written in ages and I never feel like I capture others’ characters correctly

Halsin x m!named!Tav

(x2 but mainly focusing on one in this)

Diex finds himself jealous and then proceeds to panic about it. Halsin snaps him out of it and talks him through it.

Mainly angst I guess, ‘tis sfw, moment of jealousy not aimed at other current partner if that matters to anyone, anxiety/panic attack, going nonverbal for a bit, I think that is everything?

A little background/explanation before the lil fic because I know I’ve shared not a damn thing about these two but it should be completely skippable, just know that Diex is a changeling in his tiefling persona to start this. If you’re confused you can always go back to read it after and/or send asks, was trying to keep it short I’m already rambling

Background info:

First and foremost, Nix and Diex are changeling brothers who both fell for Halsin. I want to emphasize there is nothing between the brothers other than being brothers, no incest, they do not share Halsin in those moments.

Nix (ranger) is mute and solely communicates via signs or writing (I think I wrote it understandably but the quotes that are italicized are signed). Diex (druid) is with him 99% of the time so he’ll translate signing to spoken language for ease/speed of communication to others.

They’re technically not “Tavs” as in neither of them is the leader and they’re not worm-wielders, another bean is in the “Tav position” but I didn’t even mention him in this. They were hanging out to help out with the tieflings in the grove (as their tiefling personas) before joining the group.

Context for slight mention of their past, Diex was on the run for 10 years where both brothers were completely alone before finally finding each other again.

The brothers usually use their tiefling personas to travel with the group since that is the one the party knows and met them in, and drop it at camp since they prefer to just be themselves.

I think that is all but let me know if something feels missing?

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Today was a prep day, everybody gathering potions and ammunitions, sharpening weapons, preparing spells. Halsin and Diex wandered vendor stalls together in the city, looking for anything the others had need of. The two became lost in their own worlds and drifted a few stalls apart before the changeling started to notice a woman’s obnoxious flirting.

“I’ll bet those strong hands of yours can do far more than that.” The woman’s advances earned an amused hum from the man she had her sights on. Wait. Diex lifted his gaze and turned to where the voices had come from and, sure enough, there she was standing and staring at Halsin. He didn’t hear anything else that was said; his feet took him over to his bear immediately. Arms wrapped around Halsin’s waist, Diex flashed the woman a dirty look, made worse by his morphing face but angled so the much taller druid couldn’t see.

“Well, I should uh, be getting home!” The woman grew visibly uncomfortable at his show and left in a hurry. He didn’t move, just watched her leave as his tiefling tail swayed behind him.

“Diex?” Halsin’s voice is all it takes to snap the clingy changeling out of it. He’s suddenly out of his head and in the market again, clung to his large elf. Embarrassment and shame hit him like a tidal wave. Halsin isn’t only his.

His arms fell away from the other druid and he took a step back, not sure he wanted to look Halsin in the face.

“I- I am so sorry- …Halsin I-“

“Calm, my heart. I am not angry.” A gentle hand found Diex’s chin and lifted his gaze. Halsin’s face was that of gentle concern, not anger, although Diex wasn’t sure if that was better at the moment. “Are you alright?”

“I…” He couldn’t hold the eye contact anymore, couldn’t form words, and suddenly he realized his heart felt like it was ready to escape his chest. He wanted to run, but he knew he couldn’t. Or well, shouldn’t. Not this time. He wasn’t doing that again. Not again…

The caress on his chin left only to take his hand with a gentle squeeze.

“Let us go back to the tavern.”

Diex nodded silently in response, letting Halsin guide him through the city. His mind spun like a hurricane only to crash and fall completely blank, then spin again.

Halsin was being calm, gentle, concerned even. Yet, Diex had just gone against what he had agreed to, to let the bear roam. He acted a clingy, possessive teen to their first love. Well… Halsin was his first, but he’s no kid. He should’ve known better. Been better. Halsin didn’t deserve to deal with this. Diex should’ve just said no before. Let Nix lie with Halsin in camp alone. The quiet brother was more level-headed. Mature. He thought before he acted, didn’t make stupid mistakes. Some days Diex still wasn’t quite used to living around so many people, but Nix adapted well. He lived the way he hunted, patiently with no missteps. Yes, he should’ve just said no. The minor ache of losing a crush would’ve been far more manageable than what was going to happen when they made it back to the tavern.

The Elfsong… Diex’s stomach twisted as they entered the establishment. The noise of the tavern’s crowd barely felt like it reached his ears. The stairs felt like far too many to climb yet not nearly enough to keep him away from what was to come. The common area around the main fireplace and hallway felt like he had only taken two steps before they made it to the room Halsin was using. The one he usually shared with one or both of the changelings. Diex heard the door close and felt it in his heart. He dropped his tiefling persona and stood feeling bare in front of Halsin.

The room felt suffocating. The first moments felt like hours. Every fiber of his being wanted to run again. To leave the room, the tavern, the city, the people behind. Instead, two strong hands found his shoulders, gentle but steady, and a low voice brought him back to himself.

“My love, you’re shaking…”

Halsin was right; Diex had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts he didn’t notice how unsteady he was. Did the others see? Was anybody even there as they passed the common area to get to the room? Was Nix there? Although the shaking wouldn’t have made a difference for Nix, the two knew each other far too well. The elder brother would have known something was wrong anyway.

Halsin gently sat them both down, holding Diex close but gently enough he could pull away easily. They had fought countless foes on this journey and had more than a few terrifying encounters. Diex had never flinched at those dangers yet here he was a near mess and panicked.

“My love, speak to me…” Hands left Diex as Halsin signed a broken “Please, what are you thinking?”

Bless Halsin, the man had taken up learning as many signs as he could during their travels and the brokenness pulled Diex a little more out of his own head.

“I’m stupid.” Diex couldn’t remember teaching that sign, Halsin is far too kind to need use of it, but maybe Nix did for whatever reason. The larger druid wiped a newly fallen tear from the changeling’s cheek before signing a request for Diex to spell the word he signed. “…stupid.” His voice cracked and was barely a whisper.

“I disagree.” A warm kiss graced the pale man’s head. “But you do have yourself worked up terribly, so when you are able I hope we can talk about where your mind is right now.”

By the gods, how can a man be so gentle? Diex leaned into Halsin’s chest, letting himself be held once more.

“I just… sorry I chased her off.” A low hum rumbled in Halsin’s chest.

“I am not angry, my heart. And I was not returning her advances.” A chuckle lightly shook them. “You and Nix keep me very occupied in that regard.” Diex couldn’t help the faintest hint of a smile start to form on his lips, but it quickly faded.

“…but if you did? Want to…return them? And I ruined it…” As much as he was certain it was over, Halsin felt safe. He curled himself into the bear, wrapping his arms around Halsin’s waist.

“I would still not be angry.” Halsin’s answer was soft, steady. Patient.

“But I-! We agreed that-“ Calloused fingertips hushed Diex’s onslaught of worry. He finally lifted his gaze to meet Halsin’s, those hazel eyes obviously choosing his next words.

“Nix told me I was his first in every way, and that I was more than likely yours as well. I do not expect either of you to know exactly how you are going to feel and react to a new lover. Nor do I expect you to hold yourself to that agreement should you discover it doesn’t work for you. But, I do, however, expect and ask you to be honest with yourself and with me.” Halsin’s hand lowered to caress the changeling’s cheek. “I do not wish to see you so worried. I would not want to lose you as a partner, but I would hate to see you go against your nature for me. If you ever find this does not work for you, please say so.”

“I…” For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Diex’s mind was calm. Halsin’s words comforted him but those eyes soothed his very soul. He was allowed the space to just be. Love and learn, wherever that took him. “Thank you.” He realized he’d honestly not put much thought into sharing Halsin beyond his brother, or even beyond the tadpole party just outside the door. Gods know they’d each bed him in the right situation. Though, now he’d really need to consider Halsin with a complete stranger, however odd a thought that felt to him at the moment. But he didn’t have to figure it all out immediately.

Diex stared into those gorgeous eyes a moment longer before pressing his lips to Halsin’s, soft and knowing, a promise he’d keep. Halsin gently rubbed a thumb over the pale cheek.

“Your eyes are beautiful.” Halsin spoke with a sense of gentle awe, and the comment caught Diex so off guard that he felt a blush rise to his cheeks. His eyes were beautiful? They were but a blank slate; Halsin’s eyes were beautiful. The way they glimmered as he chuckled only proved the point even more.

“What?” Diex huffed half a laugh, not seeing what his bear found funny now.

“Your eyes turned hazel. Mine, I presume?” Oh. Well, if he wasn’t visibly blushing before, his face was red now, quickly turning away and actively dismissing his unintended eye color.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” It’s been a long time since he’s morphed unintentionally, and never had he mimicked someone, even purposefully.

“You’ve nothing to apologize for, my heart.”

“Gods… that’s twice today I’ve felt like a child.”

“Perhaps I could read you a bedtime story and tuck you in tonight?” Halsin chuckled as he teased, although something in Diex said the bear would do so if he genuinely asked.

“No! If you must read someone to sleep with bedtime stories, I’ll sleep alone and let Nix have you to himself tonight.”

They laughed and held each other close. Halsin was content Diex had settled back into himself, reassured in his arms.

There was a knock at the door, a pattern familiar only to Diex. He returned it tapping on the wooden floor, loud enough for Nix to hear outside. The ranger walked in, closing the door behind him before sitting next to the druid pretzel.

“I didn’t interrupt, did I? Are you alright? The expressions the two of you had got Karlach pacing.” Ah, so they did see. Diex habitually released Halsin to sign his response.

“Yeah, I’m good now. Do I have to let Karlach squeeze me so she doesn’t burn down the Elfsong?” The younger changeling’s smile and soft chuckle at the thought seemed to relieve Nix of some concern.

“It wouldn’t hurt. Well, maybe a little for you. Maybe wildshape first.” The two druids laughed at Nix’s idea, who let out his own amused breath.

The three of them eventually joined the rest of the party for dinner. Karlach got her hug, of course, after much assurance that Diex was fine. Most of them were confused about what she was even concerned over, much to his relief. He knew Shadowheart and Astarion could be nosy, but even they let it drop when he said it was between him and Halsin. Although, Nix’s blank stare from behind his younger brother may have pushed them to stay quiet.

The three would talk more later, if not just the brothers. Nix might have advice for how he’s been navigating the relationship. Then again, he may not know what he’s doing either. But that was for later. Right now, he had good food to enjoy and even better company to enjoy it with.

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I hope Halsin felt like Halsin, I never feel like I write characters correctly anyway and trying to write about a relationship where one of them literally says that word is “unfamiliar to [his] lips” feels weird, but also a friendship is a relationship so 🤷‍♂️ and some shit just felt weird using any words, fanfic wiggle room I guess. Hope I did him justice in any case lol.

I do wanna write/draw more about these guys, funny enough I have more ideas about Nix with Halsin than Diex, but the writing demons possessed me for this specific idea last night lmao. Their dynamics are fun in my head plus the idea of exploring the brothers running into another changeling who is very not nice and everything they avoid being is something I wanna do as well cough even if orin has bs abilities for a changeling cough Nix was my first dnd character I made without help and a few years later played his brother, while now bringing them into bg3 has been living in my head rent free lol

[agent37]

fun fact! this was both the last thing i made in 2022 and the first thing i made in 2023!

inspired by the video ever :3 rendog miku drop pop candy post frfr

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[local-redhead-bookworm]

From the moment he rolls up in Hawkins, Billy Hargrove has something of a reputation. He’s a beast on the court, people whisper between lockers in Hawkins High. A lone wolf, Tommy says, though that never stops him from following Billy around. Party animal.

Ungrateful whelp. Son of a bitch. Some other choice names that his father has hurled at him when Max has left the house and Susan is off washing dishes or whatever she does.

In the aftermath of Starcourt, Joyce adds a few new comparisons. Hurt. Like a frightened animal backed into a corner. Bark worse than his bite. But El, who had rooted around in his brain and stared into his very soul, looks at him and doesn’t see a monster. For the first time in his life, someone sees him as not something dangerous or inhuman, just another scared kid.

[thecreelhouse]

okay yeah nope there’s the infantilization and romanticism i was worried some of y’all would pull

disappointed but not surprised

[duskholland]

there are so many words inside of me

[cerise-on-top]

Ok ok I think I have a idea for swap personality. It's kinda like a base start you can make up the rest . So what happened is that let's just say while fighting one of the bosses a reset happens and this time player didn't do it , it happened on its own . Their personality got switched but player and felt like it's normal for them

So maybe write what judge , zacharie, gardians (and maybe the elsen) thinks about it

Sorry if it doesn't make sense *poof out of exsistance *

Don't worry, it makes perfect sense to me! We did talk about that beforehand, after all! Again, it's an interesting concept! And thank you for indulging me on this one as well!

Personality Swap (Swap AU)

Judge:

It’s rather… odd to him, to see the puppet act like the puppeteer and vice versa. While he wouldn’t be particularly shocked by that outcome, training a stoic puppet was something new.

He would definitely voice that there was something going on, even if he didn’t particularly know what that might be. I mean, he is well aware of the personality swap, just not what may have caused it. Some things are beyond the eye of the cat, after all.

Considering the oddity of it all, Judge might just join you in your adventures to seek out the power causing this baloney. And if he doesn’t join you explicitly, expect him to be around more than he usually would, not only giving you hints, but also asking questions neither of you would know the proper answer to.

Zacharie:

The moment he felt another reset hit the game, he expected nothing in particular. The Player wanted to relive this adventure another time? Very well, he was up to playing his role.

When he saw an empathetic Batter for the first time, he was confused. Something wasn’t right after all. And when both of you claimed it had always been this way, Zacharie would play along for now. Considering his charisma, it would be easy enough. He was a video game merchant, he would show up when needed, and when not? He would look for that threat himself as well.

When Batter mentioned it wasn’t him, that did the reset, that was when he grew truly worried. With this information, he tried looking through the code to find out what happened, maybe even consulting his old pal Judge to find out more. But eventually, as he is a mere merchant, he would settle down and just accept it. Was he really capable of making a change, after all?

Dedan:

This would make fighting you either a lot harder or a lot easier. While the puppet was stoic, the puppeteer showed emotions and empathy, so perhaps he could make up for those times he lost.

Dedan wouldn’t care all that much about the personality swap, what was important was the fact he would win. This was really just another opportunity for him to do what was right to him. Protecting his people was one thing, making sure the other zones had been delivered the goods and resources they need another.

Overall, he will try to use this as an advantage to try and intimidate Batter a bit more, regardless of whether he fails or not. Keeping his zone impure and alive was his goal, and as long as he could achieve that, he could keep going, no matter what.

Japhet:

This was not at all what he expected, nor remembered. The saviour was supposed to be kind, not seemingly void of emotion. He had his doubts about whether or not that truly was the saviour, but who else would challenge him?

Japhet had his people to punish for their cowardice, his own sons, even if he knew it was wrong. While he couldn’t make amends on his own, he had been awaiting the two of you. There was little left for him to fight for but his own life, so he, too, decided to go all out. Even if he missed your kind voice at the end of the battle.

It didn’t feel right. Nothing about this did. If he could have, he would have reversed this. But alas, he could only accept defeat with grace as he watched his zone get purified, with you and Batter walking away as if a different time had never existed.

Enoch:

Another opportunist, even if he does try to find an answer as to what happened in his mind. If something was capable of tampering with the Player, then it must be capable of so much more. Definitely a threat worth thinking about as it could impede his sugar production.

Just before his first fight, he would tell you about what the two of you used to be like and what you had accomplished then. Even going as far as giving you a theory or two regarding what he thinks might have happened. But either way, he would give it his all to defeat the two of you and keep the sugar production working.

In reality, it’s really not the two of you that he fears the most, it’s whatever is behind your swap that’s making him a bit nervous. But no matter what, this dystopia had to go on. If something was to rival his status as a godly figure, then it was to confront him itself.

Elsen:

Not only would they be terribly confused, the ones of the first two zones would be even more timid and shy when talking to you as well. Batter was tall and his physique was scary like that, you showed little emotion and the tone you spoke in was very direct.

The Elsen would be more apprehensive than usual, confronting you even less if they didn’t absolutely have to and try to steer clear, if possible. You could gain their trust a bit by saving them still, like what happens in the residential area, but it would take a lot longer for them to fully trust you.

As for the ones in zone 3, they’d be even more aggressive, seeing you as an even bigger threat than before. They don’t care about whether any of this in that situation was right or wrong, you are enemies, you were going to take their sugar. You were strong, so they had to be as well.

[flecks-of-stardust]

...Sorry I keep talking about the stuff, today seems to be an off day for me. I'm just thinking about it a lot. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for being understanding of my feelings and frustratrions and stuff, it was nice of you. Again, I feel a little bad for butting in just to complain. I meant it when I said I had issues, but it didn't feel right for me to push how I felt onto you, so I apologize for that. Hopefully for the last time today, goodbye and I wish you well.

oof, yeah i get that. fandom's supposed to be fun, so i really do hope you find fic and art that's more your taste. i hope you have a nice rest of your day too.

[stmulnts-a]

vamp tweek memes call ._.

lore is based mainly on vampire: the masquerade. born august 17, 1845 in albany, ny; embraced july 13, 1863 in manhattan, ny, during the draft riots. his sire is unknown; however, tweek does know that his embrace was a spurr of the moment act by his sire, though it was simultaneously meant to anger the vampire elite, also known as the camarilla. he's done plenty of traveling on his own over the years, but he's now, for the most part, settled in the small town of south park, colorado, in the basement apartment of a split home.

[boidmc]

I took emotional damage from my own writing that I forgot I wrote about until this morning like

Don't do this to me it's just a fic idea for an old alternate timeline blue ninja turtle god damn-

"Grief.

Not unfamiliar in all honesty. He's experienced more of that than he has liked to in his life. Hell, now he's even grieving himself. Though, not his actual death.

No, he grieved the child he used to be."

Ouchouchouchouchouch why do I do this to myself-

[theofreakingbell]

there is a special spot in metaphorical hell for people who promote their weight loss diet stuff in ed recovery tags