#Sprite gets home and is like something is...weird

[softquietsteadylove]

I think gil and thena from the Actors Au should get it together and fuck raw and nasty, to relieve some tension you know.

Thena skirted around Gil for the fridge. He eyed her but remained at the sink. She needed something cool to settle her nerves. She still felt overheated.

Their shoot had been...strenuous. It was a vanity shoot, somewhat...sensual in nature.

Gil was sitting in this jagged constructed throne, to represent his new golden age on the action scene. She was accompanying him, since they had so many projects together over the past few years, and she had also started doing more action and stunt work. And then, the shoot director had said, 'what if we get one with Thena on your lap?'.

And it was all downhill from there.

She and Gil were close friends--that was how she had always described it. No matter what rumours there were, or online buzz or speculation within the industry, they were friends. They were colleagues who had become indispensable parts of each other's lives since first meeting and working together.

And maybe it would be lying to say that she didn't have feelings for him, but that wasn't the kind of thing she needed out there on the record. It was exactly because she and Gil worked together so often and so closely that those feelings needed to remain platonic to the greater public's knowledge.

Gil was too important - too precious - to risk in any way. Not only was he her closest friend in a very public world of work, but he was also present in Sprite's life in a way she had never dared to dream of having before. It wasn't like she had pushed to have some random boyfriend get along with her sister, Sprite adored Gil. She idolized him, and he adored her likewise. If anything, Sprite seemed to respect Gil as a parent figure more than Thena really felt she ever got from her own sister (but whatever).

So, when they said get on Gil's lap, perhaps she had gotten a little flustered. And Gil, having sensed it in her, had become outspokenly protective over her, saying that wasn't the kind of shoot they had signed onto.

The director had attempted to amend the instruction, suggesting what if she just sat on the arm of the throne and Gil put his arm around her? Less blatantly suggestive, at least.

And she had, her dress flowing around her legs, garishly red heels glinting with the lights on them. Gil had slid his hand to the small of her back--a familiar motion for them.

It was fine, really. The buzz of a studio created a lot of filler noise. She didn't think Gil had been as acutely aware of her own breathing as she herself had been. And surely he had no way of knowing that putting her hand on his chest to balance herself had flustered her more than she wanted to admit.

Thena glanced at Gil sidelong. He was also looking at her, leaving them both to rush their eyes away as if they hadn't been caught in the act. This was getting ridiculous.

Gil cleared his throat, the most eager to clear the air. "A-Are you hungry?"

Her stomach felt like it was on the spin cycle like a washing machine. "Not particularly."

Gil looked at the sink again, tapping the edge of it idly. "Me neither."

The silence was suffocating, and only served to make them even more tense than they already were. Thena made her way around the end of the couch, Gil moved around the other end, an ocean's width away.

She took in a slow breath. She was behaving like a child, she told herself. It wouldn't do to make Gil uncomfortable, and her little crush on him wasn't his problem. "I'm sure they'll be received well."

"Yeah," he chuckled, although she had never heard a laugh of his sound so strained. She would never have believed he could act so poorly, given their profession. "Shoots like that are always popular, huh?"

"Hm." This was getting them nowhere. She uncurled her legs, letting the light material of her sundress fall away from her knees.

Gil watched it for just a second before snapping his eyes up to hers. "A little out of line for him to ask you to...do that."

Thena pursed her lips faintly. It wasn't like actors never did vanity shoots for promotion. Some actors still ended up in promotional relationships for the sake of publicity. The thought rattled her. "Wouldn't have been the first time."

"That doesn't make me feel better."

She bit her lip. He was so sweet, but had such a deeply protective side, always speaking up for her even if he could face consequences in his career for it. It didn't help her feelings for him at all.

"Wouldn't be the first time I sat on your lap, though."

Gil looked shocked by it.

She just wanted him to feel better about it, though. She did her best to not seem embarrassed at the memory, combing her fingers through her hair. "That spy flick with all the tension?--one of the setups for a cutaway was me straddling you on some chair, wasn't it?"

"Oh yeah," Gil muttered, eyeing her. "I can't remember if that made the final cut."

She couldn't bear to watch it. She never watched herself in her own works anyway, and the thought of watching her slobber all over Gil in any setting was faintly mortifying to her. "I wouldn't know."

Gil got up from his end of the couch, muttering something about a beer. "You want anything?"

She turned on the couch to look back at him. Her hair slipped off her shoulder. Gil was twisted in such a way that the lines in his arm were even more pronounced than normal. God, she needed to get her mind on something else. "I'm fine."

"Hey."

Thena let out a yelp--something between a gasp and a shriek. She slapped her hand over her mouth. It was a humiliating sound to let out when all Gil had done was lean over her shoulder. She gulped, hoping her ears weren't turning red.

"Sorry," he murmured, and she could almost swear he was purring it. "Didn't mean to startle you."

She waited for him to lean out of her space, but she could feel him hovering there, waiting for something from her. "It's okay."

"You okay?" he asked gently, and she swore that he knew what his low, sultry tone was doing to her. "You seem...tense."

What was this, a porno disguised as a tv drama? She gulped. "Perhaps."

"Yeah, I guess I am too."

Thena inhaled more deeply as Gil brushed her hair over her shoulder again. It wasn't the first time the had been borderline handsy with one another. She was comfortable with Gil touching her. But the way the tips of his fingers brushed over the bare skin of her neck made her shiver.

"You sure you're not thirsty?"

If he only knew. Thena licked her lips, holding her breath as she felt him lean even closer to her. "Parched, actually."

They knew each other well enough to understand they were never talking about water--they were never talking about drinking anything at all. Thena turned and Gil leaned over the back of the couch. Their hands went to each other's cheeks. He tilted her head up for him, tangling his fingers in her light waves of blonde. Thena dragged him closer like a desperate woman trying to take a gulp of air.

They both moaned into each other's mouths. Their tongues tangled, although they were torn between kissing and needing air. They went back and forth, making out like teenagers and coming up for breath every few seconds.

Thena moaned as Gil vaulted the couch and had her in his arms. Oh, these arms of his and the thoughts they had brought to her mind. She ached to be enfolded in them in a way she could never, ever describe to another living being.

Gil was firm, also hungry, but still gentle with her. He didn't throw himself on her, he positioned himself above her. He let his knee dig into the couch cushion while he let just her light sundress come between them.

Thena gasped, her breathing getting higher and thinner and faster. Gil's hand trailed from the edge of her dress up her legs.

"Tell me to stop."

"No."

That was all it took.

Thena dug her nails into his shoulder as his fingers trailed up her inner thigh so quickly she almost wondered if he'd always had this level of skill. Her panties were no match for him and she let out a similarly embarrassing noise as before when he swiped the pads of his fingers up through her lips.

"Thena," he moaned almost directly into her ear. He was cradling her under him so preciously, and yet he was also pumping two fingers into her already. "I've wanted this."

She bit her lip again. She had wanted this so badly, for so long. So long she could never tell him. "Hm."

"Come on," he coaxed - teased, actually - her into tell him more. "I know you liked that Maxim shoot I did."

Her breath hitched, and another part of her hitched, too (mortifying). Gil chuckled in her ear and she bit down on his in return. Gently, but enough for him to know she didn't appreciate the taunting. "That's-!"

Gil picked up pace, angling his knuckles in just the right way to have her truly writhing under him. "Fuck, you're tight. Close?"

Right on the edge. Thena drove her head backwards into the throw pillow half under her head and half falling over from their rush of movement. She gripped his shoulders tighter, just like how she had imagined getting her hands on them would feel. They were so thick, she didn't think she would break the skin no matter how hard she tried.

"Come one, sweetie," he breathed. She didn't think he would be so devillish amidst the act. "Just come."

"Gil," she panted. It sounded stringy and frantic to her ear. The last time she had come from another living being's touch was...too long ago to think about. She squeezed her eyes shut. "I...I...I...that's-!"

Gil held his fingers still, even angled her hips as she came, his hand up her dress like they were filming something unseen but heartfelt. He held her like a handful of something, like it was so easy for him to have her in the palm of his hand. "That's it."

Thena panted, facing up to the high, high ceilings of her home. She laid an arm over her eyes. Her clarity was already creeping up on her. They shouldn't have done this. All she'd had to do was exercise some self control and she wouldn't have let Gil make her come on her couch in broad daylight from a little fingering. "Gil-"

"That's it," he whispered to her. He moved her arm, to her initial horror, but only so he had room to kiss her. He was a good kisser. "Feel better?"

She pinched her lips closed tight. She wasn't a pet he was giving a treat to leave him alone. She opened her eyes to glare at him, but no matter how teasing he sounded, he looked just as riled up as she felt. His eyes were dark, he was breathing heavily.

The shape of him was clear even through the heavy denim of his jeans. The length of him too.

"Sorry," he grunted, knowing where she was looking. He sounded truly discomforted. "Honestly, I've been halfway there since that damn photoshoot."

Blood rushed through her veins, equal parts fluster and hunger. It was admittedly nice to know that she hadn't been alone in her feelings over that.

Gil leaned over her again, and he looked infuriatingly handsome at this angle. "Saying it was a bad idea for you to be on my lap was more for my sake--sorry."

Oh, it had done her a favour too, Thena knew deeply. But she gave him a smile, "they don't have to know."

"No one has to know," he whispered to her before leaning in for another kiss. This one was sweeter and gentler than their previous devouring of each other.

Thena tried to savour it, resolving that it was the last she could allow them to engage in behaviour like this.

But he was just so good at kissing her.

Gil groaned as their bodies fused together even more tightly. She didn't even know how he was wearing dark jeans in LA heat like this. "Fuck, Thena, I'm-"

She giggled faintly, and it was his ears to charmingly turn a vibrant red. "Sorry--your predicament, as it were."

Gil gave her a look but ruffled his own hair. "Either we gotta stop here, or - I dunno - I need-"

Thena gulped. She was supposed to tell him to stop. They were friends, and worked together, and that was too important to give into physical desire. But she could feel him against her belly, and her whole body was too hot, and she could smell his aftershave and maybe a little musk of sweat. "What do you need?"

"You."

Thena pulled him in again, her other hand doing its best to find his jeans button. Gil leaned away from her, caught between being close enough to keep kissing but getting his belt off and his pants undone.

She pouted as he was finally forced to lean all the way up to dispose of his clothes entirely. Her lower belly clenched at the sight of him. She pressed her legs together.

But returned to her, burying his nose in the side of her neck, pulling off the thin little straps of her dress from her shoulders. It buttoned in the front, but the buttons went all the way down.

"I'll buy you a new one."

Thena had no complaints as he pulled the dress apart, a few flimsy buttons no match for his strength. He threw the dress open like a book cover, and she gasped as her bare skin hit the air.

"Won't need these either."

He slid her panties down her leg and tossed them away like they were nothing. She almost lamented that she hadn't exactly prepared herself to be ravished after her work day. But her mind was immediately occupied as Gil rubbed his tip against her clit.

"Fuck, you're so wet."

Why he felt the need to expound such mortifying things was beyond her. She rolled her head to the side, refusing to face that truth head on. She squirmed as he dragged his fingers through the blonde hair there.

"You're cute," he pressed a kiss to her cheek as he pushed into her.

"Fuck!" The first one escaped her, and then it was just one, long moan as he pushed in right to the hilt. Feeling him inside of her was so foreign - so extraordinary - she couldn't think. Her chest burned, she gasped and moaned, her whole body trembled.

"Shit," Gil cursed as well, grinding them together at the base. "You feel so fucking good, sweetheart."

She rippled around him. Hearing him call her 'sweetheart' was like music to her ears. She moaned as he started moving already. "Gil!"

"Fuck," he grunted, his hips already moving for him. He leaned up from her, holding her hips with his head tipped back faintly. "You feel so fucking good, oh my god. Fuck, Thena, you're amazing."

She bit her lip. She couldn't remember ever having a physical partner be so vocal, or rather in such a positive way. She clenched around him again.

"Shit," he huffed and puffed. Gil was never this talkative normally, but the idea that the haze of pleasure was also getting to him assured her that at least some of her feelings were mutual. "I'm gonna come way too quick like this."

She bit her lip again. What a charming thing to admit. She sighed and drifted her hands over his chest. "Just come, then."

"No fuckin' way."

Thena blinked as he pulled out of her--completely without warning! "Wh-"

But Gil had other plans. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him and angling her hips upwards. His cock was looking painfully upright, a furious colour and glistening from their interrupted activities. "No way I'm coming in two seconds like an idiot when I've got a woman like you with me."

She didn't have time to ask what he meant. He pushed into her again, scraping all sides of her in this new position. She arched her back, lifting off the couch completely. "Gil!"

"That's it, beautiful, call my name all you want."

When did he get so sexy? Thena moaned even louder than before as he started thrusting harder and faster. His hand dragged down from her cheek, trailing between her rippling breasts until he could press his palm to her belly.

"Feel good?" he all but growled at her. But she didn't mind. Not when he was pounding his cock into her like a clock pendulum counting the seconds.

"So good," she whined, feeling her coil tighten. Her toes curled and her knees angled inwards towards Gil between them. He let her, his flanks more than strong enough to endure it. "Fuck, Gil, I-"

Gil's hand dragged down further, toying with her clit roughly, but not completely without technique. "Come for me, sweetheart. Just fuckin' come."

"I am, I'm coming, fuck," she panted. Her hands reached out for him, but he was well out of reach in their position.

"C'mere," he grunted as he tangled their fingers together. "I've got you."

"Gil!" Thena bellowed. She came hard, harder than she could remember coming recently. Nor did she ever consider sex as a need high on her list before. Yet another way in which Gil had destroyed her ability to apply reason and behave logically.

Fuck, he just felt so good inside of her.

"Thena!" he roared in return, offering reciprocation of her ecstasy. He shot into her with vigor, their hips crashing together. They were already a mess of limbs, her couch was a mess and their clothes were everywhere. What was a mere mixing of fluids?

Thena panted for breath, their linked fingers tightening and relaxing with each breath. Her whole body was relieved of the static tingling through it, unravelling completely.

"Holy fuck." Gil never cursed this freely, spoke so casually. It was charming, sexy with its own kind of charm. "That was fucking incredible."

Thena attempted to laugh, but she was too breathless. "Well said."

Their bodies were equally sheened with sweat, she could say with confidence as Gil leaned over her again. But he was still careful not to crush her, cradling her cheeks and kissing her rather romantically.

"Fuck," he cursed again, just to pull away and look at her in a way that made her more nervous than the sex. "You're incredible."

She looked away, unable to stare down the barrel of his open adoration. It felt girlish to get done devouring each other carnally and then blush from him making eyes at her. She just barely managed to trail her fingertips down the slope of his chest. "You're were quite remarkable yourself."

He chuckled, which rippled all the way through him and into her. He got right next to her ear again, "glad I could satisfy."

Oh, she was more than satisfied, she felt downright sedated. She squeezed his shoulder, though. "We can't be lying here naked when Sprite gets home."

"Right, right, the kid," he chuckled. If anything, her hormonally ecstatic brain was celebrating how Gil made it sound as if Sprite was just as much his as hers. He patted her backside, "c'mon."

Thena pulled her dress around herself as best she could. With the heat of the moment passed, she was just naked in the middle of the day. She looked around, hoping her underwear wasn't too much further away. She would have to vacuum up the buttons of her dress later. Or let the roomba find them.

Gil was the one find to her panties, unfortunately, handing them to her like it was nothing, on his way to finding his own clothes. "I'll throw this stuff in the wash if you wanna take the upstairs shower."

There was another shower in the downstairs bathroom. She had never imagined it had a real use - Sprite had her own bathroom and shower as well - until now.

He grinned at her as he tossed his shirt over his shoulder, "we should clean ourselves up, right?"

She gave him a stubborn pout. He knew good and goddamn well he was all over the insides of her thighs right now.

But Gil leaned over to kiss her again. She never considered herself much of a kisser, but Gil...they were slobbering all over each other again.

"Any regrets?" he asked her clearly and plainly. Sex really did send away all his shyness and trepidation.

She let him tip her chin up to him. "No."

He kissed her again, satisfied with the answer. She let him pull her hands to stand and then turn her around sharply. Her send off was another kiss to the back of her hair. "Go on, sweetie. I'll clean up down here and Sprite will never know."

She could only hope. If Sprite got even the slightest idea that she and Gil had...given into certain urges, there would be no going back. "Get the vacuum to-"

"Don't worry," Gil waved to her as she started up the staircase overlooking the living room. He looked sexy in just some boxerbriefs with his clothes on his elbow. "Go have a shower."

"Hm," she pursed her lips, although she couldn't really argue. She stank of him, and their illicit affair.

"Unless you want me to join you in there!"

[mochinomnoms]

hrng… trey birthday fic…

I’m not gonna lie, for awhile, I didn’t really like trey. i didn’t dislike him, mind you, but he was just kind of there. but all of a sudden, my brain was just thinkin about trey. like i’m just chillin at home, and i’m just thinking about trey. he’s just so…

and then you posted the birthday fic and godDAMN

Mochi, you are a genius. I am a buff trey truther. mans would have hella arm muscle and I will not accept any less. sorry i just keep thinking about trey now. he would have the biggest breeding kink its not even funny

anyhow, if you have more trey I would LOVE to read it especially if it’s about him being a pervert

i’m so normal i promise

as always, have a wonderful day ^^

-🦷

AAAAAA TY!!! I'm so glad that you're seeing the appeal for Trey he really is an underrated character!! I got that eldest daughter syndrome and Trey as a character feeds into that ngl.

I also had a crush on Peeta from The Hunger Games when I was a kid and I was remembering a bit where it was pointed out that as a baker, Peeta was actually hella strong (he could toss 100 lbs flour bags over his shoulder), so it would only make sense to me that Trey would be similar.

I image he would have a bit more of a sleeper build, so it's not obvious how strong he is until he's actually doing something physical (like fucking me—). None of the sprites do him justice in that regard, but this very specific panel from the manga does do things to me:

aaaaaaaaa big strong arms to hold you in~

Trey is also kinda silly in the fact that he canonically is really bad at flirting, or at the every least being suave/romantic. Poor ghost bride, getting her eyes compared to grapes...

He did say that it was cause he was put on the spot, which is partially true. I like to think that he's the type to just say something flirty or romantic without meaning to.

Think of an old married couple where one of them will casually drop a compliment like it's the most natural thing in the world. That's how Trey is, and he doesn't even realize it! It's very sweet, and it's very easy to fall for of course!

I, of course, have other thots as well tehehe~

He absolutely has the biggest breeding kink (no this isn't just copy and pasting my own kinks into my favs, wat you talking about?). He grew up with a happy family, and had a bit of a taste of what parenthood is like while taking care of his siblings.

He wants to replicate that for his own family, no doubt, but it's not exactly those reasons that he's so into breeding you. No, it's the, forgive him for the silly comparison, look of your hole absolutely stuffed like a éclair (which I've seen several people on here ask of him YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE).

The sight of you swollen, twitchy, and full hole is sooooosososososoooooo yummy, and he has the excuse that he has to make sure his seed will take to keep filling you! It's not until after when your belly is swelling with a baby that his pregnancy kink kicks in...but perhaps that's another discussion for another time.

My last thoughts for just this moment are that Trey maaaay have a slight bit of an oral fixation. He likes seeing your mouth on his dick, he likes to open your lips with his cum still resting on your tongue and running his fingers over your teeth, and he reeaaally likes to have you bite down on his neck and admire the teeth marks. Not enough to bleed, mind you, but enough that he could take a picture and then compare the marks to your actual teeth later on in fascination. It's only a little weird, indulge him won't you?

[hainuwelle]

Face.ogg and FACE event

In the Spamton Sweepstakes, clicking the chair on the deltarune.com/chair webpage leads to a small chance of being jumpscared by a pair of square yellow and pink eyes. This stare is accompanied by a brief high-pitched laughter which filename is "face.ogg".

Something similar happens in the the Spamton Sweepstake 2 : In the rarecats game, clicking on a green cat for the 101st time brings a jumpscare of a floating grin with yellow and magenta eyes, like the IMAGE_FRIEND seen in Spamton’s basement. The sprite for FRIEND’s face is called cat-009.gif, suggesting this creature is also a cat. The laughter track is the same as in the chair jumpscare and is called "face.mp3".

Interestingly, this isn’t the first time the word « face » appears in a weird context. The Valentines letter orders us to put on our face, and a rhyming Deltarune error handler orders someone to tear off the mask beneath their face.

But the face.ogg jumpscare could also be a reference to a Yume Nikki event called FACE.

⚠️SEIZURE WARNING, FLASHING IMAGERY AT 0:40:

When Madotsuki starts dreaming, there’s a chance that one of the smiling zipper tiles in Numbers World will be frowning. If she stabs it, she creates a passage that leads to a long corridor where she passes by a tall smiling worm-like creature. When she opens the door at the top of the staircase, everything becomes black, a distorted rushing sound plays, and a psychedelic animation ressembling a face or a mask fades in, flashing rapidly. The player cannot get rid of that animation until 10 seconds have passed, and then Madotsuki is back near her bed, as if waking up from a nightmare. 

This animation is one of the scariest/shocking events in Yume Nikki, asides from Uboa. The FACE visual has been said to look like some of Louis Wain's psychedelic drawings of cats.

This wouldn't be the first Yume Nikki Number World reference in the Spamton Sweepstakes. Tumblr user Huecycles noticed that the scream in the Spamton Value Network video is a lower-pitched version of the stabbing noise you hear when Madotsuki uses her knife, which is used to access the corridor that leads to the FACE event door. 

On the deltarune.com/secret page, clicking the plush, the pipis, the gumball machines and the wiki screencap brings us back to the cupboards page. This is not the case with the chair page. After the square eyes jumpscare, the webpage returns to the Spamton Sweepstakes home page, back to the beginning of the ARG. The same thing happens with the cat-009.gif encounter from the rarecats game. This echoes how, after putting "GASTER" as our vessel's name, the game returns to the beginning, to the legend of Deltarune sequence. But it could also be another call back to Yume Nikki, where after her encounter with the flashing mask, Madotsuki is suddenly back in her room as if she had woken up from a nightmare.

If the FACE event reference is intentional, seeing it how it is theorized to have implications of trauma, this paints FRIEND as a rather ominous figure...

[darknesscreepin]

choi jiho | c.jh

pairing: dom!reader x sub!jiho

warnings: reader kinda mean, perv!jiho tease, spitting, handjob, exhibitionismish, jiho cries.

summary: choi jiho is a lying loser who can’t seem to stfu so you take matters into you own hands.

you aren’t the type to be overly excited about parties. it’s not like you hated them, but you never benefited from them. the thought of regretful one night stands and hangovers was enough to make you decline your friend’s invite to a party.

“c’mon y/n! it’ll be so funny with you there. seriously, you never come out with us.” kamden, your friend of two years was shamelessly pleading you. you looked past him and saw your other friends silently begging you to go out with them.

after a moment in thought, you finally agreed. it has been a while since you went out and got fucked up—you were nervous for what the night might bring, but excited.

you were at kamden’s house getting ready for the evening. he lived with another mutual friend of yours, brian. the plan was, the three of you ride together, and the rest of your friends meet you there. unfortunately the other half of your group, would be behind schedule, leaving you to venture the party alone. you already knew how things would roll out— kamden would immediately find his way to a beer keg, inevitably brian would follow him and record videos while laughing hysterically.

part of you was wishing you had stayed home, but deep down you acknowledged you needed to get out more. sure, you were kinda nervous. you weren’t used to wandering around a house with dozens of strangers bumping into you. you were usually accompanied by four other people who made the night easier.

you finally accepted the fact that you couldn’t just stand in a corner until your friends arrived. you pushed yourself off a wall and began walking to the kitchen to get a drink. you felt the absence of your friends and decided to get drunk with them, so you poured yourself a non-alcoholic drink. after filling a styrofoam cup with sprite, you spotted a familiar figure in the crowd of bodies.

it looked like choi jiho—he was also a friend of kamden and brian’s. the two of you weren’t exactly civil with each other, so you didn’t consider him a friend. he was especially stuck up, in your opinion, and you were ‘an annoying bitch,’ according to him.

it was weird though—how mean jiho was to you. sure, you hated him, but you tried to avoid him at all costs. jiho on the other hand, went out of his way to bother you. with that thought in mind, you hurriedly began walking in the opposite direction of jiho, but then you heard a voice call out to you.

“y/n!” you stopped and cringed at the familiar voice. “y/n is that you? hey!” you resumed making your way through the crowd until you felt a grip on your wrist.

you looked back and sighed, seeing it was jiho. what could he possibly want?

“you didn’t hear me calling you?” he says, followed by a chuckle.

“no i didn’t hear you, do you need something?” you asked. you figured it’d be best to interact with him once, and to get it over with as fast as possible.

“what do you mean, girl? we’re friends.” girl. friends. the words made you roll your eyes and you went to walk away but, jiho stopped you again.

“let’s go people watch. you’re super judgy so you’ll be great at this.” he said while pulling you away to some random corner. he wasn’t being as crude as he usually was, but he still seemed so passive. jiho lead the two of you to a corner, where you both leaned against a wall. you had a perfect view of everyone who was entering and exiting through the front door, so you made sure to keep a lookout for your friends.

you stood quietly, occasionally sipping on your drink. jiho was currently pointing people out and guessing their life story. you drowned out majority of his words until he spoke in a disgusted tone.

“oh, who the fuck is that dude?” his arm was completely outstretched, index finger clearly on a target. you followed his arm with your eyes and a gasp came out of your mouth.

your eyes landed on a man with dark brown hair, and a sculpted face. your eyes lingered on him—he was beautiful. it took you a moment but you finally noticed your friends were walking in front if him. no, they were walking with him? and towards you and jiho. you had a confused look on your and your face, and you turned your head to look at jiho.

“why the hell is he coming over here?” he was obviously just as confused, but why was he mad?

your friends had finally reached you and you all took turns hugging each other. the guy was just standing behind your friends, watching with a smile on his face. one of your friends noticed you staring and quickly got to talking

“oh my god, sorry for not introducing you guys! y/n this is evan. he’s one of my friends from high school and he came back to town, so y’know, i’m being hospitable.” your friend said, laughing like she just said the funniest thing ever.

you stepped towards evan, outreaching your hand to shake his. you looked up at him, and he smiled.

“nice to meet you y/n. your friends told me how funny you are.” you awkwardly smiled and your eyes shifted towards your friends. they fucking set you up.

“oh did they huh? i can be quite the clown when i wanna be.” you said and forced out a fake laugh. your friends took that as their cue to leave.

“well, we’re gonna go find kammy and brian, you two have fun!” you stood still. there was a smiling evan, standing in front of you— and an arrogant jiho standing behind you. who would you rather be with right now? you didn’t even have to think before grabbing evan’s hand and pulling him to another part of the house. jiho threw his hands up in disbelief and had a “wtf how could you do that to me” look on his face. you just laughed, you didn’t owe him anything. especially not your company.

you and evan finally found your way to the patio outside. the two of you had been talking for about half an hour—learning that you had a lot in common so there a lot to talk about. you couldn’t stop smiling while speaking to him, and you secretly thanked your friends. after a few more minutes you stood up.

“hey, i’m gonna find a bathroom. are you still gonna be here?” you asked, your thumb pointing towards the house. evan smiled at you again.

“of course, where will i go?” you nodded your head and started towards the glass, sliding doors that lead to the patio. on your way in, you spotted jiho walking out. it wasn’t like he was doing anything wrong, so you just continued to the bathroom.

as you washed your hands, you laughed. recalling a joke evan just made a few minutes ago. you were excited to get back to him so you rushed your process a bit and dried your hands on your shirt.

on your way back out, you saw jiho again. this time he was sitting in the living room and he had a huge smile on his face. you were confused, and something about him doing that made you angry. you slid the glass door open and saw evan pacing with a frown on his face. your smile dropped and you walked towards him with more urgency. maybe something happened and he had to leave. you finally stopped in front of him and spoke.

“hey, is everything okay?” he looked up at you and gave you a half smile.

“i’m sorry y/n, i didn’t know there was anything going on between you and that jiho guy.” your face scrunched up immediately at what you were hearing.

“wait what-?” your head was shaking vigorously, heart pounding.

“yeah, he just told me about you guys. i wish you would have told me, but i enjoyed talking to you.” he gave you one last smile before walking off. you stood there dumbfounded, trying to piece together what just happened—then you remembered. you remembered seeing jiho walking to the patio when you went to the bathroom.

with your hands balled in fists, you went inside and looked for jiho. you found him getting another drink and stopped.

“let’s go.” you were fuming and you were itching to hurt jiho. he looked at you and laughed.

“let’s go? i’m not gonna fucking follow-“ you grabbed him by his hair mid sentence and started walking towards the bathroom. his hands were holding his head, and he winced in pain.

you twisted the doorknob to the bathroom and pushed jiho in before you. you entered the room and immediately after locking the door, you slapped him.

“what the fuck did you say to him jiho? seriously, why the fuck are you such a loser?” you pushed his chest and he was up against the sink.

“what are you talking about i have no idea-!” you slapped him again, harder than the first. it fell silent and you took time to breathe, try to reassess the situation. your hands were on your hips as you faced away from jiho, eyes locked on the ground.

you took a final deep breath and turned towards jiho again, eyes still on the floor. your eyes slowly panned over jiho from his feet until you met his eyes. you blinked rapidly, in disbelief before your eyes made way back to his crotch.

“are you fucking hard right now!” you looked at jiho and he had a smug expression on his face.

“what the fuck could possibly be causing you to have an erection right now jiho?” you weren’t done yet, and his demeanor made you more upset so you hit him a third time.

your palm made contact with his cheek and you swore you heard a…whine? he’s getting turned on from me hitting him? fucking loser. the realization made you smile and you looked at jiho. if he was gonna fuck up your night, you might as well have some fun.

his eyes were wide and he looked slightly embarrassed. you walked to him and grabbed him by his chin.

“you’re so pathetic jiho, seriously. you get off to girls being mean to you?” your head was tilted to the side and you had a fake pout on your lips. “bet you jerk this cock to the thought of a girl screaming at you huh?” your unoccupied hand grabbed his dick through his pants and he gasped. his eyes went wide again and his cock twitched in your hand.

“so what the fuck did you say to him?” you asked, anger still evident in your voice.

“what did i say to who?” this time he didn’t seem to be acting. he genuinely already appeared dumb and fucked out by just a few slaps and groping his cock. you shook your head, jaw dropped at how easy he was.

“what’d you say to evan, dumb boy? what made him believe you and i were a fucking thing?” he shuddered at the name you called him and he looked you in your eyes.

“i told him how much we fucked and stuff. told him you spent a few weeks at my family’s beach house over the summer.” your mouth opened and you brought the hand that was gripping his chin, to his hair. you pulled his head back and felt yourself getting hot.

“i would never fuck you jiho. you know why? cause you’re a fucking perv that doesn’t know how to talk to women!” you heard another vulnerable noise come from jiho and you paused. never in a thousand years, did you think seeing choi jiho in such a compromising manner would turn you on. the way he answered you truthfully, the noises, his expression—it all made you want him.

“take off your pants right now.” you demanded. for a moment he snapped out of his daze and looked at you as if you admitted to a mass murder.

“now. or i’ll leave this room.” after hearing that threat, he quickly moved to take his pants off. you nodded at him and tapped his chest.

“take this off too.” you said, referring to his shirt. he lifted the article above his head and it fell to the ground. he had everything off excluding his underwear and you took a step back, looking at him. his waist was defined and you caught yourself staring. he sheepishly moved his body, as if to hide from you and you smiled.

you put your hand on one side of his waist and whispered in his ear.

“i didn’t know you were so pretty choi. if only you could just keep that mouth shut, i would’ve given you a chance a long time ago.” your tongue flicked against his ear and he let out a small breath.

“lying about fucking me. so stupid, you could have asked. who knows i probably would’ve said yes.” your hand inched under the waistband of his underwear and rested on his dick.

“i woulda milked this cock if you were nicer, hmm.” you slowly started moving your hand up and down his length. “but you’re so mean, so annoying to me.” jiho’s mouth was open and he looked you in you eyes, taking in everything you were saying. you could feel precum leaking onto your hand.

“i just like you.” his voice was small and airy. his eyes were locked in on yours and he looked desperate.

“you like me, so every time i’m in your presence you make me want to hurt you? you don’t know how to talk to a fucking girl?” you asked, quickening your pace. his breathing also picked up and he put a hand on your shoulder to support himself.

“i mean look at you—you have me in a bathroom trying to get you to cum. i was just hitting you and you were being so slutty for me.” jiho threw his head back at your words and you pulled his cock out from the fabric restricting it. you put both of your hands on his length and started slowly pumping again.

“look at you, dumb boy. so much to say any other time, but you’re just trying to focus on getting your dick drained.” you shook your head and jutted out your bottom lip.

jiho just whined. his whines were high and strained, like he using his last breath to get them out—it was so hot, watching him react. the way he squirmed, the way he’d grip the side of the sink, and place his hands onto yours. he was so out of it.

“i think i’m gonna cum.” his voice was small, filled with air. you looked at him and saw his eyes were now filled with tears, his expression was pleading. you didn’t want the fun to be over just yet, so you denied him of his orgasm.

“oh you better not cum. wanna see you cry, jiho. bet you look so pretty when you cry, yeah?” your tone was so mocking, it made jiho almost embarrassed. you continued stroking him faster, while bringing your other hand to his tip. your thumb grazed back and forth, over his slit in a constant motion.

jiho’s mouth fell open, you could see drool pooling from the corner of his pretty lips. you felt his hips bucking into your fist so you decided to stop moving your hands. he looked down at you and shook his head. his eyes gathered more tears while he began to protest.

“why’d you stop? i was so close. please.” he was so needy—but not enough. you wanted him to break him. so every time you saw him in public, he’d remember how you made him cry and beg for you.

“no no, not yet. open your mouth really fast.” you didn’t expect him to actually do what you said, but a smile stretched across your face when you saw his tongue hanging out of his mouth. you pressed a kiss to the very corner of his mouth and began to gather saliva in your mouth. you placed both hands on his face and brought it close to yours. with your thumb on his bottom lip, you let a string of spit slowly make it’s way into his mouth. a moan escaped his throat as soon as the saliva touched his tongue. the way he looked at you now was so much different to the way he did before. all your other encounters with jiho, he always glared at you, eyes low, eyebrows furrowed, and lips upturned.

now, he looked at you in awe. his pupils were dilated, sweat was beading on his forehead, and it seemed like he’d do anything you asked. you decided to test that theory and make him do a few things.

“if you really wanna cum, i think you’d just touch yourself for me.” his face immediately fell to a frown.

“no y/n please, i need you to touch me, please.” hearing your name come out of his mouth, so vulnerably made you indescribably horny. you still stood your ground.

“but i wanna see how jiho touches himself. need to see how you make yourself feel good. so dumb, do you even know how to use that cock?” you saw his eyes light up and his dick twitched in his lap.

“i love the way you talk to me.” his hands gripped his leaking dick and he began to stroke, long and slow. a few hisses could be heard coming from him. his dick was turning a light shade of red, and he was getting overstimulated from the sensations. still he didn’t stop. his movements gradually sped up and he became sloppier. he was alternating between hands, his moans were getting louder, but thankfully drowned out by the music.

“please. please y/n, can i cum for you?” his eyes were fluttering, and the tears finally broke free. he let out a high pitched whine and licked his lips. “please touch me. want to cum for you, please.”

watching the continuous flow of tears stream down his face, satisfied you. you stepped towards jiho and replaced his hand with yours. one of his arms was thrown around your shoulder as he supported himself against you. your grip on his dick was so deliciously tight, he welcomed the feeling. his breathing was getting heavier and you could tell he was getting close. you quickened your pace and used the palm of your other hand to massage his red, mushroom head. his lip jutted out and his eyes were so glossy.

“y/n please. i’m gonna cum.” you knew he couldn’t hold on any longer so you allowed him to cum. whispering degrading things in his ear.

“oh look at that, you stupid puppy. getting your nasty cum all over my hand.” his body shook against yours and he wrapped both hands around your neck as you continued to slowly pump him. whimpers left his mouth and he continued to squirt his cum onto your hand and on the bathroom floor. you kissed his neck, and wet cheeks as he was coming down from his high. he wasn’t getting aftercare so you figured that was the least you could do.

jiho slowly removed himself from you and you could tell he was embarrassed. you laughed, watching him put his clothes on while you washed your hands.

“uh…if you’d be down to ever do that again, we so could. like i mean if you want to, cause it’s up to you, y’know.” jiho said shyly. his tone was soft and his hair was still damp on his forehead. a smile came across your face as you thought for a second. you definitely wouldn’t mind seeing jiho like that again, but why let him know that?

“we’ll see, cutie. also clean your cum off the floor.” you said pointing to the puddle he left. you opened the door to the bathroom and quickly ran out, getting as far away from it as possible. it’s not like this is one of the regretful one night stands—if you could call it that, but you were super giddy. i mean you just made choi jiho cry for you.

you found your friends after a few minutes of wandering. you guys spent the rest of the night getting fucked up and you totally didn’t do anything you regretted.

the next morning you woke up and checked your phone. you had a instagram dm request from an account.

choicestickji : can i take you out sometime?

what the fuck did you get into?

a/n: this is so not how i imagine jiho being towards someone he likes but i loved this scenario sm. also i had to make evan as vague as possible cause this isn’t about him😝ummm originally i wanted this to be a oneshot but i might make another part hmmm💭

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is komaeda as self deprecating in japanese as he is in english? in his introduction he’s moreso humbly denying hope’s peaks offer than saying he wasn’t worthy. so i was wondering if komaeda comes off as incredibly humble more than self deprecating. or if the translators just really went ham on the self deprecation and got rid of any nuances

Hi! Thank you for the ask and I'm sorry it took so long for me to get to it! I had actually written a reply a few days ago, but Tumblr deleted it...😭 I was too mad to re write it then and there lol. But also, I think I could have been more clear (I wrote it while still recovering from being sick), so I'll try my best this time.

Firstly, if I'm understanding right, you're wondering if Komaeda is NOT self-deprecating, but instead just humble. There's a short answer and a long answer. The short answer is no, he does just blatantly put himself down in the text. The long answer is it may not be as bad as it is at certain parts. So now, I'll explain.

Firstly, let's re-visit the prologue. I've spoken about this specific line more than once.

KOMAEDA: Um, honestly, at first...I was humbled, but I refused. But, well, they wouldn't stop insisting on it…

In this scene, yes, Komaeda isn't putting himself down...necessarily. So, the word in question being used here is 恐れ多い. This word seems to give translators trouble. Back before there was an official SDR2 translation, there was a fan-translated version on the SomethingAwful forums by user orenronen.

Generally, I consider orenronen's translation to be more faithful at times. But NISA actually was closer in this case.

恐れ多い literally translates to "extremely scared", but it's really not used in that way. Think of it like any phrase or idiom...."You can't have your cake and eat it too" isn't meant to be literal. It's just a way to say "you can't have both things at the same time".

恐れ多い is a common phrase in Japanese when declining a big offer. For example, your boss gave you the chance for a big promotion, but you declined. You would use 恐れ多い. It can be used to indicate you feel you aren't good enough for the position - this is not a weird thing to say, as being humble is a core part of Japanese culture.

However, at it's core, 恐れ多い just means "I'm very sorry, but no, thanks".

Back to that example. Your boss gives you a chance for big promotion. You would take it, but your boss needs you to move cities for it. You don't want to move. So, you say, "Oh...Thank you so much, but I must humbly decline."

In the past, I explained this phrase kind of poorly and made it sound like it's only used to say you feel you don't deserve the position...what I meant to say was that the word gives the feeling of you not feeling good enough to accept, but that doesn't mean you actually don't feel good enough. Does that make sense? It's like saying "Sorry" as a courtesy when you do something wrong, but maybe you don't actually feel sorry.

In short, this line is ambiguous. The text literally says, 恐れ多いって断ったんだよ, which means (literally) "I refused by saying "No, thanks (humbly)"." Komaeda tells us what he told HPA verbatim, but he doesn't elaborate on why he said that. Did he decline because he did feel undeserving? Maybe he actually was scared to accept, maybe because of his luck? Or did he simply have no interest, and declined without much thought? - It's left to the player to speculate on his reasons.

This is a big part of Komaeda's character, I think. As discussed, he speaks very softly - sounding unsure, or making his statements sound less forceful. The SDR2 artbook itself states that they went back and redid all of his sprite work to make his emotions appear more ambiguous. It's very apparent that not knowing what Komaeda is truly thinking or feeling is a big part of his character. Hinata himself laments about this in many FTEs with him.

I think the writers simply took advantage of the humble culture in Japanese to drive this home. Is he simply humble, or does he really mean what he says?

Now...don't get me wrong: Komaeda does go beyond being humble. He does outright insult himself in a way that is unmistakably not humble.

Take the chapter 1 Trial:

KOMAEDA: ボクは決定的に最低で最悪で愚かで劣悪で、何をやってもダメな人間なんだ。 KOMAEDA: I am, without a doubt, an awful, horrible, ignorant*, inferior, worthless person, and that will never change no matter what I do.

*Komaeda isn't calling himself stupid necessarily. I don't really know how to put it, but it's like...you do stupid things, but you yourself may or may not be intelligent. It's kind of like no matter how smart you get, you will always make dumb mistakes. I hope that makes sense.

This is not being humble. This is very self-deprecating stuff and things nobody would (or should) say about themselves in any sort of casual setting. This is a very shocking turning point because, up until now, Komaeda was just humble. Putting himself down lightly, saying his talent "isn't much" and that he's not as important as the Ultimates sound reasonable, sounds humble. This isn't reasonable or humble, and he says it with very strong assertion, indicated by なんだ and the end.

Also, he never says he's "made peace" with it (which I take to mean he's okay with it?) but that may have been this NISA translators' answer to the なんだ at the end, as it makes Komaeda sound like he's stating a fact. I don't agree simply because I feel like his feelings should be left ambiguous as said earlier...but I understand the mindset.

By the way, before that...the team totally mistranslated a line that had me tilting my head for five minutes trying to figure out how the two connected.

KOMAEDA: 夢や希望を持つのもおこがましいほど・・・努力をするのもずうずうしいほど・・・

I couldn't quite figure out why the NISA translation felt so off to me but the Japanese didn't, and it took me a bit of thought but I figured it out. It's because NISA got the topic of the conversation wrong.

See...Komaeda never says "I'm" in this sentence. It's normal not to say "I'm" in Japanese, though. Topics can be inferred. But then, the next line, where he talks about how he's awful, horrible, etc., he does start with "I am" (ボクは) indicating a change in topic. Meaning the topic of the sentence before it is not about him but about the subject of having dreams and hopes/trying hard.

That might sound confusing, but let me write what this line should look like:

KOMAEDA: It'd be pretentious of me to have hopes and dreams...it'd be audacious of me to try and work hard...

Basically, Komaeda is saying having hopes and dreams is too good for someone like him, and that him working hard to strive for something would be an insult to others.

This definitely makes sense for the next line, where he then says this will never change no matter what he does.

The official English gets it backwards, and now it sounds like he's too...good for these things? To me, at least.

To be fair, because of how it's written, it's easy to make that mistake. But I feel like they should have realized it makes no sense translated that way. Hm...

Anyways, as you can see, Komaeda does say things that are not merely being humble. He truly does have awful opinions of himself, or at least states them in a very pointed, factual manner.

You can argue that his humbleness is an extension of his self-deprecation...or maybe he's just both at the same time. Up to the audience to think.

Lastly, Komaeda often times says ボクなんか or ボクなんて (boku-nanka and boku-nante), which translates literally as "someone like me". It puts yourself down, like, "Someone like me can't be in such a cool club..." or something. This can be humble as much as it can be self-deprecating. It depends on the context of its usage, which I think does hit home with that ambiguous vibe.

I think that's it...I really hope this answered your question! Thank you for the patience!

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tbh I think that the way Ashley Graves is so mischaracterized by the fandom says a lot about how people view grooming (or any type of manipulation) survivors (and autistic people). Let me explain:

Obviously, huge spoilers for Chapters 1 and 2 of The Coffin of Andy and Leyley. This is just a psychoanalysis of Ashley, however to do so involves a LOT of lore.

To start off, I'm just gonna put a trigger warning right here for LOTS of talk about psychological manipulation, as well as neglect and ableism. If you feel uncomfortable reading about these subjects you are more than welcome to click off. Please stay safe.

What made me decide to do this rant:

A few months ago, I got a text from someone who was upset about me having Ashley as my PFP. I was initially like "okay, they don't like TCOAAL, so what", and then immediately after I got a text from them responding to an Instagram story I had basically saying that Ashley was "so me fr fr".

"Let me guess, you also kin Valentino"

Valentino, from Hazbin Hotel, as in the blatant physically + verbally + sexually abusive piece of shit who is in no way redeemable.

I had brushed this off as "maybe they just don't like Ashley", until they listed why.

...all of the reasons they gave fell under the main categories of "she's clingy, she's flirtatious with Andrew, and her sprites are made for the male gaze."

The male gaze thing was because she didn't appear to be wearing a bra. Which like... sexualizing much? For fuck's sake, she's locked in an apartment about to die, do you think wearing a bra would be a priority?

Secondly, her behaviour.

Admittedly, she's not a great person. But that's because she never learnt how to be.

In-game there is so so so SO much emphasis on how she acts childish, and how literally no one gives two shits about her. It doesn't take a professional psychologist to figure out that she never was able to develop properly. That's why she's so clingy, because Andrew is the one person who at least pretends to care about her. And then there's her flirtatiousness.

It's revealed in several flashbacks that the only way she could ever get Andrew's attention is to do something fucked up, as seen by her as a child killing Nina. Andrew then gives her attention for this, which establishes the connection that homicide -> attention, and attention = care and love and affection.

Due to the fact that she never had any friends, she never was able to have any type of love (whether that be platonic, romantic, etc.) reciprocated. Except for Andrew.

Andrew, throughout the game, proceeds to subtly encourage Ashley's flirtatiousness. She has no reference of this type of stuff not being okay, and thus her social isolation made her the perfect target.

Social isolation, gaslighting, coercion, threatening to hurt the person if they don't do the desired behaviour. You know what those are?

Textbook signs of manipulation.

I realized that people hate Ashley so much because since she's not aware of her situation being bad, she's unable to come to that realization. She's not perfect, let alone a 'good victim'. She only sexualizes herself because that's how she learned she can get affection and care.

So... where does the whole "Ashley is autistic" theory come from, then?

As stated by Renee Graves, Ashley was "a lot of work" as compared to Andrew (guess what, kids take work). Now, this alone wouldn't be any indicator. However...

It's shown that she was unable to make friends because she was "weird" and clearly didn't have an understanding of social cues and rules (which honestly hit close to home for me). It's also shown that she problem-solves differently (or at least differently than Andrew, who is seen as the "logical sane one") and also seems to be more of a hands-on learner (I forget if there's any actual proof of this, however upon analysis she is an ESFP, and ESFPs tend to be more hands-on (yes I'm aware that MBTI types are the psychology equivalent of horoscopes, but there is some truth to them)).

Not to mention how she's shown to have extreme emotions, and tends to have meltdowns (I apologize if this isn't the right word, I'm not sure what the term would be). The extreme emotions part can be part of how blatantly of a pwBPD she is, but BPD also tends to have a higher frequency of showing up in autistic people, especially autistic women.

In conclusion, people hate Ashley Graves because of how well-integrated ableism is in society, as well as the concept of a 'perfect victim'.

**Revision (30/12/2024): While I don't think Andrew is a full-on groomer, I do think that he was manipulative towards Ashley. I changed the wording to be more clear of that. Sorry for the confusion, everyone!

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Aussie remedy - Restaurant Manager! Daniel Ricciardo x reader

cw: descriptions of having a cold/being sick and going to work, tasty power imbalance, oral (m receiving), temp play (ice), slight degradation and mean!daniel, coercion if you squint, horny trumps professionalism, spoiler tag that rhymes with ****** ******

Daniel pocketed his uniform pants for his lighter and came up empty-handed. He let out a groan when he couldn't find the precious object. That meant he had to go back to the crew changing room and find it in his jacket. This whole exercise ate a minute from his precious 5. Maybe smoking cigarettes was a disgusting habit he should quit. But managing so many hotheaded people every day was getting a little bit too much for the 35 year old. And even though lately, he's been using some unorthodox methods of stress relief, good old nicotine was still a need.

He didn't expect to be stalled again, but he heard the others through the open back door. They were talking about you. Hearing them speak your name did something to him. Because it had practically become his, with the amount of times he'd whisper it, moan it, grunt it. But to see it followed by "isn't she so incompetent today" and "she looks fucking spaced out". Apparently someone even overheard you saying that you were feeling sick after the holidays. Daniel wonders why you would even show up. He has to hide in the trash room to avoid the gossiping smokers. Having to speed through his cigarette, his fingers still reek of nicotine as he holds his clipboard. He looks at it. At you. You've been at your shift for a couple of hours already, while he's only been around you for 15 minutes. You seemed fine. But as he looks at you from across the shitty fast food restaurant, he notices that you are slower. You're forgetting sauces or mispacking orders, forcing customers to have to circle the drive-through. The response time is in the dumps and you're fucking coughing. He can see you sneeze trying to blame it on dust. He is fucking livid. It all tips over when he sees you slink off to the drink station and drop a tablet into a sprite filled crew cup.

What the fuck were you doing? Were you serious going to take meds with a fucking soda on the job? That was it. He moves past you and asks you to come and check something about your mandatory lunch break times. You agree immediately, nodding. But that's not enough for Daniel.

"Can I get a verbal confirmation?" He says, testing you, teasing you, using his bedroom voice.

"Yes." You say finally, but your voice is rough and scratchy. He can hear you're sick. He gets even more pissed. Especially when you take your FDA disapproved drink and follow him. He locks the door behind you, and you're already scrambling to undress on the couch that's cramped in the corner.

"That's not why I called you in, Jesus. Are you ill? No, let me be clearer. Are you showing up sick to work, creating a health hazard for not only your colleagues but also the customers?" Daniel says, full manager mode. He half-listens to your spiel about how you already had time off for both Christmas Eve and the day after. Not that he didn't know, you two spent the holidays in "couples" mode, going on cute little winter dates, sharing hot cocoa and the like. But for the actual end of the night, he left you to "party" with your friends like it was traditional for you. What you failed to mention is that you cramped too many girls into your single small room. And as the host, with only one bed, you took the floor. Danny had an opening shift on the 25th, so presents and the rest were left for New Years. Which you only managed to get off thanks to a shift swap. Daniel remembered signing off on that, happily allocating you to a time slot close to his. That's why it's weird for him to tell you.

"Go home."

"No." You reply.

"I'm sorry, no?" He wonders. Since when did you wear the white button-down in the relationship?

"I work closing. Judging by the fact that Carlos came in before you, I'm guessing you do too. I wanna help you out. It's just a stuffy nose." You say, reaching out for your apron pocket. You mock press the nasal spray lightly.

"Put it on, then. Let's see it fix you." He says, eyes dark.

You roll your eyes slightly. You've never seen Danny pissed off at you. Yeah, he'd been a little mean when you'd mess up a few ice creams in a row or stall a customer. But that was just a front to dispel any "special treatment" rumors. Still, you take a funky position on the couch, tipping your head off it. Gotta tilt the spray in properly. You sniff and cough a little, opting to breathe from your mouth. Daniel just watches you, and feels complicated. He's sorry for you, and that you're suffering. He's pissed that you put yourself in that situation in the first place. His doll, too fucking nice to tell other people that they can take the floor since the gathering is in your fucking house. Livid that you hid this from him and that you're still not understanding that it's a big deal. Oh, he could teach you. Watching you like this reminds him of an article he thumbed through once in men's health or something. An upside down blowjob was supposed to feel very intense. That was one way to ensure you're breathing through your nose.

"You ever seen the old Spiderman movies, darling?" He asks as he bends down to kiss you. It takes getting used to. It's a bit clumsy, but you're on him, hot and needy. He remembers the last time he had a partner before you and how they were like a cat in heat when they were sick. Danny keeps kissing you, and smirks at your needy, yet nasal whine. Your breathing sounds a bit clearer, albeit the occasional interruption by a cough.

"Wanna try an Aussie cure? A big thick lozenge to remind you to listen." He suggests, palming his election. Daniel knows that even a little kissing has gotten you horny. He knows that his white uniform shirts and presses pants do it for you. The name tag too. Once you jokingly pinned it to your underwear, claiming that you'd wear it like that. You were lucky you did this on a day off, because he let you cum only at the phrase "My pussy belongs to my manager, Daniel Ricciardo." moaned out louder each time. So he's not surprised when you beg for his cock, asking him to "warm your throat.". He slides unbuttons his pants and slides them to his knees, along with his boxers. He doesn't let you start off with kitten licks, or kisses to his tip. No, he buries himself to the hilt, til your bottom lip is in his happy trail and your nose is right against his scrotum. Fuck it, men's health was right. You attempt to take him, to move, to suck, to hollow your cheeks, something. But no avail. Danny controls the pace, his thick hips thrusting in and out. Until you gag. He slides out and it's messy. Your saliva drips out, landing straight on your forehead and rolling down.

"Look who can't breathe through their nose properly. Say sorry to the customers and we can try again." You echo the sentence and he's gentler this time. More careful, but faster, and when his fingers trace your neck, you gag again. This time it's worse, more coughing and almost sputtering. He has you apologize to the crew and for the third time slides his throat past your lips. This time it's the last bit of minty nasal spray hitting you. You gag again. After a "I'm sorry, manager Daniel, sir.", it's fine. You can breathe properly and finally get the hang of it. You hollow your cheeks and fucking moan at the relief of breathing properly again. You try to angle your tongue so it can brush against your boyfriend's tip and it works. After a few more thrusts, Danny's coming down your throat, instructing you to swallow it all. You do. You use the back of your apron to wipe any drool or snot from your face. You're ready to return to the floor when he stops you.

"Now, where are you going, darling. You look absolutely flushed. No way you're going out this red. Let's cool you down." He says. In about 20 seconds he's out the door and back again. You look at his hand and see it holding ice in a plastic blue glove. The machine for it was right across, you reason. Daniel makes you strip naked, not wanting to make your uniform "messy". He rubs the ice cube against your nipples, listening to you plead and moan that it's cold.

"I bet it is, but you have to learn, doll. This is your punishment for not staying home. Bad girls have to deal with this if they wanna stay until closing. Which you do, don't you?". He asks. With almost a sob, yes, you let the freezing object burn against your hot skin. Danny slides it from one breast to another, tongue replacing it . His beard against your sensitive nipples makes you trash around and swear. Your manager's hand slides down your soaked underwear, and he slides it to the side. The icecube leaves your chest and is pressed against your entrance.

"Will you let me do this, doll? Let me make you feel nice and cool inside? Let boss Danny become doctor Danny, yeah. Let me show my sick girl what's good for her?" He asks, letting you back out. You both know that one word (chili sauce, for those curious), and you're done. But you don't say that. You want this, albeit in your slightly delusional state. You want to cum at work, to leave your mark on the leather couch, to have Daniel take you there using the same stern voice as he does when you need to refill the shake machine. When you say the titular, "Yes, please." , he holds you open and slides the ice cube in. The best things about these frozen things from the machine? They don't melt, like the ones in ordinary households. The cold is shocking, and Danny shushes you as you squirm around. His two fingers on your clit certainly make it better. He wastes no time, seeing how wet you are.

"All soaked for me, aren't you. Waiting on me to ruin you. Bet you wanted to get on my nerves tonight to make everything harder on your old man, Daniel. I know why you wanted to be on closing shift, so I could take you home and fuck you. Give you some vitamin D for your cold." He teases, rubbing, listening to the wet, squelching noise. Almost like ocean waves on his favorite beach in Australia. He starts to daydream of taking you there and the other way of taking you there when there's a pounding at the door.

"Daniel, there's a customer asking for allergy information and we need a manager." Your colleague says through the door.

"Just ask Liam, he's next in line for the promotion anyway. I don't care that he's just a crew trainer." Danny says, looking at you. You're close, he knows your tells. Your eyes closing, your legs that he has to keep spread, your bottom lip between your teeth.

"He went on lunch and refuses to clock back in." They reply.

"Shit, okay, just give me a sec to save this document.". In record time Daniel redresses you, sans bra and panties though. He makes sure your apron is around your neck and not your waist and helps you stand up. You can feel the icecube inside of you are about to plead for him to not do this. But there's no use. You deserve this. You played stupid games and now it's time to collect your stupid prizes. You just hope you can sneak out and take a five minute break when Danny lets you. You didn't wanna end up even more sick, after all.

[redhoodobsessed]

Diagnosis is...

Jason Todd x Reader

This one is kind of weird i just thought it would be funny and it spiraled from there. You meet your boyfriends family at a very bad time. TW: vomiting, Pregnancy

Jason always took you to the Manor when his family wasn't home. The only member who you were well acquainted with was Alfred and Duke. Even after being together for a year and moving with eachother he wasn't ready for you to meet his family. Truthfully he was worried they would be... too much.

Jason sat you down gently on his bed in his old bedroom.

"You really didn't need to carry me here from the cave I'm not that sick" you sighed as he tucked you into the bed.

"Sure but I wanted to." He went to kiss your lips but you pulled back

"Trust me lover boy you do not want to kiss these lips"

He chuckled and kissed you on the cheek instead "I'll be back at five ok?"

You nodded waiting for him to leave before running to his bathroom and vomiting.

After 10 minutes you went looking around. He only ever took you to the manor when no one else was around but Alfred. But this time even he wasn't here. Bruce was on some big undercover mission in another country basically the enormous amounts of people who were usually here weren't except for Jason and Duke who were taking over the nightly patrol in Gotham. This was perfect for your mission.

You searched every bathroom and medicine cabinet you could find surely in a house this big which was home to the billionaire playboy had to have at least one. You could swear you'd been looking for hours practically torn apart the entire mansion when you heard a sympathic sounding voice say. "Looking for something?"

You turned around to see a redheaded green eyed woman in a wheelchair. Barbara Gordon.

"Uh uhm Sprite?" Definitely not a great answer if you were trying to deceive a world renowned cyber detective who caught you pulling apart her boyfriends medicine cabinet. But she humored you and took you to the kitchen.

"Why sprite?" She said

"The acid from Lemons are neutralising which help relieve nausea. They give it to people in outpatient after things like wisdom tooth extraction at the hospital. Also I don't like lemonade."

"Right, Jason said you weren't feeling well. What are the symptoms?" She was absolutely probing you for information. She saw the frantically thrown about flu medicine and pain killers, you were looking for something specific.

you weren't planning on spilling everything to a complete stranger but you had to tell someone or you would probably go crazy. "Well nausea, slight headache, swollen feet and breasts, late menstruation cycle I would say patient diagnosis would be-"

"Pregnancy" she interrupted her face completely bewildered. Jason Todd got a girl pregnant.

"About 2 to 3 weeks along but I can't know for sure without-"

"A pregnancy test" she interrupted again.

"I would rather go to the Doctor and get a blood test but Jason and I just moved in together and I only realised I was late yesterday."

"We can do a blood test! Downstairs in the cave right now" Barbara immediately started heading to the elevator to the cave.

"That will take a while you don't have a regular pregnancy test here?"

She thought for a second "I don't think so."

So you went down to do the test you were surprised they had every blood test known to man "you know an at home pregnancy test only takes two minutes" you say as you draw your own blood you needed to practice anyway.

"Well we could watch a movie? It's only two hours."

"Yeah only" you sighed and Barbara finished the rest of the process now all you had to do was wait for the results. Your heart almost stopped when you heard the roar of a motorcycle enter the cave thinking it might be Jason.

"It's just the Batgirls their mission ended early." Barbara said pulling up the live security footage of the runway and leaving it up. You almost collapsed from relief.

"Hey Babs! Who's this?" The purple Batgirl said as she took off her Cowl revealing her blonde hair and chipper smile.

"I uhm I'm Y/n"

"Oh Jason's girlfriend! You're sick right?" She glanced over at the screen the blood test now almost halfway done. "What's a HCG test?"

Barbara minimised the window and looked at you as you tried to formulate a lie but it was too late. The other batgirl who must be Cassandra signed something to Stephanie.

"No way!" Her face was in utter disbelief and god you wished Jason had just left you in the apartment. This was not how you wanted to meet his family.

"It's probably nothing it could be anything really." You really wanted to believe that. You wanted to believe it was something crazy rare.

"Like what?" Stephanie said with full curiosity. She definitely didn't seem to realise the invasive nature of that question until Cassandra put a hand on her shoulder. "Right well good luck with that Cass and I are gonna train for a bit."

"Don't worry you can trust them" Barbara's words gave little comfort. Your face was red with embarrassment its not that you didn't trust them it's that you just met them. Their first impression of their brothers girlfriend is that she could be pregnant.

It wasn't long before you heard people talking from the staircase "TIMOTHY BERNIE!"Stephanie yelled "What are you doing here?!"

"Well I was showing Bernard the mansion and i thought id take him to see the cave too i need to check up on a blood test of a rat i found scarecrow experimenting on too. Hey! Are you Y/n?" Tim asked shaking your hand.

You were relieved at the fact that he would be the first family member to not also be wondering whether or not you were pregnant. "It's nice to meet you. Jason talks about you a lot."

"He talks about all of you too I think he's been a bit nervous for us to meet."

"So was Tim. I'm Bernard, Tim's boyfriend" you had been so relieved and distracted by normal conversation without any indication of any possible pregnancy that you didn't see Tim looking at the computers in the med bay.

"Uh who ordered the HCG? Was it an accident or...?"

"HCG? I meant to do a CRP! damn well now I'll know if I'm pregnant or not." At least Stephanie was good at improv

"But this says its y/n's?" Tim said skeptical of the whole situation

"What?! I must of mixed up our blood" ok so she might not win an Oscar but you could work with this.

"Oh yeah I was practicing drawing blood sometimes they have us do it on other med students and if you don't practice uh it's embarrassing." You were definitely not winning an Oscar.

"Right." He was definitely unconvinced. But his angel of a boyfriend noticed your nervous face and came to your rescue.

"Happens to the best of us." He has a very warm and comforting smile Tim has good taste in men.

As time went on your stomach started to churn and you laid back on a medical bed. There was the loud hum of a jet engine and huge doors opening up above you. "Uhh please not Bruce Wayne"

"Bruce Wayne" everyone except Bernard seemed to say in unison "and the results are in."

"I don't want to know" you didnt want this to be such a big deal you didn't want so many people to know and you certainly didn't want Jason's whole family to know before he did.

"Ah miss Y/n I see you've met more of the family" Alfred said walking down from where ever the Jet was parked above you.

"It's been a pleasure" you say truly not wanting to sound rude they had all been very kind to you their timing is just so so poor.

"Ah Jason had told me you're not feeling well. Can I bring you anything Y/n"

"Y/n?" I voice that must belong to Bruce followed behind Alfred. "Oh I didn't know you would be here" Bruce Wayne said cowl in hand his face looking tired. A young looking boy walked towards the bat computer ignoring you. honestly you were grateful for not having to meet another batfamily member.

You were trying to get up but he interrupted "no no please don't get up on my behalf rest its quite late."

You were going to respond but your stomach stirred again and a gurgle went up your throat. Bruce was quick to respond and got you a vomit bag. Great the first thing Bruce Wayne had ever heard from you was the disgusting sound of vomit. "You are quite sick" He put his hand on your forehead automatically. But there was no time to make up an excuse or reason.

"She's not sick, she's pregnant" the young and very rude boy said... definitely Damian.

"Oh uhm is uh.. when did you find out?" Bruce was extremely flustered, but by now you had experienced enough embarrassment for the night and just wanted Jason to come home.

"Just then" with the perfect timing that this family seemed to have you heard Jason and Duke ride into the cave to see an utterly confused Batman standing next to you.

"None of you are supposed to be here." Jason growled as he made his way to you he was about to glare at Bruce when he saw his bright red face he stopped "What's wrong with you?Salina break up with you again?" Jason

"Uhm" Bruce cleared his throat "you're right we're not supposed to be here. We should all go upstairs." He started heading to the stairs but everyone else seemed to be looking at you "now!" He said sternly in his Batman voice the room quickly cleared out after that.

You sighed a breath of relief as Jason sat next to you and pulled you close kissing your temple. "What was his problem?" He asked rubbing your arm and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Well I'm not technically sick."

"Hmm?" He didn't even seemed phased by this he just leaned into you more

"I had to do a test and uh everyone saw the result."

"Is it bad?" This man after a patrol you could swear his head was made of bricks.

"Depends. Do you think its bad that I'm pregnant." You said hesitantly a very small part of you worried that he would say yes but worse is he didn't say anything. "Jason?"

"Uh no!" He moved to face you his forehead pressed against yours "No it's its not bad its just its unexpected and then I'm sorry I'm sorry for all of that and them and wow"

You giggled "Yeah it's not exactly what I was expecting for tonight"

He cupped your cheek and smiled at you "I love you Y/N"

Tears started to well in your eyes "I love you too Jason" He pulled you in for a long kiss. Finally all you wanted all night was to be with him.

Upstairs Dick arrived home to...chaos. Stephanie was talking to Cass about everything they were going to do to prepare for.. something. Tim was yelling at Damian, Barbara and Bernard were telling Duke about the entire night and Bruce sat in an armchair still in complete embarrassment and disbelief.

"Did I miss something?"

[partycatty]

i had a vision and drew it - and even better, i got a fic idea from it!

johnny cage > discovery

johnny discovers his new powers unexpectedly. maybe he wasn't as ordinary as others thought.

warnings: johnny thinks he's dying and gets all crisis-y, established relationship

notes: imagine instead of activating his powers in a life or death situation, it randomly bodyslams him like a heart attack - and it scares the hell out of him. also i hope u like my silly sketch :3

masterlist <3

• johnny's life was crumbling. his movies were flopping hard, and people were starting to forget his name. his spending habits were out of control, and you two were arguing about it so much that you grew tired of hearing your own voice. most days were the cold shoulder or shouting matches. things weren't looking great.

• it was during one of these matches when the shouting on his end abruptly paused, and he doubled over. your anger was shoved aside as you dashed forward to inspect his current state. but, just as soon as it started, it was over in a flash. johnny was startled, to say the least. his eyes were wide and he was panting.

• you guys assumed the stress was taking a toll on him, a physical toll. out of respect for his well-being, you held your tongue from that point on. or at least, you tried to. everything was relatively quiet until a mysterious yakuza member demanded the sword on your shared mantle. you would've thrown it at him if given the opportunity since the damn thing sent you back millions. johnny, however, wasn't as willing. fortunately for your safety's concern, he was the ultimate home security system, tying up the man after knocking him unconscious.

• we all know the rest. "what in the actual-" "i am the god of fire" "get your damn hands off him" "that's no special effect" "change the arc of your lives." blah blah blah. it was all a weird blur. apparently, you, johnny, and this new "friend" of yours were all chosen to fight for something bigger than a malibu disagreement. you were a fighter alongside your husband, but you did it competitively. johnny did it for the cameras, which isn't to say he's worse naturally. he could kick ass, and so could you, just in different directions.

• liu kang warned everyone that training would take months, as the tournament was far down the line. johnny grew impatient, and you grew tense with his lack of eagerness to actually train. regardless, you sparred and took the monk's advices to heart.

• johnny wouldn't tell you at first, since he didn't want to distract your own progress, but he would oftentimes catch himself feeling... funny, for lack of a better phrase. during meals, his eyes would unfocus and his hearing sounded underwater. at night, he'd toss and turn for hours in the cot beside yours. something felt wrong, really wrong. his chest felt fluttery and cold, like a sprite weaving between his ribs. it scared the holy hell out of him, considering how prone is family is to heart attacks.

• "great session! whaddya say to a well-deserved break?" he'd announce out of concealed desperation to the other earthrealmers, hoping that someone would agree and he'd be able to excuse himself to loosen his collar and sit down for a moment. it was after the fifth time asking in a day that you approached him with genuine concern.

• "honey, are you alright?" you asked gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. his eyes followed your touch and he sighed, moving your hand to his chest.

• "i-i'm afraid," he'll confess quietly, glancing behind you to make sure nobody was overhearing his moment of worry. "i haven't been feeling well, but i can't just drop everything and leave. not when my career's in the shithole. we've got nothing to return to. this fire god guy needs me, needs us, and i know damn well you'd follow me out if i stepped back from all of this."

• johnny's tragic worry struck a chord in your heart and you couldn't help but agree with his words. you advised him to ask a monk about decongestant tea, or some other simple remedy that would keep you at the academy.

• things died down, or at least, johnny's pain wouldn't be verbalized for a while. you and the boys were actually gaining significant strength and conditioning with the brutal training regime liu kang assigned. when he felt everyone was finally prepared to choose a champion, he assembled a king of the hill type of tournament on campus grounds.

• you stood between johnny and kenshi, a palpable tension on your husband's shoulders. his jaw was clenched tight, as were his fists. he looked... terrified. this wasn't a normal expression for the star.

• "johnny?" you whisper to him, reaching down to intertwine your fingers with his. before you could fully articulate your concerns, he speaks up.

• "i don't feel well," he murmurs in return, eyes fixated at the platform in front of you all. he visibly pales.

• liu kang calls you to the platform as the first contestant, and you obediently oblige with a bow, waiting for further instruction. your eyes danced across your potential competitors — raiden and kung lao, the humble farmers. kenshi, the enigmatic swordsman... and your husband, who looked as if he was shitting himself and moments away from puking.

• "you will face (reader), johnny cage."

• "a-are you sure? because that's my spouse, and i'd hate to—"

• liu kang frowns. johnny puts his hands up in a surrender motion, a pathetic attempt at remaining playful, and hoists himself to the platform across from you. his position readies, as does yours.

• though he may be visibly under the weather, the technique is still there. johnny's fighting style is unique and calculate, effortlessly playful and charismatic, just like him. even so, the match becomes quite even as you're familiar with his style. you parry many blows, mirroring others. the crowd is pleased and excited by the potential outcomes.

• you land a good kick to johnny's face, sending him spiraling in the air and landing on his back with a deep thud. the color in his face returns (due to the bruising) as he stares up at you, licking his lips before flourishing his way back up.

• but then, he lets out a strained cry.

• johnny clutches his chest, clawing at the layers of fabric across his body as if they're an anvil sitting atop his torso. his face twists as he doubled over in complete agony.

• "by the elder gods!" liu kang shouts, standing from his spectator chair. others let out their own concerns and shouts, but you're the first one rocketing to his side. you get to his level to inspect his face. you make a desperate attempt to push his damp hair from his face, but his neck snaps the other way as his body tries to expel this sudden onslaught of pain.

• as the fear that a heart attack is imminent, a sudden glow of green burns bright even past johnny's robes. it spills out like an angry cloud, seeping through johnny's fingers as he cries out in the worst pain he'd ever experienced. it is here that liu kang tenses up, then relaxes. he steps to the side, and does nothing but watch blankly. you come closer and part his clothing, giving yourself access to his bare chest to inspect the source.

• shockingly, the problem is... internal. his veins are glowing a bright green shade and when his eyes aren't deeply clenched, you sense a faint trace of emerald in his irises. right where his heart is, is a rhythmic flashing pattern.

• "make it stop!" johnny begs helplessly, and you reply on the verge of tears that you don't know how to help. however, almost as if on cue, he takes a deep breath inward and sits upright, eyes wide and jaw slack. and, just like that, everything seems normal again.

• you run your hand frantically across his bare skin, trying to feel for abnormalities as he catches his breath. you're crying now from the fear, and you catch a glimpse at his watery eyes.

• "are you okay?!" kung lao asks, putting a hand on his back to help him stabilize. "what was that?!"

• "i don't know..." johnny breathlessly replies, reaching a hand up to fix his hair nervously. however, as his hand traveled upward, he noticed the same emerald aura clouding around his hands, and he shouts out and scurries as if he's trying to run away from his own arm. as it's outstretched, it shoots a ball of energy outward, frying a mannequin that sat innocently off to the side. the crowd's eyes go from the mannequin and back to the celebrity. your fists ball up on his back, fistfuls of fabric keeping you upright otherwise you'd fall back from shock.

• "that is not how i anticipated that happening this time," liu kang muttered, coming closer to inspect johnny's palms. johnny stares at his hands like they grew overnight. his eyes shoot to the fire god, incredulous.

• "what the hell do you mean, 'this time?!'"

[ponett]

The peach resprites are quite fun but its weird watching people on twitter go, “Why didnt they just make an actually good sprite?” And then point to these sprites that were made On Modern Hardware With Modern Pixel Art Knowledge And On A Larger Canvas.

Something something art being removed from its context as time goes on?

(Sorry, I really like the rouge sprite but it reminded me to think about this)

Yeah, I enjoy a good resprite, but you're always inherently looking at things from a very different perspective than the original artists were. Pixel art's come a very long way since 1985, and it's taken countless artists and decades of iteration to get where it is today. We're all standing on the shoulders of giants. When they made Super Mario Bros. it WAS the cutting edge of graphics for home video game consoles, and then other games iterated on that. But the guys in Kyoto drawing those sprites on graph paper didn't know about the techniques we use today. I also think there's a certain charm to those "cruder" graphics that value simple flat coloring for the sake of clarity over more advanced shading techniques. So it's not really about "fixing" anything so much as it's just about offering your own spin on it, or seeing what could be done if a game was made today

(Modern resprites also often "cheat" by ignoring size limitations and the number of colors that can be displayed within a certain area without layering multiple sprites on top of each other, so there's that too)

[vampirevatican]

i could speak on the council and their reaction to a period... and it's rotting my brain so i will

tiggy is curious, because this blood is new and different. his snack isn't afraid, instead they're either really pissed, energized, or tired and after learning a summary from lee...

"come ooonn, just one taste!"

"tigs-"

"i promise i won't bite... a lot."

with ground rules set you give him the green light and finding out that him doing that helps you in the same way it would usually help his heat or rut?? then he's constantly offering.

gw takes a liking to you being a bit more mean. it's hot seeing his pet, his love, be a little like him. not to mention, you getting a bit more vicious in training. though when he smells blood while you two are alone out of nowhere he was about to act, til the smell is more than metallic.

"what?"

his gaze at you isn't a devouring one, but it's attentive. it's weird seeing him actively analyze. though as your own brain pieces two and two you start to smile a little.

"do you know what that is? or do you want me to give you some more time lord commander."

i like the idea of his nervous sprite in response to you acting like this, because right now you've got him by the shark balls and he knows it. though after discovering this is kinda similar to a heat, or rather humans with fem anatomy only have heats, he's turned on. his pet gets like him when horny? cute.

rhin catching a whiff of blood from you would set concern but quickly glancing over your body and finding no cuts he calms down and is just curious. very attentive to your needs, notices you starting off as clingy but then a bit distant. notices you suffering cramps and ofc offers to help in anyway possible.

one day, while going through it, in his office he pauses sketching when his nose picked up on that metallic smell again but mixed with... something else. and... pheromones?

when he looks over at where you're sitting, you seem fine. warm pillow seated close to your lower stomach. his mind races through any knowledge he had on humans and it clicks.

"are you... uhm-"

he starts to blush and look away, much to your amusement. you know he wasn't embarrassed or disgusted it was just the sheer fact you are in what is equivalent to their mating cycle right now.

"yes, yes i am... and you can help if you want."

he takes you up on the offer, and being a service dom? he's the best option... second to tiggy, or depending on your needs. either way he's there for you whenever and however you need him.

lee is fascinated. this is a learning opportunity! do humans get both or just one? is it assigned by their anatomy?? how many pu- babies can they have? what are their symptoms? after finding a book on human anatomy and reproduction, essentially a health text book, you give lee the basics, which only leads to more questions

"then do humans engage in bdsm for the pure joy of it or is it apart of mating? or since mating and the act of it are seperate in human culture is it then closer to simply relieving one self of their rut or heat?"

you were about to answer before he starts asking another question and you have to grip his arms and shake him a little.

"lee, honey, let me answer first."

"oh! sorry... i was rambling again wasn't i?"

"yes, but that doesn't it stop it being cute."

nebulaeus chimes in making lee blush even more. not like he isn't also curious and eventually ends up teasing you too when he notices your behavior everytime it comes around.

for me, lee and neb are a couple but also an open relationship? so you're included at times and not exactly third wheeling or home wrecking. neb likes mc. lee likes mc. and mc has two hands. anyway after lee learns about it he offers to take your mind off of it by reading together or you all cuddle up together and whatever heat generated totally helps.

[humornaut]

An Analysis of Foreshadowing in Omori's Prologue

Hey everyone!

With the Omori manga's first chapter's release, one thing has been made clear: They are FLYING through the game. Unless they are doing something weird, the entire prologue segment has been moved to right after the Aubrey fight, a move I can only believe has been made so that the real world characters appear in the first chapter. I won't be making any judgements until I see how it all fits together (and maybe I won't make many judgments in general, I don't really consider myself a judgmental person for better or for worse), but it did get me thinking about how well Omori's prologue works in general! So today, I'd like to take some time to talk about that!

The Sidequests

The first things I want to mention are the side quests! I've mentioned it before (or maybe I haven't, I don't remember everything I've said), but nearly all the side quests in Headspace are symbolic on a meta level. A lot of people dismiss this as boring repetitiveness (perhaps true), but the vast majority of the side quests are about finding a lost item or individual. This is, of course, echoing the larger Headspace plot of Basil going missing. However, there is something about this concept that I'd like to point out using one of the sidequests!

In the quest "Whereabouts of Duckie Jr.", you are tasked with determining the whereabouts of Duckie Jr! Crazy, I know. Remember how I said that most of the sidequests are reminiscent of the quest to find Basil? Like 2 seconds ago? Well, this one is good for actually illuminating what is going on with that questline overall! Duckie Jr. and his family are references to a famous optical illusion in which a person can see either a duck or a bunny. Take a look at the house that the family lives in:

They live in a present! Now take a look at this!

"SUNNY won't leave the box, so KEL put a food bowl inside. I guess this box will be SUNNY and MEWO's new home."

So that's interesting! Add in the distant demeanor of Duckie Jr's father, as well as Mari's statements about Duckie having his head in the clouds and comparing Duckie to Omori, it becomes clear that Duckie in this situation is a reference to Sunny, not Basil. What does this mean? Well, it means that we should rethink the Headspace quest all together! The quest to find Basil is much more a quest for Sunny to re-find himself.

Now this (as well as the quest for the character Daisy that I have mentioned previously) is interesting, but it isn't exactly foreshadowing. For that, I would like to draw your attention to the sidequest Stick in the Mud.

In this quest, you must go around Cattail fields to find Mr. Scarecrows three crow friends, and have them return to him. In order to do this, you have to use Hero when interacting with the three crows.

I personally believe that this is a bit of foreshadowing to the Sunny route. Hero's maturity is necessary to bringing Sunny, Kel, and Aubrey back together and bringing them to Basil. I also choose to see Mr. Scarecrow as an analogue for Basil rather than Sunny due to the coloring of Mr. Scarecrow's sprite (Blond hair, blue eyes, green clothes), and Hero doesn't actually bring Basil specifically to anyone (heck, Hero doesn't actually ever talk to Basil in the real world segments of the game)

I also want to make clear: I'm not trying to imply that this is symbolism on the part of Sunny's mind, like a lot of the things that I talk about on this account, rather that this is a bit of meta storytelling foreshadowing how the real world plot will turn out. This will go for everything else that I talk about here as well.

Captain of the Space Pirates

Now that we've talked about the sidequests, I'd like to draw your attention to the main questline of Otherworld. As a reminder, once the gang gets into Otherworld, we are introduced to Captain Spaceboy, who is bedridden and depressed following his break-up with Sweetheart. In order to solve this problem, we have to go through the junkyard to find his mixtape. We aren't the only ones looking for it, and while there, we meet Rosa, a Sweetheart super-fan.

We get the mixtape back, bring it to Spaceboy, at which point Kel plays it, triggering Spaceboy to start his boss fight.

The argument for this all being one large bit of foreshadowing goes like this:

Spaceboy would be Basil (purely from a narrative perspective, not in any kind of character-sense). We go to the junkyard and dig through the trash to find the mixtape, just like we eventually get the photo album by digging through Aubrey's trash. Rosa in this case represents Aubrey, attempting to take care of the mixtape due to her personal connection to the item, revealing that Spaceboy is the one that threw it out in the first place, echoing how in the real world, Aubrey takes care of the photo album for four years due to what it means to her, despite how Basil (from her perspective) destroyed it originally.

We bring the mixtape back to Spaceboy, and just as Kel is the one that kicks off going through the photo album with Basil, he is the one that rushes to put the mixtape into the boombox, triggering the memories that set off Spaceboy, causing the fight.

Admittedly, things get a little cloudy here, as the fight between Sunny and Basil isn't directly caused by the photo album. You could even say that the Spaceboy fight represents the fight with Omori (or even both the Basil fight AND the Omori fight) due to Omori's fight being due to Sunny's mind reacting to memories of the past, better mirroring the Spaceboy fight. But hey! Spaceboy's hair turns green and his eyes turn red so who can say. :P

Then, after the fight, we get a few things! We get an eyepatch (goes without saying), a train pass (representing how Sunny will be moving after the conclusion of the game), and a sno-cone ticket (yeah I don't think this one represents anything).

And, just like the Sunny route, the prologue ends with an early look at Memory Lane, and the dream ends, with Sunny waking up.

There's probably a lot more I could talk about regarding Omori's prologue, so I might update this later! I hope you enjoyed reading this! Within the game, I feel like the prologue is one of the strongest bits of Headspace, and I've always wanted to talk about how I believe it foreshadows the rest of the game! This is a topic that I'd love to hear more people's opinion on!

[disaster-magician]

Introducing my FoM farmer, Radio! They're part fae, a bi disaster, and quite clumsy at everything besides music and mining surprisingly.

Better quality picture and lots of ramblings under the cut! 💖

They seem a bit ditzy and gullible at first, but are very knowledgeable about music and fey legends/magic! She tries to stay upbeat and positive, a huge contrast to her crush- uh, new friend March!

Pixel art is so hard I'm never doing this again

Their closest friends in town besides the super cute grumpy blacksmith are Valen(she spends a lot of time getting scratches patched up), Hayden(their shared love of animals and sunshine personalities meant they got along pretty fast), Reina(Radio can't cook for shit and she highly admires those who can), and Ryis(They're gonna build that fucking birdhouse if it's the last thing they do.) Once Caldarus is fully in the game they'll become really close too, chatting about magic and what Mistria used to look like. Although honestly, Dozy and the kids might be her overall favorites in town...

They moved to Mistria after losing the last family member she had left to try and get a change of scenery. It seems to be going pretty well- maybe it was destiny that she moved here after all.

A few fun facts about her:

She dislikes all cake and her hated item would be tomato.

She's VERY short, like one of if not the shortest adult villager in town.

They like to peel and eat straight lemons but stopped doing that in public after March told her it was weird. Absolutely still does it at home, though.

Yeah, Radio is a nickname! Her full name is something fae that's extremely long and pretty much unpronounceable to most humans so Radio is just easier. Her closest friends get to call them Reeds or Dee instead.

They would change their hairstyle every season along with the outfit, and the one I drew is the fall style which is why it doesn't exactly match her in game sprite!

Their ears wriggle a lot when she emotes, and tend to flush when she's flustered or embarrassed! They've started to wear their hair loose or wear hats more often around a certain fake redhead for no reason at all...

In the canon story in my head, March actually falls for her first! It's definitely "it's not like I lay awake at night thinking about them! ...Uh oh" vibes for the poor guy. Radio isn't too far behind in terms of gaining romantic feelings, but is much worse at recognizing their emotions and wouldn't realize it until someone else pointed it out.

If you wanted to know more, please don't be shy to send questions to my ask box! I'd love to talk about her more 💕

[deusvervemakesgames]

Project RBH DevLog 0108

As an update from last week, I fixed the knockback system. The problem is that I overlooked something important while setting up the math. The way that it works is that I check the bullet’s position, and the enemy position, and use that to determine the knockback direction. However, coordinated in GameMaker Studio are determined by the ‘origin point’ of the object in question. The bullets’ origin is in the center, but characters like the player or the enemies have an origin at the bottom, so handle their movement. As such, nearly all hits where knocking enemies down the screen. Now I check their position by finding the center of their image. That still isn’t quite perfect since that’s a little off of the hitboxes, but it’s close enough to perfect that I don’t really care.

Also I should probably make it possible to throw enemies down pits. Something to deal with later.

Right now I’m still fleshing out the weird upgrades that spawn in crazy stuff, like lightning

These things are pretty much just homing projectiles, but when they’re done, they will last a set duration rather then vanishing after hitting a single target the way that bullets do. I’ll also make them explode the rock spikes the same way that the tornadoes do.

Sprites are placeholder, of course.

The other thing is that I need to stop caring about game balance. This is a game that I conceived of as a reverse bullet hell with you becoming the bullet hell boss. Therefore, I should make the upgrades stronger and with fewer downsides and trust it will be fine.

Until Next Devlog!

-DeusVerve

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[rjthirsty]

Time for some Ikemen Prince theory crafting! Today I will be talking about Kagari, a future character that has been revealed in Japan and hinted at in English with a very unfortunate sprite malfunction in Leon's sequel.

This post will not contain any spoilers, as it is all my own theories rather than anything that has yet to be released, but the theory itself is a possible spoiler if it turns out to be true, so I'll be putting it under the cut. It will also contain pictures of promotional material for an upcoming (probably now released) event in Japan, but nothing you can't already find on social media.

Let's get to it!

First, let me show y'all the promotional post for the event with Kagari in it so we're all on the same page.

Look at this man. I fell in love with his design when he was first revealed. Red hair, green eyes, a collar with a bell - he's the cat man we always needed.

Then this card was released and I think my soul left my body.

But someone pointed out something odd about this card (and I'm so sorry tumblr user, I can't recall who it was and I follow 250 people, and I don't think we're even mutuals) and that's that the Kagari in this picture has BLUE eyes. Weird, right? I mean, Cybird definitely has some issues with color consistency with someone like Clavis' hair, but the green his eyes usually are are VERY green. And the blue in this picture is pretty blue, I can't see them accidentally mixing them up.

Then we get this from the same event.

Guys, look at his eyes! They're blue in this photo of the avatar items! He has never had blue eyes! What in the heck? That's really weird. So I went back to the first picture and zoomed in on the avatar there, and....

Kagari's eyes are definitely green! And while this picture is grainy and gross, take note that his facial expression is different between the previous picture and this one. It's not common for avatar items to change between one post and the next a few days later. As you can see, the female items are all exactly the same, and the only thing that has changed is Kagari's smile and eye color.

Which led me to go on this crazy idea that Kagari is two different people.

First, I thought perhaps a body double. Not unheard of. And apparently there's a lot of fighting in fake Japan Kyogoku. It would make a lot of sense to have someone appear in public with the possibility of fighting, and have the real Kagari only making appearances in safe places like inside his own home, or in foreign countries.

But this is Cybird. Cybird loves twins. (I also love twins.) This is probably not as easy as a body double, but instead a set of twins. That's my theory. Kagari is really two brothers whose only distinguishing feature are their eye colors being blue or green. And since twins were once considered bad luck in several cultures (we've seen them do this whole thing with the Klein twins, so we know they're running with that in IkePri), and Kagari is royalty in a place where "chaos" and bloodshed is very common - wouldn't it make sense to keep both children alive until the time comes that one takes the throne?

That's my take, guys. That's it. One card with a different eye color, and one avatar with a different face, and that's all I needed to decide they're twins and they're both going to be mine.

[kosmickingdom]

Little fanfic. nil x momo incoming. Their aged up in this BTW.

Pine point was a creepy place, it was the type of town would catch you off guard and make tou go crazy if you weren't accustomed. Like how the signs would at first say something cryptic, but if you looked back it would say somthing completely different, or like how it common knowledge to be in your house before 2:30am. Pine point was a weird ass town.

Despite this, nil  for some reason, decided that he simply can't wait till the next morning to quench his sweet tooth, and decided to head to junkies convenience at 1:00am. Nil was a soda person all together, but he had his favorites, as he swiftly passed the Fanta's and sprite's looking for his dearly beloved coke, he heard a familiar voice.  He slowly turned his head to the right of him, one part of him telling him to just get his coke, while the other was telling him that there is no harm in just taking a quick glance to see if it is really her in the store.

He finished his turn, and yep, it was momo. Why the hell she was out this late was a total mystery, but what would he expect from someone who eats glue and cotton balls? She was asking the cashier a question and he noticed that she had an entire basket full of shit, and was asking him about chocolate chips. Nil checked his watch, it was 1:30am. "DAMN, was I really out that long?" He thought. He wanted to get his soda and go, but something was telling him to just wait a little longer.

Him and momo never really lost contact, pine point was a small town, he couldn't avoid her if he tried. Nil constantly told himself that he couldn't give less of a shit about her, yet as he stood there in his black sweatpants, white tank, and black jacket, he really wanted to ask why she was out this late. He wasn't sure if momo was tough, or just crazy, but it was the blurriness between the two that made her so.... interesting.

Momo was just packing up when nil decided to approach, momo noticed him before he even got that close. "Nilz!" Momo yelled a little too loudly."What are you doing out here? Ya stalking me?" She said in her typical momo way.

"In your dreams. It's almost 2:00 in the morning, what are you doing out here so late?" Nil said with a hint of curiosity.

"I was just getting some ingredients, gonna make cookies tomorrow, or I mean- today, technically. Now that you mention it , it IS getting kinda late, huh. Time for me to get home, BYE." Momo barked as she began to walk away.

Nil didn't like the fact that she was out this late, despite the fact that he himself was out at the exact same time. It's dangerous, she should have more sense. As nil watched momo leave the store and walk on the road, nil had  a sense of dread. Momo lived so much farther than he did from the convenience store, and she didn't even bring a vehicle!? Is she trying to get caught or somthing!? Nil followed her outside and called her name loud enough for her to hear, but also not loud enough to attract any unwanted attention.

"Are you sure you'll get home in time?" He asked.

There was a long silence... and more silence.

"Why? You scared I wont make him home before curfew~" momo purred.

"Damnit, Yes or No?"

" It’s not a SUPER long walk, but...I’m realising now that I should have wore my watch."

Nil quickly checks his watch again  2:40am.

"Alright, that settles it, come."