#a person especially after all of the fall shit. which is just neat. to me at least

[zurizex]

❝ 𝓙UST LIKE THAT, DOLL! ❞

▐ branch with an s/o who enjoys praising — nsfw

warnings. mentions of overstimulation, oral (giving and receiving), fem reader, no use of y/n, switch!brach, nicknames, slight degradation MAYBE??, creampie/breeding

request: none

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— 𝓦hen you first met branch, you were pretty secretive about how praising made you melt

— but one day before you even started dating, branch complimented how your decorative skills were neat

— when this happened you melted into absolute putty

— when you two ACTUALLY started dating, more praises left his mouth, him soon realizing what praising does to you

— branch one day said your singing voice was good and your face beamed red

— "you're really good at singing, doll— why are you sweating so much..."

— DONT GET ME STARTED ON NICKNAMES.

— when he first called you sweetheart you almost came right there.

— one day, branch was so touch starved that he was basically buried in your neck, praising the ever living shit out of you.

— when you moaned. the dots like clicked.

— and GOD was he cocky with it..

— if you're sucking him off, he will never keep quiet. ever.

— praises will leave his lips as light whimpers escaped as well

— "O-Oh! My god..fucking just like that, doll...n-ngh..doing sooo fucking good..."

— His fingers would get tangled in your hair, pulling it softly from time to time, guiding your throat deeper on his cock

— we all agree branch is a munch

— he even praises you when ever he's legit going to town

— he will hold your thighs open so you don't close them whatsoever (not like he'd kill to have you crush him with your thighs)

— though it's very muffled, he will talk about how good you taste, how obedient your being, and even how much he loved you in general.

— "So good to m-me~, doing so well, keep making those pretty noises. Just like that, baby."

— even when hes BOTTOMING, he's praising the absolute fuck out of you

— you'll be riding him and his hands will grip on your hips, begging and trying to go deeper.

— though branch doesn't mention it, he loves giving you nicknames and watching your teary eyes go wide

— praise him once and you're in a secluded area with your legs around his waist

— he's heavily panting in your ear as he's rapidly thrusting into you, skin slapping filling your ears.

— Branch likes to whisper naughty things in your ear while around other trolls, especially when your helping plan something with Poppy

— "Keep bending your pretty ass over and i'm meeting you in the bathroom.."

— one time while he was eating you out, you came hella hard and he wouldn't stop.

— something snapped inside him as he kept looping his tongue around your sensitive clit

— the noises you made alone made him fuck you so hard that you'd barely walk

— which happened btw

— the sight of your face as your eyes slightly rolled back, drool dripping down your chin as desperate moans left you made him go feral

— "Aww..poor b-baby, taking me so well...S-shhhh, i'm h-here..."

— he loves touching you, actually everywhere

— you knew him in his bunker days, so you completely understood why he loves being around you soo much

— ooo, praise him while he's inside of you and he's breeding you on literal sight

— "T-thank you for being so good to me—" he came instantly.

— it's so bad that he overstimulates the both of you that same session

— when you're both done, after care is important in his book

— will not let you go until you've both officially caught your breath

— he'll clean you up the best he can, maybe sometimes giving you a hot bath if he knows your limbs are sore

— after, branch will cuddle you while he reads a book, waiting for you to fully fall asleep before he does.

— "You did so well, you know that? Always have and always will be my favorite person..."

a/n. first post wooo, i'll make an intro later. ILY BRANCH MWAH MWAH MWAH PLS REQUEST BTW

[absolutely-normal-about-x]

Okay but now I've got to ask: what if Axl survived until Legends as well?

But we're here to have some fun, folks!!!!!!!

I gotta do a really big think here, boys

Now, Axl is a very interesting case because you have to consider that he’s not as well known after the elf wars compared to X and Zero. So he can go anonymous the longest.

In terms of his appearance, he’s slightly older but not as grizzled as X and Zero. His armor is slightly altered, but he still has the experience and skills to be in the same ranks as X and Zero. But now he wears a large poncho, a cowboy hat, and currently holds a large rifle on his back, but still holds on to his iconic pistols. He's also the type of dude that pretends his lollipops are cigarettes and cigs are shit, but chewing down a delicious treat while shooting down enemies is such an Axl move in your honor. In terms of personality, he’s a bit more mature and wise than he previously was but is more lax and adventurous. He's the wise, fun-loving uncle!

Like Zero, he also awakens earlier than X and the guardians. So he’s been around before the events of Legends 1. He would have been awakened after Zero, so there is that. It's kind of tricky for me since he has the copy-chip ability to translate that into a carbon body. The best way I can spin this is that Axl is essentially a shapeshifter, but the trade is that he can't copy 100% of the individual's form and abilities for a much more limited time, which also depends on the size of the individual. He can't shapeshift into smaller beings, nor can he shift into larger forms (basically back to a primitive version of his old copy ability but with fewer drawbacks than it used to). But you know that it wasn't limited to him. That's right, baby! His good old-fashioned sharpshooter skills never faltered after all those years!

Like Zero, he became a wanderer, exploring this new world. However, unlike Zero, who normally just stays distant from others, he is doing his own thing. Is Old Axl here? He explores this world and wants to see what it has to offer. He used his shapeshifting abilities to disguise himself in order not to be seen. Always interacting with the world around him, he made a name for himself as “The Gunslinger.”

Going around to different islands and helping people out basically, but as a vigilante, noting that he's not exactly a “digger” like Zero. But boy does he love a good old treasure hunt, though. Eventually, he formed his own little group after he began to mentor and pick up strays on his travels, slowly forming essentially Red Alert 2.0 (probably under a different name). But unlike the original, Red Alert is less like morally questionable guns for hire. They are more of a vigilante group that targets air pirates who start trouble and steal their shit for fun. They have their own set of morals to prevent falling into unfortunate choices (something that Axl made damn sure to never repeat in the circumstances that led to his first family’s demise). He made sure that the group can work without him but he’ll check up with them every now and then.

The interesting thing about Axl is that unlike Zero, he died earlier in the elf wars so he wasn't around when the Guardians were created so he didn't have that same clue as Zero when it comes to Volnutt’s connection towards X in the first place. So it's gonna take a while for him to figure out that X and Zero are alive..

In terms of how he finds out it would've been more of an accident than coincidence, probably in a bar where Fefnir hangs out once a day. Having a neat conversation with the large guy talking about things until some asshole got way too drunk for his own started harassing folks one thing lead to another a bar fight ensues. Lets be honest these two had a blast during the whole fight especially Fefnir like holy fuck this dude is fucking awesome, like his sharpshooter skills are insane he’s never seen anyone with those types of skills…Aside from Blonde Basta- Uncle Zero and his father. Axl compliments Fefnir with that strength of his. Fefnir asked The Gunslinger if they want to spar because he wants a hell of a challenge since most of his opponents aside from his family are just reaverbots or just crooks who barely stand up against him. Axl would at first think about it but realizes he never really got a good fight in years…

“Oh! What the hell sure thing Kid! But first gotta do it with my clear mind first cause can't fight while wasted! Meet me up on the Next island over so we can have a real fight if ya want to invite yer siblings come on down i love to show ya a real challenge!”

“Oh you're on old man!’

“Oi! I'm not that old!”

The next day on the island where the duel is taking place, Axl is waiting for his opponent or well opponents cleaning up his pistols and rifle thinking about how odd that kid was. Reminiscing the good times he had in his previous life, sighing that spirit reminds him of his youth. Then he hears talking, turning around he sees the kid and others and jeez talk about the family. Huh judging of the others he recognizes them from the news along with Fefnir the “Four Guardians if he puts it, but one catches his attention well two. The scrawny blue one who seems the most excited to meet the “Gunslinger” and is talking to that man. He looks so similar to the older man, so that must be his dad probably. It was at this moment he decided to introduce himself to get a good look at the family until he stopped at the Older man…he reacted with the same expression of bewilderment that X does when he's-

“X? X is that you?!” he blurts out dropping his once cool attitude taking off his hat revealing his iconic scar.

The man’s eyes widened, shaking at the sight he was seeing. Tears welling up in his tired yet kind eyes of his..

“A-AXL!? YOU'RE ALIVE H-HOW?! YOU DIED IN THE ELF WARS!”

“Ha! You ya really think it's gonna take more than that keep this son of a bitch down i’ll tell ya-”

Without warning he was hugged by his old friend who got a lil bit too emotional for his own good. Before giving the gunslinger some breathing room. Like damn X changed a lot he looks pretty much rocking that tired dad look…literally even having the dad bod and all!

“Jeez X you changed alot since the last time we saw each other, I get this is a peaceful era and all but damn you way more relaxed is retirement treating ya well?”

X chuckled at the comment “More or less-”

“Umm excuse me” a voice interrupted the conversation between the two veterans looking at the confused Guardians and Scrawny Blue who were standing there awkwardly.

“Dad do you know this guy” Scrawny Blue asked

“Yeah! This is your Uncle Axl”

The boy’s eyes widen with excitement at the man while the other 4 are in bewilderment at this sight.

Holy shit he's an uncle! Damn he knew X is the type to be a parent but damn settling down was not on his bingo list.

“Damn X didnt know you had it in ya! Lemmie guess those Four are your apprentices or something?”

X looked at the guardians and then to Axl laughing nervously

“Ummmm actually Axl…those four…are my children too like…there his Siblings…”

“HOLY SHIT X MY MAN, MY BROTHER, I HAVE NO IDEA YOU WHERE THIS LOOSE-’’

“AXL!! NO IT'S NOT LIKE THAT I SWEAR TO ASIMOV AND NOT IN FRONT OF VOLNUTT HE'S TOO YOUNG FOR THAT!!!!”

“What is happening?!”

“When we will have OUR FUCKING FIGHT UNCLE AXL!?”

To say the least it was an eventful day for those two but don't worry Fefnir got his fight with uncle Axl ... .After X explained what the hell happened after the elf wars and such. To say the least he loves his nieces and nephews.

[rwde-rewrites]

This might be a controversial opinion, but I personally like the idea of magic existing alongside Aura and Semblances. I think the idea of a story having multiple distinct magic systems, especially if one is more powerful and mysterious than the other, is really neat.

But the key word here is "Distinct". In order for this idea to work, the differences between magic and Aura need to be clear. But, there are no rules for what semblances can do (Except not turning you into a bird. That is the sole rule of semblances), and there are no rules for what magic can do either. In fact, it seems like semblances can actually do more than magic in RWBY.

Semblances let people:

Enhance their physical and mental capabilities

Manipulate Luck

Create all different kinds of Illusions

Summon eidolons

Shrink objects

Turn objects into gold (Yes, really)

Telekinetically manipulate objects

Shapeshift into rose petals or iron (Only bird related shapeshifting is banned, apparently)

Absorb various types of energy to become stronger

Teleport

Turn invincible for 60 seconds (This is the weirdest one to me)

Fly

Mess with people's minds in various ways

Steal or copy other people's Semblances

And other stuff I'm probably forgetting

Meanwhile, magic lets you:

Fly

Shapeshift into birds (and presumably other forms, but we literally never see that)

Manipulate the weather

Shoot fire, lightning, and ice.

Create, lock, and unlock weird doors

Obviously, this is doesn't work. Semblances can do practically everything magic can and more. Meaning that magic doesn't feel different or special in any way.

So, what would need to be changed? The most obvious route would be to restrict Semblances.

One way to do this is just create a list of things Semblances cannot do. Such as:

Semblances cannot physically change their user's body. While we're at it, let's also add that Semblances cannot physically transmute other objects either so no shrinking or turning shit into gold.

Semblances cannot create fire, earth, ice, lightning, etc., only Dust can do that (God, I haven't brought up Dust yet). And anything that a Semblance does create is just an Aura construct that will vanish like Weiss's Summons or Sun's Clones.

Semblances cannot grant flight. A bit pedantic, but the scene of Amber first using her Maiden powers by floating into the air would hit harder if flying isn't something normally attainable in RWBY.

While I would like to add more stuff to the list of cannots, when defining a power system based on what is can't do, it's best to keep the list of restrictions short.

Another way to limit Semblances create specific categories that Semblances fall into and have each Semblance be some variation based on their category. For example:

Enhancement: These Semblances enhance the user's pre-existing capabilities in some way when used. This would cover stuff like Harriet's, Neon's, and Ruby's speed (And Ruby's would stay speed, none of that pseudo-teleport stuff), Ironwood's super willpower, Maria's preflexes, Hazel's pain tolerance or fast Aura regeneration (Pick one), and maybe Tock's 60 seconds of invincibility (though I still think that's dumb).

Absorption: These Semblances can absorb damage to make the user stronger. This would cover stuff like Yang taking damage and then getting a limit break, Nora absorbing specifically electricity, and Adam storing damage in his weapon and then returning it.

Manipulation: These Semblances allow their users to manipulate objects around them. This would cover Pyrrha's polarity, Glynda's telekinesis, and Neptune's hydrokinesis (which only exists in the books).

Constructs: These Semblances allow for the creation of constructs made of Aura. These constructs aren't permanent and disappear after time or if the user's Aura breaks. This would cover Weiss's glyphs and summons (though, I personally think these two powers are too different to be a single Semblance), Sun and Flynt's clones, Neo's illusions, Blake's after images, Vine's whips, and Elm's sticky feet.

Mind: These Semblances allow for the manipulation of the minds of other beings. This would cover Emerald's illusions, Ren's emotion suppression (In canon, it only masks your negative emotions from Grimm, but here, it would actually dampen your feelings while used), Fox's telepathy, Yatsuhashi's memory erasure, Marrow's freeze (here, it would be mental manipulation, rather than however the hell it works in canon), and Robyn's handshake of truth.

Any other Semblances in the show would be altered to fit one of these categories or cut entirely.

Finally, another option would be to cut Semblances completely. Instead, have Aura techniques that characters can use by manipulating their Aura in special ways:

Sending out sword beams of condensed Aura from their weapon swings to attack from a distance. THIS IS A CANON TECHINQUE. I want to stress this, Aura techniques are already a thing. Blake shots a sword beam at Roman in V2, and Qrow does the same to Winter in V3.

Leaving behind a physical shadow made of Aura to take a hit. At higher skill levels, these clones can even more and attack on their own, like what Adam did with his shadow clones in the fight against Yang in V6 (Which means that this is also a canon Aura technique, I guess?)

By expending a some Aura, people can temporarily increase their speed or strength in short bursts. Stuff like Ruby's speed would be handled with this.

Aura normally covers the body like, well, an aura, but it can be extended and manipulated. This allows for the creation of Aura whips from the hand or Aura anchors from the feat to duplicate affects similar to Vine's and Elm's Semblances in canon.

Aura can be used to activate dust (this comes from the Dust WoR video, which seems to be noncanon now) and manipulate its effects. This allows for technics like Weiss's Glyphs or that funky glass stuff that Cinder used in V2.

And finally, a secret technique passed down through the Schnee family allows the creation of an Aura construct that mimics a foe the summoner has bested (A mental requirement more than anything). While powerful, it is incredibly taxing on the summoner's Aura.

Here, Aura itself becomes the main power system akin to something like Ki from Dragon Ball or Hamon from JoJo. After awhile, the audience would get a feel for what it can do, but the writers would still have some freedom to introduce new techniques so long as they aren't too out of line with what's already been shown. Obviously, this would limit the collective abilities of Hunters more than any other option (and require the most changes to canon), but in doing so, it would could magic even more notable.

[sardonic-the-writer]

how neat / messy are your sonas / ocs? are they neater or messier with certain specific things?

interesting ask. sorry that it took me a minute to answer it, anon

tracker

tracker is somewhere in the middle. the most normal out of everyone. he cleans if he can, and leaves things messy if he can't. he'll always try to keep his room in the red base somewhat nice looking, lest soldier burst into his room again and yell at him for not being able to bounce a quarter off his bedsheets, but that only happened once

shrimp

this idiot loves clutter. and to him, clutter means a little (or a lot) of mess. it seems like there's constantly an overflowing trashcan somewhere in his apartment no matter how many times you'll see him take it out. he keeps himself pretty clean though. there have been many shows where shrimp has rushed on stage with his guitar with his hair wet from a shower he barely finished. very messy either way

puck

puck is the sort of person who can keep a fairly messy room, but has the capacity to clean up if they want to. the main issue is nine times out of ten is just that they don't want to. russel says it's a side effect of living with a bunch of punks, and he's probably right. they swear for a few years that the only way they can clean is if they're baked enough to simply go through the motions without thinking about it, but everyone pretty much knows that's a lie, considering they're constantly high throughout the 2000's and never have a completely neat room. does help out with cleaning as a group effort, though. it's just their own shit they couldn't be bothered to mess with

cru

cleans up as much as he can. too many freak accidents have almost, or have, happened because he didn't pick up that sponge, or mop that spill up. cru is very conscious of his surroundings, and he does what he can to minimize his bad luck as much as possible; which happens to mean cleaning. sort of the opposite from shrimp though in that some days he forgets to take care of himself (i.e will pop in some gum instead of brushing his teeth) only to be quickly humbled by the universe (and choke on said gum)

quinn

quinn cleans up after himself as a force of habit from being invisible all the time. he wants to remain unseen, which means leaving zero evidence behind that he was even there. in regards to how his home looks, it's often left pretty clean as well, but only because he's never really there. quinn is extremely nomadic, and hardly ever stays somewhere other than charles's school for more than a month at most. so besides the bare minimums, that doesn't really leave a whole lot to be cleaned up. overall pretty neat

ezra

throughout his time in the spn universe, the neatness of ezra varies based on what has happened. for example, ezra is sort of forced to clean up after himself while in baby per dean's request, especially after first meeting each other, seeing as that's deans way of asserting himself. and when ezra first gets his own room in the men of letters bunker, it's decorated with what he wants, but still kept neat. it's his first home in a while, and he wants to take care of it— even if that does fall downhill as he gets caught up in more and more world ending conflict as time goes on

[council-of-beetroot]

PLEASE share some domestic feliks/gil/ivan/tolys hcs. what’s the sleeping situation? what is the cooking arrangement?

Cooking situation

Feliks cooks sometimes but only a few times a week at most. He just really enjoys the convenience of modern day food he can get at a żabka or something. He definitely helps with food prep in particular especially with things like pickling or making sausage or noodles or the likes.

Ivan is very particular about his food and only Tolys meets his standards. He likes things in a certain way.

Gil bakes he does it more for fun and to be all like taste my fucking cookies dipshit rather than here are a dozen cookies baked with love. Okay maybe deep down he's unwilling to admit there's a tiny bit of love.

Tolys reluctantly does quite a lot of cooking but it grows on him a bit even though he may not want to admit it.

Ivan has his few meals he'll cook time to time but not often. It's not like he's a bad cook he just doesn't do it much.

Sleeping situation

Four people in one bed is a lot so I don't see all of them sharing together most of the time. Tolys half the time just falls asleep (or passes out) somewhere random so one of them usually has to pick him up and bring him to an actual bed. Feliks is like a cat in that he either wants to be with one of them or is like leave me alone so I can get my beauty rest do not disturb. He either takes up all the space or almost none of it. Like a starfish or curled up in a ball there's no in between.

Ivan meanwhile usually chooses someone (regardless of how willing they are) and has them sleep beside him and they are low key trapped in his arms until morning.

You know if they are all sharing a bed then Gil probably ends up at some point at the very end of the bed or ends up rolling off the bed and on the floor while sleeping. This isn't because he wasn't all like I'm getting my amount of space on the bed at the beginning or that they said you sleep on the floor, he just ends up there.

Tolys and Gilbert are the first to get up while Ivan is more later and Feliks is just not a morning person at all. For Tolys and Gil, an early morning means a day of accomplishment and getting stuff done Feliks' you might as well have thrown him into a lake by waking him up.

Cleaning

Tolys and Gilbert are the neatest. Feliks tries to be organized and neat as he likes things looking pretty but in reality it usually doesn't end up like that. He has lots of stuff and has a hard time getting rid of it. He also likes seeing his stuff which means said stuff is everywhere. Ivan's fairly neat but he just has a ton of shit everywhere.

Both Feliks and Ivan have accumulated an ungodly amount of tchotchy stuff driving both Tolys and Gil insane. Gil thinks Ivan's stuff looks like it's stuff you'd throw away after your crazy great aunt dies and you have to clean out the house.

Other stuff

Feliks and Ivan bond over daytime soaps. Meanwhile, Gil and Feliks usually prefer reality TV.

[gallawitchxx]

bee youre doing remarkably with your nano writing - i am in awe of you. i see your lil wordcount updates on the dash and i go "!!" or "thats my friend!" or "what how what the fuck (adoring)(supportive)". simply you are wildly impressive, and if you ever wanna share a scootch of what you're writing about - i think i saw somewhere you saying it was original fiction? - i would eat that shit up because im very curious. or if not, that's dope too. the mystery shall continue. ANYWAYS good job i love you keep up the good work okay byebye

RAY BABY 😭🖤

i won't even lie to you, this made me tear the fuck up! this is so lovely & so supportive & so-- it's just-- aslkghalgkh. thank you. just thank you. this really meant a lot. especially because YES, I AM WRITING ORIGINAL FICTION! it's been so strange!

it's been incredibly bizarre to go from writing the boy dolls & feeling good & comfy with it, to writing another world of my own making & feeling totally out to sea & uncomfy with it. it's also been so fucking strange to sit on so many words without sharing. SO, because you asked so nicely... but i'm gonna put them under a cut for purely insecure reasons LOL. what can ya doooo?

i love you thank you please know that anything i write today will be in your honor & with the strength you've given me to continue xx

✨ new york queers with little to no context under the cut ✨

Which is how on Friday night, after switching shifts with Sam for the dear price of three weekend closing shifts, Mol ends up sitting across a hotel bar table from China.

She’s staying at The Standard, an upscale hotel on the High Line in Chelsea, right next to the Whitney Art Museum, which is where China’s “work thing” is taking place. What was said so casually before is actually a big fucking deal. She’s on a panel of people talking about the importance of diversity in art, with an emphasis on queer Black creators. As Mol listens to her share the bullet points of her research and preparations, she can’t help but think that China’s exactly where she’s meant to be.

She’s also absolutely not Anon.

“When I was asked to do the panel, I was dating this photographer. Oh my god, Mol, you would’ve loved her stuff. She was so raw. Worked only in black and white, so she played with shadows. She could make anyone’s body look like it belonged in a museum, I swear.” She swirls her martini—Beefeater gin, dirty, extra olives—between her fingers, her long, braids swirling on the tabletop. Mol can almost still feel them falling onto her back, tickling her sides as China moved behind her, inside of her.

“Anyway, I was gonna try and get her introduced to a couple of folks, use this opportunity to get her in front of some people who hold real keys around here. But we broke up.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Mol says sincerely, her fingers dancing lightly on the sides of her own glass. McCallan 15, neat.

China sweeps a hand in front of her, playing it off. “Ah, that’s okay. Some people just can’t get with the poly thing. I seem to remember you having an issue with it yourself.”

Mol flushes, and she hopes the lights are low enough to conceal it. “It wasn’t my favorite thing, no,” she admits. “But if it works for you, great. I respect it.”

“All you can do,” China says. She takes a drink, her dark eyes never leaving Mol’s. Were her lashes always this long and this inviting? “So what do you do with yourself these days? You seeing anybody?”

“Not at the moment,” Mol says, thinking about how she almost asked China that very question in her first message. “But I guess there’s this one person…”

“There always is.”

“It’s complicated.”

“It always is.”

Mol loves this rhythm, this back and forth, her grin almost vulpine when she says, “I do okay though.” All cocky and confident, like she can get sometimes.

“I’m sure you do,” China replies.

Mol feels a bit lightheaded. It’s only her second drink, so it must have something to do with whatever is fizzling between them. Rekindling.

Shit, she wasn’t expecting this.

“You still writing?”

The question feels like a bucket of ice water being poured over her head. Probably necessary, but startling nonetheless.

“I am,” she says, trying to mask the obvious hesitation in her voice.

“About what?” China asks. She mimics Mol’s cadence, making Mol laugh. Reigniting the spark.

“Funny that you should ask, actually, because I, uh—“ Is she actually going to tell her the truth? Admit that she’s lured her here under somewhat false pretenses? She supposes the answer is yes, as the words tumble out, “I mostly write about my love life.”

China perks up at that, leaning back in her chair. “Essays?”

“Kind of,” Mol says. But after thinking about it, says, “Yeah. It’s all short-form.”

“Interesting.” China leans back in, puts her elbows on the table, her hands clasping underneath her chin. “Have you ever written about me?”

“Yes.”

“Would I like what you had to say?”

“Probably.”

“Can I read it?”

“Sure.”

It’s likely a sickness that she should see a doctor about, but Mol’s so turned on she could combust right there at the table. The table that China is resting on, taking up space like she owns the place. And she could. God, the way she’s looking at Mol right now? Anyone would be hard pressed to deny her anything. The perfect bedroom eyes. So in a way it’s no surprise what comes next:

“You want to come up to my room, Mol? I got a Corner King that’s pretty big for just one person.”

[cutepervert]

ty to @tigertofu for the tag <3 dont have many friends on here yet but i'll tag the people that i can think of off the top of my head, @rreskk @chloe12801 @heisentwerk

Were you named after anyone?

not as far as I can tell. my mom likes to say im named after julius caesar but i think shes lying

Do you have kids?

no and have noooo interest it is simply not for me i think

Use sarcasm a lot?

yes, less so on the internet but irl i do a LOT

First thing you notice 'bout people?

it's hard to pick out one thing because i often interpret the totality of a person (like their vibe ig?) before i focus on any details. this is not to say that i dont focus on details i absolutely do but that's often long after i've determined the person has an interesting vibe based off their outfit/the way they carry themselves/etc

Eye color?

hazel. i think? like a light brown with greenish bits in the central heterochromia zone

Scary movies or happy ending?

hard to say tbh! I like a neat ending (not necessarily a happy one) and both scary movies and 'happy ending' movies tend to have neat endings (or at least neat enough to set-up for a sequel LOL). I like both, it all kinda depends on my mood

Special talent?

oh i struggle so hard with this question... like, i have several things i am moderately good at (writing, drawing, et cetera) but ive never been especially skilled or talented at a single thing like other people are. jack of all trades master of none that's the kinda bitch i am. also sidenote but i think talent isn't real. if it is real it describes nothing but someones desire to practice a given thing which then makes them good at it. nobodys born good at shit. prodigies are fake and they are all lying to u!!!!

Your hobbies?

lol. hobbies... what are those! no frfr i play video games write fanfic and once in a while when i have the energy to set up a workspace i like doing very hands-on sculptural art like papier mache and clay sculpture.

Any pets?

no i wish :( want a cat so bad but our aint shit landlord (who tbf is usually really fine and normal and chill so i guess there had to be ONE THING at least that sucked abt him) said no

Playing any sport?

LOL. no. fuck sports..... except i like watching basketball because those men are freaks of nature in the best way and i like to imagine in ancient times we'd have them do feats of strength like climbing up a very steep mountain face. i just love those lengthy boys. kevin durant especially is such an extruded guy every time he falls during a game (which as it turns out is way more often than i thought) im like okay this time his legs have to have snapped in half. and they dont! probably because he drinks his milk or w/e. takes him vitamines. wild shit. anyway yeah i dont do sports

How tall..?

5'7 last time i checked.... imo the perfect height. not too short not too tall but also not too medium. on the tall side of medium sized. love being this height.

Favourite subject in school?

hard to say bc it depended so much on the teacher but i loved most of my english classes and a good amount of my history classes. history is sooo girlypop to me like we're truly just sharing 100+ year old gossip like it's not nosy as fuuuuuck

Dream job:

i do not dream of labor but i think the ideal job for me is one that doesn't feel like it's sucking 100% of my soul out my mouth (will settle for like 30 to 50% soul sucking) and hopefully serves to help other people through creative expression (because i dont know how to do anything else LMAO). i basically have that job rn but it's still Hard and Annoying so i suppose nothing will ever b perfect

[bonesandthebees]

Opens door gently this time

Soooo i went to reread the last two chapters of stars but then i kept seeing a reference to the previous chapter and next thing you know I've scrolled to chapter 20 😭

Anyways long story short i binged chapters 20-28 of stars today LMFAOOO

I cant believe so much shit happens with no break like huhhh, i thought it was 2 chapters of intenseness but nope 😭 those poor boys really did not get a break till the absolute end ohmygod

I ended up screaming in a lot of the ask i was gonna send so ima just cut it down to the legible parts lmfao 😭

The sum up of the screaming is pre much just: stars sandduo holyshit i love them so much

Every time there was a sandduo scene i felt like my chest was going to explode omg 😭😭😭 i gen forgot how to breathe shdkgkfjdkfjf they just ooohhhhh its just such a good dynamic, also damnnn brooo reading the phil pov today really showed just how similar they are together, the both of them were in such denial over being father son lmfao 😭

BROOO PHIL LEGIT TELLS HIM THAT HIS NICKNAME IS SMTH ELYTRIANS CALL THEIR CHILDREN AND MANS WAS STILL LIKE "nope ✋️" im cryinggg hahahaha

Also brooooo stars crimeboys are So Brothers i cant they make me Sick

Like out of all the crimeboys in ur fics, idk man u just,, did such a good job?? At making them seem like biological brothers. Cause i love found family crimeboys, but that type of brothers is a diff vibe from biological siblings, and you did such a good job at capturing it. I remember reading the first chapter of stars and getting smack cammed by the sheer Brotherness they gave off. They really reminded me of me and my sister (we r also half siblings!! It's cool seeing half sibling rep) eueueueu :( /pos

ALSO I love how you write Techno so much, in all of your fics, you always capture the intimidating aura plus the genuine softer personality and his humour, it's so lovely i love him, holds stars!techno softly, hes sooo skrunkly

I like seeing the parallels between stars and glass, especially the power that names hold in both fics, it's so cool. All of ur fics are so neat

Godddd the crimeboys reconciliation scene is one of my favourite scenes in any fanfiction ever ohkygod my heart hurt so much reading it it was so good holyshit

Im still also not over how Phil was proud when Wilbur one upped him, mans just got destroyed and he was just like "omg thats my son!!! Right there!!!" Im cryingggg i love sandduo so much

I am feeling so emotionally drained (/pos) after all of that tho 😭😭 i just went through all five stages of grief like 8 different times lmfaooo

Im gonna cope by writing my own sandduo (is this healthy? Probably not but who cares, sandduo 4 life ☝️)

rn my mental image is that with your first ask you slammed the door open and screamed and now you're just gently opening it and peeking your head in and it's very funny to me

damnn binging 20-28 in a single day that's so much

literally so much happened towards the end of stars. basically I had a ton of things building up to the crimeboys fight, and once that happened everything was falling down a mountain from there. they literally got next to no breaks.

phil and wilbur are soooo similar it's so funny. like there was a reason everyone around them was like "damn you really are like phil" to wilbur 😭

man that makes me so happy to hear that I did a good job with the bio sibling rep. writing crimeboys as biological brothers is definitely a slightly different vibe from the found family brothers. I don't know how to explain it, but it definitely feels different for me to write. thankfully it's not something I have to think about much. it's a natural shift that's easy to switch to (which is a bit ironic considering I myself am an only child lmao)

aaa ty for the compliments about how I write techno!! out of sbi techno has always been the one whose characterization i struggle with the most. I've definitely gotten more comfortable writing him over the years, but back when I was writing clinic i was SO stressed writing that one on one scene with him and tommy. I think one of the biggest issues I have with the way a lot of people characterize him is how they forget his humor. techno is funny, and will crack jokes even at inappropriate moments. obviously I have to keep the tone of a story in mind which is why techno isn't cracking very many jokes in stars, but he still has his moments of levity which i think are really important to him as a character.

can you tell I have a Thing for names and the roles they can play with vulnerability and trust. I just love exploring that concept man idk why

phil being proud of wilbur using his Voice on him was one of the earliest planned things about stars I had. sooooo satisfying to write oh my god

tysm for all the kind words though I'm so glad you enjoyed your reread!! have fun with your own sandduo :)

[thebigmandownstairs]

rant about my roommate

i try really really hard to be patient with her, because i know why she is the way she is. she grew up living with her mom, who is the type of person to yell at everyone to get out of the house, and go on a mad cleaning spree, and would get pissed if anyone did anything in a way she didnt like. because of this way of growing up, my roommate is absolutely awful at cleaning up after herself, because her mom would always do it. shes never lived alone, shes never been in an environment where she is forced to realize that all of the mess around her is hers. its easy to think, when you live with roommates, that a smaller percentage of the mess you see has been caused by you than is the reality. you forget who put what plate in the sink, or who took out the trash last, it makes sense. so i try really hard to be patient with her. i try to implant tidbits of life advice into her brain because she doesnt have a ton of common sense (she is very smart though). i try to teach her things like not putting parchment paper in the oven, using thin glass on the stove will lead to boiling hot broken glass everywhere, leaving the door open to the balcony overnight lets bugs in, etc. but shes really pissing me off today especially. this morning i heard her break something glass (olive oil bottle) and my first thought was, oh shit, im going to end up cleaning this up, and i think im right. i had to close the balcony door that she left open, i had to clean up ash from incense that she burned without using an incense holder (she put it in my plant >:-/ ) that she just let drop on our coffee table, and i almost fell on my ass from the olive oil that she didnt bother actually cleaning up. she cleaned up the pool of it, but she didnt bother to wipe anything down to make it not slick as shit. so now my floor is slippery, which i would be surprised if she actually bothered to do something about. also she didnt even bother to pick up the towel she used to wipe it up off from the floor. side note, on saturday i cleaned the kitchen after doing a good bit of baking, loaded the dishwasher, and left a few things in the sink that wouldn't fit. in the time it took for the dishwasher to finish washing the dishes i had in there, she managed to completely fill the rest of our 2 basin sink with dishes. i left a sticky note with a ? on it on the towel on the floor, because what the hell????? and she put it on the sink and added an arrow pointing at the dishes from when i cooked last. i cant believe that she has the gall and audacity to get on my ass for 1/2 a sink of dishes after i have cleaned up after her nasty ass time and time again. i cant count how many dishes ive pulled out of the sink, how many pieces of silverwear ive had to pick up off of the floor, pieces of produce that ive picked up off the floor that she doesnt bother to do anything about after they fall when shes cooking, or how many times i have had to pile up her shit into one corner because she treats our living room like an extension of her room and leaves her school stuff, clothes, and shoes on the couch. i hardly even end up cooking because our kitchen is constantly nasty. i commend her for cooking so much for herself, but i want to bash her head against a rock becuase of her piss poor ability to realize and give a shit about the fact that she is sharing a living space with another person. i know that to her im probably a neat freak, but im really not. im not above leaving dishes in the sink, or leaving spills on the counter when i really just cant be fucked to do it, but i dont leave my spaces gross because i dont walk around with my eyes closed pretending like the trail of gross i leave behind me doesnt exist. fuck. i dont feel like im being unreasonable, like holy shit realize other people exist and are affected by your actions

[tillman]

A lot of thoughts about how galehaut could never recognize lancelot after like. U know. Everything happens. Hes just a completely different person in every way but I dont think that would matter too much. Tbh. Because lancelot even at the end of everything is just kind of a sad man who has never been treated like a person ever since he was younger and galehaut is galehaut and wouldnt care if he had killed him in a more personal hands on manner lol. Which makes me normal. But whatever

[blueprint-han]

soothing — lee felix.

pairing — felix x (gn) reader

genre — fluff.

word count — 1.9 K

warnings — the reader has hair long enough to braid, other than that, 

note — husband felix brain go bzz bzz <3

“Whoa—” Felix immediately lifts his coffee cup into his hands when you plop down headfirst on the sofa right next to him, groaning in relief as the soft couch fabric surrounds and engulfs you. You throw your bag onto the floor, squirming your way out of your coat before doing the same with it. Felix giggles, the motions you’re adopting to try and not move from the couch but still get yourself a bit more free looking way too funny to the other person.

Your hair is out of it’s ponytail that Felix had surely seen you leave in, and completely disheveled, as though to prove how tired you truly are. Placing his coffee cup on the center table, he scoots closer to your sprawled out figure on the couch, biting his lip to hold back his laugh, but failing to do so.

“Hello to you too, welcome back!” He says all happy and smiley, which you can clearly hear in his tone. His voice instantly brings you some calm, and you sigh, pulling yourself out of your comfortable position to give Felix what seemed like the most adorable expression your husband had ever seen. Your shoulders are slouched yet they seem stiff, as though you’ve been housing tension in them all day. There’s a pout on your face, directed towards Felix for indirectly making fun of your actions, but he knows it’s not serious.

“Hey, I’ve had a terrible day today. Cut me some slack.”

“I can see that,” Felix points out, reaching out to push away the hair that falls over your face and restricts your eyesight. Your eyes immediately flutter shut, and you lean into his touch, almost landing headfirst in front of Felix’s lap if he hadn’t started giggling again in that awfully serotonin-inducing tone and propped his hand against your forehead.

“There, there. Why don’t you go to our room and sleep for a while, hm? We’ll order takeout today, if that makes you feel better.”

Mm, yes. Pizza. Comfort Food.

“That sounds good…” You smile dizzily, still resting the weight of your head against Felix’s hand. Then, you open your eyes, meeting his soft ones and let yourself admire the beauty of your husband for two seconds. He’s been growing his hair long nowadays, and that long hair is tied into a neat ponytail behind him. His smile is as bright as ever. It’s the kind of smile that makes you want to cry and tear up, but also makes your heart flutter whenever it’s directed at you, or literally anything.

His eyes twinkle when they meet yours, and you let your eyes trail over the freckles littering his skin and nose. He’d still be in his makeup most of the times when you’d get home, so this sight is definitely an invited one. You had to admit — to you, there was nothing more beautiful than Felix’s beauty without any makeup, or filter, or editing. He was best when he was himself, his smiley, cute, adorable self. The only one who could make you feel calm without even doing anything, the only person who could make everything seem better with just the smallest gesture.

The only person who made your heart flutter the way it did right now.

You breath in before leaning closer to him, giving him an expression he knew very well. Even after two years of marriage, he could still never not melt whenever you gave him puppy eyes, or whenever you tried to act cute for him to give you something.

“Okay, I know that look-” Felix shakes his head and laughs heartily, leaning toward you too and squishing your cheeks. 

“Pleaseeeeee~” You drag, scrunching up your face in the way you knew your husband would give in to your advances. “I’m tired and plus you petting my hair whenever I fall asleep on your lap is very soothing.”

“Okay, but only on one condition — you go change and freshen up before that.” Felix points to your formal clothing, and you huff in disapproval. “Not going to lie, you smell- kinda.” He makes that cute scrunchy face that you can’t help but malfunction over, even though he’d just teased you.

“Alright, fine.” You roll your eyes playfully, getting off the couch and slouching your way to your shared room, letting yourself change and wash your face. It does make you feel a lot less tense and relieved, but all in all, more excited to fall asleep on your husband’s lap. His touch is always gentle, like a violin bow sliding off it’s strings to produce gentle, calming music.

When you come back, Felix has already cleaned up the couch, the blanket that was sprawled on it now neatly spread for you to tuck yourself into. Obviously, this wasn’t your first time falling asleep with Felix on the couch — it happened more often than one would think it would, to the point where Felix insisted there always be a pillow and a blanket on the couch. The pillow is placed against his lap, and he’s already finished his coffee up and scrolling through his phone.

When he feels your head softly land against his lap, he smiles to himself, placing his phone away and immediately tangling his fingers into your hair as you pull the blanket on top of you, tucking it under your chin and snuggling yourself all warm and cozy against him.

“There, doesn’t that feel a lot better than slithering around in your work clothes?” Felix asks, placing another hand on your thigh to rub small circles into it. 

“Yeah, it really does.”

When Felix starts running his hands through your hair and drawing soothing patterns on it, your whole body immediately feels like it’s melting into the couch. The warmth from the blanket combined with the magic his hands possessed was enough to push you into a deep slumber, until a question pops up in your brain, and halts your train to slumberland.

“When was the last time you braided my hair?” you ask, any signs of your sleep vanished all of a sudden.

“Huh- that’s sudden.”

“Just something that I remembered.”

“Hmm, I guess it was in the early time of our marriage? I don’t remember doing your hair after that, to be honest.”

“Ooh!” You perk up, turning to meet Felix’s gaze. “Why don’t you do it now? I’ll get the comb! One second-” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Felix pushes you back onto his lap, smiling brightly at your eagerness. “What happened to hey I’ve had a terrible day and I'm tired?”

“Like I said, your hands in my hair is always soothing, plus, my hair's a mess and braiding it would be better.” You push his hand away, running over to your room to fetch the comb before scurrying back to him. You sit down at the couch in front of Felix, pushing the comb into his hand and facing forward.

Felix smiles fondly at you, his heart pounding at your excitement for something so small. He’s lucky to have such a wife, really. A person who knows him truly, a person who loves him for who he truly is on the inside, and a person who can always find happiness with him in the smallest things.

As for you? You’ve lucky to have such a husband. Such a bright, outgoing, empathetic person. You’ve been really blessed to have someone as pure hearted, kind and lovely as him. You’ve been blessed to be the woman he finds his happiness with.

“Okay…” He runs the comb through your hair, and owing to its effect, instantly, your eyes flutter close when he places his hand on top of your head. There was something so exquisite about his touch, it was so soothing. It was like a soft feather running against your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake but always led you to feel relaxed. 

Once Felix has smoothed down your hair, he begins braiding it, and you're already half asleep at this point. It’s like a warm cocoon of love and pure adoration for each other is surrounding the both of you, lulling you into the blissful intimacy of just being with each other and sharing this comfortable silence.

You can hear Felix’s laugh and it pulls you out of your trance. You then realise that you’re almost close to falling asleep on Felix’s knee — clearly, you were still sleepy regardless of your excitement.

“Y/N, you’re leaning to the side.”

“Didn’t I say your hands were soothing?”

Felix blushes. He still can’t help but feel shy of your reaction to his touch even after so long, especially when you’re so direct and open about it. He ignores the heat rising up to his cheeks, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your hair and forehead before combing through it again and gathering your hair into a ponytail.

“Okay, just stay straight until the first two plaits, and then you can sleep.”

“Mmmm, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep myself up for so long though. This feels nice…”

“Y/N, come on!” Felix slaps your shoulder slightly, feeling himself blush even more. Of course, you can’t see him because you’re facing forward, but you can sense the overly chirpy, bright tone he’s speaking in. You’d be the first to know about your husband that he gets very shy when he’s praised for anything.

“Okay, okay fine. But do it quickly.”

Felix hums in reply before running his hands through your hair one more time, gently crossing the sections of hair over each other over and over again. The room is filled with a soft, quiet comfortable silence — one that Felix loves a lot. He wants nothing more than such soft and pretty moments, such lovin moments with his wife.

As he braids, your body leans more and more to his knee, and by the time he’s done, your cheek is pressed cutely against his thigh, your eyes closed shut in slumber. He quickly ties the end with a hair tie, and silently stares at your calm figure snoozing on his knee.

“So cute…” He thinks, not being able to hold back his smile as he lets himself admire your sleeping figure for a quick moment, before mischievously poking your cheek.

You whine at the intrusion, squirming around and you’re almost about to fall asleep again if it isn’t for your husband being a little shit, poking at your cheek again.

“What is it?” You whine louder this time.

“You’re gonna sprain your neck.” Felix says as a matter-of-fact.

“Ugh, okay fine… you’re gonna have to give me more of your ramen for disturbing me.” You pout, lifting yourself up before crawling into the blankets and lying down on Felix’s lap again.

“Hey! Who’s the one who ignored their sleep and got their poor husband to braid their hair?”

“You say that like you weren’t just blushing two minutes ago, sunshine.”

Felix has no words for that, and ends up stuttering. You giggle in victory, tucking yourself into the blanket once again before fluttering your eyes close. You bask in the calmness of the surroundings, letting yourself revel in the feeling of warmth that seeps through you.

Except, one thing’s missing.

“Hey!” You call, snapping your husband out of his admiring gaze. He doesn’t know when he got so engrossed into admiring your beauty, but nonetheless, he can’t stop himself from feeling warm internally when you pout once again. 

“Your hands.” You rub your head against where it’s rested against his thigh, a frown on your face due to the lack of, to quote you, soothingness.

So cute, Felix thinks again in awe, tangling his fingers into your hair before finally, finally watching you drift off to sleep peacefully.

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[ravenadottir]

this ask got me thinking about what would be the best love tropes for the li's outside of the villa. if the characters were freely written, i think these would be the best tropes for them, or i can see it happening but can't write them lol

bobby. the "fake relationship". this boy has "let's pretend to be together but later on i'll totally fall in love with you by accident" because that's just his entire personality, ESPECIALLY if mc is doing it to make someone else jealous!

lucas. the "forced proximity + enemies-to-lovers" combo. listen! lucas and mc being enemies and getting trapped in a situation such as storms, blizzards, malfunctioning cars or elevators, or in the middle of nowhere after begrudgingly agreeing on sharing a car... it's perfect! anything that gives you the boy you "hate" in a place you cannot escape, there's an enemies-to-lovers about to happen! lucas is perfect for this because he's such a little shit when he wants to be. sarcastic, irritable, tough appearance, all those factors make for a great deep talk later on. he'll share those secrets and reasons to be such a tool and have mc doing the same. it's a combo but i stand by it!

noah. the "belated love epiphany". realizing he loves her on the very last minute is soooo on brand for book boy, and i frankly think IT APPLIES to the game as well, which is... ¬¬

ibrahim. the "opposites attract". i like this one because he's definitely looking for someone really specific. he doesn't really think outside of the box when looking for a girl, and i like the idea of him falling for someone who's loud and authentic. a girl that despite not being his ideal is still the only one for him because of how different they are. it's the famous "you complete me" kind of thing, and if you chose to be a loud person during his playthrough, it fits PERFECTLY! he brings shannon back but later on realizes his heart belongs to someone he would never think to be the one.

gary. the "suddenly a parent". a one night stand becomes a huge responsibility, and through parenting they discover love. CAN YOU PICTURE SOMEONE MORE PERFECT FOR THIS THAN GARY? cause i can't! he's always partying and having numerous one night stands so it just falls into place having him in this particular scenario.

henrik. the "opposites and the inescapable place". getting trapped somewhere, especially if one of the two people involved has the skills to survive there???? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? stranded in a deserted island with henrik is probably the only movie you could ever have about him that makes sense! mc could be a glamour girl that doesn't know squat about things and takes pride on it, and henrik is pretty self explanatory! it's the situation that helps them get together for good, and they realize they don't have to be the same person to fall in love.

carl. the "second chance". he'll be emotionally unavailable for a while and that will cause a hurtful environment. a breakup is bound to happen and i love the "i revised my choices and life, and i realized i needed to make some changes" kind of thing. i think it fits so well with the character fusebox gave us, and we were stolen from a huge potential!

kassam. the "notting hill". i don't think kassam usually hooks up with fans. i can see him saying things like "it feels weird because i know they're just into an image and not me." BUT, in a situation similar to the movie "notting hill" it would be such a wholesome meet cute. he's just trying to escape a crazy fan or a paparazzo. she helps him and they have a certain spark while waiting for the right time for him to skedaddle. eventually he comes back because of course they had a really nice conversation... i just love picturing kassam in a scenario where his heart melts enough to go after her.

marisol. the "unattainable". hear me out. if both mc and marisol thought about the other as someone who would never give them a chance, you got yourself a pretty neat trope for this romance. at first glance they seem really different, and if this encounter happens in school or work, i can see both being into each other but thinking they're not good enough to chase it.

lottie/hannah. the "love triangle". more specifically including the two girls with mc.i would love the drama of having two close friends fighting for mc and the crumbling of the entire situation once the choice was made. not only the acceptance of the romance between mc and one of them, but the distancing from the third party.

priya. "the discovery". priya is straight until cmm, and from that i think it's fair to assume that trope is perfect for her. a drunk priya partying and hooking up with mc "just for funsies", only to discover she's bi and falling in love with the girl, reluctantly. she can't stop thinking about it, and after some soul searching they end up together. i would just change the timing to months and make mc someone priya doesn't know. it's a one night stand that becomes a romance.

elisa. enemies-to-lovers. what i thought elisa's route would be, a slight competition between them for something or someone, until they realize the reason why they fight so much is because they are actually attracted to each other. there's definitely a moment of reflection when they get to talking about it and start noticing things in common. it's a beaten to death trope but like... for friends. or a man and a woman; but i think it would be so much more interesting to see two girls realizing they don't care for the guy but for each other.

[kinokoapologist]

reasons I think Tommy joining the Eggpire would be Neat

1. Gives cc!Tommy the chance to play a villain, which I think he’d fucking kill it at

2. I’ve said in a couple of posts how I think the Egg, and more specifically characters’ reactions to it, works pretty well as a metaphor for ignoring one’s own trauma, and well... *gestures to c!Tommy*

3. Look me in the eyes and tell me Tommy being on the same team as Antfrost, Punz, Ponk, and freaking BadBoyHalo would not be the funniest shit in the world

4. The Angst of c!Sam having to watch another person he cares about fall under the Egg’s control :)

5. The Angst of c!Puffy having to watch another person she cares about fall under the Egg’s control

6. Depending on whether or not c!Wilbur would be revived at that point I would be fascinated to see his reaction to c!Tommy getting possessed. Will he take it as a confirmation to his self-loathing fueled belief that he and c!Tommy were never good for the server? Will he dismiss the Eggpire entirely since he quite literally knows its not the end of the world? Will seeing his former friends and loved ones fall under the control of an eldritch parasite be the thing that motivates him to start Giving A Shit again after a decade of apathy in the void? Will said apathy and self-loathing cause him to fall victim to the Egg as well?

7. Puts c!Tubbo and c!Tommy on opposite sides of a conflict for arguably the first time. Yes they’ve had falling outs, but they’ve also always had a common enemy (usually c!Dream). How will c!Tubbo react to one of the enemies he’s fighting being c!Tommy, especially after having just gotten him back after grieving for him for the second time? Also, if c!Tommy is part of the Eggpire and its vines start spreading to Snowchester, that would put c!Tubbo’s loyalty to c!Tommy and his loyalty to his family in direct conflict

8. Maybe c!Tommy being involved will get c!Technoblade to actually start taking the Egg seriously as a threat lol. Seriously though I think Syndicate vs. Eggpire would be very fun I’d Like To See It

9. Speaking of the Syndicate, c!Niki’s reaction. She’s only just started to realize that her anger at c!Tommy was misdirected, how would she react to him being possessed? How would c!Jack react, given his reignited anger at c!Tommy following their fight at the hotel?

10. While writing this I remembered c!Tommy’s line in one of his most recent streams where he talked about how he missed the days when he just got to follow someone else’s leadership because it was so much easier than what he’s going through now and uhhhhhhh... Yeah. Lot To Think About There.

11. Seriously though can y’all imagine the flavor. The drama. Official unofficial "hero” of the SMP (whether he likes it or not) gets possessed and starts working with the season’s big bads (no pun(z) intended) to take over the server. For all of the conflicts he’s been a part of over his time on the server, c!Tommy is also the one who got everyone to team up to take down c!Dream. Like c!Ranboo said in his stream after c!Tommy’s death, c!Tommy made people think. He makes people care about things, because he never stops caring. c!Tommy doesn’t have the charisma or intimidation skills of other characters, but he’s good at bringing people together. Would that give him a leg up in pulling more people over to the Egg’s side? Or would we see c!Tommy unite the server once again, this time to take him and the rest of the Eggpire down?

TL;DR: Egg!Tommy when

[chaotic-kitty]

So if we had to pay 50 stars to unlock each character ending for CTC, do you think we’re going to have to do that with the new story too?? It was a shitty move making us pay to begin with, especially after such a short story and it was made worse by the fact that it was 4 character endings, which meant that it came to 200 stars all up. I mean I know why they did it, by making it short and all one route they needed to make money somehow. It was purely a money grab. But that makes me wonder if this is going to become a regular thing? Have a (small) main story with all the characters instead of specific routes, then make the players buy the ending they want. I really hope that isn’t the case, they’re beyond treading on thin ice at this point. If they did that, they’d pretty much lose the rest of their players most likely.

I am also annoyed though, with the way they set the story up to make it look like it was another poly story, (which I thought was really neat! I love poly stories!) but to have it end by picking a specific character ending. It’s so stupid. And it throws the whole story out. Like all of these people like you and your character is set up to like them back and you can romance everyone but oh, wait! You now have to choose who you love more. It’s ridiculous and makes things more complicated then they need to be! (And by doing that it means we have to hurt the feelings of other characters too)….

…And in my opinion, it was yet again luring people in with one narrative then changing it once you had our attention (and money). It’s not cool my dudes. I don’t like being forced to choose between characters when you’ve set the whole story up to be able to romance everyone. When it’s like LL (among others) where you have your intro and then your specific character routes, I’m fine with that. That’s cool! That makes sense! It means each character gets a decent amount of screen time and bonus scenes ect. And it also gives room for natural relationship progression & character development. Instead of being forced into a 7 chapter story with 3 other LI’s where everyone is meeting in chapter 1, and practically engaged by chapter 3, and has solved all their problems and is a whole new person by chapter 6. *cough cough* Tess *cough cough* (that being said, if you’re a female LI, a 7 chapter story with rushed feeling and like 2 seconds of screen time with the LI is all you really get🧐)

But yet again, they’ve had so much potential with a story and have proceeded to shit all over it just so they could fall back into the stereotypes they seem to love so much and so they could make money. What’s the point of all of their talk about diversity and breaking the mould and stuff if they continue to keep themselves locked in a tiny little box where their only option is to just keep on rewriting the same story/characters over and over and over again? It’s so limiting and sad. Makes me wonder how much freedom the writers and artists at nix hydra truely get.

If you’re gonna make a poly route. Make a poly route! If you wanna make separate character routes. Make separate character routes! Stop making things harder than they need to be. And the luring players into new stories under false pretences? (looking at you IOE! Not being able to romance Billie??) can we leave that here? Please? It’s getting ridiculous!

[after-witch]

Emotional Loan [Yandere Ransom Drysdale x Reader]

Title: Emotional Loan [Yandere Ransom Drysdale x Reader]

Synopsis: You shouldn’t be this nervous about telling your boyfriend that you want to transfer to a college out of state. Ransom is nothing if not generous with you--so why is your stomach in knots?

Word Count: 3144

notes: yandere, sexism, emotional abuse

You shouldn’t be this nervous. Really. Ransom has been nothing but generous with you, and in turn you’ve been patient--maybe too patient, maybe too forgiving, sometimes--with him. It’s only fair that he extends that patience to you, especially with something as serious, as important, as your future.

So why does the thought of telling him about your plan to switch to a new college make you feel like you’re going to throw up?

You puff out your cheeks and stretch your arms across the breakfast table, leaning down and wishing you could ask someone else to tell him in person. But the thought is ridiculous, and you push it away in favor of rehearsing what you’re going to say for the millionth time since you made up your mind.

You will tell him about the need to change your degree if you want to ever be in the contending for a museum curator position in the future. You will tell him about the fact that the best place to get this specific degree, the one that will put you right in the open arms of the internship that leads to your dream curator field, is in California. You will tell him about the apartments you’ve already inspected. You will tell him about the fact that he can visit anytime, that you will visit him, that you can text and video call and vacation together. You will tell him that you love him and you want to make this work.

You will tell him all these things… and yet. Yet while you can rehearse the words, rehearse how you’ll push your printed out papers showing exactly what you need to do and why towards him so he can see you’re telling the exact truth, you can’t rehearse how Ransom will react. You try to imagine, but all that comes up is a blurry, grey blank.

Is he going to freak out? Get pissed? Or worse--not care at all? Maybe you’ve overestimated how much Ransom has invested in this relationship. Maybe he’d rather cut you loose than deal with a long distance relationship. Maybe the second you mention that you’ll be moving to California, he’ll be mentally checking a list for someone local to hook up with the minute you’re gone.

You’re not sure which reaction would scare you more.

But you don’t have much time to think about it, because you hear him padding down the stairs, hear the din of some video he’s still watching, probably whatever he put on while he was in the shower. You can’t bear to look up, and you thumb aimlessly, nervously around your phone’s apps while you listen to the sound of him scraping the eggs and bacon you’d cooked onto a plate.

He plops down in the seat across from you and you glance up. He catches your eye and gives a tight-lipped, tired smile. He was out late. But he’d texted you about staying out late earlier in the evening, so you didn’t feel you had the right to be mad--that’s the condition you’d given him, after all, when he’d accused you of being controlling. When he’d called you a nag and accused you of being jealous of other women, women he had no feelings for.

“I just want to know when you’re going to be out late so I don’t stay up half the night thinking you’re dead somewhere.” And so he did--let you know--and you swallowed down your feelings of suspicion at his late night adventures.

Maybe… maybe this is a bad time to tell him. Maybe you should wait for a day when he’s had more sleep. Maybe you should run your thoughts by someone else, get a second opinion. You’re focusing on the table, on the light from the phone screen, anything to avoid looking up and starting the dreaded conversation.

“What’re those papers for, babe?”

Shit.

Your hands tremble just a bit when you set the phone down, and the way it vibrates against the table mimics the way your stomach feels right now. You suck in a breath and look up, but you can’t make eye contact just yet and you push the words out, stumbling and breathy and rapid, without stopping to breathe until you’ve said your peace.

“Ransom this is really hard for me but we need to talk about something and I don’t want you to be mad but I need to change schools if I’m ever going to get a shot at a curator position and the best school for this is in California and I know it’s going to be hard but I love you--I love you and we can make long distance work if you want and if you don’t want well--well I don’t know what I’ll do then but I just wanted to let you know now because I’ve got to turn in my application next week and please please try to see this from my point of view because it’s all I’ve ever wanted and you know that.”

You take a shaky breath and hold your hands together on top of the table, clasped and shaking from the adrenaline and anxiety coursing through you. You look up at Ransom with trepidation, hoping that he’s not mad--or indifferent.

But he’s neither. He simply looks… confused.

He simply stares at you for a moment, a dumbfounded expression on his face as he processes all of the words that just came rapid-fire out of your mouth.

“California?” Is all he says, finally.

You take the opportunity to push the stack of printed papers towards him. “These are… it’s… well, emails from people in the industry, some important articles about getting positions at museums. About where you have to go. Oh, there’s apartment listings there, too.” You even printed out detailed information about the qualifications for acceptance, and put them in a neat little table next to your own academic and experience record. You were a shoo-in, and you didn’t feel the need to be humble about it.

He grabs the stack and starts thumbing through, not saying another word as he seemingly thoroughly reads everything you’ve printed out. Your stomach feel like floating lead, heavy and flipping. You can’t tell what he’s thinking or feeling, and he’s not giving you anything but a concentrated look at he looks through the statements, the listings, the plan you’ve outlined so neatly.

He finally sets the stack back down and simply stares at it for a few moments. Taking it in. Taking his thoughts in. Finally, Ransom looks up at you and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach drop. He doesn’t look mad. He looks--and you hate it--disappointed, sad even.

“Look…” He sighs, eyebrows lifting as his gaze drifts away before settling back on you. “I’m not going to lie and pretend I’m okay with this. I’m not. Jesus, babe. California? Four years?”

“It’s no--” you interrupt, but he holds up his hand and you stop.

“But. But, but,” he lightly pounds his fist on the stack of tables, an almost nervous gesture in your eyes. “It’s what you want? What you need for your career? There’s no other way for you to get this--” he waves his hands around, “museum gig you’re after?”

You nod, unable--no, afraid--to speak, in case your voice is too tight with emotion.

“Then I guess I can deal with it.”

“What?” You blurt the words out.  You expected… an argument. Or for him to blow you off, make it seem like you weren’t serious. Or, as you’d admitted to yourself earlier, for him to throw you away and find someone who wouldn’t make him wait around. Not… acceptance.

He laughs at your reaction and your stomach feels lighter, the tension in your body starting to fizzle away. “

“It’s not like I have to worry about getting the money to come visit, right? And hey,” he continues, “if you need someone to put in a good word to this school… maybe throw some cash at a dean or something…” He raises his eyebrows, wiggling them a little in a way that makes you snort.

You lean forward and nab one of the lukewarm pieces of scrambled eggs from his plate and pop it into your mouth. “Since you’re offering to help, I could use someone to check over my application…”

**

The envelope is too small. It’s way too small. Why did they make the envelope so damn small? Maybe the acceptance letter was sent on its own, and all of the other information--the giant packet telling you where to send payments and sign up for courses--would be sent to your email. But the thought of checking your email and seeing nothing makes you feel sick, so you keep your phone next to you on the table.

“You gotta open it,” Ransom says, soft and casual. He doesn’t move from his place beside you on the sofa, watching you with a neutral look. He probably knows why the envelope is too small, but he won’t say the words out loud--just like you won’t. If you say it out loud, then it’s true.

There's nothing else for you to do except confront the truth, and you rip open the envelope and pull out the folded paper with far too few printed words on the page.

Rejected. Outright. Completely. Not a fit for the school or the program.

If you weren’t sitting on the couch, you would have fallen over. As it is,  you feel like the world is collapsing, like the sofa underneath you is melting into the floor and taking you with it.

“I don’t understand.” You can only manage to whisper, voice small--reflecting the way the rest of you feels. Small and falling and stupid.

Ransom takes the paper from your hand, and you don’t bother keeping a grip on it. You register the fact that he’s put an arm around your shoulders, but you can barely feel it through the numbness of rejection.

“What the fuck,” he says, voice louder next to your ear. It makes you shrink in more, even though his anger isn’t directed at you. “What the fuck.”

It’s you want to say, what you would say, if you had the strength. The energy. But the absolute, complete way that your future has suddenly become an unknown blank has left you stuck and heavy.

It doesn’t make sense. Your transcript was perfect--should have been perfect. You should have gotten in. You got top grades and references from professors and a list of relevant experiences that most students wouldn’t have until the end of their degree.

“I’m going to call them and find out what-the-fuck,” Ransom says suddenly, getting up with a jerking motion and walking towards the kitchen, where his phone rests on the counter. “No,” he says, clicking his tongue. “Better yet. I’ll call my grandfather. He’ll know how to convince this so-called top school that they made a big mistake.”

The thought makes your head spin. “Ransom, don’t.” You’re not a child. But you feel like one, like you just failed a math quiz and your dad is calling to find out why the teacher doesn’t know the quiz answers from his ass. “You can’t just call a school and make them accept someone.”

Your legs feel wobbly when you stand up, and Ransom practically swoops back to your side to hold you steady. He leads you back down on the sofa and you feel yourself accepting the loss, accepting that your dream is gone, or at least altered.

He squeezes an arm around you when you finally begin to cry, and for the moment you feel better, less worthless, less hopeless. It was just one rejection. One egg. You can’t put every egg in one basket, as they say.

You rest your head against his shoulder and sigh into it, enjoying the warmth and closeness. A feeling of luck pings at your heart. You’re really lucky to have a guy like Ransom. He’s not perfect, and sometimes you fight, and sometimes he does things that hurt you, but--are you perfect? Do you do things that hurt him, too? Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, and don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

With comfort comes clarity. The world isn’t ending. Your future isn’t blank. There are other options.

You feel almost perked up when you speak: “I guess I can apply to other schools. Maybe it won’t be the exact one I wanted but… there’s some in Chicago, even Michigan, that might work.”

Ransom’s arm tightens around you, slightly but firmly enough to notice.

“Babe, you’re not serious.”

You pull back enough to look up at his face.

“What do you mean?”

You can see Ransom fighting with his annoyed expression, trying to soften it up. You dimly recognize that you should be grateful--you know how snarky he can get with others when he’s not putting on a filter.

“Your transcript was fucking impeccable. I saw it! I sent it in for you! And you still didn’t get in. You think these other schools are going to accept you….” He trails off, leaning his head back, looking disappointed of all things. Disappointed in you? Or the school?  You can’t tell. All you know is that it makes you feel low again, like you’re nothing, falling into the floor with a sense of worthlessness.

“I’m not tryin’ to be an asshole,” he says, and there’s a flicker of doubt in your mind about the truth of that statement. “I’m just trying to be honest. I don’t want you to have to deal with getting rejected from all those other schools, too. You know what I mean?”

You swallow down against the tightness in your throat. “Their standards might not be as strict. I know they’re not as strict. I could get in.”

He looks down at you, the same intense gaze from the morning that you told him about your plan on his face. The gaze that let you know he believed in you and would do anything--even go long distance for almost half a decade--for you. A gaze that let you know he was serious, honest, giving you his thoughts with an open heart. “Keyword. Could.”

It’s like a slap to the face.

“Are you saying I’m too stupid to get in anywhere?” You start to pull away, but his arms don’t let up and so all you can do is turn your head away, cheeks hot with humiliation. “Don’t you support me?”

“Jesus, no--and Jesus, yes.” Annoyance is bleeding into his voice and you wish you’d just ripped up the envelope and avoided the entire conversation. You keep your eyes on the floor, humiliating tears blurring your vision as you stare at the sliver of a stain from soda that you never got out of the cream colored rug.

“You are the smartest chick I know,” he says, voice a little softer, now. At least he’s trying to stop being an ass. “Seriously, you are. Maybe you’re just a--a different kind of smart. A  kind of smart these schools don’t give a shit about. Do something here with that smartness, then. Stay where you’re at. Fuck, talk to the dean and tell them you want to to an independent degree or something. But don’t get your heart broken a million times when you could just make the most of what you’ve got here.” He squeezes, affectionate. “What we’ve got here.”

It’s not what you want. It’s not viable. You can’t get to where you want to be if you stay where you are. But he’s right--he’s right, isn’t he, because if you can’t get into a school with a nearly picture-perfect record and recommendations and experience oozing out of your ears, will there be any school that accepts you?

And if you stay here, Ransom is here, and you’re already in school here, and maybe you won’t get anywhere near a curator position (but you want to, it’s your dream, why give up on your dream?) but you can do something else, surely. Ransom will help you, like he always does. You might fight and argue and sometimes it gets intense but he always lends you a shoulder to cry on, doesn’t he? He’s always honest with you, even when it hurts. Even when it hurts like this, crushing and disappointing and sharp.

He pulls you closer to him, and this time you don’t fight as you rest your head back on his shoulder.

“So?” He starts to gently stroke your hair, the way he knows you like it.

You nod, sniffling against the last of the tears, unable--afraid--to say anything. 

“That’s my girl,” he says, before gently flicking your forehead and reaching for his phone. “Hey, let’s go see a movie tonight. My treat.”

You nod against his shirt, unable to do more than mumble back, “Okay.” Okay, okay, okay. It’s a soft, unceremonious end to your California dreams.

[raspberryhell]

rqg?

[ID: Two screen shots of asks, one from varyathevillain saying "RQG for the blorbo and co ask meme, because *you knew* one of the people would send it to you" and one from cerulean-devil saying "for the ask game... RQG >:3". End ID] GAY PEOPLE...

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

SO MANY of the LOLOMG are tied for first favorite character, and it kinda fluctuates every few weeks, but right now it would def be Hamid (with Cel as a close close second) Just a pathetic little guy who is also a unconceivably powerful dragon who just lives in my mind constantly :)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

putting AZU in this category, she is so big and friendly and i wish everyday that she was real and giving me a hug. she is so full of love and is SO pink and strong, also she is black and bi, like oh my god there is just so much about her to love and care her so much <3<3<3 (the cuteness aggression comes in when I have to draw her armor lmao)

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

SKRAAK!! I especially love him in the context of all the other kobolds like, you hear Skraak come back in the Inn and think "oh hes so jaded from going through so much shit" then all the other kobolds start to open up on the airship and you realize "oh no, they all went through this, but are all still goofy, it's just Skraak who's like this" and THEN he starts to open up as he travels with them to Other London and you think "oh he IS goofy, he was just putting on an act to seem more like a leader to the others" like... Skraak Has Layers And I Just Think Hes Neat :)

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

hhmmm nothing really springs to mind here that wouldnt fit into the scrimblo bimblo category just as well, but maybe Brutor? because funny enough I've had some really deep thoughts about this character that is Just A Dog and then Just A Dude and then Just A Dog again, but idk if anyone actually cares, I'm just an over thinker and a huge dog person lol

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

I'm so sorry, but it would have to be Eldarion... I know shes mean and evil in a very real way that off-puts people but also....... she is mean and evil in a very real way that off-puts people 🥺🥺🥺 also theres enough canon implication to read her as being in-lesbians with Curie which gives her bonus points in my book <3

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Hamid also falls into this category... I had some issues with how his character arc was going for a while there and would kinda genuinely make fun of him, but now that I know it all comes out in the wash after the epilogues, I feel better doing even more light hearted bullying of his character now lol it comes from a place of love I swear!!!!!!!

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Character That HAS Been Sent To Super Hell: Bertie, also I hate him for the crime of having a name that is SO CLOSE to mine (close friends call me Berrie) to the point I have actually typed out his name instead of mine (and vice versa!!) many times now abdjdnfdj