#and i can't wait to see what the fuck is going on with the imposter and all that shit

[ladsofsorrow24]

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[prael]

Perks

Kinktember Day 10: Mirror

Twice Mina x male reader smut

words: 4,108 Kinktember Masterlist

Do you ever look in the mirror and see someone who isn't you?

It was a simple question—if a rather loaded one.

"No," said Mina. "No, I don't think so. Not in a bad way, but maybe in disbelief of who I've become. Sometimes I expect to see the same person I was almost ten years ago. A simpler me. Maybe a more nervous and afraid version of me. That sort of thing."

"My therapist told me that was imposter syndrome," you said. "It's common, but it's pretty fucked up, the way we act like we're lying to ourselves."

"Have you thought of seeing her again?" Mina asked.

"God, that'd be awkward, don't you think?" you responded.

Mina paused, holding a glass midway to her mouth as if thinking, 'Between you and her or you and me?' Then she seemed to decide and smiled to herself, "Right."

Mina never erred into the intrusive or tactless. It's why you never have the impression that she is nosing around your life, because she gives you all the leeway to share only what you wish to share. And maybe that's why the both of you have lasted this long; in this arrangement, you found this unique level of trust, and you dare say it makes you damn good together.

"Our friend over there at the end of the bar looks like he can't take his eyes off you," you told her without looking up from your drink, not to draw attention. Mina chanced a discreet glance from the corner of her eye.

She quirked an eyebrow at you, "So? Feel threatened?"

You laughed into your drink before taking a mouthful of it, and then you told her, "I was about to get up, but you know that as soon as I do, he's going to come over."

"Of course, he will," Mina grinned into her own glass, then tipped her chin back to get at the last of it. "You go ahead to the room, I'll let him down gently." She patted at the front of your suit coat, above your breast pocket. It was a playful gesture. She had barely touched you all night until then.

"Early morning tomorrow, Mina, don't waste too much time now."

Mina smiled her "oh-shut-the-fuck-up" smile, before tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear and running her fingers through the thick long black strands. You smiled to yourself and signalled to the bartender.

It's been a long day, and tomorrow will be longer still. Hotel bars had become a sort of ritual for you and Mina, you share a drink the day before you close a deal, half in premature celebration and half as a good luck charm.

And the thing is, Mina is a flirt. Through and through. Charm and wit. It works on clients, and it's an asset. The only problem is, it worked on you. It wasn't difficult to recognise your attraction for what it was, and she obviously took notice of it too. And you, well...

You're a professional, so you would never, ever let yourself act on it. This is why you returned to your room, alone, and why ten minutes later you heard the door open to her (conveniently joined) room. You're professionals, if you're going to fuck, at least you try to hide it.

The adjoining door opens. Oops, did you leave that unlocked? How silly of you.

"Sorry about the wait. Didn't want to seem rude, you know." She leans against the doorframe.

"How long after I left?"

"Barely a minute, he did the whole 'You-look-familiar' bit, so I humoured him..." Mina cocks a smile of arrogance. "For a minute. Before, you know... Letting him down gently."

"Did he go quietly, then?"

"He tried to ask me if I was sure I wanted to be alone." She shakes her head slowly as she saunters forward. "I was sure. Sure about coming up here and riding you senseless. Didn't tell him that, of course, just up and left. Anyway, for tomorrow, I was thinking—"

"Let's rewind to that part about riding me senseless, shall we?"

A playful smile takes to the corners of her mouth. "Let's."

You climb up from the bed, your shirt hangs loosely from your body, no tie at the neck and untucked from your trousers. "So, would you say it's going to be more of a—"

"If you are going to finish that with some terrible sex metaphor, I will kick your ass so hard." She kicks off her heels at the door. That long black dress she wore earlier is long gone, replaced by the lightest of sheer black chemises and a pair of little lacy black underwear.

"Kick my ass," you tell her, placing a hand on each of her hips. "Sure."

"Be quiet." She whispers it before she kisses you, deeply and softly. The sort of kiss that makes you forget yourself. Your arms circle her waist, and her arms rest on your shoulders. You savour it, the smell of her perfume, the taste of her tongue, the feeling of her hands trailing across the skin at the nape of your neck.

But in due time, that kiss breaks apart. Her hand trails down the front of your dress shirt, button by button, she has undressed you so many times now that the motion seems so familiar, and practised, but she still takes her time in doing it, as though with every undone button her anticipation is built upon.

You place your hand against the curve of her hip, thumbing gently, with feather-light touches along the black fabric, her small waist and wide hips, firm and round and so shapely in just her lingerie—your hands could have found no better resting place.

As you slip out of your shirt, Mina slips the delicate straps off her shoulders and the skimpy piece falls away from her body like petals around her feet. Mina is bare for you, save for her panties. Her tits might not be as big as her ass but your mouth still waters at the sight of them.

"Look at me." You love it when Mina demands that, love how she smiles with smug confidence when you have nothing to do but oblige her. Mina turns herself around, and your hands slide down, down the generous arch of her back and cups around her round, firm ass.

"Oh, come now," you can't help but tease her, "How very complacent of you, to think my eyes would look at nothing else but you. You know that I am a man of refined culture." You knead at the ample flesh in each palm, so soft. "I am very clearly an admirer of the finer things in life."

"How very romantic," she laughs, sliding down her underwear with a shimmy of her hips before placing her palms flat against the wall. "Go on then. Enjoy the art, like the cultured man you are."

There is something intoxicating about watching her there, propped against the wall, naked for you, your cock uncomfortable in your trousers. You unbuckle the clasp of the belt, then, in the pause, you approach, letting a single finger trace up the arch of her spine, leaning closer to her neck to whisper, "Not right here. Look over there, the mirror."

A floor-to-ceiling mirror, to be specific. She smiles a devilish little smirk. "And what of it?"

"Mina," you tell her, pressing the front of your trousers against the curves of her body, against the supple flesh of her ass. "I want to see all of you when we fuck. Every beautiful detail."

Mina purred, content. "Spoken like a poet..."

You land a solid and deliberate smack against that big ass of hers, and she lets out a groan. "Don't let it go to your head."

Mina let out an effectual moan, knowing fully how it tempts you. You roughly press your body against hers as she does it. Hooking both your arms around her naked form, you pull her to where you want her, right over to the mirror.

"That's it, take me like you want to." She presses her hand flat against the mirror, pushing back those delicious curves against your body once more. You force down your slacks and underwear until the cool air envelops you, at least until you push against her body once more. You cup both your hands at her full ass, slipping your stiffness between the cheeks and rocking back and forth. Mina is biting her bottom lip as she looks back at you in the mirror, and you look at nothing else but her deep dark eyes, her face framed by that long, dark, glorious hair.

"Your ass. This. This beautiful, beautiful thing of yours, drives men wild, drives me wild," you breathe out as she rocks herself back into your groping hands and your hard cock grinds between her cheeks, slow and methodic. "Drives me a little bit insane."

She deepens her bend, lowering her shoulders level to her ass, and her face presses against the glass. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip again, peering over her shoulder, a shameless erotic, willing for you to take her in the most raw and depraved way. You can't deny the effect it has on you, and it has you raising your right arm, palm poised to land another satisfying spanking to her ass.

The crack rings out through the room, and she lets out a soft, sweet little, "Oh!"

You wrap a hand around her, over her stomach and down between her legs, reaching for her sweet, slick cunt, and find her soaked, wet with arousal. Wet for you.

"Fuck, you're so horny," you utter hoarsely. You drag your fingers through her juices as you drive your stiff cock over her tight asshole, so much teasing, maybe too much, perhaps too tortuous. You groan into the shell of her ear. "You get so wet for me. So wet. You need it so badly."

She moans, grinding back against you and circling her hips as if it could ease her pain. Half teasing, half goading, she says, "Maybe you should stop fucking playing around and do something about it."

She hisses when you drive your two slick fingers inside her without warning, pushing deeper in one smooth motion, as you mutter into the crook of her neck, "Impatient, aren't we, Mina?"

"Just fuck me."

In response, you slowly withdraw your fingers. She gasps against the mirror, the palm of her hand curling flat into a fist. Her words get you harder as she tries to wiggle her ass and spread herself, desperately trying to draw your dick to the slick pink centre of her sex for you. She doesn't care anymore what this does to your discipline, doesn't care at the prospect of you breaking, turning this into a savage, ravaging of her body; what matters only, at this very instant, is that she gets filled and fucked, fast and hard.

Finally, you give her that. Draw your cock out from between her cheeks, sliding the tip down between her legs, feeling the moisture that glistens on the swollen lips. You don't bother to strap up, or even ask, it's long since established that raw is how she likes it.

Slowly, you push forward. Mina sucks in a breath through her teeth. You know by the arch in the small of her back, the little trembles, that it is taking all her concentration and willpower not to throw her hips back, to force you to the hilt.

You bite the edge of her shoulder, and a shiver travels down Mina's entire body. You pull out, a little, before driving forward a little further.

"You feel..." you groan, your cock feeling like it was engulfed by satin. You sink a little further. "Fuck."

"Mhm, go on," her eyelashes flutter as you begin to take her, in this raw, animalistic way. "Tell me how it feels."

"Every time is like the first time," you continue, sliding in slow, then deeper, bit by bit, until you're all the way in and her big, round ass is pressing hard against your abdomen and her thick thighs against your legs. "You feel warm and slick and tight and wet, and oh, God..."

A sudden thrust forward as her greedy cunt squeezes the length of your shaft. A delicious whimper that sends blood to your head. A long, shaky groan slips from the both of your lips. You buck hard into her ass and watch as it ripples at the contact. "Ah! There, yes. Fuck," Mina moans.

There are two of her, perfect reflections, two Minas taking a rough pounding from behind. Each little expression on her face, each beautiful feature is visible in the reflection. And behind that her body ripples just like the one below you, and she whimpers, helpless as you penetrate her over and over.

"F-faster." She whines. "Harder. God, fuck, fuck me harder."

Mina has always liked it a little on the rough side, so you grab a handful of her hair, ball it in your fist, and pull. "Tell me, how does it feel?" You rear her head back so she has to look at herself in the reflection and tell it to herself. You pick up the pace, beginning to relentlessly pummel her from behind as you bury yourself into her tight heat as deep and hard as you can.

"So... Ah! So good." You yank her hair again, making her ass tense, making her gasp. She pants hard, short and fast as the force and strength of each thrust get stronger. "I love it when you... fuck me like this." Her chest begins to heave up and down. She raises her ass even higher for you. "When you—God, ah! Ah!—make me want to scream..."

You feel that incredible warmth building and swelling in your abdomen as her sex drips around your shaft, and it is so hard to slow yourself down when her ass slaps against you in perfect sync with your every motion, when Mina's knees shake, when her desperate moans urge you to never, ever stop. Still, you would like to do a little something before she orgasms all over your cock.

You roughly jerk out of Mina, pulling away abruptly with no warning.

"No, no! Don't stop!" She cries out immediately, her greedy body already missing yours. The flush at her neck spreading, blossoming down—her shoulders pink. "No!" She whimpers as she tries to throw her pussy back against you.

She cries out so pathetically that she doesn't protest when you roughly turn her around and lift her by her thighs, allowing her to wrap her legs around your hips and sink her to the hilt onto you. You sink her down and up and down again and again, bouncing her on and off of your aching cock in front of the mirror, gritting your teeth to keep yourself from finishing the moment her tightness wraps and flexes around you.

"I'm gonna cum so hard, I swear, I can feel it," she gasps in time with your rough pounding, arms holding onto your neck tightly, fingernails digging into your shoulders. "So close, don't you dare stop."

The harder and faster you go, the louder and harder she screams, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. She digs her heels into your back, pushing down against you so there's nothing left for either of you but pleasure. You pound hard and heavy into her, chasing her orgasm, and when that perfect heat grips all around you and consumes you entirely, there is nothing in the entire world that compares to it—to this. The thought that very soon you will be cumming inside Myoui Mina.

It is that pure bliss, that power and sense of total control, of giving her such pleasure that you're left moaning along with her, revelling in this wonderful mess. Your bodies are sticky and tangled and you just start to let it go. Filling her pretty cunt as you have so many times before.

You grit your teeth and struggle through the overstimulation, taking satisfaction in how the trembling in her legs persists, her breathing ragged and body shaking. Doing your best to fuck your load into her—she's just so into that sort of thing—you don't think that there's anything, truly, that is better than this.

Not when Mina whimpers as she weakly presses her nails into the skin of your shoulders and when she knows not how to stop trembling. Your limits are worth pushing for a woman like her.

But even then, limits are ultimately undeniable. Her full weight in your arms, your knees weak, your legs tire beneath you and finally, as you plant a series of gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder, her mouth gasping, her nose against your cheek, you give in and fall to your knees. Mina's back leaves a mark of where it was once imprinted against the glass.

"So..." she laughs breathlessly into your ear as you sit with her on you. "Do you think management has any idea how often we fuck during these trips?"

"I imagine that if they found out it would be both of our jobs on the line." You hold a hand on her lower back, keeping her upright and then place your mouth on one of her breasts. Her nipple is firm, you suck on it and run your teeth over its delicate surface. Mina keens with her mouth falling open and her lashes fluttering, a small quiet "ah" escaping from the back of her throat.

"Guess we better stop," she jokes, breathing out in a chuckle and gently, pushing your forehead away from her chest.

You chuckle dryly into her neck, wrapping both arms fully around her naked body to pull her closer. "Something tells me you won't really be able to help yourself."

"Punishingly handsome, smart, a sense of humour—" She reaches down to where your half-soft cock is planted within her cunt. "—Great cock, excellent fuck" As though it were some sort of sales pitch. "No. No, I can't help myself."

"Is this about next week?" you ask.

"They never split us up, we're a team, so why would they send you with her instead?" Mina rocks her hips slowly on your lap. You groan into the crook of her neck.

"It's a one-off, Mina. In two weeks we'll be travelling together again." You wrap your arms around her soft, warm skin and run them down her back. "Another hotel, another set of adjoining rooms."

"Yeah," she sighs as she lazily continues her grinding. "Or, we could... See each other outside of work, you know. Like normal people do."

"We're far from normal, Mina." You let out a soft sigh as you start to harden inside her again. You pull at the small of her back, urging her on. "We're having our fun, right? It works. What reason is there to rock the boat?"

Her arms move up your chest and onto your shoulders. With that same teasing voice of hers, "There's always room for more fun. More sex." Mina pushes hard on your shoulders, and you fall back into the soft carpet. Mina is above you—over you—all-powerful beauty and you want nothing more than to grab her hips and drive up, and into her. Her hair falls over her shoulders and down her arms. Her pert little tits beg to be held. Her face, with flawless skin and those few prominent freckles, is decorated with a filthy smile.

"Two weeks, Mina, two weeks and we'll be back to doing this." You caress the silky soft curves of her sides. "Two more weeks, and then it's a real long trip. Just me and you."

She's visibly more excited, and she rides you harder now than just a gentle grinding and you hear the little wet sounds of your cock plunging into her cum-filled pussy over and over again. Her breasts bounce beautifully, and finally, you do cup one in a hand. A playful glimmer dances in her eyes, along with the lust haze. Mina's wet thighs slap against your hips, the sounds are vulgar in the best way.

"I'm going to fuck you every single morning and night for the whole trip," you tell her, and her grin widens. "Then you won't want for a thing."

Your words only seem to encourage her more, to fuck you harder and harder. She's riding your cock wildly but never has her eyes left yours. She fucks like she does everything else; with every fibre of her being, her passion is unbridled and intense. And oh, when she whimpers, it makes a hot current run straight to the end of your spine, it gets the heat in your head pulsating. That's just what Mina does to you.

"Two weeks without me. You're going to be so frustrated, Mina, so needy. You're gonna make me a promise."

"Mhm?" she gasps.

"You're going to wait for me," you say. "After tonight, for whole two weeks, no cumming."

"No," she says through clenched teeth. "Absolutely not."

"Yes, Mina, absolutely."

You clasp your hands on her hips, slowing down her speed. "Promise me."

She almost struggles to find her voice. "No way. I can't!" Her hips fight against your hold, she fights to drag her cunt over your cock and just feel the pleasure you're denying her. Mina grits her teeth, and the pain is evident on her face. "Okay! Just please fuck me now." She twists her body, trying to release from your hold.

"Promise."

"I promise. I promise. I promise!" Mina squeals, nearly shrieking as you soften your grip and thrust up into her quivering, wet heat. You let her fuck you again and she picks up right where she left off—frantic and wild. She leans in to kiss you deeply, and a little whimper spills from the corner of her lips. "Fuck. Cum inside me again."

The eagerness with which Mina rises and falls on your cock, her pussy taking in all of you, demands only one thing. Cum—the mess of you both—spilling over and running out, all over you and the floor and ruining the hotel's carpet.

"Yes," her voice cracks, high and soft, "Oh fuck. Fuck. God, I'm gonna cum."

It's good, your hands gripping her body firmly, matching her pace, and taking the chance to look behind her, at the mirror, where you can see your cock bury in and out of her again and again. Slipping up below her ass that ripples beautifully every time your hips meet.

Mina cums not even ten seconds later. With an eruption of screams louder than you've ever heard, shudders all over, and more fluid spilling between you both. She's struggling and you feel it. You slap her ass and follow with a groan of words halfway between an instruction and a plea. "Don't stop."

She doesn't stop. She sits up and throws herself back, reaching for something to balance on. A hand against the mirror, her legs spread and her body present to you, she fucks that pretty pussy down onto you so fast, she's struggling to maintain the rhythm but her nails are curling against the glass, her brows are pressed so tense together, her body shakes all over and a cry comes again from that lovely mouth.

She cums again like this as if it's a show for you and what a fucking show it is. Her legs tremble so hard they lose purchase and you begin lifting yourself up into her and the sight, the sound—her sounds—and her perfect body is making you buck and press harder into her. You've become so mindless, so desperate and hungry for her body. You can hardly keep yourself from spilling into her for a second time. But not yet, you think. Not yet and not there.

Mina's leg buckles. She fights for air. "Can't," she chokes out, breathless and shallow. Nothing left to give you. She slips from her perch, collapsing to the floor, leaning against the mirror. Her dark hair matted with sweat, her pale skin gleaming. Her expression is dreamy. "On me. Just finish on me."

On Mina, a work of art. Over her pretty face, or those luscious tits, or that soft tummy. Over that thick, firm and oh-so-perfect ass, or those equally tasty thighs. Maybe even just glaze over her messy cunt. Her eyes flicker as she looks up at you, and you have a decision to make.

"Anywhere. Cum wherever you want."

[adams-angels]

Insecure Adam x reader! like he's insecure about his face because Eve and Lilith abandoned him

Oh this was too fun to write. Insecure boys 😳🥵

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

Imposter syndrome

Adam's a nice enough guy. A bit too cocky for your taste, just straight up vulgar at times. So when he asked you on a date you initially said no thanks. And he took it well or so you thought.

Internally he was freaking the fuck out. He hated rejection. HATED IT. It made him feel small. His chest collapsing in on its self. He quickly hurried away from you. You wouldn't see him for weeks maybe even months.

The next time you saw him is mask was slighty different. The LED brighter, more golden. The horns bigger and pointer. It was a small change but you notice.

"hey, Adam?"

"what's up, sweet tits."

"uh, your mask. Is it new?" You ask with a smile.

He gets a shit eating grin. "Yeah. You noticed?"

"yes, well, I tend to notice things." You replied playfully.

Adam took this as a good sign. You must like his new mask! You must like him! "Soo... What are you doing later?" He checks his nails, not giving you any time to reply. "I know this tight place. Only the best get in... I could... I don't know. Take you? If you want?"

"oh, well, I didn't have anything planned. So.. sure, Adam." His feathers puffed up in delight. "Cool. Pick you up at 8, sugartits." And that was it. You were dating Adam, the first man, the original dick.

You've been dating for about a year. You've gotten to the point of spending most weekends at each others apartments. And you noticed Adam will always have his mask on. He'd walk into the bathroom shower and come back with it on before anything else. He'd wear it during sex. Even to eat! You didn't even understand how that worked. You remember one time coming over and having to wait outside for 5 minutes because he needed his mask on. It was honestly getting annoying. You wanted to see his face. Especially when getting intimate. To feel his real lips on your body. Well, tonight was the night you decided. You were going to ask him to take off his mask.

You were cooking dinner while Adam was sat on your couch watching tv.

"Adam, sweetie... Can I ask you something?"

"sure thing, sugartits." His eyes not leaving the screen.

"why do you always wear that mask?"

His heart dropped, palms immediately went clammy as he shoots you a look. "What? Don't you like it?" You put down the knife you were using to chop up the vegetables for the meal. "no, of course I like it. It's just.." you walk over to the sink to wash your hands. "It would be nice to see you face. Like your real face?" You couldn't see but his hands clenched his robe so tightly his knuckles were turning white.

All he heard was static from then on, thoughts circling his head. What if you laugh at him. What if you leave him. What if you hate him. What if you're so repulsed by him you- "Adam!" You were crouched in front of him. He didn't even notice. "Huh, what?"

"you like.. froze? Are you okay?"

"tsk, yeah. I'm fuckin' Adam. I'm always okay, bitch." He leaned back in the couch putting your his arm over the back of it.

"well, I was talking and you stopped responding.. if you don't want to take your mask off you don't have to." He didn't even know you asked.

"psht, I'm not bothered. If you want me to take my mask off just ask." He rolled his eyes then looked away.

"okay... Can you take off your mask please?"

He froze again, his eyes dart to you."s-seriously?" He scoffed. "Whatever. You want it off you can take it off." You stood up. "Okay." Your hands reached down to his mask, he started pushing himself away, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as your fingers curled under neck. You got up to his jaw before he pulled it back down. "I'M NOT READY! I'M NOT READY! PLEASE!" You snatched your hands away as his gripped onto the horns holding his mask in place. "Adam?"

"I'm not... I can't do it. Please don't take it off..."

"I won't. I promise."

"I'm sorry.." his voice cracked and it broke your heart.

"no, no, don't be. You don't have to be sorry." You put your hand on his knees for reassurance. "When you're ready. Okay?"

"okay.." his wraps his arms around you, pulling you on to his lap. You both just hold each other. Until he's ready.

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 9 thoughts:

Not enough of my daughter. Where is my baby girl? Though I do enjoy getting different PoVs. It'll work for a little bit.

Weld is neat. Didn't feel great about him at first but he grew on me. His scene with Vista made me love him. He's a good kid. (He should probably have learned Aegis, Gallant, and Browbeat's names before talking to the team the first time though)

On the note of that scene - THEY HAD A THERAPIST THIS ENTIRE TIME? The Wards had a therapist available to them and no one was having them see said therapist after 3 of their teammates died? Piggot is so bad at this.

Me reading Flechette's chapter with the aim of making her gay as I have done with everyone else: "Oh wow this is a really easy one!"

I wanted to see more of Parian sooo badly after I first saw her and I'm so fucking glad this is how I see her! Flechette and Parian are wonderful and I hope they get gay married and retire together.

Me saying that probably highly increases the chance that one of them dies in the future.

I'm very glad Flechette gave up on Shadow Stalker. I like Flechette and she shouldn't have to deal with that asshole.

I feel so bad for Clockblocker. He's just a kid and his dad is dying and that sucks. I wanna bake him some cookies or something.

The professor of that class was so clearly identifiable as "one of those professors". All "up until now you haven't had to think, but in Parahumans 103 you'll need to think and I'm not gonna baby you yada yada". It's still just a 100 level course dude, geeze. Get off your high horse.

Clockblocker and Vista are siblings and I love their dynamic.

Despite me feeling for these kids some, the second the Travelers started clowning on them I was enjoying the shit out of myself.

Fucking Trickster is just so much damn fun. His powers are cool and he really lives up to his name. I love him.

Glory Girl getting rocketed off into the sky by Ballistic had me in tears from laughter.

Kid Win has ADHD. I was sure Kid Win had ADHD before I even started on the Kid Win chapter where he says he has ADHD. Someone get this kid some Adderall. And some therapy for all that self doubt and imposter syndrome.

Kid Win also didn't even hesitate to illegally spy on Chariots personal computer by hacking into the wi-fi, so that doesn't give me great confidence in the Wards following rules. Or any heroes. I'm sure that won't ever come up again though.

These Slaughter House Nine guys I'm sure won't be a big deal. They won't do horrible things to hundreds of people. Gonna be taken care of by heroes off screen during the next arc. No worries at all!

Vista joined the team when she was 10? The superhero team that has to deal with death on a semi-regular basis and terrifying violence all the time. That team. She joined it when she was TEN?! Shitty system you guys have here!

Saved the best for last - SHADOW STALKER GETTING FUCKING MEMED ON BY MY WONDERFUL DAUGHTER! (And my daughters friends)

God I wasn't sure about her chapter at first. She is so mean and I didn't necessarily want to spend a long time in her head watching her be mean. But then my daughter showed up in a swarm of bugs and fucked up a bunch of Nazis and I knew everything was going to be ok.

The instant Shadow Stalker started to follow Skitter I knew she was gonna get fucking wrecked. I don't know why I knew, maybe I just know my daughter well enough. But no matter the reason I was so happy to watch it happen. Wasn't worried for Skitter at any moment cause I knew she was gonna bitch slap this asshole.

Just. Damn I fucking LOVE watching my daughter just be a goddess of bugs and go to town.

I could keep going about Shadow Stalker getting absolutely destroyed for who knows how long, so I'll just have to stop myself.

And we see a new person with the Undersiders, did Aisha get her powers? I'm so happy for her! I can't wait to see what they are.

Imp is a great name and it's kinda fucking bonkers it wasn't taken by somebody else already.

Did I mention Shadow Stalker getting clowned?

Cause she did.

Just completely baited and then my wonderful baby girl even got to tase her. I'm so happy for her. Sometimes a little violence is the answer.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Goddamn, the tension in this show is going to kill me.

Those interrogations were really powerful! The acting of all of the victims was so damn good. And props to Idol Factory for pushing back against the common bullshit around how both male and female SA victims are treated.

(That said, I cannot wait for the day shows stop using lie detection in their storylines, because that stuff is total bullshit and bad science.)

So, who is this magic granny/young lady?

At current count, we now have invisible shrub dude, water dragon/Naga, Freen mermaid, possible imposter Freen mermaid, and a magic prophet lady?

I knew it was just a dream from the start, but fuuuuuuck. When they really get around to it, I'm gonna just die.

Although both Tharn & Phaya getting increasingly horny and frustrated with each other is also hysterically funny to me.

Nam! Love her, love her character.

Is it me, or is Wit kinda sus? He's always being shown in the background, but he doesn't really talk.

Omg, this moment.

Phaya knows Tharn is attracted to him, but he was not prepared for this depth of feeling.

LOOK AT HIS FACE!!

YOU ARE KILLING ME PHAYA!

Also Tharn, you total doof.

You are in love with him, dummy.

So Phaya now has confirmation about Tharn's visions...and feelings.

I'm actually glad they put this in, otherwise Phaya's persistence could come across as a little too much? But now he knows for sure there's something mutual with him and Tharn.

I knew the second Chalothon was ok with Phaya coming to dinner, he was going to play mind games. He did it in such a smooth way too. I can't even be mad at Phaya for believing it, because he knows Tharn & Chalothon go way back. (Also, Heng is rocking this, I can't wait to see him go full villain at some point).

And this is clearly such a weak spot for Phaya, because he already worries about what the dreams mean for him. And his feelings for Tharn make him feel extra vulnerable. Other people thinking he is crazy is one thing, but believing Tharn does hurts.

He's very in his feels right now (with a hefty dose of sexual frustration), but hopefully once he has time to think, he'll realize that Tharn having visions would make him the last one to call Phaya crazy for the dreams. Plus Tharn is just too good of a guy for that.

This better not be another fucking dream next week, lol.

This show is so gooooood. I am unwell.

[venturethighs]

I'm thinking about what happens after the fic I wrote where they fuck you inside their pyramid after you get trapped and it rips the stitches to your legs.

And it just so happens– that even after all that trouble– they kept some of the traps around just in case you ever... wanted it to happen again... for whatever reason... a cursed mummy can dream, right?

Well, after you went and got your arm from the morgue it just so happens you felt like stopping by again– unfortunately limbs take a little longer to obtain than you'd like to, so it's now a couple of days after your little accident with them.

And they were completely right about saying that they'd clean up the place.

Not only is the dust gone, but they actually started... decorating? Everything looks... just a tad more modernized than it did previously. It seems like they're becoming slightly more comfortable in their skin (wraps?) after the whole ordeal.

Which is great! You're happy for them.

The cutest part was they even got a surgical sewing kit with various colored wires in case you ever needed patching up. They even keep it extra cold inside the pyramid for you– zombies can't necessarily rot, but the heat is much more unbearable. Not to mention the bloating and ripped stitches. Corpse stench isn't exactly attractive, either.

Though, they would never mind considering they are a corpse themself. And... seeing you vulnerable was a massive turn on. Not that they would mention it– but you already know this, even if they didn't say anything.

They love to trace your stitches with their finger whenever you two are cuddling on the couch (you even can't believe they even got one in here? You'll have to ask about that later). You have them damn near everywhere– your neck, your chest, your stomach, every single socket– fingers, toes, legs– you name it, there's at least five stitches to go along with it. They will never miss a single one. They enjoy taking their time to map out your body inside their mind. Where are you most sensitive? Does it hurt anywhere? Do you have organs under there, or are you lacking them just as they are? Which stitches are loose? Can you handle stitching yourself up or would you like them to do it...?

So many questions. None of them asked nor answered. Not yet, anyway.

They find that– much like living humans– you're sensitive in the same places they would normally be. Multiple deeper, more ingrained stitches stray behind the fabric of your shirt and shorts that they would love to see some day.

But how much did they feel like waiting?

Even though you two... did what you did... they didn't get to see you in the full light. And although they've got damn good night vision, they can't help feel that curiosity rising in the back of their mind.

And the truth was... feeling their hands roaming across your body was not only massively hot to you– it's insanely comforting.

You don't like to think about the reason for your reanimation, and the horror written on everyone's face when they saw what happened to you. How many humans did it take to rebuild you when your remains were so eroded? What all was left of you? A brain. Aren't you just an imposter borrowing body parts? You're not you. You're just a brain, hoping to look as close to yourself before death as possible.

"But that's not true."

You hadn't realized you were crying until they wipe your tears from your face.

"You're [Y/N]. Parts and all. Or lack of them..."

You move to cup their hand and nestle into their touch.

"I don't have a single part of me left outside my physical body– but I'm still me. The spirit inside me is... me. You know?"

"But I don't have a spirit anymore. I'm just a corpse barely held together by electricity." You pout.

Gods. How adorable– the way your lip lightly curls with your frown. And your heterochromic eyes still have a shimmer of something deep inside despite the fog that clouds them.

You are here despite it all. That's more than enough for them.

Besides, it's not like they can't relate.

"I don't care about that." They argue. "You'll always be [Y/N] to me. Soul or no soul."

They pause for a moment.

"And I love every part of you. All the parts of you. Every last one."

Their thumb delicately brushes against your lips and you give it a small kiss.

"Even the stitches...?" You weakly smile.

"Especially the stitches." They snicker.

You can't help but laugh.

"You only like pulling them loose so I can't run." You joke.

"I like doing that too–" They lean in and place a kiss to your lips. "But..."

One more pause.

"I like it more when your legs are wrapped around me." They admit.

Your face lights up lavender. They don't break eye contact. Once more, they are so close to you that the scent of spices and incense are inescapable. Suddenly, their free hand snakes underneath your shirt and their fingers brush against everything holding you together. The stitches on your chest seem to be exceptionally sensitive– as soon as they brush across one, a soft whimper leaves your lips.

It sounds just like they did before– and in the dreams after that.

"You don't need this. Not in here." They slip your shirt off in one pull.

You arms involuntarily fly across your chest to preserve your modesty– and partially because you're insecure– but they aren't having any of it. Despite the discoloration every inch of you was deeply worthy of their affection. A body fit for royalty.

"You don't have to be shy. Not anymore." They promise you. "Just because they were horrified at your reanimation doesn't mean everyone is. I'm not. I'm glad you're here, with me, in my pyramid regardless of the circumstances it took to get here. Okay?"

They reach out for your wrists and lightly pull your arms away with your permission– making extra sure not to rip your stitches. Not now– not this time.

"You're not a monster to me. You're [Y/N]. Understand?"

All you can do is nod.

"Anyone that disagrees can come see me about it personally. I'll take care of it." They add.

Their fingers dig underneath the fabric of your underwear and shorts next. You lift up just enough to let them slide them off, and just as before, nervousness gets the best of you and you squeeze your legs shut.

Finally.

They can see you– all of you– in the lighting you were meant to be seen in.

"It's okay." They comfort you.

One of their hands splays itself across one of your thighs and it's only then do you realize the difference in your statures. Their entire hand could easily stretch across your thigh– scratch that. They could easily grab your face and smash it against the wall if they wanted to.

And that is both utterly terrifying, and incredibly sexy.

All the violet blood in your body redirects itself between your cold, stitched up legs. They only look down at you and grin– and you can barely bring yourself to meet their glowing eyes. It feels like every inch of you is under scrutiny. Just like when...

You shake your head.

Both their hands reach up to cup your face, tilting your head slightly to reestablish eye contact.

"Just focus on me now. Don't think about them– they aren't here. They can't hurt you. Not anymore."

Before you can get another word in, their lips close in on yours once more and place repeated kisses to your flushed face.

"So soft." They whisper. "And all mine."

More kisses– you're practically drowning in them at this point. You wrap your arms around their neck and bring them closer to you. Minutes pass and they still do not relent. Your body lightly arches up into theirs, and you're a little sad their clothes are getting in the way. You wanted to feel them just like that day–

You stop just long enough to pull on their shirt. A delicate laugh rises from their chest, and it drops to the brick floor right next to yours.

Your finger trails down their cool, lazily wrapped fawn skin and hooks itself underneath their pants next.

"These, too." You demand– but you're still polite... some habits simply never change.

"Anything for you." They reply with that same lovable grin.

They stand up long enough to undress themself further. Seems like you weren't the only one enjoying this.

Your arms reach up for them again and they happily lean over to let you wrap them lovingly around their neck once more.

"You can undo my stitches if you want. I don't mind..." You tell them.

More kisses exchanged in between your conversation.

"I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to feel you wrap around me, so your limbs are staying. For today, at least. I can't promise about the future, though..."

You smile against their lips.

"As long as you give them back." You joke.

"Might be hard to..." They reply sarcastically.

"You can touch them all you want, though. I don't mind. It feels... good..." You add.

So they do just that– their hands start roaming around just as they had been before. Every whimper and whine they can get from you was heavenly to their ears... but they're craving just a bit more than that.

"You don't have to be so quiet. No one can hear you, I promise." They reassure you. "It's just us. So..."

"Ah– I'm sorry–" You feel bad for being so modest...

"Don't be. Don't hold back. If it feels good, I want to hear it." That same dark undertone begins to taint their voice. "I want to hear every sound you make. I want to see all that pleasure on your face. So don't hold back–"

Their hands slide over your chest. Their gentleness disappears, now they're roughly groping the aroused flesh of your breasts and kneading into your stitched up skin as if they had gone feral.

And yet, it doesn't hurt.

Their fingers glide across a particularly sensitive stitch and your breath hitches as they play with it for a few moments more.

"That's it. Let me hear you." They demand.

Then they move to make soft flicks across the tips of your nipples while making an effort to trace the rest of your sensitive stitches to tease you. Your delighted squirming underneath their figure sends sparks flying between their thighs– and you notice it– because there's no way you can hide something... like that.

At least... not easily.

"It's not polite to stare, you know." They tease.

"You can't say that when you've been staring at me for the past fifteen minutes." You point out.

"Who owns this pyramid? Hm? Who was once a pharaoh? Not you. I can stare all I want. There's nothing you can do about it." Their voice grows downright cruel.

And yet... you're practically gushing from it.

You can feel the electricity in your body dancing underneath your skin around your metal skeleton, and you can feel your body heating up as a result.

"Oh? Does someone like being talked down to...?" They snicker.

You look away in embarrassment.

They sit up and place both their hands on either side of your shut legs.

All they needed was your permission.

Please. But they couldn't bring themself to say it– and they hope that they didn't ruin everything.

Until your legs gently part and let them in.

"Oh– so wet, and all from me?" They lean in and place a quick kiss to your folds.

It surprises you at first, but you welcome it wholeheartedly as soon you feel them press a few more against your sopping wet, violet colored skin.

"So cute. Squirm more~!" their dark voice commands.

Without warning, their fingers lightly open your folds and their forked tongue flicks softly against your throbbing center. All the moans you had been biting back come spilling forth. Your legs tighten around their head and pull them even closer to where you want them– and they encourage it fully, because they wanted this more than anything.

They can't pull back enough to tease you for being eager. And they wouldn't want to, because they're enjoying it just as much as you are.

Their tongue swirls in intricate ways all around the most sensitive part of your body, making extra sure to stay in just the right spot so to keep milking those delicious noises you were making. They open their eyes long enough to look up at you– and the face you were making was better than they could've ever imagined it.

"You look so pathetic." Their dark voice telepathically speaks out. "Does it feel good? Hm?"

Your mind is too fogged to answer.

They continue their diligent work as your excitement grows further into orgasmic pleasure– and part of them never wanted to wash their face or change their wraps again, just to have your scent and taste stay longer.

Was that weird...? Well, they never cared for normal.

They're caught off guard momentarily when you violently latch onto their espresso colored locks and try to press them closer to where you desperately needed them to be.

"Look at you. So close, teetering on the edge." They telepathically tease. "I can read your thoughts. I can hear you screaming my name inside– I know you're close. Keep making those delicious moans for me, will you?"

And you don't hesitate. Not one bit.

They pick up the pace as your legs begin to tighten further around their head.

"That's right. Trap me between those lovely legs of yours. Who's making you feel this good?" Their eyes keep steady watch as you hyperventilate and convulse above them.

Their name drips from your drool covered lips.

You can feel that iconic grin creep up on their face while they eat to their hearts content.

"That's right. Now say it louder."

Your voice is hoarse, but you give them what they want.

"Did you not hear me? Say. It. Louder."

You take a few deep breaths– everything catches up to you all at once, and you feel yourself quickly beginning to spiral to the end. But just before you finish– you gather all the strength that's left in your exhausted undead body, and yell as loud as you can.

"So good for me." They praise you.

It's only then do you come all across their face– and they continue delicately eating until you do it once again. It's one then do they pull away and admire all their hard work.

Their personality shifts instantly. The darkness in their voice is gone, all that's left is the one you're now so used to.

"Let me see if you pulled any stitches." They lay you back down and check everywhere they can possibly think of: legs, arms, chest, fingers...

Everything seemed okay.

"Are you okay?" They worry, bringing their face up to yours and nuzzling it affectionately.

You're still out of breath, but ultimately satisfied. So you couldn't complain. You throw your arms back around them and pull them in close for afterglow cuddles.

"I'm okay." You reassure them.

And yet, you still feel like you're forgetting something.

Then, it pokes the inside of your thigh.

"I'll... take care of that, sorry–" For once, they're the one who is embarrassed.

"No. Let me help–" You offer.

Your hand reaches down and grabs their length, being extra careful not to get your finger stitches caught on their sensitive skin.

"You don't have to–!" They stifle back a whine.

You put on your best angry face. "I want to. Now let me help."

"Okay, okay!" They reassure you. "Just don't kill me, please..."

[silvergomez]

House Of Ashes In Among Us 8 : Killing Harmony.

Rachel - This is really getting out of Control...I need to do something...now!

In Other Side Of Map

Jason -I finally finished my last task.. I'll go see where the others are...

Jason - Hello? Guys? Where did you go? They're not dead, right? (Hope not)

He walks stealthily, watching carefully so as not to be ambushed by the impostor.And then he ends up bumping into someone causing them both to fall...

??? - outch!

Jason - Gotcha! Impost-Joey? Are you the impostor?

Joey - Oh? No! Of course not, I was just running because I saw a strange figure and decided to run...

Jason - It makes sense, but it's not good to be separated at a time like this...

Joey - I agree, I don't want to become ham either.

Jason - Have you finished your soldier tasks yet? Or astronaut? I don't know.

Joey - Now, I managed to finish them all, then when I saw the figure I ran away...

Jason - For asking what the figure looked like?

Joey - Ah well, it was just like us but dark and with a huge tongue, I assume it was the tongue...

Jason - What do you mean, big tongue? Explain this to me better!

Joey - I don't know, I didn't stay there to find out, I just ran away...

Jason - So let's find out!

Joey - You got to be kidding me...

Jason - You and I have already finished the tasks so if we die now it won't create as much risk..

Joey - But it leaves our crew vulnerable and that's still bad! Pretty bad!

Before they can move forward, a body is thrown towards them, causing them to become terrified...

Jason - Who does that body belong to???

Joey - *Getting closer* to MERWIN!

Jason - It can't be... we had just seen him in the cafeteria how... How could this have happened?

Joey - I don't know how, but it's better to report and warn others..

Jason - accordingly.

Taking the warning megaphone and placing it on the body before he can do so, a large tongue grabs his arm making him scream and throws him away.

Jason - JOEY! OH SHIT...

??? - Hello Jason. Forgive me for the bad manners of throwing your friend away. But know that now you will die.

Jason - That...isn't... Possible... It's really you... Salim!

Salim - Salim?? I think you forgot one little thing haha... I'm a shapeshifter, remember?

Jason - What? If- if you're not Salim... Then who are you??? Coward show yourself now!

Salim - HAHAHAHAHA As you prefer, sir.

Jason - What? No no! This can't be...I can't believe it's you... But how can you do this to us?

Rachel - Looks like the hood fit.

Jason - What?

Rachel - So funny now, right? It's not fun when you're the joke, right?

Jason - But why did you do this?

Rachel - It is not obvious? Because I want to win, and also get revenge on you for humiliating me the last time we played!!

Jason - But but that can't be...

Rachel - If you want to know... I killed Eric first because he's smart and was going to realize right away that I was the impostor!

Rachel - Now enough talking! Let's have fun.

Jason - Wait a second! But why do this now we can solve it in other ways!

Rachel - Shut the fuck up!! Whatever now!, I always wanted to kill you myself!

She then throws a knife towards Jason but a shield forces it and throws it away, protecting him.

Rachel - What the fuck?

Ghost Dar -It worked! My shield worked. Urg, I can't believe that this crap actually works... It wasn't as useless as I thought...

Rachel - It won't save you forever...

Her eyes become dark and her nails grow longer, her skin becomes pale and her tongue grows considerably...

RACHEL - Now no one will save you from me!

She holds him by the neck with her wide tongue choking him. But before she can kill him, Salim appears, dropping a load on her head, which ends up throwing Jason to the other side of the map.

Rachel - Are you turning against me after I helped you? Now I will teach you to have good manners!!

Salim - Well... can we solve it in other way?

And with one blow she hits Salim's leg, hurting him,Who stumbles and ends up falling.

Salim - ouch! I don't think so! But it won't be now that we die...

On the other side, Jason is thrown towards the greenhouse, hitting the floor, causing it to crack. Joey who had also been thrown there was waking up from his faint.

Jason - Don't get up! If any of us get up, the greenhouse will collapse!

Joey - Huh? But what are we going to do? Shall we walk on all fours?

Jason - It's a good idea!

Joey - I was just kidding! I don't think this will work...

Jason - But we must try something anyway this will collapse!

Joey - Can we try getting up slowly? I think it might work...

Jason - Okay, let's try, but if we fail here, We're going to fly like chickens!

Joey - I must be laying eggs to be a chicken...

Jason - if the game depended on us everyone would be dead by now.

Joey - Technically everyone is, with the exception of Salim and Nick.

Jason - and you and me!

Joey - Well, in a way we're not alive...

Jason - Be more optimistic! Now enough nonsense and let's finish this bitch!

Joey - I'm already up!

Jason - What?? I just closed my eyes for a second...

Joey - Now that we are up, what will we do?

Rachel - Get on the floor!

Joey - What? I just got up-

Rachel then gives a huge kick making the floor crack completely...

Jason - This can't be good...

Suddenly the floor breaks completely causing Joey and Jason to fall.

Jason Is not the impostor!

Joey is not The impostor!

Rachel - Now let's finish with Salim! WHERE DID HE GO? ahh you can't go that far Salim, with this trail of blood here hahaha...

Salim - Shit that was close... I'm glad she believed, she thinks I'm dumb enough to leave a trail of myself knowing she would chase me...

He slowly gets up for a second to observe his injury and continues walking on the opposite side...He finally arrives at the cafeteria...

Nick - Stop right there!

Salim - Huh? I oh damn...

Nick - Wait, if you're all fucked up then you're not supposed to be the impostor, right? You wouldn't be able to hurt yourself just to play innocent if that's the case then who is the (Real) impostor?

Salim - Oh...Rachel! She killed everyone, she was the one who attacked me! And she attacked Jason and Joey! And she killed the rest of us!, She's the impostor!

Nick - Was I wrong all along then?... I'm sorry then for accusing you...

Salim - Okay, this game is about accusation and execution! We can still save the game!

Nick - You are sure!

before anything happens Rachel appears impaling salim in the belly. Blood starts to flow and he falls on top of Nick, already dead.

Rachel - And I WON!

Nick - No, why?..

Rachel - It wasn't supposed to end, I already killed everyone... Do I have to kill you too??

Nick - I don't know... but calm down!!

rachel - SHUT UP!

the cafeteria windows break with a bang and a knife is thrown at demon Rachel who throws herself back.

RACHEL - HOW ARE YOU ALIVE??

Jason - When you threw us, Joey's leg got caught in a rope. And since I'm not stupid or anything, we used that to get back here!

RACHEL - HOW DARE YOU CHALLENGE ME??? I WILL DESTROY YOU!!

Rachel gets up and jumps close to them, Jason manages to dodge and runs close to the table, Joey jumps into the room with a grenade in his hands...

Jason - Why did you take so long?

Joey - Hey, it takes a while to get up, okay?? my God..

Nick - Guys, she's still here!!

Joey - Relax, I have it here!Take This!

RACHEL - A GRENADE?? Unbelievable...

A big explosion Making Rachel demon catch fire The floor starts to crack and parts of the cafeteria will start to fall.

Nick - Bad idea!!!

Rachel keeps struggling and everything starts to catch fire, and the floor starts to fall.. But before everything falls apart Joey presses the button.

Nick - Everything froze...

Jason - It's because we're in an emergency meeting It's impossible for us to die... brilliant!

Joey - She's fine?

The impostor Died Carbonized

impostor failed.. crewmate won!

You Win!

Rachel - I don't believe!!! I died! Ridiculous!

Nick - I can't understand it either ;-;

Joey - we Win!

Jason - Can't wait for the next one!

Salim - ._.

(Ending 1 = good ending)

[just-my-type-x]

Tell Me How You Really Feel

Based on Would You by The Vamps

@bronwiebear-brad got u ♥️

"Can you, please, tell me what's wrong with you?", Brad asks me and i take a gulp of my cocktail, trying to ignore his question. "We can't spend the rest of our holiday like this", he sighs and picks up his towel, heading back to the hotel, leaving me on the beach. I sigh and try to take in the beauty of my view, but it angers me more than it relaxes me. I finish my drink, pick up the rest of the stuff and get inside too.

"Bradley", i close the door behind me and he turns around when he hears me, coming back from the balcony. "Why are we on holiday?", i walk past him towards the balcony to put my towel up to dry in the wind. I know he's standing behind me with his arms crossed at his chest, frowned, almost tapping his foot nervously on the floor.

"Trying to save what's left of us?", he answers with an angry tone, which i do not blame him for. "Tell me how you really feel about us, y/n. Because I'm really curious how much you actually want us together anymore.", he sits on the end of the bed, watching me carefully, his teary eyes analysing my face features. I stand in front of him, looking down in his direction, but ditching eye contact.

"How can you be curious of something like that, Bradley?", i scoff and turn my back to him, only to face him again when he starts to speak.

"You don't even call me love, babe, at least tell me to fuck off and i would!", he gets up and comes closer to me, but not as close as a boyfriend. We feel like strangers, act like them and soon, we will be strangers. "If i walked out that fucking door right now, would you even follow me? Would you even miss me or realise that we're done, we're over?", a tear almost falls off his cheek, but he's quick to run his hands over his face. I stay silent for a few seconds, too many, in fact. Brad scoffs and walks to the closet to take his clothes out.

"What are you doing?", i ask, uneasy

"I'm leaving. The trip is paid, you can take the rest of the days to make up your mind. I'll br in Birmingham waiting for your decision", he angrily tosses the clothes on the bed and i catch his arm, turning him to face me.

"Hey, stop. This is not who we are", i raise my voice and he raises his eyebrows.

"You decided this is us, y/n! I seem to not interest you anymore and let's be honest here, you haven't showed one gram of affection towards me ever since i came back from tour. I thought this vacation will be good for us, to get romantic again, but you're colder and colder by the day. Don't go wasting my time when you don't want yours to be wasted either", he takes off his beach shorts and gets dressed quickly in denim shorts and a loose shirt, closing up his suitcase. We fight, i pull him by the arm to stay with me, but i let him go soon after ny first try.

"Have a nice flight, Brad"

"Oh, so it's Brad now. I'll have the best one away from you.", he pushes the suitcase out of the room. "Take care", his voice breaks when closing the door behind him.

🥀🥀🥀

A month later I'm invited to James' birthday party, which i go to feeling like an imposter. I greet everyone and hug my closest friends, making small talk and earning a few apologetical statements from some of them about Brad and i's break up. I look down, trying to dodge eye contact, because lately i realised that the break up was not needed and i was just in a bad place, not being able to provide the relationship what was needed.

I see James and walk over to him, handing him his gift and tightly hugging him, ending up in a long conversation, that felt like hours, not briefly 10 minutes. Kirstie joins us soon after we finish talking about their wedding anniversary vacation.

"I think someone here wants to have some alone time with you", James takes a sip of scotch and points somewhere behind me and i see Brad ignoring a conversation, while he's looking straight in my eyes when i turn around. I excuse myself from James and Kirstie and walk towards him.

He takes me by my hand and walks me out of the big living room and we go right outside the house, in the small garden. I feel my whole body tense, wishing his hand was still in mine.

"I'm sorry", i burst out and Brad laughs

"I've played gamed enough to see through a lie", he takes a sip of gin and looks away from me

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Are you really sorry? You didn't bother to let me know you're still alive when you got home. I had to call your parents"

"I know", i whisper and look away from him

"You kno-, you know. Wow", he scoffs again and empties his glass, throwing it away from us, breaking somewhere on the pavement. "Did you talk to them about us?"

"i did, yeah. And i really meant it that I'm sorry", i lean on the wall on my back, looking straight ahead

"And what did you tell them? That we're holiday-ing in different parts of the world?", Brad lets out a small laugh and i know the joke was meant to break the tension. "Did your face light up the way it used to?", i look at him and a sad smile is on his face, watching me closely. He comes next to me and lays on the wall like me.

"No, i told them I fucked up. I couldn't lie to them, i was a wreck. I'm an asshole for not talking to you anymore, but i didn't deserve you or your answers. I'm sorry i wasn't able to bring what you needed into our relationship, the last months have been so hard for me. I guess i let distance break us apart and i didn’t even try to get you back ", my voice breaks and Brad is quick to hug me tight at his chest, the way he always used to when i was sad.

"We don't deserve each other from many points of view, but I'm down to try and change that. If you want that too", he kisses the top of my head and the last part is whispered, like he was too scared to find out my choice.

"I want that. I'm not ready to give you up, i swear", we hug one more time and we get inside the house, hand in hand, offering each other quick, cheeky smiles every now and then.

[howlingday]

The Most Toxic? No!

Setting - Nora Valkyrie loves to play Mario Party with her friends, but she can be kinda... TOXIC. So they made a challenge where she must be NICE, and if she isn't, she has to skip on the star for that turn. Here's how it goes...

Getting started - 0

Weiss: So, if you have to be nice...

Nora: Weiss! No! It doesn't start until we choose the map, so stay away from my Daisy!

Weiss: Oh, really? Shouldn't you start now?

Nora: No, because I got to choose the theme for this game, which means it's my game, WHICH MEANS I'M DAISY!

Weiss: Hm... Fair point. Uh, counter-point. (Chooses Princess Daisy)

Nora: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Weiss: Up-bup-bup! You have to be nice to me. You can't give me any sass.

Jaune: Come on, Weiss, be nice. Let her be Princess Daisy.

Weiss: But-

Nora: Please! It's canon that I'm Queen Daisy!

Weiss: If you want it, you have to nice.

Nora: No, because I already told you that I'm not starting being nice until we choose the map. Having said that, give me Queen Daisy or I burn your house to the ground with you inside of it. NOW!

Weiss: And what's stopping you from saying, "Oh, it doesn't start until Turn 5"? Or Turn 12? Or until next game?

Jaune: Weiss, just give her Princess Daisy.

Weiss: Fine. You're both really cringe. (Unselects Princess Daisy)

Nora: (Chooses Princess Daisy) Thank you. You're so nice~!

Jaune: See? We're all one, big, happy family.

Yang: Fuck that! I want VIOLENCE!

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Nora: (Princess Daisy) Okay. Starting now, you will see, "Nice Nora".

Weiss: (Luigi) Uh-huh, and get ready for "Super-Toxic Weiss".

Yang: (Wario) Please, Ice Queen, you should get ready for "ULTRA-TOXIC YANG"!

Jaune: (Yoshi) I'm Yoshi.

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Rolling Roles - 1

Nora: Six!

Yang: Nine!

Nora: Sixty-nine?

Weiss: Seven!

Jaune: WHOO! I GOT TEN!

Yang: Nora going last? That's embarrassing.

Nora: Yeah. Yeah, it is pretty unfortunate.

Yang: I'm filling in for Nora.

Weiss: Yeah, because we've been stuck with this imposter!

Nora: I'm just happy to have fun here, playing Mario Party with my best pals! I'm here for a good time.

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Jaune: Okay, here we go...

Nora: Great roll, Jaune!

Jaune: Aw, thank you, Nora! Thank you so much!

Nora: You gotta teach me some time!

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Jaune: Aw, man... I wanted the custom dice.

Nora: Yay! Go, Jaune! Double Dice are a great item, King!

Weiss: PFFT!

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Yang: Alright, big rolls, big rolls...! Shit! Why am I getting low rolls?!

Nora: Yo, next time, Yang. Next time, Queen. It-It wasn't meant to be, y'know? It's not easy, but you'll pull through.

Weiss: Ugh, this is so gross seeing you like this. You're like some kind of gross parody, like gray Ruby.

Nora: Haha!

Yang: (Bland) Aw, what's the point?

Weiss: MOTHERFU- HOW DID I ROLL SO FUCKING LOW?!

Yang: Really? A 1? That's embarrassing! Wait... Uh oh...

Jaune: Weiss, how are you already so toxic on just Turn 1?!

Yang: And just like that, we're all behind Nora.

Nora: Wow. You know, maybe kindness is the move.

Jaune: Right?

Nora: ...Okay, maybe not.

Weiss: Wow, Nora! You rolled so low! Doesn't that make you want to... flip a table?

Nora: Uh, no, because I'm gonna get ten coins.

Nora: ...Or a Double Dice. That's still good.

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Yang: WHY DID I DIE?!

Weiss: WHERE DID I GO?!

Nora: Yay, we did it, Jaune! Let's go~!

Weiss: AT MY EXPENSE!

Nora: Weiss, Yang, y'all got it next time, Queens. Don't worry!

Weiss: FUCK YOU!

Jaune: Hey! Whoa!

Nora: Wow. That really hurt my feelings. Very uncalled for.

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Toxic Rise - 2

Jaune: Geez, Weiss! Why are you so toxic, and it's not even Turn 2?!

Yang: Okay... Hidden block? ...DAMMIT, COME ON, MAN!

Weiss: Hup! What the shit?! I rolled a one and a two! I guarantee I'll get a three next turn, and then a four.

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Jaune: Wait, what am I supposed to do here?

Weiss: Just be better.

Jaune: I- I actually can't do anything to you guys! It's frustrating! And you're just camping the same spot!

Nora: Jaune, this game is really hard. Especially when you are the one in this one-v-four. So you know what? You did your best, King. It's okay.

Weiss: Ugh... What a cringelord.

Jaune: (Sniffles) That is actually the nicest thing you've ever said to me... Thank you~!

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FLASHBACK

Nora: JAUNE!

Nora: Shut the fuck up, Jaune! Don't ever talk to me again!

Nora: Shut up, Jaune!

Nora: Jaune, how are you so bad at this game? It's literally aim and shoot! You are so bad, it's embarrassing!

Nora: No, Jaune is over. He should've gotten last. I don't know why he's-

Jaune: What are you talking about?!

Nora: Let's go, Jaune~! I'm happy for you, King!

Jaune: No you aren't!

END OF FLASHBACK

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Toxicity Builds - 3

Weiss: DUST FUCKING DAMN IT! A THREE?! What, did the game fucking hear me?!

Yang: Pfft! You actually rolled a three!

Nora: Come on eleven! ...Darn.

Weiss: I think if you really wanted to be not toxic, you should give the star to me. Right, Nora?

Nora: Uh, there's a difference between being non-toxic and throwing.

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Nora: Oh, it's this game. I don't like this game, so for the sake of remaining toxic free, I'm not going to ground pound anyone.

Weiss: Really? It must make you frustrated. Couldn't you just... KILL SOMEONE?

Yang: ...What?

Weiss: Poor, little Nora, constantly caught on the bottom of my foot. Doesn't that make you mad with your two points?

Nora: No... No, I'm... I'm happy.

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Toxic Love - 4

Nora: Wait, who won the last game?

Yang: Me.

Nora: Way to go on that last game, Yang. You've always been the most skilled at the game. Like, all the time.

Yang: Oh, well, uh, thanks, Nora. Oh! Nora, check it out! It's Turn 4-20!

Nora: AHAHAHAHAHA! THAT'S SO FUNNY, YANG!

Jaune: Do we have to do this?

Weiss: Wow! That was so funny, I forgot to laugh.

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Weiss: Please don't be a four... Oh! Well, that's good. It's not a low roll, at least.

Nora: Hidden dice block?

Weiss: YES!

JY: NOOOOO!

Jaune: NORA, YOU WERE TOO NICE!

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Nora: I get the first star? How lucky am I?

Weiss: Yes, congratulations, Nora. Perhaps you'd also like to... rub your victory in our faces?

Nora: ...I do. But I won't. Because I'm a nice person.

Nora: So nice that maybe I could get myself a hidden dice block~?

Nora: Aw...

Weiss: No, you already gave your hidden dice block to me, remember? I appreciate that, by the way. It was very nice of you.

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Toxic Up to Bottom - 5

Nora: You got a star, Yang! You're in first! Honestly, I couldn't choose a better rival. You're way better than me.

Yang: Aw, thanks, Nora. I can just tell you are SEETHING with pent up anger. You really want to tell me how bad I am!

Nora: No, no... But now the star is so close to you, Weiss! You just need a five or above!

Weiss: Well, it is Turn 5, so you never know if- FUCK! Ugh! Why me?!

Yang: Just get your item, Ice Queen.

Nora: Ooh, be careful on this one, Weiss. Items can be hard to get here. But you got this because I believe in you.

Weiss: I also believe in me. In fact, I believe I'll get exactly what I deserve.

Weiss: YES!

JY: NOOOOOOOOO!

Nora: Wow! Way to go, Weiss! You won a cursed dice block!

Weiss: Thank you, Nora, but the real winner is you because YOU won a cursed dice block.

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Weiss: Wow, you almost messed up on jump ten? How embarrassing would that be, Nora?

Nora: Uh, it would be unfortunate, but it would also be a valid loss because this game is very tricky. Very tricky! VERY TRICKY!

Weiss: Oh! F in the chat for Nora!

Nora: I didn't want anyone else to get last, so I took it for you.

Weiss: Uh-huh, sure.

Jaune: Aw, thanks, Nora! You're too kiIIIIND!

Weiss: Whoa! I almost burned myself!

Jaune: YEAH, SO MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP TALKING, WEISS?! STOP TALKING!

Yang: I can do this all day, Weiss-Cream!

Weiss: I can do this all da- Shit! Shit! FUCK!

Yang: Damn. We almost made it to a hundred. We could've tied.

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Toxic Snowball - 6

Jaune: WHAT THE-?!

Weiss: Yang, you actually saved me! Oh, but I can't say thank you because that would be nice, though. I will, however, repay the favor. Oh, one sec.

Weiss: Hi, Nora.

Nora: NONONO-!

Weiss: Bye, Nora.

Nora: You didn't have to go right for me!

Yang: Okay, good game, Weiss.

Weiss: Wait! No! I CAN'T MOVE!

Yang: Okay, good game, Weiss.

Weiss: I'M STUCK! HELP!

Nora: Thank you, Yang, for avenging me.

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Next Toxic - 9

Weiss: I may have lost the last time, and the second time, and the third time-

Jaune: And the next day! And the next day! And the next day!

Yang: Pfft! That show can be used for any reference.

Jaune: And the next- FUCK!

Nora: Jaune, it's okay, King, you'll get them next time.

Jaune: And the next day! And the next day! And the next day!.

Nora: Pfft!

Weiss: Give in to the hate, Nora. There's no way you can be nice after watching such a sheer failure like-

Jaune: SHUT THE HELL UP, WEISS!

Jaune: Look, Ice Queen! I am flustered like you wouldn't believe! I've had technical issues out the wazoo, AND I DON'T NEED YOU TO RUB SALT IN MY WOUND!

Nora: Exactly. Jaune is under a lot of stress, so we should cut him some slack.

Jaune: NORA, I KNOW YOU'RE DOING A BIT, BUT THANK YOU!

Nora: Jaune, it isn't a bit. It's me being very genuine.

Weiss: Ah, and here comes Nora to pour honey in the wound.

Yang: Wait, honey in the wound?

Weiss: I was going for something like the opposite of salt-

Yang: FUCK!

Weiss: And with Yang out of the way, this will be my FIRST MARIO PARTY WIN OF THIS GAME! AAAAAH! I'M AMAZING AT THIS!

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Toxic, Toxic, Toxic, SHOOT - 10

Nora: I knew how bad you wanted to win, Weiss, so I threw that last game. Good job!

Weiss: I don't believe you. I think you actually lost because you are actually very bad at this game.

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Weiss: Wait, wait, wait! You could steal from me, oooooor you could turn this into content!

Jaune: You're right, I could, so I'm letting you and Yang decide who I take from.

Weiss: Okay, then we'll decide this right now! Yang, play Rock, Paper, Scissors with me!

Yang: What?! Why am I being involved in this?!

Weiss: Ready? Three! Two! One! Shoot! Roc-

Yang: Paper.

Weiss: Okay, okay, that's a point to you. Three! Two! One! Rock!

Yang: Paper.

Weiss: WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO PICKS PAPER TWICE IN A ROW?!

Yang: WHO THE HELL PICKS ROCK TWICE IN A ROW?!

Jaune: Doesn't matter! We all know what this means! Thanks for playing, Weiss~!

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Melting Point - 19

Yang: Alright. Chance time.

Nora: Oh man... My life is in the hands of Yang! Please...

Yang: Okay. Star...

Weiss: Me... Me... Me...

Yang: Aaaand... Boop!

Nora:

YES! YES! YES! SUCK MY FUCKING DICK! LET'S FUCKING GO!

Weiss: That sounded toxic! Nora, that sounded so toxi- WHAT THE FUCK?!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!

Weiss: ...I'm out. I'm done.

Nora: GET FUCKED, WEISS! GET FUCKED! YOU ARE SO FUCKING TRASH AT THIS FUCKING GAME!

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Nora: I... I am crying right now... Weiss, can you imagine being in LAST PLACE with ZERO STARS?! THAT'S EMBARRASSING!

Jaune: HAHAHAHA! SHE DID IT!

Weiss: YOU FUCKING CUNT!

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Weiss: Guys~! Guys~!

Jaune: I'M ROTATING, DAMMIT!

Yang: WHAT?!

Nora: YOU ARE ALL FUCKING ASS, BRO! PLEASE QUIT THE FUCKING GAME! NEVER PLAY THIS GAME AGAIN!

Jaune: H-Her toxic powers are making her too strong...

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Remedy- Final

Nora: Hey, uh, Jaune, you're gonna go random with the star steal, right?

Jaune: I'm sorry, Nora, but you revealed your true colors!

Nora: Nooooooo!

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Nora: Wait... I'm gonna get blasted?!

Jaune: Good! It's about time someone blasted the toxicity out of you!

Weiss: Oh, I'm going to enjoy this.

Nora: NOOOOOO! DAISYYYYYYYYY!

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Weiss: I'll let you two handle this. I'll just sit here and watch.

Nora: Jaune, we can't let Yang win!

Jaune: Agreed! Let's do this!

Yang: Hup! Hup!

Nora: NOOOO!

Jaune: FUCK!

Nora: I FUCKING HATE YOU, WEISS!

Jaune: I HATE YOU, TOO, WEISS!

Weiss: Oh, you know me; just doing a little trolling~.

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Results

Jaune: Wait, there's a shopping bonus?

Nora: Pretty sure that's you, Jaune. Unless it's me, but I'm pretty sure you- YES! YES!

YOU GUYS FUCKING SUCK! LET'S GO! NEVER PLAY THIS GAME AGAIN! I WIN! I'M CRAZY!

Nora: IN THE END! TOXICITY WILL ALWAYS AND FOREVER WIN!

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

Fable 3, fuck Logan, lil bitch

Game: do u want to be Prince or Princess?

Me: I'd like to be the third secret sex

Game: what?

Me: THE MAIN CHARACTER

Game: y-yes that's-

Me: WHO GONNA SAVE THE WORLD

Game: that's what the sex-

Me: gotta go girl, boys are so obvious, he's gonna be all proper

Game: have u ever met a man...?

Me: girls are so badass, just look at Buffy

Game:...

Me:...

"Ready to see my man... the bastard Reaver"

"Damn, the city sure got bigger in like 20? Years"

"The hen tried to fly but couldn't but they can actually fly so we were all lied to"

"Damn, children working..."

"I cant remember this part of my castle"

"Holy shit it's fucking huge omg"

"Hehe that's what she said"

"That feather had plans"

"Ew look at that hat"

"Damn my dog could've been prettier"

"Pff, do u wanna look princess-y or cool"

"Obviously I'm picking the short and movable one"

"I fucking LOVE Jasper"

"I'm standing still, I wanna hear his comments to it"

"What happens if I try to leave in my pjs"

"He just went 'are u sure?' "

"Damn, he just threw a word at me that idk what means, but I think its like 'silly' "

"I look so pretty- wtf is that hair?"

"Jasper said avoid my brother, but what kind of sister would I be if I did?"

"I'm glad the princess can talk"

"Lmao I just had like the most gangsta handshake with a guard love it"

"I'm so happy I get to pet my dog, not a fan of how she sounds tho"

"Oh wait, I think maybe since I'm playing 3rd on xbox one, but did the 2nd on 360, maybe I won't have the queen but default king..."

"I'm just walking around shaking people's hands"

"Elliot is such a.... name, and- wait... who's gonna be the girl if I'm playing as him???"

"Next time..."

"I will be EVIL and idk why that's a guy"

"Hohoho I kissed the man"

"The city doesn't look like my city :( or... are we not in bowerstone, was that the name? Jesus, I've played the 2nd game for so long and I've forgotten"

"I love we're holding hands"

"I love Walter"

"Oh no my Prince, he ran away"

Walter: I want u to fight me, like your life dependent on it

Me: wow, that doesn't sound like a tutorial at all

"I'm gonna fuck up the buttons"

"Hell ye I did not"

"Damn, thought I should end the game here so I could sleep, but apparently you can't until a spesific place in the game... oh nooo, I have to do my fave hobby? Terrible:)"

"Running with my bois<3"

"There were NOT this many doors in my castle"

"The default is king :/"

"Imo king is so vanilla, like you don't give the same respect as a queen"

"All my hard work of being a queen just gone"

"Basically next time I'm doing it all on xbox one"

"Right, war room"

"Listening in"

"Damn, I'd be upset too if I was Logan, if I had that haircut"

"Oh, same throne at least"

"Ah... here comes the choice"

"Well, as the queen... I'm a good person... until I charge rent ofc haha"

"Bye baby :("

"He loves me😭"

"My MOTHER'S daughter, thank u very much"

Game: the hero was your dad

Me: what was that?

Game: I said the her-

Me: sounded like the wind

Game: tHE HE-

Me: whatever it was, it was saying bs... I miss my queen

Game: u know what? Fuck it.

"Run run run- Where's my dog btw?"

"Oh nevermind"

"Ugh, we're gonna look at the imposter, the king"

"I mean technically, Reaver IS a hero, he's just a bad one"

"Did Logan also go through the whole grab seal, end up in front of Theresa?"

"The seer of the SPIRE???"

"The queen would've fucking whipped Logan's ass if she knew"

"I'm sensing the fanfic energy... not from that Logan thing but for Reaver"

"I'm such a simp"

"For these terrible men...

"And my queen"

"You guided my MOTHER"

"What does Theresa even do in her spare time? I bet she crochets"

"I got a glove that let's me use magic... can anyone say Link? Cuz im getting Link vibes"

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, STOP RUNNING IN MY WAY, YA BASTARD DOG"

"Do I get to name my hero? Or am I cursed to see 'hero' every time she speaks?"

"Do I get to name my dog?"

"Isn't the dog supposed bark when there's treasure close by? Cuz I only found that key cuz of my own memory"

"Jasper is scared of bats, he'd make a terrible batman"

Walter: did u see that Jasper???

Jasper: indeed your MOTHER would've been very proud

"Why can't I run"

"Did the queen make these tunnels?"

"What happens if I don't buy the castle in the second game?"

"Can I slut around in this game too?"

"Like mother like daughter, or is it like daughter like mother? I honestly don't know"

"What's with the gift in the symbol in the corner?"

"Thought all the transportation gates were all gone, I'm pretty sure I'm on one"

"Oh wow, look at all that winter. Just like norway"

"I can make friends by shaking hands"

"I'm gonna make everyone love me with how great I am with my hands"

"For handshakes, I meant handshakes"

"I forgot I had to go back to sanctuary to change, which is much better than just changing out into the open imo"

"Oh hell yea! Look at all those gifts!"

"Bleh the outfit is... yeah"

"Dog potion? For what?

"Pink poodle"

"Doberman"

"White poodle... who wants a poodle?"

"Clockwork dog potion??? What does that even mean???"

"Setter dog potion??? What"

"Five star dog potion...?"

"That's all the gifts, i wanted a gift for myself"

"AWW I GOING WITH ALSATIAN DOG, LOOKS LIKE A GERMAN SHEPHERD OMG"

"I CAN NAME THE DOG"

"should be something fun-.... hehe"

"Betcha u can guess"

"I'm giving 10 coins to everyone, I have 129 left"

"Damn, 20coins left"

"Gotta talk to the man with the small fish name"

"What are those jester shoes"

"My mom, the queen, was busy for like 20 or something years..."

"Oh! I'm getting more gifts!"

"They better be for me istg"

"I went into a sink hole water thing and found a wedding ring"

"I think a fish is proposing to me"

"Ooo, dye"

"Are all my packages dye?"

"Tattoo set, nothing says rebel as much as this, I just got out of the castle"

"Bushy hairstyle"

"Bowerstone soldier uniform...???"

"Yule costume lmao"

"Silly outfits, dye and hair types, oh and that tattoo set"

"Out to explore more!"

[stillcominback]

𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙲𝚃'𝚂 𝙸𝙽: as a lot of you may know by know [ if you've caught any of my previous posts about it ], i'm moving with my parents back to california from texas -- where i've been for about 30 years -- because overall? it'll be good for me. i'm sick of texas for the most part, i literally can't afford to live on my own [ and honestly? i like being near my parents and would just have more security and better quality of life in CA ], and i just think sometimes a change is good!

i've been waiting to see if my job will let me keep my job [ and continue to pay me dirt, even! ] ... all i was asking is that i can live in california and work remote. well, the owner has decided he will not allow me to do that. is there a good reason? in my opinion: no. he's framing it [ in his conservative white man rich business owner brain ] that I'M the one making the choice to move because i could apparently just as easily stay in texas and get my own place etc etc etc. so it's on me! unfortunately, it's just not that simple, but i guess from a guy who runs a family business and has multiple homes, it's just hard to really grasp that concept.

i'm literally so furious and so heartbroken at the same time. i know it's not the best company, and yeah i guess, we can say this is for the best in the end? but that doesn't make it hurt less. i've been there for almost 11 fucking years. my ENTIRE career out of college. through ups and downs, i was always working my ass off and being a great employee ... shining reviews and reputation with literally everyone. it just hurts that that ultimately means nothing when i'm finally asking for something in return. i take the poverty wages, take the working in the office when i hate it for the most part, i've taken having to hear misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic, every-phobic thing over the years ... then i ask for ONE thing in 11 years [ that's literally not even a big ask ] and it's a ✨no✨.

i feel so lost. like i don't even know how to be without this job, and as much as people tell me YOU'RE SO TALENTED! YOU'RE SO GREAT! YOU'LL FIND SOMETHING SOOOO MUCH BETTER! i wanna believe it, but my brain just ... doesn't. maybe it's imposter syndrome or just how fucking down on myself i feel right now. i still appreciate it because i literally don't know what i would do without my friends and family's support right now like ... even if i can't see it for myself, it means the literal world to me.

plus sides [ i guess ]: i should be able to keep my laptop [ but i'll lose adobe cc so ... i may need some recs or help on how to at least get photoshop cause idk how i'll carry on without it lmao ]; my manager who is a literal saint and one of the best people i know [ she actually pissed the owner off going to the mat for me lmao "he doesn't like to be questioned" ... insert the biggest eye-roll of my life ] ... but she said she would help me with literally everything from linkedin to my resume to a portfolio, and i know that'll be like everything to me while i just .... try to navigate all of this ON TOP OF trying to move.

ALSO: i think i can work until i leave, if that's what i want to do ... i'm still trying to figure all of this out because honestly? even though it's not much? i need the money. but then i'm also like i don't wanna do the owner any favors by having me work while they maybe start putting out feelers to replace me, yknow? BUT THEN AGAIN, i'm hurting my boss more than him [ and that's the twisted, frustrated thing about all of this ... it hurts us way more than it does anything to him but he still gets to make the choice for us ]. SO! i dunno! i may just use all my PTO and see how far that gets me lmao but i feel like at the end of the day, i have to look out for myself and maybe just trying to pull in as many paychecks as i can [ since we also don't have a hard 'we're moving!' date at the moment ] is the best idea ... even if the idea of going into the office and acting normal like literally makes me so ... 😤 but i dunno! my brain is a mess! afjhksdfda

SO YEAH. i just wanted to update you guys because i do consider you friends. whether we talk a little or a lot, i appreciate all of you so much and just wanted to keep folks in the loop with where my life and my head's at right now. not the best but ... just trying to keep it moving. honestly nooooo clue when writing is gonna happen here again??? i do miss / enjoy the distraction of plotting and talking about all this stuff so don't be shy, i just don't know when i'll have the time or capacity to just write here [ maybe once we move and stuff settles a little bit? ] -- but yeah, in the meantime, please come chat with me, let's plot dynamics and all that shit because it still makes me so happy and lets me take my mind on a little vacation lmao love you all, truly! ❤️

[tobiasdrake]

This is it. The final answer: How was the illusion pulled off?

This is the last mystery to solve. Car 1 and Car 5 switched places. They had to. In fact, even though there are five cars, I don't think Car 5 was in its proper place. That's why the door wouldn't open. There was no car past Car 4.

I've been thinking about the mysterious reappearance of "Car 1". And I think the Car 1 that we fled the corpo-cops through might be Car 5.

Instead of being past Car 4 at the tail end, Car 5 could have been attached at the front past Car 1. So. Blackout and shaking as Car 1 detaches from the train, moving ahead with Car 5. Car 1 detaches from Car 5 at the front and then moves around the curve to the back of the tunnel, then re-enters. Car 1 connects to the train at the rear. Then the train moves forward and connects with Car 5 ahead of it.

This swap explains how Zilch disappeared after swapping himself with Aphex's corpse. While we slowly made our way back through cars 2, 3, and 4, he was in car 1 moving and dressing Aphex's body, as well as burning the numbers off. Then he popped into Car 5 in front of Car 1, which we never entered.

Switch takes place, automated system moves Car 1 to the rear in time for us to enter it and mistake it for Car 5. Then, when we're stopped at the station, he does a little bow and walks his jolly ass off the train shortly before the corpo-cops chase us through it.

This also answers the biggest, most burning mystery that Kokohead hasn't even mentioned once: What the fuck happened to his adorable puppy dog hat? Obviously, he wouldn't want to risk losing such a precious item in the swap, so it was waiting in Car 5 for him the whole time.

That's my theory. That's what I'm going with.

We'll see what the real answer is.

Right. One way or another, the blackout was the power switching from the Main control system in Car 1 to the Backup control system in Car 3.

Right! And the reason it failed was because Car 1 detached from the front of the train!

With the fifth ahead of it! That's why Bestie Melami couldn't get the rear door on Car 4 to open! Because Car 5 was in front of Car 1! I may have let Zilch's letter trick me into letting my suspicions of him fade and focusing on Aphex instead, but my train car switcheroo is CORRECT, dammit!

...

Wait, why DID Zilch have a letter? That doesn't add up, actually. Even if Zilch was an imposter, that would mean the real Zilch had a letter. Zilch and Yuma are the only ones confirmed to have letters telling them to go to Kanai Ward.

Then. We. We still have a headcount problem. We never confirmed letters from Melami, Pucci, Aphex, or Zange. If Zilch and Yuma were supposed to be on this train, then one of those four wasn't. This goes back to what I was saying about how, if it was Zilch, Aphex, or Zange, then they might not have known that six people would be an incorrect count.

The killer did not take action to shore up the headcount because nobody was directly told that only five people should be here. Someone else shouldn't be on this train. Specifically, Zange or Aphex, since Pucci and Melami knew about the headcount.

...

Or maybe the letter was forged, though? I don't know. Questions for later, I suppose. Back to my victory march about the one thing I was unambiguously right about.

Thus allowing Car 1 to move to the rear, Car 5 to stay in the front, and Zilch to "vanish" into Car 5 until we entered Kanai Ward. Done and done!

No, that can't be right. I considered that, it was my going theory, but then you definitely fled through a fifth car after--

...oh. After the train was stopped. Yeah. That one could have just been chilling in Kanai Ward station the entire time. I'm an idiot. Okay, fine, the car switcheroo is only near-perfectly right.

Yeah, that makes perfect sense.

Just like Zilch. I had it and then I let a false clue lead me astray.

I did point that out! The extinguisher seemed like it was there to bait us into using it. That we were supposed to break the window with it so that it would match the broken window in the false Car 1 they had at the station explains that!

OH! That's what the bloodstain on the lock was about. I totally missed the meaning behind that. Wow, yeah, that is conclusive evidence of the car swap. Good job fucking up, Yuma!

So there were some details I missed. But I still feel good about how much of this I got. There's just one burning question left to ask.

[10holmes]

Thanks for the fanfic ask game qs, now it's your turn! :D

I hope these aren't too many qs, but I'd love to know your thoughts:

C, K, M, S, T, V, Y

Thank you :)

Yay! Thanks so much for asking! So excited to answer these questions 😍🙏🏼🎉

The full (very long - sorry!) answer to be found below the cut! 😁

C: What character do you identify with most?

Oooh that's a tricky question... I think I can't boil it down to just one character but a blend of characters? I think the characters I tend to stan and ship are a good indicator bc I usually fixate most on ships and characters that somehow speak to me or that I relate to.

For example with XueXiao, I really identify with Xiao Xingchen in the way that he is kind and helpful to others and follows this ideal of wanting to make the world a better place and leaving the mountain for that, aka a place he could stay placid and content in, to instead do something about the injustices he knows about in the "real world", even if that means facing hardships and pain and struggles.

As for Xue Yang, I really relate to him and see him as my deepest darkest side if I could throw my morality over board. I am someone who whole-heartedly proclaims "eat the rich" and means it, so if I was any more like Xue Yang in the way not to give a fuck, I'd also just kill the people that hurt me or others and go unhinged... 😅🙈 Slight difference between us being I would not kill indiscriminately and for the fun of it or for the slightest offense but really only target corrupt rich people and super capitalists and fascists that have it coming for them 🤭

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

I really don't want to spoil anything, but it has to do with an alternative chapter / ending I came up with for my LiuJiu A/B/O fic. I love happy endings as much as the next fanfic reader but sometimes I just want to make myself and others hurt. And this one will hopefully make my readers scream.

Also there's a XueXiao reincarnation fic WIP I can't wait to post. It's nearly finished and I wrote it while listening to Tom Odell's "Another Love" on repeat - which should give you enough of a vibe to imagine the angst level of this fic. I'll just say this much: unrequited love 🤭👍🏼

Sorry I can't be more specific but I really don't want to spoil anything more😅🙈

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd like to share?

Maybe it's because I'm too young to know that phrasing or maybe it's a native speaker thing but I had to google what this meant first and hope Google got it right 😅🤣

My WIP file is massive... To give you a glimpse: Next to the ones mentioned above I've also started:

- an angsty post-canon Beefleaf fic, where SQX is haunted by a hanging ghost and made to kill herself but HX intervenes and they start their journey of reconciling, don't know if I'll ever finish it...

- a VegasPete vampire / vampire hunter AU based on a Tumblr prompt and gif-set post but I'll very likely never continue that...

- a LiuJiu AU where SJ is present during the events of SVSSS and LQQ knows SY is an imposter and now tries to bring back SJ into his former body. This has angst and hurt written into every line. Sadly it's merely all in my head...

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Enemies to Lovers always hits! It's my jam!

Also the angstier the merrier! Hit me with the feels, the pain, the hurt, the agony! Doesn't even have to have a happy ending, I'm a sucker for being emotionally destroyed and also emotionally destroying my readers (though I tend to give them a happy ending at least) 😈🤣👍🏼

And, like you, omegaverse is my guilty pleasure - the smuttier the better 😏

And speaking of guilty pleasures I also have to say monster-fuck AUs are on the menu as well... There have been some really good SongXueXiao ones, I've read. Didn't know that was something I'd ever be into - my 14 year old self would probably be appalled. But here we are 🤣🤣

Soulmate and Fated Pair AUs are something I like to dig into as well.

And I'm also really into mermaid AUs. Especially when one is human and the fic gives off The Little Mermaid vibes.

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

I don't know why but any modern day AUs especially High School AUs... I just can't read it. The most I will do is mob boss / mafia or reincarnation where they slowly uncover their past, but if canon events are set in modern times/contexts I don't really like it for some reason 😅

But I'm actually quite open to a lot of fics and it's mostly not the tropes I can't stand but characterisation or writing style 😅🙈

V: If you could write the sequel/prequel to any fanfic out there (not you own) which would it be?

Bruh... What a difficult question... I haven't ever thought about writing continuations or pre-quels for existing fic as I love them the way they are and mostly just in between imagine possible canon-divergences if the characters had made different choices...

But I guess, from the top of my head, I'd like to write a sequel to "Mark of Jasmine" to give LiuJiu an alternative or reincarnation happy ending because they've really been played in that one... 🙈😅

Y: A character you want to protect?

So many. All my little blorbos and meow meows. On the top of that list - obviously - Xue Yang. But I'd also step in front of my best bois Loki and Shen Jiu to shield them. They deserve so much better 💕😭

Now thanks again for the ask and for reading this long-ass reply, it was my pleasure 🤣

[marcmight]

Alright, just watched the new episode, and holy shit. There's so much I want to talk about (BEE HUG) but I want to focus on Ruby specifically so-

I don't think we've seen Ruby this... vulnerable before. Like we saw snippets of it throughout the series, but not to this extent. And judging by the new opening (holy fuck the new opening is amazing) it's definitely not gonna be a one and done thing. Ruby looks downright depressed throughout the op and the only time we actually see her not in despair is when we see what's probably a hallucination/imposter making the creepiest fucking smile.

Obviously this is going to be a very painful arc for Ruby, and I can't wait to see what happens next.

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #316

Vanoss Crew Prompts & Sentence Starters: [ 8 ]

SMII7Y

Why would you let me play again?

Why, he’s going to win?

We can win this game together.

What the fuck did you get?

I’ll have to come in and save the day.

How do you get one every time?

You shouldn’t have talked shit.

Where did he get that?

Let’s go…back to where we were.

I can’t do any of that.

I’ve been waiting so long for this!

This is literally a dream come true.

I can't see it, but I spent money on this, so I hope it looks good for you.

What the fuck you doing up there?

Let’s survey the area.

Yes, I am aware of that, and I will get to that.

This is couples therapy.

I’m coming to check it out.

Look at you go, beautiful.

Are you just standing in the middle and spinning?

BIGPUFFER

As long as I am in the middle.

He's looking right at us, I think he got pissed.

What is this red spot?

He'll probably jump over it.

He's throwing a rock.

Can you take shelter inside?

There's another guy in here.

Can you go to the roof, take the ladder to your left.

What have we created?

Wait, are we going against each other, how does this work?

BLARGMYSCHNOOPLE

I was so excited that I was the crab.

Oh my God, you guys are so far away.

Oh, you did this at a very bad time.

I was facing the wrong way and someone froze me.

My game isn't even up yet.

Hold on, let me try something.

Can't hit what you can't see, bitch.

Hit me, I dare you.

Well, I'll see you guys later, we're all done.

Like two seconds ago, but you weren't paying attention.

GRIZZY

And there's people on top of the hill.

Are you guys coming in here with me?

I'm so sorry!

I got no shields.

Why are you doing handstands?

We're never gonna see him again.

I guess I'll take it.

Look at us arguing like brother and sister, oh my God.

Now I'm trapped in the corner.

I tried to save your life.

VANOSSGAMING

Where's leaf blower guy?

Relax, it's just a crab.

What the fuck is that down there?

Kill me, bitch, I don't have it.

Uh, I did something bad.

I think it's quite crafty, it's in my art project.

I don't know, I've never seen that before.

I lost all composure when I saw something pop up, and I started clicking.

I told you the birds steal shit.

Should I start it?

NOGLA

Oh, that means we survived one day, congratulations.

Where do we get out, is this our new home?

Okay, we’re back here, what’s up?

Maybe he gave me a break this week.

It's like a wooden cookie.

You can't do anything with this.

He has your eyes, he's your baby.

We should probably prepare.

Stop going down, bitch.

Nope, you want me to take a photo of him?

MOO

What was the code?

I'm just gonna enter every number.

I got it, I'm so freaking smart.

Learn how to do math, idiots.

I should be in bed right now.

I have feelings still.

I'm a killing machine. 

Someone's here.

That's actually genius.

Oh, we're fighting different people.

WILDCAT

I'm not sucking enough people.

If you're an imposter, I kindly ask you to take us both out.

Can I have a milkshake?

You know what, I'll take it.

Oh my God, I just witnessed that.

Yes, obviously, dumbass!

Ask him why he did that.

You can't talk to anyone that's already dead, right?

That was fun, you got to talk to him for a little bit.

That was a fun little adventure we went on.

[pb-dot]

Film Friday: Hush (2016)

I'm on a bit of a thriller track after talking about Red Eye last week. Today I want to talk about another movie where a woman deals with a threatening man, and things are decidedly less romcom initially, aiming for more of a "this madman is hunting people for sport" kind of vibe. There is something to be said for drilling down to the core of things.

Maddie is an author and, like many of us, she's a bit of a recluse. Granted, not all of us take it to the level where they live alone in the woods, but I'm sure more would if presented with the opportunity. Further adding to her isolation is the fact that Maddie is deaf-mute after a childhood illness. Nevertheless, Maddie's days of not quite being able to make herself write and battling imposter syndrome get disrupted when one of her few friends in the area is brutally murdered by a masked assailant who, upon realizing that Maddie is deaf, decides to really fuck with her.

What follows is an almost uncomfortably tense game of cat and mouse. The assailant, so mysterious his role's credited as "The Man," clearly enjoys the power Maddie's deafness affords him, and so instead of sneaking up to her and killing her right away, steals her phone and starts terrorizing her by sending her pictures from the thing. In an early confrontation, he even unmasks in front of Maddie to make it crystal clear that he does not intend for her to make it through the night.

This isn't to say Maddie is taking this all lying down, far from it. After an early encounter puts her in a position where her two choices are 1: killing this guy or 2. dying out here, she does gun for the stronger, faster, decidedly more bloodthirsty man with what little she has. It's one of those desperate struggles that even when Maddie pulls a Wait Until Dark (1967) with her visual fire alarm is settled more by a lucky shot than any innate ability.

It's a nasty, brutish kind of story, but I honestly feel better about the brutishness than say The Strangers, who pits preternaturally sneaky and scheming killers against regular fallible humans. The Man is not the kind of man you want to be pitted against, but he's strong and capable in the way a regular human might be, and he bleeds like the rest of us. It makes for a high-tension sort of chase that maintains the energy despite a relatively low bodycount for a slasher.

Hush is a product of mid-budget horror master Mike Flannagan and his wife and co-writer Kate Siegel, who also plays the main character. I would have preferred to see the main role be played by a deaf actress. Not because Siegel does a bad job or anything, she's quite excellent and expressive and does a lot to communicate the character and the horrors that she faces. It'd just be a really cool role for a deaf actress, like how Millicent Simmonds really elevated A Quiet Place to something quite special.

The movie is decidedly less of a heady experience than many others I favor, but this isn't a strike against it in my book. Hush finds its home in the limbic system. It's not what it's about or how it is about it, it's about how there's a guy out there and he can see you but you can't see him and he's going to GET you. It's a primal fear, prey fear, more concerned with its emotional impact than what it's saying.

This isn't to say it has nothing in that regard, paralleling Maddie's ability to plan for her survival with her ability to work out and visualize a plot. Like many writers before her, she's struggling with the impossibility of getting her plot started, and she similarly struggles with engaging with the main challenges to survival until something in her figures out that there's no other choice than to Do It Scared or face death with a whimper. This feels very correct as far as writing processes go, although the stakes generally aren't quite as high as death.

It feels wrong to call a movie as brutal as Hush fun, but certainly is captivating. It does terrible things to the protagonist, but more for catharsis than for fun, and once in a while I believe it's healthy for the soul to have a movie kick the shit out of you.