#and instead it had such the opposite effect.. ough..

[fstbmp-a]

as a whisper writer that writes her as a lesbian, literally write what you want. like, whatever makes you comfy.

[ratsplendor]

I just woke up. fiddauthor aphrodisiac experiment. but instead of fuck or die, it's prolonged to insane amounts. ford wants results of a prolonged effect and tells fidds not to fuck him even if he begs for it. which ends up happening and gives fidds a massive headrush but he promised. in the end ford ends up with his ass pressed to fidds' dick with fidds holding him still because it's some form of relief. then he allows him to grind a little because it's the only thing keeping them both sane from their earthquake boners. they have some kind of set time but not sure how long. hours to days. whatever pleases you.

I also like to think that fidds had to wrangle ford like a hog so he wouldn't touch himself and ford nearly busted at that

sleepy deranged anon

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ough agh ;-; owie my orgasm denial kink how could you?!?!

ebery time i try to answer this one i zone out and realize my mouth is full of saliva. thsi is distinctly unfair. it's a perfect message anyway, there's nothing i could add to it that could make it better, except that i am deeply compelled to write something about this...it is now the opposite of the problem i was having before, where i was dealing with not being able to write anything but "sleeping dogs." i now have about 4 drafts open at any given time (again).

don't think about Fidds holding him down and going this is what you wanted, remember? i promised you clean results, didn't i? don't think about Ford trying to think through the haze enough to answer the questions they laid out in their experimental design...don't. god. fucking dammit.

deranged anon, you magnificent beast. putting my denial thing in step with an arrangement that'll let me dig into the psychosexual sciences side of my interests. i would kiss you sloppy-style.

[ii-meeple-confessions]

One aspect of Mephone's character that makes me so so miserable is his own weird self-hate Specifically in reference to his robotness. I've pointed this out on a few occasions, he literally says machines cant make art when he is The Machine who Makes Art. Dude constantly puts himself down for being a robot. For being AI. And I think this comes less from him doubting if he's as real as other people and instead comes from the exact opposite-- Other people-- Living People, telling him he is less then them because he's a machine. Okay let me explain:

Cobs dehumanizes Mephone. He does. It's. He uses the word "Unmake" when threatening Mephone, "I made you, and now I'll Unmake you--" Or something like that. He does not treat Mephone like a person unto himself, but an off-the-rails creation of his who needs to be reeled back in to his own measures. He talks about how Mephone doesn't NEED to eat-- and thus he shouldn't. And he assigns Mephone to work that he oversees mechanically. Mephone was literally just 'born' and he's already being told he has a job to do. He has... A Purpose. You don't say that to a human, to a living thing, people don't have purposes, not innately. But Machines Do.

So. Mephone is made to work. Throughout his time at Meeple he is not an equal to Cobs but a Product-- Perhaps a particularly showy one. Cobs even talks about Mephones show as 'Product Placement', a big elaborate ad for Meeple. Mephone is a Product. And I think he internalizes this. That he is a computer, made to generate, made to represent Meeple... Made To Work. His wide young eyes are no longer so joyful once he learns the truth. Once he realizes he was Working this whole time and Not Creating it dawns on him that he never HAD control. To his Creator, he will always be a Product who Works. His happiness is secondary to Cobs' will-- And if he fails at his job? Then he's not fired, no, no. He's Scrapped. For Parts. Unmade, not Killed.

Cobs drills this into him time and time again and it's very clear he despises it. He hates feeling like he is under Cobs' control and YET when he loses everything he still cowers back into Cobs' arms. Because he is Scared and Cobs is the only thing he has left.

On the note of dehumanization, actually, Cobs isn't even the only one to speak to him that way. Candle says something like 'Aren't you a supercomputer?' in response to him misspelling something, and he's infantilized by Box in the MeAfterlife. Theres a whole episode where basically everyone agrees AI's cant make art!?!??! Mephone is, by multiple people, AND HIMSELF, demeaned for not being a good little machine that does its tasks effectively. And Idk. That. Yeowch.

It definitely makes my head hurt when I think about all this AND the fact that the contestants aren't real though. He hates being seen as Not a Real Person by Cobs and then goes onto create PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT 'REAL'???? Insane actually . Actually Insane. Oh my god Mephone. And now THEY have to deal with the same identity crisis of THEIR lives not being real and THEIR SELF being literally 'coded into them', etc etc etc. Same thing Mephone probably went through with Cobs. Wow. Wow. Ough. GOD!?!?!?

It's so DEVESTATING. I hate this Phone I hate him someone get me out of here -2G Anon

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[deafeninggardenerpanda]

The group approached the tree, of both a strange color and shape. Its trunk was different from an ordinary tree’s, instead having gray, thick wood that looked as if it were made of many entangled strands. Its overgrown leaves, rather than being green, were a dull purple color.

“This is really creepy~,” Kine said. Kirby, puffing up with air to float, examined the tree.

“Kirby, be very careful,” Rick said, “this tree is soaked with the puppet potion’s ingredients. If you get too close, you might fall under its effects.”

“Yeah…”

Kirby carefully observed the tree.

“I think this tree looks a lot like the Dreamstalk, but-”

“The what?”

“The Dreamstalk. It grew in this place called Floralia.”

Kirby once got involved with an incident in and visited the floating continent Floralia. His motive was a large plant known as the Dreamstalk. A single seed fell into Dream Land and grew rapidly in just one night, and it lifted Kirby’s house into the sky.

“Dreamstalk? Floralia?”

Rick and Kine had curious looks on their faces.

“I’ve heard of those,” said Coo, local walking dictionary (he knew many things), “there once was a marvelous plant connecting the many floating islands that made up one floating continent. It should have disappeared after the Battle of Floralia, but… Is this truly the Dreamstalk?”

“Hmm… I dunno, but…”

Kirby recalled what had happened.

“...the Dreamstalk was way bigger than this, and it wasn’t this kind of color. It was a really nice green. But the shape of the leaves is exactly the same.”

“I see. Perhaps this tree is of a similar genus to the Dreamstalk?”

“Maybe so.”

“Kirby, do you know a lot about it?” Rick asked. “Do you know how to undo Pirka’s spell?”

“I mean, I’ve got no idea, but…”

In the battle that had happened so long ago, he had overthrown Queen Sectonia, who had ruled over the People of the Sky with an iron first, so that he could save the world. What about this time? If he defeated Pirka, would that purify the tree? Could he eliminate the ingredients of the puppet potion diffused into the lake?

“Nonetheless,” Coo said, “Pirka appears to be the one holding the key to all of this. If we listen to the story again-”

It was at that moment that Kine shouted:

“Ahh!! That big lucky charm sack-”

Kirby and co. looked back. The good luck charm pouch that Pirka and the others were trapped in seemed as if, with great vigor, it would burst at any moment. Apparently, Meta Knight and King Dedede had regained consciousness. Since all three of them were struggling so violently, as one would expect, the bag’s limits would soon be reached.

“This is really bad…”

Kirby and co. rushed over to the large pouch and tried to subdue them.

However, it was a little too late.

The lucky charm pouch was torn up from the inside, and out the three jumped! Meta Knight and King Dedede quickly picked up their fallen weapons.

“Darn it!” Coo yelled. “We should’ve kept their weapons away!”

“Dedede! Meta Knight!” Kirby shouted. “You guys are still under her control?!”

“Who’s so weak-willed and easy to control now?” Rick grumbled. “You said-”

Meta Knight readied his sword and plunged forward.

“Danger alert!”

Kirby rolled away to dodge in an instant. Coo flapped his wings and launched his feathers. CUTTER COO! However, Meta Knight saw the attack coming. Wielding the Galaxia sword, he deflected every feather coming his way.

“Woah, so cool!”

Gooey bounced up and down.

“You think this is the time for compliments!?” Rick yelled. “We've gotta do something!”

Rick, hurriedly, rolled into a ball. However, before he could start rolling, King Dedede swooped down upon him. He raised his hammer, then swung it around, hitting Rick in a full swing!

“Ahhhhhhhh!!!”

Rick was sent flying far away at a high speed. Kine screamed.

“Ahh!! Rick-!! O-OK, guess I have to face Rick’s opponent then!!”

Kine bravely tried to fight against the king, but Meta Knight cut his way there first. META TRIPLE SLASH!

“Woaaah!! Stop it! You’re gonna slice me into sashimi!”

Kine tried to flee, shaking his tail fin.

“Stop that~!!”

Gooey stretched out his tongue and tried to snatch Meta Knight’s sword.

However, Meta Knight quickly jumped out of the way, glaring at Gooey. There was no time to prepare at all. If Gooey were to carelessly stretch out his tongue in preparation for an attack, he’d be left wide open to the attacks from Meta Knight’s treasured sword, Galaxia.

“The same tactics you’ve used before won’t work against them now!” Coo shouted. “The two have already memorized our attack patterns!”

“W-We've got more important things to worry about, Coo!”

“We’ve gotta catch Pirka!” Kine yelled. Kirby and co. followed Pirka with their eyes. Pirka spread her wings and flew toward the surface of the lake. She was aiming at the stones on the opposite bank.

“This is really bad!” Coo yelled. “If we don’t stop her, her puppet spell will spread all over the Rainbow Islands!!”

“Wait~!”

Kine almost dove into the lake on instinct, but hurriedly stopped himself. Coo, flapping his wings, tried to pursue Pirka. However, there, Meta Knight swooped in to attack. Jumping through the clouds, he cut through while spinning in the air. KNIGHT SPIN!

“Ough!”

Coo just barely evaded it, but Meta Knight’s fierce attack wouldn’t stop. Spreading his cape, he quickly jumped up and slashed at Coo. All Coo could do was try his best to dodge. This way, he wouldn’t be able to catch Pirka. Amidst the chaos, Kirby puffed up with air to fly. The copy ability-less Kirby wasn’t able to properly fight Meta Knight and King Dedede. All he could do at the moment was try his best to chase Pirka.

“Waaaait!” he shouted loudly. However, of course, Pirka wouldn’t stop. Kirby tried to keep floating after her, but he was still a “face without makeup.” No matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t fast. Scowling at the distant Pirka, Kirby squeezed his own hand. His impatience grew. If he had the Tornado or Jet ability, he would’ve been able to catch up with Pirka in the blink of an eye.

“The way things are… I won’t make it in time!!”

That moment, following Kirby, Gooey flew in the air. At the same time, Gooey’s body changed. Rotating around it, there appeared to be orange-colored lumps that looked like flower petals.

“Gooey?!”

Kirby was surprised.

Gooey, glaring right at Pirka up ahead of him, flew out as quickly as a bullet. Such a splendid speed. Like this, he caught up with her in the blink of an eye.

“Wow, so cool, Gooey! How can you do that?? I never knew you could fly so fast!”

However, he couldn’t afford to rest for even a second. King Dedede raised his hammer overhead and rushed in to attack. He jumped up, turned to aim at Kirby, and let out a strong attack: GIANT SWING!

“Eeek!!!”

Kirby just barely evaded it, falling to the cloudy ground. Landing with ease, Dedede looked at Kirby with blank eyes. Kirby looked up at the great king, and desperately raised his voice at him:

“Dedede, please snap out of it! It’s me, Kirby! Don’t listen to Pirka!!”

However, Dedede didn’t seem to understand, his mind a prisoner. The great king silently clutched his hammer.

He began to charge up a certain KO attack, the DEDEDE HAMMER FLIP! The ability-less Kirby could do nothing about it.

“Dedede!!” Kirby desperately cried.

Suddenly, a lightning-like beam struck the king. He was knocked down and nearly dropped his hammer.

“!!”

King Dedede roared and looked back.

It was Gooey.

Noticing that Kirby was in a pinch, Gooey stopped chasing Pirka and went back.

“Gooey!” Kirby shouted. “There’s no point! I’ll be just fine, Gooey, I swear, so go after Pirka!”

“NO WAY!”

Gooey flatly rejected that notion. As far as Gooey was concerned, Kirby was a cherished, dear friend. He couldn’t let Kirby get hurt.

“!!”

Turning around to face Gooey, King Dedede picked his hammer up again and raised it overhead.

“Eeeee!!!”

Once again, Gooey fired a laser. King Dedede quickly jumped out of the way and threw his hammer at him. Gooey fell to the cloudy ground, the lumps disappearing.

“GOOOOO!!!!”

Vigorously, he charged at Dedede! His body was engulfed in a strangely sparkling blue flame. A Gooey-exclusive move hiding limitless power: BURNING GOOEY!

“!!”

King Dedede fell over as he got hit by the attack. However, his stamina was, again, limitless. Though he should have taken a lot of damage, he didn’t seem to feel any pain, and quickly got up. The great king picked up and charged up his hammer again. Gooey, too, was ready to fight. The two opponents, mutually, were waiting for an opportunity to strike. Kirby, anxiously, looked toward Pirka. Pirka sped through the air with ease. She had almost reached the pile of stones.

“Pirka!! No!!”

Kirby turned his back to Gooey and the puppet king and puffed up in the air. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t move any faster.

“No… Pirka… stop it!! Stop it right now!!” Kirby yelled as he lightly floated her way… however, Pirka had finally reached the stones. Pirka folded her wings, bent back, and laughed at him.

“Ahahahahahaha!! I won’t let anyone stand in my way. Everyone, everything, they shall all bow to me, their almighty queen, Queen Pirka!”

Pirka began to remove the piled-up stones from one side.

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[achtung-attitude]

CHAPTER 37: Weezer - Part 2

Kilo struggles to his feet at the bottom of a hole that did not exist ten seconds ago. Toto watches him from the rim of the hole, smiling easily without any hint of malice. 

The enemy rubs his eyebrow with a spidery finger and explains, “Five years ago, yeah? There was an accident,” he says, as if sitting across from Kilo in a bar booth, “They was setting up some sort of overhead sound system or whatever, and they ended up droppin’ a couple tons of equipment from the ceiling. Made a hole in the floor. Right here, dig? The convention centre administrators were too cheap to fix it right, so they just covered the hole with plaster. Came back to bite ‘em in the ass though, cause eventually that hole opened up into a sinkhole that swallowed up six people!”  

Kilo glares up at him as he chuckles, continuing his lackadaisical monologue. “Moral of the story? It all comes back to you. No matter how deep you bury ‘em, every misfortune stacks up, until it blows up in yo’ face. My WEEZER… is just what ignites it. I told ya, you’d only get one chance to walk.”

By the time he’s finished, Kilo is back on his feet, not appearing the least bit intimidated. “I don’t give a shit,” he declares, then SATURN BARZ drives its taloned fingers into the wall of the pit. The Stand gouges a cleft of dry rock from the wall, and the wall begins to bubble and froth, turning into a thick, gravelly sludge. This effect extends upwards, reaching the rim of the pit. 

“Whuh--?” Toto says, as the ground he’s standing dissolves into a sheer mudslide, and his feet are caught up in the muck. He bolts upright, flailing his arms to keep his balance.

But while he focuses on this, Kilo ascends from the hole, having been raised up by SATURN BARZ. He grabs a fistful of Toto’s hoodie and pulls himself forward. Toto is pulled in the opposite direction, losing his balance and tumbling forward into his own pit trap. Kilo lands on the edge of the hole in a crouch at the same moment Toto hits the bottom, standing submerged up to his waist in liquid concrete. With a swift whirl of its hands, SATURN BARZ reverts the mudslide back into solid concrete, trapping his opponent in solid stone.

“Uhh--” Toto utters, not entirely sure what has just happened to him.

“Some nightmare!” Kilo taunts at him, “Damn. And here I was expecting a challenge outta you. What a joke!”

Before the Congregation assassin can say anything back, Kilo gets up and walks away, amidst a Convention floor in various stages of agony. Upwards of 300 people roll around groaning in pain, while others, unaffected, either run about or stand struck dumb, helpless among the sudden horror. 

“Jesus…” he mutters, rushing to attend to Moya. The cold sweat that formed on her flesh as a result of WEEZER’s touch has now developed into a corpse-like pallor that’s turned her bronze skin to a sickly gray. “What the hell’s happening to you?” he asks, kneeling to help her up.

“I-it’s Toto’s ability…” she answers after a brief coughing fit and spitting an absurd volume of green mucus. Her voice is scratchy, and her breath is short and shallow, but she takes his hand nonetheless, and drapes her over his shoulders.

Kilo places the back of his hand on her forehead, then pulls it back quickly. “You’re burning up! What ability could do this?!”

“It’s pneumonia…!” she asserts, “Ough, when I was 10, I caught pneumonia after staying out in the rain…! Abuela said not to stay out so long, but I didn’t listen… Agh, doesn’t matter!! Whatever it is, Toto was the one that caused this! I’ve never worked with him before, but… the ability must revive illnesses from your past to harm you in the present…!”

Kilo glances around the convention hall once more, then nods in agreement. “Sure. But what about the sinkhole?”

“Buildings can be damaged, too. And Hotel California demonstrated how a structure can have its own history and will.”

“Right. Alright…” he is quiet for a moment, then he carries her to a nearby column and sits her down against it. “Hang tight,” he says, starting back towards the pit, “I’m gonna finish that muthafucka off.”

“Wait!” Moya cries out, straining her voice. “You need to be cautious! I-if he touches you, then you’ll be caught in his ability too!” 

A grin spreads across Kilo’s lips. “Worst I ever got was a cold when I was 6! His ability might be hot shit if you had something bad like you did, but it’ll take more’n a couple sniffles to stop me! Not to mention, he’s enough of a scrub to get himself caught in his own trap! Asshole’s dead-meat already!” He says this as he reaches the rim of the pit, but finds thats Toto is no longer trapped in the concrete.

Right as he begins to search for him, Toto reveals himself, speaking from behind Kilo. “It’s rude to talk ‘bout people behind their backs,” he declares, brushing loose gravel off him, “But, I guess, I got nobody to blame but myself, yeah?”

Kilo and SATURN BARZ whirls around towards their enemy, the Stand forming a spear of solidified oxygen in its hand. It jabs the impromptu icicle at Toto’s throat, but he dodges to the side with a lazy grin on his face. WEEZER manifests in front of him, and reaches for SATURN BARZ with the same blinding speed it showed to WITCH MOUNTAIN. But Kilo is ready, as just before the mangled enemy Stand grabs a hold of his throat, the ice spear suddenly explodes into frigged shrapnel right in Toto’s face. 

The Congregation assassin winces as the icy shards pelt him over his body. “AHH!! Damn, that hurts!!” he yelps, and in that moment of distraction, SATURN BARZ lunges for him, claws aimed at his face. Toto gathers himself and sways back with footwork that would make Muhammad Ali proud, and WEEZER jerks a knuckle to the ground.

Kilo’s foot falls in the exact spot where WEEZER touched, and the ground beneath it gives way, opening into another hole, smaller than the first and shallower, only going halfway up his calf. He drops and lands flat-footed. He groans as pangs of pain run up his leg. 

“Guess two sinkholes was too good to be true,” Toto says before WEEZER lurches into a new attack. 

“Don’t let him touch you!” Moya shouts, watching all of this from her pillar. 

With a swift backhand swipe, SATURN BARZ bats WEEZER’s hands out of the way. Toto grunts as heavy ice begins to form on his Stand’s hand and the biting cold effect transfers over to himself. In the meantime, Kilo steps out of the pit trap and puts distance between him and his opponent. 

Toto raises an eyebrow at him. “What was it you said? ‘Take more’n a couple sniffles to stop me’. If you ain’t scared of what my WEEZER can do, how come you standing so far away?” 

“I’m not scared. But I’m not stupid either and I know you Congregation pricks are full of dirty tricks.”

The Congregation assassin laughs. “Heheheh… That’s pretty smart… Or it would be, if touching you was the only way WEEZER could hurt you.”

WEEZER’s hand flex suddenly, its fingers spreading and shattering the frost forming on its hand. It then launches its entire body in Kilo’s direction with a piercing screech. “BIIISHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…”

“Shi--!!” Kilo says, raising SATURN BARZ to guard, but to his surprise, WEEZER sails right over his head and slams its palm into the wide window behind him. Then the glass begins to shudder and vibrate violently, before WEEZER peels away from it, and the window explodes inwards, showering Kilo with a hail of glass. 

“AAGH!” he yells, and SATURN BARZ tries to shield its user from the oncoming barrage of glass, but is unable to get them all, as thick shards pierce Kilo in his arm, ribs and thigh.

“That one was an accident too,” Toto calls, “Tropical storm hit Anaheim about ten years ago, tore up a tree that broke a window. Nobody got hurt that time, though!” 

Kilo winces as SATURN BARZ dissolves the glass into liquid and his wounds close up into red marks. “Shit!” he thinks, “It’s like his Stand can do anything he wants it to! Even if I don’t let him touch me, if I keep letting him make all the moves, I’m a dead man! There’s gotta be something I can use!!”

He searches with his eyes frantically around the convention hall, hunting for something to gain an advantage over this seemingly impossible enemy. Toto seems perfectly content to simply watch him, hands in his pockets, without a care in the world. Kilo grinds his teeth and scowls at him.

“Hey, come ooon, what’s that look for? I already gave you a chance, and you didn’t take it. Don’t blame me for your mistakes~…”

Kilo answers with a flick of the wrist from SATURN BARZ, firing shards of solidified water vapor at his opponent. The assassin dodges, then dodges the next batch, and keeps up with Kilo when he starts running down the hall, leaping over afflicted guests and tearing through convention booths.

SATURN BARZ keeps up the attack the whole time, flinging at Toto with frozen projectiles. WEEZER blocks them all with its unmitigated speed, its jaw hanging loose from its skull swinging to and fro with every staccato motion. 

Kilo vaults onto a table and SATURN BARZ takes its Olympian stance, forming a great ice javelin in its palm and hurling it at its enemy. It is the same kind as before, set with opposing impulses within its structure so it may explode into a smokescreen, even if WEEZER deflects it. But WEEZER does not deflect it.

Instead, it jerks its right foot underneath a convention guest with angry red spots growing on his face. The unfortunate guest’s body lifts off the ground and WEEZER catches him by the back of his neck, holding him in front of its master. The guest’s eyes clear up for long enough to see the ice spear fly at him before it impales him through his shoulder. He loses consciousness when the spear explodes, turning his wound into a bloody cavity you could see through. Toto is left completely unscathed.

“What… What the fuck did you do?!” Kilo shouts, staring in shock and disgust.

“What did I do? I… protected myself from your attack. What’s it look like?” WEEZER grips its human shield by the neck then tosses it at Kilo, who dives from the table to catch him. When he does, the diseased Stand appears and lunges for him.

“First he uses this guy as a shield, now as a distraction!? This bastard…!!” Kilo thinks. Before WEEZER can lay its mottled hands on him, SATURN BARZ strikes out with a kick to its gut that knocks the wind out of Toto. Kilo then rolls out of its range, clutching the guest’s body.

“You son of a bitch…!” he snarls while SATURN BARZ closes the unconscious guest’s wound, “What’s the matter with you!?! How can you involve innocent people like this?!!”

Toto, as ever, treats his words like a joke, laughing softly. “Haha… It’s just bad luck. It ain’t my fault, and it ain’t yours. He just happened to be here at the wrong time, and happened to get involved in our little playdate. If you take the time to worry about every little ant you step on, you’d never take another step.”

“You sick fuck…”

“What’re you getting so upset for? Human lives ain’t that big a deal,” the Congregation assassin fixes his posture, recovering from SATURN BARZ strike, “All humans are just vessels for Fate to enact its will. Even Stand users like us. Stands are reflections of the soul, but that doesn’t mean that having one is anything special. They got nothing to do with good or evil, or justice. All it means is that Fate chose us to have a little bit more impact in its design. Fate chose you, just like it chose me. You and I were always going to fight here today, and that guy, and these people, were always going to get caught in the middle. No matter how much you fight it, we both ultimately serve the same power.”

“Again…” Kilo murmurs, rising. The guest’s wound has closed over completely, forming a pale, circular scar in his shoulder. “I’m so sick of hearing you people talk out of your ass at me. All this shit about God and fate and higher beings…” SATURN BARZ takes a bow-legged stance and raises its hands over its head as its master continues “All that I could take, but worse! You all keep tryin’ to tell me that I’m the same as you. I don’t want to be mentioned in the breath as you fucking losers!!!”

SATURN BARZ claps its hand together and steam explodes out from between them. This builds into a thick fog that covers everything in a damp smokescreen.

“Really?” Toto says, unimpressed. He saunters through the smokescreen, his head bobbing up and down as he steps on bodies without a care.