#and its just been going on for so long like. its just a period of time where its downs and downs and downs

[ilickyautjas]

Stranded

hello, here with a little concept story / short little idea!! hopefully you all enjoy it as i enjoyed the idea of it hehe. It’s not too long as i’m not really the best at writing longer fics, but id be down to do more oneshots about it in the future!

imagine this, being a scientist sent with military operatives to a foreign planet in search of alien specimens to bring back to study. Of course, things go awry when you realized that there was not only xenomorphs, but a smarter alien species as well. Specifically ones who liked to hunt.

Now imagine this, being a yautja mother, finally returning to the hunt after a period of downtime due to having recently given birth. Little did you know, your very young child had snuck aboard the ship. And by the time you found out it was too late, and that little toddler had gone waddling off somewhere on the planet. That leaves you with one livid yautja mother and two scared shitless yautja males (her hunting partners).

You had seen only brief glimpses of the alien that took out your team. Tall, long heads, completely black with long tails as well. Didnt help that you found out they had acidic blood due to your teammate having been splashed with it.

Of course, being the only scientist on the mission, you weren’t well equipped to defend yourself. So when you had the chance, you fled. Found a safe room and locked yourself inside for a moment to recollect yourself.

Thats when you heard it, a soft… chittering, a sound of distress. You crawled over to the cabinet, your hand slowly reaching out to pop it open. Inside, a small creature, alien— of course. It was small, skin resembled that of reptiles, and four small tusks growing in on its little mandibles.

You had never wanted to be a parent— terrified at the thought. But this creature seemed to evoke a parental instinct in you that most human babies didnt quite do.

“H-Hey, you’re alright little guy—“ You spoke, your voice soft and low, reaching out your hand cautiously. You used the same rules that you do when you approach a cat. Keep your voice low and gentle, reach out your hand with the back of it facing upwards, make yourself seem small, and wait— do not approach.

Surely enough, the small creature came crawling out of the cupboard and latched its small hand onto the fabric of your pants. Shit— dealing with a xenomorph was already bad enough, but now you had a baby to protect as well.

“Okay little bud— i’m gonna get you back to your parents, lets just get you somewhere safe.” You slung off your backpack, emptying out most of the contents. You unzipped the bag, hoping the creature would get the memo— unfortunately you didnt exactly have a baby carrier on you. Thankfully, it seemed smart enough to crawl inside. You zipped up the bag just enough to where it wouldnt fall out, but had plenty of air. Slinging it onto your shoulders wasnt an issue— the child was heavy, but nothing too restricting.

Grabbing your gun, you pushed yourself to your feet shakily. Thankfully, as far as you were aware, there was only one xenomorph to take care of. Your teammates had atleast done some work— and you knew bullets could take these things out. You just had to maintain distance, and be cautious. The damn things were sneaky.

You pressed your ear against the door, listening for a moment. When you were sure it was clear, you opened the door, stepping out. You had to get back to your ship— that was your main priority. However, you couldn’t let your coworkers see the alien baby— you couldn’t risk the child falling into the hands of weyland-yutani officials. God knows what they’d do to it.

Breathing out a sigh, you pushed onwards, your objective shifting from finding your ship to finding any trace of this aliens parents. A ship, a person, a skeleton, anything. Just so you knew what you’d have to do next.

Traversing the halls was the most scared you’ve ever been in your whole damn life. Knowing that creature was out there somewhere— you’d honestly rather take your chances with a bear or something that was atleast familiar. However, you really didn’t have a choice anymore— it wasn’t about you.

The halls almost seemed dead silent, the occasional creaks of the building setting you off. It was atleast somewhat familiar, following the same structural rules that all human colony buildings do. Maybe if you were to get outside it’d be better— there wouldn’t be any hiding places for you or that damned creature.

Weaving your way through the halls, you made your way to the exit. There werent any corpses around— you realized. Only the occasional smear of blood, old and new. Swallowing thickly, you finally pressed the button to open the door to the exit, the noise making you flinch— on high alert.

From here, you felt safer to rush— jogging ahead to get in a clear area. Your ship was a while away— faster to reach by car but not impossible to run to. Glancing around at your surroundings, there was no sign of any other living beings besides your crew having been here. No ship, no ruckus, nothing out of the ordinary.

If there was one thing you loved about being a human right now— god damn would it be your peripheral vision. You saw something move from the corner of your eye, and sure, it could be your eyes playing tricks on you from fear— but you couldn’t risk being wrong.

You raised your gun, steadying your breathing, but thats when you heard it. Clicking, the sound activating an instant connection to the chittering sound you heard before. You instantly put the gun in safety, raising your hands. “Wait—!” You called out, your breathing unsteady. “I know you’re there— I am no threat, just please— come out.”

You knew you were taking a great risk here— it could be a noise produced by a xenomorph, something to trick you. However, you felt your shoulders relax when you saw a form appear in front of you— some sort of cloaking device.

They were covered in a mix of things, human blood, a neon green substance you assumed to be their blood, and the blades on their arm were partially melted, seemingly from an acidic substance— xenomorph blood.

“I found—“ You choked slightly on your words, your mouth still dry from fear. “I found someone— I think uhm—“ You continued to fumble as you slugged the backpack off your shoulders, gently placing it on the ground. Unzipping it, you reached in to carefully pick up the child, lifting him into the air.

In a matter of seconds— it felt like, you saw two more figures uncloak. Your fight or flight kicked in as the largest one approached. (Unfortunately you had the third option, freeze). The alien grabbed the small child from your stiff hands, immediately clutching the child close, purring deeply.

Her attention split to you for a second, your expression being that of a neglected pup— frightened and small. “You come with us.” The voice sputtered out, robotic and a mix of voices. It wasnt hard to piece together that whatever translator they had was splicing together voices or audios to create sentences. “W-Wait, but I have to get back to my crew—“ you protested, alarmed at the… strangely nice but scary gesture.

The robotic voice answered quickly, the monotone inflection didn’t help to soothe you. “Dead. We killed. You come with us.”

It was hard to let that sink in, especially in a short time. However you were glad you weren’t much fond of the crew— mainly military-employed, egotistical, assholes. Not like you had much of a choice here. What would your bosses do if you came back, empty handed? You spent resources on an expedition with no true reward, and the rest of the crew dead. You’d be a fool to think that capitalism would view you kindly. They’d consider you a waste. Demote or kill you, maybe a lifetime of debt as punishment. “O…Okay, I’ll come with.”

The mother puffed out her chest, a hopefully positive response. As she turned around to lead you off, she did seem confident with your answer, likely glad you atleast weren’t a fool. Wherever they took you, you atleast had a long story ahead of you.

[everlong0girl]

𝐂𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬?

------------------------------

Price is more of a traditional man. But when it comes to stuff like that, he could.

At first he’s hesitant and a bit embarrassed, worried what would you even think if he sent you a picture of him shirtless, let alone anything more.

What if you didn’t like it? What if you thought it was weird? What if you didn’t like that he was a bit pudgy??

He would end up sending a simple close up shirtless pic and would be sweating bullets till you answered, but u loved it?

Soap is literally shameless. He likes you and he’ll for sure show it. Whether thats visiting you or getting you small stuff you like, or sending you a topless pic late at night.

He is a kind of guy who isn’t afraid to try out new things and would do anything to make his partner happy. He has that strong masculinity and no amount of anything can damage it.

He’d send you flexing pictures and suggestive comments about how he feels at the moment, or how he misses you.

So yeah, if you even mention it, you get it.

Gaz would be slightly more polite and maybe a tinge paranoid.

If you haven’t been together for long, he would be mostly reluctant and make some kind of excuse. He wants to make sure he can fully trust you.

But if you’ve been together for a longer period of time now, it wouldn’t be a problem to sneak a pic or two. Though sometimes he’d tease the living hell out of you if you asked for pictures.

Ghost isn’t really a type to do that. He is more of a bark and bite type of guy. And he’d rather come over and show you instead of sending you any photos which he personally thinks are a bit dumb.

Its not that the others aren’t taking action, but to him its just unnecessary teasing. Why see something you can’t have in that same exact moment and then yearn for it like a fool?

You can go get the real thing.

--------------------------------------------------------

an: I’d love to get one from Johnny😋

[kinardsevan]

fuck-it fraturday

I'm a little late getting something posted, mostly bc I was writing this to be a mini, and now its 4k long (because I continue to lie to myself about being able to do minis, okay?), and I'm too tired to finish.... so have this until tomorrow

(an "Evan transfers to 217" fic):

“I just don’t understand why it matters that much to you what Eddie does if I don’t want to be with him,” Evan states, hands almost elbow-deep in soapy water. 

“Well, I don’t like the idea of anyone verbally abusing you, first of all,” Tommy responds as he towel-dries a plate, shooting a look in Evan’s direction. It warms something in the middle of the younger man’s chest. “But more than that, Evan, you bend over backwards for people. Look where we are? And I don’t mean that in a bad way, but…it’s not your job to save everyone.” 

“So I should’ve stayed in the house?” Evan asks, passing Tommy an empty bottle. The pilot rinses it off, shaking his head. 

“Do you want to live in the house?” He counters. “Look, it’s not actually about the house. At the end of the day, it’s about what you want.” 

Evan looks over at him, his jaw set as he gulps, his brow furrowed. 

“What?” Tommy asks. 

“I tried asking for what I wanted,” Evan responds. “And you left.”

Tommy inhales a breath, opens his mouth as his gaze turns away and his hands drop at his sides. But Evan reaches out and grabs the pilot by his forearm. Water run down his golden skin in tiny rivulets with tiny suds. Tommy bites his cheek for a moment before finally looking back at Evan. 

“It’s been almost nine months now,” Evan tells him. “And I’m standing here telling you I still haven’t changed my mind. So am I just wasting it, Tommy? Can you tell me if I’m supposed to just move on? Because I can go find somewhere else to sleep, and another place to work. But- but-…” He lets go of the pilot’s arm, glancing toward the hallway briefly at the sound of Jee-Yun shifting in her bed. When it’s clear she isn’t coming out, he looks back at the other man. 

Tommy stares back at him, listening as he always has, but maybe only hearing for the first time. 

“You saw my loft before you. A-and you saw- you saw what Eddie’s house looked like, before- before I brought you home that night. S-so-..” 

“Okay.” 

Evan gulps. “Okay what?” 

“Okay,” Tommy acquiesces. He inhales a deep breath, swallowing nervously as he nods. “You’re right. You never changed your mind, and I keep bolting. And I’m trying here, Evan; I am. I’m…I”m trying to take down walls I’ve had up for decades. And whether you believe it or not, you’ve gotten in deeper than anyone else ever has. But being together instead of being apart-…” He pauses for a moment, his arm turning in Evan’s hold as he tries to hold his hands out, gesticulating an attempt for answers he doesn’t fully have. 

Evan turns toward him fully, setting the wet washcloth in his free hand on the center divider of the sink before resting his wet hand against Tommy’s hip. His black t-shirt somehow manages to get darker under the wetness. 

“I’ve loved people intensely for very short periods of time only to face loss at a greater cost in the aftermath, and I meant it when I said I don’t think I could deal with that if it was you.” 

Evan stares up into Tommy’s eyes, rolling his cheek between his teeth briefly. 

“And Bobby’s death didn’t teach you anything in the face of all of that,” he asks. His tone is soft, unassuming, but he’s genuinely curious. 

“Sure, but-..” Tommy answers, even as his gaze shifts, his attitude exuding a sense of ‘what does it matter’. Evan lifts his hand on Tommy’s wrist up to the pilot’s cheek, pulling his attention back in. 

“No buts,” Evan states, shaking his head. “Don’t dismiss it. If it changed something, then what is so scary about saying it out loud?” 

He sees Tommy’s jaw clench, and his eyes flit to the older man’s lips. Still, after a moment, Tommy releases the tension, and Evan huffs. He drops his arms and turns away from him, moving back to the sink. 

“It baffles me that it’s easier for you to imagine a future for me with someone who verbally assaults me and threatens to hit me than to just tell me how you feel,” Evan chides, picking up the wash cloth. 

Tommy grabs his arm this time, spinning Evan back toward him. 

“Don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” Evan presses. “You’re saying you don’t care.” 

“I’ve ne-..” He glances toward the hall, inhales, and forces himself to switch to a stage whisper. “I have never said I don’t care about you. I-..” 

“You didn’t say otherwise,” Evan counters, setting the cloth back down before pointing at Tommy. “You said I was a ‘great guy’, funny, kind, and hot as hell. I asked you to move in with me—with those words—and you told me that I was hot.”

Tommy huffs at him, his jaw locking again. He pulls Evan into him tightly, his gaze flying straight down to the younger man’s lips as they stand close enough to feel the other’s breath on their mouths. 

“You know damn well that I think you’re more than just cute,” Tommy murmurs, his gaze trailing upward toward Evan’s eyes until he finds them. “You know that I…you have to know.” 

Evan stares back at him, his head tilting slightly toward the left. His expression is somber. “How? How am I supposed to know that? I asked for more and you told me no.” 

Tommy pulls him in the rest of the way, kissing him roughly. Evan goes with it, although his response is much softer. When his hand comes to rest on Tommy’s neck, the older man calms, slowing down, although he doesn’t break away. When Evan finally does to catch his breath, Tommy looks him over, smoothing the younger’s shirt. 

“I do love you,” he states softly. Evan looks up at him through his eyelashes. “I’ve loved you since long before I told you no.” 

“Then why-..” Evan asks as he tilts his head up, looking at Tommy clearly. Still, he stops himself, taking in everything they’ve argued about recently, back at Eddie’s place, and all the time in-between. He sighs. “You thought I’d come to the conclusion that I loved Eddie as more than a friend and didn’t love you.” 

“You did say you admired me,” Tommy reminds him. 

Evan cringes slightly, although he lets out a soft laugh. “In my defense, I do.” 

Tommy straightens up with a deep breath and Evan follows suit, stroking his thumb against the space in front of Tommy’s ear. 

“But before I ran over you with everything I said that night, I should’ve found a better way to communicate that I loved you, even if I didn’t fully understand it in those words yet.” 

“Loved?” Tommy questions. The apprehension in his expression turns knots in Evan’s stomach. 

“Love,” he answers firmly. “Present tense.” 

for reference on characters:

[prettyoddfever]

P!ATD's first show (August 12, 2005)

Las Vegas Weekly wrote in October 2007 that The Alley would be “best remembered as the answer to the trivia question ‘Where did Panic! At the Disco play its first show?’” The Alley was in Summerlin (where the Panic guys were from) in this Family Music Center:

The store was pretty big and had a small venue in the back... here are some screenshots I just grabbed from google maps lol:

The show was announced towards the end of July after the band had finished recording AFYCSO. The venue sold out, so they let in more people than they technically should have. Ryan usually said there were 300-400 people there. Brent said there were 500 kids. And most journalists gave numbers anywhere between 200-600. Alex Deleon was also at this show. Doors were at 8pm. The opening bands were initially supposed to be The Collection and What About Apollo, but then The Collection dropped out and Fletch replaced them. Those were all local bands who'd played small shows before.

Here's Panic's set list. And here's a video (I forget where it originated but it's 100% for sure their first show. Ralph Fountain was a photographer who took some shots of this show from a very similar angle as this video… so maybe this came from a Vegas news outlet? idk I wasn't quite a total fan yet whoops).

P!ATD was legitimately popular online by August... I just want to emphasize that there was SO much hype at this point (like I couldn't avoid it). Several people at this show said the crowd was singing so loudly that they drowned out Brendon at times. Ryan told Rolling Stone in early 2006 that “people were singing along to every word. It was a shock; it was flattering.” 

Ryan later told Rolling Stone that the band only had 3 demos online at their first show. However, the final version of The Only Difference was definitely posted online several days before the band’s first show as part of the marketing campaign (more info here). Fans were also passing around the four demos, even though only some of those were still listed online.

This show was probably scheduled in order to give the baby band some experience playing their finished songs live before they joined a national tour in a few weeks. A couple people at this show said that it took the band forever to set up their gear. Panic's merch for that fall had already been designed, so they had legit professional-quality shirts at their first show too. Brendon said in a late 2006 interview:

“When we first started off, we made our record and then we played our first show. There was a bit of an expectation, you know, ‘Fall Out Boy signed them. They never played a show. They better be, like, real good.’ In the beginning, we sucked, too. We were horrible.”

Panic! at the Disco never had a normal "first show" experience. They launched into touring shortly after this show, so Vegas basically became another tour stop in their lives. Alternative Press asked Spencer in December 2008 if he missed the opportunity to build a local fanbase and he replied:

Yeah. I think more than that, we just wish that there was a little more camaraderie among the other local bands in Vegas. It's been a long time since we've been home for a long enough period to kind of figure out what's going on in the local music scene there. At least when we were kind of coming up and starting to play a few shows, it just seemed like every band was kind of out for themselves. [There was] this weird jealousy of everybody else [being] too substantial. It was just a little weird so I think that's why we didn't really have any local following or anything and why Vegas just seems like another show on the tour. But it's fine. Whatever. Can't go back now, I guess. 

[mintarot]

Pick A Pile - What makes you so magical? ❀

Hi lovelies! 💖 Welcome back to another Pick a Pile, I have a fun one for you today! We're going full magical girl today so enjoy! Pictures are from Tokyo Mew Mew New, love the original version of that show! <3

For custom readings tailored specifically to you and your questions, please consider booking an in-depth reading here! (other methods of booking available, check out them out under ‘services’!).☘︎ ݁˖

masterlist services (free and paid reading services are available!) tip jar

Without further ado, let's get started!

Trust your intuition, pick the magical girl that calls to you most (header image), and let’s see what guidance the cards have to offer. Remember to take what resonates and leave what doesn't! ♡

!! Disclaimer: My readings are not meant to substitute advice from professionals, please consult professionals in cases of physical, mental health, legal, finance, etc. Please do not copy or redistribute my content, thanks! 🫶🏻

Pile 1 - The Explorer (Mew Pudding)

4 of Cups reversed, Ace of Pentacles, 4 of Pentacles reversed 

Wow! What an adventurous soul you are! You are someone that embraced the unpredictability of life and is always open to new experiences and willing to try out new ideas, not afraid of failure. You are unique and you have always been yourself, regardless of what anyone thinks. Maybe because of this, you rarely get bored or stagnant. Life may be unpredictable for you, but that’s what makes it so exciting for you. You like to constantly challenge yourself and step out of your comfort zone in order to grow as a person. With the willingness to open up to new experiences, unexpected doors may open and bring you new beginnings and abundance. This open-hearted curiosity that you have is your magic, it keeps life vibrant, full of surprises, and rich in growth.  You are quite literally the manifestation queen/king, everything that you desire, manifests itself. You may find that luck and abundance are gravitated to you quite frequently as you open yourself up to new pathways, particularly wealth. You don’t just dream, you take action to achieve that dream of yours and you are open to receiving its rewards. Just like the seeds of your dream that you have planted and nurtured with care and hard work. The plant has grown and is now bearing fruits. All you have to do is harvest the fruits of your labour.  What’s even more magical is that you are someone that isn’t afraid to let go when something or someone no longer serves you anymore, and maybe even draining you of your energy, such as a toxic person, toxic workplace, a bad habit. You recognise that they may be causing you problems are aren’t afraid to release them in order to protect your peace. You make conscious effort in not holding on too tightly and make an effort to release them. You’re a free-spirit, someone who has no problems going with the flow of life, instead of meticulously planning and controlling what’s going to happen in your life. And sometimes, the best results come when you surrender control and trust the universe. That’s your superpower. 

(she's so cute! 🥹)

If you enjoy my readings, consider tipping me here! Book a reading with me here!

Pile 2 - The Enchanter/Enchantress (Mew Zakuro)

9 of Swords reversed, The Devil, 2 of Swords 

Wow! Such a very powerful and magical trio of energy! What makes you so so magical is that somehow, everything just works out for you. You may be going through a stressful period or situation but somehow, the source of your stress always manages to fade away completely, be it intentional or not (especially the ones that stress and keep you up at night). These periods of stress often don’t last too long but it’s still always a huge sigh of relief once they go away. It’s like whenever something tries to break you down, you always face it head on and power through these situations, even if the situation seems uncertain, and yet, somehow it all work out and pretty well too. You are able to endure, survive then recover so well.  You also embody the ‘I don’t chase, I attract’ energy. You are also someone who has such charming personality that naturally draws people to you and wanting to connect with you. Attention just finds you, you don’t have to beg for it. After knowing you, people tend to be obsessed with you. They love your presence so much that it’s addictive to them (although it can breed unhealthy attachment). It’s like they are naturally hooked onto you, you are very popular within your family and friends, even acquaintances and everybody loves you. You are practically irreplaceable. In fact, your energy lingers around people even after you leave, like a good song that’s stuck in their head or a scent they can remember so vividly. They want to stay close to your energy as it may bring them comfort. Just be a little careful, people may envy you for your popularity and charming personality.  You are also almost always tasked with making the important decision, be it at home, school or work. You are the ‘important’ person in that place, be it accidental or not. In a sense, you are very much trusted and always tasked with making super important choices that can affect the people around you. And you’re calculative and careful and you think through and weigh your choices, the pros and cons. You don’t rush and are very thorough as you try to learn and gather as much information as you can before making the decision, being calm and collected. You don’t waver in the face of tough decisions and your intuition is strong and clear, letting you cut through any mental fog and enabling you to make the best decision during a tough situation, that’s what makes you so reliable. Ultimately, you are such a people person, you are not only charming, you are very careful as well in your work, and that might be why you’re so magical. 

If you enjoy my readings, consider tipping me here! Book a reading with me here!

Pile 3 - The Harmonizer (Mew Ichigo)

The World, Justice reversed, 5 of Wands reversed

OMG who are you people? I would love to be like you guys! You have chaos under control. Even when things are on the verge on breaking down, somehow you just make it work. Like you have your life together so well that people want to be like you, they are inspired by you. You’re so reliable and trustworthy to people around you with the way you present yourself, you have such a warm and inviting energy, like a loving mother’s embrace and people feel so welcomed to ask you for help. They don’t feel judged or anything. You are the glue to your social circles, you hold them together and connect everybody together like a full circle, not leaving anyone out. And the most admirable thing about you is that you see things to the end, even when things get tough. You don’t give up or abandon ship halfway but you make sure you finish and don’t disappoint. It may be what makes you so accomplished in life.  You’re so kind and so willing to help that maybe sometimes you may find yourself mistreated or taken advantage of since you don’t expect anything back. Maybe someone finds that they can exploit your kindness. But everything comes at a price, your kindness isn’t free for people who have negative intentions. The scales of justice will always balance out for you, those who take advantage of you will always pay. Think of it like you’re a shop owner without a surveillance system in your shop. It’s either people pay honestly with cash when they buy your stuff or they shoplift, taking advantage of your shop that has no surveillance system. These people will be in a different pay, in a more harsher way, with karma. She will always get them for you and sometimes, not in the softest way. She makes sure they don’t repeat their ‘purposeful’ mistake, even if she has to punish them harshly. Even if no one sees the injustice done to you, the Universe is watching and keeping score.  You are someone who likes peace for more drama, so you tend to avoid conflict. You have the incredible talent of picking your battles carefully, which ones are worth fighting and which ones are not. You choose to protect your energy over petty drama. Even when you do fight, somehow things always work out. You may even make peace with the other party, mutually understanding each other even though both of you may not become friends. Overall, you’re a peace maker and you love to live your life gently rather than getting entangled in noise that doesn’t serve your soul.

If you enjoy my readings, consider tipping me here! Book a reading with me here!

This concludes the reading! Hope you enjoyed and the readings resonated with you! Leave a comment if it did, I would love to hear about what resonated with you! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated as well! 🫶🏻

Follow me for more Pick-A-Cards and fun, witchy stuff!

Leave any suggestion in "ask anything" for any custom themes/questions! ♡

images and dividers not owned by me, credits to rightful owners

[galaxylibellawrites]

Date Everything Idea that has been plaguing my minddddd ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚

I've been thinking about the endings in date everything (since TikTok would show them to me on my fyp, and I would eat them up) I know they stay in contact with you, but like what if you can't keep in contact with them...this is totally not based on me and my lack of contact haha Like you either A) don't have the energy to text/call them or B) you're slowly not contacting them over a period of time making it more embarrassing to text/call them because its been so long

(இ﹏இ`｡) Like this as a fanfic is a NEED. This idea is plaguing my mind BAD. also if its angst even BETTER.(especially if u add hurt/no comfort. Im feeling evil rn)

Like imagine the player slowly losing their relationships because they don't keep in contact often! and even worse if the player stalks their friends(or S/Os) Social media accounts to see what they have been up to only to feel unwanted because they'll see them all having fun without them further fueling their low contact until it hits a boiling point to where the player is back at square one. With no close relationships, and if they did still have them it would be just sending Holiday-based texts(EX. Happy Birthday, Merry Christmas, Happy Halloween) or just sending a random video you'd think they like but having no meaningful conversation with any of them.

So it becomes this embarrassing cycle of getting nervous to text/call them that it makes you avoid doing it all together. Like if your used to being alone, and doing your own things, I can defy see the player just getting so caught up doing their own things that they forget to contact any of them..now they realized they fucked up and got to accustom to not talking to them.

₊˚ ✧ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ✧ ₊˚

I have to admit it. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ This idea is based on me!! and how it would go if I was in date everything and all the characters got realized. I fear I would slowly losing contact with ALL of them. I'm such a loner that I actively start not keeping in touch with people for so long that I became accustomed to not talking to them.

ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) fml. anyways tag me if you make this into a fanfic♡

[doubledeadstudio]

So, you guys are probably curious… What is the future of Reanimated Heart in its current state?

I've been quiet about this for a while because I wanted to get a bulk of my work done. Considering I'm working on the last and final Chapter One update, I am now formally announcing that the whole of Chapter One will still be uploaded in public for free.

Considering harassment issues I've experienced, however, I will only be doing it when Chapter One is fully wrapped up. That means that it'll be after the next update and after a final polish. I'm uncertain when I'll be done with all this, but my hope is to put it up in December on the same date the initial demo was posted.

After that, what then?

When I initially created Reanimated Heart, it was with the intent that it was going to be a very longform, serialized thing.

For context, before I started getting into game dev, I was a freelance artist with a background on Language and Literature. I did my best to post art to please an algorithm, but my true passion was writing. I wanted to write stories and novels, but the exhaustion of drawing and vying for some sort of online influence was draining to me.

I concluded that this type of work flow was 1) Psychologically damaging and unnatural, and 2) ultimately, unsatisfying.

Even when I had pieces that would do well, it didn't make me feel good because my heart wasn't in it because I had no time to make the things I wanted to make, I had no time to do what I actually wanted, which was to craft stories about my precious characters that I've had for years and were near and dear to my heart.

And then, I decided to create something that was, essentially, antithetical to this ritualistic pattern of clout chasing I've developed… and that was Reanimated Heart.

Given my background in Literature, I was very fixated on the concept of creating a "visual novel" in a serialized format, like how certain novels used to be published. (For example, Victor Hugo's Les Miserables is only as long as it is because it's a story told in a by chapter format over a long period of time.) I thought that, if visual novels were really to be novels too, then it should be allowed to function in a way novels used to.

I also had this belief that, despite the never ending barrage of corporate shortform content vying for the attention economy, there's always going to be a part of human beings that yearned for something personal, emotionally intricate, and created over a long period of time. People want to invest in something. They want to learn about characters and the settings they live in, follow elaborate plotlines, and watch mysteries unfold. At least when I immerse myself in stories, I want it to really grip my attention like nothing else and have it live in my mind like it has a home there. And so, when I decided to make the game, I decided to stay the course of my original intentions and publish it on a semi-regular basis, with enough content to justify the months of work. I have my update schedule to prove it.

After years of working on RH, my belief has been proven completely correct. More and more people discover it over the long time period, and many of them react like I thought they would… They want to know about the characters, the plot, and the lore. They want more length and more secrets to discover, and I'm more than happy to provide that.

And so, I'll be continuing this update schedule, just in Patreon until the base game's full release in different platforms because, like I said, as much as I want to provide this content for free, its costs and the constant harassment isn't enough to justify uploading it for free.

But, because I've chosen to do this format, I've been asked…

Is this just a grift to get people to invest in your Patreon?

I have been accused of this by many people, including some devs in the so-called "yandere" VN space. Let me make this very clear now…

I am losing more money making this game than not making it.

Before I decided to make this game, I had more time to focus on doing freelance work which earned me significantly more money on a monthly basis. By focusing on gamedev, I've lost a significant amount of my regular clients. Not only that, I also put a significant amount of the budget on other contractors (such as music from Claira, art from Tay, and voice actors) and I've also put other career prospects on pause.

So, why even make something that just loses me money and invites harassment from entitled "fans" anyway?

Passion, as lame as it sounds. This is something that I want to make and earnestly believe in, something that I'll be satisfied with making later in my life. With each update, I'm thrilled by how much the narrative blossoms on the screen as much as you are. I can't keep putting money incentive over my art, because I'll end up right back where I started, which is chasing a number either in followers or my bank account. This isn't even remotely about the money for me. I will keep making this until it finishes or I die randomly.

I want to make something I'm proud of for myself. Signing up for the Patreon is more just about ensuring I can make the highest quality of game possible.

Now that I've made my intentions clear, let me get to some FAQ…

I don't agree with this model you've chosen for the game. It still feels like a grift. How do we know you mean what you say?

Check my update schedule.

I've been consistent and I intend to continue being consistent. When I stop being consistent, then you should react like a responsible consumer and stop supporting the project. If I stop intending to upload, I will make a formal announcement here, in the page, and on Patreon anyway.

If you want the updates but don't want to pay me, there are ways of getting it for free by being active in the server community.

If you only want to pay full price for the game, then wait until it's done.

And if you really don't want to pay anything at all, then don't do it. I am not forcing you to pay anything.

Can I pay only when there's an update?

Yes, that's always allowed. No, I don't think that's scummy. Everyone should be able to do whatever they want with their money.

How long is the time period between updates?

My intent has always been 3-4 months between updates. Usually updates take me a month and a half to write, then a similar timeframe for assets and coding. There are also some stuff irl that I can't help, so I put that leeway there.

Will you let us Subscribe on other platforms?

Yes, but I'm still looking into it. I'm going to do research on what the best websites are for this. I'm going to be looking into Ko-Fi soon.

Will you still be making other games?

Yes! But their uploads will be random and sporadic.

I know there are a lot of people wondering about the drastic genre leaps with my other games (coughs Another Rose coughs), but my justification is that, while I view Reanimated Heart as the novel, my other games are more like… short stories. If you've ever read a Stephen King novel and then get shocked by how random his short stories are, well, that's about the same logic I have. My "other games" are less thoughtful, sprawling stories like Reanimated Heart, and more like experiments for me to break out of my shell and have fun. While some short stories get sequels, others don't. They're pretty non-committal.

Will you ever be opening Reanimated Heart's comment section again?

Yes, I will open it again when Chapter One is finished and uploaded. I only turned it off because people annoyed me so much that I didn't want to work on it. You guys can have discussions again when I'm not releasing updates publicly anymore.

...

I hope this puts a lot of your questions to rest. If there's more, send them to my Inbox and I will add them here.

[rose-pendragon]

Lost and Found - Part 1

Being cooked alive inside of a metal coffin was a new experience for it.

The cooling of its mech had been critically damaged, along with a dozen other systems. Flashing red warning lights and the high pitched BEEP-BEEP-BEEP all around her would have overwhelmed it completely if not for the sensory filters in its augments. As the mech was hit by another impact powerful enough to level a building, the internal AI informed her with a flat monotonous voice that the reactor was going into overload. In less than a minute she would be dead, and more importantly, the mission would be a failure.

Things had never looked this bleak before. But she had also never failed as a pilot before.

Her target had been using guided missiles and precise shots from a laser rifle to keep her at a distance for the entirety of their fight, which had been working well for them; hers was a mech designed for more up close and personal combat.

It had also recognized the exact kind of impact of the last hit, even without her interface telling her what it was. A railgun - long range, heavy impact damage, long cooldown period. About as long as it would take for her mechs reactor to fail - no more than 30 seconds, it estimated. Now was the time for it to show them just how up close and personal it could get.

All at once, her mech ejected its mostly nonfunctional weapons (all except one) and dropped down on all fours. With the remainder of its power concentrated on its jet boosters, free of the additional weight and with two extra reverse jointed limbs to run on, the already lightweight mech could easily reach the speed of a fighter jet. It locked onto its target - two clicks out - and rushed towards them. Two more shots from the laser rifle missed as it closed the distance in less than five seconds and crashed into the enemy mech, knocking them onto their back, and started tearing into them. They pulled out a pulse knife but it knocked their hand away with a punch that sent the weapon flying and obliterated the wrist joints of the other mech. The feral thing on top of them punched, ripped, and tore into the metal shell, right where it knew the pilots compartment to be. It ignored the alarms and the AI voice telling it that reactor failure was imminent; but through its blind rage, it suddenly remembered its last remaining weapon. It reached behind its shoulder with one arm and attached the pile bunker to its wrist, and with a single blow drove the massive solid steel point directly into the other mechs heart. It was the last thing it was able to do before all the lights in both mechs went dark.

Its mechs limbs gave out completely, and it rolled off its destroyed target. Two smoldering pieces of metal were lying next to each other, looking up at the sky with a dozen dead mechanical eyes.

Then, there was a final sputter of life inside the mech that had been a feral beast moments ago. The last fail safe activated and it opened up the pilots compartment. The half-dead thing inside it shivered in the sudden cold outside air and slowly was brought to its senses. Her digital interface was gone; her augments must have short-circuited because it couldn’t run an analytics check on itself. But it knew that if the pain was so much that she could feel it despite her inhibitors, it was bad. But that didn’t matter to her.

She had won, and she had accomplished her mission. Good job, well done. Good g-

Another flash of pain made her yelp. It tried to steady its breathing and access her comms to report in, but there was nothing. Just like her internal analytics, the comms were dead. A thing halfway between a pained scream and a frustrated groan escaped her mouth. She had to report in. That was the last step of every mission. It had to send a status report, and then they would pick her up, and then it could rest and prepare for the next mission.

She tried to lift herself out of her seat, but was unsuccessful. The heat must have melted some part of her suit to it. The more she struggled, the worse the pain got - it felt like she was gonna tear off her own skin. She kept trying. If only it could free itself, it could somehow make it back to the base on foot. Its mouth filled with the taste of copper and the edges of her vision began to blur. It reached out into the empty air with one useless hand, and realized that no one would come for it.

Just before she lost consciousness she saw the first star appear in the sky, even through the tears in her eyes.

(Part 2)

[brainrot-goes-brrrrrr]

SBG Headcanons

Ashlyn Banner

has a love-hate relationship with rock music. On one hand, it tends to be loud, which is something that she can't tolerate for long periods of time, especially when people play it in public. Concerts are, for sure, a no-go for her. On the other hand, it slaps. The only real way that she could listen to it is if it is played at low volumes on a speaker or lower on headphones.

She rarely listens to music through her headphones since her hearing is so sensitive. Her noise-canceling headphones are mainly used to quiet everything, not to play music.

She has Irish curls, which means that the underside of her hair is curlier/wavier than the topside of her hair. This is one of the main reasons that she keeps her hair in long braids. The weight of the hair keeps it from acting up, and the braids keep her hair from bothering her. It's just easier to manage.

Aiden Clark

Half Filipino, and you CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE!!!! This is me just hard projecting onto this guy, but Aiden is 100% wasian in my eyes, his dad is Filipino, and his mom is white. It’s why he’s so short, OMG WHO SAID THAT :O

Very allergic to fake jewelry, to the point where he breaks out in a rash. Its the only reason he doesn't wear the fun jewelry from stores like HotTopic; else he would be decked out in crappy accessories. The rest found out when he tried to wear a friendship necklace Taylor had given him from Claire's, and his skin turned red and irritated. Taylor felt so bad afterwards, and proceeded to make matching rings with him out of an old spoon handle.

Taylor Hernandez

Die-hard FMAB fan!!! One of her friends in middle school introduced it to her because Taylor reminded her of Winry, and she’s been obsessed ever since. She actually went as Winry for Halloween one year, and wants Tyler to pierce her ears like hers. 

Taylor was an absolute night owl even before the whole phantom dimension stuff. She’s the type to have just stayed in the garage late into the night working on a project for the mechanics club or one of her metalwork crafts that she would sell on Etsy. She probably doesn’t have a clock in the garage, and the bright white garage light makes her forget that it’s the dead of night. Tyler has probably had to drag her off to bed before they got a noise complaint from a neighbor because she was drilling into metal or something at 1 am.

Tyler Hernandez

His personality is very similar to his mother’s pre-grief era. We already see that Marianna has that same bite in EP 80 when talking to Jessica. I feel like if they both got the needed therapy and support, it would be like looking in a mirror. Like they’d have the same dry sense of humor and sarcastic remarks, and they’d both share pet peeves. 

He probably has his mother’s laugh as well.

Lowkey has a farmer's tan from being outside and playing baseball. Aiden found out when the gang went to his pool, and then proceeded to poke fun at him for the rest of the day. Tyler then, ever so gently, threw Aiden into the pool.

Logan Fields

He has a naturally charismatic personality and is very quick-witted and humorous. However, Logan developed self-esteem issues due to Barron, which caused him to come across as awkward. If Barron hadn't bullied him, Logan would probably have had a solid friend group before the gang formed.

Burns to a crisp in the sun, but then tans afterwards. He made the mistake of not putting on any sunscreen when he was younger and working outside in his grandparents’ garden for a couple of hours. He burned so badly that he blistered, and he couldn’t wear a normal shirt or stand right for a week. At one point, his grandma forgot that he had a burn and touched him on his shoulder. With the way that Logan crumpled and yelled, you would have thought that the boy had been shot. Made his grandpa laugh, though.

Solid glasses tan.

Ben Clark

Chubby baby and chubby kid. I have never known a guy with Ben’s build that didn’t have a little heft on them when they were younger. I still firmly believe that he still has a softer stomach area; it’s the baby fat.

Physically, it cannot float well in water, much to Ben’s displeasure. It just looks so relaxing to just float unassisted on a body of water, and he just can’t do it. He has tried multiple times in Aiden’s pool, but he always looks like he is on the verge of drowning. Now he just tries to sit on the floor of the pool for as long as he can until he needs air. So far he can hold his breath for a minute and a half.

Just ever so slightly colorblind, and does not realize it. While he does just love his grey shirts, he firmly believes that some of them are blue. He finds out that he’s colorblind when he’s at the store with Logan on one of the gang’s supply runs. Ben, pretty much, holds up a very grey shirt to Logan’s face and says that it is the same color as his eyes. Logan then has to break the news, and Ben’s world is shaken. Proceeds to ask the entire group if the shirt is blue, and no one says it is.

Extras :D

Mike and Emma

Emma is approximately 2-3 years older than Mike, and they met during their military service. Specifically, they met when Mike was undergoing basic training and Emma was evaluating his performance. (I have many young Mike and Emma headcanons)

Both of them served in the Army. Emma had been raised in one of those military legacy families, which is how she joined. Mike, on the other hand, joined so that he could afford college. 

They'd be supportive if Ashlyn also decided to join the military, but they are both adamant that she not join the army. It was actual hell for both of them. They'd try to steer her towards the air force instead.

[princessaffirms]

hiii! ♡ im new to ur blog and i was wondering how did you start believing in loa and manifesting? was it easy for you to start believing in everything?

do you have advice for someone like me who wants to start affirming and manifesting, but doesn’t even know where to start… its a little hard for me since i struggle a bit with my adhd and lack of motivation. i will admit that i’m lazy when it comes to manifesting. sorry if you’ve answered something similar to this already!!

could i be (🍮🎀) or (🐰🎀) anon pls?

🎀✨ HOW TO manifest with ADHD ₊˚⊹♡

a collection of ADHD-friendly suggestions/tips for my neurodivergent angels <3 (from someone also diagnosed with it!)

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

BAEE omg fellow adhd-er!! <3 🥹 i’ve definitely had moments earlier in my journey where i’ve been skeptical and needed a break away from it all, only to come back to it later from a more grounded perspective!

now that u mention it, i’d love make this an official series focusing on bpd/adhd (as i’m diagnosed with both) friendly shifting/manifestation tips! 🤍✨ but for now, here are some suggestions that worked for me when i struggled with executive dysfunction due to adhd:

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

✨ ADHD-FRIENDLY manifestation SUGGESTIONS/TIPS:

💭 start SMALL → think or whisper affirmations in your head while doing simple tasks that don’t require much narrative thought (so maybe not studying/journalling). instead, try affirming while performing tasks that feel like muscle memory: walking, brushing teeth, scrolling, etc.

⏰ set TIMERS/ALARM reminders -> set alarms periodically throughout the day, especially during times you know tend to be more free (ex. after you wake up, before you go to bed) that gently remind you to affirm for X mins! start a timer and affirm for a set amount of time (ex. 5 mins) to saturate your mind with the affirmations and realign your internal narrative, then just go along with your day!!

🌷 focus on 1-3 DESIRES at a time -> pick 1-3 desires to specifically affirm for instead of overwhelming yourself with 28848383 things!!

☂️ use UMBRELLA AFFIRMATIONS -> use affirmations that encompass all the things you want to manifest right now (ex. general beauty affirmations that imply you have glowy skin, long lashes, and your desired appearance instead of affirming for each thing separately!) your subconscious will understand your desires, even if you don’t explicitly affirm for every specific aspect!

☁️ READ a written script of affirmations -> try this instead of manually recalling affirmations from your memory every time!! write out your affirmations with different sections to keep it organized, then just read from them! takes a lot of mental/cognitive load off your shoulders!

🎧 listen to AFFIRMATION TAPES/SUBLIMINALS while multitasking -> normalize your desires to your conscious mind (affirmation tapes) + reprogram your subconscious (subliminals) <3

📝 stick to 1 AFFIRMATION -> pick 1 affirmation you really like and just repeat that one whenever you remember!

🌙 LOOP affirmations while you SLEEP -> there are 8hr ones with nature sounds on youtube (SAMMA SUBS is my fave channel for this) + you can make your own!)

📱 put AFFIRMATIONS in your LOCKSCREEN or device WIDGETS -> so even just checking your phone reinforces your beliefs!!

🎶 ANCHOR your desires to MUSIC -> pick a song that makes you feel powerful and mentally associate it w/ your desires!

🤖 try “ROBOTIC AFFIRMING” → just repeat it monotone and tired if that’s all you can do in the moment. loop it over and over until it’s almost background noise, until it’s NORMAL.

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

you’re not lazy. your nervous system just has different needs, and that’s perfectly valid. your dream life is still fully yours. 🥹🫶

love and light always 🎀✨ - princess

　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖

[b1asho]

Finally, an updated big stupid map of where we are. Now including flags!

Since im not going super hard with this scifi, all the planetary stuff is kinda just stuff that I want to be there+the barest bit of 'accuracy' for flavor. I'll have to work on it more later.

The three moons are all smaller than our moon, but combined they have a similar stabilizing effect. The rings are angled at approx 23 degrees with the planets axial tilt (the moons aren’t tho). The rings are mostly rock, and spread out far into very thin layers for some reason (meaning they don’t block/reflect that much light). Because they still have a lot of metal debris in them, though, they can still be pretty shiny. ( slightly increasing the intensity of winter and summer as they cast shadows/concentrate more light). You can see them from pretty much anywhere on the planet day or night (but at the equator they just look like a line). The rings and debris is (part of) what makes it so hard to keep satellites up there (and makes it much harder to try and leave the planet….).

The moss stuff was only one part of the Old Empire's usual procedure for this, step one basically. There is soil out there, it's just a thin layer since nothing else has been done to speed it up/introduce the other steps. These other steps to build up more complex ecosystems etc were only completed within the more manageable area that they live in, which now includes some Earth-originating species on the DRSS side since they just Had to butt in and put their stuff in with the Old Empire's glorious plans. There's also some invertebrates out there in mossland, but like the moss they've been coded to play out a specific purpose (soil stuff) even when left unattended for long periods of time (to better help the Empire start the other steps without having to worry about new/competing species that they cant control. The "let it loose/outside of our control" step is not this early, but now that its what has happened and no other species have been introduced en-masse like intended, the moss/algae/invertibrate outside may start to speciate soon.)

I still need to figure out where the past borders are, but this is where they’re all at currently. Don’t mind the probably wonky projection map, I tried XD. The section of continent shown is roughly larger than Asia.

After millions of people fell to the planet a couple hundred years ago (and millions more died in the many years of warfare, sickness, and famine afterwards), the planet has a current total population of around 1.5 or 2 billion people (no one knows exactly how many are in the Empire anymore) (idk what the percentage division of each species is either lol)

I think I might finally like how it looks, but at the same time it’s still a work in progress? I think I'm going to keep it this way for a while. It does help with a lot of character/plot stuff, tho, since I can now look at places and figure out who has gone to/from where (for example, the main 6 all live in Berm right now. Maro and Rinshi are from the little yellow island in the Empire, and got to the SEZ by passing through the Wreck, and Zoe and Devin are from the Orbouh Island Nations. )

[nebrasska-alasska]

IM MUNCHING ON YOUR WRITING NEBRASSSKKAAAA ITS SO DANG GOOD! DELICIOSOOOO AGHGHGHGH!

also hi 👋 I think I’ve mentioned before about how you inspired me to pick up my pencil —er in this case, keyboard? (Hhh-)

any tips for someone who took a long ass hiatus in terms of writing? What do you do in order to better improve your writing?

AWWWWWWW THANK YOU I HOPE YOU FEEL WELL-FED also OMG do I know about hiatuses, HAHA welcome back to writing!!

When I had written 'Silly Hats and Party Favors,' that was after almost a two-year hiatus from writing (due to life circumstances trololol), so it was rough in the beginning. I felt rusty and everything I wrote was awkward, not to mention I was so slow. But I was having so much fun with the concept that I pushed through! Like it was a banger for myself and that was enough to keep me entertained and going even when I felt a little out of my depth.

So my advice for returning is just to stick with it, and after a few chapters you'll find your rhythm! I personally give myself arbitrary deadlines that would force me to write, because forcing myself was the only way I could push through the initial uncomfiness of getting back into it.

As for improving, I guess my best advice is to read! Read a lot. (I personally haven't been reading much since starting this account so I'm currently at a weird place where I feel like I'm both regressing because I don't read and improving because I write so damn much haha.) One of my two majors in undergrad was English Literature, which exposed me to a wide variety of authors, genres, and periods and I think absorbing these books really helped shaped my voice into what it is today!

But anyways yes, best of luck with your writing! I think just buckling down and doing it (even when it feels strange and weird) is the best way to improve and find your voice!

[moondollx]

Masterlist -Bob Reynolds

This masterlist contains some (+18) content so minors do not interact. The fics are NOT MINE i´m just recommending them bc i loved reading them all <3 CREDITS TO ALL THIS AMAZING WRITERS!

✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧

BOB REYNOLDS

⏾ Bob´s fiancé goes to The Watchtower to find him -Link ⏾ Void flirting with y/n -Link

⏾ A mission leads to you getting sick, and Bob having to take care of you on bed rest. when you realize you have to take a pill to make the sickness go away, Bob knows exactly how to make you take it.-Link ⏾ you’ve always been drawn to bob. at first you think it means something, but then you remember that yelena’s also always been drawn to bob. and its obvious that he prefers her over you. -Link ⏾ You and Bob have a nightly routine where he reads to you the latest book he’s decided to buy. -Link

⏾ No one wants to talk about how close you came to dying, everyone walking on eggshells until bob finds out what really happened and asks why no one trusted him enough to tell the truth; you both know the reason involves your mutual feelings.-Link

⏾ Bob and you were both members of the thunderbolts, but he didn't seem to like you. that changes when you return sick from your last mission.-Link

⏾ Bob tells you he’s never been kissed. you decide to change that. (post thunderbolts)-Link

⏾ When you come down with a cold, Bob doesn't hesitate to look after you – even if he has no idea what he's doing.-Link

⏾ The quiet things that remain – II -Link ⏾ When you're not feeling well on a movie night, Bob just wants to help.-Link ⏾ Delivery girl -Part 2 -Link

⏾ Sometimes, when two broken people find each other, they become each other's comfort through the hurt. You became Bob's, and as much as you tried not to let him in, he became yours too. -Link

⏾ You and bob were inseparable. until he begins to ignore you and you have no clue why. when you’re injured after a mission gone wrong you’re finally able to find out why.-Link

⏾ Late night cuddles with Bob? The readers heating isn’t working but she finds warmth in Bobs arms or something like that… maybe friends to lovers or whatever. -Link ⏾ You’re in extreme pain from your period cramps, and Bob is the first person to jump in to help you. -Link ⏾ Imagine Bob not knowing you had a cat -Link ⏾ Bob offers for you to share his room while your room in the Watch Tower gets renovated... there's just one problem – he didn't think about the fact that he'd have to share a bed with you.-Link ⏾ You return back to the compound a week early from an initial two week-long mission, only to find Bob asleep in your bed. -Link ⏾ When a severe thunderstorm hits nyc, you go to bob in hopes that he can assuage your fears. -Link ⏾ When Yelena kicks off her next move in the Thunderbolts prank war with a bag of questionable aphrodisiac chocolates, you agree to help her “prank” Bucky Barnes into a very inconvenient eight-hour erection.Unfortunately, Bob Reynolds gets there first. Now the most powerful man in the tower is red-faced, sweating, and very, very desperate for one thing—and it’s not chocolate. It’s you. And when the side effects kick in full-force, you’ll have to decide if you’re helping your friend… or completely, shamelessly indulging his deepest, filthiest desires. Chaos. Horny chocolate. Yelena being the worst. And Bob being the sweetest, softest, most absolutely feral man alive. -Link

⏾ You are injected with a truth serum during a mission, and when you return to the Watchtower, you must avoid Bob in order not to spill your feelings for him, but this causes Bob to believe he has done something to upset you. -Link

✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧˖°.✧

[sillygoofyqueer]

IT'S @eyalsfantasy's BIRTHDAY AND I WAS NOT INFORMED UNTIL LIKE TEN MINUTES AGO. I'M GOING TO BEAT IT UP, BUT ONLY AFTER I GIVE HIM A PROPER BIRTHDAY POST DEDICATED TO ITS PROMPT OF 'Therapy dog trainer lwj helping wwx get over his fear of dogs???' Don't question the question marks he did not answer under duress. Wei Ying's fear of dogs is well-known to everyone in his life. Some taunt him for it, others pity him for it, but very few understand why he's scared of them. 'They're so sweet and friendly!' 'How could anyone hate dogs??' 'I know dogs mauled you when you were a child, but my dog's an angel, you shouldn't be scared.' This, of course, doesn't make him suddenly have an entire change of heart and start liking dogs, and he has never had the urge to try and solve his issue with them. After all, he can just scream and climb the nearest tall thing in order to escape them, and that seems like a pretty good solution to his fear without having to pay for things like 'exposure therapy'. Paying to be trapped in a room with a monstrous beast that was probably plotting the best way to catch him off guard so it could lunge at him and rip him to shreds? No, thank you very much.

However, something changes his mind on the whole matter - it's not a sudden thing, but gradual, paired with an instance that keeps occurring when he's hanging out with his didi. Whenever a demon dog comes sniffing around near them, Wei Ying obviously reacts with horror and fear, either sprinting off to clamber up the nearest tree/lamppost/etc or diving behind A-Cheng and clinging to him with all of his strength. A-Cheng goes about shooing the dog away, because he is a faithful didi despite all of his complaining, but there is always a moment of hesitation before he goes about it. Even through the haze of fear and panic clouding his mind, Wei Ying can always see this sort of wistful longing in his expression before it disappears and he's ushering them away with a frown. Wei Ying may hate dogs, but Jiang Cheng has always loved them. It's not fair that his didi can't have a stupid monster because of him.

He ponders this very heavily over a long period of time, lounging around in his apartment and glaring at the ceiling - if only he wasn't traumatised by dogs, his didi could have whatever oversized rat that he wanted! Despite himself, he finds himself reluctantly searching up variations of 'dog exposure therapy' because 'exposure therapy for dogs' makes services targeted towards dogs show up (what the fuck do those devils have to be afraid of?! They can just maul any threats!!), researching what such services would entail. It's a little embarrassing to see that most content is targeted to help children with cynophobia, but hey, maybe his fear should have been dealt with before it got to this stage! When making any major life decisions (especially ones that involved lots of money), Wei Ying eventually turns to his jiejie, who has just had a little munchkin and is turning those mothering instincts on him as well now.

With encouragement and support from Yanli - 'oh A-Xian, this is so sweet! And brave!' - he finds himself staring suspiciously at the rather unassuming house that had been recommended through many reddit threads for providing the best exposure therapy. It's a very typical house, white picket fence and all, and Wei Ying suddenly considers the possibility of his therapy-giver (Lan Zhan! What a nice name) being a serial killer who takes advantage of his patients' cynophobia to kill them and feed their bodies to the dogs. Oh god, he should not have thought that, now he's too scared to go in! Then A-Cheng's wistful expression flashes through his mind and suddenly he's reminded of the fact that he's doing this for his didi's sake and, if he is murdered, A-Cheng can't be too mean at his funeral, because he died for him. Logic considered, he braces himself and moves through the front garden to knock upon the front door.

Lan Zhan never knows what to expect with his patients; he has dealt with people of all kinds that want to overcome their fear of dogs, for all sorts of reasons, so when the knocks sound out, he isn't sure what waits upon the other side. After taking a second to ensure that everything is in place, he goes to answer the door with a "you must be Wei Ying-" only to find his words stuck in his throat at the sight of the impossibly gorgeous man standing on the doorstep. High cheekbones, sharp grey eyes and a bright smile that is tinged with nervousness but also draws attention to the mole that is surely there for biting- STOP right there, Lan Zhan. That is a PATIENT, and an obviously nervous one at that. Have some damn respect, you shameless human being. He gestures for Wei Ying to come in, stepping aside and firmly looking away from any...assets the man may have.

Wei Ying starts rambling the moment he is sat down on the couch, and it becomes evident that Lan Zhan will have to work hard when it comes to exposing the man to dogs - if he had been younger and more close-minded, he may have been insulted by such a hostile reactions towards the furry companions. Of course, he learned of the root cause of Wei Ying's aversion to dogs through emails when they were setting up the appointment, but to hear it straight from the source, in such a forced tone of lightness, sends a pang through him that he didn't think was possible after hearing all sorts of stories through patients. He's suddenly extremely glad that he decided to have Gege take Bichen on his daily walk instead of putting him upstairs; it seems as though they have a long way to go until Wei Ying is even comfortable with that level of distance between he and a dog.

[evolutionsvoid]

What other creatures roam the starfields? What other life is born from Pwdre Ser and its gelatinous pools? The land has been turned barren and warped from the falling rot, yet how quickly it fills with those risen by the stars. It begs the question: when Pwdre Ser falls upon our homes and takes our lands, how quickly will we be replaced?

Starspawn Suraimu (lower left) - A slimy being of bloated body and many tendrils. It stands upon a single foot, a giant suction cup that lets it hold onto any surface and defy irregular gravity shifts. The Suraimu is not immobile, though its movements aren't exactly graceful. It can slowly scoot its away across the ground, the foot stretching and contracting to let it travel by inches. When a faster pace is needed, it can release its grip and simply hop about. Its tentacles help balance it as it bounces, its jelly body able to absorb impacts if it happens to jump off of a high place. They can be awkward, and almost silly, things, but be wary of its touch and cautious in your retaliation.

The tips of the Suraimu's tentacles discharge powerful purple bolts on contact, its mere touch able to administer deadly shocks. Its power can be seen when it flails its main tendrils about, each impact with its foes and environment letting loose sparks and the smell of burning jelly. Avoid its touch and keep in mind those tentacles are stretchy. Its awkward movements and soft body make it a rather tempting target for the blade, as one can so easily cut away its deadly weapons. However, the Suraimu's greatest strength only appears when wounded. For the entity possesses an incredible regeneration, easily able to grow back lost limbs and bits. But the real terror comes from the fact that the severed pieces themselves grow back into full sized Suraimu. Slicing the entity's two main tentacles off does nothing but turn the battle into a 3 vs 1 fight. Fools who turn to savage violence will create an army of the slimy things, rising from every piece and scrap. The Astrologers advise to simply leave the awkward beings be, as their sluggish movements make it far easier to just avoid them. But when outbreaks of Suraimu swarms occur, powerful infernos of yellowflame are called for, as one needs to reduce every bit of it to ash. If that cannot be utilized, drive the horde out of the starfield and let them all melt into inert sludge. But who knows how long that tactic will work...

Starspawn Isee (lower right) - A skittering thing, going about on a cluster of thin tendrils. Though their thickness and size do not seem like they should be capable of holding such a body up, these tentacles are incredibly strong. Blades struggle to sever them, and they can remain rooted with ease when storm or weather tries to knock the Isee about. In low gravity areas, these same tendrils can writhe and pulse to help it float along. They and their body hum with a high pitched whine, almost like the sound of an annoying insect. Yet it seems to be caused by some kind of energy within the Isee, a vibrating signal that can be both sent and received.

The Isee tends to travel to high up places and station itself there for long periods of time. During these periods, it emits a variety of clicks, whistles and whines to seemingly no one, followed by long pauses of silence. Eventually, it ceases in this action and returns to wandering. These entities don't seem hostile, but their curiosity and interest in intruders can cause issues. Loud sources of noise draw them in, and they begin to follow the emitter. It seems like they are listening to your actions, but it is unknown what they want specifically. Attempts to communicate with them reveals no solid information, but it does seem to get them excited. Sheer noise and audible data is what interests them, and such sources cause them to home in. However, there will then come the time when it wishes to "respond" and this is where the trouble starts.

They try to interact with others by using their tendrils to make contact, exposing the target to the high pitched vibrating signal that runs through them. However, these tentacles are incredibly sharp and easily able to pierce armor and flesh, and the Isee tries to transfer information through physical contact. The tendrils aim for the brain and other sources of though or information, looking to sync up with it so they can relay their own info. However, targets typically don't like having their skulls drilled through and tentacles digging into their brains, so resistance is common to their attempts. Trying to fend their probing limbs off causes them to up their efforts and grow a bit frustrated, resulting in flailing sharp limbs and an attempt to restrain the target. Stab wounds and cuts are quick to follow, as its tendrils start lasing about. At a point, they give up on linking up with the brain and just try to send the info into the flesh. Those who come in contact with their skewering limbs will suddenly be struck by a piercing cacophony of screeching sounds. The words of the Isee are not fit for human minds, its form too loud, fast and garbled. Instead, it causes incredible migraines and spasms, the nervous system struck with impossible information and freaking out from it. Confusion and disorientation is quick to follow, as the mind desperately tries to filter out the sheer noise. Bits and pieces of some alien message may blurt out in the brain, like a shouter interrupting your line of thought. Focus is lost and the victim must retreat to relax the mind and rest, as sleep performs a restart that lets the cacophony out (at the cost of some bizarre dreams). After blasting victims with this terrible signal, the Isee waits for a response, yet always leaves in frustration and disappointment.

Astrologers have tried to decipher the messages the Isee send, using a variety of experiments to try and make contact as painless and manageable as possible. However, it appears what ever form of communication they are using is untranslatable by current methods, and may not even be compatible for humanity. After enough test subjects have had their brains scrambled by the Isee experiments, Astrologers have shelved attempts for now. There is still so much left to understand...

Starspawn Orlan (center) - A stilt-legged being with a towering height and razor sharp appendages. It strides across the starfields like a predatory watchmen, its eye held high scanning the land for prey. Though its long spiked legs may seem awkward for travel, they can walk and run with ease, never getting stuck in the terrain. Upon its back is a swollen sac that contains eggs, as well as two orifices. These openings can spit out eggs or just release a puff of air. This latter ability may seem useless, until one watches the Orlan hunt.

These creatures are quite aggressive, eager to skewer intruders with their long legs. Obviously, they can unleash piercing kicks and stabbing stomps, but there is more to their arsenal. The Orlan has great control over its own gravity, allowing it to increase and decrease it at will. What may be one small step can quickly turn to one giant leap, as it erases its gravity and jumps up into the sky. Floating up there, it can use its air puffs to adjust its direction and position, before ramping the gravity back up and shooting back down to earth. They strike like a spear launched from the heavens, the terrible legs tearing through prey with ease. Fighting against them is like taking on a bladed acrobat whose movements and attacks constantly shift with its own gravity. To make things worse, it can deposit its eggs from its brood sac, but these spheres can turn explosive. Thus, it may lay these bombs before leaping into the sky, blasting foes apart in its escape. Or it may hang up above and unleash a bombardment down below, finally descending to skewer the fleeing target. Combine that with razor claws and impressive speed, and you have a hunter of the starfields that should not, and cannot, be taken lightly.

The Academy's Astroknights have taken the leg spikes of slain Orlan to craft special spears. These have a long piercing lance and possess a bit of the original's gravity powers. They can be thrown for great distances and with incredible speed, with a trajectory that hardly seems to falter or fall. Their impact can embed themselves deep into foe or earth, with barbs to let them hold fast. This is because the Astroknights can use them as means of travel or for more mobile combat, as they tether themselves to the weapon. Throw it, plant it and then pull upon the special cord to launch yourself to the spear or to yank impaled enemies towards you. An incredible tool, but one that takes a whole lot of training to master. Remember to wear the tether when throwing it, because one can easily fling it far enough that you lose it. But also keep in mind you are attached to it in a way when throwing it, so don't stab it into a moving caravan cart or fleeing beast without being ready to be dragged along for the ride. And also be careful when using it in low gravity situations found in the starfields, as you may send yourself flying high into the sky with no real option of getting back down safely.

Starspawn Rod (the long one) - A flowing chain that dances through the air of the starfields, this entity is actually many bodies moving as one. The Rod itself is but a living fragment, a small winged piece. Yet these tiny things do not travel alone, always moving in a group. They synchronize their travel to create long chains with their bodies, creating the illusion of a singular serpentine beast. Their movements are hypnotic, twirling and dancing through the sky, causing one to wonder if their entire purpose is to simply put on a show. The length of a Rod chain can vary wildly, as the average has been found to have a dozen pieces, yet observations have shown those that reach over a hundred. Long chains may choose to fragment into smaller segments, while tiny shards have also been seen linking up with others. No one is sure what dictates them adding or removing from a chain.

Thankfully, the Rods are mostly docile, only ever attacking if one directly threatens them. One must go out of their way to anger them, which typically means victims get what they deserve when attacked by Rods. When a threat goes after their chain, individual Rods will break free and dive bomb the foe. The nucleus within the segment will rupture, resulting in the piece detonating in a purple explosion. Attackers are taken out in a bombardment of segments, the individuals sacrificing themselves to keep the rest of the chain safe. Though this depletes their numbers, the chain will live on to travel through the air and find more to add to their ranks. There is always more of them. It can be a bit....odd...

Starspawn Ceres (top right) - A skeletal looking creature that is always seen carrying its brood. The strange entity flaps through the air on energized limbs, turning a set of its claws into strange wings. The other pair hold tightly to a large hardened sphere, a structure that appears to contain eggs within. It is believed that this is some kind of separate brood sac, one unconnected to its body. Yet, these entities always have one and hold on to it as if it was part of their very flesh. Claws and spiny tail grasp on tight, and it carries it along in flight. It seems obvious that this creature is tending to its eggs, keeping them safe from harm. Yet, when you get too close to them, you realize the Ceres isn't a gentle parent...

The egg sac they carry is not just for holding their unborn, as it is also a weapon they wield when threatened. In fact, they use it so often to destroy foes, and observations of their eggs hatching has been so rare, that some feel that the sac is meant more for offense then reproduction. The inside is filled with star jelly and eggs, while the outside possesses an incredibly hard and solid shell. It is so sturdy, that the Ceres uses it to crush its foes, straight up throwing the thing like a catapult launching its bombs. The entity and sac appear to use Pwdre Ser and its gravitational powers to create incredible impacts, the smashing orb generating shockwaves to send folk flying. Even with its meager frame, the Ceres can unleash a crushing throw with little windup, seeming to use high gravity to make the missile strike the earth at insane speeds. A single impact is not the end of the fight, as the entity can summon it back, the sac flying back into its claws like a bird returning to its nest. It will unleash as many pulverizing blows as it needs til foes are a bloody paste.

Hatching does occur, though witnessing it is quite rare. Oddly enough, when the sphere finally cracks open and the young emerge, each little Ceres is also holding a hardened brood sac with eggs already inside.

---------------------------------

Oh just squeeze in a few more! Just a few more!

[gtlurker]

G/t short cause I'm bored again. (I need to get out more istg)

Being caught by a human is the worst fear of all of my friends and family back home. For the longest while it was my biggest fear. Being caught by a human meant certain death, or at the very least torture. I've spent my entire life avoiding it. Memorizing schedules and going through my plans over and over before making the smallest of choices. I've passed up on opportunities for food and supplies because the human came home a moment to soon, I've rationed for weeks because an opportunity to get out more never arose.

So why.

Am I now sitting on a folded hand towel, freshly bathed and smelling slightly like honey and lemons. (The human showed me his collection of nice soaps and let me choose one.) Wrapped in a robe that is my size but slightly to soft to have ever belonged to a doll, all while the human stands just feet away making a soup with ingredients I've never even seen before.

Its been three hours since the human caught me and I still haven't said a word aside from the scream I let out when he accidentally knocked me from my hiding spot on the top shelf with his duster. He miraculously caught me when before I could splat on the floor like a smashed grape. My ribs are still sore from how hard i hit against his hand. It took everything in me to not break down begging for him to spare my life while he brought me to the kitchen. There was a brief period where I thought he planned to make dinner out of me, and as I watch him stir the soup I'm still weary on that. But no, he just set me down on the counter and gently checked for injuries, muttering something about "possible concussion" i don't know what a concussion is, or why he thinks that's what i am. But so long as he doesn't learn about what borrowers are its fine.

I watched as he filled a teacup with warm water, disappearing into the other room for a minute, returning with a basket full of different soaps. He kept this basket under the sink in the bathroom. I know because I've been planning how to break in for months. He told me to chose which scent I liked the best, I don't know why I went along with it. For a moment I considered the possibility he was gonna use me as a living sponge. I chose the honey lemon scent because it reminded me of this tea I borrowed a few months back.

He turned and started prepping for the soup. I sat in the tea cup for a few minutes, never taking my eyes off him. I'm not sure how long i sat in the warm soapy water, but by the time he came with the pale pink robe, my fingers were starting to prune.

My thoughts are pulled to the present as he places a warm bowl of soup infront of me. It looks like he cut the ingredients to a microscopic size and fashioned a bowl of of tin foil. I gaze up at him suspiciously, worried that he might have done something to the soup. He meets my gaze with a sigh. "Would I really have gone through all the trouble of pampering you just to poison your soup?" He asks, the question is a dumb one. Of course he would. I nod, and he gives me an incredgules look. "No! Obviously I wouldnt" he says, pointing at me with the spoon. "Chicken soup, it's good for you, well it's supposed to be anyway." I dont move to touch the bowl, he shrugs and begins to eat his own bowl. The silence carries on for a few minutes. He doesn't say anything or push for me to eat it. And I do admit a lovely aroma filled the room. Carefully, I try and bite of the soup. Just the broth. It's salty. And warm. I like that it's warm. I take a few more slow bites as the human finishes his. Once he returns from putting his bowl in the sink he sits down next to me. "You know, I was wondering when you'd show yourself." He says, as if he had known of my existence this whole time, which would not be possible since I'm very meticulous about not getting caught and being careful about these things!

He must've seen me staring, because he furrows his eye brows and tilts his head. "What?" He asks, shifting a bit in his seat "I've seen you around a few times before, taking suger, or trying to get some rice. How do you cook rice in the walls by the way?" Oh fuck. Not only has he seen me, but he also knows where I live. "You... knew about me?" I ask, voice small and shaky. His eye brows raise, and he looks slightly surprised. "The creature speaks." He observes, before I can argue him calling me a creature he speaks again. "You don't hide well, i thought it was mice at first when I saw the little hole in the wall, but then I saw you later that night." He explains. It feels like my head is reeling. How could he have possibly known?! How have I been so okay with all this happening?!.

He chuckles, and reaches over to rustly my slightly damp hair. "Don't worry." He says, not looking at me. "I won't tell anyone about your suger heists."