#going so silly lately can't wait for this game to drop

[captain--miracle]

Touchstarved sketches drop :3

Posting all at once so nothing gets lost in the feed. Leais is so silly 🤭🤭😝, and Kurais is so everything. And Mhin is badass as always, love them a lot.

[zeegaazeegaah]

Hii, can you make a Gavi imagine about him being jealous or something like that, it would be amusing to read. I love your work, thank you!💕

A/N: Before I begin I request you people to not put imagines under his name tag. Someone recommended it. I really appreciate it but please keep the tags all fanfiction related (i.e. - imagine, - x reader, - blurb). I do not want what I do light-heartedly and as a hobby, to reach the wrong audience. Please. None of us want that.

xxx

jealousy; gavi

word count: 963

Gavi enters his house to see her shoes near the doorstep. One thing about his girlfriend is that she is very serious about cleanliness. Even though she never stays over, she makes sure to keep his house neat whenever she can. He had asked her to not bother but she insisted it helped her get her mind off things that stress her.

He is late today. She never really stays over for that long. Another thing about her is her seriousness about her future. She takes her uni life undeniably seriously. Always arrives at his home an hour or two earlier than him and gets as much studying done as possible yet she never misses a chance to spend time with him whenever she can. He admires this trait of hers.

Usually, they spend whatever time both of them have by cuddling and making out and have debate on silly things that don't matter but she always makes sure to leave his place before midnight. However, it's about 1 am and her shoes near the doorstep imply she is still there.

At the unusual sight, he tilts one head to the side, eyes narrowing while doing so. He is visibly confused. She would've greeted him normally but now she is nowhere to be seen. He slowly unzips his jacket and drops his backpack. Something tells him to tiptoe in his own house and so he does.

He tiptoes into the living area. He doesn't notice at first but then his eyes land on her head peeking from the couches. It's as if she was trying to hide from him but what he notices has his mouth wide open. She not only has his controller in her hands (he doesn't mind at all if that's what it seems like) but also has her eyes glued to the gigantic screen before her which shows what she is doing. She is not only playing FIFA but it seems she had bought Pedri before.

He lets out an amusing scoff, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall to watch her play for a couple of minutes more, initially assuming she would notice at some point but she didn't. She is way too immersed into the game.

This led him to walk up to her and plopping down on the couch as if nothing happened. To which, she jumps and turns the screen off before them like a reflex action. She lets out an awkward laugh and proceeds to make an awful attempt at acting normal. "Ah, you're back. I was waiting for you."

Gavi observes the entire ordeal. He is amused but he is equally jealous as well. He can't help it for some reason. She bought Pedri. Did she buy him? He sends her an overly sweet smile before turning the screen on and pointing at it, "Did you buy me?"

She grimaces before replying. "Well, if you know I didn't, why do you ask?"

The stressed expression on her face has to be the most adorable sight he has witnessed in a while. And that makes him even more jealous. Why'd his adorable girlfriend not only not buy him but buy his best friend?

He wiggles his brows at her, "Why Pedri?"

"Ew, dude. You're my boyfriend, what's with that face?"

"I'm merely curious." He shrugs.

"Well, I am curious. You talk about your best friend all the time and I wanted to observe his-"

"Through a game?" He cuts her off with a chortle.

"Yeah?" She narrows her eyes at him, not liking the way he is behaving. "Do you want me to go up to him randomly and tell him 'Hey boyfriend's best friend, can you show me some kicks?' like asking him to do a twirl for me?"

He bursts out laughing so hard he has to clutch his stomach at some point as it starts cramping. "You could just show up at our practice one day-"

"Absolutely not." She flinches away.

"Why?" He presses on, curious to know the reason.

"It's awkward!" She exclaims as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

He finds himself breaking into a small smile. His eyes not leaving her face as his cheeks heat up. One of his hands reaches behind her back and begins to draw circles. Her eyes crinkle at the gentle gesture, a soft smile forming on her face as he looks back at him.

Then he remembers he was jealous just a moment ago and fakes a cough while leaning away. "You still should've bought me."

Gavi doesn't know his lips form into a pout as he says that. He is not aware of how cute he is and can get more so as time goes by. This time she looks at him amused and leans towards him. Her hands reach to clasp his larger hands in hers and draw on his palms. He looks down and can't help but smile before looking into her eyes. She holds eye contact with him before leaning to cushion his lips between hers.

It's soft when he tugs her bottom lip between his. He smiles when he has to chase after her lips every time she breaks away to either gasp or giggle. It's full of admiration when they hold their gazes the entire time and don't think of rushing for once. It's full of love and silent understanding when they finally break away and he envelopes her in a hug, resting his head on her shoulders. It's full of peace, even for just a short amount of time when she reaches to rake her fingers in his hair and his eyes close as he breathes in the smell of her shampoo.

He really can't stay jealous of her. Not at all.

[wosemi-sama]

hellooo ^^ i saw ur requests were open...

could you write a little silly thing with the obey me brothers and a child!mc who swears up and down that they'll marry him? typical funny "child doesnt understand the full meaning of marriage they just think its the ultimate form of love" trope.

ermmm sure ‼️‼️‼️ i gotchu anon. i think child mc is very silly™️

lucifer

Lucifer worked on his paperwork at his desk, as you talked his ear off with all about your day, sitting on one of the chairs of his secret study. As usual, he paid no mind to you minus the usual nod or hum, his attempt at making you feel acknowledged.

That was, until, you somehow brought up the subject of your future wedding. He looked up at you, his attention no longer directed at his papers.

"Excuse me..?" Lucifer's eyes widened as they always do when he's surprised. He was in complete shock.

"Yeah! Our wedding. So we can spend the whole day together!" You seemed to be delighted, already planning your father-child day in your head.

"Dear, if you wanted to spend the day together, you could just ask." He stopped writing and put his pen down.

"Really? But you're always so busy!" You frowned, Lucifer frowned with you at your response.

"Do I really seem busy?" You nodded, confused as you thought he already knew how little he's spent time with you lately.

Lucifer sighed. "I'll see if I can clear my schedule and I'll spend all tomorrow with you. How does that sound?"

You hummed in agreement, already ecstatic for tomorrow.

mammon

To celebrate his recent win at the casino yesterday night (unbeknownst to you), he took you to eat at the fanciest restaurant in the Devildom he knew.

He told you to get dressed in your fanciest clothes and to meet him at HoL's front entrance, covering your eyes as the two of you drew nearer to the restaurant.

Later, you were both sat down at a table near the entrance, eating your meals.

"This is so good! I can't wait until our wedding!" You exclaimed with a mouth full of food.

Mammon's grip on his fork loosened. He dropped it on his plate. "Our huh. Our wha...? Repeat that?" Mammon was stunned.

"Our wedding!"

"Do... do ya know what a wedding is?" Mammon asked you, serious for once.

"Well... no, but-!" Mammon interrupted you. "Aha! Knew it! Don't go sayin' things like that, ya hear?"

You sighed. "Okay...."

leviathan

Huh.

Huh?

HUH?!

"W-what did you just say?!" He put down his controller and turned to you, forgetting all about the Devil Kart game he was playing with you.

"Yeah, when we get married-"

Levi cut you off. "Nooope! Not happening."

"What? Why not!!" You seemed genuinely curious, so he answered. "People get married when they love each other."

"Huh. But I love you!" You seemed very confident with your response.

Levi was stumped, unsure of how to explain it differently.

"Y-you know what, nevermind." He decided that you'd understand what marriage is and how it works when you're older. Probably. Hopefully.

satan

You sat there patiently, listening to the bedtime story Satan was reading to you. It was a story from the human world, one you've heard a dozen times, yet you don't get tired of stories as long as Satan's reading them to you.

Everything was going normally until Satan got to the end of the book, the part where the prince marries the princess. "Satan, I'm gonna marry you one day!" You sat up from your comfy spot on your bed.

"I'm sorry, you're going to what?" Satan was speechless, unsure of what to do or say. Does he keep reading? Does he explain to you what you just said?

"Well, it says the princess and the prince love each other." You pointed to the page picturing the princess and prince's wedding. Satan nodded and you continued. "When you get married, it's because you love each other, right?"

"Well, not familiarly. You get married to someone you're romantically attached to." Satan explained.

"Oh. Okay!" You had no idea what either of those words meant, but you laid back down anyway, ready for Satan to continue reading.

Satan looked at the clock on your nightstand. "It's getting past your bedtime, little one." He began to close the book. You put your hand on the page that was open to stop him. "Please, just five more minutes! The story's almost over, anyway!"

Satan sighed. "Alright, five more minutes."

asmodeus

"Hmm? Our wedding?" Asmodeus was confused, to say the least.

Asmo brushed your hair, fixing it up in time before breakfast. You sat on the edge of his bed as he talked to you about all the new hair products he got you yesterday while shopping. Well, until you began talking about your future wedding together.

You nodded, he stopped brushing your hair, the brush still in his hands as he held it in the air. "Yeah, our wedding!"

"Why would we have a wedding, hon?" Asmodeus questioned you. He watched as you sputtered, trying to come up with an answer. He just giggled at you and smiled. "That's just not possible, dear." He continued to brush your hair.

"Huh? Why not?!" You seemed hell bent on marrying him, for familiar reasons of course, but nobody knew how to explain that to you.

"Hmm, I'm not sure how to explain it..." Asmodeus looked for an answer, hoping it would suddenly pop up in his brain.

Unfortunately, that light bulb in his head didn't light up, so Asmo stayed quiet and continued to brush your hair.

beelzebub

Even though it was a Saturday, everyone (mostly Lucifer) was still on about how you had woken up late. Everyone except Beelzebub, of course. He had even saved you a plate at breakfast! How kind and caring!

As you sat down at the dining table, he handed you the plate of food. You thanked him. It wasn't often the glutton would save someone food, unless it was you.

"Thanks, dad! I'm gonna marry you!" You hugged him tight, exciting for him to save you food every morning once you got married.

Beelzebub was... confused, to say the least. He continued to munch on his food, not sure how to act next.

He swallowed before speaking. "That's not how that works..." He looked around the room, looking for an answer. "Maybe you'll get married one day, just not to me." He finally decided on his answer, looking at you now.

"Okayyy..." You didn't understand, but who were you to ever argue with him?

belphegor

Belphie crouched and peaked his head under the blanket roof of the pillow fort you carefully constructed with him. "I got you something." He was hiding something behind his back. He took it out from behind, and there was a soft cow plushie in his hands. He smiled upon seeing your excitement towards it.

He gently put the cow plushie in your hands. You held it tight as you lay against the pillows, on top of the blanket flooring."Thank you, Belphie!" He hummed. "Heck, I might even marry you!"

The Avatar of Sloth raised an eyebrow.

"What...?" He questioned you quietly. You nodded. He knew it was just a saying, but he was slightly concerned. Asmodeus said that a lot. Was he finally rubbing of on you?

He finally went inside the pillow fort and got cozy. He took a pink blanket and covered you with it. It was silent for a bit.

"Where'd you learn that from?" He finally spoke, breaking the silence. "Asmo!" You exclaimed, holding the cow plushie even tighter.

"Ah." He knew it. He took the yellow blanket next to him and covered his legs, as he didn't feel like tucking in his upper half. The blanket had white stars scattered on the fabric.

He felt his eyes fluttering. He was about to fall asleep, but he still had something he wanted to say to you.

The pillow fort was quiet. You grabbed the book that was in between you and Belphie to begin reading where you left off. Before you could, Belphegor broke the silence once again.

"Hey..." He began. You looked up at him from your book. "Don't go around saying stuff like that, okay?" You flashed him a smile and gave him a thumbs up. That was the last thing he saw before falling asleep.

[gwndolnfrankln]

i'm not in love - eddie munson x reader

🎧.˳⁺⁎ summary: as the photographer of the school's journalism club, you were given a task to take pictures of the hellfire club for the highschool yearbook. when everyone notices a sudden change in eddie munson's demeanor the night of the campaign, it may or may not have something to do with you.

⋆ warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI, swearing, fingering, making out, dirty talk, aftercare, orgasm, eddie munson (bc this man is the death of me)

⋆ a/n: based on the song: i'm not in love by 10cc. i had a lot of first time's writing this: my first smut, fluff ig and of course, eddie munson <3 the grammar still needs a bit of work but this one's special, folks. 

⋆ word count: 3645

I'm not in love

So, don't forget it

It's just a silly phase I'm going through

And just because

I call you up

Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made

I'm not in love, no no, it's because...

Scattered voices fell into hushed whispers the moment you walked inside the campaign room, steadily following your presence like a prancing fox. With your photo camera in hand, you sauntered slowly, trying to blend with the crowds in normal hallway fashion, but to no avail their eyes were on you. Your skin prickled and flushed; goosebumps flared up your arms while you unacknowledged a drop of sweat trickling down your forehead. Even with the air of suspense lingering in the room, a few familiar faces waved at you on the long table across from you. You recognized some of them, boys you’ve had classes with and others you’ve seen around the neighborhood, but the one you’ve secretly kept a keen eye on was the man sitting at the far end of the table: Eddie the “Freak” Munson.

Before the start of spring break, Nancy assigned you to take pictures of the clubs for the yearbook. For the week, you’ve just done Chess, Taekwondo, Debate and the cheerleading squad. You wrote the list with the help of Nancy, arranged them in numerical order, putting Hellfire Club at second-to-the-last. Even though you’ve known Dustin and Mike since they were little kids, you were half-convinced by your parents to stay away from anything DnD-related or as they would like to call it, “the Devil-worshipping game”. 

You knew it was never like that since you used to play as a young girl, wholeheartedly fascinated with character sheets and the little details put into these games. Overall, you respected the heart and passion of these players. So much so that every time a certain guy with long curly locks starts to march on his usual table, calling out every clique in the cafeteria, you couldn’t help but stare, longer than one’s supposed to every time someone makes a scene at lunch time.

“I’m not in love.” You whispered to your friend, Megan, as you placed your pile of textbooks inside your locker then checked the state of your dusty old camera with a few snaps. Megan rolled her eyes with a teasing smirk, knowing that that’s not the definite answer to what she saw at lunch lately. “Yeah, right. A few minutes worth of Eddie’s lap dancing versus your twenty minutes of staring doesn’t seem to look up on your behalf.” You grunted, showing no signs of defense at Megan’s conviction. 

“Ha, ha. Alright Megan, you got me. Now, can I have some of your gum?” Megan handed you a packet of pink gum from her skirt pockets, putting on red lip gloss in front of the locker’s side mirror. “Okay, fine. I’ll let you change the subject for now. But I want to hear more about this little crush on the phone later.” Megan clapped your cheeks with pouty lips before she walked off to her next class. As you closed your locker doors shut, your heart jumped right out of its chest when you noticed Mike’s presence, not really knowing how long he was standing there. 

"Hey Mike, what's up?" You didn't know why you fidgeted like a kid grabbing candy from the sweets bowl; judging by Mike's weird expression, he must've waited by your side the whole time. "Well, I'm wondering if you can take Lucas' spot for Hellfire later, since he can't come because of the championship." You remembered the game because of Nancy, when you insisted on taking photos on the court instead of the other clubs. Nancy must’ve seen right through you, but you gave up all your pleas just to get the job done and not mess with Nancy’s temper any longer.

“Sure, but I won’t play. I have to take pictures for the senior yearbook. The layout committee saved you guys a page.” 

That very answer leads you here in the old theater room, now fully occupied by the Hellfire club. Mike explained to you in a hurry that they desperately needed someone to replace Lucas for the evening or else their DM would be bothersome if they didn’t get a replacement for tonight's DnD session. It was a surprise to them that someone like you would want to watch them play. You were quite infamous for dating a lot of guys since you were thirteen; puberty has both been a blessing and a curse.

Dustin cleared his throat to break the prolonged awkwardness, asking Eddie to continue but it was only met with coughs from the other members. You were avoiding the table the whole time and decided to play around with your camera until they decided to continue, yet Dustin’s question was only met with more silence. That’s when you looked up for the first time, and your eyes were met with Eddie’s, who was across from you sitting on his throne. 

His curly bangs failed to cover the dark look in his eyes, his all too familiar gaze sharpening the strictness of his jaw. His intertwined fingers went rigid just by the way his metal rings stopped clicking against each other, while his chest heaved heavily like something was about to explode from inside him. Unfortunately, you knew that he was going to react the way he did before you entered the room. His avoidant stares from your side of the cafeteria, the bitter tone in his voice when he asked Mrs. Hanks to change his seat farther from yours, and his cold invisible cape that brushed your shoulders every time he walked past you in the hallway. The summer of ‘86 was a memory you can't etch to forget, and it was evident that it was also that time for Eddie’s.

I like to see you

But then again

That doesn't mean you mean that much to me

So, if I call you

Don't make a fuss

Don't tell your friends about the two of us

I'm not in love, no no, it's because...

The momentum in Eddie drastically changed as he started reading the folder in front of him, narrating flawlessly. “The hooded cultists chant,” Once again, his eyes darted to yours while you captured the game with the snap of your camera. “‘Hail Lord Vecna’. They turn to you, remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize,” Their eyes were on him now, clenching their fists as they listened intently. 

“His skin shriveled, desiccated. And something else.” Eddie rose from his seat and placed an arm behind him. “He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!” Everyone clamored in their seats as you took the perfect shot at the edge of the table. You can tell by the look of amusement on Eddie’s face that he had accomplished his expectations for the campaign, placing them right where he wanted them to be. 

"No!"

“He was killed by Kas!” 

“So, it was thought, my friends. So, it was thought. But Vecna lives!” 

The game started from there. You were quite enthralled the whole entire time, adoring the sight of cards and notebooks scattered everywhere on the table. You even placed your camera down to shout when one of them never got lucky with the dice. It was surprisingly fun at times, enraging at some points, but the thrill distracted you from Eddie. 

Well, that part isn't fully true. 

You would find yourself smiling when he laughs back at his throne, or even look at his fingers clenching the handles of his throne while the other members of the club attack the enemy. Tonight was the first time you’ve ever been this close to Eddie. This was the first time he ever looked at you, saw you and stood in the same room as you. Every school day, he fished you out like a choking hazard, and you deserved it. This was punishment—a punishment that you’re willing to take since that last summer. 

Your final days with him were nothing short of regretful choices. You were scared to be sure, the assurance that someone would actually want you apart from anything else. You shroud love with cowardice, completely used to the idea that any guy can easily discard you like garbage. A simple, pretty girl who never took real relationships "too seriously", or a himbo who only dated "just for the fun of it", whatever else the rest of the school talks about behind your back. But you knew— you knew deep down that Eddie was different from the rest of them. 

It was very hot that day; you were sweating profusely through your striped polo shirt and you were in a desperate need to find a water bottle. In the woods, you were walking down the faint grassy trail, where you heard loud music playing from his van. You rounded towards the back of the vehicle, the backdoors hanging open in both directions. That’s when you saw Eddie for the first time. 

It was like a scene from a sappy movie, where everything around you went into slow-motion and the world just stopped turning; it's as if nature paused its shift for the two of you. His dark curly locks were tied up, a few strands of hair hanging like ivy vines on his neck. He was wearing a Black Sabbath t-shirt and gray denim pants with handcuffs around his waist. The loud blaring of his guitar stopped when he narrowed his brown eyes towards you, like the world also stopped turning for him. “What are you playing?” You asked him while he drank a water bottle, his steady gaze still on your figure. “It’s an original. I’m still playing around with the chords, but I think it’s going well from there.” He placed his red guitar down, leaning it carefully against the wall before he sat at the end of his van, close to where you’re standing. "Is this what led you here?"

"That was you? It sounded like it was played from one of your records or something.” You sat next to him, your hips touching slightly against his. After he took another sip of his mineral water, he handed it to you with a small, endearing smile, gesturing you to take it. You smiled back at him, mindlessly placing the cap near your lips and flushed in embarrassment when you realized that you haven’t opened the bottle yet. Eddie chuckled softly at the sight, before he wrapped his fingers around yours on the water bottle to loosen the cap for you. “There you go.” He leaned back on his side, resting his weight on the palm of his hand. You tried not to stare too much but to no avail, you find yourself lingering at the sight of his bat tattoos. “Thanks.” You finally looked away then started drinking like a Nomad in the middle of a Sahara Desert. 

“So, what are you doing here? In the middle of the woods, I mean.” You set the empty bottle down on the space between you and Eddie. 

“Oh, my uncle kicked me out just this afternoon. He didn't want me to disturb his guest with solo practice.” The lids of Eddie’s eyes fluttered upwards to the sky, the blues settling down into a shade of orange. You can’t help but notice his vibrant brown eyes, the sweat trickling down the sides of his neck and his pink chapped lips. You wondered how someone like him could look so beautiful in the mellow glow of the summer heat. Icarus, who flew too close to the sun.

The humid afternoon air placed its fiery warm hands on your back, pushing you carefully towards him. Eddie stared back at you the moment you leaned in closely, his gaze traveling every delicate feature on your face. “I want to hear you play sometime.” You whispered into his ear, feeling the vibrations of your throat sending electric sparks all over your insides. Then that smile, that crazy grin of his, sent you into waves of unfamiliar, exciting emotions. 

You want him to smile at you like that forever. 

“I’ll be here whenever you need me.” He placed his hand on top of yours, feeling the warmness of his palm come into contact with the coldness of your sweaty backhand. Instead of thanking him like a simpleton, you find yourself touching his left cheek with your other palm, then slowly but surely kiss the skin closest to his lips with a flourish. 

The next thing you know, you find yourself around this part of the woods for quite some time. The unknowing trail became a familiar place to you, the anticipation creeping into your veins the moment you set foot on grassy paths, broken cobblestones and fallen branches. The smell of the smoky engine wafted your senses completely, making you break off into a sprint until you knocked repeatedly on the metal doors. He pulled you inside his van, his arms tightly wrapped around your back in a warm embrace. You both laughed like children, letting your bodies slowly drift into nerve-wrecking oblivion. 

His shoulders relaxed as you placed your fingers behind his neck, his steady breaths fanning against your skin. Your face was like a pleasing ladder to his eyes; he climbed at the sight of your lips, up to the bridges of your nose, then your eager eyes, covered slightly by the strands of your hair. He gently pushed it away with his thumb, then leaned his head to the side to press his soft lips against yours. Your lips moved with his, an easy rhythm you’ve memorized and pictured so vividly even when you're fast asleep. 

Both his hands traveled down to your waist, pressing his fingertips hungrily onto the fabric of your shorts. You grunted and bit his bottom lip mischievously, signalling him to carry you to his leather seats and set you down with his calloused palms, kneading the back of your thighs. He kneeled down in front of you and set your legs wide apart, before pressing his thumb to the wetness in between. “You’re getting wet down there, sweetheart. It’s a shame that it's still covered for me like that, would it?” He continued rubbing small circles onto the wet fabric of your shorts, sending you into a euphoric high of teasing pleasure. Your teeth sinked itself deeply into your lips, holding back a groan you so desperately want to let out as his index and middle finger swiped your covered folds like a credit card holder. 

Your back arched at the overpowering sensation, as you carried your hips closer to where his fingers played with your pussy. He started unbuttoning your shorts, then slid it down to your curled ankles along with your white floral-patterned panties. Out of impulse, your thighs closed itself like a clam, your bare sex flushed at Eddie’s ravenous sight. Slowly, he slid one hand in between your legs, which opened itself so eagerly to him like it had a mind of its own. He started rubbing and flicking your clit with his thumb, while the other sneaked itself under the hems of your shirt to pinch your hardened nipple. 

You gasped and roughly grabbed his bony wrist as he slid a finger inside of you, feeling the coldness of his metal ring hitting your warm folds. “Fuck, you’re so tight for me, sweetheart.” His large, expectant eyes found its way back to you, crazily grinning at the look on your face. You can’t help but drool when his index finger slithers side to side between your inner walls, not minding the sloppy sound it makes. You closed your eyes as he thrusted one more finger inside of you without any preparation whatsoever, which is something Eddie likes to do: surprise you. 

Both fingers slowly push themselves inside you; your mind going completely blank at the depth of his place. He pulled and pushed it back more rapidly, his fingertips pressing harder against your wet walls as you swallowed large gulps of saliva down your throat. Your muscles contracted as his swift fingers obliterated your pussy in painful yet wonderful delight, savoring every inside space as possible. Your feet lifted themselves off the ground, while he held your raised hips with his rough calloused hand; one that would surely leave a mark in the showers later. 

“I’m getting there, Eddie.” Your unsteady breaths made it harder for you to speak properly. You can’t even think clearly because of him. Everything from his soft long curls brushing past your shoulders to the hungry look in his eyes as he goes down on you. “Cum for me. I know how much you want to cum all over me.” Like a struck of lightning, he slid a third finger in between your petal-like folds and pushed it farther inside, to the point of absolutely no control. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you cursed his name over and over again, not wanting him to stop. With one final bounce, you shuddered under your raspy breath as his drenched fingers released itself from your stretched pussy. 

Eddie stood up from his knees and kissed you on the forehead, staring down at you with that dimpled smile of his. “Was I good?” He plopped himself down beside you and snuggled his head on your clavicle. Underneath all that confidence, there was a desperate tremor in his voice that you knew all too well. He wanted to be good for me, you smiled softly at the thought. 

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and looked up at you expectantly, waiting for an answer. “What, why are you smiling?” Eddie asked, his smile slightly faltered. You faced him quickly, your body leaning slightly to his side. “You were amazing.” You gave him a small peck on the cheek. 

Now, there’s that amazing smile of his, shining brightly at you like those many times before. “You've also become a different person when you’re horny. You really like to talk me down, huh.” Eddie covered his eyes embarrassingly while laughing at your brutal honesty and critique. “I’ve always wanted to please you in the best way, that’s all.” He whispered into your ear as his hand scooched you closer to him, gently rubbing your sides with his palm. 

You grinned at his words from ear to ear, then subtly caressed his cheek with the small of your thumb, closing the tight space between you into a passionate kiss, letting his soft moans melt under your tongue. “I love you.” He muttered in between kisses; his brown eyes significantly locked into yours. You inhaled from surprising exhilaration, resting your forehead against his. 

“I love you too, Eddie.”

Wanting him is never the same without him. If only you knew that your careless past would come back and sabotage the one and only thing that’s good for you, you would’ve snatched the keys to his van and locked yourself inside, throwing away the keys until he comes back. 

By the time you ran out of things that reminded you of him, you pictured yourself regretfully harboring his love into permanent frames just to slip into your memories of him once more. That summer haunted the crevices of your mind like a dusty old paragraph fading into unrecognizable colors; barely even a photograph to look at. The summer of ‘86 ended like many summers before, yet you felt it in your heart that you would never find the courage to depart from it ever since.

I keep your picture

Upon the wall

It hides a nasty stain that's lying there

So, don't you ask me

To give it back

I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me

I'm not in love, no no, it's because...

The DnD session ended surprisingly successfully. Members older than Mike and Dustin were crying out of joy, while some applauded Erica Sinclair’s lucky draw, welcoming her officially early to the club. Your smile widened at the sight of her waving towards you in her cape, tiptoeing in the middle of the crowds to see you. 

Before you start to walk towards her, you caught a glimpse of Eddie heading out the front door with keys in his hand and a black metal box. It wasn’t like you expected him to talk to you after the campaign, but at the same time you felt a pang of pain tugging at the strings of your heart. You’d rather curl up inside your bed and ugly-cry under a blanket for hours than see him leave like that. As you tucked your camera into its old leather case, a small folded yellow paper slipped from the bottom edges of the case, like someone purposefully sneaked it in there while you weren’t looking. You picked it up and opened the contents of the yellow piece of paper, secretly hoping that it was for you. 

“Hey, it’s been a while. I don’t have the stomach to reconcile or anything, but Henderson asked me to be nice since you’re only taking pictures for the yearbook. It’s not like I wanted to bother you. I never even thought about it when you showed up with that camera you always bring around. Did your new, older boyfriend get that for you? Anyways, I’m pleased that you enjoyed the campaign tonight. It’s something I’ve specially crafted for weeks now. I guess all that hard work finally pays off when an outsider such as yourself finds it decent at best. Tell me when the photos arrive and keep an extra for me, will you? You always know where I am.” - Eddie.

[immortalmsmoon]

BSD General Headcanons

ADA VERSION

I've been really into BSD as of late cus i had to rewatch it with my friend :3 GUYS I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER TO COME OUT

all requests are welcome!!! please read my rules first though, they were recently updated!

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Atsushi

Always tired, and it's pretty damn obvious. Has prominent eye bags, and he’s always huffing and sighing. 

Has a nice singing voice. It's really clear and soft, and is nice to sleep to. 

Hates reading, and isn’t very good at it. He only got to learn the basics at the orphanage. Reading reminds him of the orphanage anyways, so it’s not something he’s very fond of. 

Likes to cook with kyoka, and they usually practise once a week. Sometimes, if they make a lot of whatever they were cooking or baking, they bring some to the agency to share. 

One of those people who is loud with the people he trusts and quiet with people he doesn’t know well.

VERY VERY oblivious. To the point that most jokes go RIGHT over his head. Ranpo likes to tease him about it, and when he does, Atsushi gets confused about it. 

“WDYM I'm oblivious? Wdym that was a joke? What?” 

Dazai

So silly

Puts sauce packets on the toilet seats FREQUENTLY. Like once a week. The agency members have learned to start checking under the toilet seats, and even though no one falls for it anymore (except maybe atsushi) he still does it. 

When he hears anyone talk about food he does one of two things: BEGS the person to give him some sort of food, and harasses/threatens them until they do, or orders food and proceeds to eat it right in front of the person, while making loud obnoxious comments on how good it is. If ANYONE asks for ANY he is rude as hell to them, and continues to silently glare at them while he eats.

Makes songs out of EVERYTHING. If someone stubs their toe, he’s singing about it. Someone dropped all their paperwork all over the lounge? He stands by and obnoxiously sings about the incident instead of helping. 

Occasionally, when he sees that Kunikida is under a lot of stress or pressure, he will do his paperwork. It's still a couple days late, but he does it. And sometimes he does some cleaning around the agency. 

Kunikida

Also loud and obnoxious, but in a different way. 

CONSTANTLY stressing about stuff he doesn’t need to. People tell him to calm down but he never listens. 

Has a #1 DAD mug that Dazai gave him when he got employee of the month.

Outside of work he enjoys drawing, but he rarely does it because of the tight schedule that is his life. 

Has a soft spot for Atsushi, and has a sort of paternal relationship with him.. Sometimes if Atsushi begs, he’ll deter from his schedule and spend some time with him. Sometimes they go out for a walk, or they set up activities for the agency to go do as a group. 

Ranpo

Hides in the agency bathroom like a highschooler, and plays games on his phone when he doesn’t want to do work, and doesn’t want to deal with people. 

Spends a lot of time on the roof of the agency. Sometimes he brings some headphones and listens to some music, sometimes he just watches the clouds. His favourite is when the day is kind of windy, but just enough that it's a light breeze. 

His favourite thing to do with the agency is board game night, and they meet up and do it about twice a month. He mainly likes it because he wins, but also just because he gets a little lonely sometimes living by himself. 

When he’s tired he gets kind of delirious ....you know when you stay up so late that everythings funny? That's him, but like 4 out of 5 days a week. 

Brings two bags a day to work: one filled with snacks, one filled with drinks. 

Kyoka

Only really talks with Kenji and Atsushi

Admires Yosano and despises Dazai

Prepares coffee or tea for everyone in the morning, and knows exactly how everyone likes it. 

Is actually TERRIBLE at cooking, so when she and Atsushi do it, he usually does most of the actual cooking. She is better at reading the recipe than him though.

A couple times throughout the year, she will try different hairstyles. She's completely against cutting it off, but not against learning some really complex braids. She's a quick learner, so it never takes her long. 

On the topic of hair, Atsushi likes to mess around with hers sometimes, and usually just brushes it because he can’t actually do much else without knotting it. 

She absolutely loves to go see fireworks with the Agency, because it was something she didn’t really get to do when she was younger. She sees the agency as her family, as weird as everyone is, and moments like that help her feel more connected to them

Her favourite member of the agency to spend time with one on one is Kenji, because they get along really well. He talks quite a bit, and she likes to listen, but he also knows when to be quiet. They go on walks a lot. 

Kenji

Has a garden on the roof of the agency

Him and Dazai tried to convince Fukuzawa to let them get a pet for the agency. They got a cat that dazai picked up off the streets, and no less than a week later, they had to get rid of it because it was diseased. 

Brings wounded birds to the agency frequently, which drives Kunikida off the walls, and he fixes them up on his desk. 

His desk is slightly smaller than most of the other agency members, and it has three drawers: the first one is full of stuff for any animal he may come across. Little bandages and medical supplies for animals, treats, even little things he can use to make a bed out of. The second drawer has his paperwork in it, and his pens and what not. The third drawer is full of a whole bunch of microwaveable meals

Adding on to the drawer of microwavable meals, Kenji hates to snack, because it never fills him up. He prefers to just eat a whole meal instead of eating something small, but sometimes he will if he has to. He also prefers savoury food over sweet food, but doesn’t mind some sweet stuff sometimes. 

Yosano

Gets along with basically all of the members of the agency

Dazai and her do wine tastings once a month. It usually ends with them just getting drunk

Helps Kenji with any wounded animals he brings in, and gives him tips and pointers on how to help them.

Her and Ranpo gossip A LOT, about literally anything they can get their hands on. They judge people A LOT. 

“This girl asked me out yesterday. The one from the cafe. She's ugly, no offence.” “EWW YESSS”

Forces Atsushi to come shopping with her, and forces him to hold all of her bags. She usually brings Ranpo or Dazai with her as well, and asks them for their opinions on the things she buys.

Sucks at cooking, so usually buys food from a convenience store for lunches and dinners.

Also one of the few agency members who doesn’t mind working late.

[csphire]

So... Frazer the voice actor to Dammon doesn't want Tav or the Dark Urge to romance his character? Well, shit.

It's late, I'm tired and should be in bed, just saw the letter from Dammon from patch 5, and yeah I'm a little weepy now. So excuse any typos.

Fair warning: Just some venting below but no major spoilers.

Update: I've got a better understanding of where Frazer is coming from and a better solution suggestion is 👉here.

But feel free to read this slightly saltier 🧂post. lol

So wait... Frazer doesn't want more work? Why? I mean true, I don't really see Dammon getting along well with a Dark Urge or a Tav Murder Hobo type, but a majority of Dammon's fandom we genuinely adore him and Karlach. And, I'd like to think, most of us just love options. We want to romance him with Karlach and a player character of our own design too.

Would I romance him on every playthrough? Maybe or maybe not. But I do know it will be at least once as Karlach. (I'm on two immunosuppressants. I don't-can't get out much. I can sooo relate to her being touched-starved stuff. I cuss just as much as her too-if not more.) I've got no problem playing as her but again most of us want more options. So what's the problem?

For her, the devs could even put in a few special lines that are unique to their romance. Hells, I would romance them both all the way through the game with Tav if I could so nobody was feeling left out.

Respectfully, I don't understand what Frazer's hang-up is at all. But it feels like a slap in the face when Dammon has become a comfort character to so many of us. We're cheering him on and we're trying to drum up interest to get Frazer a bigger part.

We do this because some of us have a lot of shitty real-life stuff going on, and BG3 has become our escape. And, unlike every romance option we have so far, Dammon doesn't bring us big drama or a lot of demands to the table. Even as just a merchant, he somehow feels... just there for us... supportive. He's not just a pretty face to us, we seriously want to get to know Dammon just a little more! We want him to evolve and grow. We want to know what's his baggage. At this point many of us would settle for him to be just NPC we can romance-not a fling mind you. A full romance like what we see in Dragon Age Inquisition with Cullen or Josephine.

But wouldn't it be cool if we could get him as a full companion? One that could perhaps be an Artificer in a DLC that would introduce that class to the player too?

Even now, when my Tav visits him each day to sell their things, I forget for a little while all the crushing pressure on my play character's shoulders for a few minutes.

In early access, overhearing him grumble about wanting better tools had me roleplaying to collect every tool I could find. A little silly minnie quest. Giving him hammers, and other blacksmith-related stuff, for free taught me how to raise my relationship with a merchant and get a better discount.

Perhaps his simplicity or just his kindness is his appeal. Perhaps don't give him too much baggage if you flesh him out more please.

But how do we get around this Larian, if Frazer won't budge?

Hate to suggest this but consider, Dammon has a twin brother, a nearly identical one. Maybe he has more scars, a different hairstyle, have fun with his design. Oh, maybe he never takes his enchanted armor off, and we have to go into the relationship a bit blind with no idea what he looks like under it all at first. He finally takes his helmet off and seeing Dammon's face we're a little confused. Trust me, we will suspend our disbelief given magic and dragons, for starters, exist in this world. Dammon having a long-lost twin won't be a huge stretch.

So have the twin, instead of Dammon, drop as one of the stars in a DLC. Have him join our party as a fully fleshed-out, perhaps mysterious, companion featuring the Artificer class and fully romanceable. Finally, the fandom gets what we want, a male tiefling we can romance. Dammon can hammer away at his forge and pine for Karlach all he wants. Frazer can stand by whatever principles that are making him hesitant to take on a larger role, more acclaim, another paycheck, possibly more work, and maybe even a gaming voice acting award.

By all means Larian, please throw all that money and acclaim you would have thrown at him at another voice actor. Let the new guy have it all. Sure we'll still pine a bit over Dammon now and then. But if Frazer doesn't want a larger role, guess we'll have to try and respect that.

If you've got this far, thank you for reading, and feel free to share your thoughts.

[samieree]

Part 2!

Heimdall x reader (Greek Goddess)

Many of you liked this shot, so I decided to write the second part 😁 Enjoy! 💕

-> part 1

~

Apparently you two were supposed to talk today, so you were waiting for Heimdall to come talk… But it was late and you were still sitting in your room waiting for something that probably will never happen.

Was he just playing with you? He messed with your intimacy and decided to leave it like that? Was he trying to prove something or what?

You still remembered the warmth of his body, his hand in your hair as he gently combed it… and most importantly, you remembered how he brushed his lips lightly against yours. It was a very short and fleeting moment, but it was etched in your memory. You ran your finger slowly over your bottom lip as you thought about that moment, then shook your head.

You were supposed to talk today and he blew you off. He doesn't deserve you to think about him. Right?

You shouldn't care at all. It's that asshole's loss, not yours. Besides, you two don't even match… Okay, who exactly are you trying to fool? You couldn't just stop thinking about him, especially when it started to look like you two might get along…

Determined, you grabbed a piece of paper, ink, and a pen, and sat down at your desk to write a letter. At first you let out all your anger at him, but the more you wrote, the softer your words became. And you ended up writing the last line with tears already running down your cheeks and smearing the last words about how you feel about him. You set the pen aside and quickly wiped the tears from your face with the back of your hand. What did it get you to cry because of… Love… Even when you had your episode with Ares, it wasn't like that. Maybe a little after he died, but it was so long ago you can't even remember.

You got up from the table, leaving a letter on it. You weren't so sure if you wanted to give it to him anymore... Now you needed air most of all after waiting in the room all day. Maybe you can drop it off at his door later, but you'll see.

* * *

The walk definitely improved your mood, especially since you also met Sif, with whom you chatted and joked a bit. You've almost forgotten about your recent minor meltdown.

You were almost to your room when suddenly someone covered your eyes with some fabric  and pulled you back. This mysterious individual stopped against the wall while you were now leaning your body against his.

“Just don't scream like a slaughtered pig, no one's going to kidnap you, sunshine. At least in theory.” So Heimdall hasn't forgotten that you were supposed to talk today?

Just what was he actually doing? Did he make up another stupid game, this time blindfolding you?

“In theory?” you replied, trying to get the fabric off your eyes, but Heimdall slapped lightly your hand quickly as soon as you did.

“Appreciate that I'm trying at all.” he murmured. You felt him tie the shawl behind you so he doesn't have to hold it all the time.  Then he came out from behind you, firmly grabbing your hand.

“It's dark anyway, and I can't see much.”

“Stop or I'll leave you right here.” You giggled and didn't say anything else, just nodded.  Maybe you were supposed to be offended by him, but you were too curious about what he came up with…

You were already surprised that he would do such a thing at all.  You'd never expect any surprises from him, except for some stupid jokes. But you hoped there would be no silly jokes today.

 “Sta…” He didn't have time to warn you, you already tripped over a stair you forgot existed.  Fortunately, he was ahead of you in time and caught you. “...ir.” he sighed softly.  “I knew it”

“You could have warned earlier.” You replied as you continued walking.

“I could.” Two things intrigued you about this situation. Did he lie that he knew it would happen, or did he want it to happen so he could play the knight on the white horse who saved you from falling.

It would have been nice if he had answered that silent question of yours, but apparently he preferred to remain silent. That's why you decided to assume from his ‘I could’ that he wanted to play your hero. It didn't even bother you.

Suddenly you stopped. You felt him let go of your hand and grab your waist tightly, lifting you up and placing you on what you thought was the saddle, you weren't sure. You were sure of this belief only when you touched what you were sitting on and a little further, realizing that it was Gulltoppr.

“Where are you taking me?” You asked as he sat down behind you. Then he wrapped his arms around you lightly, grabbing the reins. You felt that closeness again, the warmth radiating from his body when you were close. You weren't sure at first, but you leaned back against him, feeling his breath on the side of your forehead now.

“Over some cliff I'll throw you off, or into a lake I'll drown you in, I haven't decided yet. Alternatively, Gulltoppr may eat you.” You rolled your eyes, though of course he couldn't see it, but maybe he sensed it.

“And seriously?”

“Seriously, I'm not going to tell you.” The warmth of his breath transferred to your ear and cheek. “Some trust would be useful, sunshine.” He whispered in your ear and you shivered at his voice.

You didn't expect it, especially since you were blindfolded the whole time, but… You liked it. He must have sensed it because right after that he placed his hands on your thighs as if nothing had happened, which made you tense up even more.

You didn't even know how far you were actually riding, you were too focused on those small gestures that could take your breath away for a moment. Especially every time, when he was gently running his hand over part of your thigh...

You must have finally made it there because his hands disappeared from your thighs and he himself jumped to the ground.

“Come on, jump.” You heard his voice from downstairs. You remained skeptical at first, not moving from your spot. “Don't worry sunshine, I'll catch you.”  You could bet he smiled as he said that.

For lack of a better option - although you could have tried to remove the shawl from your eyes again, but you decided not to spoil the surprise - you simply slid off the saddle. Luckily for you, Heimdall didn't trick you and he caught you, setting you down and taking your hand again, leading you behind him

“You can keep the shawl.” you heard as you stopped again and he started to untie the fabric you had in front of your eyes. It gently descended, landing on your neck, and you finally saw where he took you. “It's yours anyway”

It was this one place by the river, not outside the walls of Asgard. You always liked coming here by yourself, it was probably your favorite place, especially late in the evening, when the moonlight reflected so beautifully on the water, as it does now.

But wait... It's your scarf, so... Was he in your room...? Does that mean he could potentially find your letter to him? No, definitely not… But you left it on the table, damn…

“Okay, first of all…” And here it is, he found the letter.  He just held it in his hand, standing in front of you, maybe one small step away. “I'm surprised by the amount of insults you've come up with for me, I especially like ‘fop’ but the top prize goes to ‘gold teeth piranha’, creative.” You already felt yourself blushing. “Secondly, what did you write at the end? It's so fucking blurry I can't read it.” You averted your gaze.

You remembered exactly what you wrote there, but you tried hard not to think about it. You didn't want him to read it all out of you like an open book. It's enough that he could see that you cried while writing this letter.

“Hey, you wanted to talk, so… talk to me now.” He noticed and stepped closer.

Okay, you only live once. You took a deep breath and decided to tell the truth.  Damn, you're the goddess of love, you shouldn't be embarrassed…!

“I like you.” You said but still didn't look at him.

“Many people like me…”

“I love you and you made me cry today because I thought you totally blew me off and yesterday you were just making fun of me, that…” You were already looking him straight in the eyes when you said it. You watched him slowly walk even closer to you, you only stuttered when he was so close that your bodies were almost touching. “That we have some things in common and… and there could be something between us…”

“Between us? What?” You looked down a little, embarrassed and saddened by the tone of his statement. Besides, you tried hard not to pay attention to the hand, whose fingertips gently traced your neck and shoulders. “Wall? Abyss?” He leaned even more towards you.  His hand had already traveled to your cheek, and his face was close enough that you only had to lean forward slightly for your lips to connect. “Or did you mean love?” You closed your eyes for a moment, making more and more attempts not to cry as soon as he painfully rejects you. Classic Heimdall, sends out conflicting signals all the time, only to hurt someone badly afterwards. “But don't cry, sunshine. If there's one thing that's certain in this world, it's that I'm not lying: We're alike. I'm even willing to risk saying that we could get along. On many levels.

You didn't expect such a twist, but you didn't have much time to think about it. Your lips were finally allowed to meet, which gave you a sudden burst of warmth. You hadn't kissed in so long that for a moment you were afraid you'd forgotten how to do it.

But luckily that moment of shock passed quickly and you soon started kissing back, your hands in his hair, between the braids. Suddenly you felt him grab you under your thighs and lift you up.  You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips and then felt your back crash into the nearest tree.

The heat of his lustful kisses soon descended to your neck and part of your exposed decolletage. You gasped softly at every contact of his mouth and tongue against your skin.  You savored the moment as much as you could, throwing your head back and resting it against the tree trunk, when suddenly…

 You heard a yawn and felt Heimdall lean his head against your breasts, closing his eyes.

“I haven't slept in four days, give me a minute…” He yawned again, cuddling closer to you.

You smiled to yourself and laughed softly, taking his hands from under your thighs and after a moment you were back on the ground. But not for long, because with your back still against the tree, you sat down on the ground, looking at him.

“Come on.” You said and patted your thighs, seeing his surprised expression. He looked at you strangely, obviously not used to this kind of thing at all, but eventually he sat next to you and then lay down, resting his head on your thighs.

Your smile widened as you slowly undid his braids, watching his relaxed expression as he lay there with his eyes closed, resting. Even if no one has ever done it to him like you do now, you could be sure that he likes it and will want to do it again.

You secretly hoped that one day you would be able to lay your head on his thighs and just rest while he would be playing with your hair...

“Sing you a lullaby?” You asked as you saw him start to fall asleep.

“I'm not a child.” He replied, even opening his eyes for a moment to look at you. The fact that it was dark made the unique color of his eyes even more striking. Until you stopped stroking his hair for a while, plunging into your daydreams. “But you can keep on caressing…” These words brought you back to reality.

You chuckled under your breath and continued to brush his hair, humming something softly. You stared at his calm face for a moment, but then you shifted your gaze to the water, which was still reflecting the moonlight. Even though you've seen it so many times, it's still a beautiful sight...

“Maybe we'll go back…?” You wanted to suggest going home so he could sleep in bed, but it looked like he'd already fallen asleep on your thighs… “Sweet dreams, tease.”

~

-> part 3 -> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

*some tags for those who seemed to be waiting for part 2* @apocalypticwafflekitten @looking4regi @manymaria111 @grand-admiral-luna @heleciacrow @sp-the-fae-queen @xplore-the-unknwn

[bigdsgirl]

hello, yes I am here and I am revved up. let's do episode 8:

Restarting where MIL beats down evil mom - pure bliss

"blatant favoritism to your child" -- okay pot meet kettle

HA SHE CALLED HER OUT!

I hate him I hate him I hate him - "as a family"

Me: I wonder if they are going to follow the webtoon, *sees the bar scene* oh yessssss

The dad making dinner to resolve things - oh sweet summer child

This man thinks he's so slick, when all they are doing is outing that he, evil mom and Yoo Ra are working together.

WAIT HE HAS FOOTAGE. OH MY--

Are you suggesting we watch it as a family? YES GRAB THE POPCORN

cAlled out - "it was 20 years ago" oh NOW HE WANNA SWEEP IT

I am personally not a fan of the "we told you to stop fighting" - seriously, one is EGGING THE OTHER ON.

Chairwoman said "we are doing this, old school" *succession theme song plays*

"I don't want to stress him out" - my ANGEL

the way he slightly opens the door to let her know that he's home GOOD BYE

THE HUG. THE SAFE SPACE.

he needs to make sure she eats I am losing it

"let's leave it alone" - yeah because we know who did it and it will make you even worse

I love Do Guk just beat down the ex -- truly brings me joy on this glorious Sunday

HAHAHAHH HE HAS THE FOOTAGE - threaten his ass

Turn in Yoo Ra - oh boy you are speaking my language

"when you mess with my wife" that's right, keep my wife's name out of your mouth!!!!!

Yi Joo - take those gloves off and slap them silly

the literal "oh the water tastes great" - nailed them heheheheh

Wait. Wait - they are eating together??? oh oh oh

Yi Joo in the stripped shirt is so effortless and gah i love her she is gorgeous

Jamie babe, please just say it (for those that's don't know please ignore)

AS FRIENDS *sobs*

wait! wait! what dish does she want to learn! is it for Do Guk?? PLS SAY YES.

The burn the burn yes, let's talk about it.

Love the massage chair moment - iconic

ohmy god is the food for the chairwoman??? IM CRYING she just wants a FAMILY

"the meals that Do Guk makes are so good I want more" - YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

oh the cut to a previous conversation, here we go. oh this is why she asked Yi Joo. and oh my gklajgfdkjag

"I spent my life building homes for other people. But I couldn't do it for my grandson" oh my GOD i am sOBBING

the JEAN SKIRT, Yi Joo I am just a baby bi, please don't do this to meeeeee *dies*

oh my god my heart is shattering - "Yi Joo is alive" the fact that she says that just makes me want to burn the world for her

ARSENIC??????? Oh I am ready to go to war; this is just awful.

Auntie is a spy and I love that for her. She is a blessing, I am so happy Yi Joo had someone in her corner, even if it was such a short period of time.

oh hey look. an article about a FIRE, HUH?

HOSTILE TAKE OVER LFGGGGGG!!!!!!!! Grandpa, you get +2 points

failed acquisition! yeet! truly music to my ears

Do Guk that shirt looks sooooooo good with your hair

BRO STOP PROTECTING YOO RA

HAHAHAH DO GUK JUST LOVES DROPPING THE MIC

sir - listen to your advisor, i bet you all my dollars she's right and you should be careful

oh here we go, i love this for the ex; get what is due. You deserve to feel like shit for eternity!

"order for me" babe, that's not enough

uh oh uh oh little sister is is bring troubleeeee

DO NA!!! I would do anything for this woman. her and Yi Joo have my heart

the rock music in the background, truly a baddie!!!!

YOO RA THIS IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOUUUUUU -- too little to late good sir

"You volunteered to do this" oh this is sweet and I can't wait to see everything explode for all these shitty people (including you Yoo Ra hehehehe)

Oh we are getting the full apology here. hmm. hmm. still don't accept :) go to hell ya turn. AND YI JOO DESTROYED HIM - "these are my terms" - yes queen.

The board meeting; stupid men. And Do Guk; he game with RECEIPTS.

I just love this power couple so much. they are the light of my life.

this is me rn:

more important public opinion??? I knew it was going to be a serious about the construction work, but a tiny part of me was hoping for a photo of Yi Joo like:

again keep my wifes name out of your mf-ing mouth

Yoo Ra - the first thing you need to learn about revenge, you have to take care of your minions. this is very important

MIL THAT OUTFIT HOLY SHIT, she did not come to play

"please do not call me that, it's unpleasant" - I am WHEEEEZING

babe, Yoo Ra, you cannot say "he's the first guy I liked im sorry, i just went a little 🤪crazy 🤪" that will not work

oh ew, bringing business into this??? oh ma'am. oh now he's sick. hmm. HMMMM. I wonder why.

oh the "is it upsetting you?" MIL you are an angel and I thank you for caring for our Yi Joo.

hell yeah! throw the pills on the floor! someone grab them!

stonks are plummeting! ohhhhh noooooooo

aw shit the conservatorship oh nice, bribery. f u mister lawyer.

oh evil mom is scheming too - it's about to get spicyyyyy. oh no she gave him like.... 6 pills. oh that's not good.

OH YES YES YES ITS HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

now I can seeeeeeeeeeeeee my HALLOOOOOOOO

oh fuck that trailer is FIRE LETSS GOOO! (I spy a HUG!!!)

[starrrbitz-movedtonewblog]

Happy 7 years to Undertale!! ❤

Happy anniversary to the funny pixel game that made me autistic /hj

Not gonna lie everytime I think about this game i can't help but be an emotional little bitch. I was obsessed with this game then, previous years, and it's only gotten worse <3 How the fuck has it been 7 years though good god I'm getting old ahhaha

Okay okay in all seriousness, my little insane rambling is under the read more for those who are interested. Warning its very informal pff

Any of you who have at all been following this blog know I am very much still obsessed with this game, so I'll spare everyone the usual "this game inspired me and my art" stuff since you all know that nonsense haha.

I think the reason I'm still here talking about Undertale in 2022 is because, well this game... is now a big part of my childhood/teenhood. This is the game I sort of technically grew up on, and I found in a time of insane loneliness and a creative block. I was fucking 14 struggling through high school and little did I know rahg I would have to transfer to a new school, and that it would be very stressful. I also didn't know that this game was going to help me through it.

You know how a lot of people had Pokemon, or Mario, or Zelda or other games as their fixations or childhood. That's cool, and I always want to play those types of games, but the thing is I've always either missed out on or came extremely late into those franchises. I came to Mario very late, and I consider one my fave game franchises, but that whole ass franchise is older than me and there's still games from it i have yet to play. Still to this day, I haven't played a single Pokemon or Zelda game, as a kid I only knew Pokemon as an anime and Zelda was completely off my radar until a couple of years ago. I've always come late to or missed out on many games.

Undertale however, I and many others have sort of been here from the start with it. I've seen almost everything from the first happenings of the fandom (whether for better or worse... mostly worse pfppf), I've seen so many people play this game, I've studied and analysed and theorised over every little mystery I could find in it, and sometimes just thought a lot about being friends with the characters cause you know I'm normal. I've also gotten excited for new merch drops, even though I still haven't bought any for myself. I've been with friends and gone apeshit for new content like new characters, the smash reveal, and of course the alternate AU smorgasbord game of Undertale, Deltarune, another incredibly important game to me.

I'm still waiting for new chapters of Deltarune, still drawing art for both games, still enjoying everything about it. This. This silly little game inspired by Earthbound and made by a previous Homestuck writer, two franchises i know nothing about, this fucking game is my Mario. It's my Pokemon, or Zelda or Metroid or whatever other beloved franchise that has captivated people for years. Its the game I get teary eyed and warm thinking about, the game with a soundtrack that I can listen to ANY time as much as I want. Its the game I can get all the references to and get excited about when I notice them. Cheesy as fuck yeah I know

I know 7 years seems measly to the maybe 10, 15 and even 20 years people have had their fave games, but fucking hell i think it means SOMETHING when this silly little indie rpg with a fuckton of lore and mystery around it can have such an impact on someone like me. And who knows, I think in the future, maybe 5 years later?? I will be able to look back on Undertale and Deltarune alike, like others do with their fave games, and feel nostalgia, and a connection with the games. I'll revisit it, play it again, still be making fanart for it, and maybe introducing it as something beloved to me to someone I know, while they do the same with their fave games to me.

I dunno i feel just really emotional thinking about it, and yeah haha Undertale the game that makes everyone cry and feel things, GOOD. that's the plan!! And i don't plan on fucking stopping talking about and loving, and CRYING over this franchise. Despite everything my love and respect for this game has never waned, despite everything, I'm still here!! Despite everything, its still me.

So yeah I guess thanks Toby Fox for continuing to make your games and inspiring me and many others and for constantly killing us with your games, thanks to you I will never be the same again and I think I'm more than okay with that <3

Happy Anniversary to Undertale (and happy 1 year anniversary to Deltarune chapter 2, how the fuck has it been a year already it seems like only three months ago I was losing my shit shit one discord with my friends at the announcement-)

Okay bye lol

[ramblerogue]

16, 22, 28, 32, 48 and 50!!

YEESSS THANK YOU SO MUCH FRENCHY!!!! UR TOO KIND TO SEND IN QUESTIONS!! :3c

16. has the most scars?

Okay, I had to go back and double check this one cause I realized I have an affinity for giving characters scars hSKHGSKGH:S (whoops! I love combat/left-overs of combat as a narrative tool!) BUT... I believe the OC who has the most scars is Arizona! She's a wandering cowboy in an apocalyptic wasteland, so she's accumulated many scars over the years! Lots of minuscule and extreme origins alike, I imagine, as it's just a rough life and she runs into trouble whether she likes it or not. (Knife fights with bandits, bites from coyotes, nicks from barb wire, burns from dropping the campfire coffee). Arizona also knows that she is big and can take a hit, so it's second nature for her to be a shield from danger if she's traveling with others. (Tho special shoutout to Aubrey who has Died, and come back because of her Undying Pact. She has the potential to get hurt A LOT but she won't keep scars because she regenerates to a crazy degree.)

22. would be the best to get a beer with?

Tiller!! It's her instinct to just be best friends with everybody, so she'd be very welcoming and nice to grab a beer with. She'd listen to you whine about your day, or gossip, or ask your life story, or ramble on about hers, or try to make you laugh! (I also wanna give an honorable mention to Nox, if you wanna grab a beer and THEN get into shenanigans. Nox needs a specific vibe to get along with a stranger but if the vibes are good, they're GOOD!! However, she can't get this superlative cause she would NOT pay for drinks lmao)

28. is the most competitive?

For silly things? Nox. For more serious things? Mayday. Nox would want to do stupid dares at parties, and gets upset if she doesn't win at Mafia. Mayday gets angry if she's not Good At Stuff, and so she tries really hard all the time HHGSKGSDG. It gets under her skin if she loses a fight, or if someone knows more about a subject she thought she was the most proficient in.

32. is the most likely to be a twitch streamer?

I wanna say Tiller because she's so personable, and she talks to herself anyway so I think a twitch chat would be a good outlet for her. She'd play a lot of narrative based games and agonize over making the right choice cause she'd want all the characters to be happy lmao! I can also see her dragging her friends on stream to guest star, even if "guest starring" is them walking around in the background of her camera. If we're counting NPCs, I'm also gonna say Russell. They would hyperfixate and stay up super late doing 100% completion-runs of games. They would also abuse glitches all the time, but only the funny ones.

48. do you consider the most sterotypical/classic example of their class?

Hmmm!! That'd have to be Nox! It's probably the curse of "Baby's First DnD Character", but she's your Very Typical Rogue. And sue me! I still really like rogues!! I made a campaign where like all the NPCs are rogues lmfao! But anyway yeah, she's got it all: chaotic neutral, edgy backstory, bastard with a heart of gold, loves sneaking and stealing anything not nailed down. Oh well! It's was fun for me!! I think the only atypical thing about her is that she's a dragonborn, so you have this very tall and shiny lizard that supposedly has great stealth lol!

50. is or was your favorite to play in combat?

OGGHHHH I'm so torn on this... I think I'm gonna go with Tiller! (I know I also picked her for the fav roleplay, WHATEVER I LIKE HER A LOT!!) But druids are so flexible!!! I feel like I keep finding new stuff to do! Like I usually do have support spells and things prepped because I don't want my party to DIE... but I also love the capability of just doing batshit things in the middle of combat. And the fact that you can change around your prepped spells is sooooo nice, and makes druids feel like a wildcard. Like they can play support or do major damage!! (I can't wait until Tiller isn't nerfed anymore so I can go all out!) Also, special shoutout to my sci-fi paladin, Eva! One time I one-hit killed a boss because I crit on some attack that had like 2 smites stacked on it KGLSHDGLSDG so THAT was really fun as well!!

[intellectualtomfoolery]

DREAM

This unimpressive archive of mine consists of a dream. I had it years ago when I was in third grade and my power of perception wasn't as strong back then as it is now so I didn't ponder much about it.

Have you ever dreamt that you were falling from an extreme height? This one here is quite common. Everyone has this one at least once in a lifetime. I do too, a lot infact. Many people say that we see this when we almost die in our sleep. They say, angels carry our soul away but while doing it, their hands sometimes slip, and as they slip, we do too and fall. As we fall, our soul becomes conscious and because of that, all we experience is the fall. We become frightened and there is a sinking feeling in our chest as we feel the air climbing skyward at an extremely swift pace. We feel our sides burn as we brace for impact. But just as we are about to hit the earth, we wake up with a throbbing in our heart. Cold sweat and quickened breaths.

But this isn't the dream I want to talk about. It's similar but then again, it's not.

Imagine you're falling just like you are in the last one, but it's different this time. There isn't an end to it, no ground. You're not just somewhere, why, you're in space! But there is no gravity in space, silly. I know, I know. But bear with me for a little while. So just like in the previous one, you're falling but faster. You're a thousand times more freightened than you were when you were falling towards the earth. The sinking feeling in your chest is a thousand times worse. But you're not just freightened because of the fall, but also, there is a fact for you. There is no end to the drop. Knowing this by itself torments you. Then you pray silently that this was just a dream, and that you're actually falling too but towards the earth because that's something you'd rather do than experience such anguish. The pain is unbearable and eternal. There is nothing you can do but wait. Wait? For what? You don't have any knowledge about where you're going to end up but you feel hopeful. So you wait.

Back home, your parents are growing old. Their bones have become weak. Skin sagging. Brain rotting. The house is cold. Lifeless, even. There used to be a time it was full of laughter. Life. Then something happened. Something unexplainable. The old couple, not so old at the time, gave up everything they had in trying to find

(you)

their child. They don't speak of it anymore. It hurts. It hurts too much.

Here we are again, experiencing the eternal fall. You wish it gets over soon or else you're going to be late for breakfast and your mother will be mad at you. Dad's asleep, probably. You have to be careful not to make a sound while you're getting ready for school. You don't want to disturb him. However, you don't stop falling. The drop is infinite- the number 8 knocked over to its side. Soon, you're not freightened anymore. All you can do now, is look around. You look around into nothingness. You may spot a star or two if you're lucky. You count them. If you get to twenty, you win the game. However, the nothingness will swallow you. It'll swallow you whole. The occurrence is very much anticipated, inevitable. So you drop, drop into the

(void)

black, heart of darkness.

There is something almost elegant about the colour black. You like it a lot. It soothes you and gives you chills at the same time.

Congratulations though, you are a now a long way from home. You have been awake for too long. How many times did you actually blink since you took off from god-knows- where? I think its time to get some shut-eye.

It was a dreamless little nap. Wait? How long were you actually asleep? There are no clocks or watches in space. For you it seemed for a few minutes but you felt well rested. You felt... relaxed. Did I stop falling? You stopped falling! Well this isn't any better either. You can't get home now.

So if you're not falling, what is happening? You look around. You're drifting. You stretch your arms out, wiggle your feet and attempt to swim in the dark. You are surrounded by nothing but blackness. There is no air so you don't feel yourself going further. You look around, searching for stars or distant galaxies or even a drifting bit of rock. You flail your arms and legs around wildly.

You're trapped. For eternity. There is an ache in your chest. A terrible one. You want to cry but there are no tears. You open your mouth to scream but produce no sound. You lose hope but keep looking around as there is not much to do. Black, black again. Wait, what's that? Oh yeah, more black. You close your eyes and open them again. No surprise, more black. You never hated black as much as you do now.

You see a faint white glimmer from the corner of your eye.

(Huh? What is that? Maybe all that falling has messed with my brain. Yes, that's exactly what it must be.)

Nevertheless, you turned you head towards it, tried to swim towards it knowing quite well that it won't do you any good. You're not getting anywhere with that. Instead, that light follows you! Is that a star? Or is it a galaxy? If it is a galaxy, am I moving towards it or is it moving towards me? If I'm moving towards it does that mean that my hopeless swimming attempt worked or am I still-

(Am I still falling?)

Don't worry, you're not falling. You're swimming!

So you reach towards the light. You swim, swim and swim.

You soon catch speed. Now you're speeding towards the light, but you are not moving your arms or legs. You're not doing anything by youself. There is a force. A strong, unknown force that attracts you towards itself. The light is getting nearer and nearer. The nearer it gets, the warmer it feels. The warmth is pleasant for a while but then you start burning. Your skin feels like it's on fire. Your brain is

(melting)

getting hotter by second. The light is blinding. It is

(blinding you.)

Here we experience a time skip. It's like one of those times you forget some context of a dream you just had

(A dream?)

and only remember some part of it. The time skip starts when the luminous object is speeding towards you. You have already accepted death. You're life is passing by in front of your eyes.

(Dad's gonna love this card I made for him.)

(I can't swim!)

(Huh? A prefect?)

(I love drawing)

(I wanna grow my hair so long!)

(I'd like to cut my hair, please.)

(I don't like wearing this.)

(You should make peas often, Mama.)

You're four, you just discovered that you can sing better than most kids in your class. You're five, now. You just wrote your first ever story and are excited to show it to your parents. Now, you're six. You are not really fond of your lazy-eyed class teacher this year- not that being lazy-eyed is the reason, mind you. Ah, seven. Short hair made you look silly so now you wanna grow your hair, grow it as long as Rapunzel's! Eight. You realized that braids make you look like a teacher's pet, you want to get your hair cut now.

But enough of that. You need to say your last prayer before you die. Maybe that might save you. So you join your hands, close your eyes and start away-

(Our Father, who art in heaven-)feels like- (Hallowed be Thy name)someone is holding- (Thy Kingdom come-)a burner-(Thy will be done on earth-)next to- (as it is in Heaven-) your skin-(Give us this day-Jand you are-(our daily bread-)burning up- (and forgive us or tresspasses-). You're skin is glowing- (as we forgive those)a bright shade of red- (who tresspass-). Your life feels like- (against us-)a sentence and- (Lead us not-)this is it.- (into temptation-)This is the- (But Deliver us-)end. The- (From evil-)Full Stop.

(Amen.)

Stars, you think, are peculiar little things. Some are just too small to be seen. Okay, give yourself a break, you're a child. Not old enough to understand the fact that stars are actually giants. Hot giants.

You do know what giants are. Although, according to you there are limitations, like the enormous Nordic giants. The World Serpent always fascinated you whenever you read works of mythology. Fascinated, because the serpent's body is so long that it wraps around the earth. If it shifts ever so slightly, the earth starts to shake. But that was all you ever limited your imagination to.

You open your eyelids just to be blinded. Only for a moment, though. Your mouth falls open as you struggle to adjust to the sight before you: a slow but gradual motion of stars. You carefully try to observe the figures they form in all their mightiness. Giants, maybe?

As you so curiously behold the terrifyingly surreal sight before yourself, you feel as as if you're trapped in a Lovecraft novel.

(helpless)

What you saw at that very moment was indeed way beyond your compehension. The uncanny euphoria took hold of your thoughts. Alas! You weren't able to think at all. All you could do was admire the macabre figures shifting gradually, performing a sort of... ritual? Perhaps.

You felt as if the gods themselves had sighted you.

(are they really the gods? Or is that merely an astute observation?)

The gods, in all their divine glory. Shifting magnificently for their so-called ritual.

Big is the word you would've naively used to describe them, for you were but a child. Words like panoramic and omniscient were yet to take place in your vocabulary.

The shapes resembled cave paintings- vague and implactical. They made no sense, but they did. Their existence as a whole did. They were the ones that crafted the mountains and the plains, the oceans and the lakes- minuscule in contrast to their own immesurable glory.

The giants- or how you liked to call them- gods were faceless. They displayed no emotion

(for they existed beyond it)

and no sign of the awareness of your existence. Or perhaps, your existence was the last thing they were aware of.

But oh- just a moment! And they all proceeded to turn towards the likeness of you. Caught in place, you felt. Like a deer in the headlights.

(was it really you who was the 'deer' in this dynamic?)

All their godly motions came to a halt.

("you're not supposed to be here")

Why? Weren't you the ones that created me? Weren't you the ones that enabled me to think? To feel? Why is it that you push me away?

("you're mistaking us for someone else")

[pause]

What-

[ZAP!]

Static ensues. You're blown to pieces.

[you are met with light]

You wake up, clutching your heaving chest. Your insides feel like they're contorting inward. As you calm your breath, you sit up on the bed. Eyes wide. Staring listlessly into the-

(black heart of darkness)

-void.

[autisticmao]

GENRE: fluff

FEATURED: trickstar

WARNINGS: none

PROMPT: isara wakes up and hears trickstar comparing him and each other to silly little things

WORD COUNT: 681

"I'd say he's more like a home-cat."

"Right idea, but wrong theme Hokke!"

"I didn't know there was a theme, I thought we were just comparing him to things in our opinions?"

Isara's hearing wavers in and out for a moment as his mind awakened. He blinks his eyes open, still with a slight daze of exhaustion as he glances around. He sees that he's in a room of sorts — a hotel room, more likely.

The atmosphere felt warm and calming, the right aura for a few hours of relaxing himself before heading back to the school and going back to his usual everyday duties.

A sudden yawn escapes between his lips, a small noise emitting from him as it happens, which catches the rest of Trickstar's attention.

"Isara, are you awake?" Comes the question from Makoto.

Isara nods and replies with a deep hum as he sits himself up. The thick winters duvet once wrapped around his shoulders now pooled in his lap.

He reaches a hand up to his eyes to swipe some of the dry sleep dirt out of the way to clear the blurry haze from his eyesight.

In the meantime, Hokuto walks over to him with a small plastic bag of food. It was nothing much, just a sandwich and a snack bar featuring a bottle of raspberry milkshake. "Here, it's nothing as good as we had for dinner last night, but... it's all we could get when spending our money."

A smile of gratefulness reaches Isara's features. "I understand. Thanks, Hokuto." He replies as he undoes the boxing of his sandwich and immediately takes a bite out of it.

He then notices that Hokuto, Subaru, and Makoto were all dressed in day clothing, minus for their shoes that still sat by the wooden door of the hotel room.

He swallowed the small bite resting in his mouth and glanced between the trio who now sat on their own respective beds. "I heard faint talking from you guys... something about a cat?" He tilts his head to the side in thought as an idea hits his mind, his kelly greens widening to show so.

"Is there one around here?!" He hoped as he dropped his sandwich back into its box and glanced over the edge of the bed he lied on, eyes frantically clocking back and forth to look.

"Sorry, Sally! There's no cats around here." Akehoshi replies with shaking his head no. "We were just... playing a game whilst waiting for you to wake up!" He grins at the younger.

"A game... like the one's Makoto plays?"

A nervous laugh comes from the mentioned blond, "it's a different game we were playing. We were comparing each other to things. I can't remember how we even got onto that subject. It's odd but very fun!"

"Which reminds me," Hokuto coughs, "I still stand where I am with my opinion."

Isara quirked an eyebrow towards Hokuto in wonder.

"No!" Subaru suddenly whines then huffs, "like I said before: there's a theme! And this round is food!"

"You didn't say that before!"

"Yeah, I did!"

"Since when, Akehoshi?"

As Hokuto and Subaru argued together about the 'game', Isara looked away in awkwardness and carried on eating his late brunch.

The arguing goes on for a few minutes extra until Makoto seems to break it — not by interrupting the duo but because he spoke a thought out loud.

"If Isara was a food... I'd say he's a marshmallow."

Isara looked on in confusion, "what...?"

"I can see that, actually." Hokuto announces.

"Ooh yeah, I agree! Because Sally is so sweet, cute, and squishy and..." Subaru goes into a rant, technically complimenting Isara along the way, which the mentioned boy couldn't help but feel flattered and yet embarrassed at the same time.

Subaru then suddenly gasps, "and his name is 'Mao'! If you combine them together, you get Marshmaollow~!"

If Isara ever had to admit something about his friends... it is the fact that they can all be odd at times.

But he wouldn't trade them for the world.