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[retiredcbfan]

Coming out of retirement briefly to say holy crap, this is great casting and I've watched this clip like seventeen times

[astrxealis]

sometimes i think of scenarios in my head with my ocs and then sometimes for happy brain i kinda crossover them with my favorite medias atm and also insert myself in bcs i like being self-indulgent and yeah my brain is so fucked up that i just keep repeating the same first bits and can't get far in thinking and i end up just having my s/i ramble my thoughts and it's hard to explain but yeah but anyways it's interesting thinking about who or what my ocs would like in video games or colors or whatever because all my ocs seem to reflect a certain part of me and i can get into the psychology of that but also its hard to explain my thoughts but also anyways yeah i find it interesting thinking about who my ocs would kin

[roturo]

ROLLER COASTER!

①NEW REQUEST FROM ANONYMOUS!: childhood!friends into... ???, 1 sided love, mixed emotions and smut & angst.

→ summary: every goodbye has a why, but why have you been saying a lot of goodbye's without actually leaving?

→ warnings: SMUT. angst, corruption kink, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering & oral (f!receiving), drunk sex, jealousy, 1 sided crush turns into.. idk man, a lot of angst fr, dick grayson is an idiot mwah. words: +2.5k

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December, 2010.

¨ALFREEED! Dick is hitting me again!¨ You called for some help, a smile creeping your face.

¨Hey! That's not fair! We're training! You're supposed to get hurt! It's not my fault you're way too weak to protect yourself.¨ He pointed the training-stick to you, motioning to get up, but his action quickly stopped when he saw a tear running down your cheek.

¨Hey, hey, hey¨ He knelt down in-front of you cupping your cheek and wiped the tear away with his thumb. ¨I'm sorry, okay?, you're not weak, i'm just better than you.¨ That made you jokingly punch him on his stomach at which he only chuckled. ¨Okay, maybe not better than you, but practice makes perfect, c'mon, get up and let's watch some tv.¨

As a kid, you couldn't know what you felt for Dick, you mostly though he was 'special' since he was the only kid living with you and Wayne. A 11 year old knows what's love, and you're sure Dick, as a 14 year old knows it too. He's likely to not think very seriously when you tell him you love him, but in reality?

He's the beast for your beauty.

December, 2014.

You gazed at Dick through curious-lashed eyes, your heart pounding with a mix of nerves and adoration. You had been harboring a secret crush on him for what felt like forever. But as much as you treasured this friendship, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

"So, Dick," you began, voice light and teasing, "any thoughts on the winter gala this weekend?¨

Dick's eyes lifted from the book he'd been engrossed in, confusion creasing his forehead. "Winter gala? Oh man, I totally forgot about that. Should we go?"

Your heart sank slightly, but tried to hide it behind a smile. "Hmm, I don't know. I'm not much of a dancer, you know."

Dick laughed, his melodic chuckle resonating in the serene surroundings. "Come on, you just need someone to teach you a few moves."

Your stomach fluttered at the suggestion, butterflies dancing wildly within you. Did Dick just imply he would teach you how to dance? Or were you reading too much into it?

Your laughter filled the air as Dick playfully tried to demonstrate dance steps on the carpet of grass, and much to your delight, you followed along, attempting your own clumsy version.

Hours passed until both of you were breathless from dancing and laughing. You plopped down onto the picnic blanket, side by side, shoulders brushing intimately.

Your mind started to wander, daydreaming about what it would be like if he ever realized your feelings. Would he reciprocate? Or would he still see you as just a friend?

"You know," Dick suddenly said, his voice laced with mischief, "if I had someone who danced with such enthusiasm as you, I wouldn't mind going to the gala at all."

ba-boom, ba-boom, you were sure you're going to pass out. Your eyes widening in disbelief. Could it be that he was finally taking notice of you?

"Really? You… you'd want that… from me?"

Dick tilted his head, his dazzling blue eyes capturing your gaze. "Of course, why not? You're amazing, and being with you always makes me happy."

Leaning against Dick's shoulder, you closed your eyes, basking in the warmth of the friendship of you two. Maybe, just maybe, someday he would see you in a different light. But for now, you're just cherishing these moments of pure, unadulterated fun.

December, 2017.

You were at Dick's 21st birth-day, which, Wayne made the 'reunion' for his birth-day, or what he likes to call it, his 'gala'. Your excitement was jumping everywhere, you even bought a new dress for this occasion, his present was a nice bracelet you bought by yourself, with your money.

It wasn't the most expensive, neither the most fancy, but it was made just for him. Unique in this world, well, the matching bracelets were unique in this world. You were ready to finally confess your love for him, bracelets with initial of you two, not because you're owned by the other, but because you know each other. It was your princess dream, and it was finally time for this.

After some final touches, you were ready. Entering the room, you could see a lot of people, mostly Wayne's acquaintances or friends, but you finally spotted him, actually, with Wayne.

You couldn't quite see what was he wearing since you only could see his back, but Wayne seemed happy, at least.

With quick steps, careful to not trip yourself with your dress, and throw away his present, you finally got closer to him.

¨Dicky! I know I already said happy birthday to you, but look-... Oh.¨

Oh.

Who was this girl?

¨Oh Y/N, great you're here, look this is my new girlfriend, her name is Daisy.¨ You locked eyes with her, she seemed nice, ha. ¨Daisy, this is Y/N, she's like my little sister, practically known her my whole life.¨

Oh wow.

¨It's a pleasure to meet you Y/N¨

¨Pleasure it's mine.¨ And with that, it was enough for you, how oblivious this fucker can be? ¨Dick, can we talk for a moment?¨ You didn't even waited for him to answer when you already grabbed his wrist and took him into his room.

When you were at your room, you couldn't take it anymore and broke down crying.

You wandered further into the room, gaze avoiding his as you tried to gather the turbulent thoughts. The weigh of your confession threatening to choke the words from your throat. But you had to do this, even if it costs the friendship.

"I-I've been keeping something to myself for a while," voice quivering. "And I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Dick, I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember."

His brows furrowed in confusion, and you glanced up for a fleeting moment, catching a glimpse of his girlfriend's picture on his desk. Pain surged through your chest, but you proceeded. "I know you have a girlfriend now, and I understand if you don't feel the same way. But I just couldn't let this day go by without telling you how I feel, this was supposed to be the day, when you think i'm not longer a little child, where you could love me as I do."

Words trembling with vulnerability. Dick remained silent for a moment, his expression laden with guilt. Slowly he closed the distance between you two. His gentle touch on your arm made your heart skip a beat, yet it also stung with unrequited affection.

"I'm really sorry," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I never meant to hurt you or lead you on. You've been an amazing friend, and I don't want to lose that.¨

¨I'm sorry, but we can't be friends anymore... I will always see you as something else.¨

PRESENT TIME.

You didn't exactly cut connections with Dick, well, since you both lived in the same house for a while more, but let's say you remained as... distant family. You saw each-other at parties, meetings, galas, so... you were still in contact!

Gratefully, not that you would show your happiness, he broke up with his girlfriend, way too manipulative and control freak. But that's not all!, you grew up, your feelings for him didn't disappeared, but you hid them far away from you.

He already knew your boyfriend, he acted kind and nice about it, not that both of you could talk a lot about it.

This gala was made by Wayne, again. Dick got really distant since he resigned from being Robin, and started a new group of Titans, you were a little jealous about it, but mostly sad for not being part of it.

You were talking with some of your boyfriend's friends, some boring conversation about some new business, which you couldn't care less about, but you caught a familiar silhouette not so far from where you are.

Apparently he brought the titans with him, you don't know them personally, just by news, magazines, and well, because of him.

And to say you weren't a little tipsy was a lie. But who could blame you? But being drunk also brings some... distortions about what's really happening. He was drinking too! With another girl!

After some time of asking for more shots, getting all touchy with your boyfriend, just so he could look at you, he's been doing the same, getting all touchy and flirty with her. Everything was like a competition of who would get more jealous first and leave. And well, like he said once, he's better than you.

With clumsy steps, somehow you made into your old room. Memories coming fast liken a roller coaster, emotions beating out the small chest you tried to forget all this time, you needed him.

Clicking his number on your phone, it's like he was waiting for it, like this was going to happen.

¨Heyyyyy' Dicky'- Hic!¨ you giggled at the sudden hiccup, and you could tell Dick was giggling too, it made your heart beat faster. ¨What's wrong little bee?¨ He said, some unrecognizable background noise was getting less and less loud. ¨Little beeeeee'? What's that- hic! type of nickname?¨ Both of you just laughed at the sudden and dumb conversation between two idiots in love.

¨You know... My boyfriend is a little- he- a little shit.¨

¨He's worse than my ex? No waaaaay¨ He said with a chuckle.

¨Yeah, he's been fucking some other girl... I don't know for how much time, but it's been a whileeeee¨ You started laughing suddenly, ¨And you know what I hate most? hic!- It's that surely you been fucking some other bitchees heh-.... bitches before me. You know I hate you for that right love?¨

¨You don't how many nights I been jacking off by myself thinking about you ever since we distanced apart. I didn't realized how much I needed you to be in myyyy life.¨

¨...........¨

¨...............¨

¨.... Dicky... I need you¨

¨Oh... you do princess? Where do you need me?¨

¨In my room, I need you now¨

¨And for what princess? I'm going there.¨ He was giggling while walking.

¨I need you to fuck me for once.¨

That's the last thing he heard when he hang up and with quick steps he got into your room, and with no words needed both of you started kissing each other, between giggles with just one sudden push and you landed among the sheets. Dick got on top of you and started kissing you as you started tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Dick's shoulders were wide, his hips narrow and there was a visible V-line that was half-hidden by his trousers. You were trying not to stare, but it seemed impossible since he was so appealing. Dick helped you to unzip your dress and you were lying only in you lace lingerie. His eyes were devouring you. How he couldn't notice how perfect you were for him?

Suddenly, Dick grabbed you calves and pulled you towards him on the edge of the bed. His free hand reached out for a pillow that was laying nearby and placed it under you hips. You were following closely his every move and your head started spinning a bit, a side effect of the substances in your bloodstream. He kneeled in-between your thighs and was placing small kisses on your bare skin.

His fingers pulled your panties to the side while he looked you in the eye before dragging his tongue over your clit. ¨Ah!- Nng- D..Dick!¨ You moaned at the sensation and reached out to touch his hair. His warm breath was caressing you, his movements were lazy yet precise.

You were getting frustrated with the slow tempo and you were about to say something when he pressed his index finger against your entrance. It didn’t take too long before you were moaning his name as he added another digit. Again, the pool of heat was starting to build up in your stomach while he curled his fingers inside you. Dick seemed amazed by how eagerly your hips were meeting his palm, the wet sounds of him moving his fingers inside you, made him eager to fuck you, he brushed his thumb against your clit once more before giving a small peck and standing up, taking of his pants and what was left of your clothes, he positioned himself between your legs.

You saw Dick right before he thrust his hips to enter you again. Your body was warm, already so fucking wet, he didn’t think he could last long enough for it to be fun, but then he steadied himself and slowed down the pace. He ran a finger across your lips, signaling to open them at which and you opened them wide enough to suck on it. 

He bent over only to start leaving kisses in your neck that would for sure be purple by tomorrow. ¨Aren't you a good girl princess? A good, good girl.¨

¨Such a nice girl for me, I bet no one else has touched this pussy.¨

¨You- you're, ah!~ right, Dicky-, You're the first one to fuck me. Reaching a lot of place my fingers couldn't reach while thinking of you.¨

It's like something on Dick turned on, and started violently thrust into you in a bestial force, making you cum when his cock touched that place. His eyes were even darker, his dilated pupil taking over his blue-crystal eyes.

¨Oh yeah? I'm the first one to fuck you?¨

¨Ye-yes, other b-boys tried to give me pleasure on other ways and couldn't do it as good, nhg!~ as you.¨

His thrusts started becoming harder instead of faster, the though of another man fingering you made him mad. You were now his.

“You are driving me insane and I’m this close to losing my shit because of you.”

¨Make me yours Dick.¨

The next day, Dick was kissing your naked body while you were hugged on his, since you were kids you were always the small spoon. He was observing how he could never notice how perfect you are, you were always for him, you were the one.

He feels so incredible right now, the chemistry both of you have, it's amazing.

His fucking phone started ringing.

¨Fuck, the Titans meeting, shit.¨ He looked at your sleepy body and decided to dress you up, and obviously dress himself.

He forgot to leave you a note to notice you he's coming back, but you only realized once he woke you up knocking on your door.

He had... flowers?

¨Dick, why are you here?¨

¨Look Y/N, I know yesterday was a roller coaster of emotions, and I feel so dumb for never loving you the way you deserved to, but please, give me a chance, you won't regret it, and I guess you and your boyfriend-¨

¨Dick.¨

¨Just hear me out for a minute okay?, I never wanted to admit it, mostly because I thought I would lose you, not because of you, but because of me, I don't know what problem I have, but that doesn't matter right now-¨

¨Dick.¨

¨I will fight for us no matter what, and last night definitely wasn't an accident-¨

¨Dick! What are you talking about? What happened yesterday? Did I say something when you came into my room? Did I told you something personal when I called you?! Oh my god...¨

Were you lying?... He froze for a moment, the flowers fell from his hands, and he just started walking away. Is this true? You don't remember?

It feels like the beginning when you both grew apart, it's really hard to adapt at what's going on inside his head. Was yesterday an accident? Does he really loves you? Do you love him?

Why does this feels like a goodbye?

[mngums]

PLS just another mina smut ff? pls pls pls pls pls

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warnings: smut, a little praise and degradation, phone sex (why not?), orgasm control, "mommy", "little slut, whore", porn w/o plot etc.. let me know if i forgot something. :]

A/N: WELL My friend doesn't have a Tumblr but I'll show her this later. Thank you for encouraging me to write this fic (*cough porn COUGH*) ty for for giving me this idea and helping me develop it. ur great, ilysm

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— What is that? — You ask yourself. You work from home and rarely leave your office, you only go out to be with Mina.

You: Aren't you training now, princess? It's past your lunch break.

My girl 💘: Babe...

You: Hmm?

You: Do you want something? Do you need me to pick you up?

My girl 💘: swe the fucking phkto i sent uou

My girl 💘: i beg you

My girl 💘: do it fqst pkease

You didn't think twice before opening the image, suspecting she was having so much difficulty typing.

Oh.

Now you see why she begged so much to open the photo soon.

Her fingers almost glued together with slick, your girlfriend's hand was always very beautiful, even attractive. Seeing it like that is ecstatic. You can perfectly imagine her hand shaking with so much weakness, her swollen clit and her cunt begging for attention. you could even hear her soft moans through the screen.

You: Where are you?

My girl 💘: bathroom

You: I'm on my way.

My girl 💘: no plewse

My girl 💘: i nwed somehting in me within 2 minuwts

My girl 💘: and you won't be here in 2 minutes

My girl 💘: so stay in the fucking house, just let me fuck myself, I just want to listen to you now

You didn't even think about responding. She quickly clicked the call button, being answered within a few seconds with her breathing quickening.

You two were quiet at first.

There was even a awkward giggle.

Of course, before she moaned. your breath quickly caught in the middle of your throat, like an air bubble.

— You're already so desperate, baby. So pathetic knowing your condition without even seeing you. — You held your cell phone and threw yourself on the bed, leaving it next to your head.

No response, just moans.

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, quickly reaching for the zipper of the black pants you had recently bought, lowering them to your knees.

Your mind, now, on fire. You were trying to think of something to say, but it seemed like you were on replay of that image of Mina's hand on her throbbing pussy.

you immediately brought a finger to your swollen clit, panting softly.

— mommy... — was the only thing you could hear Mina say before moaning again.

— mommy, huh? — you couldn't lie that you really liked the idea of ​​being called that since you had never heard your girlfriend call you that and had wanted to for a while.

— m-mhm!– god.. — Even with the cell phone seeming to be far away, you could hear the wet noises of her pussy, smiling as you imagined the state of it.

— be a good girl for me, yes? — Not asking, but demanding, you say: — Just cum if I let you.

you heard a low "mhm" in response, wanting so badly to slap her and tell her to answer correctly.

your movements sped up drastically. your hand was already inside your panties, arching your back and gripping the sheet tightly.

You knew it wouldn't take long to cum because you were already doing it before Mina called you. Before work, even. It was only when you sat at your chair that Mina sent you the photo.

— momm- hmgh!- please... p-please let me... — Furthermore, you heard Mina sniffle, probably crying. — please.. it hurts so.. so much.

— Not yet. — your voice coming out almost like a desperate pant, — It's so good to hear you like this.. sounding like a whore. What happened to make you so fucking horny, huh? Do you want me to fuck you like the pretty little slut you are?

— mommy pleas-e! don't do this to me... — you know, and how do you know the power you have over mine, especially when you degrade and praise her like that.

You, how you wanted to cum so much, put a finger inside you, not giving you time to breathe or stop to think, letting out a drawn out moan.

— Looks like I'm not the o-only desperate one here. — Mina said in a moan, gripping the cell phone tightly and placing it on her own thigh, only for the noises to become louder.

It didn't take long for you to break down right there, taking time to think about what had just happened. your senses all messed up, pussy throbbing, aching, and your hand covered in cum.

you could hear Mina's moans repeated, fast. she wanted to cum so much, so much. But she couldn't.

— please! please please please... p-plea-hmph! let me cum... i need to- oh my god- — Mina, even trying not to cum, feeling against it, continued to penetrate 2 fingers inside herself. The way she moved her hips against her fingers, it's hard to tell if she was fucking herself or fucking her fingers.

— Have you been good to me, my love? — with a low growl, removed your finger from yourself, resting on the bed.

— i-i've been. I was so good to you... please- please. I promise to be much bett-er when I get home! — Myoui was literally begging, moving her entire body against her hand just to fuck herself.

— Since you were good... — you throw it in the air.

— cum for me, my pretty princess.

[skyss-personal-hell]

Reader uses a vibrator on Jouno in a meeting😱🤧🤧😻😻 maybe Jouno almost gets caught?

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“No, they would notice immediately. It’s like you’re asking to get caught-”

You look at him, you’re eyes radiating pure chaos and enjoyment.

“Pleaseeeee! It’ll be fun~”

“No, my final answer is no.”

Despite Jouno saying his final answer was no he hesitantly obliged soon after.

You smirked evilly as your plan was put into motion, plus it gave you an excuse to torture your lovely boyfriend.

“Do you want me to put it in or are you gonna do it yourself~”

He looked away quickly and grabbed the vibrating plug you had bought the other day.

“Are you gonna be able to be a good boy and not cum or do I need to grab a ring?”

You whispered to him

He gulped before replying

“I-I’ll be good… I promise…”

You smiled and walked away as he put the plug in and finished getting ready for work.

~~~~~~~

On your way walking to your shared job you decided to turn the vibrator on but just left it at level 1.

To anyone else it wouldn’t be that bad but Jouno had heightened senses. It felt so much better to him than to any other person.

He froze for a second when you turned it on and started blushing deeply.

“A-already…?”

You smirk at him

“Don’t let them find out~”

He gulped and kept walking trying to find anything he could to hide his very obvious errection. He settled for placing his hands in front of it.

Yes it looked suspicious, but it was better than nothing.

~~~~~

As soon as you both got settled down for the meeting you upped the vibrator to the second level.

You watched Jouno’s demeanor shift. He was sweating a little and tried so hard to conceal his pleasure.

“Todays topic of discussion will be on the recent sighting of the Armed Detective Agency.”

As the meeting continued you would raise the intensity of the vibrations and then slow them to a stop.

Nobody else could tell that his facade was crumbling.

Well… almost no one.

“Are you feeling well?”

Jouno turned his head to whom ever was speaking to him and quickly realized who it was.

“I’m fine. P-pay attention to the meeting you idiot!”

You watch the interaction and smirk knowing just what to do.

“Hmm he doesn’t seem to be doing his best today… Don’t you think Tecchou?”

He nods as your boyfriend turns to you grimacing, as if to plead you to not add him into this mess.

Then while Tecchou was busy watching Jouno to make sure he was alright you upped the vibrator again.

He stiffened and almost moaned out, he had to hide it behind a cough.

“Jouno? Do you need to step out for a minute?”

Fukuchi asked, clearly concerned.

He then quickly but quietly excused himself.

“I’m going to go check on him if that’s alright.”

He nodded and you followed him to the bathroom.

“D-did you really have to do th-that?”

You smirked and put it at the max level before dropping it back to its original pace.

He fell to his knees, weak from the torturous edging.

“Please… Please! Let me cum… please!”

You roll your eyes playfully

“I forgot how whiney you get when you’re close.”

You then grabbed his crotch harshly and began strolling him while raising the vibrations.

“H-haa! I-! N-need… cum please!”

You lean in close and whisper in his ear.

“Go ahead, you’ve been such a good boy today~”

He let out a whimper, he loved being praised. Just hearing the words “good boy” leave your mouth made him needy.

He grabbed your arm harshly as his breathing became more rushed and uneven.

“Mngg! H—haa! C-cumming!”

And with that he came hard, bucking his dick into your hand as he came down from his high.

Such a good boy…

[inaaya-goddess-of-dimensions]

Trapped online chapter1- The Start

*alarm goes on and switches it off*

Inaaya: another day at school, *stretches they're arms* okay shit let's do this! *puts clothes on* alright got my bag, what time is it? *looks at time to see it's 7:37* i'll wait for aboutttt 3 mintues or so on, *sits on bed* god time went quick, *looks at watch again to see it's 7:40* alright, *puts shoes on and walks out* oh, i almost forgot, *takes out a packet of chewing gum* hmmm strawberry or bubble mint?? eh Strawberry. *starts chewing it while walking* ugh why does it have to be night time and i always go through these stupid woods for nothing...*couple mintues later made to the bus stop* hmmm *looks at time to see it's now 7:53* perfect time, now wait for this stupid bus....i remember moving in with my dad along with my grandparents and to help them out too. *exhales* i remember saying to my dad about mum...how she was evil....maybe she- *bus stopped right in front of Inaaya* damn that was quick. *gets on bus*

(time skip)

Inaaya: finally i am here, *cross the road* school i guess it's alright the only friends that i have are teachers, *opens door* welp time for school...time for SCHOOL!....hehehhe....let my torture end well please,

(in class)

Mrs Massie: Alright guys today-

Inaaya: *drawing/writing something on they're notebook* hmm hmm~ ummmm why is everyone staring at me?

Mrs Massie: Inaaya is it okay to hold u back by the end of this peirod?

Inaaya: uhh suree....

*bell rings all the kids get they're stuff and went to the next class all expect Inaaya who is talking to they're math teacher about stuff*

Mrs Massie: Inaaya? you do know you've been like this for months now, i get it your parents are divorced, your cousin died and your thinking about su-

Inaaya: OKAY OKAY YOU ALL TEACHERS ARE WORRIED BUT I TRY TO STAY FOCUS MUCH I LOVE TOO BUT I-...i can't...i-i just CAN'T!....

Mrs Massie: does your guidance teacher know about this?

Inaaya: ohhh yeah always with the guidance teachers when will you lot will open up to kids see what's in they're hearts?

Mrs Massie:...

Inaaya: i shouldn't have told any teacher about my problems, for the record i like depression....and killing myself everyday...*walks out and starts muttering and having the voices in there head* S-shut up....

*your ungrateful, useless, you should've died right now....*

Inaaya: *exhales and inhales multiple times and after opening the door everything stopped and your whole class stares at you making eye contact* sorry...i was late i was pulled back....

Mrs Thorpe: it's fine just go sit down,

Inaaya: *sits down taking they're bag and jacket off* kay, *gets sketchbook and over hears people muttering and talking about stuff* why was i even stuck with idiots anyway? they're all have parent-less figures....at least my teachers trust me usually i think of them as friends...*sighs* i wish sometimes i was a adult that works in this school...

*couple of hours later bell rings and everybody went home*

Inaaya: finely home...*sits in spinning chair* time for tumblr...hm? wait a second? *looks at computer screen closely and glares right into it* huh. Warnings??? is this on the news. *clicks the news report*

?: breaking news the internet has went crazy people are stuck in whatever you do- ̸̧͖͚͎̟̭̲̥́͑͒̐̄̚͜͜ͅn̸̡̦̞̹̼͙̬͍͛̒̈̐̋͗͆͒̽̔̐ǫ̵̧̛̮̣̬̟̣̫̘́̀̈̈́̊̂̏t̵͖̹̫̜̰̿̿̎̂̆̇̓͊͗̓́͗̓͛̈́ͅ ̸̧̮̳̲̰̩̫̰̱͓͓̺̻̝̾͗͜g̶͎͉̱̺̟̺̈́͋͐͒͊̍̓̇͘͠ǫ̷̘̞̪̯̯̝́͋̇̂̂́̈́̓̄̒̊̕͘ ̷̙̺͕̙̍̿̕͜ỉ̸͖̀͆̈ǹ̵̜̪ ̵̧̜͕̰̤͕̯͚̳̤̟̖̃̈͂͠ͅt̵̘̝̠̫͕̗̜̻̻̰̮̜̐h̷̗̦̱͔̗̙́̉͘ẽ̷̺͇͕̫͙͔̜̘̰̰̻̘̆̏s̷̖̝̹̯̯̺̘͖͈̮̘̭̲͕͊̂̃̆͂̒͒̃̄͛̃̕̕é̴̫͖ ̷̡̛̝̰̬̖̖̰̏̉̍́̾̇͋̑ą̸̢̥̣̺̻̤̙͓̙̮̬͆͗͗͂̓͐̈́ͅp̶̛̮̤͂͊̔͌̔͊̐̓̌͠p̵̢̥̔͐͐̆̾͂̃̅̆̐̚͘͠͝s̶̫̟͔͎̬͕̃̀̊͌̏̈́͒̽̆͠ͅ a̷̭̖̥̔̀̒͑͗̊̅͆͊̈́͂͑̅̉n̵͎̗͇̹̙̽̈́̑̂̉̓́͋͊̌̌͘ḑ̴̗̖̠̥͇̤̦͈̥̥̗̗͊͠ ̴̧̺̥̩̱͎̩̻̲̺̙̟̤̹͛͌͒͝i̵̝͂̑̈́̓̏f̷̡̗̙̬̘̤͍̘͚̒̽̔̓̂̔͛͌͒̿̿͘͘ ̴̙̭͈̫̮͖̹̹͂̌̈̌ỳ̷̛͉̹͓͎̙̈́̃͑͛͐̃̾͌̈́̄̆̌o̸̪͕̾̌͋͑̅ͅų̷̠̰͍̠̦̳̝͙̘̰̘̏̿̏̎̾̈́̈́͋͂̈͆͜͜͠ ̵̢̧̳̪̼̗̰̩̺̣̖̪͗͋͌̓̀̃̕͠s̵͓̖̪̽̈̾ẽ̴̱͕̟͎͖̠̪̫̯̦̟̘̫ͅè̵̡̨͖̹̦̖̜̣̝̩͕̻͛͑͗̅͆́̈́͛̉̄͛͌͗̍ ̶̢͈̱̘͖͚̙̣̌̈́̐̑̾̇͊ͅg̴̢̛̖̦͎̰̦̬̗͙̤ͅ-̶̗͉͔͈̋͂̆̽̕ͅͅ

Inaaya: wait NO NO NO! what did it mean? ughhh must be a lot of bulls1ht no way the internet's went "THAT" crazy maybe a error or...glitch....?ugh screw it...*goes on tumblr seeing it's glitching, Inaaya stands up and shakes it to make it stop and it stopped* phew...see maybe just shake your devices the next time maybe they wouldn't be dumb enough for a tiny glitch, and i hope that wasn't true. well that was enough drama for toda- *sees a white dot in the middle of the screen* okay that's normal, *the dot gets bigger and until* why do i feel like something trying to- *gasp* OKAY I REGRET IT I REGRET IT! *shouts and screams for help* HELP! *gets fully sucked in and falls downwards into void and is sucking Inaaya down*

AHHHHHH! w-what is this place?! ohhh here we go-*see's a beautiful world while falling* woah i guess the interent is full of amazements...

*still screaming and gets down to a field of somewhere? Inaaya crash down but is still alive?* myy head! um...w-where are we? *looks around* what the fffffff....okay this is fine it's all a dream...*breaths in and starts to panic* OH FUCK WHERE ARE WE!? AHHHHHH! i was just looking at my computer screen that's all. heheh....Huh! *looks at the storm that's coming towards them* oh there's a storm phew-THERE'S A STORM!? we get the storms in internet?! okayyy THAT'S NOT THE INTERNET IS MEANT TO DO! should i run? there's people underneath the storm maybe i can draw there attention?*waves they're hand* HEY OVER HERE!

???: look another one of those pitiful interns? what should we do to that one???

??1: they don't look much amusing just kill em,

???: come on g̶̛̾͂̔͒͂̍̆͑̍̃̾̆͝ͅĺ̷̘̥̻̦̜̥͚̞̅̓̊̋͛̑̆̂̊̒͌͛̚̚͜͜ͅi̵̗̗̝͉̗͈͇̞̞͇͍̰̍̓̌̎́̈́͊̃̎͝͠ͅt̶͈̓͗̈́̀̀͗͂̈͘͠͝ĉ̸͙͉̪͖̞̮̱̂̄͋̂̊͆͐́͜͜ḩ̶̢͎͎̦̗̣̯͕̩̣̒͝ ̶̮̮̼́͑̃͠͠s̸͖̮̱̈́̑̋͒̉ẗ̸̮̳͈̳̬͓͇́͒̆̽̈́̕͠ơ̵̡̡͍̫̹̰͚̝̜̞̖̺̖͙͊̔̂͂͌̓͐͆̔̾̆͘̚r̵̢̡̛̥̼͓̈́̔̀͂̔̇͋͗̅͆̊͝͝m̸̡̧̫̺̜̘̮͇̼̰͕͓̼͇̿̈́͑̄̾͊̓̄̚̚s̷̡̞̩͔͚̜̣̳͉͎̹͔̻̿͂͐̓̿̌͋̑̊͌̉́͝!

Inaaya: they're glitching maybe i shouldn't wave at them, *face palms and runs to this giant city* SOMEONE! ANYBODY HELP! *trips and falls over* damnit...

??1: any last "̷̡͎̖̬͇̬̥̍̀̏̓̈́͌̂͑̈́͆̀̄͒͘͝g̴͉̫͔̩̗̼͓̟̩̫̥̺̭͕̋̒̌̓͋o̷͎̞͓̠͎̭̫̗̹͍̘͔̔̏̈̿́͂̓͘͠o̸̡͙̦̖̯̭̹̪͕͈̘̩̻̔͋̉̔d̴̦̼̩̠͉̘͖͇̦̟͓̲̻́̂̋̾̋̈̓̆̎͛̽̋̄̇͜ͅḇ̴̻̜̱̼͎̱͉̬͖̼͎̬̃̓̈́͐̌̆̂͛̕͜y̶̡̡̛͎̺̹̥̬͍͈͇͔̋̆̆̇̕͜͝ḙ̸̣̥͑͌̈́͗̈́͒̋͝͝s̷̠̙̙͉͇̲̣̺̞̜̿̌͋̀̔ͅ"̵̧̛̥̞̗̗̲͕̏̈́̀́̎̍̒̚?̸̧̛͕̥̗̖̞̱̥̜̦͚͐̊̊̈́͑̽͋̈͑̂͑͗̚͝

Inaaya: *scared* this is the end *looks away*

??: FIRE!

*on the other side starts firing*

Inaaya: *shocked and looks back at the person that picks Inaaya up* hey!

??: my team and i are trying to save u, were not the bad guys they are. *inside the kingdom's barrier forcefield were the "glitch ones" couldn't get in* thank god we saved u from the glitch storms, *takes off mask and revels her face to Inaaya staring down at her and smiles* i'm Saraya welcome to "Trapped online" *revels the kingdom to her*

Inaaya: woahhhhhh! i mean wow. this place is *whistles* cool,

Saraya: come the King wants to speak to the ones irl,

Inaaya: hold up, i need to go home first.

Saraya: unfortunely i can't let you do that.

Inaaya: "who says other wise"?

Saraya: the "King" of course who else? ur parents, just come on, *pulls Inaaya's arm* your kinda young? how old r u?

Inaaya: i just turn 13, 2 or 3 weeks ago.

Saraya: wow, anyway this is were the king will make his anoucements, i forgotten something you didn't tell me where's my manners?

Inaaya: no need, my name is Inaaya.

Saraya: that's a cute name, oh were here. try to be nice...

Inaaya: oki :)

(everyone was talking so loudly until the king out to hail his anoucements)

King ???: Greetings, Greetings. settle down everyone all you know you've been sucked into this world of the internet but i will make sure you all get home sooner but for now were putting you lot into temporary house-holds now i need to lay ground rules in this kingdom it's like irl with u lot but you already know that you can't fight in public, kill someone or anything like that or else...otherwise....BUT the main 2 that you don't interact with the outside or if your glitch we need to isolate you and give this vaccine that will cure your glitch virus, and stay inside the castle were it's safe so you don't well...turn evil....that's all i got to say but if u want to know more about this virus then go find out for yourself. good day, *looks at Inaaya shocked in a distance and tells Saraya something*

Saraya: okay Inaaya i need to take u somewhere,

Inaaya: kay. but wHY!!!- *gets rashly dragged by saraya in a hurry*

Saraya: *shuts the door right behind her* my king, *bows down*

Inaaya: my king? *takes a step back and feels like there's someone right behind them and turns around to see the king* oh hehehe hello....did i do something wrong??? K-King? is it just King or-

King ??: i go by many names young one but you can call me "XY"

Inaaya: so King XY?

King XY: yeah that, so your name's Inaaya? love the name.

Inaaya: Really, i usually hate that name, so idk r u boy or a girl? orrrr non binary like me??

King XY: Non Binary and Bisexual,

Inaaya: SWEET! what's ur pronouns?

King XY: They/Them what about u.

Inaaya: i would like to be called They/Them too but any pronouns is fine. and also Bisexual here as well Crazy or what?

King XY: aww that's cute,

Saraya: aheem....we were getting to the part we're w-

Sorah: I'M HERE OH MY GOD, wait, wait! is this a "canon event"?

Saraya: SHUT THE FUCK UP! HOW MANY TIMES DO HAVE TO SAY TO YOU MULTIPLE TIMES TO NOT SAY THAT TO RANDOM PEOPLE THAT YOU KNOW OR DON'T KNOW OF- *bows down for sorry to the king* i am so sorry my king i won't let Sorah my own stupid brother do that again....

King XY: IT'S FINE SARAYA REALLY IT'S FINE!!! see?

Saraya: i should've never took u to see Spider-man across the spider-verse,

Inaaya: wait you watch it too? who do you like most of all?

Sorah: take a guess-

Saraya: oh hell nawww he's a simp for mi-

Sorah: MIGUEL O'HARA!

Inaaya: i like Miguel i have a lot of favs...

King XY: u know what? i'll just leave the thing i was gonna say today maybe for another time,

Inaaya: oh OKAY!

Sorah: i'm Sorah by the way good looking sor-my guy,

Saraya: no one calls you that...

Sorah: my sister much a bitch bully, or should i sayyyy~ GLITCH BULLY! damn i usually call "Glitch" that.

Inaaya: Glitch?

Saraya: *grunts* SORAH! we talked about this not to say it to the people irl?

King XY: it's just one little kid i should tell them,

Inaaya: tell me what?

King XY: *sharply inhales* glitch was a evil someone from across the other side of the kingdom is great darkness and Glitch is a evil person with a impure glitch heart who was my- ex.....they lied behind my back...they always had the hot's for me and the lustful things we did...but i had to broken up with them,

Inaaya: damn.....that's sad and suprised about it....sorry...

King XY: now, now, young Inaaya it's fine i rather want you not to be that "sorry" in my case you still have a life, i want the children here to go home but since glitch has Trapped you all here i want you to stay in a house-

Sorah: *waves his hand around for picking* OHHH THEY CAN STAY OVER WITH US!

King XY: actually i would rather have Inaaya staying here were it's safe, may i speak to them alone?

Saraya: okay Sorah you heard the king c'mon, *pulls him and shuts the door behind sorah after he got out the room*

King XY: Inaaya i believe Glitch is after you...

Inaaya: me? why? what purpose does Glitch have of me? i don't even know them well. and how does Glitch even know me really greatly or we never knew each other.

King XY: all i can say idk if it's true but...Glitch wants you...

Inaaya: that's kinda sussy and creepy.....

King XY: no, no glitch loves men more then women and for a fact glitch loves me more, i wish he didn't....

Inaaya: kids?

King XY: nope never done it in his life doesn't like interacting with children to scared too probably not bothered either way also.

Inaaya: hmm...kay...will my- WAIT WILL MY ONLINE FRIENDS WILL BE HERE RIGHT GOD I NEED TO GO FIND THEM!

King XY: i think they got captured...or they spawn in the middle of no where like how kinda like u did,

Inaaya: may i help?

King XY: REALLY?- i mean sure at least the Kingdom needs a helping hand and i truly promise u Inaaya we will sort this out together, what do you say?

Inaaya: *silent for 1 sec* "count me down"

King XY: good luck, but u need the much help you can get from...you've met Saraya, Sorah and Derek? wait Derek is on a mission at the moment you'll see him soon though.

Inaaya: right.

(Inaaya POV- this is a new chapter of my story new beginnings new friends mostly new adventures and we will do anything to find and keep everyone safe...from-

.... G̵̛̛̖̙͓̥̟̀̂̾̀́͛̊̒͑́̔̔̾̔̈́̃̈́̓̿̈̇͆̆̇͆̋̄̽̉͐́̈́͒͒͒̐̔̆̈́̉̏̍̉̚̚͜͝Ĺ̶̢̢̞͈͓̟̬͖̤̯̜̖̗̟̝̬̣̞̳̜̖̤̘̣̣̞̐͂̂̄̾̐̀͛̈́̂̓̔͂̚͘ͅĮ̶̡̛̗̠̙͍͔̲̝̳̯͇͚̞̤̅̂̌͂̐̑̇̂͋̔̽́̈́̈́̄̿̈́͑̇̏̌͆̆̕͝͠T̶͕͎͙̹͍̖̞̪̰͍̒͒̀̾̂͆̊̀̽̈͛͒͆͂̎͂́͝ ̴̧̢̧̨̮̜̰̲̱̟̗̺̬̳̭͖̘̮̝̬̭̹̗̥̝̠̃͗̂̇̿́́̋͛̿̉͌͑̿̅̾̄̊̀̃͒̍̏̉͒̀̅͛͌̑͒̾̍͗͒͊̓̃̚̕̕͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅC̷̢̡̢̛̛͇͙̖̼̬͚̜͔̗̠̟͓̪̤͕̩̭̽̒̀̀̌̈́̾̈́̿͆̋͌̿͆̈́̒͗͐̍̓̋̓̒̎̑̽̍̓͐͐̊̏̀̎͋̃̈̂͘̕͜͜͝͝͝H̵̛̝̉̀̏̄̐̈͂̌͒͗͌͗̀̎͛̽͊̃̌̿͐͛͗̔͊͆́̈́̈́̓̅͛̆́́͛͐̊̅͘̕̕̚̚͠͝͝.....)

TBC.....

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[clovermunson]

movie night — e. munson

summary: you spend halloween night with your best friend, eddie, and it ends in more than what either of you anticipated

pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: none really, just mentions of horror movies, eddie being a dork, mentions of food and eating, best friends to lovers goodness. all around fluff. there’s no read more cut bc tumblr kept trying to fuck up the entire fic when i added one.

word count: 1.679k

author’s note: ‘tis the season to be spooky, my little internet cryptids. so naturally, i had to write this eddie fic at the absolute last minute. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, i just ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as your own! — xo, morgan❤️

requested tags: @ardent-musings

Halloween was Eddie’s favorite holiday. An all-you-can-eat buffet of candy, horror movie marathons, and scaring the living shit out of some punk kids that deserved it seemed to be one of the few things that brought him a genuine sense of joy.

However, nothing had compared to being out all night with his best friend, which was you. He’d been best friends with you since second grade, and was totally sure he’d had feelings for you at least since freshman year of high school.

“Eds, c’mon.” You huffed, “don’t you think you’ve gotten enough candy?”

Eddie looked down at the pillowcase in his hand that he’d snatched from one of the middle-school kids he’d scared shitless earlier for bullying an elementary schooler.

“It’s only half-full.” He shrugged, “think that’s enough for both of us?”

“Depends, how much of the good stuff is in there?” You asked, giggling.

“There’s plenty of chocolate, suckers, and sour candy if that’s what you’re asking.” Eddie chuckled, digging out a small bag of sour gummy worms and offering them to you.

You took the gummy worms from him, smiling as you opened the packet and began eating them. “Y’know, you promised me we’d watch Halloween tonight.”

“Did I?” Eddie feigned confusion, acting as if he were trying to recall when exactly he’d made such a promise.

“Uh, yeah.” You snorted, “remember the other day at lunch?”

“Ah.” Eddie snapped his fingers, “I did promise you that.” He smiled at his own mock-realization.

“Very funny, Munson.” You rolled your eyes, trying to keep yourself from laughing, “stop acting like you forgot.”

“C’mon sweetheart.” Eddie let the nickname slip, he’d only used it for you a few times, but every time it did, it never failed to make your cheeks turn hot and your brain go fuzzy like television static. And you knew that he’d only called two things ‘sweetheart’— you and his beloved guitar.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Eddie.” You tried to be stern with him, “you, me, your place, and Halloween on VHS. Got it?” You grabbed his hand, dragging him to his van that had been parked on the curb.

“Ooh, assertive.” Eddie smirked, chuckling lowly, “I like it.” He gave a flirtatious wink.

“Gross.” You fake-gagged, shaking your head. You tried opening the driver’s side door, but it wouldn’t budge.

Eddie hummed to himself, seemingly off in his own little world as you struggled with the door, clearly having not realized it was locked in your haste to get back to his trailer.

“Eds, unlock the door.” You stated flatly, crossing your arms.

“What was that?” Eddie looked down at you, head tilted.

“Eddie, c’mon.” You huffed, “unlock the damn door.”

“Ah ah, what’s the magic word?” Eddie smirked, licking his bottom lip.

“Edward Munson.” You used his full name, “unlock the goddamn door.”

“Hmm, I don’t think that’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was sickly sweet, sending shivers down your spine— though you’d blame it on the cool October air before you admitted it was Eddie’s doing.

Finally, you’d cracked. And you were ashamed at how little it took.

“Eddie, please unlock the goddamn door.” You pleaded, “it’s freezing out here.” You lied, you’d been wearing Eddie’s jacket over your clothes, so you were rather warm.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Eddie smiled, fishing his keys out from his pocket, unlocking the driver’s door before leading you over to the passenger side door, unlocking it for you. “M’lady.” He offered his hand to help you in.

You took his hand, stepping up and into the van, plopping down on the cloth seat. Eddie’s van had smelled like him, a distinct mixture of cologne and cigarettes that was unmistakable.

Eddie closed the door behind you, careful not to smash your hand or foot before he opened the driver’s side door. He slid into the seat, turning the key in the ignition.

“Princess always has to get what she wants, hm?” Eddie hummed teasingly.

“It’s not my fault I have a best friend that spoils me and practically waits on me hand and foot.” You smiled, and Eddie knew well enough that you weren’t wrong. He did spoil you, and he took pleasure in that. He wasn’t the richest guy in Hawkins, or even close to it, but he wanted you to feel special.

“And what’s so wrong about that?” Eddie looked over to you, one hand resting on the steering wheel.

“Oh, nothing.” You smiled, “it’s quite nice, actually.”

Eddie smiled to himself as he pulled out from his parking spot, driving through one of the more rich neighborhoods of Hawkins.

Eddie’s trailer was about a ten minute drive from where you were, and most of the ride was spent flipping through his cassette collection, with you jokingly judging his music taste.

“Alright, you can stop now.” Eddie laughed as he parked in front of his trailer, “we’re here.”

“But it’s so much fun seeing you get flustered over your music collection.” You teased him, noticing how he’d blush a little each time you complimented his taste and how he’d cutely puff out his cheeks whenever you’d criticize something.

“You wanna watch the movie or not?” Eddie smirked, switching off the ignition, “I can still turn around and go collect more candy.”

“No!” You exclaimed, grabbing at his arm, “I mean…yeah, I do.” You smiled sheepishly, realizing that your little outburst wasn’t entirely necessary.

“That’s what I thought.” Eddie smiled at you. It was a small victory, but he’d take it.

Eddie led you up the concrete steps to the door of his home, opening it for you. You stepped inside, instantly met by Wayne’s rather excessive collection of trucker hats and coffee mugs that were along the wall.

The VHS had already been placed on the coffee table, and Eddie was in the kitchen, making a bag of microwave popcorn. You grabbed the tape from its box, popping it into the VCR player and switching on the tv.

“Just a couple more minutes on the popcorn!” Eddie called from the kitchen, “don’t break into the candy stash yet, you little sugar fiend.”

You giggled at him calling you a sugar fiend. He really knew you all too well, in fact, better than anyone else. For you to deny that you had any feelings for him other than friendship would be a flat-out lie. But you never quite had the nerve to act on it.

“And the popcorn’s done.” Eddie held up the bag, carefully opening it as a few of the kernels still popped, despite being removed from the microwave.

“Movie’s in, and the candy stash is still intact.” You smiled, handing him the remote control as you took the popcorn, “anything else?”

“Uuhhh,” Eddie thought over everything, “just one more thing.”

You gave him a puzzled look, but you knew by the playful grin on his face that it was too late to try and fight against anything.

“Eddie, don't you dare!” You giggled just as he’d tackled you down to the couch, pulling you into his side. He’d nearly made you spill the popcorn, but thankfully his nimble hand was quick enough to stop it from tilting over your head.

“That.” Eddie chuckled, his arm rested over your shoulders as you both readjusted. Eddie sat up against the back of the couch while you nuzzled into his side.

Platonic cuddling had become a habit, yet both of you had your suspicions, albeit unknown to each other, about it not being as platonic anymore.

Of course you’d seen Halloween many times since its release, but Michael Myers had never failed to make you jump every time he randomly appeared. This time was no exception, and you’d jumped just enough for Eddie to notice.

“Aren’t you scared by that at all?” You looked up at him with a strawberry lollipop in your hand, and his eyes had been focused on the screen until he noticed you looking up at him with those big, sparkling doe eyes of yours.

“Absolutely terrified.” He barely nodded, his breath hitching. Michael Myers didn’t scare him at all, but the thought of acting on his feelings for you terrified him beyond belief.

You turned back to the screen, settling against Eddie’s body. He gently kissed the top of your head, subconsciously pulling you closer.

Maybe, just maybe, he had the nerve to finally act on his feelings. Now was as good a time as any, and he didn’t want to be the idiot that waited too long.

“I like you.” He blurted, immediately regretting his admission as you slowly turned to him, sitting up as you did so.

“I’m sorry…what?” You asked, blinking as you set your lollipop down on its wrapper.

“I…I said I like you.” Eddie sighed, knowing he couldn’t lie to you. “Not like, as just a friend but like…y’know…” he shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Eddie, your best friend of easily thirteen years, had told you that he had feelings for you, and you’d convinced yourself that he didn’t see you as more than a friend, despite your own feelings for him.

“Eddie…” you whispered, unable to say anything else. Your brain had turned to mush, and it seemed like every function of your brain had given out in that moment.

“You don’t have to say anything, or even say it back I—” Eddie stammered over his own words, only to be interrupted by you.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Munson.” You shook your head, trying to hide the smile that had found its way onto your lips.

“What?” Eddie asked, taken aback by your sudden proclamation.

“Kiss me.” You smiled, deciding to tease him, “before I change my mind.”

Eddie didn’t need it to be repeated again as his hand cupped your face, his lips meeting yours in a soft, sweet kiss.

As you pulled away from each other, Eddie had a rather cheeky smirk, which went perfectly with the shy, flustered blush that was on your cheeks.

“Tastes just like strawberries.”

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond!: The Game!

Hey, all! As part of an effort to further potential with my Tumblr project, I have a huge announcement to make for you all. Introducing...

An official game adaptation of Sonic: Into, Across and Beyond!, and boy, will it be a treat to behold, huh?

The game has started development today, and you'll be able to look forward to:

Each of the stories in gameplay form

Over 20 playable characters

Plenty of cutscenes to enjoy

Interactive environments to explore

Epic boss encounters with many rogues from the Sonic multiverse

And so much more!

I really hope you're all looking forward to-!

OMT!Tails: Woah woah woah! Hang on a moment.

Huh?

OMT!Tails walks into frame.

OMT!Tails: The story's barely 6 months old yet, and you're seriously pitching a game for it?

Ah, right. I forgot.

CR!Sonic and CR!Sally show up.

CR!Sonic: You okay, Tails?

OMT!Tails: You guys might want to look at this.

CR!Sally: A video game of all our endeavours? Seriously?

CR!Sonic: Looks like it. How would it even work out, though?

OMT!Tails: I doubt it'd ever see completion, though. I mean, over 6 quests to fill out into gameplay form? That'd take AGES, and it's likely going to risk cancellation partway through the process.

CR!Sonic: Yeah, you got a good point there, kid. I mean, can't people just enjoy the stories as they are? They're not meant to be "played".

OMT!Tails: Yeah, exactly. Especially after what I've been through...

CR!Sally: I get you, Tails...

CR!Sonic: Into, Across and Beyond! is meant to be a story project for free and for fun! Pico doesn't have the time or energy to dedicate part of his life to making a game. I bet those children and hate band-wagoners on Twitter would just jump at any opportunity to hate on it for petty reasons. And that's why they have so much-!

D-Sides Mighty enters.

D-Sides Mighty: What's going on here?

OMT!Tails: Oh! Hey, Mighty.

D-Sides Mighty: A game, huh? Don't people have enough Sonic fan-games to play?

CR!Sonic: That's what I've been trying to get at, bud. I mean, the story here on Tumblr's satisfactory enough.

OMT!Tails: Wait, "Tumblr"?

CR!Sonic: Hmm?

OMT!Tails: I thought it was called "Tumblelogs".

CR!Sonic: It was! Well, used to, anyway. I'm guessing it's still called that in your dimension?

OMT!Tails: Mhm.

D-Sides Mighty: Yeah, we don't need to go for a game of this, considering the Spider-Verse IP is copyrighted.

OMT!Tails: Hmm... Give me just a moment!

OMT!Tails spins around the lower text, tweaking it a bit.

OMT!Tails: There! Better?

CR!Sally: Much better! Well done, Tails!

D-Sides Mighty: Well, that's one situation we can finally close the book on, wouldn't you say?

CR!Sonic: Yep. Come on, Sal. Let's head back now.

CR!Sally: Good idea, Sonic.

The couple headed off.

D-Sides Mighty: Wanna go grab a bite at Burger Monarchy, Tails?

OMT!Tails: Sure thing!

They left too.

Well, that's that, then. You're NOT getting that game. In the end, it was a cleverly-veiled April Fools' gag!

Happy April Fools' Day, folks! You've got all there is so far of the story to enjoy here from the comfort of Tumblr. Plus, I've been generous enough with each post to compile links to every post for this project on a Master Post that you're more than welcome to view on my profile. Well, see you around in the next post!

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???: It's all the same for your heroic delusions. That is, until you finally meet ME. I already won because I was two steps ahead and found a way to tap into what I desire most. You think a hero of Mobius, let alone a type of Sonic, always has a chance against Dr. Eggman? HA! Don't make me laugh. I ripped that hope to pieces for my Sonic long ago. And soon, with the power of MY Chaos Emeralds, all other universes will follow... Now, you'll all see how big a man I can be. It's time to say goodbye to humanity, heroes...

???: And hello... to the NEW NORM! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

The reveal of the final main antagonist... coming soon.

[thebabblingbrookenook]

Hand Painted

Pairings: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: Modern AU - It’s Opening Night and your stage makeup has to be just right. You are left in the very capable hands of Benedict Bridgerton.

Warnings: PG-13 lol. We get some light groping and definite sexual tension.

Word Count: 1.2k

Author’s Note: This was a birthday wish fulfillment for a lovely Tumblr mutual with an appreciation for Benedict’s hands. I’m with you girl! Those mitts could paw at me any day. Happy birthday @queen-of-the-misfit-toys , I hope you enjoy 💕

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"Hold still," Benedict scolded for the third time. "I'll never get this done with you wiggling like that."

"Sorry, Ben. It tickles." You squirmed again as the bristles from his brush glided across the skin on your side.

"Just hang in there a bit longer. These markings need to be perfect. I want to make sure the details translate on stage." He scrunched his nose in concentration, willing the brush in his hand to do his bidding. 

Sometimes you forgot that the stakes of this production were just as high for his career as they were for yours. If the showcase went well, there was a chance to establish a real foothold in the world of professional theatre. 

You steadied yourself, determined to stay as still as possible for him. You refused to be the reason his talent wasn’t properly seen. He had too much to offer the world to remain hidden. You would use your naked body as a flashing billboard to display his unique and breathtaking skills.

He looked up to meet your gaze from where he rested on his knees in front of you. “Sorry, I know this is taking forever.”

“No rush. Take your time. I don’t mind.” He had no idea just how thoroughly you didn’t mind. There was many a night where you imagined him on his knees in front of you. This would provide you a vivid mental image for later.

“Are you ready to take your bra off,” he asked, completely unaware of the impact those words had on your brain. 

“What,” you gulped. You needed him to confirm that you hadn’t just been revisiting a favorite daydream that he regularly starred in.

“Your bra,” he stated. “I need to paint your breasts.”

“Oh,” you gulped. “Right, obviously. Is it safe to bend my arms yet, or will it mess up your work?”

“Hmm,” he mused. “Better not to risk it. I’ll do it.”

This had to be a figment of your imagination. Reality was never this good to you. 

Very gently, and with enough skill that confirmed this wasn’t his first time removing ladies delicates, his fingers unhooked the clasp at your back and slowly inched the straps from your shoulders to slide them down your arms without touching your skin.

“There they are,” his eyes widened in terror. “I mean, there we are! As in… you’re all set. Oh, god… Forgive me. I swear I’m not a pervert.”

Your responding giggle was so infectious it even had him cracking a smile. “It’s okay Ben. They are, in fact, there. I think I would have been more offended if you didn’t notice.”

His cheeks were flushed with the most alluring shade of pink you had ever seen. Sometimes he was inexcusably adorable. It didn’t seem like the laws of nature would allow for this much perfection to exist. He was an anomaly.

Eager to escape his embarrassment, he dipped his brush back into the paint without another word. You watched in awe as he mixed the paints to create the perfect hues of color. He went somewhere else when he was creating. The world around him paused, leaving nothing else to exist but himself and the canvas he worked with. Today, that canvas just happened to be you.

If you weren’t painfully aware of how close he was to touching your body with his own, you might have found this relaxing. But relaxed was the last adjective you would have used to describe yourself as you watched his tongue rub against the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were burning with concentration as he studied the lines of your body. You tried not to take it to heart when he huffed in frustration. “This fucking brush is pointless. I’d do better to just use my hands.”

Your core clenched at the thought of it. “Why don’t you?”

He took in the details of your face for any signs of a joke. “That wouldn’t make you uncomfortable?”

It would, but not in the way he worried. “Nope. Be my guest.”

A spark of excitement lit the blues of his eyes. “Really?”

“Mmhmm,” you consented.

That was all the reassurance he needed. His long, elegant fingers dipped into the deep crimson shade on his palate before he brushed them along the heated skin above your left breast. You wondered if he could feel your heartbeat running rampant at his touch.

Tingles spread across your chest in his wake, the sensation so overwhelming that you almost shivered. His hands traveled with precision, etching beautiful intricacies along your collarbone. 

Cleaning his sullied hands, he scooped a generous handful of a different color. "I'm going to use this color as a base to add shadowing. Contour you a bit."

Even through the cold, wet paint, you could feel the warmth of his fingertips saturating your ribs with color. Inch by inch, he made his way up to the curve of your full chest. You fit perfectly in his hold as he cupped you. Kneading and caressing, he sculpted your body as if you were unshaped clay that simply needed a little coaxing to take your true form. When he was satisfied with his work, he mirrored his actions on the other side of your body.

Need was burning through you now. Everything about him to his very essence was sensual. The way he moved. The way he smelled. Even the way he breathed was a Siren's song. But the most intoxicating part of all was that he had no fucking clue. He wasn’t even trying. You could only imagine what his touch would be like when provoked by desire of his own. You doubted you'd survive it.

When your entire chest was properly coated to his liking, he brought his thumb to the hollow of your throat and drug it down the center of your body, between your breasts, over your sternum, further and further until he reached the top of your underwear.

You knew the way you panted was indecent, but there was no controlling your ravenous flesh. When he knelt before you again and lightly blew his breath across the skin below your bellybutton you couldn't stop the tiny whimper that escaped you.

When you met his gaze, his pupils were blown wide at the sound of you. "This spot is still a little wet," he blew again. "Better to not tempt fate."

As if he hadn't just doused you in gasoline and threw a match onto your libido, he stood back to his full height, towering over your small frame. "You look perfect. There's nothing more to be done. You might be my masterpiece."

His lazy, lopsided grin was going to kill you one day. You did your best to gather your composure before speaking, but your voice still held an almost post-orgasmic timber. "I'll wear you proudly tonight."

"Good luck," he whispered before brushing his lips over your cheek.

As you walked away from him, drunk with lust, all you could think about were his hands on you. It's a good thing this play didn't require him to paint between your thighs. You would have ruined all his hard work….

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Tags : @faye-tale @eleanor-bradstreet @queenofmean14 @angels17324 @musicismyoxygen84 @bridgertontess @heeyyyou 

[diy-fire-water-pups]

//hello to the mod! just wanna give a heads up about your blog's colors since they can get pretty straining to the eyes, other than that it's really cool! marshall! im gonna quiz you a little if you dont mind heh, (holds up TEN strips of juicy bacon)

number 1! hypothetically, if a person gets cardiac arrest what are the courses of action you should take? What if you don't know how to do CPR? I'm pretty sure you're trained to do CPR, but in the hypothetical situation where you don't, do you just do nothing while waiting for help to arrive?

number 2! what are the principles of radiation exposure?

number 3! Blood and bodily fluids must always be treated as ____________.

number 4! you came upon a casualty who has hit his head badly in a strange position: his legs are rigid and extended, with pointed and turned-in toes. his arms are straight and tense; his wrists are flexed outward and his fingers are curled, making his hands look like "e"s. Where do you think is the brain injury located?

and finally: what are the components of a fire tetrahedron?

you get two pieces of bacon for each correct answer, good luck!

A quiz? Sounds like a surprise test. Scary... But okay, let's see.

1- Well, this first one is easy. If you don't know how to perform CPR- and no, "I saw it in a movie" doesn't count as knowing how to do that- what you gotta do is call your local emergency number, like, immediately. You can't move the body under any circumstances, except if it's to take it away from risky situations such as explosion, fire, drowning, and even then, the most you can do is to place them on a flat surface and pull their head back up to open their respiratory tract. Now seriously, if you're not trained to do CPR, just DON'T, because you'll probably just make things WORSE. For example, if you do it wrong and blow air into their esophagus instead of their larynx, you'll risk making them throw up right on your face! 😖 Yuck!

2- Principles of radiation exposure... Justification, if exposure is really necessary or if it will bring benefits; Dose Limitation per individual and Optimization of Protection, like using as little exposure as possible and being as quick as possible. Now if you're talking about reducing exposure, then it's Time, Distance and Shielding, I guess.

3- Uh... Infectious substance, or object? I keep forgetting this.

4- What...? Okay, hold on, this is VERY specific, let me think. I didn't go that far with my training, I just work with whatever superficial injuries, sprains and fractures or broken bones. I leave specific stuff like that for the leveled up professionals at the actual hospitals, most I do in these cases is first aid to lessen further damage or blood loss, immobilization and take the victim to the nearest hospital for proper care. That being said... Hmm... Is it somewhere in the frontal lobe area? I forgot what it's called, but as far as I remember, that's the area responsible for limbs movement, so an injury there could result in limbs paralysis...? I think I'm shooting in the dark here.

5- Ah, now that's basic firefighting knowledge! The components of a Fire Tetrahedron are fuel, heat, oxygen, and a chemical chain reaction. You take any of these out, the fire will stop!

So... How did I go?

(( As for the blog colors, just so other people know, we sorted things out with another ask already XD One way or another I already made a couple subtle changes in post background and text colors in this blog's theme, what I'm "unable" to change is the colors I'm using for each pup because these are the very Tumblr text editor colors, so I need to adapt everything else to make these readable enough. ))

[laundrybiscuits]

15 questions

thanks @greenlikethesea for tagging me! I just got back from Dykes On Mics, the London queer karaoke event of my heart, so I'm a little buzzed and as usual I'm not gonna tag anyone because I'm a bad person. just abjectly morally bankrupt, violating the tumblr social code with abandon.

are you named after anyone?

my parents are pretty religious, so my english name is from the old testament, but culturally my people don't really do the named-after-specific-individuals thing.

2. when was the last time you cried?

hmm I don't remember? I don't really cry that often, which is probably not the MOST healthy but oh well. I gotta be me! i.e. a deeply repressed individual.

3. do you have kids?

nope! I like kids and have a fair bit of experience taking care of them, I've just never felt that particular urge to become a parent myself.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

my sense of humor's pretty dry by default, but I think having a lot of friends from different cultural contexts has trained me out of using sarcasm too much. It's just one of those things that doesn't always translate super well.

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

unsurprisingly I'm not really a team sports person. in the past I've done a couple different forms of martial arts, fencing, a tiny bit of archery, ballroom dancing…I think that's it? an old friend of mine is running a stage combat workshop in the fall and I'm kinda thinking about getting into that.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

this is gonna sound weird but stick with me: their character design. I just tend to notice stuff that seems like people making a deliberate choice about how they present themselves to the world, whether they seem to be going for a fully coordinated look or just have some pins on a bag. and sometimes you can really tell that people were like, okay, this is what I'm working with physically so I'm gonna fully lean into it. I appreciate that!

7. what’s your eye colour?

super dark brown. close enough to black that sometimes I think I look like a cartoon character.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings FOR SURE. some of my favourite books and audiodramas are horror, but when it comes to movies, I'm gonna need to be gently cradled in the tender narrative assurance of a happy ending.

9. any special talents?

hah, I literally just had an argument with some friends about whether I have special talents. technically I do music? I mean, ten years of classical piano lessons, five years of classical flute lessons, a hell of a lot of fucking around on guitar, some bass*, some choir, and the bit in purify our misfit ways where eddie gets pulled into percussion because he can read music is literally a thing from my life. that kind of makes me sound like a much better musician than I am, though; I promise I'm not actually that good, and that's not me being modest. I'm genuinely a bit mediocre, and pretty happy about where I'm at.

also, I live & work & volunteer in some pretty heavily tourist-y areas, so I'm actually pretty good at cutting through large crowds of vaguely confused people. that's a special talent that I will gladly own.

10. where were you born?

a swing state in the midwest USA. there were cornfields. I used to can my own tomatoes. my childhood friends regularly had white-tailed deer strung up in their barns.

11. what are your hobbies?

oooof so, so many. I play a lot of indie video games? music, obviously. I go to a lot of live theatre, like an average of 2 shows per week. I'm a regular at my local board game cafe. I've done a fair bit of arts & crafts. I am not currently running any TTRPGs but that's normally a fair chunk of my time. when I lived in the US I would do a lot of weekend hiking trips to national parks. I dunno, I do a lot of stuff.

eta: forgot it probably also counts that I volunteer as a public-facing science educator! I've been doing that for more than a decade with various institutions, usually a couple days per month.

12. do you have pets?

technically yes, functionally no. my mother kidnapped my cat almost ten years ago when I moved to new zealand, and refuses to give her back because it would be "too traumatic for the cat to move" but continues to refer to her as my cat. like, "your cat now eats at the dinner table with us." (the cat did not make that decision. my mother made that decision.)

I thought about getting a corn snake about four or five years ago, because I was working with them at a nature center at the time and I think they're pretty great. they also seem relatively easy to care for, and I had access to the local herp society, so I was pretty confident about my snake-keeping abilities. but then I moved to england, so.

13. how tall are you?

5'2" last I checked. yes I'm short af. yes concerts are hell.

14. favourite subject at school?

weirdly, I was pretty good at math and I liked it a lot. but when I got to undergrad, I discovered that STEM has like a whole separate GPA scale/norm, and I wanted to go to grad school for social science so I had to make a choice. in retrospect I probably could've handled a couple Bs or Cs, but it really didn't feel like that at the time.

15. dream job?

I don't believe in dream jobs, as a general rule. I've worked creative jobs, I've worked cause-based jobs, and I just don't think there's such a thing as a perfect gig. we're all just surviving capitalism, man.

*so my best friend in undergrad was dating a bassist in an indie band, and the bassist gave her old bass to him when she got a better one, and then they broke up. and that's how I got a bass to fuck around with.

[hammyham-o-o]

Wait, that last ask was from @iwrotetheother51

On a scale of Normal to I Forgot How Tumblr Works, how sleep deprived are you

Oh okay good lol, I thought so!

Hmm... currently about a quarter inch away from I Forget How Tumblr Works, what about you? 😭

[powerful-niya]

For the Naruto asks! 35, 36, 37, and 38?

Hello, Days! You have no idea how long this ask has been sitting in my ask box. It's quite embarrassing, really. It's been so long since you've asked me this. I've been meaning to get to it, but sheesh, I could never do so.

But now, I finally have. I'm answering it now!

And I'm just gonna get right into it.

Here's the link to the Naruto ask questions:

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35: How did you do in the academy? top of your class, average student, nearly failed, dropped out?

I'm going to go ahead and be honest and say I would definitely just be an average student or nearly fail. That ninja life at the academy looks insanely difficult, and I am not sure I would be able to pull through. I will try my very best to complete every task that is given to me, but I am not gonna say that I won't pass without much struggle.

36: What would your infinite tsukuyomi dream be?

Omg! Such a clever question. Hmm, I suppose my ultimate tsukuyomi dream would be to live with my loved ones on an island of my own design, stress-free, mentally happy, romantically happy, and wealthy, lol! ( I know that's pretty generic and basic, but that's all I can think of right now tbh)

Edit: ☝🏽Actually I want to change, or uh, add to my answer, lmao. My ultimate tsukuyomi dream has gotta be a world where literally every writing idea, prompt, oneshot and story has been completed already and I have reached writing paradise, haha!

37: Who would you want as your sensei?

Kureani would make the ideal sensei in my eyes (for me). Even though I like the other senses just as much, given who I am as a person and how I learn, I'm going to have to choose Kureani.

If I were a ninja, I would need a role model like her in my life since she is so maternal and sincere. I have the impression that she will be understanding and forgiving of my shortcomings. She'll take her time with me, and in the end, She will make me feel even more connected to her, and just having that connection will motivate me to work hard and be the greatest ninja I can be.

Also, (people have a tendency to underestimate Kurenai), but do you know how skilled in the use of genjutsu she is? She is undoubtedly a formidable opponent! A force to be reckoned with!

Yeah, definitely Kurenai.

38: Would you be skilled enough to join anbu?

Nope, nope, and nope, haha.

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@dayseternal-blog once again, so sorry that this tumblr ask took so long for me to answer. I never forgot it! And now, I have finally answered it and I enjoyed answering it so much.

Thank you! 💗

[sxdomizer]

Ramble about anything and everything about your OCs?? I love to learn about them so much

Howdy anon! Happy to have you here, thank you kindly for your ask!

Hmm rambles rambles… I assume this is about my fortnite ocs, and I only have three at the moment, so I’ll do my best to include them all here! Buckle up, this is gonna be a wild ride

MOLOTOV

The silliest billy!!!

He wasn’t taught to write, so the way he holds utensils and supplies is similar to how a baby would. That is, with his fist. He can’t hold things otherwise, and he has tried. Old habits die hard.

To add to that, he’s ambidextrous! He constantly forgot which hand he was learning to write with, so he ended up learning with both!

Despite the fact that he constantly traded for cigarettes, he doesn’t smoke tobacco. He hates the taste. He did that as a way to get people to trust him, and as a conversation starter. You’d be surprised at how quickly a person can warm up to you once you do something as simple as offering a cigarette.

He does become a stoner later in life, though. That’s more up his alley.

He burned his hands constantly out of habit, and they became brittle and burnt in turn.

He lost part of his left pinky finger early on in his life, and later lost the ring finger of his other hand in a fight.

He was convinced into getting his hands replaced after that.

He can breathe, but mostly chooses not to unless he wants to smell something, talk, or smoke. Otherwise, he avoids it. He doesn’t have lungs, anyway.

He has extremely explosive anger issues that he quite effectively masks with his bubbly personality.

He has to get his eyebrow, moustache, and goatee repainted constantly. He paints his iris on occasion.

DENNY

The idiot that I hate

He’s a narcissist. Surprise!

He doesn’t have blood. It’s all maple syrup.

He’s sickeningly obsessed with his muscles. Maintaining them is easy, though, seeing as he’s a stack of pancakes. He’s all carb.

He smells wonderful— sickeningly sweet!

He’s buttermilk pancakes, to be specific. Don is bacon pancakes, Wendy is cinnamon, and Flapjack is blueberry!

He’s bisexual, but will deny it until he’s six feet under.

Out of the three, he’s got the highest alcohol tolerance.

He usually avoids consuming alcohol and smoking, though. Not too good on the long run, and the grind never stops.

He works as a mercenary, but most specifically he’s a sniper. He likes the anonymity.

Always takes time to admire the architecture of buildings that catch his eye. Very critical of modern architecture.

He misses his family.

Needs a punching bag. He’s too angry for his own good.

Also needs to get rid of his yee yee ass haircut.

BOSCO

Tumblr’s wife. The funnest guy

He comes off as quite intimidating to most. He’s a big guy, and he’s got quite a bit of power around his area.

He used to have long hair, but has since cut most of it off because it’s “more professional” that way. Disgraceful, society— do better.

He may or may not have a sibling. He doesn’t talk about them, for their own safety.

Partly deaf on one side. I’ll let you guess on which one.

He has a master’s degree in business! Smart guy, knows he could be doing better than Durr Burger; smart enough to know he has to keep a low profile, though.

A father figure of sorts to Heinz, who I still need to develop more.

He likes classic rock, but isn’t much of a music fan.

He’s got poliosis! That’s why there are white patches in his hair; he hates it, but has bigger things to be self conscious about.

He’s confident, but knows he’s seen better days. Misses his youth. Regrets getting into the mercenary business. Something something he’s kinda depressed.

The closest thing Denny’s had to a relationship.

Big romantic, but would rather not risk it.

That’s about it because i can’t quite come up with anything else at the moment,,,, gets gears turning, though, and now i know i have to draw them more

Thanks for your ask again! I’m more than happy to answer your questions ^o^

[xplrvibes]

the fact i randomly decided to stop my house chores to have a gander at tumblr and i see i have been summoned (hours ago, but still…)

hmm i mean my memory is so bad, give me enough distance between an episode and it will feel like im seeing it for the first time again 😂 but i would like to relive the week at the conjuring house (my introduction to snc) without the drama behind it.

maybe also goatmans bridge, bowers mansion, and shanley hotel. bc those were a ride…

and yes yes i am here… lurking. ive just had nothing of note to say and ive had the week from hell (4 years of work down the drain in a single moment) so ive not been keen to add to conversation.

HOWEVER colby is bringing his cpt jack sparrow stash back and i am here for it

- aussie anon

Ok, so first of all, I completely forgot they went to the Goatman's Bridge lol whoops.

I love how last week we got Doctor Brock and this week we're getting Pirate Captain Brock. Is there anything this man can't do? ���

Also, I'm so sorry to hear you've been having a horrible week! Hopefully things get better from here on out.

[rockinlibrarian]

For the author asks: 4, 12, 18

Author Asks! Now showing at a Tumblr Blog Near You!

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Well, now you've gone and reminded me that I have like thirty comments from Yuletide to respond to still. The answer SHOULD be a resounding Yes, but that one got me so many good comments in a row that I couldn't keep up, and then I forgot to go back!

But in ordinary circumstances, absolutely. You have given me an excuse to talk further about my story! Or at the very least, you have brought me a smile and I just want to say Thank You! The other day someone responded to a comment I'd left on their fic over a year ago, and I loved it-- I'd forgotten all about that comment, and that fic, and I got to experience it anew, and their reply that they'd looked at my comment "many times" added a sweetness that wouldn't have come from an immediate response, anyway!

So now I should go finish the comments on Jason and Chidi. Except I have to go to work in 20 minutes so maybe I'll put it off and forget about it again.

12. Have you co-written a fic?

The closest I've ever gotten on an official fic is "The Magic Man of Oz," which was brainstormed on a Discord server and I just ran with the results. I feel like I've cowritten stories-- not necessarily fanfics-- with friends before when I was a teenager, but the only one I can remember was when my cousin and I were passing a notebook back and forth each adding a sentence to a story that was about a homicidal guinea pig. Not a guinea pig. Some kind of large roundish rodent.

I remember reading Sorcery and Cecilia and writing a letter to another writer friend, "Check this book out, they wrote it by each taking a character and writing letters to each other in character, wouldn't that be fun?" but neither of us actually decided to ACT on the suggestion...!

18. What's the first fandom you wrote for?

Hmm. That's like asking me what my first Diana Wynne Jones book was. No, that's an even longer story, fanfic is simpler.

Somewhere back like fifteen years ago, when I was spending the majority of my online time on LiveJournal, I was puzzled at myself for apparently never having written fanfic. But it's exactly the sort of thing I'd DO! But like with Diana Wynne Jones books, I discovered I was wrong, when I picked up my old Junior Girl Scouts badge book and a scene from Ducktales fell out, apparently in response to a writing badge assignment to write a piece of fanfiction. I had had no memory of this writing experience!

In my pulling a daily writing prompt period, "The Pipeweed Mafia Epic" technically came first, but I don't think I clocked it as fanfic because it was Real Person Fic. The first one I had the concept in my head of "Oh, this is FANFIC" was for a DIFFERENT prompt that made me go, "Sounds like an X-Files plot. OH, okay, guess I'm writing X-Files fic!" I eventually shared it here! It's crack. X-Files crack. You should read it.

I messed around with some more random fanfics (one of which I eventually posted, a few more of which I may finish someday-- I'm very fond of my how-Wash-and-Zoe-Washburn-fell-in-love story and WANT to finish it eventually) in the intervening time, but of course it was Legion I got an AO3 account for. And is still my most-written fandom! Because SOMEBODY'S got to write Loudermilk Twin stories so it might as well be me!

Hmm, my "You should start getting ready for work" alarm didn't go off, so now I should REALLY start getting ready for work.