#i actually haven’t heard it before XD

[kuiinncedes]

ahhhhh

[rivetgoth]

Not to shame some baby bats but oh man am I tired of seeing online newcomers to the industrial scene not being able to conceptualize the musicians as actual real living people who have endured real hardship and instead fandomizing them and treating them like silly little characters. And I’m not even talking about like real person fiction I’m talking stuff like making extremely inappropriate jokes at the expense of the musicians, often to their damn faces. Just saw someone tag Ogre’s personal Instagram in a joke about Al Jourgensen’s IV drug use. What the fuck is wrong with you. I still like see red with anger when I remember stumbling into someone’s Nivek Ogre roleplay blog where they used DRG’s OVERDOSE as a point of drama IN THEIR KINK ROLEPLAY. I fucking hope none of you watch your loved ones fall apart and eventually die from drug addiction or god forbid suffer from it yourself. And it’s not just that; I’ll never forget when those posts about Skuppy’s music being used at Gitmo were circulating as if it was just some quirky thing. Posts like “lol imagine being a war prisoner and suddenly Assimilate starts playing” as if that shit doesn’t suck hardcore and wasn’t the absolute antithesis of what Skinny Puppy has always fought for which is pacifism and equality and the end of war and violence and brutality. The people being tortured at Gitmo are real people and Skinny Puppy was reasonably devastated by the situation. Spamming public tags on IG with terminally online often very sexual jokes about these guys, me having to wade through “I want Raymond Watts to vore me XD jdhgdkdksjdh” in the damn KMFDM tag. Seeing a 17 year old comment on a popular musician’s selfie in eyeliner saying he looked “queer” and being like “I just know you don’t use he/him pronouns” like that shit IS WEIRD. THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE!!

IDK man. This is not a fandom, it is a real community that these guys are part of. I am friends with some of these musicians and/or their friends IN REAL LIFE because I live in the same city as them and go to the same events as them. I haven’t done anything special other than be around them and be chill. Tons of them are my Facebook friends or my mutuals on Instagram or they’re my friends’ Facebook friends and mutuals on Instagram. I’ve had some of my favorite musicians follow me back COMPLETELY unexpectedly. I’ve heard “I recognize you from online” when I’ve met some of my favorite people in the scene, even if we hadn’t directly interacted before… MULTIPLE times. I’ve made posts about a band and then saw the fucking band repost it to a different site. I’ve seen my blog get linked in the official Skinny Puppy group that the band moderates. I also know like three separate situations where somebody’s publicly posted RPF was SENT TO THE BAND MEMBERS. I’m relatively neutral (or at least have a lot of nuance) about RPF but some fucking self awareness would be nice; these guys are NOT that “famous,” they are actively running their social media pages, they don’t have PR guys, they are lurking social media, interacting with fans, their friends are normal people in the scene. It just feels so disrespectful and out of touch. Did you know that one time somebody made a joke about Ogre being on drugs in the Skinny Puppy Facebook group and Ogre himself logged in for the first time in awhile to say it wasn't funny and was painful for him to see NOT because of his own past with drugs but because it reminded him of the amount of friends he’s had die from addiction and overdose? That was a real moment that happened. It isn’t funny.

I just keep seeing this breed of newcomers who get super into the identity of being “an industrial fan” (usually with all these edgy extras like “fucked up sicko dykefag rivethead freak”) who are coming into it straight out of like, the Danganrompa or Saw or whatever fandom and cannot conceptualize the fact that this isn’t a “fandom,” they don’t know how to talk about it like it’s not a fandom, they talk about how the musicians are “so old now” which is just so insulting (you should be BEGGING the universe to be so kind as to allow you to live to be grey and wrinkly and still making art that you love!) or make jokes at the expense of the traumas they’ve endured, they don’t seek out more obscure or more recent or more local music even though THAT is what is keeping the scene alive. it has real life spaces that the musicians they’re idolizing are frequenting and it is very very obvious that they are not going outside or engaging with the scene at all, they aren’t viewing it as this huge community of people who are all congregating together over their love for this music. They’re treating the musicians like these crazy characters but they are real people and their traumas and struggles and “weird” behavior is what brought them to this type of music to begin with! They’re making posts about how musicians just aren’t “weird” anymore while completely ignoring the decades of recent incredible music from artists trying desperately to survive in this world IN THE SCENE THEY CLAIM TO BE PART OF!! You are not a depraved freak punk rivethead faggot you are a 20 year old introvert that listens to NIN, KMFDM, and Skinny Puppy while not supporting the scene in any tangible way whatsoever and talking about the people who created the genre like they’re commodifiable fictional characters. And it’s not a question of “you don’t listen to enough music to be legit!” I love baby bats and newcomers and I absolutely adore seeing people get into this music and find solace and community within it. Industrial music saved my life and I was once the newcomer just discovering this stuff. it’s a question of “you are being disrespectful and out of touch while acting like you know what more than you really do.” Go out to a goth club. Talk to people. Sing along in a crowd to your favorite songs. Type in Bandcamp Dot Com right now and discover a new artist. Buy an album and tip them. That r/LSD comment where the guy said “keep it chill or suffer the consequences.”

[cuubism]

please please please more silly rabbit au? (eyes)

i... literally had to go write more because there was none XD

more... utter nonsense designed specifically to satisfy @magnusbae 😂

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The Middle Ages had been getting… weird, lately.

Not the Middle Ages, the historical time period, though that was always reliably weirder than expected, in Daisy’s experience. No, what was truly weird nowadays, and getting weirder by the minute, was The Middle Ages, history and literature class taught by Professor Robert Gadling.

Daisy had heard a lot about Professor Gadling before enrolling in his class. She’d heard he took a common man’s approach to history, focusing at least as much, if not more, on the experiences of average people than on the movements of kings. She’d heard he’d read everything under the sun and was far better than Google if you needed a source for your paper. She’d heard he had a playful lecture style that the burned-out older students, in particular, appreciated.

She had not heard about the boyfriend.

This was, admittedly, a new development, at least according to the gossip mill. Which was feverish, as Prof. Gadling was both well-liked and mysterious, a deadly combo.

But now there was the boyfriend, and what a boyfriend.

If Daisy had been asked to picture what any boyfriend of Professor Gadling might be like, she would definitely not have pictured this pretty goth thing, this being with a preternatural elegance to him. Where did this guy even come from? He even managed to look elegant dressed down and comfy in jeans and a sweatshirt as he was.

The rumors said that he was way younger than the professor, but Daisy didn’t think so. There was something… unaccountably ancient about him, no matter how young he looked on the surface. An old soul, she supposed.

One who just happened to win the genetic lottery and age – or rather not age – like a god.

Morpheus, which was apparently what his name was – and that was a whole other trip – was reclining in one of the seats near the front of the lecture hall. Reclining, quite literally, as he had his feet up on the back of the seat in front of him, notebook balanced on his thighs.

And he was writing with a quill. A fucking quill.

Daisy would have thought he’d just be listening, not being a real student and all (she assumed and also hoped), but he seemed to be taking proper notes, unreadable, swooping cursive notes though they were.

He was also doodling birds in the margins of the page.

Daisy should really stop staring. She forced her gaze back to the front of the room.

Professor Gadling was in the midst of explaining the historical background of the text they were reading, The Book of Margery Kempe. It was a fascinating book, actually. If only Daisy didn’t keep getting distracted by whatever strange competitive game it seemed to be inspiring in her weird professor and his weird boyfriend.

The first time Morpheus had interrupted the lecture with a comment, Prof. Gadling had straight up ignored him, just steamrolled over him, waited until he raised his hand, and then called on him. Morpheus had not seemed embarrassed or chastised about this in the slightest, just blithely asked, “Professor, are we certain that Margery’s visitation from Jesus was a psychotic break, or could it have possibly been a dream?”

Professor Gadling had sighed, hands on his hips. “I think you’re going to have to answer that one for yourself, Morpheus. Also, we haven’t even gotten to that part of the text!”

“I read ahead.”

“Yeah, I’m fucking sure that you did.”

This sort of thing had continued apace for the rest of the lecture.

Then there had been the eye-fucking. Dear God, the eye-fucking. Every time Morpheus made a snarky comment. Daisy wondered if they knew how obvious they were being.

Daisy had to give the prof credit, though. Despite all the antics he never skipped a beat in his lecture. Didn’t miss a goddamn bullet point.

Daisy really hadn’t thought university would be like this, though.

Now it seemed they were again having an argument over the book.

“It’s said that Margery’s tale is the only surviving firsthand account of an ordinary person’s life in the late thirteen-hundreds,” Prof. Gadling was saying, when Morpheus interrupted, very much in a drawl—

“Oh, but I don’t think that’s quite true.”

Prof. Gadling raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “Is that so?”

Morpheus smiled, very snake-like. “Quite.”

“Care to share with the class, Morpheus?”

Morpheus leaned further back in his chair, arms crossed. “I think you know whereof I speak.”

“Oh, I see.” Prof. Gadling’s smile was pleasant. Too pleasant. “You’re talking about that one lost manuscript. Very much lost and not accessible.”

“If that is how you wish to interpret my words.”

“That’s how I wish to interpret it, you git. Stop interrupting the class.”

“I’m simply engaging with the material,” Morpheus protested, pouting. “I believed this was a modern classroom.”

“You can engage with the material later,” Prof. Gadling said, with a significant look, which brought a smirk back to Morpheus’s face.

Oh God, back to the eye-fucking. Daisy did not need this. Right in front of her lecture notes and everything.

“Right,” said Prof. Gadling, forcibly dragging himself back to the classroom and the present. He pointed at Morpheus. “You, quiet. Does anyone else have questions or comments?”

Based on that one class, Daisy might have assumed they had a sort of contentious and snarky relationship. But at the end of the lecture, she caught something different.

She’d lingered behind to ask Professor Gadling a question about the assignment – though she was starting to think that question was better left for office hours later.

As the students were filing out, Morpheus climbed down from his lounging position in his seat, picking his way down the steps until he was standing by Prof. Gadling at the board. Daisy hadn’t noticed before that his notebook had ravens on the cover; why was that so cute?

Prof. Gadling ran a hand through Morpheus’s hair, then let it fall to rest on the side of his neck, softer than Daisy would have expected after their snappy conversation from earlier. “Going to have to ban you from sitting in on lectures, love.”

Morpheus raised an eyebrow. “You would dare?”

“I would dare.” There was something soft about the way he said it, though. Like he was daring to steal a kiss rather than kicking him out of the lecture hall.

Morpheus tipped his head back, looking at Professor Gadling from under his eyelashes. “What if I promise to behave myself?”

Prof. Gadling played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “You can’t be giving away all my secrets.”

“Never,” murmured Morpheus, his free hand finding Prof. Gadling’s jacket. “Though it has occurred to me that your students are missing out on some unique historical knowledge.”

Prof. Gadling sighed. “Can’t do much about that. Such is life.”

“Full of frustration?”

“Full of give and take,” Professor Gadling corrected. “Most blessings require a sacrifice of some kind, too, you know.”

“Oh?” said Morpheus. “And which am I?”

Professor Gadling smiled, fond. “Which do you think?”

Morpheus gave him a look that was sly, mischievous. “Nightmare.”

“Oh, too right.”

Prof. Gadling pulled him into a kiss, tilting his head into it with a hand on his jaw, and Morpheus dropped his notebook to bring his hands up to Prof. Gadling’s shoulders.

Daisy realized she was staring again, and slunk out of the classroom before she could be caught.

Yeah. She’d definitely just be waiting until office hours.

[dangerouslyknown]

A fellow Kizaru lover 👀👀👀 Yessss- so I have a request you don't have to if you don't wanna. So- Kizaru with a lover who is also a Admarl... But is a big workaholic. Enough so that one day he just keeps her in bed and refuses to let her leave because she hasn't been home or been able to spend time with him for days. XD Love your writing!!

"Your only priority"

(Kizaru x Reader)

Word count: 1196 Characters/pairing: Kizaru/Borsalino x workaholic gn!reader A/N: Love the request and I appreciate you sending it <3 Warnings/tags: Dominant Kizaru, no NSFW but some things might count as suggestive

You flip over on the double bed, sleeping restlessly until the alarm goes off. It takes you a moment to burst awake. You can’t be late for work.

Before getting up, you notice how there is no one on the other side of the bed. Still sleepy, your hand wanders and searches for him in the empty sheets. Usually Borsalino was still sleeping beside you and you usually woke up before him. A yawn escaped your mouth as you muttered his name.

“Borsalino..?”

Before you could process that there was no immediate reply you heard familiar footsteps coming closer and the bedroom door opened. You opened your eyes completely, seeing the tall man closing the door behind him as he advanced further in the room.

“Morning, sleepyhead~” He says, sounding genuine and warm. Then he creeps closer to you with fast moments and sits on the bed next to you. Your lips curve into a slight smile as he does so. You feel his hand stroking your arm.

“I need to get ready for work, Bors.” You say to him, letting out a yawn again and lifting your body to get up.

Suddenly the look in his eyes changed and you felt him grip on your wrists, pinning you down. You give him a confused look as he stares at you, his eyes quite intimidating. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying to challenge his strength by pushing against him. You are both strong admirals of the Marines, but there is no denying he is even stronger than you. You could still hold up a fight against him pretty well, but what comes to pure strength, he wins by far.

He gives you a smirk, leaning closer to you, still pinning you down. He shares a real close proximity with you right now. You smell his breath, which has a hint of the scent of coffee in it.

“What... am I doing?” He repeats your question, raising his other eyebrow. “What are you doing? You haven’t been home at all recently.” He adds, keeping eye contact with you and your heartbeat rises.

“I have an important job and I need to work a lot.” You state, trying to convince him to let go. He keeps looking at you, leaning a little closer.

“Is that so? Well~ So do I and I have time to be home. Why don’t you?” He says, his voice still sounding intimidating. Your convincement didn’t seem to work. You look away from him for a brief moment, trying to come up with something to say. You take a quick glance at the alarm clock, getting worried you will actually be late. He notices your reaction.

“You never have time to be with me.” He speaks up again, a certain blame on his voice. It makes you feel a sting in your heart, but you try to brush it off by smiling softly.

“I still love you. Besides, work is very important to me and you know it.” You explain, hoping for him to understand. And he does seem understanding, but just for a mere split second. 

“Would you go as far as to say that work is your top priority, huh~?” His grip on your wrists tighten up.

“I… I suppose it sounds bad when you say it like that. But yes.” You say, hesitating. You feel  nervous as you have no idea what exactly he is thinking about right now.

He replies to your words with a stern look. He didn’t seem to approve of what you were saying at all. It didn’t ease your nervousness.

“I should be your top priority. Your only priority.” He scolds you with the dragging tone of his. Your heart skips a beat as you lock eye contact with him. He is not playing games with you. He seems almost serious, which is rare for him.

You couldn’t say anything to him as you were stunned.

“You are on the top of my list, trust me. I will spend time with you when I have a day off.” You say, raising your voice. He leans onward towards you, getting even closer.

“Why not have a day off today, then? Hmm~” He whispered in your ear, expecting a reaction. He lifts his head to take a look at your face. You look even more stunned, avoiding eye contact. The situation and your reaction cause a chuckle to escape his lips. He finds this amusing despite the hint of seriousness he gives off. After chuckling he quickly returns to having a daunting look. His gaze feels demanding, desiring for an answer.

“I can’t, Borsalino. I have an important meeting today and-” You began to insist him to let you go, but he cut you off.

“I am not taking no for an answer.” He threatened, grinning at you. His grin implies that he isn’t actually threatening you, but he does possess dominance in this situation. You slowly start to accept your fate.

“Okay. I will take a day off today…” You finally agreed doubtfully. He smiles upon hearing that, all the fainting intimidation away.

“Good. Excellent~” he murmured, loosening his grip, tilting his head with a relaxed look on his face. Your nervousness eased out. He pulls away from being so close to you, giving you some room to breathe.

You take a sitting position on the bed, taking a deep breath through your nose, having him in your sight. He smiled at you with his lazy smile which was his trademark. At the same time, there is a rather expecting look on his face. You take a glance in his eyes, catching on what he means.

He purses his lips a bit, then allows a grin to spread across his face once again. You understood the assignment and moved closer to him, placing a quick kiss on his lips. He seems to be overjoyed by it.

“It has been a while since we kissed. Thank you~” He bubbles with happiness and squints his eyes. Embarrassed, your cheeks gain a slight blush. He is right. It has been a while. This kind of brought you back to earth if you could say so. You seriously couldn’t remember the last time you had spent quality time with Borsalino and it makes you almost upset. The corner of your mouth turns downwards, but he seems to notice this as he re-opened his eyes.

He reached out his hand towards you, placing it on your cheek and holding it there. He caressed your chin with his thumb.

“Oh, don’t be sad. We have the whole day to ourselves.”

“Right~?” He adds to what he said previously and smiles at you. You look at him almost sheepishly, but you cheer up immediately. His hand on your cheek and his soft smile on his face makes you feel calm and relaxed. No worries anymore. He seems happy that you cheered up.

“Come on, now. Let’s have fun!” He soothes, gaining his amused expression and tone back. He leans closer to you again, pressing his lips against your lips and giving you a proper kiss. It lifted up the mood even more so.

(This has quite some potential for a part 2 hmm?)

[ramblingoak]

Mr Casino's Bride pleeeease ♡

This is the working title for Secondo’s cowboy fic. I’ve written a few things off and on for it I just haven’t really decided what it’ll be about. I’ll probably get a better idea once I start working on Terzo’s.

Currently it involves Mist hiring the reader as a worker at the casino and it turns out you’re on the run from a former boss. But I was toying with the idea of there being a kid involved because at the time I needed over protective Secondo in my life. Well…he’s initially reluctant about it XD.

So for fun here’s what I wrote MONTHS AGO (so excuse how bad it is):

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Alice.”

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I live here.”

The kid gave him a look he remembered a young Terzo giving him many many times and his eye started to twitch.

“No you fucking don’t. Mist!”

“You use bad words a lot.”

“Only when the situation calls for it.” Like right fucking now. “Mist!”

He stared down the kid, Alice, until Mist finally waltzed in. Looking way too calm for Secondo’s liking.

“I could hear you shrieking all the way downstairs. What's the problem?”

“I wasn’t shrieking.” Secondo pointed at Alice who was busy drawing something from where she was still seated on the floor. “Why is this child in my office?”

“We—“

“No, let me rephrase. Why is this child in my casino?”

“Her mom works here.”

“And? That’s not answering my question.”

“Her mom works here and she lives here. So I’d imagine that would explain the kid.”

“This place is a lot bigger than where we lived before.”

Secondo turned back around to glare at her briefly before turning back to Mist. He caught the Ghoulette with a fond smile on her face which she quickly dropped when she noticed his glare.

“I need you to start at the beginning. Now.”

“Well, do you remember a month ago when our housekeeper quit because you yelled at her too much?”

“Define ‘too much’.”

“Then a few weeks ago you got tired of Zephyr bitching about cleaning the rooms.”

“I’m always tired of Zephyr’s bitching.”

“Then last week you interrupted me interviewing a woman for the job and wh—“

“I didn’t interrupt you.”

Secondo’s hand flexed near his belt when Mist glared at him. He’d seen that look many times before and whoever was on the receiving end usually didn’t live much longer.

“You told me to hire her. So I did.” When Secondo gestured at the kid again Mist sighed. “I tried to explain she had a daughter but listening wasn’t on your to do list that day.”

“Why did you think this was a good idea?”

“I didn’t actually but, once again, you didn’t want to listen.”

Secondo groaned and looked down at the floor. Lucifer below. A casino, especially his casino, was no place for a child. This wasn’t going to work. He began to tell Mist this when something tugged on his hand.

“Mr. Casino, I made you this.” When he looked down at her he immediately saw a piece of paper in her hand. Tentatively he took it from her, not taking his eyes off of her yet. She stood up on her tiptoes and poked her picture. “It’s you.”

When he finally looked at the paper he froze. That was definitely his face glaring up at him from her drawing. It was…surprisingly good considering how young she seemed to be. He wasn’t good with kids’ ages.

He wasn’t good with kids, period.

“Wow kiddo, you got his glare down.”

Secondo glared at the Ghoulette out of the corner of his eye. She had moved closer to see what the kid had done and Secondo turned to face her fully. He heard the girl mutter ‘hey’ but ignored her.

“This is no place for a child.”

“This isn’t really a place for anybody, Papa. But their only other option was the street.” He wasn’t used to seeing a soft side to Mist but it was evident on her face that she did care about the new housekeeper and her child. “Or the Medusa Lounge on the other side of town.”

“Absolutely not.”

Secondo’s reaction surprised even himself. It had been spoken with such vehemence even Mist seemed taken aback. He looked back down at the kid, at Alice, when he felt another tug on his coat.

“Mr. Casino I’m hungry.”

“My name isn’t Mr. Casino. It’s Mr. Emeritus.”

“Okay.”

The ‘y’ had been dragged out way longer than necessary. Secondo started having another flashback about a young Terzo questioning everything around him.

“Find her somewhere else to do…whatever. She can’t stay in my office.”

“Yes, Papa.”

~~~ ~~~ ~~~

So anyway I wrote this way back in like May?? So it’s all subject to change. At the very least be written better 😅

Masterpost for the cowboy verse!

[desperate-daydream]

🏐 Haikyuu

❀ Aone Takanobu x (trans) male reader ⚣︎

A/N: gods, I just love side characters. tbh, I’m mostly just projecting myself and my imaginations on that (but which writer didn't do that at least once) XD

tags/warnings: reader is tanaka’s brother (could also be adopted) & a dancer, set in season 2 episode 19, Miyagi Spring Qualifier Quarterfinals (at least that's what fandom wiki says, I hope that it's right)

Hey, lovebirds

It was a match from the Miyagi Spring Qualifier Quarterfinals - Aoba Johsai and Date Tech were playing - and the second set with a two-point-lead by Seijou. The third-grades of Date Tech just came running on the bleachers. 

“What’s the score?” They arrived at the rail and looked down at the still ongoing game. “Oh damn. Who won the first set?” 

“Ehm”, a voice came from behind them. It was the captain of Karasuno with his whole team. “Seijo won the first one.” 

“What, Karasuno?!”, Moniwa said, “Oh, hello. Good to see you.” They greeted each other and of course, Sasaya immediately had to restrain the former vice Kamasaki. That’s when they were noticed by other members of their school that they joined. 

The game went on with the third-grades as well as Karasuno tensely watching. After a few other points another person came running on the bleachers and immediately towards the rails to look at the score. 

Tanaka saw who it was and looked behind him to see his sister calmly stroll towards them. 

“Hey!” When you heard his voice you immediately turned around and faced him. 

“Oh, hey Ryu”, you grinned when you saw your brother sitting there with his usual attitude and rebellious grin. He informed you about the winner of the first set and then noticed the questioning looks of his teammates except for a few of them - especially Noya who had met you several times before already because of their friendship.

“Ugh, guys, this is my brother, (Y/N).” 

You chuckled, “Hi, nice to meet you. Is it so bothersome to introduce me?” The question was directed at your brother. 

“Huh, yeah, yeah, actually it is”, he answered grinning. It was usual for you two to bug each other like that. That’s also when your older sister Saeko arrived. “Oh, come on boys!” She tried to throw her arm around you to get you in her side-clasps but you were already trained and easily ducked away. 

Fortunately for you, the third-graders of Date saw and waved at you so you could scurry to them.

“Why have we never seen him at games before?”, Yamaguchi asked curiously. 

“Because he also has training most of the time.” 

“Oh, does he play volleyball too?”, Hinata spoke excitedly. You weren’t really tall, just like him, so he was really interested if you were a player as well. But Ryu and Saeko laughed a little. 

“Nah, look at his bag”, Ryu pointed at you standing next to Moniwa at the rails. It was a sports bag and shoes were hanging on the side of it. Which was noticeable is that it wasn’t only one pair but three different ones - two of which most of the boys haven’t seen anything about before. “He’s a dancer.” 

“Ahhhh”

“Ok, but why is he standing here now and talking to Date’s former captain?”

Now Tanaka began to scowl and Sakeo chuckled as she sat down. “Because Aone is his boyfriend”, the young woman answered. 

Many of their glances quickly went from you to the mentioned player and back again. “Reallyyyy?!”, Hinata was wide eyed looking down at the middle blocker before grinning, “Cooool!”

Daichi and Suga chuckled when they saw Ryu’s expression. “Why are you scowling?”, Daichi asked while still grinning. “Do you not like Aone?”, Suga continued. 

“He’s super protective of (Y/N)!” Noya saw his chance and took it. 

“Aone is.. alright, I guess”, Tanaka mumbled. The others kept on bugging him a bit but quickly turned back to the game that will decide who would be their next opponent. 

Meanwhile you were standing on the rail and watching closely while occasionally cheering your boyfriend on. He had noticed you already and you could’ve sworn that he had smiled a little bit. 

The game was really exciting and in the end Seijou won. You saw the third years’ shoulders slump down and them letting their heads hang. You sighed and let your head hang too. 

When Date’s team quickly came to stand in front of the bleachers you made eye contact with Taka giving him a comforting smile. Then you signaled him to meet you outside in the halls. You turned around to go meet him. But before you went down you shortly hugged your sister and gave your brother a light slap on the head - which he tried to return but you could duck away - to say goodbye for the day. You’d be driving back in Date Tech’s team bus and staying at Aone’s for the night. 

You went towards each other and let the others go past you both before you hugged him tightly. “You okay?”, you looked up at him with your arms still around each other and let your chin rest on his chest. The height difference between you two was kinda funny.

He gave you a little nod but he was still wearing that sad frown. 

“You were great.” This made a soft look appear in his eyes that possibly only you came to see and know what it meant. 

“Hey, lovebirds”, you heard Futakuchi shouting, “Come on, you can make out later. We’re gonna go to the bus now.” Aone’s team mates laughed. You stuck out your tongue towards them but let go of your boyfriend. 

While you went to follow the team Takanobou linked your pinkies like he often did when you walked together. 

On the bus you sat next to each other and Aone let his head rest on yours that you had placed on his shoulder. You took his hand intertwining your fingers and rested on your lap. The bus was rather quiet - exhaustion and sadness because of the lost game were the primary feelings. Your boyfriend let out another sigh. 

“Hey, Taka?”, you whispered with your eyes closed. You felt the rumble from his body as he let out a low “Mh?”.

“You’re free from training tomorrow, right?”

“Mhm.” 

“You wanna go somewhere then? I also got nothing tomorrow.”

“Mhm. Decide tomorrow?”, his voice was so low it send a wave of goosebumps over your skin. 

“Mhm.” You felt yourself doze off - your training and the excitement to make it to the game had taken a lot of energy from you too. Soon everyone except for the adults was sleeping. 

When you arrived your boyfriend shook you awake gently. 

“Hey, (Y/N)”, his voice was still hushed and even a little deeper than earlier. 

On the way to his mom’s car, who was so nice to pick you both up from school, your arm found his place around his middle while he placed his on your shoulders. 

After eating you both went upstairs to his room to get ready for bed. Aone laid down on top of his blankets and got out his phone while you still searched through his closet for one of his hoodies. You quickly changed into it after finally finding what you searched for and flopped down on top of your boyfriend. 

“Oof”, he played as if you were heavy enough to crush his brick of a body in any way. 

You chuckled and kissed his cheek. A smile that only you got to see appeared on his lips. 

His hand went to cup your cheek to pull you closer and kiss you properly. You sighed happily and let yourself fall into the kiss. 

After you parted, you snuggled close to him and placed your head in the crook of his neck. That way you fell asleep like many times before already.

[lucy-sky]

"Shame on me" with Shane please 😝

Also, thanks for sending one in for me! I'll see what I can do 😁

Sooo this was actually for 5 sentences from an imaginary fic thingy, but it's been so long since I got this message that I kinda felt obliged to write something a little more than that, you know, as a compensation :') I ended up with this silly horny 400-something words drabble, and it's far from being perfect because I haven't written anything for almost 6 months (I think it's the longest break I had since I started writing in 2018). But I'm surprised I managed to actually write something, like omg! I still can do it (kinda xD) Maybe inspiring reels from Amaya's insta helped, idk xDDD

So yeah, uh... Here we go :') Warnings: semi-public sex (not super graphic, but still)

That's it *runs away*

“Ah!.. Easy there, Walsh!..” you hiss as the man thrusts his hips into you with a particularly loud moan.

You’re in a storage room of the tiny corner shop where you work. Your back pressed against the rugged surface of the wall, the skirt of your dress shamelessly hiked up. Shane’s lips on the side of your neck, his nails digging into the flesh of your thigh. 

It wasn’t your plan. Probably it wasn’t his exact plan either, but here you both are, impatient like a couple of horny teenagers. You haven’t seen each other for a whole month. So far it’s the longest time you’ve been apart, and turns out you missed each other way more than you expected.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he huffs against the shell of your ear. “You think she doesn’t know what we’re doin’ here, huh?” 

Shane talks about your colleague, and of course he’s right. You actually don’t worry about her very much - you trust each other. Normally it’s you who covers her all the time when she needs to leave earlier for another tinder date or something like that, so it's only fair she's covering you right now. But still… 

“Course she f-fucking knows,” you hiss breathlessly. “But… The customers don't…” 

“Nah, no one hears us, relax.”

You want to say something in reply, but can't help letting out a soft whine and instantly bite your lip as Shane hits exactly the right spot. 

“Shh, shh, that's it baby, I know you're close, c'mon, give it to me,” he murmurs in between the thrusts, picking up the pace, his lips capturing yours just in time to muffle another moan when you feel the knot inside you is about to burst. It hits you like a lightning strike, a warm wave of pure bliss washing all over you, making your back arch and your toes curl. Shane buries his face into the crease of your neck, breath hot and ragged, as he finally lets himself go as well.

The two of you are so blissed-out that you lose your balance for a moment.

“Ah, shit!” Shane groans as he bumps into a shelf stand and something falls from it with a loud thud. You both freeze in place when you hear your colleague knocking on the door.

“Ughhh, now they definitely heard us,” you mutter under your breath.

“Who cares?” he shrugs, trying to catch your lips with his once again.

“I care, actually. I mean… technically I can get fired for that. All because of you, idiot!”

“Well shit,” Shane chuckles before ducking his head to playfully bite on your exposed collarbone. “Shame on me, I guess.”

[nerdy-talks]

Obey Me! Nightbringer Lesson 40 Spoilers

I have read through all of Lesson 40, including in the Hard section.

And in the Hard section, it is shown that we have returned to the House of Lamentation.

But are we really supposed to believe that our return to the present/future is met with just a simple “hey, welcome home”?

I don’t know about you, but I think the devs could have easily written at least one full Lesson just celebrating our return, spending time with the brothers, explaining everything that we’ve been through in the past, etc.

Personally, I would love to see Lucifer just calmly telling Solomon “you’re lucky you brought them back home in one piece” and Solomon responding with “haha, is that a threat? Well don’t worry. I’d never let anything happen to my adorable apprentice. Anyway, we had quite the adventure. We even lived together.” just to try and piss Lucifer off. I love their little rivalry/feud when it comes to MC lol xD

And I mean, okay… Levi cried when he saw us and said it felt like we haven’t been there in so long. And Asmo agreed after hugging us.

But!

Are we truly back home?

There are so many theories and possibilities that I’ve been thinking about.

What if what we’re actually being shown is an alternate reality created by Nightbringer?

We haven’t seen or heard anything about Nightbringer for quite a while, so I’m highly skeptical that he just went away. In fact… I think he has a major role in everything going on right now. Why else would the devs introduce him in the first place?

Also, why wasn’t Solomon with us when we “returned” to the House of Lamentation?

It’s suspicious.

On the same note, what if Nightbringer has just intercepted our return home to show us “someplace we will be happy”, as he has said he could show us. It would explain why Solomon isn’t there (which begs the question : if this is the case, where is Solomon? Has the time travel been paused somehow and he’s temporarily unaware of what’s going on? Has he been returned home without us? Is he somewhere else within this new reality?)

Or what if we really are back home, and Lucifer is the only one who knows/remembers that we were missing (like, what if his brothers were losing it because it was taking so long for us to return, so he erased/altered their memories of all the time we weren’t there?)

OR!!! I know this is just me leaning into the whole “yandere Solomon” thing, but imagine if we are in a different reality where the brothers are just friendly towards us. No romantic feelings or love or anything like that.

I mean… Solomon did mention :

Side note on this silly, unrealistic theory : imagine Solomon working together with Nightbringer to make this happen.

Putting all of my dark fantasies aside, though!

I’m also super curious about Barbatos. Before we left, he dropped this on us :

He may not have given us any direct knowledge/information, but that's a big enough hint to convince me that he knew damn well we were from the future.

And if that’s the case… why would Barbaros allow us to be sent off to any place except back to where we came from? Unless he didn’t predict Nightbringer being involved?

I don’t know, though… I’m still super interested to find out more about Nightbringer and how/if he’s connected to Barbatos and Solomon.

I need more! *screams*

In all seriousness… I really hope there will be many more Lessons for us to look forward to, and that we'll get more direct answers soon ^^

[spnfic85]

Off Limits Ch. 4

Warnings: Language, fluff (?) (define... fluff), Personal Body Image Struggles, smut, unprotected sex

Author's Note: Ah yes... that place where I'm supposed to apologize for my failure to ever commit to anything in a timely manner... 🥲

(*goblin screeching in the background "Well, I REFUSE!!" *)

No- Actually- My bad guys. I fuckin suck and I had writer's block/the big sad to all hell.

As always, this is not beta read, forgive my typos pls. I love you all!

Please Please PLEASE send me ideas to write... Shoot it by me, and if I feel like I have a confident enough grasp on the lore/history, I'll give it a shot! (A girl also knows how to research fandoms yaknow xD)

Pairing(s): 

Sam Winchester x Plus-Sized Female Reader 

Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized Female Reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: WHAT HAVE WE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR???? Thank you writer's block for finally allowing Y/N to climb that big ole giant we all like to call Sammy 🥰

Masterlist

~ There was an obvious need simmering under his stare, the man standing before you both was promising something you couldn’t even say you were sure you could keep up with, but the hammering in your chest and the butterflies in your stomach both told you that you were ready and willing to take it on. ~

Sam excused himself while you were flushed crimson, allowing Dean some time for a bit more aftercare and the shower you both found yourself tangled in just an hour later. By the time you left your bedroom, you smelled of Dean’s alpine body wash mixed with your favorite Bath and Bodyworks spray while crimson love bites bloomed across your throat and shoulder. Dean’s mission had been to obscure the ugly fingerprints left behind, while making a bold and clear statement upon your later return to the bar.

You liked the way yours and Dean’s scents seemed to marry into one, and bit your lip wondering what you’d smell like after a morning like that with Sammy… You flitted down the back staircase, your dishes in tow, and turned directly into the solid tower of a man you were wondering about.

Sammy moved quickly, catching the tray and contents while maneuvering to catch you up against the pantry door. You gasped in surprise before flushing red again, “I- I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention; did I break anything?” You worried and reached for the tray in Sammy’s hands. He only moved the tray to one hand while the other ghosted over your hip.

“I’m okay, are you?? You’re not hurt, are you?” He asked intently, eyes flickering to your lips and back to your eyes, “You gotta be more careful Princess…” he murmured softly. Your heart galloped at the endearment, and you bit your lip as you felt your entire body react to this man. What was it the Winchesters held over you? Were they gods?!?

“I will.” You squeaked out. Sam smiled slightly then, seeming to be pleased with your reply, before moving his hand to your face and dipping his head down to ghost his lips across yours. Having him so close had memories of the night prior flooding your mind, his bergamot and spice scent engulfing you. You licked your lips, only hesitating a millisecond, before you stood up just a bit more on your tip toes and pressed your lips to his.

The groan that rumbled through his chest told you all you needed to know. Sam has been holding back… giving you space… You heard the tray clatter a bit as Sam pushed it on the sideboard in the hall before framing your face with both hands and deepening the kiss.

His teeth nibbled at your bottom lip, tongue teasing and asking for more. Your sigh was almost breathed in by him, as he pressed you against the pantry door and took from you what was his. Your fingers laced up along the nape of his neck before you mewled into his mouth as Sammy ground his hips into you before breaking from your lips but staying close.

“Why is it so hard to think around you…?” He asked curiously, “Princess, I haven’t slept I’ve been thinking so much about you… I was so scared you were going to be gone today…” His ability to be vulnerable with you was always something you adored in Sammy, and now- those puppy dog eyes broke your heart.

“I’d never just up and leave… I just needed some time to think…” You murmured, “It helped having Dean fill in the blanks though.” You smiled and he chuckled,

“I’m sure he filled in a lot for you.” He grinned wickedly and kissed your forehead when you smacked his arm. “No really- Dean’s always been better about feelings and… words. I should have just been honest with you last night before ever moving to the bedroom… I’m sorry Y/N…”

You ran your fingers through Sam’s hair, tucking it behind his ear and smiling, “Thank you for apologizing, it was so confusing last night…” You admitted quietly, “I felt like the butt of a bad joke honestly…” Sam’s face dropped a bit and he looked ashamed,

“I could never make you feel like that… You will and always will be my Princess… Spoiled, but a princess none the less.” He winked and kissed you once more on the lips gently before stepping back to let you balance on your own feet again.

Sammy was helpful with dishes and prepping lunch, his hands only wandering in passing, lips grazing your bare shoulder as he unnecessarily reached over you to put away things. The man was teasing you to no end, but the prodding member that grazed your bottom when he leaned up against you assured that the torment was not one-sided. You wriggled your hips against him and smiled back at the soft hiss that came from his lips.

“Be careful baby… I wanna make our first time together special, but I’m not partial to bending you over on the kitchen island right here…” He smirked at you when you bit your lip and flushed red hot. The crimson climbed down your throat and bloomed across your breasts and shoulders. Sammy chuckled at your reaction before stepping back some when he twitched needily against you.

After lunch, you found yourself with nothing to do, Dean elbows deep in some junker car Bobby kept on the side of the house, and Sammy busy in the back yard tackling whatever moved in under the deck. You eyed both men from your spot under the corner of the deck itself and decided both tasks were above your pay-grade. There was no way you were going to accidentally break something in that old thing, and there was an even lesser possibility you were crawling under this deck to whatever momma possum was soon to choose Sammy as the enemy.

You decided to go back in the house, grabbing your Bluetooth speaker, a bucket with rags and cleaners, and the broom and mop, before heading up to the top floor. The boys both knew your routine: start at the top of the house and work your way down. You knew the bathrooms needed attention, along with the additional spare bedroom upstairs. It was dusty, and there was no guessing if it would ever be needed, but your allergies were going to never forgive you if Dean turned that furnace on in a couple more weeks and that space hadn’t been dusted in time.

All too soon, you found yourself singing along to your playlist of choice and cleaning room to room. By the time you found your way through the guest room and your room, you heard Sam holler Dean’s name and the thuds of a very large man stuck under a deck with a very angry animal. You sighed and looked out the hall window down to the back yard.

Dean was sprinting across the yard to where Sam’s feet were hanging out the side of the deck kicking. He cursed, grabbed Sam’s feet, and yanked him free. Sammy’s hair was a mess, and you could tell from here he would need the first aid kit when he came in. You chuckled and sighed to yourself softly and gathered up your cleaning stuff and placing it in front of Dean’s bedroom door in the hall before stopping to grab said first aid kit under the bathroom sink and heading back downstairs.

You heard Dean laugh and mention calling Animal Control, while Sam admitted defeat, his voice trailing to the hall leading to his own bedroom. You padded down the stairs, smiling at a busy Dean on hold while his eyes crinkled at the sight of you with the kit. You pointed to Sam’s room, and he nodded, understanding what you were saying, before you continued. Sam had the master bed and bath (it was the only one large enough to fit his massive bed set, the BFG he was) and when you stepped in his bedroom, you could hear the shower running. The bathroom door was left open, and a clear silhouette of a very naked and wet Sam could be seen through the frosty glass of the shower door. Your mouth went dry as you realized, again, how amazingly stunning this man was, before clearing your throat to announce your arrival and knocking on the open bathroom door.

“Hey- it’s just me…” You called out, smiling weakly at Sam when he peeked over the glass door, “I thought you might have a bite or two you needed taken care of when you’re done.” You grinned a bit and Sam chuckled and shook his head.

“That momma possum was not messing around.” He laughed, “Thank you, Princess… I’m almost done, wait for me?” He asked. You nodded before finding your voice,

“Y-yeah, I can wait.” You answered awkwardly. There was something about Sammy that always turned you back into some fumbling schoolgirl with a crush and it was agonizing. Although Sam seemed to enjoy it, you wished you carried more alluring poise rather than fumbling cuteness…

“Where were you off to? I realized you weren’t in the back when I got out.” He spoke up, dragging you from your thoughts.

“Oh- I was cleaning upstairs. There’s no way I was helping with wild animals.” You teased back at him.

“Ah yes, Vampires are no problem, but Y/N draws the line at the territorial neighborhood possum.” His brow quirked and he laughed at your reaction. You scoffed and feigned offense before sitting back on the sink counter,

“Well, clearly my choice to not engage was much the wise.” You said loftily and stuck your nose in the air. The shower cut off and your head whipped back to Sam. The involuntary reaction you had to him standing there, naked, in front of you was sinful. Sam smirked and grabbed the towel hanging next to him and let you stare as he dried in front of you.

“Come here, Princess.” He commanded softly.

It was as if you had no control of yourself, as you hopped off the counter and walked directly towards him. You weren’t feeling out of control, but the rush of euphoria you got at his satisfied smirk made you desperate for him to command you again.

“You listen so well…” He smiled and dropped his towel to hold your plush hips. “Do you like to listen?” He asked, his voice a murmur for only the two of you to hear. You nodded, eye contact never breaking, “Words, baby girl.” He coaxed gently.

“Y-yes…” you shy and bite your lip. He smiled and dipped his head down to kiss you deeply, hands moving across your hips and up under your tank top.

“Can I take this off?” you nodded again at him, “Words baby…” he teased and nuzzled your neck, dripping water from his hair down your shoulder.

“Yes, you may.” You squeaked out and gasped as Sammy moved his fingers up your bare skin, nibbling at your throat, before stepping back and pulling your top off carefully. His eyes roved over your body, making you shy more and blush for him.

Sam continued to carefully take off each piece of clothing while his fingers and lips worshiped your skin, never breaking contact for longer than was needed to undress you. Once you were in nothing but your panties, Sammy led you to his bedroom, flipping the bathroom light back off. The blackout drapes were pulled tightly over the windows in his room, leaving an almost intimate silence from the rest of the world around the pair of you two. You pulled Sam back to your lips as you dragged him into his bed, thighs wide to pull him closer as your fingers laced again in his hair.  

Sam was eager and easily framed your body as he held himself over you, nibbling and kissing every inch of skin his lips could find while he never stopped gently rutting against your covered core. Everything about this man felt huge against you, and it was all you could do to not climax from friction alone.

You moaned softly when Sam took his attention to your breasts and easily took a nipple in his mouth, his large hand cupping the supple soft excess as your hips tilted up towards his.

“Please…” you begged, pulling his attention back to your face, eyes locking with yours, “Please Sammy…”

Sam groaned and crashed his lips into yours while his hand moved down your hips and gripped the band to your panties. He only broke his touch to sit back and pull them down your legs and stare down at you hungrily only a moment before crawling back up to your lips and finding them with his.

“Anything you don’t like, anything hurts, you tell me. You tell me and I promise to stop immediately.” He murmured gently, making sure you understand that you can stop this at any point.

“Yes sir…” You tease and you watch his gaze darken with need.

“Princess, be careful.” He groaned while his hand moved between the two of you and teased your wet folds with his thumb, “Look how wet you are for me…” he murmured, more to himself than to you. As he lined himself up to your core, he watched you carefully as he slowly pressed his girth into you.

Your eyes widened at the sheer size, and you moan softly as Sam’s thumb finds its way back to your bud, drawing small circles as he worked his way into you, brows scrunched in concentration.

Where you thought you’d be sore, your body only openly accepted him. He groaned again as he worked the final length into you, your core warm and tight around him.

 “Fuck princess, fuck…” Sam cursed and kissed you softly before carefully pulling his length out and swiftly impaling you again. The moan that escaped from your lips was pure bliss to Sam’s ears. You clung to Sam’s shoulders as he continued to tease you while he carried slow, methodical thrusts into you.

“Please Sammy…” You moaned again, pressing your hips up against him, “Please…”

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.” He coaxed, his hips never stuttering, even while your walls fluttered as your climax ebbed closer and closer.

You moaned in frustration, him stopping you from making him move any faster, “Please fuck me hard… I want to cum so bad, please Sammy…” You begged and mewled as your legs shook while his thumb pressed down more on your sensitive bud and rolled the wet mess.

“Sound so sexy begging for my cock, Princess…” He moaned praise as his hips thrust deeper, the pace slowly picking up to match his thumb. His hair hung damp along his face, draping the world around you both as his eyes roved over your body, watching you swallow his girth so well.

You felt the tell-tale pressure in your belly of a climax finally coming to fruition, back arching as your walls clenched down on him as wave over wave washed through your body. Sam groaned loudly and moved the hand teasing you, to pull your leg up, hooking your foot on his shoulder and picking up the pace to fuck himself into you, hard.

You were a babbling mess, clinging to the sheets around your head, as Sam panted, lost in this moment with you. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he groaned while looking down upon the mess he’d made of you under him and grabbed the headboard for leverage, “Shit- Princess tell me where...” He muttered urgently.

“Wherever you want Sammy,” you panted and moaned, enjoying the angle he hit your spot. Sam cursed softly and pulled out the last millisecond, covering your mound in his cum. You watched with a pleased look on your face and wiggled your hips back up when you saw the look on his face fighting pressing his still hard member into the mess.

Sam kissed you deeply, ignoring the fact that he could continue if he wanted, choosing to pay attention to you instead. His kisses littered down your throat, darkening marks from Dean as he went, before stopping and looking down over you.

“Never in my life did I think I’d get to see you like this.” He murmured bemused.

“Naked and well fucked?” You teased with a wink.

He chuckled at you and shook his head, “That, yes, but so much more… I never thought I’d get to see you like this because of me.” He admitted.

This tore your heart. Both boys denied themselves something so simple, and for what? Your dignity? Your internal voice scoffed to itself. No... This man before you and his brother would never feel that way again… Not if you had anything to do about it.

[mushiewrites]

The Gods' Cycle of Revenge

Just another prompt I was supposed to do a drabble of but got carried away and made a whole fic anyways 🫠. It was just too good of a scenario to pass up wrecking XD + HD, especially when it's 4K doing the wrecking. Thank you again for the prompt @sleepy--anon! (you can find the ask here!)

8 - “Don’t you dare” / 16 - “anywhere but there” / 18 - “oh come on, it doesn’t tk that bad” 

(switch!XD + HD / ler!4K : 1.6K words)

“You’re squealing like a pig, HD.”

¨Shuhuhut up, you’re a pihihig, XD!”

¨Both of you shut up, you’re messing up my flow!” 

XD laughed at the Nether God’s command, letting out a chuckle as the smaller God squealed before bursting out into the maniacal laughter he was in just moments ago. XD turned slightly towards the pair, watching as HD struggled beneath 4K, the scene almost comical when they compared the size difference between the two. 

4K had decided that HD had made one too many sassy remarks and needed to be reprimanded for it. HD’s punishment? Being tickled relentlessly. His claws were scratching up the smaller God’s sides, pressing in at random intervals where he was most sensitive to keep him laughing. HD was kicking and pounding his fists against 4K’s shoulders, but the bigger deity remained unphased; the elder was simply too weak to even slow him down.

“4K- nahahaha plehease!” HD whined through his laughter as his sides were continuously squeezed, claws sometimes migrating down to HD’s hip bones to make him cry out and squirm even harder. XD had to admit, it did look quite ticklish, especially when 4K pulled up the smaller God’s robes and nibbled at his sides. But HD was definitely overreacting. There was no way anything felt that intense. 

¨Oh come on, it doesn’t tickle that bad, HD.¨ XD shook their head slightly, adjusting their mask while turning away from them and back towards the clouds that expanded to the horizon line. The God sat and admired the colors of bright pinks and oranges, head tilting slightly when after only a few seconds the colors began changing into a deeper pink and a bit of light purple. It was only then that XD realized that HD wasn’t laughing anymore. In fact, he couldn’t hear anything anymore.

It had gone completely silent.

XD turned around in confusion, pushing their mask up slightly to call out for the two but let out a shriek instead when a huge figure tackled them, sending both XD and the offending attacker to the ground. They heard a deep chuckle from the weight settling on top of their body, rolling their eyes when they realized it was 4K. 

“Get off me! W-What are you doing?!” 

“Just showing you what it’s like to be on the receiving end for once,” XD looked up past 4K and saw HD looking down at them, a smug grin on his face at XD’s current predicament. “How’s it feel?” 

“Well don't ask yet! I haven’t even started playing with their spots!” 4K purred, laughing when XD reached up to pull their mask down as far as it would go out of embarrassment at the comment. 

The Nether God looked up at HD, wiggling his eyebrows before he turned his attention back to the four-armed God. He gave no time for XD to react before skittering his nails up and down XD’s tummy, scratching with enough pressure for them to feel it through the thick cloth of their robes. 

“Stohohop! 4K, stop stohop!” XD was squirming, pulling at 4K’s wrists with one set of hands while the other set grabbed at 4K’s biceps. HD saw that XD was actually starting to make progress in their escape and decided that 4K might need a little help. Suddenly a “poof!” sounded through the air, XD somehow hearing it over their own loud giggles and immediately turning their attention towards HD. 

XD knew that noise. 

“Don’t you dahahare!” 

“Oops.” The smallest God was laughing as his helper hands appeared around XD and 4K, four of them spawning and grabbing onto XD’s wrists. The hands gently pulled XD’s arms down to their sides, attempting to hold them against the puffy clouds below them but still finding it difficult. 

“Might need a little more help than that, HD,” 4K mumbled as his fingers explored XD’s sides, causing them to kick slightly and yank more at their arms. “Actually, I’m definitely gonna need more help for what I’m about to do.”

“Wahahait, whahat are you- NOHOHO! No! No, please!” HD and 4K laughed as they watched XD put up the biggest struggle of their life. 4K had started wiggling his fingers teasingly over the sensitive underarms of the God under him, both of them breaking out into cackles when 4K faked XD out a few times just to make them squeal. 

“What happened to ‘it can’t tickle that bad’, huh? Not so tough now, are you, big guy?” HD giggled as he leaned down onto his knees next to XD as four additional helper hands spawned, those now moving to push XD’s elbows down to the ground as well. Once the helper hands successfully had the four squirmy arms in their grip, they slowly moved to drag them further out, making XD’s arms more stretched out to the sides, and unfortunately making their underarms more open and vulnerable as well. This made XD break out into frantic giggles, shaking their head as they looked up at 4K.

“Nohoho! No plehease, anywhere but there! Anywhere!” XD was begging, and they hated that they were, but there was no other escape route. There were no more cards to play. There was only begging, and praying to some God (hopefully 4K and/or HD) would have some mercy on them. But chills were suddenly spreading through their whole body when 4K’s smirk only grew wider, glancing at HD with a chuckle before he turned back towards XD. 

“Anywhere but there? Hm…you do actually make a compelling argument.” 4K sat back onto his heels, still straddling XD’s hips but moving his hands from hovering over the underside of their bottom set of arms. He tapped his finger to his chin as if contemplating what he should do next.

“I…I do?” 

“No idiot, get wrecked!” HD proclaimed through a fit of giggles, watching as 4K suddenly sprang forward and spidered his nails under XD’s bottom arms. They were screaming, hysterical laughter spilling into the air as they thrashed from side to side in their best attempt to throw 4K off balance to knock him off.

“You know XD, I think your upper set of arms is jealous,” XD could barely hear HD tease, but heard enough that they knew the deity was up to no good. “I think they need some attention, don’t you?” 

“Wh- HD, NOHO! NAHAHAHA!” The deity was wailing now, having two sets of wiggling fingers under all of their arms, scratching with precision at the middle of the sensitive spot to make the God howl. Even as XD pulled with all their strength, HD’s helper hands were much too strong for them to even dream of escaping, too aware of how pathetic their struggling would look. 

“You know, I think you can handle one other thing I’ve been dying to try on you, XD.” 4K commented nonchalantly, the lack of care for XD’s current predicament sending the God reeling from the way the pair was acting like this was some everyday activity. 

XD’s laughter jumped an octave when suddenly 4K took his left hand and pulled up their robe, a huge smile breaking through as XD visibly struggled harder. A second later there were raspberries being spread across their tummy, the pale skin beneath 4K’s lips turning bright pink from embarrassment. 

“NAHAHA! N-NOHOT AT THE SAHAHAME TIHIHIME!” XD was kicking harder, the clouds around their boots moving with the wind from his thrashing. 

“Yes at the same time!” HD giggled, watching as 4K returned his skittering fingers under their arm again before he leaned back down, blowing the biggest raspberry on XD’s lower tummy. But as soon as 4K started nibbling on their tummy with his fangs, XD’s booming laughter fell into silent cackles, their head thrown back and mask almost falling off to the side.

4K noticed this and slowly stopped the tickles, HD following suit and reaching forward to situate the God’s mask. XD sat up slowly when 4K rolled off of him and pressed himself close into XD’s side, laying next to them in the clouds. 

“Well….that was fun. Tickling is tiring.” 4K chuckled as he slipped his arms behind his head and shut his eyes, feeling tiredness in his eyes from all the playful fighting. 

Suddenly 4K felt a weight on his waist, startling him and cashing his eyes to open quickly, only to find himself looking at a mask that was much too close to his face. 4K heard a little giggle and turned his head to the right, where HD was sitting next to XD, much like how he was previously with XD.

“G-Guys….we should rest! I bet you’re both exhausted!” HD scoffed at 4K’s remark, turning towards XD and grinning when he saw the matching smirk beneath the deity’s mask. 

“Not a chance.”

4K’s laughter rang out as fingers dug into his ribs, no further protests coming from him as the two took him apart piece by piece. The sky turned a bright orange once more, with streaks of reds and yellows all throughout. It resembled a fire, fitting for who was currently the victim of a thorough wrecking.

After a while, when all was said and done, the sky slowly returned to its calming hues of pale blues and purples, signaling the end of the gods' cycle of revenge.

[snexy-the-snail]

I love how soft your writing is! Reading one of your stories is like curling up in a blanket :3 I don’t know much about Percy Jackson but I have writing prompt/one shot idea if you’re up to it!

Percy ends up coming down with like the flu or something and Triton, who’s unfamiliar with human sicknesses, ends up freaking out thinking it’s something serious. He has the overwhelming urge to take care of his sick brother, and goes into super soft and gentle big brother mode and ends up nomming him and fussing over his well being. Meanwhile Percy is like “dude I’m not dying I promise” XD

AHHHH Thank you so much!??? ANd ABSOLUTELY I am always up for prompts- 

And yesses this is the easiest because Triton A. doesn’t go on land very often meaning the last time her heard of the flu it was genuinely a huge ass threat, it doesn’t help that Percy can be a big baby about being sick- 

I just love the sea fam all adoring Percy like it’s legit an addiction at this point)) 

Percy groans laying on a bench, sniffling in misery. He hated getting sick, water didn’t technically take it all away even if it did make him feel a little better. Having said that this headache was absolutely killing him. “I’m dying” he whines, scowling when Annabeth laughs lightly, sitting by a tree working on some architect designs. “I told you to go lay in your cabin seaweed brain.” She teases Percy squeezing his eyes shut trying to ignore the scratches of pencil on paper. 

“Ugh but that means leaving you alone.” He grumbles, coughing heavily causing him to groan again. “I need like- like mom’s cookies and some orange juice.” he cracks his eyes open to look at his girlfriend, huffing when she hums not even looking up from her drawing pad. “Do you even care that I’m dying?” 

“You’re WHAT!? Why haven’t you been taking to your healers? Perseus! We talked about caring for yourself!”  

Percy yelps falling off the bench groaning when he hits the ground. “Oh-ah..hey Triton?” He says clearing his throat before practically hacking up a lung. He winces knowing that he wasn’t exactly going to be let out of his brother's sight for a decent time. “Don’t you ‘Hey Triton’ me! You are dying and you’re- UGH You’re infuriating!” Percy isn’t too surprised to feel hands sitting him up, humming at the chill from the god’s hands. He forgot how cold Triton was and it was blissful.  

“I told him to go to the med bay.” Annabeth pipes up, finally looking up from her sketch pad. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Oh. Oh, she had totally planned this hadn’t, see? Staying quiet to keep him complaining- “You’re despicable wise girl.” He hisses out. 

Triton made a noise that Percy knew meant he was about to be totted around like a helpless toddler. “Wait! Wait, I’m not dying I’m actually fine- haha right? Just a little cold right Annabeth?” he hisses out looking pointedly at his girlfriend. He can’t help but relax more as Triton tucks him more against his body, the coolness of the god nearly making him melt. Deep sea coldness was bliss when you were sick, who knew? 

“I don’t know Lord Triton, you heard him, he’s dying.” Annabeth says sweetly, glancing at Percy with a smirk. He groans knowing fully that he is going to be smothered for the next few hours. Triton makes that weird, strangling noise again, causing him to roll his eyes as he was picked up like a tired toddler. It was slightly nice, not that he would ever admit it.  

“Not dying!”  

“You’re practically burning up! Why haven’t you- brother we spoke about this." Triton groans, holding Percy close to his chest. Percy letting out a low breath as his brother started walking towards the water. “Get better soon Percy.” Annabeth calls cheerfully. 

Jerk. He’d get his revenge. 

“The water isn’t gonna help I already tried that.” Percy grumbles closing his eyes as he leans more against his brother. The coolness was combating the fever he had been sporting for a few hours now. He swore it even was making his headache ease up. His nose wrinkles up when Triton stops suddenly causing him to let out a small whine. It was embarrassing being so- well childish near the god, but Triton never seemed to mind. The god let an apologetic murmur out, a hand running through his hair lightly tugging out any tangles. 

“Of course you have... What ails you little brother?”  

“Just the flu” 

Percy yelps when he's suddenly set down, his brother putting his hands on both his cheeks and staring at him intently with horror. “You hAVE WHAT!? Pereus! This is serious! Why haven’t you been in bed or resting- brother why haven’t you come to the palace for our healers!”  

Well..that was new. Percy hadn’t expected Triton to be this worried. “Woah, woah hey! It’s alright I promise I’ve had it before.” He says patting his brother’s hands, holding in a round of coughing. He had a feeling that wouldn’t help his case. “That brings me no comfort little brother. This Influenza is a dangerous matter, I have seen its effects.” Triton’s tone was seriously starting to freak him out. This was as bad as the time he got back from Tartarus. He swore Poseidon hadn’t technically left him alone for a hot second.  

“It’s different now, it's like- ah more inconvenience than anything I promise.” Percy offers his half-brother a reassuring smile, grabbing the God’s hands and taking them from his cheeks. Yeah, no that felt worse- he quickly put his brothers' hands back on his face humming at gentle coolness. “How it is simply an inconvenience if you are positively burning up.” Triton fusses, once again scooping him up into his arms. At this point he was too tired to care and honestly it was nice having someone other than his mother to soothe him. “Don’t take me to dad please I just... I feel like I'd be better up here.” He grumbles instead closing his eyes, 

Triton sighed heavily and they were moving again. The blissful coolness of his brother’s body soothing his fever. He hums quietly pressing closer against his brother, tucking his head in the crook of the god’s neck.  

“You truly have no concept of calling for aid, do you?”  

“It’s just a cold.” 

“And last time it was just a few monsters, or just a nightmare, it’s always just something Perseus.” Triton looks down at him with concern, Percy grimacing and ducking his face further into the crook of his brother’s neck. It was different with his mom; he didn't lie to her per say but..he left a few details out. She wouldn’t understand. Not truly. 

“Because it’s nothing, I can get through it I always do.” He mumbles, relaxing once Triton steps into the cabin. The sea salt air washing over him in a soothing matter. The fountain in the middle expands drastically until it’s more of a small swimming pool. Triton steps in, his arms still wrapping around his body protectively. 

 “You aren’t anymore.” 

That stung. He stays quiet until he dissolves into a wave of coughing, pushing back slightly from Triton, wheezing as he tried to get some air into his lung after the fit. Hands press into his back rubbing soothing circles, his brother murmuring something in Atlantean. “Let us take care of you now that we’re allowed little brother.” Percy bites his lip, trying to sink lower into the water to avoid any eye contact with the God. Allowed too was a funny thought. They hadn’t been allowed too, not at first. Less for Amphitrite and Triton but they hadn’t been his biggest fans until his little trip to Atlantis. Something about him screaming in his sleep and wailing.  

Embarrassing stuff to sum up. Things he had tried so hard to hide from everyone else but for some reason stubbornly came to the surface when at Atlantis. He winces when Triton tilts his chin up forcing him to look into the God’s eyes. He always felt so small in any of the sea family’s presence...didn’t help that half the time they were physically larger.  

“I’m fine Triton, I promise.” He ignores how his voice cracks. Relief floods his system when the god lets an annoyed sigh out before guiding him closer, the water cooling down as he did so. It had no right to feel as good as it did. Percy practically collapsed against his half-brother struggling to keep his eyes open. A hand starts carding through his hair, brushing strands away from his face. “Little brother...you look nowhere near ‘fine’ right now..please cease your stubbornness for even just a minute.”  

He would've stuck his tongue out in protest but being in cool water combined was making him sleepy, not only that he was sure Triton was going to make sure that he stayed laying down. Instead, he stubbornly stayed quiet, keeping his eyes closed as he focused on the blissful chill the water and his brother brought.  

“You’re merely a child...so rest. You’ve done so much for the world, allow yourself to rest little brother.”  

Percy decided to not comment on the fact he was being shifted in a very suspicious manner that most likely meant that Triton was getting to his godly height. He whines when the support shifts from leaning a glint his brother's body to just what he was guessing was his brother’s hand. Ugh that totally meant he was getting one ticket to tummy town then.  

Triton apparently took this as compliance because the next thing he knew he was being lifted up into the air, water trickling down into the fountain turned pool. He lets a tired breath out letting his body be guided, his feet pressing into a chill that started to envelope his body. He cracks his eyes open, huffing as he his legs slowly  

passed between his brother’s teeth. They were less shark like than usual which was odd..ugh he’d ask later his vision was blurring just from thinking now. Lazily he sticks his arms up as Triton swallows firmly his legs being drawn into his throat. A small whine draws from him, Percy a tad surprised to get a croon back. The vibrations tickled him as the noise washed over his senses.  

He closes his eyes against mischievously patting triton’s upper lip, smiling victoriously as he feels it twitch upwards. Ha! At least he wouldn’t have to deal with serious Triton after this whole thing. He lets a breath out mentally preparing himself as Triton swallowed again, the sound rolling over him as he’s sucked inside his brother’s mouth. He knew if he opened his eyes a soft glow would great him but..he couldn’t stand the idea of opening his eyes now.  

Maybe it would be nice to just..rest. The muscles roll over him invitingly pulling his body further down. The rhythmic pulling further relaxed his body. When was the last time this week he had actually gotten rest? If he wasn’t currently being supported by the surrounding environment, he was sure his head would roll to the side. His feet hit open air, and soon he plops inside the larger chamber. A small breath escapes him as his lungs are free from the firm pressure of muscle. It was still gross he decided but...the chill and rippling of plush stomach walls was oddly inviting.  

“Rest little brother, there is no reason for you to not. Your friends and betrothed are safe...there are no fights to be won, just rest.”  

Triton’s voice is soothing like waves on the shore. The image of water gently rolling across the sandy beaches helpfully dancing in his mind. It wasn’t like Triton was wrong either, everyone was at their camps safe..there wasn’t a battle to prepare for it was just...Quiet.  

“She’s, my girlfriend.” He mumbles in protest, scowling when a chuckle slides him around gently in a swaying motion. They had the argument multiple times, and he could practically see the fond smile on Triton’s face. 

“Yes yes, your girlfriend.” His brother appeases him. Percy snorting and leaning against the welcome touch of his brother’s hand through layers of muscle. The familiar circular motion making him hum, trying not to fall asleep right there and then. Things started to blur together, more so when Triton, the bastard, started humming an old Atlantean lullaby that seemed vaguely familiar.  

Oh well sleep would be good for being sick...

[clearwillow]

"What would you tell her, if you were to talk to her on the phone?"...”You haven't heard her voice in a few years. Doesn't that make you want to pick up the phone?"

Hired Help, chapter 7

Hadn’t drawn Hired Help Inuyasha in a while, and like I told patrons, it was only supposed to be a doodle. And then it escalated into this XD This picture actually inspired part of chapter 7, but then my brain wouldn’t stop and it created a “what if” situation that only goes so far before it fizzles out, so I dunno if I’d give it a proper chapter. I might be able to revisit it in another way later on. But anyway, it’s senior year Inuyasha.

Big file’s on patreon, and if you’re a patron and you’re also on discord, you get bonus discord access! Over in the server I dropped all of the layers I have for this particular file, if you’re interested in that kind of stuff. I used a different coloring approach than usual and you can see each layer’s settings in the screens in case you want to see how it looks in your own art.

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[darkgreenandbloodred]

This is going to be very predictable of me, but XD

Joly + very small baby

“I swear, I’ll be right back, just got to go pick up our dinner!” Musichetta had said before running out the door, leaving Joly alone with Marius and Cosettes 15 month old. The two needed a date night and Musichetta volunteered to watch little Catherine. She had just barely started walking and saying words. Joly doesn’t get a chance to protest babysitting her, if only for a few minutes.

“Ba…” She says, running over to a ball on the floor and rolling it hesitantly.

“Oh, yes, very good.” Joly smiles tightly, despite going through every worst case scenario in his head, and how he could mitigate said scenarios.

She walks over and pats his cane. “Mamama!”

“Cane.” He says simply. She stares up at him with her big brown eyes, and he feels compelled to explain further. “It helps Uncle Joly walk. I have sickle cell anemia. And a few other diagnoses as well but, well…that’s the big one.”

“Jo!” She squeals, patting his cane and then walking back over to the ball.

He smiles. “You look like your father. And you’re already about as smart as him, too. That’s very good.”

“Good.” Catherine repeats, and then he remembers how Cosette was saying that she was in her repeating stage.

“Yes, that’s right! Good!” He affirms proudly, and when Musichetta comes back a few minutes later, Catherine becomes alert.

“Dada!”

“Just me, little one.” The woman smiles sympathetically, slipping her shoes off before turning her attention to Joly. “Have you heard from Bossuet on what time he is getting home, honey?”

“Ah, I haven’t even checked my phone.” Joly says and then he squints at his screen. “Oh. He actually needs picked up, probably. Missed the train.”

Musichetta snorts. “Of course he did. Poor man can’t catch a break, can he? Well, ehm, I’m sorry, I don’t want to leave you alone with her for much longer, though. I can take her with me.”

“Aw, that’s okay, love.” Joly smiles, looking back at Catherine. “We were having some nice conversations. I can keep her while you go.”

“You sure?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, go on. Rescue our man.” He teases and she just laughs and rolls her eyes.

“Bye! Bye-bye!” Catherine waves as Musichetta walks out the door.

“Bye, sweet girl!” She laughs, but once the door closes again, Catherine starts to cry.

“Oh! Oh no, what’s wrong?” Joly asks softly, eyebrows knit together in worry. He wasn’t prepared for crying.

Catherine comes over, and lays her head on Joly’s knee, wailing. “Up!” She sobs.

“Up?” Joly asks nervously. “You want me to pick you up?”

“Up!” She says, and then crying turns into screams that frankly, Joly just can’t handle. He scoops her up, sitting back now as he pats her back nervously. “It’s alright, you don’t need to cry! Musichetta will be right back. And Mama and Papa too.”

“Papapa!”

“I know, Catherine.” He sympathizes, and after a few minutes her crying dies down into whining, and then into soft snores. He feels somewhat proud of himself when Bossuet and Musichetta come in the door.

“Well, look at you, The Baby Whisperer.” Musichetta teases, slipping off her shoes again.

“How cute.” Bossuet chuckles. “You know, you would be a good father.”

“You think so?”

“Definitely,” Musichetta adds in, “one day. “

“One day.”

[solo-adventurers-guild]

Using the power of solo rpg I have simulated having friends who want to play a ttrpg with me! “Pettish” by katamoiran is the game, alongside oracles and some make-believe.

I am the game master. The three imaginary players are RenRen (wants to save the day), Sharon (wants to fuck shit up), and “The Dragon.” I did not invite The Dragon. I don’t know how The Dragon found me. They simply appeared with cookies one day and a vague prophecy of doom. They’re really interested in the game tho so I let it slide.

I haven’t even started the actual campaign yet, I’m too interested in rolling for small talk and which one shows up late XD — 🐉 anon

You know I hadn’t heard of Pettish before- what a cool way to approach solo ttrpgs!

Have a great time with your imaginary players, anon!

[kitsaystransrights]

Okay I’m starting a new series on here called “I just finished this game” where I gush about a game I just finished.

Anyway, if you’re a fan of musicals, visual novels, or Greek mythology, you NEED to play Stray Gods.

If you haven’t heard of it before, Stray Gods is a visual novel with branching story routes, but it has the twist of also being a musical! Many of the game’s major choices take place in the songs themselves, and the songs will actually changed based on your decisions! Each song has numerous different permutations based on around 3-5 choices in each one. I recommend checking out Challenging a Queen, one of the early game songs that’s relatively light on spoilers, to see how some of the choices really add some spice to the game and weave through the songs.

The game’s story just follows Grace, a 20-something girl who witnesses the death of Calliope, the Last Muse, and to make matters worse, she has inherited her powers and role. The Chorus, leaders of the remaining Greek gods (known as Idols), give Grace one week to prove her innocence before she is executed, and the line of Calliope is gone forever.

Accompanying her on this journey are a variety of gods, monsters, and her mortal (strictly platonic… strictly) roommate, Freddie. The cast of Stray Gods is easily its best aspect, full of lovable and complex characters, leaving you laughing a lot, sobbing sometimes, and sometimes not knowing who to trust. And when it’s backed up by a fantastic voice cast, and nearly every character getting their own song if not multiple, I’d be astounded if you managed to get through the game without getting attached to SOMEONE lol.

(For the record, my favorite characters are Freddie, Persephone, and Aphrodite hehe)

And of course, what’s a musical without its music? The soundtrack of Stray Gods is absolutely incredible, even beyond the incredible amount of work and dedication it took to integrate so many variations of all the songs in the game. Lots of variety with the genre, sometimes even changing in the middle of a song! If I haaad to pick a few favorites, I suppose it’d be The Ritual, Look Into Me, and If Only. I’m a sucker for the emotional songs, but Look Into Me is suuuuuch a banger, it feels so threatening and I LOVE it.

OKAY now I’m gonna gush about my favorite parts of the story and get all spoilery so if you don’t want to be spoiled, DON’T KEEP READING! Go play the game yourself! Iirc it’s on all current platforms. Enjoy :)

So HOLY SHIT APHRODITE’S SONG HIT ME LIKE A BRICK??? I love the moral dilemma her whole cycle of rebirth puts you in, deciding whether to honor her wishes and let her die again or to convince her to find peace in life rather than trying to forget. I tried SO HARD to save her without forcing her and she ended up passing on anyways.

Persephone’s character is also SOOOO well done here, the reinterpretation of her story where she kills Hades is a fantastic direction to take her character. She ended up being my main investigative partner for the game and I did NOT regret it. I almost ended up romancing her, and I definitely will on my next playthrough, but I didn’t this time because of…

Freddie!!! Freddie absolutely rules and is my favorite character in the whole game. Mortal Greek mythology nerd who is super gay and wears a cool hat, how could I NOT love her??? My heart was completely torn to shreds when she died, and even though I knew she had to be able to come back somehow because you could romance her, the fury it raised in me made me blaze through the last four hours of the game and finish it in one sitting XD.

And JEEZ the way they let you bring her back is so well done. It’s not outright good or bad, it’s complex! Freddie and Grace are both traumatized by her death and resurrection, and the fact that you went against Freddie’s wishes and passed the line of Calliope onto her just makes it even more interesting from a storytelling perspective. It’s part of what makes If Only one of my favorite songs in the game. And of course, I’m a sucker for stories of unrequited love like Freddie’s is for Grace and now I’m gonna feel so guilty romancing anyone else 😭. Freddie is so relatable istg.

Anyways uuuuuh that’s all I have to say, maybe I’ll do a full review on my YouTube? Thanks for checking this post out tho! Okay bye :)

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 121 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: baking something with apples

This is the last episode with my favorite ambiance track :´) We haven't heard it at all in S3. All in all, the ambiance music in S3 got a lot less melodic than the one in S1 and S2. Although, S2 already used the less melodic tracks as well.

Oh right, the Patreon thanks are starting now! I haven't given all of them a listen, I think I'll do it here. 

To add something about Jon's coma: I read in a post yesterday that someone wondered how they even found out Jon was still alive. I'm kind of guessing there is something like Section 31 in medical as well. People who are somewhat trained for "weird" cases, even though they don't understand them. To fix that plot hole I'd say Elias called in, telling them this particular person is still alive even though he's neither breathing nor has a heartbeat. And considering, that Jon is dreaming, I'd headcanon his closed eyes rapidly moving.

OLIVER: "Um. Hello, Jon. Do you… mind if I call you Jon? I, I mean, you don’t actually know me. It’s just, well. 'Archivist.' It’s so formal, isn’t it?" Reasons why I love Oliver Banks, exhibition #658 xD No seriously, I think Oliver Banks is one of the most interesting Avatars out there and I'd say he's my favorite of all those Avatars we only meet tangentially. Death is such a complicated subject in itself and Oliver makes it look so... neutral. I mean, the End in itself appears relatively inactive, not having a Ritual and all. Anyway, Oliver calls Jon by his (human) name, is even unsure if he's allowed to do that, since they don’t "actually" know each other. But he respects that this is, who Jon is. Who he wishes to remain, regardless of which choice he’ll make. Oliver thinks of this although he has kind of lost touch with his name(s), since he'll just take any identity which works best for him at the moment.

OLIVER: "And I do kind of know you…? Haven’t had much choice, really. Dreams are like that, you know." I really, really wonder what that means. Did he see Jon's life hanging by a thread. Did he see nothing at all because he’s in a place where the End can’t touch him? Or does he already see a root piercing his heart? Does Jon actually have any agency in this? (He has been denied to die once before, MAG 101...)

OLIVER: "No matter how lucid you think they are, there’s always that part that just drags you along." Meta-comment about said agency?

OLIVER: "That’s how it works, right? Give you a terror; give you a dream?" Oliver in his dreams being like "Alright, I'm done checking out how person A, B and C will die, time for my Point Nemo date with Jon..."

Hmm, is there a soft crackling sound in the background?

"So. My name is Oliver Banks. In my other statements, I used the name Antonio Blake" When I was first listening I still could recall the general premise of MAG 11 quite well, including the name of the statement giver. So I already had my suspicions after all this talk about dreams, especially when talking about Gertrude. And then he says this sentence! I love those "I knew it!" moments^^

"I knew exactly what I had to do. He didn’t look anything like me, not really" Not really! Iirc, this season will have tons of not reallys. So I'll start counting! S4 Not Really #1

"There were a couple of marine biologists on board, a meteorologist, an engineer, someone who called herself a “macro-ecologist” – though at times, she looked almost as out of her depth as I did." Fake it till you make it!

“This too shall pass.” If I had a nickel for every podcast with a troubled, with eye imagery associated Eldritch character named Jo(h)n who owns a mysterious lighter and had a life altering experience while in a coma I'd have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice...

"The rest of the crew didn’t seem to notice, walking through the immense, grasping tendrils like they weren’t there at all" Wasn't there something about "TMA will not have tentacles!"? xD

"But I barely got the first word out before the falling satellite debris hit the ship at 200 miles an hour, killing us instantly." So, did Oliver just walk on the ocean floor back to London?

OLIVER: "Honestly, I’m still not exactly sure why I’m here. But you know better than anyone how the spiders can get into your head. Easier to just do what she asks." More of the Web shenanigans to make sure Jon stays on the right path...

OLIVER: "Oh, I, I’m a friend. Of Jon’s." GEORGIE: "Are you, now." OLIVER: "Uh, y-yes." I mean, Oliver seemed to be a kind of hesitant type there at the beginning of the episode. But this seems like he's a bit intimidated? Considering this is no-fear-because-touched-by-the-End Georgie, it would fit.

OLIVER: “…have I upset you, miss –” GEORGIE: “No, you just remind me of someone.” OLIVER: “Ahhh, I’m sorry! Were they –” GEORGIE: “Evil. Yes.” Hm, another throwback to MAG 101,“Is a thing evil when it simply obeys its own nature?” What makes someone evil? It sounds like Georgie is implying that she considers Oliver evil as well? But if we going by that definition, Jon would be evil as well.. I think Oliver and Jon are quite similar. Neither of them asked for this but here they are.

GEORGIE: [sigh] "Sorry about that, but you really don’t need friends like tha…" Arg, this makes me so angry again! This constant patronizing... Georgie knew this was an End avatar, I mean she said he reminded her of someone evil - the corpse who took her fear. What was she thinking Oliver was doing here? That he had come and finally claim Jon? And she shooed him away because she didn't want that? Because she's not too happy about him waking up either, so was that the reason she wanted Oliver nowhere near Jon? Status quo can’t remain forever. So what's it gonna be? A dead human friend? Or an alive something-else friend?

@a-mag-a-day