#i get delirious if i try 😔

[kitticula]

healing from brain damage is definitely the worst injury ive ever had to heal from so far 😞 this shit is so difficult yall

[edwardslvrr]

SUZUKA BIRTHDAY 𐙚 oscar piastri

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the one where it’s oscar’s birthday and his girlfriend couldn’t be there

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oscarpiastri my smart ass girlfriend, i love you

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landonorris get over here, oscar won’t stop whining 😑

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yourinstagram happiest birthday to the loml! he’s 23 today, on this beautiful saturday, qualifying day!! (get pole position or we’ll break up) (jk) you are the coolest bf i could ever ask for, i love you so much! hope you love your suprise later 🫢💋☹️❤️🫶🏼 #gomclaren

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username oscar birthday win pls

username what’s the suprise i wanna know

oscarpiastri i love you! (please don’t break up with me)

yourinstagram ilove you more (get pole position.)

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oscarpiastri 23! getting old.. and p6 for tomorrow, let’s go 🧡

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username aww baby oscar

yourinstagram sadly didn’t get my pole position, but i’ll let it slide cus you’re cute and i like you as my bf

oscarpiastri thank you, i tried☹️

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username happy birthday oscar!!

username get that win tomorrow💪

username that cake looks good😋

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[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 ♡︎

characters: sub!blade x nb!dom!reader

warnings: fingering, dacryphillia, overstimulation, sensitive virgin bladie <3

notes: a gift for @theblades. can we get an f in the chat for our bestie here because she suffered on the blade banner ✊😔(i did too) also this is more like a drabble tho

hands keeping his legs up and in place, the most cruelest and coldest stellaron hunter couldn’t help but whine and sob deliriously like a common whore as your fingers squelch into his hole again and again. it was bound to happen sooner or later anyways. you’ve been tolerating blade’s annoying ass for too long.

so the least you can get is to see the bastard’s sobbing face as he brokenly pleads for a break♡︎.

angling your fingers so that it would hit his prostate again and again harshly every time your fingers would sink into him, you ignored the immortal’s pleads for a minute of break. to let him breathe properly. to just let himself be able to collect his thoughts even for a fucking second—

“[n-name]! puh-pleaseee!! a… a break! a break pleasheee♡︎♡︎” his voice trails off into a high pitched squeal as his cock lets out another spurt of cum, painting his own stomach white. poor little bladie, can’t even talk properly without tripping over his words or getting his words caught up in a sob.

so fucking pathetic.

just unraveling under you all because he was being a petty bitch. and only by two fingers too.

feeling you add in a third finger into his stretched, lubed up hole, the immortal couldn’t help but keen loudly.

back arching off of the bed so prettily, fat globs of tears rolling down his cheeks over and over like a waterfall, drool slipping past his lips as he lets go of his legs. instead his hands reached out to you. one on your shoulder, the other wrapped around your wrist weakly as if wanting to push you away but not really trying.

“i thought i told you to keep your legs up yourself, bladie” you couldn’t help but growl out, angry at him for failing even a simple task.

hearing the anger in your voice, the stellaron hunter clenches around you like some sort of a harlot. whines and slurred gibberish flowing out of his mouth, probably asking for forgiveness. oh well, not like you were going to give it to him without putting him in his place.

throwing one leg over shoulder, your free hand goes to stroke at his angry red cock to the tempo of your fingers. aeons, were you trying to fucking kill him?

your hand wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping him easily thanks to the great amount of cum you used from his stomach. fingers stretching him wide open to the point he accidentally mistook your fingers as a cock fucking him open in his lust drunken mind.

“fuCK—! fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck! [n-name]~ puh-pleashe! pleaaaANGH! uhn! uhn!♡︎♡︎“ high pitched squeals and moans resembling a girl’s coming out of his mouth, blade could barely even properly see your grinning face looking down at him with such cruel thoughts. even if he begged and cried, tried to crawl away from you, you weren’t going to let him leave tonight.

just a simple squeeze to the tip of his angry red dick with a few harsh jabs to his prostate got him shooting blanks on his stomach. he was so fucked throughly he could no longer even properly cum anymore. poor, pathetic thing.

the hand that was wrapped around your wrist now instead pulls your hand closer to his stretched open hole, almost as if he was asking you to fuck him open. to keep hitting his prostate with your fingers. to fuck him stupid with just your hands alone.

through wet lashes batting up at you, sniffles and weak whimpers, blade speaks up again. but this time asking for something else.

“please…? kuh— gckk♡︎♡︎ keep going..?“

oh yes. you certainly weren’t letting him go until he’s properly put in his place♡︎.

[hp-hcs]

mattheo riddle if you beat the shit out of him in a fistfight <3 — mattheo riddle x gn! reader

Requests open

implied Slytherin (non-pureblood reader)

tws: violence… duh

OOC. LIKE AS OOC AS IS POSSIBLE. i am so sorry for whatever this is 💀 i’m like, borderline delirious kind of sick, so that’s my excuse ig 😌

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homeboy is not doing fine

his bruised ego 😔

he’d been teasing you for years with his group of lackeys, and you just snapped

he made a comment that went too far about your blood status, talking shit about your family

you just dropped your shit, spun around, and decked that mf

obviously he wasn’t fuckin expecting that, so he just kinda froze like 👊💥😳🧍‍♂️

he has no idea what to do

((he’s also just a little bit turned on bc manwhore duh))

everybody in the hallway freezes too like,

“you dumb bitch the fuck are you doing??”

his friends are jeering, and he just kind of shakes his head like a goddamn etch-a-sketch and like, gently shoves you back by your shoulders (cause you cute bae 🩷 he don’t wanna ruin that pretty face of urs <3)

you, on the other hand, are just ready to FUCK someone UP

and if that someone turns out to be the dark lord’s son, c’est la vie

he makes one more lame attempt at a scathing comment and you just fucking TACKLE him

you’re on top of him (not like that you silly little sluts get your mind outta the gutter) in the middle of the hallway just beating the s h i t out of him

homeboy has no idea what to do lmfao

lowkey he’s falling in love just from your knuckles smashing his face in (masochist manwhore)

he def thinks it’s hot as fuck

one of the professors comes to separate yinz, (probably hooch, cause there ain’t no way she puts up with any shit) and has to fucking DRAG YOU OFF of him

he's got like, a broken nose, a busted lip, a probably-going-to-become-a-black eye, and yk, decimated ego

but he’s just looking at you with those fuckin PUPPY DOG eyes

🥺

congrats, he’s obsessed

he won’t shut up about you for the rest of the day, to his friends, his enemies, madam pomfrey when he’s in the hospital wing…

they're all like “ah. i see the mommy and daddy issues are making an appearance”

when you get out of detention and go back to the common room, he LEAPS off of the couch and over to you

you’re standing there with still-bloody knuckles and a try me, i dare you face

he apologizes profusely, like, to a kind of pathetic extent

you’re like “dude, you’re not pureblood either, dipshit”

he got called out 😔

you apologize for OvErReAcTiNg (you had to apologize as part of your detention & punishment lmfao) and getting ‘unnecessarily violent’

and cause manwhore he’s just like “oh no it’s fine that was hot”

y/n: 😶🤨🫠

he’s got a lil giggle ✨

literal heart eyes for you

so ur like “yeah i gotta mess with this guy even more”

you kiss his cheek and make his brain stop working

baby is bluescreening rn

he then ends up shadowing you for the rest of the week, following a half-step behind you wherever you go like a lil puppy

(i’m of the opinion that he’s just a slightly more violent golden retriever white boy)

((i’m not saying himbo but himbo))

walk him like a dog, sis

alexa, play lovefool by the cardigans

he’s ur bitch now, enjoy <3

[squinch-depraved]

schlatt waking you up and using you however he wants (ib an irl experience kinda?? also first fic i've shared let's gooo sorry it's so short and possibly bad i wanted to get my first real post out on his birthday 😔) (shaking crying scared throwing up pls be nice to me)

you weren't sure when exactly you woke up. maybe it was when the door first creaked open and shut, quickly and quietly. maybe somewhere in the next few stagnant silent seconds in which he seemed to contemplate what he was doing, his broad frame pausing in front of the exit just long enough to think, fuck it, before his footsteps led him to the side of your bed. maybe it was when you felt his cock on your face and heard, "smile, toots," just to open your eyes to a bright flash. he was sitting on you now, pinning you down and smacking his throbbing shaft all over your face. a small whimper forces its way past your lips and he laughs.

"j, 'm so tired," you whine.

"you're the one who said i could use you whenever." he grips your chin in one hand when you try to turn away.

"didn't say you could take pictures," you retort, grabbing a pillow and hiding under it.

"needed something for when we're apart. now stop fuckin' talking, or i'm gonna ruin you even worse than i already plan to." the pillow is thrown off the bed before he's even done speaking. "and don't hide this pretty little face when i'm lookin' at it." he pauses for a moment, and then spits on your face. it's humiliating. it's pathetic. but it makes you so, so wet. and he can tell.

he throws your blanket somewhere, and you sigh because you know once he's done with you you'll have to get out of bed to go get it again. unimportant and worth it compared to what's about to happen. a grin lights up his face when he notices you aren't wearing anything but one of his sweaters.

"fuck, doll," he breathes. "were you expecting this or somethin'?" dipping his finger into your slick and bringing it to his mouth, he groans. "never mind, i don't fucking care, just- ugh, just keep lookin' pretty while i use you like the stupid toy you are."

you squeal as he slides himself between your legs and wastes no time slamming himself into you.

"god, toots, slid in so easily, huh? you that wet for me?"

he snickers when you can't say anything back, too sleepy and delirious from his dick to manage a reply. one hand comes up to wrap around your throat while the other holds himself steady as he pounds into you at a relentless pace. what was, before this, a quiet bedroom, is now a dark, echoey chamber of moans and grunts, skin on skin sounds bouncing off the wooden furniture and slate grey walls. pleasure dances through your limbs, settling as an ever-building burning deep in your core. you try to speak with his hand still around your neck.

"j, 'm gonna-"

"i don't care, y/n, either come on my cock or don't but shut up," he pants.

and so you do. you come undone, digging your nails into his back through his sweater. a few moments later, he speeds up a bit and grunts, burying his face into your neck and spilling a rather large load into you. you both stay there for a few minutes, content and unsure of what to say. finally, he looks up at you and smiles slightly.

"sorry. i, uh. i just needed. that," he mumbles. you pet his hair and kiss his forehead.

"get the fuck off me so i can clean up and sleep."

[borathae]

Sibi my queen regent, I’m back with another request 👭👸 I’m missing MV Yoonkook recently so I was wondering if can we have HCs for them? Smutty or fluffy or angsty just anything my queen regent please 🙏🏾💜

Ah yes my darling anonie is back ehehwhe I’m still loving the nickname ✊🏻😔💜 ALSO YES I’M IN CONSTANT SANGUIS YOONKOOK BRAIN ROT I SHALL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT 👀🤪 all three because I like pain :)

Yoongi has nightmares about losing Kook

you must know that he doesn’t show how much he feels for the younger vampire

but it’s a lot

and he has nightmares about losing him

he tries to protect him in said nightmares

tries to fight whatever is killing his Kook

tries to run faster

or warn him louder

but he never wins, destined to watch his Kookie die

Yoongi wakes up sweaty whenever he dreams of it

and he'll lie there paralysed for a few moments and tears will escape his eyes

he'll be silent, but his chest will be tight and he will be shaking against his will

he refuses to fall back asleep when it happens

so he'll leave bed for a drink

taking it with his trembling hand barely holding the glass

sometimes he'll even leave his wing to get fresh air

whenever he does, he'll linger by Jungkook’s door, trying so hard to listen for him

Yoongi only feels at peace once his breathing meets his ears

one night, Yoongi woke up from an especially brutal nightmare and he went for a walk

he tried to linger by Jungkook’s door again but his breathing never came

and so Yoongi panicked, he panicked so much

he tried opening the locked door, fought for air, tried not to cry again

until a sweet, yet worried voice behind him said "hyungie? What are you doing?"

And Yoongi turned, looked at Jungkook who just came home from a night run

and he felt his knees buckle in relief

"What are you doing, silly boy? Where the fuck were you?" he pressed out and then pulled Jungkook into a tight hug

Kook accepted it, although very confused

"Don’t scare me like that. I thought something happened to you."

"Hyungie, I just went for a run because the night is nice."

"Doesn’t matter, you should have told me. Something could have killed you."

Jungkook laughed because he found his words a little dramatic at first

but then he smelled the distraught and worry on Yoongi and he didn’t laugh anymore

"Hyungie, what’s wrong?"

"Nothing. Just. You’re gonna sleep in my bed tonight. Understood?"

"Sure, yeah. Wait, I need to shower."

"Do it at my place."

and so Kook spent the night with Yoongi

where Yoongi spooned him as tightly as possible and refused to let him go all night

which wasn’t like him at all

but Jungkook didn’t dare to ask for more information because Yoongi smelled so peaceful again

Yoongi never told him of his nightmare and Kook never stressed him for it

but the two vampires had a good sleep that night, cuddling until the morning

also to give you something smutty as well

Jungkook woke up with Yoongi between his legs the next morning

his mouth was warm and soft and so nicely wet

and his big hands roamed the paths of his body tenderly

and Jungkook instantly found himself having to sigh Yoongi’s name

Yoongi didn’t leave the spot until he gave Jungkook not one or two, not even three, but four ecstatic highs

Koon twisted his hair for it and arched his back and by the forth one, he couldn’t even make noises anymore

Yoongi also told him to cancel all plans because he was NOT going to stop after the surprise morning head

by that point, he was delirious and high on Jungkook

his face was halfway contorted into his vampiric face and he lulled his words just a little

Jungkook mirrored his state, giving in to whatever Yoongi wanted even if he was incredibly sensitive between his legs

Yoongi was gentle though, of course he was

listen. This man lost his Kookie in his nightmare the night before and the desperate, lovestruck vampire needed to worship his beloved student like a goddamn king

and he did, trust me that he really really did

Kook definitely didn’t leave Yoongi’s wing thinking that the Creator didn’t want him

Oh no, he knew he fucking knew.

[applesooyoung]

body worship with sub mingyu 😭😭 i need

A request I never knew could be requested but never knew I needed 😔

• This one just came out after the both of you went shopping

• it's like a casual weekend bonding for the 2 of you

• not like you go there every weekend to buy stuff but just window shopping/eating at a new restaurant at the food court.

• But this is the weekend when you two actually bought something for yourselves

• you bought a new pair of sneakers and a video game while your best friend on the other hand, is buying himself some clothes.

• Everything was paid and both you went your way to your house

• your best friend was so excited to try on his new clothes

• so he didn't waste a jiffy the time you parked your car in your garage and just jumped out of your car.

• "Hey, Gyu! Calm down" you chuckled as you close the door

• "Nooooo, I can't" he childishly whined and you ruffled his hair

• you two went to your room and the boy went to your walk-in closet to try his clothes on

• while you sat yourself at the edge of your bed to try your new shoes

• a few minutes later, Mingyu came out of your walk-in closet

• shit-

• "So, uhm- what do you think?

• Oh this man is trying to end you

• he looks fucking fine what the fuck

• he walked out of the closet wearing that body-fit white button-up long-sleeve with that matching black pants and a red necktie.

• You just stared at him blankly

• "Hellooo~? Y/n?" he waved his hand in front of your face

• "Oh- uh, yeah you look cool"

• he then jumped to your bed and giggled like a kid

• "I'll change later, you have the comfiest and softest bed in town"

• he just laid there and you lifted the button-up from your best friend to reveal his heavily toned abs

• you don't know what happened, your hands just said do it without the brain commanding it.

• "H-hey, what are yo-you doing-"

• "Kim Mingyu, you're so pretty"

• he turned red, it complimented his pretty tanned skin

• "Do you want me to... err- take it off?" you deliriously nodded

• he started to take it off but you stopped him before he could get his hands out of the sleeves,, the long sleeve draped prettily on his bare skin

• he was fucking perfect

• "Can I touch you, Gyu?" "Mhm"

• your hands made their way to his v-line and up to his abs while you could hear him, stopping his moans

• "Oh god, baby boy" you uttered before placing a kiss on his left upper quadrant

• "Thank you, mommy" he hummed (I am so sorry for putting a mommy kink on every fic I can't stop myself from putting amsorrryyy 😭)

• your kisses traveled up on his chest, where the kisses turned to hickies

• his moans went breathy and his length is getting visible on his pants

• "You're getting hard huh?" you smirked while he avoided your sharp eyes

• "You want me to touch you, hm?" he nodded

• you started unzipping his pants to see he wasn't wearing anything under, he probably took them out earlier before he wore the pants for you

• all that aside, he has a monster cock. A veiny 9-inch with a flushed pink tip pooling with his warm precum

• what a slut

• this is a jackpot for a sub like him, he got that dom cock but let's just normalize subby babies with big dicks

• he was sensitive too as he whimpers oh so loud with your light touches on his dick

• "Mommy, careful- AH i-its sensitive" he bit his thumb

• "Oh Gyu, mommy can't guarantee to be careful especially when you look like this for me"

• you licked off the precum from his slit and placed more kisses on his dick

• He yelled so loud you're sure at least 4 of your neighbors heard his sinful cries

• "you have a gorgeous dick too, baby boy" you smiled

• you took his hands that were grabbing the sheets and kissed his palm

• you like it how your hand is ever so slightly bigger than his

• he turned red again

• he also has a perfect shoulder, perfectly angled 90, broad shoulder blades that were accentuated by his muscular biceps and that collarbone to die for.

• "God, wouldn't be a pity if I can't have you all to myself" you left a hickey on his neck

• "I'll be yours, I promise"

• you chuckled

• "So pretty for me"

• you stopped your actions and hungrily kissed him, you wanted to touch him more but you're spoiling him too much

• you slowed down your actions and got up

• you ruffled his hair and he smiled

• "I know you bought more so how about you also try them on and show them to mommy, how's that sound hm?"

[chaifootsteps]

I'll never stop, I'll never quit, 'cuz I'm Metallica Anon! 🤘 A few nights ago, I had a TADC related dream... and a very wild one that I somehow remember a lot of details.

It involved Caine becoming very sick and needing a cure. Problem is the cure for his disease is way beyond the circus grounds and in the mountains. Given that he's too weak to fly and get it himself, Caine selected Pomni to retrieve the cure. Pomni absolutely refused at first, but Caine then implied that the entire world of TADC would be wiped out if he dies, she reluctantly accepts. The others insist on going with Pomni, but Caine refused as he can let only one leave the grounds and that he still has authority despite being in a weakened state... and he also doesn't want to be lonely. Of course, Pomni is terrified just before embarking on her quest. However, Ragatha came by to give her some words of encouragement and a kiss, which helped ease Pomni's fears.

During her quest, Pomni encounters A LOT of whacky and dangerous obstacles that nearly kill her. At the same time, the others are trying to take care of Caine, who becomes more and more delirious. Hell, Jax even tried to exploit Caine in his weakened state... which backfires. Eventually, a battered and bruised Pomni returns with the cure, Caine is healed, and everything goes back to normal. Yay? 🙃

Unfortunately, no Metallica references in this dream. 😔

Your dreams are so narratively coherent, Metallica Anon. Mine are a blur of incoherent horny nonsense and stuff about malls.

Also, this is beautiful and I wish it were a real episode, because it sounds like it could be. Everyone's so perfectly in character and that kiss from Ragatha sounds adorable.

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Monster? I Hardly Know Her!

The Pearce Joza obsession lives on im afraid 😔

ao3

Prompt: "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Fandom: Mech-X4

Characters: Spyder, Harris, and Veracity

Summary: Spyder wakes up, delirious and injured after a monster attack. Harris plays severely unqualified nurse.

Trigger Warnings: injury, mentioned vomit, mentioned death

809 words

Something was screeching. High pitched and whiny, kinda reminding him of a school bell… was he at school right now? No, that didn’t sound right. If not there, then where was he?

He groaned, blinking his eyes open. The screeching didn’t go away. In fact, it only somehow got even worse. He couldn’t see that well, vision all… blurred. Did he normally wear glasses? He couldn’t remember. He was pretty sure he didn’t, but then why else would his eyes be so… messed up?

A dark shape loomed over him. His first thought: dad? His second: please not dad.

The screeching (which he was now beginning to realize was just a ringing in his ears) was polite enough to quiet down some. A win was a win.

“Spyder?” the shape called, sounding like it had come from underwater. Or maybe he was underwater… he really couldn’t tell. “Can you hear me?”

“Harris?” he attempted, throat so scratchy it was painful. He coughed, his lungs burning at the action. “Wh’s goin’ on?”

“Oh, thank god. You took a real bad hit… or, a couple, more accurately. Do you remember the fight?”

His brain felt like it was full of soup, so… probably not. Was that why everything sounded so far away? “Did I win?” he croaked, squinting at the Harris-shaped blob.

“You were sort of… unconscious for most of it. Veracity had to hop on weapons, it was… quite the experience. But yeah, we won.”

He moved to sit up, immediately regretting the attempt. His body curled in on itself on pure instinct, raw pain sprouting in his chest like a… plant or something. 

“Oh, shit, yeah, don’t move!” Harris said, words stumbling over themselves. “We still need to check you out. Leo went to get some supplies… um, on a scale of one to ten, how are you feeling?”

“Mmm, ‘ve had worse,” he slurred. “‘nt hear good…”

“You can’t hear good?” Harris clarified, getting a low groan in response. “Okay, okay, I’ll forgive the grammar this one time on that. Uhhh… how many fingers am I holding up?”

Spyder squinted at the shape of his friend, trying to focus on his where his hands probably were. “Mmm… twelve?” he guessed.

“Yeah, that’s… definitely not right. I’m gonna need to scan you, hold still, okay?”

It wasn’t like he had much choice. If he moved, he was half convinced he’d disintegrate on the spot. God, everything hurt. He’d been knocked around plenty in his life, and he’d definitely had worse, but jesus. It was like his insides were on fire.

But he couldn’t stay down. He couldn’t afford to be dead weight on the team, not even for a minute. Not when he was constantly teetering on the edge of their collective patience. Not after the day Harris had been infected with ooze, had screamed at him that he was always in the way. 

He needed to show them that he wasn’t just the useless fool who didn’t add anything to the team other than plain annoyance. Quickly. Before they realized that it really was all he was and kicked him to the curb. 

“Wh—stop trying to get up!” Harris ordered, pushing him back down. Spyder’s head spun violently, and he had to give himself a moment to swallow down a bit of puke. 

“I’m good,” he hissed through his teeth, doing his best to filter the pain out of his voice. “All good. We’re good.” He still couldn’t actually focus his eyes enough to see the expression on his friend/severely unqualified doctor’s face. 

“I will strap you down, I swear,” he insisted, obviously annoyed. 

“Kinky,” came the unexpected voice of Veracity from somewhere near the door. 

“Wh-that’s not what I — no!” Harris stammered. Spyder wished he could see how red he probably was. He bet it’d be cute. Harris always somehow was.

“Relax, dumbass,” she said with a half-laugh. “Anyway, how are you feeling, kid?” She asked, her voice closer, now. 

“Mmm…” he managed, re-assessing his body to check for pain. To his faint surprise, though it was still definitely there, it felt so… detached from him, now. He felt like he was dreaming. “I think ‘m dying.”

“What?” they both cried in deeply concerned unison. 

Spyder grinned in what he assumed was Harris’s direction. “Cause you look like an angel.”

“I hate gay people,” Veracity mumbled under her breath. 

“I assume,” he continued, “'cause I can’t actually like… see you.”

“That’s… a problem. What can you see?”

“Shapes’n colors,” he slurred, giggling slightly. His head felt like it was going to explode. To be perfectly honest, that did sound pretty sick, though. Not as sick considering it hurt like a bitch. “G’nigh… sweet prince…” he mumbled, hoping his friends would still be there when he woke up again. 

They probably wouldn’t be, but he could dream.

[writing-whump]

Hello dear Sol💕 it's ☕

Firstly sorry that I saw your answer 3 days late 😔 and secondly, thank you so much for your nice wishes💖 I believe I'll be good soon.

Anndddd what's wrong with your hand? I hope it's nothing major and doesn't cause much problems. Please be careful 🙏🏻

Ahh as for the fic.. well, I reeealllyy liked sick-Isaiah fics. You're awesome as always 🤩 if you're planning to write 3rd part for that and if you're trying to decide between Hector and Arnie..well I'd say Hector 🤍 I love Arnie a lot too but we read him recently stress induced migraines. But I'd really wonder if we can do something to Hex 🤔 Isaiah is already really sick and delirious, he doesn't even know what he's saying.. maybe he'll say something unconsciously that Hector cannot handle easily.. I've seen sick, angry, compassionate Hex..but what about lacerated and sad Hector? This could be interesting!

(+BTW I'm getting ready to be back very soon.. gathering some questions for your OCs, i really miss this. Can't wait!🎉)

Hey, ☕️-nonny!

No worries at all, sweetie! I hope you are resting and not stressing out now that exams are over.💕Glad to hear you are doing better! Best of wishes to push through to complete recovery. 🍀🍀🍀

Ehh, my arm doing way better, I can move it again, lol. It just still hurts at certain angles, can't carry anything heavy and driving is annoying 😅 might be bothersome for a few more weeks, but it's not broken, so summer is saved✨. Couldn't lift it at all the first three days after the fall and with it being my right hand, it was very uncomfortable. 🫠

I'm glad you liked the recent sick Isaiah 🤍 I should tone it down with him 😂 then again, fevers are rather straining with heart issues, so maybe this flu isn't a bad foreplay/additional factor for what comes. But there is still a bit of time until then...

Hector is getting the saddest feels here, but hehe, I can see ways to up it up a little 👀 definitely with the aftermath of the last fic.😉

I'm getting so many different ideas/asks for part 3 🥰 it's lovely to watch. I actually made a mind map out of the possibilities, lol 😂. Some of the ideas contradict each other, so I won't be able to include them all, buuuut it's very inspiring.

Thank you for stopping by, it's always lovely hearing from you! 💙✨

[psychesetra]

(i wish you weren't) not too tired to please; pov lily

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lily was more attentive than people thought.

she noticed how alex would gain a competitive grin when someone brought out a chessboard, how bertrand would occasionally swear in french, and sadly how alice would sometimes flinch at certain words, then quickly act as if nothing happened.

she also was also good at reading people’s emotions from their eyes alone.

alex was always filled with motivated fire in his eyes, bertrand often had a tired yet content look with his half-lidded eyes, and alice was always alert.

setra was always tired.

her eyes were always energetic, but there was an underlying tiredness hidden so well lily fell for the happiness nearly every time.

at first, she couldn’t understand why setra was tired. she really seemed like a perfect housewife; up at five, breakfast at six, house clean and shining by noon and lunch a delicious feast.

all of their rooms and anything related to them had meticulous detail, such as the more modern technology in lily’s, alex’s more forest-y wallpaper, so on and so forth.

during breakfast, their preferences were met with great attention, not a single thing out of place. alex had sweeter foods, waffles or pancakes and some hot chocolate with just a tinge of caffeine in it. azine had cup noodles every morning, despite setra’s obvious dislike for ‘that processed slop they call food.’ sethine had his fried egg and rice, even when setra really didn’t know where to get rice- and lily always had her turkish delight.

always, always, always, her mind repeated, always perfect. everything given to her was perfect. as if setra knew everything and anything about her. as if she twisted and turned to do anything for them. oh well, she thought, she might just be nice.

no. no she wasn’t.

one day, when lily had fallen sick, setra busied with her all day – chicken soup at her bedside, meds on the desk, crushed and mixed with water, room sparkling with how cleaned it had been, bed scented like flowers and blankets so soft it was like lily was on a cloud.

comparing it to when the others were sick or injured, they were treated much the same – and setra was the only exception.

despite how much she cared for the others like a mother hen, whenever it was her turn to be sick, no one really did the same. they tried, but setra insisted that she was fine, and on the surface, it really looked like she was.

but one must pay attention to details.

when sick, she was often more.. drunk, somewhat. lily can’t describe it any other way. setra was a little delirious when sick, losing the accent and talking in a southern drawl and sometimes even talking in french- bertrand refused to translate, however, saying some of the things she said were a little.. wrong.

back on track, however, after a little questioning, lily finally got her answer.

from what little she could understand, setra really was always tired. but the reason for her unfailing attention to detail was her determination to please.

apparently, she had an ‘obligation’ to, or else they would ‘go away.’

lily didn’t like what picture that painted.

so the next time setra was unable to do all of her normal tasks, lily decided she’d try and do the same.

she deserved it, anyway. maybe this way, her eyes would show some real happiness.

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can you guys tell i don't know how tumblr works yet i don't know how to put italics and bold 😔😔😔

also as someone who wants to be a psychologist i pray my writing of trauma (when i do actually write more traumatic stuff like literal murder and su!c!d3) will be good 😭😭

oh i'm not telling who's unaliving themselves btw but i have a very long description in my head of how

[fokispokis]

NEW AU JUST DROPPED!!! SIT DOWN AND LET ME TELL U

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This au is macaque central and basically nothing involving the other characters changes. Everything that happens in canon happens in this au and there is no change in the plot or timeline. BUT!!!! The main thing about this au is that it features my little homie, the nine-spirited lion, Yuansheng!! SO in peachbuds Yuansheng manipulates macaque into possession because he has six ears and is the only one able to hear him (or smth like that) and this au is based off of that!! It’s theorized that Yuansheng was a master manipulator at shadows and dark magic, his nine heads have a powerful bite that surpass sun Wukong’s power.

In my au, similar shit goes down. Sun wukong leaves to fight Buddha and leaves ffm to Macaque in case his return is… delayed. Yuansheng and Macaque have met before, however Yuansheng is not keen on getting his ass beat by wukong so their meetings are slim. Now that wukong is gone, he sees it as the perfect time to get into macaques feeble little head. He doesn’t posses him flat out, he starts small, manipulating him gaslighting him girlbossing if you will.

The moment he ACTUALLY possesses macaque is after erlang burns flower fruit mountain. Macaque feels small and powerless and no matter how high of a rank he’s granted he is still nothing but a pathetic monkey to the eyes of heaven. Yuansheng strolls up and he’s all like, “hey I got unfathomable power just let me use your body and I’ll beat the living poop out of erlang.” And so HE DOES

After the whole thing Macaque is absolutely PUMPED at the fact that he got to use magic- albeit not his own- BUT MAGIC NONETHELESS!!! He asks Yuansheng if he can stick around in case he needs to use his powers and he’s more than happy too!! (Maliciously)… Time goes by and Macaque and Yuansheng are good friends!! Buuut Yuansheng is still an evil bastard sorry to disappoint 😔 He starts to taint Macaque’s relationship with wukong and trying to completely cut his ties with him, constantly telling Macaque that he doesn’t deserve this kind of pressure and that Wukong was just abusing your loyalty (hypocritical LOL). At some point, it works and Macaque is absolutely SEETHING with anger. He decides to search for wukong and give him a piece of his newfound power. So macaque and Yuansheng set off!!!

They find wukong, macaque is delirious with anger and Yuansheng sees it as the perfect opportunity to possess macaque and kill wukong because he killed his grandchild that one time (or smth). Wukong recognizes that macaque is possessed and wukong being wukong figures the best way to get unpossessed is to BEAT THE LIVING SHIT out of macaque. Macaque did not expect him to have a 1 v 1 against his old friend but FUCK IT WE BALL!!! Macaque gets struck in the eye and this is when Yuansheng realizes “OH SHIT!!! This is not a good sign…”

(Side note, whatever happens to macaque does NOT happen to Yuansheng, Macaque is just a vessel).

Yuansheng pops out of macaque last minute and just watches wukong KILL HIM!!! Wukong is dripping with rage, and instead of mourning for his best friend, he zips off to try and find Yuansheng and make him atone for his sins. After hours of searching, he comes back empty handed and goes back to his journey in hopes that it’ll give him a distraction.

When the coast is clear Yuansheng returns to Macaque and tries to possess him again, to try healing him. When he can’t seem to access macaque’s spirit he realizes he’s dead, like DEADASS DEAD. For some reason this hits Yuansheng hard and he starts sobbing profusely. Usually he doesn’t attach himself to his vessels but Macaque :(.

Que the whole LBD resurrection sequence and macaque is back! He comes face first to Yuansheng throwing up all over the floor and he’s like “Erm…. Akwaaaaard.”

Blah blah blah they reconcile or smth idk still working on this part. Macaque tells Yuansheng that they need to work on teamwork and rather than Yuansheng just possessing macaque, macaque eases into the use of magic and they let their powers intertwine instead of feed off of each other. So they do that and they become a powerful and awesome duo!!!

I like to think during that whole era, those two bounced their habits off of eacother. Like, Yuansheng can do a monkey grimace, climb trees, search for ticks, and mimic monkey sounds. And macaque can hiss/growl, purr, and unintentionally lick himself.

ALSO these two are not meant to be shipped they are just best friends who are on the top of everyone’s wanted list.

[fervency-if]

You're such a kind soul😩Your words are healing my parent's issues(💀'cus it's both of them). Thank you for being so welcoming. Somehow, talking to you feels like I'm talking to a famous person😂I mean, in a sense you are famous, don't know how many readers you have but in my mind is a headcanon that you're known among the IF community.

Talking about our dear Elan, I saw that you updated the game🥰I'll play it as soon as I finish this message, I'm missing him rn😔I was romancing the Psysichian in my second playthrough, but as as soon Elan's deathbed scene comes up, I drop everything to save that man lol

Then I'll keep up supporting you guys💗I follow at least 12 IF blogs, I need to learn how to type faster if I plan on messaging all of you💀but the time I spend typing isn't nearly half the time ya'll spend writing those masterpieces🤌🏼

Is really nice, isn't it? Sometimes our names can tell a little something about us.

Oh! If you were in the Physician's shoes, what would do? Dying from plague really isn't a great way to go, but not everyone had the chance to say if they wanted the Nocturnal life for themselves since there's isn't much explanation before the bloodletting.

Kinda giggling now remembering Twilight because Edward spent 24/7 thinking about the dilemma of turning Bella, he felt as if he was condemning her soul to Hell😭

That's really impressive😮Writing is a skill that can be learnt and polished along the way, but I do think some people are naturally inclined to it. Is writing something you always liked to do?

I'm glad you're having fun with it, you're the author so you enjoying your story as much as your readers do is a must🥰

😔there you go again soothing my nerves in asking things, you feed your public way too good.

Oooh I see!I was quite surprised when Roswhen turned out to be a cannibal, I thought they would thirst for blood since I choose that option and was the one to bloodlett them. Kinda nonsense on my part since the Physician did the same with Aubrey and he turned to be a Cannibal lol

Hahah, a fun find indeed! Thank you for the bonus information, getting to know your characters and ideas has been quite fun 🫂

Oh! And I'd like to know, which one of your RO's would you romance? Since you like it so much making your audience thirst over the whole cast, let's turn the tables now🥸

Aah, right back at you, so are you! (Or bounce back, as our friend Elan would have said.) It's always nice getting asks from you! 🌸 (Aw...) Haha, ah, that is fun I must say! I am not one of the 'bigger names,' so to speak, but I definitely have more readers than I thought I would have, which, of course, is beautiful to me!

I'll put the rest of the reply below a cut, since it got long:

I hope you will enjoy spending some more time with Elan and the others - I bet he would be flattered to hear that people missed him! Oh, that's the 'trouble,' or how to put it, when a game has more than one love interest that one likes, isn't it! It doesn't always go as planned, haha! I certainly don't blame you!

That really is kind of you, to take the time to do that! 🫶 Hehe, aw!

You're right about that - sometimes little secrets, even, in a sense.

Oh, that's an interesting and tricky question, regarding what I would do if I were in the Physician's shoes... I would definitely want to be less secretive than her, that much I know; I would certainly try to be as upfront as I could from the start, and I would want people to be as well-informed as possible - not that it would be easy in certain situations, since many of her patients are delirious or actively dying without any time to think such a decision through. I would have too much of a bleeding heart to simply ignore the sick and go on with my day, even though the alternative isn't exactly ideal either...

Haha! I was unaware of that, I never read those books! Aah what a dilemma the vampires have...!

Aw, thank you! Yes, I have always been interested in writing; even before I learned how to read and write at age four, apparently I sat in my bed telling stories to my stuffed animals according to my parents, so it seems as if I have always wanted to get some stories out.

I feel very happy that I'm this motivated regarding my story - I think the fact that it's an interactive novel helps me combating writer's block since there are much alternative text and different ways to go; it's harder to find myself stuck when there is more to do, hehe.

You really are sweet! 🍀

I would say it made sense for you to be surprised about that even so, since it would have made a lot of sense for them to become a vampire, so I certainly wouldn't call it nonsense!

My pleasure - I'm glad you found it fun to read! 🫶

Ooh, let's see here! That's a tricky question in a sense, who I would romance, since I love all my character the same amount, but seeing this from an outside perspective, how I would have played the game if it wasn't mine and I didn't know what I know right now, thinking about the playstyle I would pick... I think I will have to say Aubrey, because I wouldn't be able to resist playing as an absolutely unhinged and ravenous character during my first playthrough, haha, just embracing each and every craving, and since Aubrey is and does just that, they would be quite compatible, my character and him... So chances are that his romance would come quite naturally to the sort of character I would amuse myself with!

[fic-dumpster]

Deer in headlights | Short stories: Tipsy visits

Bonten x Reader | 1.7k+ words

Warnings: humor, implied consumption of alcohol, smut, cringe(?), foul language, not edited, no beta, grammar/spelling mistakes, Sanzu and Rindou being Sanzu and Rindou .-. have your age in your blogs visible

A/N: I felt bad about leaving just like that so.. 🥺🤲🏻 here are crumbs of my love for yall. It’s not much, but it’s what I can do 🥺💕😔 last update for a while (tbh, I hope not) *crying* I like to suffer in silence. (for the ppl that saw the drama yesterday IM SO SORRY)

Late-night study sessions were common for you, specifically if you waited awake for Mikey to come home. A loud bang coming from the entrance’s door startled you. It's 2 in the morning, who could it be? You thought. Not wanting to be unprotected in case it was something ‘else,’ you fastly grabbed the nearest object, a rolled newspaper.

Walking towards the door, you also pulled your phone and had Kakucho’s number on speed dial; after all, he lived the closest to you. “Who’s there?!” you shouted, “My boyfriend is really scary! I'm warning you!” Suddenly the door opened, and you screamed as you delivering a blow with the newspaper to whoever stood there. A groan followed by a thud and a boisterous laugh surprised you. “Rindou? Sanzu? What are you two doing here?” then your eyes fell upon the fallen pinknette holding his reddening forehead, “Oh my god! Sanzu! I’m sorry!” you kneeled beside him, cheeking his forehead as Rindou leaned forward, still laughing at Sanzu’s misfortune.

“So, who’s the scary boyfriend?” the younger Haitani managed to say in between chuckles, “is it me?”

“No,” you huffed, “that’s Takeomi,” you were trying to get Sanzu to show you his forehead; he had a death grip on it. “Sanzu, please, let me see it,” you moved closer, and that's when you smelled the alcohol on him. Those two were drunk. That explains how you were able to knock down Bonten’s number two with a newspaper. “You two went drinking? What are you doing here?” You tiredly repeated the same early question but this time with a different intention. And now that you think about it, the bang was probably these two trying to use the spare key each Bonten member has to your place.

“Oh, about that, we were thinking about you,” lazy blue eyes stared at you as a hand began to climb up your arm. You shuddered at the ghostly touches from Sanzu.

“Yeah,” agreed Rindou, “we were discussing some things, and we have a very important question for you, little lamb,” his purple eyes shone with mischief.

-

“No,” You deadpanned, “you two are delirious; let's go to bed.” After helping Sanzu up and making some coffee for them, you sat them on your couch. Then Rindou asked that stupid question, and you couldn't believe your ears.

“It’s not that hard to answer; just tell us who has-” you made a throaty sound indicating your unwillingness to continue that conversation. Sanzu smiled at the sight of your heating cheeks.

“Sanzu’s right, come on, little lamb,” Rindou pulled you towards him; you tried to stand your ground, but it was useless. Once you moved a bit closer, his hands held your waist and made you straddle him. His lips wasted no time to find your neck, hands now under your clothes; Rindou was trying a different method to pull out the answer from you.

“Just say the name. How about that?” Sanzu offered as he enjoyed the little show you two were making.

“Ran,” you let out.

Both men froze. “My brother?” Rindou asked, with his head resting on your shoulder.

“No, I’m gonna call Ran and have him deal with you two.” you tried to wiggle yourself out of his grasp, “I refuse to answer that question.” you really didn't want to; besides, it's not like you have an actual answer to... that...

“You’re not calling anyone,” Sanzu dragged you from Rindou’s lap towards the center of the couch. You still faced the younger Haitani, who didn't waste any time in assaulting your lips. Sanzu took the opportunity to work his way under your pajama top; his hands cupped your chest from behind—fondling, rubbing your perked nipples in between his fingers. Small sounds scaped your lips only to be consumed by Rindou’s mouth.

The three of you were an entanglement of limbs and hands pulling at each other clothes. Without uttering a single word, Rindou hoisted you up and made his way to your bedroom, Sanzu not far behind, you three left a trail of shirts, pants, and undergarments on the floor. As soon as your back hit the cotton sheets, your body was at their mercy.

Sanzu now covered your mouth with his, tugging your tongue out so he could play with it as much as he wanted. Rindou, who had patiently waited for Sanzu to initiate the foreplay this time, began spreading wet kisses on your inner thighs; you fisted purple strands in your hand, yearning for the younger haitani’s touch on your wet center. But a thought crossed your mind, “h-hold on! Rin! Rindou!” you parted from Sanzu as you closed your legs. “Let me freshen up a little,” before any of them could comprehend what happened, you flew to the bathroom.

“Y/N!!” groaned Rindou.

You didn't think you stayed in the bathroom that long... Because according to you, you were in and out. But apparently, you really did take your time. Sanzu and Rindou were snoring on the bed. You didn't mind that they fell asleep; the only problem was that you still felt all hot and bothered.

You thought about finishing by yourself, but you knew the rules. Not touching yourself. That phrase resonated in your head. Mikey had made it very clear.

“There’s only one rule, okay, doe?” how could you forget with the way he expressed it. “No touching yourself here,” he pressed a fingertip on your clothed core, “you have all of us ready to please you at any moment.”

So with a trembling hand, you pressed the green circle on your phone. After two beeps, a rough voice picked up. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I didn't want to disturb you but, hmm, Could you-” you didn't know how to say it, and it was killing you.

“What is it, baby?” You whimpered; your brain automatically shifted as soon as you heard his voice on the phone calling you baby. “Oh? Does my girl needs me?” you nodded, forgetting for a second that he couldn't see you. “Come on, use your words,”

“I need you! So bad!” you whined, “it hurts,” you moaned. You could hear movement from the other end of the call, dangling keys and doors slamming, one after the other.

“Where does is it hurt, baby?” you heard the roar of a vehicle. “Is it my pretty pussy?” you moaned and felt slick pooling in your panties, “hold on, I’ll be right there.”

-

At breakfast, you narrated your nightly adventures to the rest of Bonten in between spoons of milk and cereal. Of course, omitting the last few hours.

“And what was the question?” Asked Kokonoi, not really interested in whatever those two rascals had managed to think with their brainpower combined. But he liked to hear your voice.

“Who was the best dick,” you rolled your eyes at the memory of their so-called serious question. But a series of events followed that statement of yours. Kokonoi and Takeomi choked on their morning drinks, Kakucho dropped his cup, Mikey stopped munching on his red bean soup, and Ran stopped reading the newspaper and thought about his decision of letting his brother hang out with Sanzu. Anyhow, the seed of doubt and curiosity has been rooted.

“And what did you say?” Kokonoi, now pretending indifference, asked. Unknown to you, all eyes and ears were on you.

“Nothing, what was I suppose to say?” You simply answered, not giving too much thought as you searched for marshmallows in your cereal; you made a mental note to thank Mochi for the imported American cereals. “Why is it a leprechaun? Isn't it Irish? Why American?” But your innocent question wasn't heard.

Two figures drowsily strode in, “Say who has the best cock, little lamb,” you jumped at Rindou’s morning voice.

“No! Why me?” You knew that could lead to a touchy subject since there have been various disagreements about their past women, and you didn't want to aboard that topic just yet.

“Because you’re the only one who has tried all calibers in this room,” a chuckling sanzu spoke this time.

Taking your bowl in hand, you stood up. “Yah, that's it! I'm leaving! I have class! I’m not answering that nonsense!” with heated cheeks, you hurried your way to the door, and lucky for you, Mochi was just arriving. You pulled his arm as you told him he was taking you to your class today.

Meanwhile, in the apartment.

“I bet it's me,” sanzu wasn't having any other answer.

“Shut up, Sanzu; it’s me,” Rindou pushed the pinknette.

“Y/N wouldn't shut up about-” began Kokonoi

“No, not in breakfast. Besides, it’s me,” Mikey's eyes were on his now cold bowl of red bean soup.

“That’s not what Y/N said two nights ago,” confidently said Takeomi

“Takeomi, no.” huffed Ran, “I am the-”

“We all know who’s Y/N’s favorite, and that is for a reason,” Kakucho interrupted the older Haitani as he smugly strolled towards the trash with his cup in pieces. “Sanzu, Rindou. Who do you think she called after you two fell asleep,” A bunch of boos and a variety of colorful vocabulary rained on Kakucho.

If Kakucho only knew that he didn't hold that title anymore, since mochi had propelled himself to first place in your heart with only American cereals.

Fun facts:

Since Bonten “imports” different kinds of goods as a screen for their real business, they asked what Y/N wanted, and because of y/n, they have been importing a variety of American snacks lately.

Mochi and Y/N's relationship is platonic. More like best friend/father-daughter relationship. He cares and worries about her and about Bonten breaking the poor girl. Sometimes I like to think he draws the line for some of them.

Kokonoi tends to have more silly fights with Y/N than the rest. He wants to ask Y/N why she didn't call him.

Mikey has a habit of eating Japanese snacks every time he has to eat normal food. What he ate in this chapter is called Zenzai and is served hot. (Hot Red bean).

Kakucho lives pretty close to Y/N. He could even walk there tbh. (check Short Stories: An uncertain future).

Y/N won't tell anyone how sanzu and rindou left her high and dry. If the other executives found out about that... Let's just say that’s not good for them. Kaku knows, but he’s being nice since, thanks to that, he got to spend time with Y/N.

[fifthpilot]

We were totally decieved into thinking Asra was just some chill magician, with very vague and soft emotional expression, when in fact out of all the other characters he's the one who took the most radical and extreme approach to handle grief.

Asra isn't one to show strong emotions of course and he keeps a lot to himself. But it's just hilarious to me that Asra, who we've associated with being calm and often unconfortational, had the most unreasonable respone to MCs death. The normal thing anyone would do is grieve or stray down a darker path (mentally) but Asra's reaction was so radical and ..deranged. The story indirectly normalizes the concept of resurrection because of its extreme use and mentions of magic. Such as body transformation rituals, devination, magical realms, and magicial creatures/dietities like the arcana. However! the idea of magical resurrection was completely unheard of until Asra mentioned it. Keep in mind that even though Asra is an extremely talented magician he was not a practitioner of dark magic and mostly used his magic for self defense, daily convenience and showy tricks. The fact that they're in a fantasy universe where magic looks different doesn't make it sound any less delirious.

It's upsetting to me how the writing didn't push this narrative further, and underplayed just how seriously alarming his behavior was. The first instance would be when MC is at the palace looking at Asra's memories and we see a conversation between Asra and Muriel. Muriel only warns Asra about going back to the Palace and working under Lucio, but seems completely unfazed by the idea that Asra is trying accomplish. I understand that they were trying to be vague and mysterious about the context, but it diminished the gravity of the situation.

That's not to say that most reactions given to Asra by the characters about his behavior (in relation to magic specifically) are completely underwhelming. During the trials in book judgement when Asra revealed the events of the ritual the night of the murder, and stated that they were working with the devil to give Lucio a new body, MC wasn't fazed by any of that in the least, and does not even get an option to question asra by what any of that meant. The strongest reaction we see from MC towards Asra is in book death when he reveals he resurrected MC, and even then MC is too shocked to question anything further.

I'm not implying that I want Asra to be shamed for his actions, that's not the point of this at all (he's already been shamed enough for the most minor and irrelevant things by the story and the fandom) what I want to highlight is how the peace loving, confrontation avoiding, kind, and emotionally lowkey character had shown extreme forms of emotion and action at one point and it was just never brought up or questioned again. That Asra can have this violent contrast and duality and yet it's only brushed upon and underminded because of the lack of opportunities to speak out on it by MC and the rest of the characters. And how this kind of reaction is only conditional towards MC, and no one and nothing else. Which is unfortunate since there were many points in the story where we could have seen a stronger reaction from Asra (when he mentioned that Lucio executed his parents, or when Lucio stole MC's body again which should have been HIGH key triggering since we already established at this point in the story that Lucio was responsible for MC's death in the first place, honestly most scenes with Lucio could have went for a stronger reaction on Asra's part). Personally, I just feel like it was a missed opportunity (like most things in his route 😔).

[uno-writing]

So, I’m in the need of John angst and sass squad comfort.

You ever think that when John got too aggressive during his reassignment classes, they’d give him calming drugs

He felt numb and couldn’t move, which he hated.

Maybe John didn’t trust any food he didn’t see made for a while.

I’ve thought about it and maybe I’m looking too deep in it but we’ve already seen what Keon does so it’s not really far-fetched.

So how about John dealing with that and the other rehabilitation headcanons and Sere and Arlo just helping him?

Poor John😔🍿🥤🍭🍬🍫🧋🥨🥬🍦🍧🧊🐇🍩🥖📦🌻

*John absolutely had to be sedated

*I mean he was a lil ball of fury and aggression when he first went into the center

*He kept trying to fight everyone when he was first brought in so they had to give him injections of sedative

*He caught on really quickly and figured out how to break the needles before they could inject him

*So they started adding sedatives to his food so he’s manageable throughout the day

*He catches on to them quickly (he’s super smart when it comes to being an obnoxious lil shit)

*And he stopped eating and they let him bc in their minds he would end up caving after at most 2 days and start eating again

*Wrong. He didn’t eat until it got to the point he needed to be put on an IV drip

*And he still didn’t eat for a little while after that

*They underestimated just how stubborn he is

*Anyways, the first time Arlo gave him homemade food John just refused to eat it

*The only food he’d really eat is from an restaurant or like freshly opened packages

*And it’s not noticeable or anything bc it’s not the weirdest thing. He’s not super obvious about it or anything

*Then John got sick and Sera and Arlo went to his favorite restaurant and gets his favorite soup in a to-go

*And it’s one of the restaurants that put it in the plain plastic containers so it’s not obvious that it came from a restaurant

*So they go to give it to him and John refuses it and starts to play it off as a picky eater

*Arlo’s like why??? It’s literally just soup and the soup you like

*And John in his slightly delirious sick state just stares at Arlo and goes “I’m sick. You don’t need to sedate me too” or something *Sera and Arlo just look at him like wtf??

*So Sera asks him what he’s talking about and he just goes silent bc he processed what he said and now he’s not saying anymore

*They all just stay silent until Sera asks if it’s something to do with the rehabilitation center and they can tell that’s what it’s from by the look on John’s face

*Arlo just sighs and takes the lid off of the container and the plastic spoon and takes a bite from the soup to prove there’s no sedatives in it

*John feels better from the action but he can’t let Arlo know that so he spouts off some bs about how he’s not gonna eat after Arlo now

*Sera just tells him to shut up and eat the soup since she knows he’s just refusing it to be a lil shit