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[austerulous]

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[sevi-rous]

AN ARTIST FOR AN ARTIST 📜

xavier thorpe.

word count : 1.196

genre : fluff, schoolmates to lovers (?), mutual pining

warnings : bad grammar i think, a few errors [ please ignore ! ]

being raised in a family of artistic vampires was an emotional roller coaster. there was your mother, who had a ridiculous fondness for landscape painting. your father, who enjoyed abstract paintings and portrait drawings. your brother, who was a fan of realism. and, of course, you, who was a mixture of them all.

you were walking around campus, looking for anything interesting to draw or paint. you came to a halt near the archery field and noticed xavier thorpe sitting down with his bow beside him. you turned around and sat down on the nearest chair.

you began drawing him because you found his appearance intriguing. his face shape was... pretty. of course, in your own opinion. your gaze alternates between him and your sketchbook. your fingertips were filthy from smudging the pencil. you were finished in a matter of minutes. you sighed and stood up to return to your dorm.

"oh, who's that?" inquired your roommate, yoko. you flinched and instinctively shut your sketchbook. "uh, no one. it's my oc. original character, i mean..." you said as you sat up in bed. "are you sure? that looks exactly like xavier thorpe. since when was he your 'original character?'" she asks, chuckling.

you sighed and leaned back in your bed. turning to the side "oooh, do you like him? i can set you up with him," she whistles as she walks to her side of the room. "and how will you do that? you're not even close, yoko. i think you don't even talk together," you say, sitting up again, arms crossed across your chest.

"oh shush, [name]. we're not close, but we have this secret society. i hope you understand," she said as she opened her notebook. she takes out a pen and starts writing. she then folds it into an airplane and launches it at you.

you caught the plane and unfolded the paper. It was written there,

"xavier thorpe's phone number — xxx-xxxx-xxx

thank me later, ♡"

you give her a blank look before taking your phone and leaving the room. "stay safe, my lovely [name!]," she exclaims before laughing.

you put your hood on when you noticed it was raining outside. you walked through the halls, holding the paper that yoko had given you as well as your phone. you went around in circles, debating whether or not to text him. a notification appeared as you were about to enter his phone number.

from unknown:

hey, i saw you staring. do we have a problem?

to unknown:

uh

who even r u

fom unknown:

dang you already forgot? seems like you were having a good time staring at me earlier

lol kidding

it's xavier

to unknown:

oh

sorry i stared, didn't know u saw me

from unknown:

how couldn't i? you have a very powerful aura

to unknown:

i do?

from unknown:

yeah

what do you say about meeting up rn? i'm bored

to unknown:

um sure i guess

i have nothing to do anyways

from unknown:

i know

unknown started sharing their location with you.

you ran back to your dorm room, your fingers running through your hair. you rushed through the door, grabbing your sketchbook in haste. "woah, easy [name], are you okay?" yoko asks, but you've already left. "my roomie has a crush. i can't wait to tease her about this," she sighs and laughs.

when you see him waiting for you, you hide in a corner. he was sketching something in his own sketchbook. he had airpods in both of his ears. you can tell he's lost in the music because he kept bopping his head to the beat. it's nice to see him at ease.

you approach him slowly, but he is too preoccupied with drawing. you sit next to him, peering at what he's drawing. he flinched seeing you next to him, then hugged his sketchbook as if it were going to vanish. you both look at each other in shock, but when you see his face, you start laughing.

"why are you laughing?" he inquired, removing one of his airpods and placing it in its case. he flipped the sketchbook over and placed it beside him so you couldn't see it. "your face is hilarious," you continued to laugh.

"is that supposed to be a compliment or not?" you ask, making him scoff. "we only met today, and you're already making fun of me," he said, putting his hand on his chest and acting hurt. you laughed at his antics and looked through his sketchbook. "what did you draw earlier?"

"uh, random stuff. do you want to see my ability?" he asks, his gaze drawn to yours. "sure, bet it's cool."

"oh, it is," he laughs as he takes up his sketchbook. he turns to a page where he drew a spider. he holds his hands above the drawing, and you can see the spider slowly emerge from it. "woah, that's cool. is it real?" you exclaim, your eyes wide with admiration and curiosity. "no, squish it."

you let the spider crawl onto your hands then you squish the spider. the spider vanishes into dust. xavier can't seem to take his gaze away from you as your mouth forms a 'o.'

"say... why were you staring at me earlier? at the archery field?" he asks abruptly, jolting you awake from your daydream. "oh that. um," you fiddle with your fingers, debating whether or not to show him what you drew.

you sighed, lost. you reached for your sketchbook, which was resting on your thighs, and turned to the last page. you look away from him as you hand him your book.

he silently scans the page. you were clearly thinking a lot. 'was he mad that I drew him without his permission?' 'does the drawing look bad? "Am I bad at portrai—'

when he handed you back your book, you snapped out of your thoughts. when you looked at him, he was looking straight ahead. he appeared to have a lot on his mind.

"is it bad?" you wonder nervously. you were on the verge of fleeing, too embarrassed to listen to what he had to say. he gives you a quick glance before returning his attention to the scenery in front of him.

you were about to turn away when you noticed a small smile on his face. "no one's ever drawn me. i figured no one would draw me because I'm the artist. but you did. it's nice seeing my face on your sketchbook. it's nice. really nice," he rambles, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling.

"actually, i've been drawing you as well. i saw you once at Weathervane and you looked... cool. i don't usually leave nevermore, but i came to stop by weathervane every single day just to see you. oh god, that... sounds creepy, sorry," he laughs nervously, avoiding your gaze.

"no, it's fine. you're cool. this is all... so cool," you say, smiling up at the ceiling. "thank you," he mumbles.

"hm? for what?"

"for drawing me."

"And thank you," you say with a smile.

he looks at you, puzzled.

"for drawing me as well."

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[freminet-writings]

Hiii~I'm the anon who requested grand priestess reader- could I request the same story but this time they get sent on a date- like this time freminet wants to keep her so he uhm fucks her wanting to keep her by his side no matter what cause..in freminet lore we know he is interested in penguins so he might think penguins mate for life that kinda situation. .

Breeding is the correct explanation..

Sorry if it's too much

FINALLY SOME INTERNET 🙏 my laptop is the only thing that will get any lol so i can at least keep playing genshin and star rail, and write some on there!!

tags: @astroellez @sukirosiac @lyneys-hat @scaranaris-lil-niko @sukiidreams @circles19 @xyvelin @kirbystrange @saralovesyouu this is a fem reader if i got anyone wrong please lmk 😭

now it had been weeks since what happened with you and freminet, the two of you interacted occasionally because of mutual friends, you always tried to avoid his eyes, even with how badly it he wanted you to look

back then, freminet used to be bothered with how outgoing and teasing his brother was, but now he couldn't be more grateful as lyney noticed his stares and arranged the two of you for a date, all alone in their house

it was perfect, you were all alone with no way of avoiding him, he knew you wanted it too, if the last time was anything to go off of

it barely felt like a second you were alone when he practically jumped on you, taking your lips in a rough fashion, weeks of passion and frustration pouring out of him

"you're so beautiful... I've thought about nothing but you...under me, begging me for more, you want it too, don't you?" he whispered as he pulled away, his mouth moving down to bite and lick around your neck, his hand squeezing your thigh as it slowly went higher

your breathing came quicker, you didn't even realize he had already taken his cock out as he kissed and marked all over you

"hm~ you're mine, I already decided that when i last did this...but why don't i make sure we're together forever...?" he pushed into you, making you gasp out

"m-mnhng...what do you mean...? a-ah~" his hips thrusted into you, as his hand moved down to flick and rub at your clit

"haah...if i got you pregnant, i would take care of you... I'd make sure you were well, and never had to work again... don't you want that?" he thrusted harder, his groans and moans in your ear

you couldn't even respond as he held you down, thrusting repeatedly and seeming to know every little thing that makes you see stars

"that's right... you'll be mine forever, we'll have as many as you want, I'll breed you day and night if you want it, oh, god..." his thrusts became faster, his grip on your thigh was tight as his cock worked perfectly into you, as if you were made for it

his fingers skillfully flicked your clit until you came around him, squirming under him as he continued, he moaned out your name as you slowly milked him, but he didn't stop as he came

"what? i said i was gonna get you pregnant..." he grunted as he gave a hard thrust "I'm not stopping until you're about to pass out..."

[bangchanisinmymind]

Friends with benefits with chan omg

omg yes I had so much fun writing this, it's one of the tropes I love the most, thank you for the request :) sorry for you had to wait so long🥹

best friends....

pairing; bangchan x reader; smut

a chill movie night with your friends in your house, after talking about your problems was everything you needed. you just had broke up with your boyfriend and wanted to spend time with your best friends to forget about him and think what you'll do next. chris, the person you trust the most was wrapping his hands around you as you were sitting on his lap since there wasn't any space for you, but you didn't mind since you know him well enough to be sure he wouldn't do something without permission.

"you okay?" chris asked as he noticed you had lost your interest in the movie that was about to end. "yeah it's just- I think I miss him.... after all he was the only one I've ever had sex with and-" you replied but didn't know what else to say, he was indeed the first person you loved so much, the only one who had ever seen you naked. "oh come on you're so young you'll find someone better in a few days that's how it goes" he ensured caressing your torso as the movie came to an end. "channie can you stay over please?" you asked as everyone was standing up and getting ready to leave. "of course I will"

you said your goodbyes with everyone and stayed for a couple of minutes on the couch, you couldn't stop thinking about your ex though and he noticed. "hey hey come on" he said breaking the silence "what, where?" you replied confused. "no I mean stop thinking about him, you'll find someone better soon, i mean you're smart, absolutely gorgeous, kind-" when he realised how many of his personal thoughts he had just shared he couldn't speak a word more.

"wait, you actually believe- believe all that stuff you just said?" you muttered not believing your handsome best friend would ever look at you like that. "ummm what should I say now" his ears turning red "the truth, I promise it's okay whatever you say" you ensured him; "look it's just- I do find you pretty and kind and attractive and all that but you just broke up" he said looking in your eyes.

"oh well, umm seems the feelings are mutual, but I'm not ready yet, I mean you'd be perfect but, it's not yet time" you said and then......... "but we can- we can have what couples do" you speaked again not allowing him to talk "what do you mean?" he questioned "you know we could have the sex... and not be in a relationship'" you explained your -let's say- idea.

"friends with benefits right?" he realised- you just nodded as a yes, not daring to look at him even when his arm was wrapped around you. "just sex" he said to himself mostly "and it might turn- into..... you know but not yet" you continued. "alright then... wanna- wanna do it now?" he asked you.

"I mean... if you'd like. I'm okay either way" you muttered "okay yeah but stop being awkward we're not like that, we can stop if-" "no no it's okay I don't know what's wrong with me. just come here" you couldn't believe you actually did this with your best best friend but you kissed him. on the lips, it was so good, perfect let's say.

he didn't stop; he kissed you so passionately, his fingers tangled in your hair and squishing your thigh, as you caressed his chest and neck. stopping in the need of air after a while his eyes met yours in a new way, the way he looked at you had changed "can I?" he asked pointing at your shirt and you nodded. he lifted you shirt carefully and met with the wonderful sight of your bare chest.

"what an idiot...how could he leave this...you" he muttered before attacking you breasts leaving open-mouthed kisses everywhere reaching to one of your nipples, sucking and biting it. "ah- channie so good ah" you sighed at the connection of his plump lips with your skin; "ca- can I continue- please" he said raising his head from your chest, his hair all messed up from you. "channie stop asking and do it please I'm so needy" you said quickly taking off his shirt and your pants sitting on his lap and leaving red and purple spots on his pretty neck.

"ah- ah so good so good I'm hard so- oh god so hard" he moaned almost out of breath just yet. you pulled away looking at the beautiful sight of him just sitting here looking so goddamn fine while you took off your underwear, now being completely naked and waiting for him to do the same.

once you were both completely naked standing in front for each other just starring, it didn't feel quite right thinking he's your best friend of all time but at the same time it felt like the only think that had to be done. without wasting anymore time he wrapped his arms around you and kissed you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and allowed his tongue to access your mouth.

with your hands on his chest you guided him to the bedroom, to sit on your bed as you sat on his lap; your naked bodies collapsing on each other, his hands exploring the back of your waist and ass as you pulled his hair to deepen the kiss even more. liquids were spilled everywhere, the heat was now truly unbearable for you and him as well "I'll- do it now" you moaned ready to sit on his large cock "whenever you're ready" he breathed out as you lined up your hole to his erection.

with a sharp move you stretched your tight heat on his huge dick. "so good you're so good and ah- so tight. come on little one, ride me" he said with a huge smirk and his eyes shut and you did as he said. with slow moves of your hips you started riding him, arousal pooling where your bodies connected

"faster sweetheart I lnow you can" he whispered caressing your hair "I can't you're huge so big oh god" you basically screamed but tried to obey "here baby you just- move your pretty ass faster" he said guiding you with his hands and you didn't have any other choice now, you tried to pick up the pace, your high was approaching.

"channie i- ah I'm close so close channie so-" you meowled as filthy wet sounds filled the room along with his "me too babygirl come on finish now, you're so good, taking me oh so good" after a couple of thrusts you both came, him inside you and you around him.

"so good baby, come here, time for cuddles" he said opening his arms for you to snuggle into "wow you never told me you were that big" "you never told me you were so good" he replied with confidence wrapping his strong arms around you "chris come on let's sleep" you said realising that your friendship was now more than destroyed "call me channie it's better" oh great now you fell for him "I don't know why I'm cringing so much oh my god" you said trying to cover up your blushed cheeks

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[wheels-of-despair]

Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Summary: Shopping for a wedding dress is so unbearable, you and Ralph decide to do something desperate. Words: 3k

You had no idea what sin you'd committed to deserve the punishment of shopping for wedding dresses with your mother and your future mother-in-law, but you certainly were sorry for it.

The Mothers sat and waited as shopgirl after shopgirl dressed you like a disgruntled doll, then when you came out to model it, they critiqued you like you weren't there. It became so insufferable, even Victoria had wandered off after store #3. You envied her.

"That neckline makes her shoulders look monstrous."

"Really? Is it 1860 again?

"Her bust is barely contained, she looks like a streetwalker!"

"That beading is so shoddy, it'll all pop off as soon as she sits down."

"That lace pattern is horribly outdated."

"Good heavens, what beast designed this?!"

"That makes her look as if… you're not with child already, are you?"

"That's a summer dress, it would leave far too much skin exposed for October."

"October?" you finally break from your catatonic state to question.

"Yes, dear, October," your mother says absentmindedly, picking through another rack of horrible white dresses.

"That's months away!"

Your mother turns. "Will you not be ready by October?"

"I was ready a month ago, we're not waiting that long!"

"It is the first available date for the reception hall we've chosen. Six months is a respectable engagement period. I assure you, you are waiting that long," she says with finality, turning back to the rack. "Get her out of that and into this," she hands an eyesore with puffed sleeves to the shopgirl.

You stomp back into the dressing room and fight to get out of your ruffled prison until the girl comes in to assist you. She takes the straightjacket you've just escaped from and puts it back on the hanger. By the time she turns around to present the next dress to you, you're pulling on the clothes you came in with.

"Miss?"

"Help me. I have to get out of here." The girl assists you with a sympathetic smile. When you're dressed in normal clothes again, she hands you your purse.

"Would you like me to distract them?" she whispers. You nearly cry in relief. "Stay here. I'll lead them to the front of the store to show them the display, then you slip out the back. Go down this hallway and take a right, the door is red, you can't miss it."

"I don't know how to thank you for this," you whisper back.

"By not letting them get to you. You looked beautiful in every single one of these dresses." You feel your eyes begin to well up with tears. It's the nicest thing anyone's said to you all day.

"Not to worry, miss, this happens far more than you'd expect. Just wait 'til you hear the voices fade, and make a run for it." You nod, and she winks and slips through the curtain.

"The young lady has expressed interest in the dress on display in the front window, did you happen to see the delicate detailing on your way in?" The old bats murmur. "If you'll come with me, please, this may be the one."

Five, four, three, two… you peek through the curtain and see them retreating. You bolt down the hallway, take a right, burst through the red door, and breathe in a glorious breath of fresh air.

Ralph. You need Ralph.

Ralph picked away at his ukulele absentmindedly, lying upside-down with his head hanging off the edge of the sofa. He was so unbelievably bored, he'd decided to write a song about how bored he was on the day you'd abandoned him to go dress shopping with The Mothers. He hoped it wasn't complete torture.

"Sir?"

"What, Langley?"

"The young--"

"Too late, I'm in, can't send me away now," you say with exasperation as you rush by Langley and flop down next to Ralph on the sofa. You look over at him with tired eyes, and he hands you his ukulele. After you take it from him and place it safely on the side table, he flips himself right-side up and sits next to you.

"That bad?"

You close your eyes and let yourself fall over, your head landing on his lap. This was new, but Ralph wasn't complaining. He rests a hand on your hip, waiting to hear about your day.

"I don't know what I did to deserve that."

"What happened?"

"Let's see… I tried on approximately two hundred dresses, each more hideous than the last. My mother called me a prostitute. Your mother said I looked pregnant. Oh, and we're not getting married 'til October. So I have several more months of shopping with those old hags to look forward to." You shift so you're looking up at him. "Ralphie, my love, would you please do something for me?"

"Anything," he says without hesitation.

"Beat me to death with your ukulele. Put me out of my misery."

He laughs and shakes his head, reaching for your hand.

"What was it you said about October?"

"They've booked a reception hall for October."

"October?"

"October."

"Half a year away."

"Half a year away," you confirm.

"Is that what you want?"

"Of course not," you scoff.

"I think we need to revisit our list of wedding demands. I heard my mother talking to one of her cousins on the telephone last night, and I get the impression the guest list has gotten out of hand again."

You groan.

"I'm starting to wish we'd run off and gotten married last time they went wild."

"That offer is still on the table."

The wheels in your brain begin to turn. You sit up and turn to Ralph. "What if…"

They knew exactly where you were going.

The Mothers showed up at Ralph's house half an hour after you did, both looking like they were on the verge of violence.

They rounded on you at once.

"Never, in all my days--"

"I have never met such an ungrateful child--"

"Did you give any thought to how that would make us look?"

Ralph stood up and stepped in front of you.

"Ladies. This week has been stressful for all of us. My bride-to-be and I have decided that we need a break from wedding-planning."

"But we've only just sta--"

"Who put you in ch--"

"Ladies! We are all going to take a break, and meet back here on Sunday evening to discuss everything calmly. We are going to formulate a plan, revisit some restrictions, and get everything in order. Together. As a family."

"Fine," your mother says. "Let's go."

"Ralph and I have one more wedding-related thing to finish before our respite. I'll be along by dinnertime." Your mother huffs and walks out without saying another word. Ralph's mother made a crack about her manners before retreating up the stairs.

"Are you ready for this?" he asks.

"Absolutely, I am." you say with certainty.

On Sunday evening, as Nancy was helping you fix your hair before you left for Ralph's, a knock at the door made you jump so high that you nearly knocked over everything on your vanity table.

"Come in?"

Your father stepped into the room with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Nancy, will you give us a moment?" Without meeting your eye, she scurried away. He closed the door behind her.

"It's happening tonight, isn't it?"

"What's happening tonight?" you asked innocently. He narrowed his eyes and waited expectantly. It didn't take long for you to break.

"It's happening tonight."

"Your mother is not going to be happy."

"Well, I am."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"This is what you want?"

"Yes."

"He's what you want?"

"Yes."

He smiles. "Then what can I do to help?"

A flood of relief washes over you, and you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

"Check on Ralph when we get there? Victoria's going to drag me upstairs to 'look at her new coat' and help me get dressed. But Ralph probably won't have anyone but their creepy old butler to make sure he's alright."

"And he wants this too?"

"Of course he does." You chuckle. "We almost ran off and got hitched the night of The Incident. We thought this would be a decent compromise. Ralph and I get each other, our mothers get a real wedding instead of a postcard announcing we've eloped, you save money, I don't commit matricide just yet. Less stress for everyone!"

He chuckles. "Well, then. Do you have your something old, something new?"

"Not quite. I was going to ask Victoria to help me fill in the blanks."

"Keep getting ready, I'll be back."

Your father returns a moment later.

"Turn," he orders, coming to stand behind you. He clasps an ornate sapphire necklace around your neck. You reach up to touch it.

"Your great-grandmother received this as a wedding present. I'm not sure of the rules, but I think this can count as both old and blue."

As promised, Victoria whisked you upstairs the second you stepped inside. She could've done it without the staged wink, but your mother didn't seem surprised at her theatrics.

She brought you to her bedroom, where the dress you'd acquired a few days prior lay on the bed. The day after the shopping disaster, you'd popped back into Bridal Shop #3 to thank your accomplice with a nice commission on a simple but lovely dress the old bats hadn't even considered, while Ralph purchased a new tuxedo nearby.

"Well, go on! I'm devastated that you and Ralph are giving up the chance for the wedding of the century. Are you sure you won't reconsider? There's still time!" You shake your head as you change. Victoria finishes her makeup while you dress.

"Alright. How does it look?"

Victoria spins around and smiles. "Wondrous! Now come here and let me do your makeup!"

"But I already…" Victoria scrunches her nose and shakes her head, getting up and gesturing to the stool she just vacated. You sit obediently and wait for your soon-to-be sister-in-law to work her magic. As she swipes brush after brush across your face, you remember what you were supposed to ask her.

"Victoria, do you have something I can borrow? I already have the old, new, and blue."

"Of course!" Victoria swipes one last brush across your nose and begins digging through a heaping jewelry box.

"What are your other things?"

"My great-grandmother's necklace is both old and blue, and our maid gave me a new handkerchief."

"You cannot be serious."

You give her a confused look, not sure what the problem was.

"A handkerchief? From the maid? Really?"

"She's a good friend. She embroidered it with my favorite flowers."

"Typical. Close your eyes."

You do as you're told, and feel Victoria smoothing your hair. A chemical smell with a slight hint of something floral invades your nostrils. You assume it's some sort of product to keep it in place. She steps away while it dries, and you hear her rifling through her wardrobe. When she returns, you feel a light, odd weight settle around the top of your head.

"Alright, you can open your eyes."

Victoria has placed a silver headband, accented with sapphires, around your head. It matched your necklace perfectly.

"It caught my eye in a window when we were dress shopping, and I had to have it. I forgot about it until now. What do you think?"

You swallow hard and nod at Victoria's reflection in the mirror. It's perfect. After all the secrecy and the trauma of preparing for this wedding, things are finally starting to line up perfectly.

"Don't you dare cry and ruin that makeup!"

You laugh and look up, blinking fast to keep the tears at bay.

"Thank you, Victoria." you say in a daze, staring at the unfamiliar creature in the mirror.

"You're welcome, darling! Let me go see if Ralph is ready, then we'll go down and have our secret wedding!"

"Ralph? Are you decent?"

"Yes."

Victoria enters Ralph's bedroom to find him pacing.

"Ralph, if you keep that up, you're going to wear a hole in the floor."

"Is she ready? Is she alright? Is she getting cold feet?" Ralph had been left alone with his thoughts for too long, and had begun to spiral.

"She's fine, you silly boy. She's dressed, properly painted and accessorized for the first time in her life, and ready to get married. Are you?"

Before Ralph can answer, there's a knock at the door.

Victoria opens it to reveal your father.

"Might I have a moment alone with the groom?" he asks. Victoria shrugs and exits the room.

This is it. Ralph Penbury is done for. The man has decided that he's not good enough, he can't marry the love of his life, it's probably for the best, he'll make a terrible husband, he doesn't know how to do anything, they're rushing into this, they're being young and foolish--

"Are you alright, son?"

Ralph jumps when the man speaks, his train of destructive thoughts derailed.

"It's normal to be nervous before your wedding. It'll pass."

Ralph lets out a shaky breath.

"My daughter asked me to come check on you."

"She did?"

"Don't sound so surprised. Anyone can see that she's mad about you."

A dazed, lopsided smile appears on Ralph's face. The older man laughs.

"I can see that the feeling is mutual. Are you ready for this, Ralph?"

"Yes, sir."

"Go on down. I'll get her, and we'll meet you out back."

"Are you angry?" Ralph blurts out, already regretting giving your father an opening to put a stop to this.

"Angry about what?"

"Today. Doing this as a surprise."

"I think it's the merciful choice. You saw how frazzled my daughter was after two weeks of wedding planning. Do you think she could have survived six months?"

Ralph grins, feeling a great sense of relief. This was the right thing. He still had your father's approval. The love of his life was just a few rooms away, getting ready to take his hand in marriage and officially become his forever. This truly was Ralph Penbury's last day as a single man. He couldn't believe his luck.

"Are you ready?"

You're vaguely aware of your father's voice joining the hundred panicked ones in your head. You see him approach in the mirror, but don't begin to snap out of your daze until you feel the warmth of his hand on your shoulder.

"I've just been to check on Ralph." You tilt your head carefully to look at him, mindful of the silver headband you've been staring at for several minutes. "He's alright. He's meeting us outside. Unless you'd like to make a break for it?"

You chuckle, feeling your anxiety lift. "No. I'm ready."

You check your reflection in Victoria's mirror one last time, then stand. "I'm ready," you repeat, more confident this time. Your father extends his arm, and you cling to him as you exit the room, descend the stairs, and walk toward the back door.

Victoria is waiting there for you, holding a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers. She hands it to you, fusses over a stray hair, then flashes you her hundred-watt smile.

"Let's go, soon-to-be sister-in-law!"

Normally, this statement would send a chill down your spine, but it doesn't faze you. Not today.

The doors open, and Victoria leads the way down the steps and into the back yard.

You can see your mothers engaged in a heated discussion at a small table in the distance, having been lured outside with the promise of tea and more wedding planning. You smirk, knowing they'd both been had.

Victoria had suggested that her mother visit a new "wellness center" for a few days, to center herself after that bout of disastrous dress shopping. Which meant that you and Ralph had the run of the Penbury property. The lawn had been freshly trimmed, and the garden path and the trees had been lined with fairy lights. There hadn't been enough time to invite any family members from outside of town - both your favorite aunt and Ralph's favorite uncle lived too far away for a last-second trip - so your guest list was shorter than your mother's fuse. In attendance were your parents, Ralph's mother, Victoria, assorted household staff, the necessary reverend, and a photographer friend of Victoria's.

Your dear Nancy, who had been essential in both keeping your secrets and keeping you calm for the last few days, would discover just after you'd left that you'd "forgotten your purse".

(That was the story, if your mother questioned her presence. One of Ralph's maids would bring her down to the garden to "deliver it" after your mother was either focused on the ceremony or spurting blood from neck where her head had exploded.)

It had all come together quite nicely. Everything is simple, quiet, and intimate - it's the closest you could get to recreating the atmosphere of your favorite place in the world without alerting others of its existence. You couldn't have asked for nicer weather. You take in the freshly landscaped garden as you walk with your father, inhaling the scent of sweet spring flowers and admiring the magical glow of the fairy lights, but lose sight of everything when Ralph steps into view.

He stands under a flower-covered arbor, next to the reverend. Even from this distance, you can see him vibrating with excitement. When you get close enough to lock eyes with the love of your life, everything else fades into the background.

There is only you, and Ralph, and eventually, a pair of "I Do's" and a kiss that makes you forget your name.

[videcoeur]

☼☼☼☼☼

For every ☼ in my askbox I'll mention someone I want to roleplay with or roleplay with more! - X

I'm not gonna copy paste what I wrote from the other asks but TLDR I'm sick and it sucks and I wish I had more energy to roleplay with ALL my mutuals. If I follow you? You bet your ass I want to interact with you. I just have the energy of a dying snail on hot asphalt most days. :(

With that said, you've asked for 5 URLs! So here they come!

@bcund Hi, my beloved. I love your art, I love your muses, I love your writings and I wish I could interact with them. I am still admiring you from the sideline and liking everything I see!!

@ikurosakii I've seen blurbs of your Ichigo all over my dash and I just want to say that I really like your writing! I'd love to throw someone at you at some point :)

@fallesto I've also been reading a few of your threads and I love how winded they get at times. You're a stellar writer and I swear some day I'm gonna do more than stand on the sideline. I'll meme at you and we'll get something started :)

@crownlcsking I've also been following you forever and I love how you portray Yuya. I enjoy the asks you answer and some of the threads I caught here and there. I want to interact and I will at some point :) This is a threat

@auburniivenus It's a new mutual here but I'm one of those that absolutely love Orihime and can't stand any hate she ever received. Back off my girl!! Anyway, you're doing a fantastic job with her and I'd love to put her against any of my Bleach muses when I have more time and if you're interested :)

Also, special mention and shoutout to everyone that's waiting on a reply from me since october+ (I think my oldest owed is in October 16th) @melancholy-menagerie, @goddslayerr ,@mageofspacemultiverse, @sillygum, @conquiistador (and all your blogs toby I s2g, @abysmal-black (yeah mentioning u twice, sue me), @sunfirekid , @particlecreator , @goresugars , @cmdrace , @summerxmelodies, @apocalypta-secundus, @sleeplesswork @chillin-at-partys-bar

PS: (And I think that's all I owe! If I owe you and your name was not mentioned, I probably missed it and please let me know. I never drop threads willingly. )

PPS: If I did not mention you but we're mutuals, please I beg of you to include yourself in this list because I wouldn't follow someone whose writing or portrayal I didn't enjoy. I'm ill, slow and so grateful for everyone willing to wait to write with me and if we're mutuals, I promise someday I will reach out!!

[chiyoso]

dude.

seeing other writers/mutuals who are so skilled at what they do talk about not getting support in their sfw, fluff and angst fics just piss me the fuck off, i'm genuinely so heated at the amount of old and new writers struggling because of new tumblr users

ik a lot of you readers like to read our smut fics/porn fics, but those writers, also talking abt only getting likes, instead of reblogs n interactions from those types of works as well is just so depressing that im starting to have this growing idea of what some to most readers are in tumblr

ill be the voice that other writers are hesitant and afraid to express:

REBLOGS; ARE SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT TO US THAN A SIMPLE DOUBLE TAP DOES.

LIKES are like a quick glance for us writers.

LIKES are like people who pass by us when we walk anywhere and everywhere.

LIKING is like telling us writers who take our time to write FREE shit for you; “we see it, we like it, but we will not do anything about it”

LIKES will NOT get us writers anywhere in this app.

LIKES is like deafening SILENCE for us writers, crickets, ghosts, an eerie dark night.

LIKES arent similar to instagram, tiktok and other platforms. it is DIFFERENT in this platform. they dont mean jack shit.

LIKES are like a hit and dip shit scenario. one night stand, loveless sex, meaningless encounters.

i've seen so much amazing fics, nsfw or sfw have over almost 9k interactions, then i look to the reblogs count and see only a whopping 500 or so like THE FUCK? SCUSE ME? WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT RATIO?

if you're apart of the "ooh! i genuinely like this!" then only press like—thank you, truly. we're glad you like our work, to gain your interest and your silent support, but i want to inform you simply liking doesn't help us in a technical sense, it doesn't help our blog, our reach, it doesn't help our blog grow.

and if you're one of the blogs who only likes, i genuinely don't know what's so trifling and difficult about reblogging and adding the pre-made tags for you to spam and get it over with. i do it and its so, so fucking easy.

i genuinely, genuinely don't understand the analogy as to why you can't just... press that helpful ass button beside the heart. please, someone, enlighten me behind the reasoning.

if you're a bot, fuck you.

now, REBLOGS.

will at least (without tags/comments) be seen by your following and increase our significance only slightly.

REBLOGS with # tags INCREASE our chances of being discovered by a fuck ton.

REBLOGS with tags MIXED with your comments HEAVILY motivate us, your thoughts about our WORK motivates us.

REBLOGS are so, so fucking relieving for us, and that relief has been addictive to those starved from support, especially to writers who are struggling OUTSIDE of their work/hobby/blog.

REBLOGS in a literal sense, mean so much more to us than likes. especially with your damn thoughts. the mere thought of taking your time into writing something FOR US and OUR CREATION is so fucking motivating, every positive input from you will be CHERISHED no matter what.

and the fact we have to beg for it, to speak out about it as of late...

god, i remember in full detail the day where i wrote my first story, it had only 200 interactions max, and most of them were only likes and a few reblogs, but my inbox was full of positivity, mixed in with a few shitty ones, but i pressed on because of SAID INTERACTIONS AND MY LOVE FOR WRITING.

to my mutuals and other writers; i fucking love you and your stories so much, sfw or not, the writing community has done so much for me mentally, and lots of fics have been healing me. god its my first time releasing such emotions into this blog, but yea, ive just had it from the amount of turmoil ppl have been causing into all of you, outside tumblr or not.

hhh fuck im so pissed ill stop it right here, stay safe and may your favorite characters kiss you goodnight

[smilingsouthernpsychopath]

Rules

You must be 18+ to interact with Alastor or any of my muses for that matter. Hazbin Hotel is a cartoon for adults and this blog will contain content not suitable for children. I am 21+ and I don't feel comfortable roleplaying with minors. Trust me, I will be checking.

That being said, please have your age/age range somewhere on your blog that is visible to mobile users. I am always on my phone and if I can't see your age, I'm going to assume you're a minor and block you. You can message me privately if you don't feel comfortable stating your age/age range publicly but if I suspect that you're a minor and/or you're lying about your age, I'm blocking you.

No non-RP blogs beyond this point if you please! If you're a hub for RP blogs, that's fine but otherwise, no personal blogs please. Also not blank or porn blogs. Personals (unless connected to an RP blog (s)), Blank and Porn blogs will be blocked on sight.

If your personal blog is connected to an RP blog at all, please have that stated somewhere or message me to let me know. I don't want to block a potential writing partner by accident

Don't harass me about responding. I will block you. I have ADHD and depression so muse is a fickle thing for me as is motivation. I may drop threads by accident because I lost muse or forgot to respond. So, if there's a thread you want to continue and it's been more than a week, send it to me!

If we're writing together, please please please please please please please please please give me something to work with! If I can't work with what you sent me, I can't respond. If I can't work with whatever it is you sent me, I'm going to ask you ONCE to fix it. If I still can't work with it, I'm going to ignore it. If it continues, I'm blocking you.

That being said, PLOT WITH ME!! I do so much better with a thread if we've plotted it out beforehand. This is especially true with starters and memes, think carefully before you send me something. If there's a specific context for that meme or that starter, TELL ME! I'm not a mind reader, guys!

As I said, I prefer plotting in general but plotting is 100000% REQUIRED if your muse is an OC. If I don't know your character, Alastor doesn't either.

Do not reblog shit you're not involved with. This is the single most annoying thing in my opinion and I will block you SO FAST if you do this. If it doesn't concern you, leave it alone. I don't care if y'all interact with my OOC posts/Discussion posts but please don't reblog shit that doesn't concern you. Headcanons can be reblogged by MUTUALS ONLY.

Don't Godmod. This portrayal of Alastor is MINE and I am more than capable of writing him. If you think you can do better, make your own Alastor but let me write mine, ok? Ok.

Please, for the love of everything unholy, do NOT write in first person, chat speak, chat style or script style if you're interested in writing with me. I can't work with it and it's a HUGE pet peeve of mine. No offense to those who enjoy it, I just can't do it. If this is the only way you plan on writing, move along.

This Alastor is Demisexual/Demi romantic. I feel like he has a more masculine lean in terms of attraction but that doesn't mean ladies are completely out of the question.

Ships you can expect to see are RadioDust, RadioHusk, RadioHuskerDust, RadioStatic (Alastor x Vox). Don't like? Don't interact. I'm not a fan of Charlastor, sorry! I'm open to other ships though!

Keep One-Liners to a minimum please!

There will be blood, gore and other disturbing content. If any of that bothers you, Alastor may not be the muse you want to play with. I am not changing my character for you, sorry about it.

If you disrespect me, my muse (This doesn't count if it's IC) or my rules on my blog, I'm blocking you.

Feel free to message me OOC!

If I Block you, DNI WITH MY BLOGS! Don't bloghop and harass me about it. LEAVE ME ALONE!

[a-face-made-for-radio]

🎙️So, Do We Have A Deal~?

You must be 18+ to interact with Alastor or any of my muses for that matter. Hazbin Hotel is a cartoon for adults and this blog will contain content not suitable for children. I am 21+ and I don't feel comfortable roleplaying with minors. Trust me, I will be checking.

That being said, please have your age/age range somewhere on your blog that is visible to mobile users. I am always on my phone and if I can't see your age, I'm going to assume you're a minor and block you. You can message me privately if you don't feel comfortable stating your age/age range publicly but if I suspect that you're a minor and/or you're lying about your age, I'm blocking you.

No non-RP blogs beyond this point if you please! If you're a hub for RP blogs, that's fine but otherwise, no personal blogs please. Also not blank or porn blogs. Personals (unless connected to an RP blog (s)), Blank and Porn blogs will be blocked on sight.

If your personal blog is connected to an RP blog at all, please have that stated somewhere or message me to let me know. I don't want to block a potential writing partner by accident

Don't harass me about responding. I will block you. I have ADHD and depression so muse is a fickle thing for me as is motivation. I may drop threads by accident because I lost muse or forgot to respond. So, if there's a thread you want to continue and it's been more than a week, send it to me!

If we're writing together, please please please please please please please please please give me something to work with! If I can't work with what you sent me, I can't respond. If I can't work with whatever it is you sent me, I'm going to ask you ONCE to fix it. If I still can't work with it, I'm going to ignore it. If it continues, I'm blocking you.

That being said, PLOT WITH ME!! I do so much better with a thread if we've plotted it out beforehand. This is especially true with starters and memes, think carefully before you send me something. If there's a specific context for that meme or that starter, TELL ME! I'm not a mind reader, guys!

As I said, I prefer plotting in general but plotting is 100000% REQUIRED if your muse is an OC. If I don't know your character, Alastor doesn't either.

Do not reblog shit you're not involved with. This is the single most annoying thing in my opinion and I will block you SO FAST if you do this. If it doesn't concern you, leave it alone. I don't care if y'all interact with my OOC posts/Discussion posts but please don't reblog shit that doesn't concern you. Headcanons can be reblogged by MUTUALS ONLY.

Don't Godmod. This portrayal of Alastor is MINE and I am more than capable of writing him. If you think you can do better, make your own Alastor but let me write mine, ok? Ok.

Please, for the love of everything unholy, do NOT write in first person, chat speak, chat style or script style if you're interested in writing with me. I can't work with it and it's a HUGE pet peeve of mine. No offense to those who enjoy it, I just can't do it. If this is the only way you plan on writing, move along.

Alastor is AroAce but shipping is still an option. I will have a Canon Divergent Alastor that's easier to ship with as well. Don't force ships though. I ship based of Canon, Chemistry and my own personal ships.

Ships you can expect to see are RadioDust, RadioHusk, RadioHuskerDust, RadioStatic (Alastor x Vox). Don't like? Don't interact. I'm not a fan of Charlastor, sorry! I'm open to other ships though!

Keep One-Liners to a minimum please!

There will be blood, gore and other disturbing content. If any of that bothers you, Alastor may not be the muse you want to play with. I am not changing my character for you, sorry about it.

Feel free to message me OOC!

If you disrespect me, my muse (This doesn't count if it's IC) or my rules on my blog, I'm blocking you.

If I Block you, DNI WITH MY BLOGS! Don't bloghop and harass me about it. LEAVE ME ALONE!

[vanyafresita]

MUTUALS HEY pspsps mutuals pspspspspsss

it's been a while since i've sent any physical letters to anyone and i kinda miss it... SO, if we're mutuals and don't mind giving me your address, i'd love to send you a physical letter <3

you don't have to send anything back btw ! this is simply something i enjoy doing ^^

[more details under read more]

on the written letter i'll send, i'll talk about a random number of things and maybe gush about the media im most interested at the moment (tho if you know we share a fandom (no matter how old or dead it is, even if im not actively going crazy about it rn) and u wanna hear my thoughts on that specifically, please let me know !!)

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along with the letter, i'll send too:

a surprise recipe of something sweet or salty that i like (i'll modify the recipe if necessary in case of allergies, diets or ingredients dislikes)

a tea bag (i have quite a bunch of tea flavours, so you can pick one or i'll send a random one !)

a traditional drawing of anything you want ! (yes, anything !)

2 postcards + a few stickers and stamps

a friendship bracelet (lmk 3 colours you like !)

optional: if you want to send a letter back, but you're unsure what to write about in your letter, you can request me a list of questions so you can reply them and go off about anything else ^_^

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extra notes:

i'm currently living in europe, but i'll send stuff worldwide, wherever you are !!

this is completely free ! unless your country has some weird ass laws that make you pay for receiving packets (????), this should cost you nothing at all (if u're forced to pay to get the packet, i'll send u the money !)

along with your address, i'd advise giving me a phone number too (some countries require me to give a phone number, sorry u_u)

you do NOT have to send me anything back !! and if you decide to do it, it does not mean you have to send anything else apart from a letter !

even if we have never talked/interacted directly at all, you're very much welcome to ask for this !!!

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if you're interested, dm me ! we can sort out the details and i'll start right away ! :]

this will be valid until march 31st ! EDIT: closed ! i got more requests for this than expected and i can't really get to more people, so im ending this after one day !! lol i'll try to do this again by the end of the year in case someone missed it !! <3 thanks to those who reached out !

[nobodysdaydreams]

THIS WAS SO GOOD OH MY GOSH! (or my reaction to Wolf359's "Change of Mind")

Well dear readers, you've been hyping this up a lot, so I'm pleased to finally be able to bring you my reaction to "Change of Mind", because I, Bods B. Nobody, have finished my finals, so I get to relax now.

Hahahaha...just kidding. No, no, I have a TON of stuff that I've been putting off to study for finals and write essays that's almost as bad as the finals themselves. Almost. Man I hate logistics. Doug and I really are the same person. I think it's the ADHD, but of all the fictional characters I've seen, he is one of the most surprisingly relatable.

I'll be reacting to this while doing chores, but please enjoy! And I apologize in advance if I don't react again for several weeks, I'm visiting family and friends for the holidays and won't be able to sit down for a while. But I hope to listen to season 4 soon!

Tagging the mutuals who got me invested in this, and if you want to be tagged or untagged from these posts, lmk, or you can follow my blog or simply follow the tag "#bods wolf359 reactions". Anyone who has followed me for a while knows my updates are inconsistent, so I apologize in advance for that and for any spelling/grammar mistakes in my posts.

@sophieswundergarten @oflightningandstars @acollectionofcuriousreblogs @herawell @commsroom

Change of Mind:

Oh hi Lovelace. But which one are you? Alien robot clone Lovelace, or the original?

Or maybe someone or something else?

And do you know who you are?

Oh a lucid dream!

Flashback to the old crew! Interesting...Hello Hilbert. I'm not learning how to spell "sell burg". Selburg. is that it?

I see what we're doing. You're gonna make me like the old crew and make me listen to them die and all of Lovelace's trauma? Oldest trick in the book: utilizing flashback land at the right time. Why don't you just take us back to Doug's car crash well you're at it? Oh! Or maybe we can listen to Minkowski's husband hear that his wife died? Oh, no, wait, take us to when Hera tried to escape Pryce's facility, I actually want to see that.

Oh she and Lambert seem to have a bit of a rivalry going on. It's like Doug and Minkowski. They annoy each other, but if anyone else tries to hurt them, they'll go nuts (and probably feel real guilty no doubt).

"Everything alright?" When is it ever alright? This entire show, I don't think we've had one alright day.

Only a matter of time before Hilbert pulls some BS.

LOVELACE IS DOING THE INTRO I LOVE IT! I love when they change who does the intro (I say as I'm sure to eat my words when Cutter and/or Pryce does it).

I'm sorry I have a hard time keeping track of the names. At least Lambert has a distinct voice.

Oh do these two other characters have a bit of thing going on? I love the accents. It's a good way to help me distinguish them, even though I still can't tell who is who. oh yeah Hilbert I know. And geez man no need to be a buzz kill.

Lambert, the people who wrote the manual are sadistic lunatics who need to be imprisoned.

Ah Australian accent guy!

preach it Australian accent guy: "Zip it sir!"

"There's good stuff in these manuals, or they wouldn't be up here either."

Hm. Not sure about that one Australian guy. But we can't be right about everything.

Oh but he is right about Cutter. Cutter DOES get creepier every time. 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

"I AM NOT" ...wait. Is Lambert voiced by... (*quick and careful google search to avoid spoilers*) ...Zach Valenti, yeah I heard it that time. Well that explains the nasal voice.

I love how Doug and Sam are both communications officers, and yet so different from each other.

I love Rhea. But I do wonder. Why does she only communicates by beeps? At first I assumed it was because she was an earlier model, and Hera was an upgrade with a voice for easier communication. But then Pryce had that line of "There is a reason I give these things my voice...". But it seems you didn't always have to do that Pryce. I wonder what Rhea did that made her so nervous?

Message from Command? The empty man again? Oh..."your complaints will be processed upon Lovelace’s return to earth?" Cutter was probably giggling to himself when he wrote that.

BOX 953? BOX 953? FINALLY!!!!!

I swear. Cutter and Pryce intentionally send up the most organized, by the book, responsible person they can find up paired with the most ADHD, I don't care, I don't want to be here person they can find just for the purpose of making Hilbert miserable when he has to listen to them fight.

"Who will fight for what is right?" Yeah, I'm sure Lambert and Lovelace will, unlike you Hilbert.

Ah yes the big box. The mysterious big box. We're finally gonna open the great big box. 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🎊🎊🎊🎊🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Is it an alien? Is it a death machine? OH THE SOUND IS BACK!

Right the bolts. But we can do it, please please do it, I've waited a long time just open the box. Shut up Hilbert, no one cares what you have to say, I just want the box open, and you are gonna betray everyone anyway because you're crazy and think Cutter is gonna use Decima for good stuff, but he's gonna use it for eugenics, calling it now, because, guess what? When I was studying for my final, I realized from my lecture notes that "Goddard" is the name of a eugenicist who later apologized for his work, but not before other eugenicists took it and ran with it. And I don't believe that's a coincidence.

🎶 Opening the box. Opening the box. We're finally opening the great big box! 🎶

And..........

.....it's a....machine thing. A weird mechanical machine thing.

...

Okay!

6 openings on the machine...PUT YOUR HANDS INSIDE?

No. Nope. Not doing that. Don't like that. Don't do that.

Oh that sounded painful. That sounded...

Gross. Cutter.

THE WAITING ROOM?

...

THE WAITING ROOM?

I SWEAR THAT I AM NOT LOOKING FOR TMBS PARALLELS IN EVERY MEDIA I CONSUME BUT COME ON. IT HAS THE SAME NAME. THE SAME NAME. And I suppose the first fandom you join tumblr for never truly leaves you, does it? I've only spent about a year on this site, still learning.

Mental blank space? Oh gosh this is gross.

"Of course it's inside your head. But why should that mean it's not real?" Dang it Cutter I was gonna use a similar line in my fic and now I can't. You just can't stop giving me reasons to hate you can you? It's like an Olympic sport to him. Props to the writers though.

Imprint of Cutter's personality? That's the worst personality you could have picked.

Oh I see. Lambert's complaints did this... oh dear... well he's gonna learn his lesson about complaining now...

Complaining = Cutter's torture box.

He's taking them on a "Field Trip?"

With Cutter? I doubt it. *camera cuts Doug moaning*

What happens if they don't solve the mystery before time? And is there even a real timer? And why do I get the feeling YOU KILLED THE CREW CUTTER?

"Talent show went wrong or some sort of incident" I love the irony. I also wonder whether or not some of these crews are clones or whether these trips have happened before. It's a possibility.

Oh great. Australian man has people he cares about on earth. You guys really want to rip my heart out on this one don't you?

Oh who is this? What captain? Who's surrender? Explosives? For who's plan? Who is paying for it? What?

Well. What a nice obliging fella. I love Australian man. He's one of my favorite characters. I'm sorry about name thing.

"From A to E, all my love" Interesting. I wonder that too. Not sure we have characters by those names. Well, Alana, but she's dead and that doesn't really fit her.

Oh a diary. Emily. Who is coming? Are these people supposed to be "fills ins" for them. Like to show them what might happen if they went crazy or rebelled against Cutter? This is messed up.

Someone would do that? ...oh. If this was a real event, Cutter is making Hilbert live through it all over again. Which means Hilbert has to act like he doesn't know what's going on but also does because they are being timed.

I hope they use that for comedy: Hilbert: "oh look! Clue! I mean um...I think, I was not here this did not happen I do not know."

Katherine who? Who destroyed the samples? ...four glass tanks.

What um...what happened to the fifth glass tank? The spiders? Something worse?

Oh my gosh. The heartbeat coming from the box when Doug found it. The fact that it was so large...no wait, this is a simulation, never mind. I thought I had something there.

Cutter you can't edit the simulation that's not fair. Back on the Hephaestus? Why do I doubt it. Oh Rhea. Good work Rhea! But um...I have my doubts...

"A shame not to know" it is, but it would be even more foolish to investigate.

"I have a weird feeling we're not at rock bottom yet...I don't want to crash into it..." oh you have no idea Lovelace.

"It could be important" not in the way you think Lambert. Not in the way you think Lambert.

"There's a thing following us" I knew it wasn't over yet.

The empty man cometh.

...Oh great. Lovelace that's not funny. Doing stuff like that triggers the dramatic irony.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

The Dramatic Irony Cometh.

Ah! Here it is. Who said "Tell me about it?" Was that Doug? How would that even be possible? Was that Cutter? This is weird. I can't tell whose voice it is exactly.

Oh Australian man is getting closer to the truth. Kinda makes you wonder, doesn't it Hilbert?

"Is anyone there?" Someone is always there.

Aw poor Rhea. She knows what's happening to Fischer. :( Or she's mocking Hilbert.

"How did I end up back here?" You're still in the simulation.

Who is there? The empty man. He escaped his box! Or you're still in the simulation. Or both.

Rhea is calling out your BS Hilbert.

Dmitri?

How does she know his name? And why do I think Rhea isn't the one doing this. I do like the idea of the ship's architecture changing.

No change in the star. Yet something is happening.

Empty men time!

Or...empty...dog? Time? What's with the growl?

Wings? Tentacles? A what? Monster YOU imagined?

Well then. We're still in the simulation.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't figured it out." Who is that?

Is that Cutter? Why did he sound almost normal for a second. Oh no that is him.

A singing telegram would be nice.

"So we never made it out?" ...in more ways than one.

Yeah. Rhea can't be here. She's not connected.

Called it.

...um. Who is THIS?

57 COPIES? Aries. Don't like her. Is that how it's spelled? Aires? Eres? Erase?

If it's in your heads she very much CAN hurt you.

And the temporal stuff is interesting. A story out of order. So technically...oh my gosh there are so many theories I can make out of this. But I gotta keep cleaning so I'll just let the episode play out.

The next room? When does this end?

Ah Hilbert. I was wondering where he was.

A week of time? TIME DIALATION?

Okay...if anyone has seen black mirror and saw my entry for Pryce on my post about Christmas music that reminds me of Wolf359 characters, you'll know that I already know that Hui is about to come out of this a scarred and desperate man. (some of you might already understand what I'm talking about...)

This is terrifying. Hui has to be horrified. Lovelace...oh and they're making Victoria ask for the clues, this is cruel. The speed up sound effects make it so much worse. It really is like Black Mirror.

Also... is this aging him? And a week of time...is that an earth week? We're talking about earth weeks right?

Took something from the person who killed them. Okay. Another clue.

Are you sure Selberg? If this is an old memory that Cutter is showing him, then I think he would be...unless this is different than what Hilbert experienced before.

"Everyone would have gotten spaced" ...right. Is there gonna be a big twist where they all got blown out the window on talent show night in season 1 and everything we're seeing is a simulation of their consciousness.

Ah the alien clones are here! Which means Cutter has known about them for a while.

They could also both be fake. Or both real, if they make an AI copy of his consciousness.

Additional medical exams? oh really getting into the questions now.

"I'm not Fischer" ... okay, but you have to have them both do it though...

...or not.

Okay so Fischer is the Australian one. But he could be fake too you should test him.

Good, asking them both questions. Smart. Good work Lambert.

I hate dark rooms too.

Change of Mind?

Sudden Death?

"If both of you press don't, you get to go up to the bridge"

IT'S THE PRISONERS DILEMMA ARE YOU SERIOUS? ARE ALL MY FANDOMS CONNECTED?

Lovelace Do, Lambert Don't, delete all Lambert's memories of manual, brain rejects desire to read? Don't do it Lovelace. Don't do it.

Lovelace Don't, Lambert Do, all crew will think he's the commander.

Guys this should not be tempting.

Both press "Do" they get liquified.

Okay. So I was right about the dilemma. Eres shut up. Stop trying to liquify their brains! Now this is an AI I believe was created by Pryce and Cutter.

Oh she's making Lambert tell the truth. Lambert this is the part where you tell her it's okay to press do because you'll press don't. It's not worth it, throw in the towel. NOT TIMES UP!

Let's not be stupid.

Lambert: Don't. Good job Lambert. Thank you Lambert.

Lovelace: Don't. Good job Lovelace.

End of the game? Why do I not believe you?

End of the line? I don't like that. Why is Lovelace by herself? I don't like rooms that are just for one person. Those never go well.

Ah. The bridge. Is that Eres? She sounds young. Oh she's apologizing. Aw, she hoped they'd make it and was only programmed to hurt them. This is...so sad. Oh dear. A gun.

"You should fight this" "And what?" "This is what they made me for. This doesn't have to be sad."

"Just because someone made you something doesn't means that's all you're going to be" VERY true, both for the alien clones and the AI.

Oh great it's Cutter. Oh HE kills her. Why am I not surprised.

Another message? ✉️

"Training program might not be up to international law. By ripping up this paper, you are absolving us." I'd save that paper forever.

So the training program was wiped? Eres is gone.

Rhea: "It's just the way they programmed her, back off."

Oh poor Rhea 🥺

Aw Victoria is trying to cheer him up. I wonder what he does remember. A bad dream? Interesting.

That's nice, they're reading together. Not much time left in the episode. I wonder what's left.

So...wait. What was in the box when Doug went to open it? Was it the same machine? He said he heard a heartbeat.

At least Lambert and Lovelace seem to be getting along. Those kinds of experiences really do bring people together.

Ah more music. 🎶🎶🎶🎶

Cutter???

Why this day? Cutter you idiot. It's obvious. And she is going to mess you up someday Cutter. Dramatic irony cometh Cutter. Dramatic irony cometh.

Ah Doug is back! Kepler shut your mouth, I still need you to grab your redemption arc or drown in Whiskey. And you better make your choice quickly, because we only have one season left. Tik-tok errand boy, tik-tok.

Ready or not. Empty man cometh!

[tobiasdrake]

Back in the real world. With a bucketload of remorse.

Shinigami's as bad as Amaterasu. I hope we get to kill her in the end.

Honestly, Martina, I don't know why you aren't going to shoot us anyway. It's not like you care.

Last chapter, we got away because Halara beat the shit out of everybody. I have absolutely no idea what's staying your hand this time around. Even if Kurumi is innocent, you still have us dead to rights on breaking into an all-girls' school and impersonating a high-ranking officer, specifically you. Why is that water under the bridge?

You're seriously not even going to clap us in handcuffs and drag us away? It's all fine?

You have no fucking idea, Desuhiko. Yuma's bearing the weight of tremendous injustice, almost as bad as what Amaterasu was going to do.

And also the weight of having to listen to this fucking parasite mouth off.

...what's your hunch, Desuhiko? No, for real, I'm genuinely interested to hear what Desuhiko thinks happened in there. It's certain to be wildly off-base and I could use something to lift my spirits right now. Y'know, after we just murdered three teenagers for being victimized.

Okay, but be specific. Please, describe your interpretation in great detail! I need the lulz right now. Badly.

No! Come back! ENTERTAIN ME!!! Goddammit.

Great. Now I'm left alone with the obligatory love interest whose only character trait is "very nice". Y'know, like most obligatory love interests.

Yep. You can see it all from here. A beautiful skyline, the bright pink glows of the city, and the huge neon sign that reads "ARE YOU SHIPPING THIS YET?"

Yes, Kodaka. I understood what you meant when you gave Shinigami 500 lines going, "UGH, I HATE YOUR NEW GIRLFRIEND SO MUCH!" And Desuhiko another 500 lines going, "CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR GIRLFRIEND!" You've been very unsubtle about the fact that we're meant to be shipping this.

People complain about "LGBT romances forced down your throat" any time a gay person happens to exist nearby. But whenever a male and female character that the writer wants you to ship are together onscreen, every five seconds inundates you with stuff like,

That's what forcing a romance down your throat looks like. I actively hate when designated M/F couples are onscreen together because every character around them suddenly turns into a Romance Cheerleader. They do everything in their power to assure you that this is the most romance ever except, like, actually write romance.

In the end, I just don't think "LOL Let's go on a date!" is tonally appropriate after the extremely dark resolution we just experienced. Then again, I guess that sort of mood whiplash is psychopop in a nutshell. Our hands are covered in blood; Let's go check out the pretty sights!

We've certainly executed people less deserving in the Mutual Killing Games, to be sure. It just hurts.

[enruiinas]

Interaction PSA: On Verses & Verse Building!

-- Info pertaining to verses, AUs, verse-buildings, crossovers, etc. This series of PSAs is meant to accompany & further elaborate on some things in my updated rules. I link to them throughout not as required guidelines, but what I hope are helpful snippets for those looking for the best means of interacting! --

♥ I love verses. I love verse-building. I love AUs. That's it, y'all. That's the post. (I"m technically kidding, but it could be.) I love playing in other peoples' verses, I love people jumping into my verses, I love building a verse with a mun whether it's based on a series of canon-divergent what-ifs or taking our muses and throwing them into the setting or situations of another fandom we both enjoy... you name it.

♥ I am happy to write all the threads, in all the verses, all the time. I like having multiple things going on. I have verses that are spin-offs of other verses that only explore a minor deviation in the original premise of the verse. When I say I want to explore our muses in every possible scenario, I mean it - so if you're ever torn on options for a meme, or you've got a "well... we could do this, but we could also do this," situation, there is a high probability I'm just going to send you the "both is good" meme and ask what we're calling both of them.

Seriously. I have enough threads in enough verses going on with @climatact that I had to put together a thread directory. And I love every single one of them.

♥ Exploring canon-divergent "what if" scenarios is my favorite. Off the top of my head, some of the verses I've helped create or been a part of have been based around questions like these (shoutout to those reading their questions or ones we've discussed here, y'all know who you are):

• what if robin had found her way to the north & joined the donquixote family after aokiji sent her on her way from ohara? • what if bellemere had lived, nami had followed in her footsteps to become a marine, law & corazon had had more time together, and their search for a cure had taken them as far as the east? • what if law had stayed with the donquixote family (willingly or not?)

tl:dr; i love them. ask them. let's build verses from them!

♥ Other things I love building verses off of? Shared interests, tropes, and favorite fandoms.

• ❛ Oh, hey. I love Greek mythology. You too? Cool let's build a verse where our muses are gods & goddesses. ❜ • ❛ Found family trope?! Absolutely, let's do it. ❜ • ❛ You watched Noragami too? We should build a Noragami verse for them! ❜

♥ The point is, I love verses. Give them to me - all of them. :3 And for a list of fandoms I'm familiar with, please click here (updated 3/28/2024). If you see anything on it you'd like to explore a verse for, give me a shout! (There are a few on there I'd need to revisit to shake my brain awake for, but I wouldn't mention them if I wasn't interested enough to make a verse up for.)

Other PSAs: Memes, Plotting, On Verses & Verse-Building, General RP Preferences (Coming Soon), OOC interactions (Coming Soon), Mutuals & Affiliates (Coming Soon), ALL PSAs.

[yasashiiku]

ramble under the cut, abt my activity, my Shou portrayal, some other stuff that i just wanna get off my chest, honestly don't know what this is but yeah shoo shoo if you don't want negativity cuz it's there. tw for mention of irl wars, no details

i feel like??? im making people uncomfortable in a way??? I don't know how or from where exactly this feeling came to be & most likely it just me overthinking over faint and small matters but like. i still feel that way and i want to acknowledge it. i know im a multi & all I've been doing is being Shou brained with bits of Kyojuro here & there and it makes me feel weird & guilty, i love my other muses and i have so many ideas for them but i barely have brains for anything that gives me instant serotonin with how life's been going, not many of you know but a war is ongoing where I live, we are safe, we are housing refugees, and then there is the stress the comes with everything, I don't want to add drastic details, I just hope it makes my state of mind and my slowness to reply to things understandable.

Aside from that, I worry over the way my portrayal of Shou is perceived, I have no idea if it's noticeable from outsider pov but I am going for darker themes, he's a teenager going through your typical "tragic backstory", with an environment full of questionable adults & endangering situations on a daily basis, it's going to be anguish & genuinely disturbing at times & tagged properly, and I want to explore it just like that cuz sometime people face unspeakable things, and they make it out alive and they learn to heal & that brings peace to me, Shou (at least in his main verse) isn't just a good kid, he is genuinely violent and cruel and has seen so much shit it's practically ruining him, he's the boy behind an antagonistic that never came to be, but he is still a boy with enough innocence to love his family & care for his pets and try to be kind, I'm trying to balance both sides of this boy. Im saying all that because such darker themes are more common within blogs with adult muses & not the younger ones like what I'm doing here, and I want it to be clear that if you're not comfortable abt the way my portrayal is- please don't feel compelled to write with me just cuz he's my main focus or in consideration of my feelings.

I've been considering moving Shou to his own blog again & making it even more private, to feel enough investment in him cuz i have so much more in store for him, to get rid of the guilt of not writing other muses and feeling like im making some mutuals stick around for nothing, I think I just want everyone to be honest, and not feel like they HAVE to stick around, cuz I don't want to tie anyone with things that may disturb them or even just things they aren't interested in. I'd be the happiest if both sides are writing things they're genuinely happy to write! because that's the point we're all here for right???

[waywardsculs]

i'm gonna go to bed because it's like 1:30am and i need to do some things later to be an adult ( gross i know )

but i want to say a couple of things for all of you lovely mutuals of mine

there is absolutely never any rush for replies or ask answers. take things at your own pace. i will absolutely never put pressure on you to reply faster, no matter how invested i am in things going on. i'm just glad to write with you at all.

i am absolute ship trash. if you're interested in shipping with any of my muses, please don't hesitate to come tell me what ideas you have. a lot of the time i'm very likely to be down for it. to expand on that, once we've had at least one ship for even a couple of days the rest of my roster is honestly free for you to jump at. i ain't kidding when i say go ham.

you're welcome to continue any asks as threads. i don't really care if it's in the form of new posts or just reblogging the ask. if you'd like to continue something, you have my permission to automatically.

i don't ever intend to make it seem like i'm ignoring messages or replies. i do have memory problems, plus i'm doing about a billion things at any one time unfortunately. a lot of the time i think i've responded to things when, in truth, i haven't. i'm also extremely bad with small talk. it's not anyone's fault but my own.

if we're mutuals, you don't need my permission to send asks or jump on open starters. it all depends on context of these though, but for the most part just have fun and get some stuff going. i don't bite (unless you're into it).

as i have stated in my rules, angst is only with rp partners i feel comfortable writing it with. and this is not something i'll budge on. ever.

last but not least, i love you ♥