#kinda sorta a dick move. i'm just saying.

[billthedrake]

Another story idea given by @maturedadsandmen

BIRD IN THE HAND

Cole Walker was about two blocks from his destination when his phone rang. He normally wouldn't answer it, but it was his sorta-kinda boyfriend/fuckbuddy John. Cole still made fun of John for still preferring to call instead of just text, but that's what you get sometimes for dating a man much older.

"Hey," the 24 year old answered. DC weather had moved from cold to brisk and his cheeks were flush.

"Hiya sexy," the said. John's voice was a craggy tenor, with an upstate New York accent. "Just wanted to hear your voice."

Cole smiled. The whole arrangement with John was weird, to say the least. The congressional staffer didn't even know the guy's last name. John was an FBI agent who was VERY closeted. In a town like DC, that wasn't unusual, and Cole himself had only told a couple of close friends that he was gay. But John seemed to want the boyfriend stuff as much as the sex. Cuddling, long talks, dates. All while being crazy protective of his privacy.

"Tough day?" Cole asked. He wished he didn't feel so eager to talk to the man, but it wasn't like he was ready for an open boyfriend either. The fact the federal agent was 47 made something real and public seem impossible to the younger man. He, too, enjoyed the play-pretend nature of their dating if he was honest with himself.

"And how," John breathed. "I'm about to meet a buddy for dinner, but I wanted to call... we still on for date night Saturday? I'll take you somewhere nice." It was only then that Cole could tell the man was in a public place and talking a little quieter than normal.

"Yeah," Cole replied. "And you don't have to go all out. I just enjoy seeing you."

There was a contrite pause on the other end. "I know I've not been good at things lately.. but would it be pushing my luck to have you stay over this time?"

Cole's heart pounded. It was hard to hold a grudge. "No, not at all."

John's volume got lower. "Damn, studly," he hissed. "That's gonna help me get through this week all right."

"Yeah," the younger man chimed in.

"Listen... I gotta go. But see you Saturday?"

"Yep," Cole replied. "Looking forward to it."

After they hung up, Cole felt guilty. It wasn't like he and John were boyfriends, really, not in the conventional sense, and they'd never said anything about being exclusive. If the agent ever asked, Cole would very likely agree to be a one-man guy but until then...

But the real reason he felt guilty is that Paul Ricciardi pushed his buttons in a different way than John. Cole dubbed him the "Head Honcho" is his mind, and while Ricciardi wasn't the number one guy at the Bureau, he wasn't that far down the org chart. In a lot of ways, he was the opposite of John - married and addicted to down-low sex, more dominant in bed, and confident in hooking up with a recently graduated dude despite his high-profile position. He knew Cole Walker was after dick and wasn't gonna blab to anyone.

Paul was just wrapping up a phone call when he heard the buzzer of the apartment. The rental was justified as a place to crash for late nights, but certainly his wife knew her 53-year-old husband kept on an affair, maybe more than one. They just never talked about it. The dont-ask-dont-tell approach worked for the law man.

Ricciardi's gruff face cracked a smile when he opened the door to see Cole. Dudes like this were dime a dozen in DC... congressional staffer, needy bottom, daddy issues galore. But this Walker kid was exceptional: he'd played soccer at Georgetown and his bulking up since graduation had interfered with that youthful jock look. The real deal. No two ways about, Cole was gorgeous. Just the right amount of masculine, the right amount of cute, total boy-next-door who still carried that jock gain as he walked in.

"Hey," Cole's voice said, quietly as he walked in. He respected Paul's need for discretion, it was almost intuitive.

"Hey," the career law enforcement man whispered in a soft growl, shutting the door. "You look hot as fuck."

Cole's eyes swept up Ricciardi's build. Mid-50s and fit as ever, the toned daddy beef filling out Paul's conservative but expensive suit and the short-cropped gray hair setting off the intensity of the man's brown eyes. The tie was loosened but other wise he was a poster boy for Bureau leadership. "You too," he gulped.

Paul grinned and reached up to cup the back of Cole's neck, yanking the younger man into a hot kiss.

Cole moaned into Paul's mouth as that thick tongue conquered him. He could taste scotch and smell the man's cologne. Reflexes kicked in as he reached forward to hold the man's suited waist, enjoying the feel of the Head Honcho's hard body beneath.

The kiss was over as quickly as it started. Ricciardi stepped back and reached down to unzip his suit trousers. The man wasn't overly hung - like John, his cock was meaty, even fat. "Gonna suck Daddy's cock, kid?" Paul roughly growled.

"Fuck yes," Cole said. He's been with only six men since first becoming sexually active at 21. But he quickly realized he was all bottom - orally and anally. He was still surprised he'd bagged two FBI men over the last year and a half. Luck, for sure, but it was also clear the ex-soccer jock had a type. Both Paul and John were strong, silent daddy personalities. His own father was a PA state trooper, and one day Cole would have to analyze the fucked-up part of his head that got turned on by that. Or not. Maybe it was something that could never fully be explained - it's just something about a law enforcement man pushed his buttons big time.

Paul Ricciardi was careful about who he fucked. He had a one-at-a-time rule, for the sake of discretion. By now, he'd had his share of hot young men. He'd met some real sluts and a couple of ex-jocks like Cole. But no one had combined that effortless masculinity with a real bottom eagerness like this kid.

"Fuck yeah," he growled as Cole began deep throating that fat hog. "Swallow Daddy."

More than he realized Cole was worked up that evening. He would have chalked it up to missing this cock, but actually Paul had reached out to him more frequently lately, no longer the once a month booty call. Maybe the more he had it, the more he wanted it.

That hand now clasped the back of Cole's neck and held tight as Paul's hips went into overdrive. Fast hard jabs battered the back of Cole's gullet. It was too much, and Cole coughed some on it, which made Paul pause before starting a gentler, if no less deep, thrusting.

Finally he pulled out, that dick spit wet and rock hard. It was beautiful to Cole. Like with John, he decided he liked the extra girth more than he craved extra length. For as bottomy as he was, the young stud wasn't a size queen. He'd prefer a tool that could use him without too much discomfort.

"To the bedroom, kid," Paul hissed, a hint of a smile cracking on the stern face. He was used to being in charge in every aspect of his life. He was in charge now. But something about this jock stud made him feel a little less in control.

Cole scrambled up. He'd learned to come over to Paul's prepared. Sometimes the two took their time, sometimes the married man seeded him in two minutes flat and sent him back home. As they entered the spare bedroom for the apartment, Cole quickly peeled off his sweatshirt and T in one move and just as quickly kicked off his sneakers and peeled down the jeans. There was nothing underneath and his own hardon stood up erect and excited. Cole may not have had the girth of his boyfriend or this man, but he was hung longer and the sparser crotch hair made his jock bone look even longer.

Paul was taking off his suit and laying it on a chair. He'd hang it up later. For now, his ravenous eyes were on Cole as he got onto the bed, on all fours. They didn't always mate this way but it was Ricciardi's favorite position, and Cole's too, thought they'd never talked about it. They just fucked.

Then watched the Head Honcho step toward the bed, his body tightly dense from dedicated workouts. The chest fur wasn't as silver as his hair, but it was getting there, and it got denser the closer toward that magic cock, which was already dripping.

"Damn, when was the last time you got off?" Cole asked.

Paul climbed on the bed and ran his hand over the ex-jock's dusty haired but half smooth rump. "Fucked the wife yesterday," he hissed. "I'm just a horny guy."

"I'll say," Cole replied. He didn't know what he thought about fooling around with a married man. It probably wasn't the moral thing to do. At least John was single, or said he was single. Maybe the man lied, hence the lack of a last name.

Then Cole felt the nuzzling of the man's face in his clean crack and the contact of that thick tongue. John was actually better at rimming, or at least liked to go longer, but something about Paul's intensity drove him wild. "Yes," he hissed backing his ass back against the man's munching face. A hard slap hit his cheek as the Head Honcho dove in more eagerly. It was gonna be a quick one, but Ricciardi was a grade-A ass man and could rarely resist a taste of Cole's jock hole.

"Goddamn," the FBI man finally said as he leaned up. Cole could feel that hard beef press against his back as Paul reached over for some lube. Just a squirt, not too much... Ricciardi liked a snug ride.

The man quickly fingere Cole and almost as quickly lined up that fat prick to press in.

Cole's deflowering, the night after his 21st birthday, had been by a very patient man, and he'd lucked out to find a couple of tops who knew how to go slow at first. Paul Ricciardi was the first man to show Cole he didn't always need slow.

That dick popped in now, snapping open the elasticity of the young man's pucker.

"Fuck yes!" Paul growled. He leaned forward again, covering Cole's smooth back with his own meaty furry one. "You feel that kid?"

"God yes," Cole hissed. Maybe it was the rank or the badge, but everything about Paul turned him on and made this FAR easier than he'd ever imagine. He even enjoyed the crude way Ricciardi's bone just barreled in further, past his internal tightness. "Fuck me, man."

That was Paul's cue, his green light. Wrapping an arm around Cole's shoulder and neck, he held on tightly and thrust all the way into the hot stud. Barely taking a rest, he began fucking, hard.

"Oh fuck!" Cole whimpered. He wished he could keep his normally deep voice low, but the pitch rose once Paul reamed him like this. "Oh god, oh fuck!"

A hand clasped over his mouth. Paul wasn't overly verbal today, though he could be. Instead he gripped the kid close and rode him hard. It had been a tough week and he needed a fuck like this to channel his stress.

Each mating like this made Cole wonder if it could get better. His prick was now leaking like crazy on Paul's bedsheets and his muscles flexed involuntarily in the man's strong grip.

THIS is what made him feel about going around behind John's back. Cole wished to god that John could fuck like this, or would fuck like this. The Head Honcho was even less available a man than John, but he outmanned Cole's boyfriend in the sack.

BAM, BAM, BAM. Paul's fat cock was relentless now. Some guys couldn't take it. Cole could, and would. The very knowledge had the FBI big-wig's prick getting slick with his own precum.

Cole concentrated and forced himself to quiet his moans. The hand unclasped from his mouth and moved to feel up more of the ex-soccer jock's lean body.

"You're close," he heard. Paul wasn't asking a question.

Cole forced his voice back to its deeper register. "Yah." He felt light headed now. Before Paul he thought hands-free cums were a myth. They weren't though, and he was about to offer proof again now.

"Oh shit," he breathed in a whisper. His dick jerked and the first spray of precum jetted out, matching what Paul was pushing deeper and deep into his guts with each hard jab.

BAM, BAM, BAM. The fucking was harder and faster, if possible, only Ricciardi was starting to lose his cadence. The man was orgasming now.

Cole's dick now jerked again, and the cum flew out. Seven heavy ropes of young cum being pressed out from within. Cole didn't pass out exactly, but he lost focus, like he'd sucked too many poppers at once.

Paul's body slowed and now rested immobile on his back. A light kiss was the one gesture of affection Ricciardi offered him, ever, but the simple act was more powerful for it. Cole wished he could have experienced his partner's cum more vividly, but the payoff of the simultaneous orgasm made up for it. He and John had done that once.

Paul rolled his muscular, FBI-fit body off his sexual conquest and lazily plopped onto the mattress. He was sweaty and handsome as fuck and his prick still twitched in its wetness, semen oozing out of the tip.

Just as lazily Ricciardi reached over to stroke Cole's side as the younger stud gingerly stretched his legs and lay on his back. "Remind me to thank your boyfriend for the hall pass," he hissed.

Cole had told the Head Honcho that he was seeing someone. He's admitted it to put Paul at ease for a discreet hookup, but he regretted sharing that info now. "He doesn't know, actually."

Paul chuckled. "I thought you said you had an arrangement... but that's cool, kid."

Cole felt embarrassed. "I mean, we don't have an exclusive thing, but I guess I haven't gone into details with him."

Normally the Head Honcho would be getting up, going to piss, showering off, or just slipping on some sweat pants in a clear signal it was Cole's time to go. Instead the man's eyes seemed not to get enough of the 24-year old and his hand moved up to gingerly stroke Cole's cute-handsome face.

"Well, I'm glad this works out for you," Ricciardi said. "I know I come on strong, but you're really fucking hot."

"I know," Cole smiled. He knew his worth, but it was also a joke.

Paul got it, chuckling. "As you can tell, I'm a busy man... but I'd love to see you a little more often. If it works out with you and your boyfriend." For a take-charge man, he seemed surprisingly shy in his request.

"That's be hot," Cole said. Paul Ricciardi didn't kiss as much as Cole would like, almost never after the act itself. But it was hard to give up the man's harder approach in bed and his overall sexiness. "You're really fucking hot, too."

"I know," Paul repeated Cole's joke back to him in perfect timing. "Am I hotter than your boyfriend?" he asked with a wink, then patted Cole's chest. "Sorry, that was my male competitiveness kicking in."

Cole nodded. He wasn't going to give Paul the satisfaction of an answer. Besides he didn't know how he would answer. John was sexy as fuck, too, and reminded Cole a lot of Paul in his stature, build, and appearance. "Maybe I shouldn't admit this but he works for the bureau, too."

"Yeah?" he smirked.

"Yeah," Cole nodded. He was glad to see Paul's laid back side. Maybe being married, the man wasn't bothered by hearing about another man. Lazily, the man's fingers caressed Cole's chest muscle. "John. A field agent," Cole said, opening up. He'd not been able to tell a single other soul about the most important development of his life over the last year. It turns out this DL hookup with a DC big shot gave him the only opportunity. He blushed as he added, "Funny thing is I don't even know his last name. He's super closeted. Always going on about how he's married to the Bureau and doesn't have time for anything else."

"Sounds like my brother Jo..." Paul stopped, his face growing beet red and his fingers pausing in their motion on Cole's naked body. "Jesus Christ, you're not fucking my brother are you?"

Cole was taken aback. The idea was crazy and yet once Paul said, he knew it was possible, even likely. The resemblance wasn't dead-on, but it wasn't far apart either. "I dunno," he stammered. "Fuck."

Paul got out of bed and Cole felt bad. Ashamed but also pissed. This guy was probably overreacting. There had to be a thousand Johns in the Bureau. But judging from the Head Honcho's reaction, Cole worried he'd fucked up a good thing.

Only Paul's expression wasn't anger as he walked back in. He had his phone in his hand. He slid back into bed and held it up. There was a photo of John already, probably taken a year ago at the beach, the agent in chino shorts and a casual polo, barefoot in the sand at sunset.

"Is that him?" Paul asked, like he was interrogating a suspect.

Cole nodded, tears welling at the edge of his eyes. "Sorry, Paul," he muttered. "Fuck, I didn't know."

Paul gave a grimace which was strangely comforting as he set down his phone. "I know you didn't, kiddo." He gave Cole a good look, like he was still trying to process things. "Confirmed bachelor, my ass," he laughed cynically.

"I don't know... he's kept things casual with us. Sometimes I think it's more a fuck buddy thing, you know?" Cole was trying to make it sound better, but the more he talked the more he realized it was sounding worse.

Paul had one last shake of the head. "Well, my brother had good fucking taste... I'll give him that." Then, "maybe you should go, OK?"

His tone was surprisingly empathetic, not mean. Cole could tell Paul was feeling concern that he'd encroached in onto his brother's guy and was processing the fact John was very probably full-on gay. And maybe the Head Honcho was worried how Cole was processing all this.

"Yeah," the ex-jock said, quickly gathering his clothes to put back on.

"Don't worry, kid," Paul said, leaning up in his bed, still naked and hunky looking. "This shit happens. Well, maybe not very often, but it's nothing to get freaked over."

"I'm OK," Cole said gamely. A million thoughts were racing in his mind but one worry in particular.

"But what?" Ricciairdi prompted, able to tell something was bugging the young guy.

"I shouldn't admit this," Cole said. "But I'm gonna miss the sex we've had."

Paul's brown eyes sought his and it was like their connection was a spark of energy. "Me, too, kid, me too."

Cole Walker thought about those words the whole walk back to his apartment.

[h0ney-mochi]

It has been some time since my last ask, but happy new years!! (15 days late woohoo)

But I have an idea (hehe) nsfw content, though. Blindfolded Wanderer and Xiao being jerked off and from behind by the reader, and they're receiving a bunch of marks and hickeys on their neck + shoulders wahahhaha

And we're overestimulating them. Why? Well, Wanderer's bratiness is self-explanatory. Xiao on the other hand, maybe him and reader live at the Inn together and kept receiving noise complaints, and instead of not having seggs, reader kinda js punishes him by making it even harder for him to stay quiet 💀

Just an idea lol, have a wonderful day <333 mwah

Overstimulating as punishment !

Characters: Xiao, Wanderer x reader (separate)

NSFW/SMUT CONTENT (overstimulation (duh), marking/biting, blindfold, begging, dacryphilia sorta on wanderer's, reader shoves fingers in xiao's mouth lol, rather short scenarios, wanderer gets called scara)

Summary: Jerking them off while they're blindfolded due to one being a brat and the other being loud <3

A/n: Sorry for taking such a long time on this- but ah, happy late new years! These two sound so cute when you're overstimulating them aahhh they're begging you to stop, slow down, whatever, but will you? No. They need a lil lesson <3

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

Xiao

Yes, he was aware that you two had gotten another noise complaint. He felt embarrassed about it.. Jeez, how many people heard you and him? Again..?

He could tell you weren't happy about it, but you immediately changed your expression to a smile. You just say that you two should be more quiet, you know?

That's what you said last time and before it. Except this time your smile seemed different. Your touches as well. You had something on your mind. Xiao wasn't sure if he should be worried or..

Well, all those thoughts dissapear when his back is against your chest. You're putting a blindfold around his eyes, kissing his cheek from behind. "Let's be quieter, okay?"

...

He's biting his lip, trying to be more silent, but he still fails miserably when you jerk his dick. You leave kisses on his neck before sucking on a spot, leaving another mark and speeding up your hand.

His head falls back on your shoulder, hands holding onto the sheets below him. Meanwhile you suck another dark hickey onto his neck.

Xiao moans loud when he cums, you slowing down just a little. He groans, catching his breath, but that's when you speed up again It makes him jolt, starting to gasp, hand immediately going to hold onto your arm.

"Stop, wai- that's, ah-! too much!!'' He moans, trying to move. You chuckle, sucking another dark mark on his neck, continuing to jerk him off while he moans high, louder than usual. You pull away after finishing a mark, whispering, "Oh, but you'll have to endure it. You're always being a little too loud, Xiao, and we get these noise complaints."

He whines, gripping your hand, thighs closing. You put a hand between them, pulling them back. "Ah ah, don't do that. Be a good boy and stay quiet, okay?''

"I'm sorry-! Fuck, ah- fuck, it won't happen aga-AH- again, 'm sorry! Fuck- slow down, [name], fuck slow down, please, too much toomuch-!" "Hm," you hum, going to jerk his tip, making him tremble, "Be more quiet." Xiao tries, biting his lips, turning his head away, but fuck! Is it hard.

You're touching him too good, too quick, too loud. His other hand goes up to his mouth, just so he could be muffled. That's no fun.

So you pull it away, holding it tightly. He whines, trying to close his mouth again. "Where's the fun if you can easily put a hand on your mouth?" You whisper, kissing his shoulder, "Find another way, pretty."

Xiao is trying to move away from you again, it's too much, but fuck.. it feels good. He turns his head to try hiding his moans in your shoulder. You smirk at his attempts.

You take your hand away from his wrist and tell him to turn his head away from your shoulder. He does, with a whine. You shove your fingers in his mouth, laughing. His noises slightly become quieter as he sucks on your fingers, moaning against them.

Xiao's still shaking in your hands, trying to beg you to slow down. Yet all you can feel is his tongue on your fingers and hear slurred words. You suck another bruise on his neck before whispering in his ear.

"Psh, you're cute, look at you. A mess."

Wanderer

Another day of traveling, another day of Wanderer being a bitch. You know how it is. Both of you were rather tired from trying to find some kind of material for your cooking, so you returned to the current location you two were staying at.

You were fed up with his attitude from today, and you just wanted a break, when suddenly a good idea popped in your mind. Enough of Wanderer being a bitch to you, saying how you still need to learn to properly fight, how the material you're looking for is stupid, wondering why you're so quiet and disturbing your concentration. The usual.

When he pulls you towards him, indulging you in a kiss, and more, you know — plan is in action, for sure. .. He did roll his eyes on you wanting to blindfold him. But let you do it, of course.

...

He sighs when your touch is where he needs it. Jerking him off, you leave gentle kisses on his neck, making Wanderer groan. Then you bite him, just how he likes it. Bites from you. The feeling of your breath on his skin and you leaving marks has him tremble a little, for he can't see it.

His head falls on your shoulder when you speed up, moans becoming more frequent. You bite at his neck, another dark hickey on his skin. Wanderer's hands go to your legs, trying to ground himself, Archons, you make him feel too good.

He bucks his hips in your hand, curses falling past his lips. When he cums all over your hand, you slow down a bit, have him breathe. You didn't wait too long. You start jerking him again, making him suddenly moan.

"Wai- what are y- fuck, agh—! Stop, AH-" he's trying to move away, but you don't let him, wrapping your other hand around his waist. "Ah, you didn't think I'd stop right there, did you?" Your voice makes him tremble as his head falls onto your shoulder again.

"Stop- fuck, s- slow down, mmmh—!" His voice goes higher, moans turning into desperate noises and gasping. "You've been a brat all day, Scara. Seriously you didn't think I'd do what you want right now?" You say and go back to leaving more bruises on his skin.

Soon enough, when you look at Wanderer, you notice wet streaks on his cheeks. You can't help but chuckle against his skin, going to jerk around his tip. "You're crying, huh?" You whisper, "You're full of surprises. Where's that previous attitude?"

Wanderer's hands grip your legs as he starts to beg, swallowing all pride he had left. "Please— slow down, AH- stop, fuck, I'll-! mmmh, I'll be good, please—!"

"Don't you think it's a little too late to beg?"

Thank you for the request and thank you for waiting !

© h0ney-mochi 2023 / Please don't copy or repost my work and writings! <3

[glorious-imagines]

The Gala .I

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It was the annual Wayne Family Gala. Y/n had been invited. She debated whether or not she should go. Going meant she would definitely see Jason. But she would also get to see Dick and everyone else. She missed them. And Alfred would be upset if she didn't show. Jason's girlfriend or not.

She huffed and picked up her phone. She sent a quick text and then went to her closet. This year's theme was the Moonlit Masquerade Ball. She had absolutely nothing to match. She would need to go shopping. It was going to be expensive, too. She huffed and began getting ready for a trip to her favorite tailor.

Just before she's out the door, she gets a return text from her current… uh… person? She wasn't sure she was ready to give him any sorta title. He was just someone she was 'talking to' at the moment. Anyway, he confirmed to be her date for the gala.

She briefly wondered if Jason would bring Isabella. She hoped not. That witch would definitely try to start something. The entitled cunt. She huffed and shook her head to clear her thoughts. Shopping was too good an activity to be marred by thoughts of awful people.

…

Jason didn't want to go to the annual gala. He just didn't have the energy to get all gussied up. On the other hand, he glanced at Isabel, who was making herself some food. He could use a bit of time away from his baby mama. The alcohol would definitely be strong enough for him to forget his regrettable choices. He'd have Gabby grab him something and then get ready at her place.

He nodded to himself, taking a sip of his coffee. It was disgusting, but he didn't make a show of it. She tried her best. He missed the homebrewed teas Y/n used to make. She had him try chai with just a hint of sugar. It turned out to be his favorite.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Isabel asked, bringing him out of his thoughts as she sat across from him.

"Hm?" he questioned.

"You were smiling. It had to have been a good thought. What was it?"

He hadn't realized he was smiling. Is still smiling. Guess Y/n could always get him to his happy place. He didn't even know he was stressed enough to need one. He made sure his smile didn't falter so as not to raise any suspicions about himself. When did he start faking his happiness like this?

"Was thinking maybe we could eat out tonight. I'm kinda craving a tiramisu."

Isabel frowned. "Blech, that sounds so gross to me right now." She rubs her belly. "Maybe no chocolate for a while."

Jason watched her hands move in circular motions around her belly. She was huge now. With twins. Both boys. He wanted to sigh heavily. Release a bit of the stress he felt. Sometimes he felt that she would rub her stomach to kind of manipulate him in some small way. She didn't say it, but he knew she expected him to not have what he wanted. It would make her sick. The babies apparently weren't fans of chocolate. It barely had 'chocolate' in it.

He makes his smile soften and gently rubs her arm. "Well, it won't go anywhere. We can get whatever you like." "I'd really like a boisenbery cheesecake." She smiled innocently.

They had gone to this diner multiple times. She always got the same thing. Bacon egg cheeseburger with lettuce, tomato, extra onions, and pickles; a large side of fries with barbecue sauce and mustard. And lastly, two, no, three—wait, four—slices of boisenbery cheesecake. Two to take home.

"I knew you would say that. That's why I got it for delivery. Since I'll be busy tonight, I even got a whole boisenberry cheesecake made. Just for you." This made her swoon and hug him. He couldn't lie, It made his heart swell a bit to see her so happy. He'd make a mental note to do more things like this for her. The situation wasn't ideal, but there was no reason they both had to suffer.

"I'll be gone for a bit, so I asked Gabby to keep an eye on you for me. Her numbers' on the fridge if you need anything."

"Okay, at least try to be safe."

He hummed as he walked out the door. …

Exactly how does one run into their ex as soon as they arrive? Y/n knew she was playing with fire by coming. But arriving at the same time as Jason? Well, she was just that lucky, wasn't she?

Dick walks over to the entrance with a big grin on his face. "How's my fave couple?"

Y/n turns to Jason with a slightly annoyed and curious expression. "You didn't tell your family that we broke up?" Dick looks a bit down. "You guys broke up?"

Jason rolls his eyes and says, "Well, forgive me, but I've been a bit busy."

Y/n takes off her jacket and hands it to the attendee while nodding as if remembering certain facts. "Right, you do have to prepare to bring your seed into this world…" Dick is shocked. "You're having a baby?"

Jason instantly frowns. "Real nice, Y/n. Why don't you grow the fuck up?"

Y/n feigns caring, "Where is your baby mama, anyway? Both our invitations have a plus one."

Dick has finally noticed that the air between them is a bit hostile and dons a nervous grin."

"What, like you brought someone?" Jason says thinking he's had the last laugh.

Y/n sports a devilish grin. "I would never come to a Wayne Gala alone. He should be walking in right… about… there he is."

In walks Conner Kent. He is dressed to the nines in a midnight blue tux with a corset. It matched perfectly with Y/n's midnight blue strapless gown, which hugged her body in all the right places. Jason would have taken the time to appreciate her choice of dress if they hadn't had their little spat.

Conner wrapped his arms around Y/n and kissed her cheek. The action made Jason nauseous.

"It might be best if you make yourself scarce, Todd," Damian says as he walks straight into the scene. "We're not going to stop inviting her over just because you broke up."

Jason wanted to strangle Damian. Instead, he opted for glaring, hoping the kid would somehow catch fire. "Hey all, it's my first time to a Wayne function. I heard they're famous." Conner spoke with a chill smirk.

Jason's gaze shifts back to Y/n who still has that shit-eating grin, like she won the battle. He is pissed. And hurt. His hands ball into tight fists, and he's about to do something to add to his list of regrets…

Dick clears his throat, bringing his hands together with a clap, smiling away all the tension. "Okay, we're happy to have you, Conner. Help yourself to everything, and I'll see you later." He throws an arm around Jason's shoulders and leads him away just as Y/n and Conner start a conversation with Damian.

Dick leads Jason to Bruce's study and closes the door behind them. Jason kicks over a chair in frustration. "Damn it!"

"So, a lot has happened, obviously. You and Y/n broke up. Presumably, because you're having a baby… " Dick leans casually against Bruce's desk with his arms crossed over his chest.

Jason slides down a nearby wall with his hands over his face. "A fucking Super? She's fucking a Super." "And you care because you still have strong feelings for her."

The statement makes Jason groan loudly in his hands. "We were supposed to spend the rest of forever together…"

"And now you have a baby on the way."

"Babies." Jason corrects. "Isabel is having twins."

"Isabel?" Dick sits next to him. "As in…"

"Yup."

"Shit…"

"I thought I did the right thing by ending things with Y/n. I didn't want her to bear the brunt of our relationship while I was off being a dad. He sweeps his hands roughly through his hair, a heavy sigh leaving him. "But I fucked up. I fucked up bad. I miss her so much."

...

"So this is the hangout spot?" Conner casually saunters into Bruce Wayne's office like he owns it.

"The rest of the manor is closed to guests. I can have someone point you in the direction of the guest restrooms." Dick suggested about to call for an aid.

"Actually, I wanted to speak to Jason." He gave a lopsided grin.

Dick scrutinized Conner, ready to deny him access to Jason entirely.

"It's fine, Dick." Jason went poker-faced, stuck his hands in his pockets, and walked out.

Conner saluted Dick with two fingers and followed Jason. They ended up on a balcony overlooking the gala. Jason notes that Y/n is talking to Babs. He fleetingly thinks about reading their lips before turning to Conner.

"It's crazy how things work out, right?" Conner starts, "One minute I'm crushing hard, and the next, I'm her date to one of the famous Wayne Galas."

"So, you wanted to rub it in." Jason challenged as his face twisted.

"No, you misunderstand." Conner held his hands up with the feint of a nervous smile plastered on his face. "I don't know what went down with you two. I do know that you were couple goals."

"And?" Jason grumbled impatiently.

"Well, it's obvious you're the fuckup in this equation. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so pissed."

"No way, Y/n is dating such a tool."

Conner claps him on the shoulder a little too hard. "I just wanted to make sure that you knew that she isn't yours to make happy anymore."

Jason scoffs and roughly shrugs his hand off him. "Y/n doesn't belong to anyone. And while we aren't together anymore, there's not a chance in hell I'm leaving her in your hands." Jason shoulder-checks Conner as he walks away, fists balled tightly.

NEXT

~~~ I was gone for a year… lets not make it a big deal. I even came with a gift… 😏

@iyuuii @jaguarthecat @rhyanna6012

[zoe-oneesama]

Since you're done with The Mime (2 episodes in a month?Jeez girl, how is your hand?) the next one is Gorizilla right? What are your thoughts and opinions about the plot and the akuma?

I held onto this because, like Zombizou, I hadn't seen the episode yet. So here are my rambles. I don't think there's much to say since the episode only really pissed me off at the very end. Buckle up for that cuz Mama's gonna swear:

BAG!

Rose that is your SIXTH BAG VARIATION! Portfolio Bag in Orange, Brown, and Mint Green, Orange Book Bag, and now a Pink AND Orange Backpack! At least make them all PINK!

I kinda wish I got to experience this episode without the forknowledge that Adrien was sneaking out to see his mother's movie. I don't know if it was a good or a bad thing that for half the episode it's completely unexplained why Adrien is putting himself through Mob Horde Hell and avoiding his own bodyguard. It felt worth it for me because I knew, but maybe it would feel weird watching it and being like "why are you doing this to yourself?" I thought the same for "Ikari Gozen": "How would I feel watching this episode if I didn't know Kagami was trying to make friends until Marinette knew?"

While I totally buy Marinette and other tweens being drooly over this ad (sorta) I do not buy everyone and their mom dropping everything to swarm the kid and I DEFINITELY do not buy anyone watching that commercial and thinking the actor in it was "cool" the way Wayhem did lmao. Adrien was right when he said it was embarrassing, good on him for being self aware about it.

Also who thought it was a good idea to sell "Perfume eu de Teenage Boy"?

It's fun to watch Roger call the Bodyguard "little guy". My guy, he could eat you for sustenance. You're a vitamin to this brick house of a man.

"My dad hid the DVD somewhere at our place". For a man who's whole motive is reviving his "dead" wife, he sure has weird ways of keeping her alive in their hearts. Statues and paintings of her likeness? Good. A movie of his moving, talking, living mother? Bad.

Production Budget so weak she doesn't get a costume smh.

(I had nothing to say about the whole akuma, it was pretty much a standard, decent akuma. Plus I'm a sucker for one side of the mask catching their partner talking fondly of the other side, ie Ladybug telling Adrien she has faith in Chat Noir)

But from this point onwards, it's all downhill for me:

You worm, you scum, YOU made an akuma and YOU ordered it to capture your son and YOU allowed that akuma to take your son to the highest building in Paris and YOU put him in the middle of the fight between your akuma and Ladybug and YOU allowed him to be dropped off the side of that building and YOU WAITED UNTIL THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND TO ALLOW LADYBUG TO SAVE HIM and YOU. ARE. TO. BLAME! Take responsibility for yourself!

I want everyone who calls Marinette a "stalker" to shut the fuck up because Adrien just handed his email address over to the guy who traced his every single move for a whole day despite Adrien literally running from him at every turn and posted his photo and location online without consent and no one ever seems to care about that.

And the coup de grace, the cherry on the shit sundae: "You just had to ask me."

Fuck. You.

He DID ask and you told your own son, with eyes pointed at the ground, twisting his ring anxiously, to make an appointment through your secretary. Eat a bag of dicks.

and Oh. OH. To wrap it up with "You should've trusted me" and "when you hide things I jump to the worst conclusions, you understand?" (literally outloud I said "No I don't understand, what "conclusions" is Adrien supposed to assume you mean?")

But the gall. THE AUDACITY. It was intentional, right? To end the episode after that CHEF'S KISS OF A BULLSHIT LINE by panning down to Emilie in the basement? Gabriel Lord of the Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlbossing over here scolding ADRIEN for not trusting HIM. MAYBE IF YOU GAVE THE KID 5% OF A REASON TO DO SO-

Thing is this could either be Cinematic Gold to frame the Agreste family's self destruction and inevitable implosion due to his manipulation of Adrien, or (more likely) this will be completely forgotten as they try to convince audiences to FoRgIvE GaBrIEL cuz LOOK he eventually let Ladybug save Adrien from being sidewalk paste so it evens out, RiGhT?

Also what a let down that there wasn't an in universe shipping war between pairing Adrien with his "towel girlfriend" and "Gabriel's muse."

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 9

-I'm Here-

Warnings: smuty chapters, fluff, and lots of angst. Billy is a soft, mushy boy for y/n.

A/n: another long chapter! trying to find decent 80s dresses was a bitch because the fashion companies were going through it back then. 😆 also, I know Billy's outfit isn't prom ideal like a tux would be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*y/n pov*

"Hey shitbird you're riding in the back," Billy yelled at Max, who was starting to get in the front seat as we walked over.

"Hey y/n, your riding with us?" She asked.

"Indeed I am, kiddo," taking her into a quick hug.

"Awesome!" She happily says.

I smiled at her then to Billy, who was trying to hide a smile while he got in. During the ride, the atmosphere was quit, other than Max's Walkman blaring "running up that hill" by Kate Bush in her ears.

I whispered to him with a small laugh "Well so much for hiding the relationship for a bit. Couldn't wait until tonight."

He chuckles, "I'm actually glad it's out." He says as he places a hand on my thigh, giving it a squeeze.

"You guys are being too mushy. Just say love you always." Max fake gags.

"You told her?" Looking at him in disbelief.

"She sort of figured it out." He sheepishly says.

"Because I'm a genius," she laughs, taking off her headphones.

"Fuck off Maxine!" He snaps flicking her off.

I started to laugh at their step siblings antics, because I knew that Billy cared for Max deep down. He just doesn't know how to tell her that, tho. Pulling into my driveway.

"Thanks for the babe, see you tonight."

"Anytime princess, see you later."

*small moment at the mall*

Sitting with Nancy and Robin at the food court, I pushed my food around with my fork while Nancy talked away. I wanted to listen, but my mind was on Billy and prom.

'Y/n? Are you alive, sweetie?" Nancy asks.

I look up at her, "Yeah, sorry, kinda zoned out." I chuckled.

She laughs. "I was just asking, when did you and Hargrove finally make a move with one another."

"Literally last night, but we've been secretly been friends since the day after the incident at the gym. Sorry for not telling you guys."

"Really?! That's great, so are you finally going to tell us why his nose was broken?"

"I punched him because he was being a dick." I say which was sorta the truth.

"Well, color me impressed, I have noticed you been a bit ballsy lately since after the party." She chuckles.

" So you guys aren't mad that I never told you the truth about stuff between us?" I asked.

The girls shook their heads no. "we are kinda hurt that you couldn't come to us, but we also understand, I'm just glad you can finally say you're dating Hargrove because your daydreaming was quite sad this year." Robin says through a small laugh.

Scoffing "Oh piss of Ro-Ro" laughing with her.

"Honestly the way he looks at you seems like you have him wrapped around your fingers, it's actually really adorable how he looks at you, never thought I would see the day that he would actually obey someone." Nancy says.

Laughing, I shook my head in amusement.

"So what the hell are you planning on wearing? Leave it to us for doing this last minute." Robin says.

"I honestly don't know." I shrugged. Getting up, we headed to vaporwave for our dresses.

We tried on literally everything in the store, but nothing seemed right.

"Wait here, I think I know what you ladies need." The older female clerk says.

The clerk pulls out three beautiful dresses from the back room.

"Ladies, I think we officially found our dresses!" Nancy yells as we all jump up and down.

*time jump*

Standing in front of the mirror in my mirror, half put together. The reflection of the clock on my dresser reminded me that I was running out of time to get ready. Breaking eye contact with myself, I reached over and took the dress out of the bag.

"Come on, y/n," I breathed nervously . I stepped into the dress, slipping on my heels. All that was left was the zipper.

It was just Billy. I shouldn't be nervous. But I was going to prom with Billy Hargrove, the most beautiful man in the entire school, who is now my boyfriend. which was even hard to believe. It had taken us forever to even get to this point. We tiptoes around feeling this year.

Someone knocked on the front door, shaking me out of my mind. They let themselves in without waiting for an answer.

"Billy, is that you?" I called from my room.

"Yes, baby girl, it's me." A husky voice travels up the stairs.

"I'm almost done!"

He chuckles, "Take your time, beautiful."

Taking a big breath, I walk out of my room. Stopping at the top of the stairs. I notice Billy's head is down as his fingers fiddle with the corsage box. Clearing my throat, his head whipped up fast. "Fuck he's gorgeous" I thought as my eyes wander over him, he's wearing a leather jacket, a red button up that was barely buttoned, paired with jeans.

"W-wow y-you look absolutely amazing, baby girl." He stuttered a little.

"Did the famous Billy Hargrove just stutter?" I laughed.

"I take it back," he grumbles

Walking up to him, placing a hand on his chest. "Thank you, and you don't look half bad yourself." Moving my hand behind his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. A soft kiss. He pulls away with a smile, slipping the corsage onto my wrist. "Susan helped me with picking this out." He quickly says.

"I'm nervous......" I say quietly, "people are going to stare."

"Let them stare, but I'm nervous too, more so because I don't want to mess this up."

Giggling "love you dork."

"Love you too, nerd," he says, kissing my forehead.

"Do you mind zipping me up?" I asked as I turned my back to him. His fingers feathered by back until he reached the zipper, pulling it up swiftly.

"Are you ready, princess?" He asked, holding a hand out. Without hesitation, I nodded and took his hand.

*at prom*

We met up with Nancy and Robin in the school parking lot, along with Jonathan and Vickie. We chatted for a few minutes before heading in.

As we filed into the school gym, we all stared in amazement at how incredible the decorations looked. The gym was completely decked out with silver stars and streamers; it looked like the night sky. Seeing other classmates dancing to "take on me" by A-ha, genuinely enjoying the night. It was everything we could have imagined. With that, Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Vickie went running onto the dance floor.

"Let's get some food and drinks," Billy whispers in my ear.

Nodding, I follow him over to the refreshments table. Both of us grab food and drinks for us and everyone, we found a table that was near the dance floor.

"I can't believe I'm actually at a dance." Billy laughs a bit.

"Thank you for asking me and taking me. Since middle school, I've always wanted to experience a dance, especially with someone." I shyly say.

"Anything for you, princess." He smiles as he grabs my chin, looking up at him. I see how the lights made his blue eyes like sapphires, and his hair glows like a halo around his face. This man is literally going to be the death of me, I thought. He leans in, his lips hovering over mine, getting inpatient. I seal our lips together with desire.

Robin laughed at the both of us, "Christ, get a room, you two."

"You never know Buckley, we might." He jokes, earning a hand over his mouth.

*few minutes later*

"Now it's time for a slow song, so grab your special someone," the dj says over the speakers.

*"Right here waiting" by Richard Marx starts playing*

Billy got up from his seat. "may I have this dance?" He grins, holding out his hand.

"Yes, you may."taking his hand with a huge grin. Stopping in the middle of the dance floor, I was beginning to get embarrassed with everyone staring, my arms shakily wrapping around his neck, while his confidence ones slink around my waist, we begin to sway back and forth, I rested my head on his chest, my head under his chin, hearing his heartbeat I closed my eyes and savored the moment.

"Oh, can't you see it, baby? You've got me going crazy. Whenever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you." He sings in my ear with the song.

Laughing "you are so cheesey."

He laughs with me, "You love it."

Looking at him, "indeed I do."

The song slowly ended. we made our way back to our groups table, and my friends were still on the floor together, I giggled at them, being weird to the song "You Spin me Round" by Dead or Alive. I saw Billy bobbing his head to the beat, which made me giggle harder.

"What?" He asked.

Smiling, "Nothing, I'll be right back. I'm going to the restroom."

"OK, princess." He says.

*few seconds in the bathroom*

While I was finishing up in the stall, I heard a group of girls come in, peering through the crack between the door. I saw that it was Anna, Veronica and Mary.

"Did you see how hot Billy looks tonight?" Veronica says.

"Oh, I definitely did. It's a shame he came with that ugly fat cow, I would be a much better date." Anna says as she checks herself out in the mirror.

"You know they are dating, right?" Mary sneered.

"They won't be for long when he sees me." Anna says as they cackled out the restroom.

My heart felt like it had been crushed into a million pieces. Tears were brimming were brimming my eyes. Letting out a long, shakey sigh, walking out of the restrooms, and going into the hallways. Walking through the empty corridors, the music gets quieter and quieter. Tonight was supposed to be the best night of my high school life, and it was turning into a nightmare because of my insecurities. Maybe I was having second thoughts about everything.

"Best night of our lives, my fucking ass." I mumbled to myself.

"Baby?" Billy voice broke the silence behind me, causing me to jump.

"B-Billy! Why are you here?"

"I saw you leaving the gym, princess. What's wrong?" He asks with concern in his voice. I threw my arms around him, pulling him close. He wraps his arms around me, I bury my face into the crook of his neck, and tears fall down my face.

"Baby girl, tell me what happened?" He asks again. Gently rubbing my back, pulling away enough so I could look into his eyes.

"How can you love someone like me? Someone that looks like me." I whisper.

"What?!"

"I overheard a few girls talking about me in the restroom. One of them wanted to steal you away because she prettier."

"Don't listen to those cunts, she will never be my type, she will never be you, you hear me?" He was getting angry.

"I love you y/n, you're stuck with my crazy annoying ass whether you like it or not."

Laughing through tears, "I love you too, I'm sorry for being insecure.

"It's ok baby, you know we don't have to go back in there if you don't want to, we can just go home, yeah? Get into bed, binge watch horror movies." He says calmly, hoping to sooth me.

I take a deep breath, "what about prom?"

"It's kinda overrated," he jokes.

Laughing "it kind is, isn't it?, let's go day goodbye to everyone."

Walking back into the gym, I was glued to his side. He noticed how I stared at a group of girls that were looking at us. "Were they the one?" He asks into my ear, shaking my head yes.

"Which one wanted me?" He asks, and I secretly pointed to Anna.

"Stay here, I'll take care of it." Was all he says as he walks to their table. Anna was smirking like she had won, but her smirk literally turned into a Shriek has billy poured her drink over head. He bent down to her ear.

"I wouldn't have looked at you if you were the last girl on earth, let alone touch you. You can never compete with y/n," he says loud enough for me to hear.

There was no denying that people were staring now, some even whispering. It started to make me nervous. He took me into his side again.

"You're amazing Hargrove you know that, right?" Grinning.

He chuckles. "I know, I try."

We looked into others' eyes. Everything was perfect. No one else around us mattered.

"You're cute." He winks , pulling me into a kiss, before being rudely interrupted by two people throwing their arms in between us. Pulling us back a bit.

"Jesus hargrove, you're heavy to move," Nancy says, struggling to move him. He chuckles at her.

I turn to Robin, who has me. "Didn't I tell you two to get a room!" She jokes again.

"Oh shut up," I joked back, slapping her shoulder lightly.

It really was a perfect end to a perfect night. What could top this?

Previous Chapter

Part 10

Masterlist

2023

[aita-blorbos]

(OC) Am I the asshole for killing a girl?

Okay, title sounds bad, I know. But hear me out. This happened years ago but just recently came up again.

I (Then 35, Now 43 M) run a hospital. We're pretty infamous in the area for being super cheap, and people come from all over to get help from us. We run under the nose of the government, taxes and stuff, and so we keep our prices low if you promise not to tattle. We're in America so cheap healthcare is not easy to come by. I pride myself on running this place, keeping it clean, yadda yadda. I wear a mask that covers my entire head when I go out in public around the hospital- My face has some pretty distinct scars so I gotta make sure nobody will recognize me if I need to tear this place down, yfeel?

So this nurse, let's call her Cot (18? F) was helping me out. She was a real good worker, but a little airheaded and kept losing track of things. Now, I have a rule in place for the office, whoever enters my room or tries to see me unmasked will be fired. It's also known that people who try to blow the cover on my operation tend to go missing, if you catch my drift. Hey, we do a good service, it'd be a shame if one person ruined it for everybody. So Cot was needing allergy info or something similar and went into my office to get it. She sorted through some paperwork on my desk and saw a few tax forms she shouldn't have. I came back at this point but just watched her from the doorway, and she grabbed one of the forms and slipped it into her clipboard. I obviously announced myself at this point with all the proof I needed, and fired her on the spot. She started ranting and raving at how I'm dishonest and evil and stealing money. I was fine with being yelled at, happens all the time, until she said she was going to report me to the authorities. At this point, I attacked her, using the only thing near me- some sorta acid- and forcing it down her throat. She died almost instantly, no pain what-so-ever.

Now, this was standard fare. I buried her on property, buried the evidence with her, whatever. It's been like eight years since. But recently she's come back as a ghost and has started haunting me! Saying stuff like "You shouldn't have killed me" and "Do you know how boring the afterlife is" and "Dick move, man" and I'm just like... Lady, you KNEW what the consequences were! To get hired you had to sign a waiver that said you wouldn't tattle, then you say you'll go and tattle, so I did what I had to do! It's not like I singled her out or anything, I did to her what I would do to anyone else who pulls that kinda shit.

AITA for this? Cot's been throwing books at me the entire time I've been typing, saying "YEAH, YOU ARE THE ASSHOLE" real loud. She's lucky that I'm the only one who can see and hear her, else I'd be double-killing her just for being annoying.

[dogboyjackkennedy]

so, because i'm considering making a comic about The Prologue of Dsaf (basically, everything that happened pre-Dsaf 1, as well as maybe a little bit into the beginning of Dsaf 1), at least my headcanons for it, i thought i'd just list a few in text form, 'cause some of them might not be too clear whenever i get this comic made:

Dee's hair is darker than Jack's, and Peter's is darker than Dee. all of their hair colors are a different shade of red/ginger.

Peter moved out of Jack and Dee's house when he got engaged to Caroline.

Dee is quite literally just as chaotic as Jack is. makes sense, given he was the one she was around the most.

Jack told Dee that if anyone was being a dick to her (or was, in any way, trying to seriously hurt her), she could just bite them. maybe also scratch them like a cat. yes, Jack did (and still does, kinda) bite people. why do you think he taught her how to do that?

so, i've mentioned a couple of times how Jack is a trans man. he had a nickname, "Jackie," which was uh. a shortened version of his deadname. technically, he was only fully comfortable with Dee, Peter, and Caroline calling him that, but he didn't really protest when his employers/coworkers would call him that, and would even encourage them to do so, because, in his eyes, it's better than being referred to by his deadname.

Jack got a job at Fredbear's as a technician and nightguard when Peter moved out, a few months before Dee's murder.

Henry was actually the first employer of Jack's who both actually called him "Jack" and referred to him as a guy. Jack, at the time, viewed this as a good sign that this job would work out perfectly fine.

Jack and Dave actually talked a few times and would ""jokingly"" flirt with each other. this may or may not have also been the thing that got both of them to realize that they aren't straight.

Jack actually bought Dee a small stuffed kitten as a birthday present, a little red bow wrapped around its neck. nowadays, he uses it as a reminder of who he's doing all of this for.

Dee understood that Jack and Peter had to work so much to support her, but it still made her sad :(

neither Jack nor Peter were going to be able to be with Dee for her birthday due to work, so they both decided to schedule a birthday party for her at Fredbear's, so that she could still have a good day :]

Jack dropped her off, promised he'd be back at around six, and that they could even have a little birthday celebration at home that night before Jack had to leave for work. he'd even bring chocolate cupcakes, her favorite! he kisses her head, tells her goodbye, and then leaves. i believe we all know the rest from there.

Jack, on the night he died, wanted to check the cameras to see if there was any footage of Dee or the other children before they went missing. sure enough, there was.

also that night, before Jack went to do his job, he noticed a visible bite mark, as well as scratches, on Henry's arm. upon pointing it out, Henry tried lying and claiming that he just simply got attacked by a dog. Jack, a dog owner himself, told Henry he didn't believe him; he knows what a dog bite looks like, after all.

(looks like Dee took his advice, doesn't it?)

look, when i say that The Real Fredbear assigned Jack to be a partial dogboy, i'm not joking. he's got dog teeth now, he can literally make dog sounds (may or may not be based off of the Confusing Ending for Dsaf 2), he's got paw pads (kinda), he has claws. like, he might not have ears or a tail, but trust me: he's kinda sorta part dog now.

Henry: "So you see, William, I have the guy right here-" (suit is incredibly fucking empty, almost like nothing was ever in there to begin with) Henry: "..." William: "So...where's he at? Did you move 'im-?" Henry: "Fuck."

Peter blames Jack in the sense of "Why weren't you there to protect her?" the only reason Peter didn't let Jack stay with him was because he knew the police would be looking for him.

Jack scratched the word "LIAR" into Henry's car, and smashed the glass.

Peter may or may not have sued to clear his brother's name. and he did it by using the undeniable evidence of: JACK'S LITERAL BOSS SAYING THAT HE WAS WORKING THAT DAY AND COULDN'T HAVE COMMITTED THE MURDER. SERIOUSLY, HE SAW THE GUY WORKING NONSTOP ALL DAY HOW THE ACTUAL FUCK WOULD HE HAVE SOMEHOW SLIPPED AWAY TO COMMIT AN ACTUAL MURDER-

Peter began to suspect that Henry was hiding something. he got a job at a Freddy's location to get close enough to Henry to get the man to spill the beans. unfortunately, he died before that could happen.

however, what he witnessed on the day of his death...it did make him realize that Henry wasn't just hiding something: he was the motherfucker that killed Dee and tried to frame his brother.

Peter died having finally learned the truth...and then immediately had his memory wiped-

Jack and Henry nearly crossed paths several times. it's lucky for Henry that they never did, though; because Jack wanted to rip that fucker apart himself, consequences be damned.

i already have. another post talking about Blackjack specifically. go see that for details.

pretty much all of the Kennedy siblings after they died: FUCK Henry, all of my homies HATE Henry!!

that's about it for now. this is all stuff PRE-Dsaf 1. who knows when i'll get the beginning of the comic finished, but i'll try and work on it later. enjoy the headcanons in the meantime. :]

[sharonisthebettercarter]

Idk nor care who tf shitlander nor bitcher is, but I do know and care for spiderdads/spiderparents (pbmj X Miguel). I'd rather read a fanfic where Peter B. is a figure skater and Miguel a hockey player. Peter is an ice skater who despises the hockey players whom practice right after him. Particularly given the one that makes an effort to dominate him both on and off the ice (Miguel).

OOH~!

valid, valid, valid, SO fucking VALID~<3<3<3! i LOVE this idea<3<3<3!

can i expand ooh i hope you don't mind<3

okay... okay. gah i'm excited OKAY

i wanna add a layered element here in which miguel is actually just trying to help peter get better because there's a grace element to figure skating that i wouldn't quite picture peter to... well? let's just say if he's a gem, he's in need of some polishing~<3 and maybe miguel is *actually* like honest to gawd familiar with said polishing/techniques~<3/etc.

i could see it tho<3 i still want them kinda maybe sorta to be spooderpeoples on the side, and i LOVE that miguel is a vampire and i can't live without that so of course i'ma make the boi struggle with that too<3 don't mind my dumbass throwing in mpreg (because OF COURSE i fucking always do)

BUTT~<3

what if~<3 peter is a fantastic skater with a TON of potential, but a little rough in the art of his craft~<3

miguel~<3 maybe a bit of grumpy dick forever on the surface LIKES peter and really SEES a ton of potential he actually wants to see flourish and bloom~<3 but he's totally inept when it comes to emotionally expressing this in a healthy way and comes off.

as horribly constipated as he fricken' is. OOH~! so OF COURSE it comes off that way~<3 maybe with a little bit of the buzzy little feeling because peter boo's just so CUTE to him<3

what if it's worse when they're busy being spooderpeoples~<3

so what happens~<3? well i could picture a very ROUGH start with miguel correcting peter's form at every turn, but who knows, maybe the boi has a bit of a background with figure skating himself ~<3 or even speed skating, and moved on to hockey post vampirism (or some other reason lol). either way, he means well, probably likes~<3 peter, but pisses him the fuck off<3<3<3 and then there's certainly carnal and pheromone attraction~<3<3<3

OOH~<3 i can see LOTSA things happening<3 ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

but mostly and certainly a love story~<3 maybe where miguel actually *helps* peter win his competition~! and who knows, maybe peter even knows a thing or two about hockey~<3 and he ends up helping miguel win a game or two~<3<3<3 because i LOVE when couples help bring the best out in each other and i could DEF see that here<3<3<3

as far as mpreg goes maybe peter boo hits a little sitch that makes him want to take a lil break from his career~<3 miguel could possibly be an absolute butt about it or encourage him to finish out the competition at least or peter finds out just after the competition~<3<3<3

;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[isaacapatow]

* * #walkie-talkies convo with @reneebrxndxn

ike: Come in, Renesnee. I got a serious medical question from out here on the line. You copying, Doc?

Renee: -deep sigh- Go for Renee.

ike: I think there's something inside me. Like some kind of parasite.

Renee: Okay. What symptoms are you exhibiting to think that?

ike: There's this weird bulge in my midsection.

Renee: Midsection like abdomen or midsection like your pelvis?

ike: Abdomen. It's sorta lumpy, it's … oh, fuck, Doc, it's moving--

Renee: It sounds like you're going to need to cut it out. How far from town are you?

ike: I'm about forty-five minutes …shit, shit, it's poking through -- [garbled noises] --he says his name is Kuato and he's got an important mission for you! [sound of Ike badly trying to stifle his laughter]

Renee: You're an ass.

You really radioed me to fuck with me?

ike: Awwww, c'mon. I'm bored to shit out here. I need somebody to keep me awake.

Renee: -deep sigh- You do realize faking a possible medical emergency is not the way to entertain yourself at the benefit of a doctor, right? I was ten seconds from gathering up gear and heading to your location.

ike: You'd do that for me? I'm touched, Doc. [some rustling] Hey, I'm sorry. It was a dick move, you're right.

Renee: Yeah, Isaac, because as much of a pain in the ass as you can be, I'm not that heartless. -stunned silence- Did….did you just apologize to me?

ike: [snorts] I am, once in a blueberry moon, capable of an apology, yeah. I mean… [nothing for a while]

I mean you're pretty goddamn important around here. Your time is.

Renee: Wow…..I'm actually speechless. But thank you….I'm just trying to help out where I can.

ike: Really? It's that much of a shock to you?

Renee: Yeah, actually, it is. You've kind of been an ass since I got here.

ike: Hrrm.

Not to get into a game of tit-for-tat, Doc, but you're kinda stuck-up.

Renee: Really? That's why? Because you think I'm stuck up?

ike: The way you figure you've got my number? Yeah, because I think you're stuck-up.

Renee: I figured you were an ass because you've treated me like an ass. -takes a deep breath- But yeah, okay, I've been a little hostile towards you.

ike: Is it because you wanna fuck me so bad?

[snickering]

I'm joking, I'm joking. That's really all you need to keep in mind when it comes to me, Renee.

Renee: In your dreams, Ike.

I will keep that in mind for the future.

ike: I'm not that complicated. There isn't much to-- [falls silent; sound of tree branches creaking, then faint walker noises]

Renee: Mmhm, of course not….-stops talking when hearing the tree branches and faint walker and proceeds to wait until Ike gives her the all clear-

ike: [walker noises increase; when he comes back on, it's more quietly] Well. Better keep supper warm for me. Looks like I'm gonna be up in this tree for a while.

Renee: -keeps quiet but definitely feels her heart racing as she hears the noises getting louder- Are you okay?

ike: I'm good, don't worry. I'm in one of my lookout eyries, there's no way they're getting to me. It's just… [long exhale] Fuck. It's a horde, and they're mobilizing away from us, but…

Renee: Do you need me to get Ermano to send out a patrol to get you back here safely?

ike: It's not that. They're … they're all kids. In hospital gowns.

Renee: -sucks in a shakey breath- KIds? -pauses to calm herself- How many?

ike: A good dozen. Maybe even twenty, they're still gathering. They're kinda-- [cuts himself off from saying something else, then instead] You okay? I can … I know it's hard to hear this shit. When you've got your boys to think about.

Renee: -there's a long pause as Renee works to keep herself from breaking down. She eventually comes back but her tone is a bit softer- No, it's fine. I'll…I'll be fine. We need to know, right?

ike: Yeah. We do. [coughs and then continues, without the pauses] They're in rough shape. Bites taken out of 'em, some with parts missing. They're moving erratic, for walkers. Some of 'em keep stopping and moving in circles instead of sweeping along with the herd.

Renee: Fucking Hell….-pauses for a moment to wipe her eyes with her sleeve and clear her throat- I'll, uh…I'll let the others know and you can show them where you found them when you get back.

ike: Copy that, Doc. Thanks for the assist.

Renee: Yeah, no problem. Now get your ass back here safely and in one piece.

ike: [quiet chuckle] You want me so bad. Ike out.

[kierancampire]

I dunno if it's cause I'm not in the best mood, but i was just thinking over one of my most frustrating friendships, and it was definitely Blake, i don't care about giving his name as he isn't online, and if i gave you his full name all you'd find is a gay porn star anyway

But it was just that final argument that still sticks with me then what followed. Literally tried to gaslight me into thinking i started the fight, when it began by me saying "Lets agree to disagree as i don't want to argue". The nasty things he said about my mum and therapist, completely invalidated my struggles, experience, and knowledge on mental health with what was literally the Mormon "Anything that says opposite to us is the devil trying to convert you" thing but just with a different coat of paint, and that "We all know what you're like when you're tired" comment

But then how when he saw me after in person, when he spoke like he was apologising, yet his "apology" was just saying he isn't mad about what i said, he won't hold anything against me that i said, that he forgives me for what i said, and that he wants to be friends but if we don't become friends it's because i chose not to so it's my fault. Aka, didn't admit to or apologise to what he said or that he created the argument, and still continued to place it on me

Honestly, i think it's only because i have been stuck in abusive relationships for so long that i saw the gaslighting, manipulation, and that severely, incredibly fucking toxic mindset and way he trued to be over me. And looking back in hindsight, besides the fact he was a major conspiracy theorist, there were so many red flags and dodgy things. Yet i stuck around as he could be nice, we had a lot of mutual interests, i was alone, plus he was attractive and spoke about his dick a lot solike, ya girl was pulled

But thinking on it, he was the last "real life" friend i made, i haven't made any since, and there sorta is no one. I have one friend who i met once last year, who has asked to see me a few times, but not only is it a bit of a journey on public transport, my hell, and sorta expensive, but he only ever hangs out in groups/pubs and i just really don't enjoy it. If it weren't for the girls, i would be alone, i don't even see Jayne any more, i just see my mum and younger brother, that's it, literally, the only company i have is my cats

I think that's why it's so frustrating that he was my last friend, real shitty note to end off on, cause i dunno when I'll ever find friends again, i do nothing in life to make friends, don't get out, don't know how to meet people. One thing that scares me, through my mum i know what it's like to be old abd alone, the care you get is shit when family aren't there for you, you get so neglected and mistreated. Then when you die, that's it, no one to go to a funeral, no one to remember you, no one to care, no one to handle what you left in life or take care of the things that meant something to you, your life just sorta instantly becomes meaningless and instantly forgotten. And that's the route I'm currently headed towards, a miserable, painful, neglected, poor, struggling, lonely old life. Then nothing, just gone and moved on from, with no one living having any idea who i was or that i even existed. Everything i have gone through, everything i have fought to come out of, every trauma endured, every scar, especially these past 6 years, all just kinda ultimately meaningless in the end

[ryder-the-writer]

7 UP! P3? (i think?)

rules: post 7 or more lines from a wip

thanks @greenvlvetcouch for the tag xx

i think that we both know what you were trying to get out of tagging me in this (angsty smut, am i right?)

i've been working on it and i have to say that i really wish that i was happy with it because i would love to share some but i'm still tweaking it in places, not 100% loving it yet (but if you want, i'll dm you with the draft of the scene when i'm done)

BUT. in the mean time, i would be willing to share a bit of the part that sorta leads up to it, some good ol' toxic wolfstar! yes, remus is kinda a dick in this snippet, but he gets better eventually? kinda? honestly, they're both so screwed up in this. the more flaws, the funner it is to write.

so............enjoy? (all unedited obviously)

“Sirius. I- calm down.” Remus shook his head. “Fuck- I don’t know how to help you, ok? All you’ve been doing is laying around the house and moaning about Regulus. He’s gone, ok? Move on.”  

“Wow. Yeah, alright. My brother fucking killed himself and you’re telling me to calm down. Real great Remus. Well done.” Sirius brought his hands together for a sarcastic clap, the sharp sound cutting through the room.  

“You’re being unreasonable.” Remus sighed, rubbing sleep out of his eyes with the palm of his hand. “I’m not a fucking therapist, you can’t expect me to want to- fuck, I don’t know, be on call 24/7.”  

“So, asking where the fuck you’ve been for the past month is unreasonable? To my knowledge, you haven’t been a victim of a kidnapping and hostage situation-”  

“You know what, just stop the whole, ‘oh god Remus, you’re a terrible person and I'm the victim here’ act. We both know that’s such bullshit. But in case you don’t remember, you’re the one who broke up with me. Every single time. I think it’s fun for you, isn’t it, to fuck with my feelings. Ugh, Sirius." Remus ran his fingers through his hair frustratedly, pacing across the floor.  "I don’t even know what to say to you half the time. I can never say the right thing, it’s a lose-lose no matter what.”  

“If you’re so miserable, why do you keep coming back, huh? Why, Remus?”  

Remus looked at Sirius for a long moment, letting out a quick breath. “I don’t know.”  

no pressure tags: @somerubberband @crushofdoves @euphorial-docx @achilleslikespeas and whoever else wants to! tag me in some writing, i'd love to read it xx

[azure-clockwork]

Way to tell us your groundbreaking original opinion shared by only more than half the fandom in a "better than everyone" tone despite being an extremely surface level analysis.

Like damn, I'm not arguing with you and I'm sorry for the rude sarcasm, but you gotta understand that post like yours keep popping once in a while in the characters tag ( despite having all discourse tag and discourse-prone blog blocked ) when they don't add anything to the discussion. Three Houses is such an interesting game to analyze so if you're going to do discourse, at least get a bit in depth!

Because yes, you're complaining about the discourse but your post is just... participating in the discourse, just in the average "centrist" fe3h fandom way for a lack of a better word. If you hate it so much why add your grain of salt in it? You're the same as the annoying Edelgard/Dimitri/Claude you're speaking about! I mean at least some of them at least provide interesting analysis about the game within rant.

At least tag your post the next time, because even some of the worst lord stan have the decency to do that.

Sorry you got my rant, but your post was the drop that makes the ocean of badly tagged similar takes overflow my discourse limit. Three Houses discourse sucks hard in every form it takes. Still, have a good day at least.

Okok I did say I was asking for this so, fair

First, sincerely, how would you like me to have tagged this? This is an honest question to which I don't actually know the answer, and I'll go back and edit the tags cuz I don't want to bug more people (and kinda the only reason I'm replying because otherwise I feel like engaging is kinda not what I wanna be doing with my life nor yours, but sadly my brain doesn't shut its trap once I start thinking so I feel compelled to share with the class). Actually, you can skip the rest of this if you don't wanna bother lol

Secondly, I just wanted to be funny because I think that accusing fire emblem characters of war crimes is amusing. I recognize that the Geneva Convention sorta breaks apart the moment magic or crests or dark beasts or gambits come into play, and it's also not what people mean when they say 'Dimitri did war crimes' or 'Edelgard is a war criminal', but I think its hilarious to do anyways. When I see people making arguments about characters and using the term 'war criminal', roughly half of my brain starts laughing about how teeeeechnically using that one gambit with the poison barrels counts as criminal, regardless of if I agree or disagree with the argument made. And I'm memeing on myself here too (or at least trying to): "Jay is gay for Edelgard" is a truly terrible justification to base decisions of morality on . I'd argue that picking a house/the church based on attraction to the lord/Rhea is a sillier motive than a numerical tally of official violations of the Geneva Convention.

I really didn't want this to come across as Discourse tm because I don't want it to be; I just wanted turn my own desire to make a list of every single 'technically a war crime' into something semi amusing, because nobody actually wants to sit and read far too many words about how technically if you recruit and deploy Cyril to rescue Flayn (which is before his 15th birthday by like a month) that makes you a war criminal.

If you want my actual opinion (because making you scroll back thru my blog to read the unhinged rants I came up with while deciding between crimson flower and silver snow would be kinda a dick move), fe3h is a messy, morally grey game regardless of your chosen route. You have to make rough choices, kill your friends and former students, and stand by while everyone, including your allies, does terrible things. For me, I bonded really hard with most of the cast fairly quickly because white clouds let me feel like I was doing the worlds best job teaching my kids. And then you have to kill them. You cannot save them all. It broke me a little. The first student I killed, perma-killed, with the music dropping out and all, was Hilda during the Deirdru fight against her and Claude. It was an accident; she died on enemy phase, and I was out of Divine Pulse charges. She wasn't even a requirement for victory. That was the cost of taking Deirdru; that was the cost of waging war. I lay awake that night thinking about how if I had a different sword equipped I couldn't have counterattacked her from 2 tiles away, or if I had done less damage, or tanked a hit, or--

I'm not arguing that every route is equally morally reprehensible, but I think it matters quite a bit that every route makes you complicit in some terrible things. For several reasons, I'm a big fan of crimson flower (I Do Not Like The Church and I also agree with all of the characters who would like to do away with the nobility and crest systems), but that's tempered by the weight of the actions of Those Who Slither. I am continually unsure of just how much I feel the weight of TWSitD's actions falls on Edelgard herself, and I vacillate between "she didn't really have any other options to cause any kind of change from her position, so an uneasy alliance with TWSitD was the lesser of two evils" and "she bears a significant chunk of responsibility for all of their actions, including Jeralt's death". And I have similar, albeit often less strong thoughts about the rest of the characters. Nobody is operating with the full picture, the characters are all massively blinded by their emotions, and everyone makes choices between what they think is the lesser of a few evils. While the exact number of war crimes is irrelevant because whoops, the Geneva Convention doesn't exist in Fodlan and war crimes aren't the only immoral things you can do, thinking about what means are justified by which ends and who bears the responsibility for what acts is actually a really important part of the game for me.

I guess at the end of the day, I walk away from this game believing the war should not have had to happen. But the world doesn't run on shoulds and should nots (in Fodlan or irl), so the best we can do is make choices based on what we do know, and to do our best to help people with the tools we have. I personally land on crimson flower in the end, but I think the real beauty of Three Houses is just how hard it makes that choice.

Ok, I'm done blabbing; just tell me how I ought to tag this to avoid bugging people and I'll be on my way. I mean this sincerely: have a nice day yourself, and sorry to have annoyed you!

[gingerwerk]

7 and 20 for the ask :)

7: what are you most proud of?

when it comes to wips in general (because every longform fic of mine is an au) i'm always proud of my world building. i put So much seemingly unnecessary effort into getting the vibe of the setting, making sure very minor historical details are correct, and planning characters personal histories that almost never actually pop up in the main writing, but it is necessary because it makes everything about the fic that much richer

20: post a brief excerpt

“Just leave me the fuck alone,” Walt growled before he got up, lunch tray in hand and dumped the rest of his meal in the trash; he wasn’t in the mood for much of anything, including the cardboard the school claimed to be pizza. 

“Damn, prison’s really changed him,” Walt heard Ray sigh dramatically just before he exited the cafeteria.

He still had half of his lunch period to kill before his next class and it was only a matter of time before some bored admin strolling the halls asked for his hall pass- fuck it, might as well add some school trouble to the ever growing list of infractions- 

“Walt,” a familiar voice called from behind him; when Walt didn’t break his pace he heard the heavy footsteps of someone much larger grow closer and closer until they were in step with him. “Hey.”

“Hey, Brad,” Walt sighed as he glanced up at the much taller man out of the corner of his eye and found him looking just as stoic as ever. “No offense but I’m not really in the mood.”

“I figured,” Brad responded. “Heard about last night.”

Walt didn’t comment but didn’t try to shake Brad off either; the guy usually wasn’t much for chatting so he either had something to say or he’d be done soon enough. It probably wouldn’t be worth the effort and he’d feel like an asshole about it later if he was purposely a dick to him. 

“Gonna give me shit for letting Ray talk me into his bullshit?”

“No. It could have been any other idiot in this backwater town busting into that house last night; just shitty luck that it was you,” Brad said easily before he offered him a half-smile- an insignificant gesture from a regular person but from Brad, Walt knew he was genuinely attempting to offer him some sort sympathy. “So, are they waiting until after school to assemble the firing squad?”

“Sorta. Andy just said we’d talk about it tonight,” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders as he slowed to a stop in the middle of the empty hallway. “I heard him talking to Sobel on the phone this morning but it didn’t sound like they were agreeing on anything, so I dunno.”

“Maybe you can ease your sentence by throwing Person under the bus,” Brad suggested, causing Walt to roll his eyes; Brad was so full of shit.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll throw Ray under the same day you do,” Walt countered as he squared his shoulders and met the taller boy’s icey blue eyes.

There was no easy way to explain the how or why but Ray Person had wormed his way under both of their skins years ago; it would take a lot to rid them of that particular pest now after everything that they had been through together. 

“Where’re you going anyway?” Brad asked, changing the subject.

“Wasn’t in the mood for Ray’s theatrics at lunch so I’m killing time. What about you? Skipping study hall?”

“Volunteered to be Ms. Keller’s aid; I had to run to the printers for her,” he responded before he held up the stack of papers Walt hadn’t noticed him holding in his right hand. “But you should get your ass moving. I know Jones is out walking the halls and I’m sure he wouldn’t be opposed to writing you up for wondering without a pass.”

“He’s such a kissass,” Walt huffed before his brain started to file through places he could hide; he could slip into the art room and bother Christeson and Q-tip, even if he was still kinda pissed at them. They at the very least owed him enough to cover for him for the rest of the class period. 

“You have Grogen next right? Just go sit in her class early; Ms. Keller told me she would be in the teacher’s lounge with her if I had any questions about the shit work she gave me, I doubt she’ll be in a rush to go anywhere.”

“Thanks,” Walt nodded before he turned on his heel and headed in the other direction. 

[sharkboy-starmites]

Oki doki. I just finished watching the new starmites. I have thoughts, it was good. The rest of my thoughts are spoilers, so don't read further if you haven't seen it

Okay so. Thoughts in no order.

Spacepunk is so the best. He learns about consent and then is normal the rest of the show.

Eleanor is deranged. (I'm scared)

Diva should go to jail right now.

Spacepunk should get a restraining order against diva.

She kinda sorta assulted him a little bit.

Diva is upsetting

She was cooler in the 80s

Anyway.

Shak graa looked like a Satan cosplayer. I'm a fan of that.

THE CRUELTY IS A KEYTAUR!!! I love keytaurs.

Idk how to spell that

Spacepunks dad gets to die in a new fun way

He is eaten alive by diva

Spacepunk had to watch that

And the last thing his dad ever did was give him the starmite danger whistle.

Diva never apologizes for this

She directly threatens spacepunk and calls him "delicious" and at one point says "I bet your delicious like your daddy"

I will die right now

What

Was

That

Line

Ew

MOVING ON bizzarbra is boy crazy but respectful

She questions tricking spacepunk but eventually is talked into the clonestar chambers.

Bizzarbra politely respects punks option not to marry her but is still sad and runs away

The banshees repeatedly threaten to cut off the mites dicks

Weird

Everyone talks about dicks too much

And that's coming from me

It's just weird to see my sweet baby boys say such adult words

I say this like a grieving father but like

SPEACKING OF GREIVING

Spacepunk fucking dies

People greive for like 2 seconds and then move one

Luckily he's revived

First thing he does is kiss milady and then get a erection I think

So

Uh

Okay

Dazzle is mean

I'm sad

He is supposed to be silly

They switched the mites personalities

I'm not happy about that

Trink is bad and awful

He looks like a fucked up dog

Spacepunk is kinda hot but I always think that so

He's got a crop top with his name on it

I'm-

Hello sir.

Wow

Anyway uh. I have the shirt that dazzle has. I have the same shirt

I wear it often.

I'm gonna start wearing it unbuttoned like that lol

Punks pants looked like they were going to fall down the whole time. I wanted him to pull up his fucking pants.

Why was punk chained to divas chair by his neck. All the other mites got handcuffs but no.

[fictionkinfessions]

@ that other Wrio... did we play the same game?

I didn't lock the door with the intention of leaving Freminet to drown, and that was made very clear. It was to keep Lyney from going after him, because Clorinde wouldn't have been able to save them both. I specifically sent her to save him. I only let Lyney believe I'd left him out there on purpose.

And it’s heavily implied (and canon to my timeline) that I did that, and kinda sorta kidnapped Lynette (who was safe the whole time, I never would've actually hurt her) because I wanted Arlecchino's help against the oncoming crisis. Greater good and all.

I'm not saying I was perfect. The Lynette situation was still pretty questionable and it was kind of a dick move to let Lyney think I'd hurt his siblings. But you're just straight-up getting the facts wrong when you say I left Freminet to drown, I literally sent someone to save him.

frog?

[silvermuffins]

POKEMON SCARLET LIVEBLOG!!!! part 1

Dear Amber: Do not open until Christmas!!!

That said fuck yeah here I am let's go. I'm about half an hour into the game so let's go over my initial impressions quickly!

Spent a loooong time just dicking around in character creation. Pretty happy with how Fani came out, sad that I didn't like any of the freckles on her.

THAT OPENING CUTSCENE AAAA?????

already delighted at the sheer house-ness of the house

Mom has her own room!!!

SKWOVET

oh man mom is pretty this time

Fridge upon move, Skwovet, stickers on my dresser are 2/3 Galar pokemon, mom says "Off you pop!" did we move here from Galar? Are we not native Paldean???

i am SO cute

Don't really trust Clavell but he's still kinda endearing

wanders around for a while

OH THANK GOD I CAN RUN

i just got a pokeball before choosing my starter

I am no longer secure in choosing Quaxly. Fuecoco is just SO endearing.

Also Nemona is here. We haven't met before, more evidence I moved here recently. Just not like, literally yesterday, like happens in Hoenn, Kalos, and Alola.

god i am TORN

we DID move here just recently!

oh yeah ftr Fani is sorta a tomboy, grass stained knees, sense of adventure, would rather be out rolling in the dirt than doing makeup. Impatient and driven.

I am stalling while trying to choose between Quaxly and Fuecoco ftr

oh snap Nemona is "Champion-ranked" guess I know who the final boss is now. Student council president, though, nice.

How do the classes work at this school???

Nemona looks notably older than me and is Champion-ranked but she'll be in my class????

AH SNAP THE TIME HAS COME HELP I DON'T KNOW other than not Sprigatito. It's cute but it's a tad generic.

After genuinely 10+ minutes of agonizing. I eventually default to what's IC.

In my heart of hearts, Fani chooses Quaxly.

Okay Daya the Quaxly is my starter and that IS a very roundabout reference to the good boy--

Nemona's probably gonna wanna fight me even though???? She's Champion rank and I legit just got my VERY FIRST pokemon? How is that fair!!!

okay but you still have way more battle experience if we don't count my 20+years of history beyond the fourth wall

huh she takes the disadvantage

oh snap nemona's house is FANCY

!!! I spotted a gimmighoul!

OKAY time for the classic starter bashing. my duck can EAT your croc.

man nemona is SO gung ho.....lady please im like 12

The chatter about filling out a paper pokedex by hand.....i see what you did there

oh we're back to forced catching tutorials, are we? well the reprieve was nice while it lasted

there seems to be some wonkiness to the controls. Why does pulling out the pokedex also toggle crouching?

ooooh i get to stay in the dorms huh....PLEASE tell me that's gonna be a space I can decorate. Like a secret base. PLEASE.

oh I see B is crouch

namonaaaaaa i already KNOW how to catch a pokemon

oh well at least I'M actually the one catching a pokemon. Lechonk get!

yeah its official i love this game

So far we'v caught Charlie the Lechonk, Sirea the Hoppip, and Havva the Scatterbug!

??? There is a pokemon in that tree and it SAID i could knock it down by throwing a Pokeball but that's not working?

GOTCHA LITTLE SPIDER DUDE

Scolio the Tarountula

i keep trying to do the throw the pokeball thing and accidentaslly battling lechonk

tried googling to see if im doing something wrong and of course it's not helpful, giving me answers to a million things i DIDN'T ask

i know there's fletchling here i want a fletchling!

FOUND YOU

Scoots the Fletchling has joined the team

PAWMI!!! its name is Jupe now

i can TAKE PHOTOS

holy shit a houndour get on my team little guy!

Vani the Houndour c:

oh that's a monster

a kinda unsafe cave to steer clear of, huh. no way that's gonna be where i need to go or anything, huh.

no really you tell Fani it's unsafe and she WILL go looking for it

wow koraidon is being threatened by two small dogs

WAS I SAVED FROM FALLING OFF THE CLIFF BECAUSE I HAVE A HOVERPHONE?

oh i bet he wants my sandwich

Fani: *sees a big intimidating dinosaur thing* Fani: i know what you need! lunch!

awww is he gonna lead me back up to the top of the cliff?

EYO THIS IS SO COOL

oh theres pokemon to catch in here, hello Ankles the Yungoos and Nibblet the Diglett

oh I hope this cave is fully explorable this is SO COOL

Nemona can you stop being a battle freak for two seconds I'm having a semi-mystical experience over here

oh i nearly got eaten

glad to know im adopted by a lizard now

nemona i am begging you stop thinking about pokemon battles for TWO SECONDS

can't wait to get out of intro land and just, explore freely

wow, rude, my guy. thats MY lizard buddy, YOU can shove off!

oh Sada is his mom

man i wasn't expecting him to be angy

man i thought he'd be a soft boy

dude are you like. okay. do you need me to track down a therapist.

why are you so mean

are you hungry

okay bye

Los Platos...god I should know that. It's been a decade since I took Spanish, though...

wait are all trainer battles at your own initiation this time? no "Our eyes met, and so we must do battle!"???

holy shit no more of that....thats gonna be SO weird

Hembo the Psyduck!

Azurill! Call you Orb because that's what you are

Buizel! I'll call you Mermert. Oop, and here's a Deerling, you can be Rosy

Runs around fields just picking stuff up

my mappiny says there's Happiny....

getting some brief freezes....better save rq in case of crash

WINGULL, GET OVER HERE-- YOU'RE HUMPHREY I DON'T CARE oops i keep killing humphrey

oho i found some ruins!

wait wasnt i supposed to be going somewhere

w/e i have freedom

and Drowzee. Eh....Hosenose.

FLAMINGO?! FLAMIGO I AM NAMING YOU PINKLE

there are SO MANY pokemon before the first actual town oh my god

i have seen five on the radar so far that i haven't yet caught and i keep seeing more

aaaaa i need to heal my pokemon at some point

my guy found a weird door now i gotta see it for myself

aaaaaa im gone, Nemona, I'm not making it to class today

oh yeah thats a weird door or lid alright

ruinous tablets? sealed??? immediately i think of the regis

HAPPINY you will be my Sunny

Ah! Havva evolved! !!! AND THERE a new Humphrey!

Daya is getting too strong to help me catch stuff here

anyway this is Teach the Wooper

y'all they have given me FAR too much freedom im never gonna get anywhere

COMBEE it's a boy but eh might still be of use eventually. Bread. Or, Beqd because im too lazy to fix my typo

i am getting low on pokeballs

sir are you the strongest martial artist here by virtue of being the only one?

I FOUND WIGLETT now how to GET one okay got into battle. Your nape will henceforth be Alfredo.

okay i think i will Stop hunting for new pokemon out on the plains and maybe continue the game

Found more Pokeballs! There is so much stuff just lying on the ground in Paldea

Igglybuff! You'll be Mallow. And Fidough! You can be Teeny. S'posed to be Ralts here somewhere but I ain't seen any.

i like how if you just stand in one place for a bit local wild pokemon will come stare at you

I finally arrive in Los Platos

I am summarily taught how to use a Pokemon Center

the Pokemart takes payment in LP and my first thought was oh no it's pokecrypto

Nemona venmos me some bitcoin

There's an ice cream shop! With....teriyaki ice cream?

are these buildings able to be goinsideable?

they look like they should be able to be goinsideable :c

i found an influencer

tumblr is struggling to type sotime to make a part 2