#ok i gotta log off now i think

[carltonlassie]

So I'm on a Greyhound (already a bad start) and I had to give my witness statement to COPS in the middle of the journey and I was a bit shaken about the whole thing but now I feel more normal and I'm more occupied with directing my energy towards not peeing my pants, so there's a good thing

[tkbrokkoli]

a colleague of mine used to be a professional athlete in the 80s and today she showed me and another colleague photographs from back then and she casually mentioned that two of her team mates outed themselves as trans men and two as lesbians later in life and i was like !!!!!! im

[orcelito]

my toxic trait is work taking up so much of my mind that i think i should just be paid for every bit of work i do. unfortunately this does not translate well to schoolwork and housework

[jinxed-lemon]

Part 2 to my original post of Mean Siblings Unbreakable Bond because it’s funny writing them:

Whenever they play an outdoor game like Hide and Seek or Tag, it’s a battle to the death to achieve victory. Sonic usually wins the most bc he’s the fastest, so the one ace in his sleeve that Tails learned to pull is the waterworks. Sonic find him during hide and seek? Tears. Sonic is close to tagging him? Tails will fall down and pretend to get hurt and start sobbing. Sonic falls for it every time.

Doing laundry? They make it last for hours on end bc they’ll literally take each others stuff out of the wash mid cycle to out their own in. It pisses the other off so much to the point where they’re constantly stopping the wash to switch out the clothes. Oh, Sonic is washing his old blue hoodie??? Too bad, Tails yanks it out of the washing machine sopping wet and drops it on the floor with a splat to put his blanket in. They know that they can probably just wash their stuff together but it’s funnier this way.

They’re play fighting and Tails learned to do that infamous leg kick. You know the move you do when you’re cornered on your back? He just starts kicking his legs at full speed and Sonic starts screaming bc it’s nearly impossible to get past that move.

Sonic is eating chips and he has dust all over his hands? He purposely bypasses the numerous napkins they have just to go up to Tails and wipe his hands over his head to have the chip dust fall on top of him. Tails retaliates by shaking the empty chip bag over Sonic’s head.

Tails is an avid coffee drinker and Sonic has tried everything to stop his addiction. So he tries the famous ‘replace the sugar with salt’ trick to mess with him. One morning Tails puts the salt in instead and when he takes a sip Sonic already had that shit eating grin on his face. Tails immediately spits the coffee in his face and Sonic fall to the ground screaming.

Tails take advantage of his shorter height and sneakiness to kneel down and tie Sonic’s shoe laces. He’ll fall face first and before Tails can book it away Sonic will stick his leg out and make his brother fall too.

Their favorite way to embarrass the other is going onto each others social media accounts and changing something about their profile. Tails logs on one day and finds that his profile picture had been changed to an embarrassing photo Sonic took of him one day and PROMISED not to show anyone else. Sonic goes into his Twitter and for some reason there’s hundreds of posts hyping up Eggman and basically talking about how Eggman is the best/greatest, etc. His profile, header- everything is basically changed to pro-Eggman propaganda.

Fans: are you and Eggman friends now???

Sonic: I was hacked I would never say this shit pls you gotta believe me 😭

Tails LOVES bringing up the ‘divorced parents’ story whenever someone asks about the relationship between him and Sonic. Like Sonic is about to explain how Tails is his adoptive brother and Tails immediately interrupts and says, “Yeah, this is my dad. He got custody of me after the divorce and it’s been really hard lately so try to be nice to him ok? :(“

They’re eating out at a diner/restaurant and Sonic looooves secretly telling the waiters that it’s Tail’s birthday so they’ll do that embarrassing thing of coming to their table and singing happy birthday in front of the whole restaurant. Tails is mortified and covers his face every time and Sonic will record the whole thing like a corny parent and say “Oh he’s just a little shy! Smile at the camera Tails!1!!1!! 😁”

[ellethespaceunicorn]

The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter One

Chapter One: Hide and Seek 

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors - DNI 

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader 

Word Count: 2.7K 

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true. 

Chapter Summary: After a curfew is set in place, you and your best friend sneak out past the town border for a drunken game of hide and seek. What could go wrong? 

Warnings: drinking, peril, mention of blood 

A/N: A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this.  

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Cover Art by me 

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“C’mon, girl. You need to get out of the house for more than just work and the coffee shop. Look, we’ll even stay in town. Just please don’t make me stay in and watch The Great British Bake Off again. Paul Hollywood’s eyes still haunt my dreams.” Your best friend drapes herself against the couch in a dramatic show of boredom. 

“Liv, you’re the one that agreed to wine and TV. So, what? You wanna hit the bar now?” You guess, sitting on the arm of the couch. 

“Yuck. No way. I was thinking of something much more exciting. But you gotta agree to it before we go. That’s the deal.” She props her head up on her fists, while she lays on her stomach, letting her feet swing in the air back and forth. As innocent as she looks, you knew better. 

But then again, you could always go for a little adventure.  

And that is how you ended up in a clearing in Claw Creek Forest with Olivia, a heart full of optimism, and a six-pack of Jack Daniels Watermelon Punch. By the time you are halfway done with your second bottle, the sounds of the night are almost calming. Crickets are chirping, owls are hooting, and leaves are rustling in the light wind that tickles your neck. 

You’re downing the rest of your drink and looking up into the sky when Liv suddenly stands up with a look that can only mean one thing. She’s got a terrible idea that she thinks is genius. 

You decide to stop her before she even starts, “Girl, whatever idea just popped into your head after two wine coolers is not gonna be as brilliant as you think it is. Just say it so I can turn it down.” You twist off the top of your third bottle and look up at the defeated face of your best friend. 

“Damn, way to try and spoil all the fun. I just wanted to have a chugging contest.” She sits down on the fallen log next to you and grabs the last bottle from the cardboard pack. She twists off the top and you nudge her with your elbow before winking at her. 

You smile at each other before bringing your bottles to your lips. The rush of the bubbly drinks makes you both stop every few sips to breathe and burp a little. But in the end, you finish your bottle first and shoot up off the log to slam down your empty bottle. 

The moment you are upright, the blood rushes to your head and you instantly feel ten times more drunk. A few seconds later, you feel like you even out and you can hear Liv’s laughing as she falls backward off the log and her drink goes flying. You crumple to the ground, laughing your ass off, until she pops up over the log with a small scowl on her face. 

“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?” She stands up and brushes off her pants before picking up her now empty bottle along with yours. Her little attitude is adorable, but you don’t dare say that. As she walks past you, she doesn’t look at you. 

“Olivia, don’t be like that. Come on, girl. We’re having a good time! I don’t want it to end. Please?” You’re not too proud to beg, and she’s not the only one who can pout charmingly. 

When she turns around, the first thing she does is look at your pout and scoff, “OK, fine. But I’m only staying if we play a game of hide and seek. It’s spooky season, after all. Well, technically, in my head it’s always spooky season, but you get it.”  

“You wanna play hide and seek...in the woods...in the dead of night...drunk?” You hoped there was enough moonlight so that she could see the incredulous look on your face. 

Wiggling her eyebrows, Liv bites her bottom lip and says, “All of those things together are so perfect. We’re drunk. It’s nighttime. Spoo-ooky woods all around. Come on, babe, the kid versions of us would be so proud to say we weren’t too scared to play hide and seek as adults with barely any wits about us.” As soon as she finishes speaking, the cutest little hiccup escapes her, and you can’t help but laugh and shake your head. 

“Fine! But I’m hiding first. Count to 30 so my drunk ass can find a good spot around here. And don’t cheat, Liv!” You direct her to face a tree and cover her eyes so she cannot sneak a peek at where you are going. You also make her count loudly so that she can barely hear your footsteps crunching over the leaves. 

Even drunk, you are surprised you can think of all that. You back up slowly, turning around to run in a full sprint in the opposite direction. When the tree cover blocks out the light of the moon, you slow down and pull out your phone to use the flashlight to light up your way. 

You don’t know if you got very far in 30 seconds or if Liv just stopped counting, but you can’t hear her anymore. You turn off your flashlight so she can’t use that to find you. You tip-toe forward in case she has gotten closer to you. You find a tree with large roots above ground and decide to try and hide in the little alcove it is shaped into. 

But something catches your eye. At first, you think someone is shining a flashlight or something a bit away from you. But flashlights don’t usually blink, do they? But if you can remember correctly, you’ve seen those glowing yellow eyes before.  

And now they were slowly moving toward you. The glow of the moon illuminated dark fur covering pointed ears and a muzzle that only hid its teeth for a moment. As those fangs came into view, a billow of hot breath turned into a smoke cloud in the frigid night air. The sudden huff of the beast made you realize you weren’t moving. You were standing stock-still while an imposing wolf thought about making you into its dinner.  

Turning on a dime, you begin to run further into the forest. Not looking where you were going, you didn’t see the pile of rocks in your path. Your right foot slips, and you fall face-first onto the unyielding ground. You grunt as your head connects with a sharp stone. Your head starts to swim as you try to lift yourself to continue running, another huff directly behind you scares you enough to flip over onto your back.  

Ringing starts in your ears, and you suddenly feel light-headed. You start to hyperventilate as the wolf comes closer. As tunnel vision closes in, you think you hear it whine softly. The last thing you feel is a wet snout against your temple and then nothingness. 

What was once the sensation of cold wetness is replaced by warmth as you start to regain consciousness. You reach a hand up to your forehead and feel a wet cloth being pressed against your temple. When your hand touches what is holding it there, your eyes shoot open, and you try and scuttle away.  

A firm hand grips your shoulder, and you find it hard to move. Turning your head slowly, you first look at the hand that holds you down. Thick fingers clutch your joint tightly, and the connected veiny forearm is covered in a smattering of dark chocolate hair. Even under an old woolen sweater, you can see the outline of a sizable bicep. The broad chest breathing heavily under that sweater triggers the onset of hyperventilation until the hand that was holding your shoulder moves away. 

When a warm palm touches your jaw, your eyes threaten to close. But when a thumb brushes your cheek, you finally lock eyes with...an angel? 

You can’t tell if the dimly lit room you are in is fuzzy or if you have a concussion. But if you were a betting person, your money would be on head trauma. Because there was no way he positioned himself in front of a light to have a slight glow about him. Maybe that just works like that? 

Deep cocoa brown curls are about ear-length on his head, but a few unruly strands are hanging above his slightly raised brow. Concerned aquamarine eyes with a touch of brown in the left iris aren’t enough to hide the growing bags under them. A strong nose sits in the center of his face. And a small, yet inviting, mouth is outlined by a dark beard speckled with a few greys here and there. 

“...best you lie back down.” The stranger speaks and you only catch the last bit of it because you were looking at his pretty face. 

“I...,” You start, your hoarse voice causing you to clear your throat, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” 

“I said, it’s probably best you lie back down. You’ve got quite a lump on your head. If I hadn’t found you when I did, who knows what could have happened?” With one hand grabbing for the warm compress, his other hand guides you back down to lay your head on a soft pillow. 

“Found me? Was there a wolf near me? He was huge and he chased after me and then I slipped and hit my head. And where am I? Where are we right now? Who are you? I need to get back to my friend.” Your words exit your mouth hastily as if you are in a rush to get the hell out of...wherever this is. 

“Try and stay calm. Yes, I found you not far from the trail. I didn’t see a wolf anywhere, though,” He pauses quickly, but picks right back up where he left off, “Ehm, my name is Walter. Walter Marshall. We’re in my cabin, just outside of Claw Creek. I didn’t see your friend anywhere but, as soon as this swelling goes down a bit, I can take you into town.” Walter speaks clearly and smoothly, his voice is dark yet pacifying, but it’s obvious that he doesn’t enjoy talking.  

“I guess I should give you my name,” You rattle off your name, and Walter nods, “I’d like to say it’s nice to meet you, Walter. But considering the circumstances of our meeting, this could have gone a lot differently. Not the way I hoped to end the night.” You laugh, mostly to yourself. 

“I should hope not. When I found you, you were still bleeding a bit. I was able to stitch you up and get you cleaned up. But I’d probably go and see a doctor first thing in the morning.” Walter suggests in a strong tone. 

“Thank you, Walter. I hate to think what would’ve happened to me had you not shown up when you did.” Your bottom lip quivers as you think the worst. 

“Hey. You’re stronger than you think. And the swelling has gone down some. Why don’t we get you back to town where you can get more rest?” Walter pats your shoulder and gets up from the chair he was sitting in. 

Your eyes follow him as he moves about the cabin. You realize that you hadn’t looked around before, so focused on him previously. It’s a nice, cozy place. Full of warm, rich colors and various little knickknacks on shelves. It lacks a woman’s touch, so to speak, what with all the antlers and not enough candles to cover the smell of a man. However, it suits the man who lives here. 

Grabbing a set of keys, Walter comes back to where you lay on the couch in the center of the room. He gently and slowly helps you up and off the soft furniture and guides you to his truck parked outside. He helps you into the passenger side, shutting the door when you’re seated, and walks around the front to get in the driver’s side. Turning the key in the ignition, the truck rumbles to life and you are on your way home. 

You’re rubbing your hands together and shoving them into your coat pockets before Walter gets the hint to turn on the heat. It’s only a couple of minutes before it is warm enough to be comfortable.  

The drive down the tree-lined road is mostly silent, save for the low music playing on the radio. Walter points out where he found you and you almost can’t believe you made it that far on foot when you reach the edge of town. But you were drunkenly competitive, so you had your eyes on the prize. 

Once you make it to town, you pass a curfew checkpoint and Walter supplies the officer with a story about how you two lost track of time while out of town. You thank him for the cover and direct him to stop at Olivia’s house to make sure she got home safely. Of course, you told him it was your place, and that Liv was your roommate. 

As handsome as he was, serial killers come in all shapes and sizes and no way were you giving this man your actual address. You’d apologize to Liv later. 

Once he stopped outside of her house, you went to unbuckle yourself and thank Walter for all his help. Protocol for this type of situation eluded you, so when you went for the door handle, you weren’t expecting his voice to stop you. 

“Do me a favor and be careful from now on. No more late-night drinking in the forest. It can be a dangerous place." His calm smile brings out the most adorable dimples and you resist the urge to poke them. 

“I promise. Scout’s honor. No more drunk forest parties. Thank you again for everything.” You place your hand on his arm and squeeze before exiting the truck and waving as you walk up the pathway to Liv’s house. 

The light on the porch turns on and your best friend rushes out and hugs you tightly, bringing you in from the cold as Walter drives off into the night. Once you are in the warmth of her home, she takes your coat and prepares you a cup of tea. She asks who brought you home and you tell her about your ordeal. 

When she asked if he was cute, you shouldn’t have been surprised but you still giggled bashfully. She also playfully swats you when you mention that you didn’t get his number. But that’s fine because at least you have his name.  

Once she deems you safe enough to be on your own, she drives you the few streets over to your home and has you promise to call her in the morning. You take off your boots at the door, remove your coat, and start to sling it over the back of one of your dining room chairs. As you look closer at your coat, you make a note to take it to the cleaners tomorrow. 

You survey the coat for any damage to the fabric and thankfully it just looks a bit dirty. You begin to wipe it with your hand and notice that it’s not all dirt on the coat. You can’t be sure, but if you had to guess what was on the sleeve and collar of the coat, you would say it was dog hair. 

Coarse, short dark-colored hairs that when you hold them under a lamp look to be an inky brown. You try and stop yourself from jumping to conclusions, but it is almost impossible not to do that very thing. If these truly were what you thought they were, that means that you didn’t hallucinate that giant wolf. He was there with you, and he didn’t eat you. 

You decided to get to the bottom of this. You’d schedule a check-up with your doctor in the morning. And after that, you would go back into the woods.  

In search of the wolf? Possibly. In search of the truth? Definitely. 

There was only one place to start. At Walter Marshall’s front door. 

To be continued... 

A/N: Walter is finally in the story!! Yay. I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

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[beatboxing-puppy]

saw some posts on this website discussing what sort of videogames the dunmeshi characters would play and i think everyone is wrong. everyone is wrong except for me so im going to spell out exactly who plays what. putting it under a read more because im going on a damn tangent.

Laios: He's not a gamer he does not play games on purpose he will only ever play video games when his friends ask him to join them in their multiplayer things. One day tho Falin told him about Monster Hunter and now thats the only thing he plays aside from Spore and he has sunk countless hours into that damn game. Also he probably has played Some pokemon but he doesnt like PLAYING it he just likes it in concept he knows the name of all the pokemon

marcille: people keep saying she would be a cosy gamer playing animal crossing and stardew and other cute games ^-^ its so lalalaaaa NO!!!!!!! no she does not. Marcille plays games that stress her out on purpose marcille plays overwhelming micromanagey games like lobotomy corporation and rimworld and etc. She also likes games with deep lore and mysteries to discover. The only thing that doesn't fit in this category that she plays is Minecraft shes always in there CREATIVE MODE building virtual dungeons and other crazy shit. Also she plays on her work laptop with trackpad ok

Chilchuck: This one is for me. This one im just basing off my own dad ok. Chilchuck used to be a hardcore gamer in his youth but specifically he was playing stuff like world of warcraft and old school runescape he had really big setups so he could run several instances of the game at once on all his alt accounts so he could beat a boss by himself and he was really good at it. But then he had kids and didnt have time for this sort of thing so he stopped playing videogames aside from occasionally helping his daughters beat a super hard mario level. Later in life he probably discovered some shitty little low-commitment phone game like pokemon go or pikmin bloom or some daily sudoku puzzle thing and he plays it every day but its not that big a deal. He has been pressured by his friends and daughters to make a roblox account but he hasnt played it at all.

Senshi: THIS guy is the one that plays animal crossing. He logs in when he can but hes not on that every day grind. Also he doesnt play the newest one he doesnt play horizons he plays one of the DS ones. Wild world probably. He either doesn't like or doesn't know about the nintendo switch. Whenever one of his villagers say that they want to leave he'll nod solemnly and say smth like "Well... I suppose it'd be selfish to ask ye to stay, friend... Just promise me you'll stay safe and never forget me... Go and explore the world. Wish ye the best." Plus his island would be covered in weeds. He also has some mobile games he enjoys angry birds and candy crush and crosswords (gotta keep the brain in shape!) but other than that he doesn't videogame much because he prefers board games and tabletop stuff he isnt too jazzed about all this modern technology plus a console or a laptop and all that gaming equipment is a lot to lug around and hes a nomad he would NOT have that shit

Falin: Now FALIN is the cosy gamer. kind of. Falin plays animal crossing new horizons sometimes and has fun making a bad island on purpose. Very mildly "bad" tho the worst she'll do is use the drawing feature to hide a giant penis on the beach or whatever. Or she'll give her villagers silly outfits. She also plays minecraft (either skyblock or she makes a new world and explores and builds a couple houses and then forgets about it and makes another new world) and roblox (likes 'trolling' strangers by dressing up funny and acting kind of strange in roleplay servers but she's never actually mean or anything.) But the big thing she likes is story-driven indie rpgmaker games. She's the person who will say shit like "Yeah I played Blums Booglies the quest for Big Dinners and it was so good I cried for 9 hours" completely unironically.

kabru: social gamer like laios but the games he plays on purpose are the sims (he likes to cause them problems) and online multiplayer games (he likes to peoplewatch). I can also see him doing absurd and tortrous challenge runs of games like No items no pokecenter one type hardcore nuzlockes. im correct

izutsumi: ACTUALLY trolls people on roblox. And she plays needlessly gory flash games. Maybe she calls people dumbfucks over valorant voice chat sometimes

[manicplank]

You know weirdcore right.. .?

If you can find any good images of it that fit the PT peeps, what would they be-? And if you could give the images (I would will draw them in them like I did with the backrooms one)

I know weirdcore and I love it.

Weirdcore, dreamcore, etc. are all favorites of mine. The subliminal aspect of them just speaks to me.

Anyways

Peppino: Rot girl summer <3

Gustavo: The entrance to the Gnome Forest looks different this time around...

Mr. Stick: He can't shake the feeling that he's going to be working late again.

The Vigilante: His closed-minded self thinks that someone unplugged the sun.

Pepperman: Hello! Welcome to Pepperman's Art Gallery! We hope you'll enjoy your time here (as an art piece forever).

The Noise: You're not watching NTV, NTV is watching YOU! You try to turn the TV off... but it won't.

Noisette: She let her emotions get the best of her, and now her favorite wallpaper is all torn up...

Fake Peppino: Come on... Go down there and give him a hug... You know you want to... He'd sure love one... He promises he won't hurt you.

Pizzahead: Oh, that damn checkered floor! It's in all the pizzerias! It haunts him!

(I gotta re log this to add John n Gerome. Only 10 pics can be added at a time ok mobile but I want them to stay together.)

[spaceistheplaceart]

Body Swap - How Do I Talk Like That? Part One

can you tell I got a little lazy on this one? aha

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Summarized ID: Reigen cleans up his appearance and tries to teach Mob about customer service. It makes Mob nervous and he's not quite getting it. Then, the customer comes in.

FULL ID UNDER CUT:

(I'll be referring to Reigen in Mob's body as Reigen and Mob in Reigen's body as Mob.)

A short compilation of Reigen fixing his appearance. He brushes his hair to the side, buttons up his PJ shirt, rolls up his sleeves, and sprays some deodorant under his arms. Then, he comes out of the bathroom and asks: "Well? How do I look?" Mob is reading a book at his desk, and Dimple is looking at Reigen.

Reigen stands with his arms out, waiting for a response. Dimple says: "You're still a kid in PJs, Reigen." Reigen looks to the side and clicks his teeth. "Tch."

He comes over to Mob, who is still reading a "how to" book. He leans over his shoulder. "So, you think you're getting the hang of it?" He asks.

Mob replies: "Not really. It looks complicated."

Reigen asks: "Which part?"

Mob points to a page, his finger is blocking some of the text. "Well... It says phrasing is important, and it ggives an example, but I don't see how this is rude."

The page reads: "Writing is very important. The key is nuance. How you phrase your sentences can make... difference between sounding... you care, and sounding like... of a jerk.

"You have to log out first."

"logging you should... that problem!"

Reigen puts a finger to his chin in thought. "Well, Mob, using 'you' in a request can sometimes be seen as rude, like you're ordering them around." He points to the page. "Also the tone of it. See how it's a period and not an exclamation? That makes it come off coldly."

Mob looks up at Reigen, sweating a bit. He's tense, but his expression is still stiff. He looks back down at the book. "Then, um... Tip #10 says to solve problems in new ways for each customer? I'm not sure I could exorcise spirits in..." He looks to the side, thinking. "Uh... for you to... I mean..."

Reigen interrupts: "Ignore that tip, we aren't doing that."

"Oh." Mob responds. There is a sweatdrop on his cheek. His eyes are a bit wider.

Reigen puts a hand on Mob's shoulder, his other gesturing as he speaks: "The main thing you gotta worry about today, Mob, is just trying to finish the sale. Be polite, figure out his problem, get the where and when... and then help him select a package! After that, It'll all fall into place."

Dimple says: "You're making him nervous."

Reigen leans over to look at Mob's face. He does indeed look a little nervous. Reigen asks: "You'll be fine. You've watched me work enough years, right?"

Dimple responds: "I don't think he's been taking notes, Reigen. He's got a whole life to worry about, why would he be watching YOU so intently?"

Reigen puts his hands on his hips. "Fine! Alright, alright, I'll just teach you a few things-- stepping stones, really. The basics."

He waves his hand. "Ok. Posture. Stand up, Mob."

Mob stands up. Reigen waves around his hand again, the other in his pocket. "Great! See, look at that, you're as straight as an arrow! Already, you've got a basic nailed down naturally!"

"Oh, Thank you, Master." Mob says.

"Now try giving your best smile!" Reigen beams, giving Mob an example of a nice smile. There are sparkles around him. The smile is cute! "Like this!" He says.

Mob tries to mimick it, but the smile is creepy. All his teeth are drawn in, and his eyes are squinted nearly shut. He's sweating and there's a wrinkle on the corner of his mouth. "This?"

Reigen looks unsure. "Ah... could use a bit of... improvement."

"You look like a serial killer." Dimple says bluntly.

Reigen glares at him and smacks him with the back of his hand. He drops his hand and stares in shock at Dimple. "Wait, did I just touch you?"

Dimple hides behind Mob's shoulder, glaring at him and sweating. "You do that again and I'll kill you."

Reigen looks at him deviously. There's a sparkle beside his head and his mouth is curled up into a cat's smile, much like a :3. He stretches out, dropping the expression, and cracks his knuckles. "Alright. as I was saying..."

We see the silhouettes of Mob, Reigen, and Dimple, as Reigen talks to Mob for a while.

"You think you got it?" He asks. Mob looks down at him, expression blank. "...Yes."

He sits down, and Dimple floats over with a mocking expression. "Don't worry, Shigeo! All you have to do is be good at talking and read the room. You're super good at that, aren't you?~"

Mob glares at Dimple, sweating and annoyed. "No, I'm not. But Master is counting on me, so--"

Reigen pinches his brows together. "Mob, Mob! Adding all this pressure will just make things worse!"

He places a hand on Mob's shoulder and looks him in the eye. "I have complete faith in you?"

Close up of Reigen's face. He looks very nervous, indicating that he probably does not have complete faith in Mob.

Mob looks at him through his brows/hair. "... Thanks."

The door opens, both of them turning to look at the source of the noise.

We see on the top of the head of the client, who has side swept hair and is coloured red. Dimple smirks from the top left corner of the panel and says: "Showtime."

END ID

[echosoftheflower]

My unedited thoughts while reading the new chapter of IBVS, sorry if it's illegible.

SPOILERS FOR S2 CHAPTER 11

Has he just been summoning these things with out a book? Is he going off memory? It's would be so funny if this moron was a witchcraft prodigy

Who just randomly talks about this in school?

I feel bad for Isaac being worried about Drew telling his secrets but he's honestly being kinda unreasonable with this ignoring Drew.

Bro are they the only two at the table 💀 just move to the opposite side of another outcast table why take up the whole thing.

CHRIS FUVKING WOULD WITH HIS FOLLOWER MENTALITY

But Chris really isn't new? He came there in the fall. Does this school not have freshmen? (Recurring question)

I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING! WHY IS THE ART ROOM STILL SCREWED 

It's nice to know Isaac was in a club but I do wish he talked with the other art students. Also, there are other art students!

Poor Isaac with his trauma from Chris ditching him.

God damn it Chris! Ok I need to talk about this.

Very quick summary of an analysis I'm planning on making of this man but he has like, chronic follower mentality. He will just listen to anyone who seems to have power. He joined Ed when asked because he's the king, he drifted towards Nevin because of his confidence, and now he's with Felix who has something to offer him. This stems as far back as Dylan's group, who were the trouble makers, and Freddie who was the popular kid. The only person who he was ever friends with who doesn't fall into one of these categories is Isaac, and we all see how he treats him. 

He didn't think twice? Aren't you friends with him?! Didn't you trust him at the start?! HES LITERAL DONE NOTHING TO YOU EVER?! YOUR LIKE THE ONLY ONE HES NEVER HAD A PROBLEM WITH!

didn't Isaac also tell him Felix almost killed him and the school almost sent him to the hospital after the fear demon fight? Is this Chris, once again ignoring everything Isaac says? This is like the "id rather skip class than believe the king would beat you up" all over again.

Man I can't believe Felix can remember all those food namesvand things.

The demon book is written by the Wolfe family? Volume 1?

Why does Barry just keep randomly appearing like this? And in full camo? Him and Ed really are similar. For whatever reason I get a bad feeling about him.

How does Drew keep turning into everyone's therapist, as much as I like Autumn and Issac I wish we could see them interact with Drew and actually look like they enjoy their time together.

Barry you are so strange

YEAS MY GENETIC THEORY

ROSE RIPPLE THEORY

It kinda bothers me he only ends up with Ed after he has no one else. But isward crumbs all the same

Aw he's so bored

Again?! These woods have seen things.

Aw he actually wants to hang out with him

"Learn to ask" Ok Edward "drags you into a closet" Quinton 

YES bringing up the two power thing! 

He's other power is definitely part of Sigma

Isaac backstory! Kinda sounds horrific.

YES EVEN THE ADRENALINE PART

it's the tree! :D

And that log would be Chris!

He shut down his huntch 😭

Still Purple huh? Gotta mean something.

FINALLY! CHARACTERS ACTUALLY GETTING ALONG!

he smiles so much in this scene :D

MONIKA AGAIN??

[jungle-angel]

Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: A cozy night by the fire is just what you and Miles need after a long day

Warnings: SMUT 18+ warnings apply. Breeding kink, daddy/mommy kink, so many other kinks I've lost count, mentions of pregnancy and birth etc.

Tagging: @sebsxphia @nobody7102

Miles threw another log onto the fire in the cottage living room, the whole house toasty and warm with all the Christmas decorating having been finished. He was a little saddened with the boys being out of the house for a bit, but his parents knew that you and Miles needed the alone time. Yet the fact that you had just crossed the four week threshold after Jesse's birth, making it ok for the two of you to start engaging in your bedroom activities, mad him a little less sad.

"Fire's going?" you asked, sneaking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Roaring like a freight train sweetpea," he answered.

You kissed his shoulder, still concealed beneath the threads of his whit button-down t-shirt. Something needy stirred deep inside of you as you kissed the spot again, your hand sneaking its way between the spaces in his shirt.

"Hmmmm, sweetheart," Miles hummed happily.

"Yes, oh handsome husband of mine?" you chuckled teasingly.

"Feeling a little needy this evening?"

You pressed another kiss to the same spot again. "You don't even know the half of it," you purred.

Miles gently brought you around to face him, gently taking your face in his hands and softly kissing your lips. You couldn't get enough of how warm they always were, soft and warm like your shared bed and like the glowing heat of the fire that burned behind you.

Your arms wrapped around him again, your hand running to his lower back and dipping lower and lower into his jeans. You tugged at Miles's shirt, pulling it out of his jeans little by little until you felt the bare skin beneath. Your gentle little touches drew a soft moan from his mouth, like the first breath of air in spring.

"Baby," he murmured. "Gotta......wanna lay down."

You hummed into the kiss as you both lay on the floor, the living room rug a little uncomfortable and scratchy beneath your bodies. Thank God for Miles's quick thinking, otherwise the two of you would be an itching mess.

One throw pillow became two, two became three and so on and so forth until most of the couch cushions and throw pillows had become an odd, but comfortable floor-bed. Miles even dragged a wool blanket off the back of the couch to cover the both of you and keep the heat in.

"Help......help me out sweetheart?" Miles pleaded in between kisses.

"What Miles?" you asked.

"Help me with my jeans?" he said. "M'so hard for you sweetheart, I can't hold it in anymore."

You laughed a little as you undid his belt and pulled it from the loops of his jeans, tossing it aside where it landed with a loud *CLINK!*. His moaning was music to your ears as you unsnapped the button on his jeans and lowered the zipper. You felt his chest rising and falling rapidly as you helped push his jeans off with one of your feet. Already you could feel his swollen cock still trapped behind his tight grey boxers, rubbing up against the space between your legs.

"Miles?" you whimpered. "Miles baby?"

"Oh momma I'm sorry," he apologized. "Here, move your hips up so I can help."

You couldn't help but moan as he helped you off with your own clothes, the way he called you "momma" and the gentleness in his hands as he ran them along your hips and stomach. Miles quickly slipped out of his boxers before helping you off with your black lace underwear, both of you completely naked and at each other's mercy.

You sat up, gently easing Miles so that he could lay on his back, your pussy aching and wet for him, almost on fire from how badly you needed him at that moment.

"C'mon sweetheart," he murmured. "It's ok.......you're alright......oh......oh honey......oh you're so wet for me. Easy......easy now....good......good girl."

Those words would have sent you right over the edge as he gently guided you down onto his cock, slipping inside you with ease and rubbing you just perfectly so that a sweet moan fell from your lips. You wanted to cum right then and there as his hands caressed your bare ass and ran up and down your sides, desperate for the glorious friction going on between your legs.

"Oh.....oh daddy," you mumbled as your hips rocked back and forth against his own. "Feels so good......wanna make you cum and fill me up."

Miles could feel his breath getting just a little shallower, unable to control the desire that burned through his whole body. "Wanna make you a momma again so bad," he panted. "Maybe.....maybe two little girls......feel'em all curled up in that pretty little tummy of yours....."

You couldn't help yourself any longer. Yours and Miles's kissing grew more fervent, more heated as he reached back to grab a handful of your ass. You both jolted against each other, feeling that familiar explosion between your legs and a lazy smile appearing on Miles's face. The two of you leaned into each other and laughed before you rolled off him and he caught you in his arm.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he chuckled, kissing you sweetly on the lips.

"Hmmmm and so are you," you purred.

You and Miles stayed in front of the fire together, laying against each other in the warm afterglow. You gently explored each others bodies, your hand slipping further and further down to caress his cock and give a few gentle strokes while Miles's fingertips ran up and down your back. You had your hand wrapped firmly around his stiff hardness, his own coming to cover your hand protectively. You stayed like that until you could no longer avoid that blissful spell of sleep that soon fell over you both.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

82. Murder in the Park

Well I feel decent for the first time in a while so I'd love to introduce you to some stuff -

#1, I finally realized that it doesn't matter if people don't care about the cartoon so as long as I have the most dedicated followers, @itzr4v3n, @royalleblue, and @kirvee (sorry for tag ;w;) Your support means everything to me and without it I wouldn't have bothered making it this far in

Now it's time to meet the world's first Inspector Irratino plush-

Ok he's a little more rough than Aureolin.

I can't stop snickering when I look at him he's SO GOOFY HNGGGG

He will be mine forever

Sorry logico your bf's been kidnapped/jk

And also

Designed once more by Fletchinderat here is Superfan Smokey, the problematic 8-year-old dragon who is taller than many adults. A murder superfan and stalker, he is always in Logico's way and loves to commit his own crimes.

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Logi goes to a park. It’s so fantastic. Except for the dead guy.

LOGICO: OHHHHH, YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME I CAN’T DO ANYTHING FOR MYSELF!!! [faceplants and sobs, so mature]

Pearl is there.

PEARL: OI. IH’ PUUHL.

And so are Tangerine and Lavender and Tuscany who also followed him to Hollywood or something??

LOGICO: WH- WHY? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?? TUSCANY: I have to MONITOR you. LAVENDER: Wouldn’t YOU like to know why. LOGICO: YES I WOULD, YOU BASTARD!!! TANGERINE: We’re doing a good job - we almost distracted him from the murder!

Tusc and Lav glare.

TANGERINE: Oh oops.

Logico legit can’t tell who’s done the murders anymore, because even the ‘innocent’ love to make themselves look as suspicious as possible.

PEARL: A’ A’ U EUHD OV THE REW-BEE TOT’S RAUND E’? SAY ISSA GOOD WAY’TA MUH’DA! LOGICO: …I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying. 

Tuscany is hiding in an ancient zoo with tiny cages and nothing in it. Except her, I guess.

LOGICO: Why are you in a zoo. TUSCANY: DON’T LOOK AT ME, I’M A WILD ANIMAL. And as an academic, I can assert Mx. Tangerine was at the Hollywood sign. LOGICO: Don’t you character-relevant dialogue quip at me, Mother.

Pearl, meanwhile, is attempting to sing.

PEARL: TWUYNK-GULL TWUYNK-GULL WEE’OOL STARE RANDO: MY GOD, SHUT UP!

After thinking of the line over and over again in his head, Logico still can't figure out what the hell Pearl was trying to say to him. He needs to do something better with his time.

(Skype noises)

IRRATINO: LOGUUUU LOGICO: EW, no. How are you doing? IRRATINO: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Logico drops the phone. Into a lake, too!

LOGICO: NOOOOO! IRRATINO: Oh my god Logico don’t cry, Jesus! LOGICO: I’M NOT CRYING IDIOT, I DROPPED THE PHONE INTO A LAKE! IRRATINO: Ohhhh yeah. Wait, how is it still working? 

Logico grabs for it and brings it out, drippin’.

LOGICO: ANYWAY, I’m at the PARK and I need some murder help.

IRRATINO: Yay! I’ll do some marot stuff. 

He does some marot stuff.

IRRATINO: Chancellor Tuscany was seen with a log. LOGICO: How does that help? IRRATINO: [shrug] Gotta go, my dishwater is VERY sad right now. BOOOP!

It turns out Tuscany was STILL running from blackmail… and finally got the person who was threatening her.

TUSCANY: Logico, you monster! You were my prized student and now you’ve exposed two of my murders? LOGICO: You’re keeping count? Not even I do that. TUSCANY: That’s OUTRAGEOUS! I wish you were still in college so I could expel you.  LOGICO: Yes, well, sad things happen sometimes.

Lavender is cheesing by the Hollywood sign when someone runs by and shoves him off the cliff. It’s Tangerine - they finally got their ruby. They wink at the fourth wall and take off.

The end!

Lel that had nothing to do with movies

Anyway I'm feeling better <3 Hope it lasts longer than my last happy break

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[xiakeponz]

The XianYin logs for @myhamartiaishubris <3 - of sokp modern / lawyer au with @renewedmotionforjudgment more gc/soc med shenanigans (worst gc in the history of worst-er-rer- gcs) (PART ONE HERE)(PART TWO HERE) (those are not directly related to this - but anyway!) This is a long one so I'll put the TL at the bottom.

Context also being that: Xie Wei and Jiang Xuening have like a bazillion years of denial about what is happening especially JXN and You Fangyin has a vested interest in this bc she started a betting pool about when jxn and xw would get their shit together (only bc she thinks they will and she isn't blind anyhow) and lv xian has bought into this pool lmao $ but he is betting that they will sort it out within a shorter amount of time than YFY bet on (so it's not just a yes/no bet, you can also wager "if yes, then how long will it take?" lol

Rough translation for anyone else here for the xianyin:

LX: I can't repay you the money I borrowed from you the other day just yet, how about I just take you out for a meal one of these days? (LX w/ the typo btw its actually an error of OP but w/e lmao) YFY: Repay me. You don't have fifty bucks? LX: No, it's just the weixin pay-side is having some issues. LX: Would you rather cash? No way, right? If so, then come out to the gathering tonight and I'll give it to you. YFY. No, when your wepay issues are fixed send me fifty. Thanks. ("wepay me ffty" is an old meme and yfy is just stone cold lol) LX: [sends 50 rmb to YFY] YFY: Tyvm. LX: So Xie Wei has pissed off Jiang Xuening, but why are you mad at me for? YFY. You know why. You fanned the flames. LX: I'm sorry? I was just saying it as it is and unintentionally mentioned Zhang Zhe, who knew Xie Wei would get jelly over that. YFY: Everyone knew that, it doesn't take much. Stop making excuses. LX: OK, but I was only trying to help? Dude's an idiot, someone's gotta do it. LX: Anyway, I can't afford to lose the wager, I said they'd sort themselves in two years so it must be done. YFY: That's your fault for thinking too highly of Xie Wei, you should have listened to me and bet on four, five years. LX: Why are you acting like this is solely Xie Wei's fault? YFY: Oh so you're standing up for him now? YFY: Go on, keep making things worse. LX: Like your precious Jiang Xuening hasn't got a little something with Zhang Zhe. YFY: Where? LX: Anyway, when I was working at the firm with Xie Wei, you may not know but he was an absolute workaholic from day to night, if he could close up a matter sooner he wouldn't drag it out for a second longer. Now I've followed him to working for Yan Mu, welp, the counsel on the other side is Jiang Xuening... he's so... don't even make me say it, you know what I mean. LX: If I really lose the bet, I'll transfer my equity to you, then I might be destitute and out on the streets, I could still even owe you money! You gonna take responsibility for that? YFY: Why should I?? YFY: You best think about how you are going to get your finances sorted. LX: Don't be such a hardass, are you asking me to just give myself to you? LX. ... I was kidding, I don't mean to offend you. YFY: We'll see, when I win.

[glitterguts13]

Pregnant Rover going through some stuff in the boxes to find some of his old baby items when he came across his husband, Scar’s diary.

After reading it, he found out that Scar was a notorious serial killer and he was supposed to be his next victim.

He now has to play along as the good happy wife but Scar knows, he knew someone went through his diary.

YOOO actually tho, I like this idea so much, I think I'm going to do a long form fanfic about this at some point...but in the meantime hear me out.

Rover is around 4 months along in his pregnancy, just out of the exhausting and nauseating first trimester. He's getting some of his strength back, and while his doting husband Scar is out working, he decides it's time to start cleaning.

It's going to be the last deep clean before the baby comes, so he's getting into everything. Figures the best place to start is their shared closet. They tend to just shove everything in there, so it's time to throw out the junk they don't touch.

A few boxes in, and Rover notices even after emptying one of the boxes, it still feels heavy. He shakes it, doesn't hear any rattling and there isn't anything visible in it, but it's just *heavy.*

Fidgeting with it for a bit, he discovers it has a false bottom, and once it's popped out, an old worn-out black book falls into his hands. Curious, because it certainly isn't his, and he can't ever recall Scar owning something like this...

Naturally, he flips through it, newspaper clippings and crime scene photos great him. At first, he thinks it must be some sort of true crime book, but why would it be hidden? Scar is open about his love for horror movies and serial killer documentaries, hell he listens to a true crime podcast every night before bed! Why hide this book?

Slowly, Rover starts to notice, that it's not a book but a diary, and that's without a doubt, his husband's handwriting. It's a log of deaths in the area, people Rover has heard about on the news, people he's heard Scar listening to podcasts about. None of these murders had been linked together. All the victims were random, with no traits of history linking them at all.

Bile starts to rise in the back of his throat, dread dripping down his spine. These photos weren't from online, these photos were taken by someone, and far too graphic to have ever been shown to the general public. These pictures were trophies, keepsakes from Scar's crimes, and Rover loses count after the 34th page, hands trembling violently, unable to process what was happening.

The sound of a car door jolts him from his trance, and he quickly puts the book back the way he found it. Stuffing it back under the pile he'd pulled it from, and rushes to leave the closet. He couldn't hide the fact he'd been cleaning, there was already a pile of things to be thrown out or donated, with no time to put them back.

Scar comes in, all smiles, but his eyes lose all signs of life when he sees Rover sitting on the floor outside of the closet, with everything moved around.

"Darling~ You shouldn't be doing any heavy lifting, not in your condition." he chastises, still smiling.

"S-sorry...I just had this urge to clean. Gotta....get things ready for the baby, you know?" Rover tries to laugh it off, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't meet Scar's eyes. He knows he's being suspicious, but he's far too rattled to seem normal.

"Sweetheart, you look awfully pale, did you see a ghost or something~?" tilting his head, still looking just as cheery as usual, Rover could feel the underlying threat in those words.

"N...no, of course not," Rover huffs, prying Scar can't hear how rapidly his heart is beating, "I just...overdid it. I'm not feeling very well now." reaching down, Scar takes hold of Rover's arm, and pulls him to his feet for a little more force than necessary.

"Go on and take a nice hot bath! I'll finish cleaning up in here and start on dinner, ok~?" there was no room for discussion, and Rover all but tripped over his feet hurrying from the room.

Once his husband is out of sight, Scar's smile drops and he's clawing his way through the pile in the closet like a madman, shaking violently as he pulls his diary from the box, and takes note of how the papers inside are out of order.

Rover was the only one he'd spared.

Rover was the only one he'd loved.

Rover had to die now.

[sneakyparsnipslicer]

Bodysnatchers II

[The continuation to 'Bodysnatchers', had to cut a lot of characters to fit this into a post. Enjoy]

Gavin awoke, it was daylight. He rolled over to check his phone; 7 in the morning. He put his phone down and turned to look at his sleeping boyfriend. He kissed Chris and he awoke, looking back into Gavin's eyes.

'Morning' whispered Gavin.

'Morning' replied Chris.

'Sleep well?' Gavin asked. Chris stretched and groaned.

'Yeah, I think we got a lot of mileage out of this body didn't we?' Chris chuckled. Gavin laid down.

'Oh I'll say!' Gavin chuckled, moving his hand under the sheets to massage Chris's crotch. 'Jimmy was a good pick for you'.

Chris nodded.

'Oh, did you cover that up?' Chris asked.

'Yep, I logged into his Twitter last night' said Gavin, reaching to the drawer, he pulled out Jimmy's phone and began scrolling through it.

'Tweeted just after we got back' said Gavin. He showed the screen for Chris to read.

'Hi folks, sorry to say I've had to dip this weekend, family emergency. Have yourselves the best weekend, ResidentJimmy'

'Ah, ok' said Chris, looking away from the screen. Gavin put the phone back in the drawer.

'I'll get rid of his phone in a bit, we should get breakfast' Gavin suggested, looking back to Chris, who was looking at the ceiling. 'What's up?'

'I can't help wondering if this was right. Jimmy seemed a decent bloke' said Chris. Gavin rolled his eyes and shook his head.

'He was a prude, he had all THAT going for him. We couldn't let him go to waste' said Gavin.

'Jimmy had friends, family, there'll be investigations!' worried Chris. Gavin stroked his hair.

'Once I get a new body, we can to do whatever we like. Go where we like. We'll get a fresh start' replied Gavin. These words put Chris at ease. He pulled off his sheets and got out of bed, giving Gavin a clear view of his back and ass.

'Fuck, I'm never gonna get tired of that!' laughed Gavin, deciding he had time for a quick tug.

The two headed to the lobby restaurant to get breakfast. Finding a table near a window overlooking the street, the two began to tuck into their food. Event-goers on the surrounding tables were wrapped in their own conversations, there was a great spirit of excitement about the day ahead.

'Oh Em Gee! Is that GaValentine?!' asked a voice. Gavin turned to see a face he recognised from last year.

'Oh, morning, how are you? Sorry I've forgotten your name!' said Gavin. The man chuckled.

'It's Umbrelliam, or Liam. It's been a while!' exclaimed Liam, smiling all rosy-cheeked. Liam was a porky guy, flamboyant as hell but sweet. He turned to Chris and his eyes widened, jaw dropping.

'And who's this gorgeous guy?' asked Liam, filling a seat at the table, looking Chris up and down. Chris finished his mouthful.

'I'm Chris. Gavin's boyfriend' smiled Chris, waving.

'Oh you lucky bitch! Why didn't bring him last year?' demanded Liam, looking to Gavin.

'Oh he was working last year, but we're here now' said Gavin. Liam looked between both of them.

'Must be a model or something, honey you can Chris my Redfield any day' said Liam, winking at Chris.

'What's that mean? Boulder-punching you in the fucking face?' asked Chris. Liam was taken aback, but burst out laughing.

'Gosh he's fiery too! Honestly Gavin, you've gotta find me a guy like him' said Liam, turning to look at Gavin. He took a sip of his drink and a thought struck him.

'Did you hear about Jimmy?' asked Liam. Gavin caught a nervous look from Chris.

'You mean ResidentJimmy? Yeah I think so, didn't he Tweet last night he had to go home?' asked Gavin, Liam nodded.

'Yeah, vanished. I spoke to some friends earlier, he didn't text to let them know he had to go or anything, everyone's talking about it' Liam said, looking into his glass. Gavin and Chris locked eyes for a moment, a look of worry passed between them.

'I'm sure he had his reasons, he'll update everyone soon enough' suggested Chris. Liam looked to Chris and smiled.

'Yeah, I'm sure he will!' Liam replied.

'Anyway, let's focus on the event today, got quite the lineup haven't we?' asked Gavin, eager to change the subject. Liam snapped out of his trance.

'Oh my gosh yes! I can't believe they actually got Julia Voth to come here today, her as Jill is just Mother' exclaimed Liam, grinning from ear to ear.

'Well, I'm sure I'll see you cuties there, just gotta get a couple of things from my room. See you soon!' said Liam, getting up from his chair.

'Hey Liam, do you have any plans after the event?' asked Gavin, Liam spun back around.

'Not really, why?' asked Liam, his eyebrows furrowed.

'Well, Chris and I were thinking of having some fun later if you're game' whispered Gavin, winking. Chris glared at Gavin. Liam looked around.

'Wait, seriously?' asked Liam quietly, grinning again. Gavin nodded.

'Abso-fucking-lutely!' Liam said, looking to Chris.

'Cool, we'll see you later!' said Gavin, giving Liam a thumbs up. Liam walked off. Chris leaned in.

'What the absolute FUCK was that?!' he hissed, glaring at Gavin. Gavin leaned in.

'Liam's a bit of a convention slut, he's practically gagging for any action he can get' whispered Gavin, smirking.

'Oh really? You're gonna settle for that?' Chris asked, looking the way Liam went. Gavin followed the direction Chris was looking.

'I'll see what I can do with him. Might take a bit of compressing but it could result in something nice' said Gavin. Chris leaned back in his chair and heaved an exaggerated sigh.

'Honestly hearing what he was saying, I'm worried taking over Jimmy was a risky move' said Chris. Gavin shook his head.

'Nah babe, once his body's mine, there'll be one less gossipy bitch around to risk anyone putting two and two together. I'll take him over, then we leave tonight. Sound good?' asked Gavin. Chris reluctantly nodded.

'We'd better get rid of Jimmy's phone quick, there's only so much radio silence these people can take before they suspect something's off' said Chris. They both nodded and finished their breakfast.

Liam waited in the lobby for Gavin and Chris to return, fantasizing about the night after the event. Soon enough they showed up.

'Hey besties! Shall we get going to the Centre then?' called Liam, waving to them. They both looked at eachother, then Chris shrugged.

'Yeah sure, let's do that' said Chris, and the three of them headed out with Liam and Gavin in front, Chris following. As they made their way across the city, they were approached by a homeless man.

'Scuse me Sirs, you wouldn't happen to have a tenner you could give us would ya?' the man asked. Gavin and Chris continued on like they hadn't seen him, but Liam stopped.

'Oh of course lovey! Just give me a second' smiled Liam, pulling out his wallet to find a £10 note for the man.

'Oh thank you, thank you so much!' said the man graciously.

'It's alright, times are tough darling, I understand' said Liam, patting him on the shoulder. The man looked towards Chris and Gavin and lowered his voice.

'You uh, you know those two then?' asked the man, pointing to Chris and Gavin. Liam nodded.

'Watch yourself with them, something's not right about them' said the man. Liam looked puzzled.

'How d'you mean?' he asked. The man looked nervously at them again.

'I knows a demon when I sees one. That tall one ain't right' he said.

'I think you might've hit the Meth a little hard today honey' chuckled Liam. The man shook his head.

'No Sir, I ain't about that life! Swear to me bones, you be careful!' he warned. He hurried back to his sleeping bag in a nearby doorway and returned with a flask, he pushed it into Liam's hands.

'Trust me, take that with ya, it's holy water it is, I always keeps some from the Cathedral. Please be safe' he said. He shook Liam's hand and hobbled off. Liam looked at the flask and shrugged. He put it in his backpack and hurried off after the two, who were waiting by a bin.

'Ah heck Liam, why'd you stop for that guy?' asked Gavin, smirking at him.

'Sorry, it's just I couldn't not spot him that tenner, poor fella's down on his luck. It's only decent' said Liam. Gavin looked to Chris.

'You're a good man Liam, if people were more like you the world would be a nicer place, and bankrupt!' said Chris, smiling at Liam.

'You've sure got a weird sense of humour Chris. Not sure if I like that about you' said Liam giving Chris a stern look.

'Oh never mind. Anyway we're nearly at the Centre. Did you play the RE4 Remake yet Liam?' asked Gavin.

'Oh yeah, kinda prefer the original honestly' said Liam absent-mindedly. He thought about the man's warning. Maybe something really was off about Chris.

Liam, Gavin and Chris spent the next hours mingling with other fans, meeting voice actors and developers from the Resident Evil franchise's past, attending panels and getting photos and merchandise signed. Eventually in the afternoon everyone began to make plans for the night. Liam had been hanging around a friend of his, Hannah during breaks.

'Seriously Liam, he hasn't called, he's not answering his phone, listen!' said Hannah, holding her phone to Liam's ear.

'I'm sorry, the phone you are trying to reach has been switched off. Please try again later' came the automated voice. Hannah was a friend of Jimmy's and his disappearance had been on her mind all day.

'Looks like he's put nothing on Twitter, not since last night' said Liam.

'He was fine last night when we saw him, I just can't work it out' said Hannah, shaking her head and trembling. Liam noticed this and swept her into a hug.

'Hey! It's alright Darling. We'll get to the bottom of this!' said Liam reassuringly. Hannah sighed.

'Thanks Liam' Hannah smiled. Just then Gavin and Chris showed up.

'Hey Liam, we're heading back to the hotel, you coming?' asked Gavin.

'Just a few minutes please guys, catching up' smiled Liam. Chris and Gavin looked to eachother.

'We're in Room 402, don't keep us waiting too long' whispered Chris, winking, and the two headed off.

'Got plans have you?' asked Hannah chuckling, looking at them walking off.

'Yeah, probably shouldn't keep them waiting too long' laughed Liam. Hannah turned back to look at him, a look of concern on her face.

'Say, who's the tall one?' asked Hannah.

'Chris, why?' asked Liam.

'Jimmy was talking to the one with glasses last night, but he was with another guy, not him' said Hannah.

'Might've been a friend of his?' suggested Liam, shrugging.

'Maybe. I don't think I've seen that other guy since last night either. I know there's about 200 people here today, but I've only seen him hanging around the big guy' said Hannah. Liam thought about this and remembered the homeless man's warning. Something was definitely up.

'Liam, if you're going to be hanging around those two tonight please be careful!' she warned. Liam nodded.

'Of course Hannah, I promise' said Liam, giving Hannah one final hug and hurrying off.

Liam hurried back to his hotel room. He took off his backpack and pulled out the flask the homeless man had given him. He hesitated and then began to drink from it. The water was pretty much room temperature, but he chugged it down, finished and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

'Let's see, Room 402' said Liam to himself, pulling out his phone. He sent a DM to Gavin's account on Twitter.

'Hey, just changing, be up in 5 x'

He changed out of his clothes into something a little fancier and sprayed some cologne, combing his hair in the mirror telling himself 'If it gets weird, get the fuck out of there!'. With a shaky breath he steeled himself and proceeded to leave his room. He was two floors below the 4th floor, so he got in the lift, it didn't take long to find the door. He took a deep breath and knocked.

Gavin answered the door, smiling.

'Liam! Good to see you!' cried Gavin, hugging him.

'Sorry I kept you waiting lovey, Hannah was having some issues bless her' replied Liam.

'Well, never mind her. Now it's about us big guy!' said Gavin, ushering Liam into the room. Chris sat on the bed, shirt open exposing his chest.

'Hubba hubba!' cried Liam rushing over to hug him, which Liam reluctantly did.

'So how're we doing this?' asked Liam, looking between them. Chris moved to lie down on the bed.

'You guys can get started, I'll watch and hop in when I'm ready' smiled Gavin. Liam raised his eyebrows.

'Oh, you like to watch do you Mister? I won't complain!' said Liam, turning his attention to Chris, who was smirking at him.

'So how do you want to start?' asked Liam seductively, biting his lip, crawling onto the bed, moving over to Chris. Chris pulled Liam on top of him and began to kiss him, much to Liam's surprise, but he went along with it, beginning to tongue the hunk of a man. Liam could feel himself getting hard as they pulled away. Chris began to undo his belt and pull his shorts down, alongside his boxers, where his monster cock sprang free. Liam's jaw dropped at the sight of it.

'Go on Liam, get to work!' chuckled Chris, shifting himself. Liam nodded and kissed Chris on the lips again, then kissing his neck and kissing his pecs and abs as he made his way down to the groin. Chris began to feel a bit sweaty, but he put it down to the hormones. He began to squirm as Liam took his dick in his hand and began to pump it, licking it's tip with his tongue. Gavin had already unzipped his own trousers, getting his own dick ready for entry.

'God it's getting stuffy! Give me a moment' laughed Liam, pulling his own shirt off and throwing it away, returning to giving Chris a blowjob. Chris scrunched his eyes closed and began gasping. What should be pleasure was starting to feel a lot like pain.

'Are you biting my cock Liam?' asked Chris, looking down at him. Liam stopped sucking and furrowed his eyebrows.

'No?' he insisted. Then it occurred to him Chris was squirming and groaning in pain.

'Oh shit! Are you ok?' asked Liam, looking in horror as the black in Chris's hair was beginning to drain, becoming blonde.

'The fuck have you done to me you prick?!' demanded Chris as his body began to convulse and his stomach grew. Just then Gavin lunged at Liam, trying to shove his hand into his mouth. Liam elbowed him in the ribs.

'Excuse me? What the fuck are you trying to do?!' asked Liam, turning to Gavin in fury, but Gavin looked on at Chris. Looking back Liam yelped and jumped off the bed. Chris's stomach had become huge and the mass was moving downwards.

'Someone tell me what the fuck's going on here?!' asked Liam, standing frozen against the wall as Chris was yelling in pain. Just then, the mass that was making it's way down Chris's shaft bloated it to an impossible size and Liam and Gavin could only look on slack-jawed as a pair of legs were forced out of the tip, then a body, arms and head. A whole man was ejected out of Chris's dick. He groaned in pain as he hit the floor. Liam looked to Chris on the bed, who was now blonde and had less muscle. No, it wasn't Chris, it was Jimmy!

'Jimmy!' cried out Liam rushing to him, but the new man elbowed him out the way and tried to stick his hand down Jimmy's throat.

'Oi! Get off him! What're you even trying to do?' asked Liam, forcing the man off Jimmy.

'Shit! We can't get in!' yelled Tiernan panicking, breathing frantically. Gavin looked at the sight, there was nothing they could do now but run.

'Let's get out of here!' Gavin said, grabbing Tiernan and pulling him to his feet.

Jimmy began to stir, groaning and opening his eyes. He began to register the room.

'What the fuck?' Jimmy asked, feeling pain in his body. He saw Liam standing over him shirtless and groaned.

'Oh shit, not you Liam!' chuckled Jimmy, laying his head back down.

'Jimmy are you alright?' asked Liam.

'I feel like I've been hit by a fucking truck!' replied Jimmy. He realised he wasn't in his hotel room.

'What happened? Where are Gavin and Tiernan?' asked Jimmy. Liam sat down on the bed.

'I'm not sure what the hell's happened but I think you just shot him out of your penis Darling' laughed Liam despite looking terrified. Jimmy began to piece it all together in his head.

'Where are they?' asked Jimmy, sitting up. Liam jumped.

'They said about getting out of here' started Liam. At that, Jimmy lunged off the bed, staggering to the door. Holding his breath and fighting the pain he wrenched the door open, hurrying into the hallway outside.

'Jimmy they've probably reached the lobby by now!' called Liam, but Jimmy wasn't listening. He ran past the lifts and hurtled himself down the stairs, flying in his fury down the steps. He ran into the lobby in time to see a small crowd gathered near the entrance doors.

'Where the fuck are they?!' demanded Jimmy angrily. Everyone looked to him shocked. Hannah hurried over to him and hugged him.

'Jimmy?! Oh my god where have you been?!' yelled Hannah. Jimmy looked to Hannah, suddenly the anger he felt dissolved into fear, tears began to well in his eyes.

'Oh Hannah, I don't even know what the hell's happening, but I'm glad you're here!' said Jimmy, hugging her tight. Liam arrived panting, hanging onto the doorframe to catch his breath. He looked at everyone, then at Jimmy and Hannah. Looking down he cleared his throat.

'Pardon me Jim, but if we don't get your bum covered up I'm going to start getting cravings!' chuckled Liam. Jimmy looked down, he hadn't even realised his lower clothing had fallen off. Hannah turned bright red and Jimmy began laughing, the three of them headed back to the lifts so Jimmy could get changed.

The next day everyone gathered around Jimmy and Liam as they attempted to explain what had happened the previous day and the night before. A somewhat coherent story was formed of how Jimmy had been taken over by Tiernan somehow and that Gavin had tried to cover the tracks up and how Liam had been able to undo what they'd done to Jimmy thanks to the holy water the homeless man had given him.

'Best 10 quid I ever donated!' laughed Liam. Jimmy smiled and looked thoughtfully outside.

'Whatever happened, those two are still out there. Unless Tiernan got arrested for streaking, they could be anywhere now' pondered Jimmy. Hannah massaged Jimmy's right shoulder reassuringly.

'If they show up again, they're dead!' she warned. Jimmy smiled, thankful for his friends' rescue.

'Liam, could you take me to that homeless guy please? I'd like to thank him' Jimmy requested. Liam finished his drink and nodded. Leaving everyone to talk among themselves, Liam and Jimmy headed out. They found the man and approached him. He recognised Liam.

'Sir! Good to see you. You slept safely I hope?' he smiled, looking to Jimmy.

'Hello again Ducky. Yes you were right about those two. They actually took over my friend here' Liam said, clapping a hand on Jimmy's shoulder.

'Hi, I just wanted to thank you. If you hadn't given my friend the holy water I might not be here now. Thanks' smiled Jimmy nodding his head. The man smiled happily at Jimmy.

'It's alright Sir! I could tell something weren't right about them two. Oh! While you're here' said the man, turning his attention to his sleeping bag. He pulled out a phone.

'Is this is yours?' beamed the man. Jimmy took it from him in shock, it was indeed his phone.

'How did you get this?' Jimmy asked.

'Your demon friends thought they were clever. I noticed them chuck summat in the bin over there when I was speaking to your friend yesterday. After you all left I came over to see what it was. Felt I should hold onto it just incase' the man explained. Jimmy pocketed his phone and breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled out his wallet and found a £20 for the man, that he graciously accepted. Liam also handed the flask back and the two began to head back to the Premier Inn.

'Funny isn't it? Today's the last day and we all go back home tonight, and yet this place just got a whole lot more interesting. Tomorrow it'll be work as usual!' remarked Jimmy.

'I'm still trying to process what I saw last night, not gonna lie it was kinda hot. Not every day you see a man cum out another man!' chuckled Liam. Jimmy smiled but looked at Liam concerned.

'Man, shut the fuck up!' Jimmy laughed.

'Reckon you're up for cuddles then?' asked Liam hopefully. Jimmy sighed and shook his head.

'You know what, fine. I guess I owe you mate' winked Jimmy. 'Just promise me you won't do whatever the fuck they did to me!'.

'Oh I love having men in me, but not THAT deep!' retorted Liam, and they both walked off laughing.

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heeeeeeeyyyyyyyyy shrimpy  ~ <3

what the heck is up my good buddy. my homeslice. my compadre. frendo.

its ya gurl. Goblin anon postin from another pc. dont blow this one up, k? gotta support ya local public libraries they cant afford to buy new puters. be considerate and keep in mind all these people here who want to use the pcs too hmm?

look, shrimpy, I get ittttt. not everyone can avoid being sad an lonely friendless loser. makin real friends can be hard! but I think u should direct all that energy to somthin a bit healthier, yeah? like making friends with chat gpt. safer and requires less anxiety. seriously thou, go see a therapist or somthin. the robot uprising hasnt actually happened yet u dont need to devote urself to an ai overlord.

i mean. u really handing out invites to the future corpse party on their behalf, huh? tut tut. kiiinnddddaaaa irresponsible, no? or mabbe u dont care?

well thats a bit of a pickle. because you got my little sister involved you maladjusted socially stunted freak.

it will be a pain to replace my hardware, yeah. but I do in fact back up my crap to external drives. u did win this battle. ill give u that. but i will win the war.

i coming for you shrimpy and ill have you and that manipulative little pink toad heads on a pike.

(btw: if u see this mr axolotl, if u try any supernatural bullcrap with me Sec will *know*. no matter how much she likes you she will never forgive u for hurting me. she will Know it was u. and she will disown you. dont wanna lose another “friend” now do u?)

ok good talk! was wonderful catching up with yall :) have a nice day lovelies! ~

Goblin Out ^_^

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HYPERSOMNIA MAY DEV LOG : “COOKIN' IN THE KITCHEN”

Hi! For all of you who follow HYPERSOMNIA, you should already know what the gist is here yada yada yada,

if you don't know what this is or are confused on what hypersomnia is read the other dev logs i've said this like every time lol

Hey! Hi! Hello! Welcome to the dev log!

I'd like to apologize about last month, I was going through a big block on development and I got practically nothing done. I've also been focusing on real life stuff which has been strange!

OK! So, first things first. Some of you might've seen on our Twitter, the new trailer is DONE! It's been "finished" for a few weeks now but I went back and made some small edits and now I can fully say it's complete!

I'm insanely happy with how this one came out. I went all out on it and I think you guys will agree when it releases that it just completely blows all our other trailers right out of the water. From music, to editing, to visuals, presentation, everything.

I'm more than excited to show you guys this trailer, and hopefully you all will be able to see it soon! It'll be premiering in this years MOTHER DIRECT (as always lol), so be ready for that! Tons of great fangames and indies are gonna be shown off, along with other MOTHER projects, so if you're interested I highly suggest you keep up with M4E.

Now, onto a more direct game update!

As of right now, the demo is about 50% playable!

This month has been almost exclusively eventing and scripting for the game. That 50% doesn't mean the demo is halfway finished, but it means that we're halfway there to getting the demo playable from start to finish. There's still a lot I gotta do, but eventing is the biggest hurdle for me currently, so it should only be up from here.

Also,

Pigeonville got a bit of a makeover recently! I wanted to make the town look a bit more lively and urban, so I took the time to redo and add a few different buildings. I'm really happy with how it changed the look of the town, and I hope to use this as a base for other areas going forward.

This didn't come without some challenge though. Both the game's prologue and first chapter take place in Pigeonville, and because so many different events are used between the 2 sections, I've had PV split between 2 maps, one for the prologue and the other for chapter 1.

I initially did these edits on the CH1 version of the map, but while porting them to the PL version, I managed to completely screw up almost all the events in the prologue. So while it didn't have to be completely rescripted, I did have to do some playtesting for like a week just to make sure I caught everything that broke.

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Speaking of bugs, there's been a bit of bug-squashing going on this month. My friend Muffins (Who helps write for the game) and I both sat down and tried to just play through what we have so far, and it was an experience to say the least. The game was NOT this broken in March, so playing through it just showed me so much stuff that broke, and some of it was absolutely hilarious.

I didn't record any of it though! Which is a shame! I'd totally post a montage or something of just the absolute funniest glitches we encountered but I guess it's for another time.

And that's all for this month! Sorry it's not much, but I figured it'd be better to give some sort of update then just oddly go silent. Things will most likely pick up during the mid-summer months, I'll have more stuff to talk about, these logs will be longer like they were back in January and we'll all be home on time for Jay Leno.

It's a bit hard to talk about scripting stuff out for the game since I only can talk about so much before I start spoiling stuff. Will June be better? Will there even be a log in June? Will I survive the summer heat? Only time can tell. And the weather man.

If this is your first log you're reading, or even your first time seeing ANYTHING relating to HYPERSOMNIA, I got a whole bunch of links for you to check out if you wanna know more about me and my stupid little game.

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