#one of em was going on and on about how they actively made fun of their school's orchestra during their fucking performance and kept -

[fabulouslygaybean]

oh! they're rich kids. that explains things.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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clone - a - willy

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ʚ Gojo Satoru x Chubby Fem Reader ɞ

❥ Summary: You've been paired up with Gojo Satoru for a class and you've developed a crush on him. After his fraternity holds a "Clone-a-Willy" fundraiser, and your friend buys you a dildo of his dick, your feelings grow stronger. You just hope he never finds out...

❥ Word Count: 4.2k

❥ CW: chubby fem reader, smut, female masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), penetrative sex (penis in vagina), petnames (princess, pretty), biting

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Smart. Handsome. Rich. Gojo Satoru was all these things, and now he was your lab partner.

You were shocked when you were given the assigned seat next to him and told that you would be partners for the semester. He was so polite too, nothing like the usual frat boys you met in your other classes.

“I’m Gojo Satoru! Nice to meet you! Let’s work hard this semester!”

God, his cheerfulness was intoxicating. No wonder you developed a crush on him during your first meeting.

It was just a little crush, nothing to sneeze over, but your roommate noticed how your disposition changed in just a couple weeks. She teased you endlessly, asking for details about the infamous Gojo Satoru of Alpha Phi. She’d heard rumors, just like you, of how he was a playboy and a huge flirt, but you hadn’t experienced that in class yet, much to your roommate’s disappointment.

“Damn, I was really hoping he was an ass like everyone said, you know, just so you could say the rumors are true about frat boys.”

You shrugged it off, just grateful that Gojo was kind to you and helpful during your labs together.

But things changed when Alpha Phi held a fundraiser.

You didn’t hear much about it until you got back to your dorm after the day’s classes and had to listen to your roommate gush about the event.

“You would not believe what they did this year!” You sighed, taking off your shoes by the door.

“What did they do?”

Your roommate didn’t reply. Instead she reached into her bag and pulled out… a dildo?

“What—”

“They did a Clone-A-Willy fundraiser!”

You stared, shocked at the tan silicone toy, blinking rapidly.

“They… sold dildos?”

“That are copies of their own dicks!”

You kept staring, shocked, unsure of what to say.

“This is Geto Suguru’s dick. Isn’t it big? God, I can’t wait to use it.”

“I—”

“But don’t worry!” she interrupted, going back into her bag and pulling out yet another large dildo. “I got one for you too! Guess whose it is.”

Your eyes widened, jaw dropping.

“No—”

“Yes! It’s the Gojo Satoru’s dick in dildo form! Surprise! Happy birthday, happy New Year’s, happy whatever holiday you wanna celebrate!”

Your hand went to your mouth, trying to cover your expression.

“You didn’t.”

“Oh, I totally did. Gojo was out there selling em too, flirting with all the girls who bought his toy. And there were a lot of them too, I actually got one of the last ones just for you!”

“Ashley… This is insane. I can’t accept this.”

“What? Why not? I got it just for you. You don’t have to worry about the cost, I’m not gonna make you pay me back—”

“No! No, I… Ashley, he’s my lab partner. This is so inappropriate.” She rolled her eyes.

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’s nothing to worry about. You have a crush on him, we both know that, but unless you’re gonna start coming out of your shell and actively flirt with him, you’re never gonna get that dick. This will give you the chance to experience his dick without committing to the guy.” You rubbed your hand over your face.

“Ashley… This is so wrong…”

“Oh, Y/N, please calm down. Why are you getting so upset over this? It’s just some harmless fun. If Gojo didn’t want people to use these dildos, he wouldn’t have made them in the first place. He’s okay with it.”

“But—”

“Look,” she started, opening your nightstand drawer, “you don’t have to use it if it really makes you uncomfortable, but I can’t take it back so you might as well keep it just in case.”

You couldn’t fight her on this, not when she gave those pathetic puppy dog eyes, pleading for forgiveness.

“Alright, fine. But I’m not going to use it!”

That’s what you told her. That’s what you told yourself. But you found yourself drawn to the girthy toy in your nightstand. The next time you had the dorm to yourself, you took it out and examined it in detail. It was thick, your hand barely able to wrap around it, and it was long too, long enough to reach deep inside you, hit all those spots that your stubby fingers would never be able to reach…

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when you used the toy that same day, fucking yourself vigorously with it, making yourself whine. It felt so fucking good, filling you up so nicely, making you cum over and over again.

You cleaned and hid the toy before your roommate came back, and you promised yourself it wouldn’t happen again.

You were very good at lying to yourself. Every chance you got alone, you were grabbing that toy, fucking yourself nice and deep in between your classes. You’d started imagining Gojo there with you, fucking you good, praising you all the while for taking his fat cock. You felt guilty for it, but you couldn’t help but moan his name quietly, wishing he was there to treat you right. Would he be slow and sweet? Or hard and fast? Would he call you a good girl or his precious little slut? Would he make you cream or squirt? Your thoughts swirled endlessly as you came on the toy once again, pulling it out and panting hard.

This was getting out of hand. You couldn’t be developing feelings for your lab partner like this. He even began to notice a change in you.

“Is something wrong?” he asked one day in the library while you were working on your project together. You cleared your throat, shying away when he leaned in closer towards you. God, his cologne smelled so good—

“I’m fine,” you lied, swallowing hard. You couldn’t look at him after what you had done the day before, after you had ridden his dildo for close to half an hour, cumming almost a dozen times. You couldn’t stop wondering if he would ever try to make you feel that good.

“You sure? You’ve been acting off the last few classes, and you’re not talking as much as usual.” He leaned forward into your line of sight, smiling softly, speaking quietly. “Look, if something’s wrong, we can reschedule. Maybe we could go someplace less stressful and not as packed? Maybe the lobby of the physics building? Or we can go to your dorm if that makes you comfortable?”

Here he was, being so sweet and considerate, and all the while you were masturbating to the thought of him using a dildo that was a literal copy of his dick. You felt so ashamed, and yet the thought alone was currently turning you on, making your legs clench.

“It’s okay. I can keep working.” He gave an unsure frown but nodded.

“Alright, if you say so, but I’m serious about working somewhere quieter next time. Maybe it’d be easier to finish this at your dorm. That way you’re comfortable and not as stressed about finishing this.” You smiled at him genuinely.

“Thank you, Gojo. We can go to my place tomorrow. My roommate has classes till five, so maybe we could meet right after lunch? That should give us enough time to finish what we don’t get done today.” Gojo smiled back at you, and you swore you could feel your heart skip a beat.

“Sounds good. We could meet up for lunch if you want. I have a class at ten but then I’m free the rest of the day.”

You felt your heart pound, and you nodded a bit too enthusiastically.

“Yeah, that sounds great.”

So, that’s what you did. You met at your chemistry building before walking to an on-campus cafe. You had a quick lunch, mostly talking about your project and your respective classes before you made your way to your dorm.

“Here it is,” you said after you unlocked the door, opening it wide and walking inside. You both discarded your shoes by the door before locking it and heading farther into your room.

“Nice place,” Gojo stated, looking around at the posters you had on the wall. “You like this band too?”

“Oh, them? Yeah, I’ve been a fan for a few years.”

“Really? That’s crazy. I haven’t met anyone on campus yet who likes em. What a coincidence,” he said with a toothy grin. You felt your heart flutter, but you shook your head and took out your laptop, plugging it in and sitting at your desk.

“Yeah, what a coincidence…”

The two of you started working quickly, you at your desk, Gojo on your bed with his own laptop. You were pretty quiet, making the occasional comment about your work before going back to silence. It was about an hour later when Gojo pushed his laptop to the side, lying back and stretching.

“Man, I’m beat! Thank God this project is pretty much done. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

You hummed, glancing over at him, just to find him on his phone.

“Damn, I’m at 20%. Do you have a charger I could borrow?”

“Uh, yeah. Check the drawer on my nightstand.”

You didn’t realize what you said until the nightstand drawer opened.

“W-Wait—”

It was too late. Gojo had already pulled out the toy and proceeded to stare at it. You could feel your face burn as you stood up.

“I-It’s not what you think! My roommate got it for me as a joke!” He kept staring as he sat up, making you panic. “I-I haven’t even used it! It’s just been sitting in there collecting dust, ha ha!” Gojo hummed, scraping his nail along the toy.

“Something weird is dried on it…”

Fuck, you must not have cleaned it well. You rushed to his side, pulling the dildo away from him and hiding it behind your back.

“Look, I know this is weird, and I’m super sorry, but I promise it’s just a joke! Nothing’s happened, we can just go back to studying and—”

“Y/N,” he said low, standing up to his full height, looking down at you. “Be honest with me. Have you used that toy before?”

You felt like you were backed into a corner. Your stomach was flipping like crazy, making you sweat. You couldn’t answer him, couldn’t do anything but look down at the floor.

“Have you… thought about me while you did it?”

You still couldn’t answer, but you felt yourself shrink in on yourself. You could see his fists clench and unclench in your line of sight. Fuck, he was mad, he must’ve been. Why else would he be so quiet? Maybe he was disgusted with you. Maybe he would yell at you and stomp out. Shit, what if he told your secret to all his friends? What if you became the laughing stock of your university?

“Y/N. Look at me.”

You hesitantly looked up, meeting his icy blue gaze. You were about to apologize, beg him not to say anything to anyone, promise to do all the work the rest of the semester if he would just keep quiet. But you didn’t have the chance to.

Before you could blink, Gojo leaned forward and kissed you.

Your eyes widened, hands dropping the dildo behind you as his lips moved against yours. Your hands instinctively went to his chest—you could feel his muscles through his shirt—nails digging into the fabric. His hands found your waist, pulling you to him, hips pressed together. You pulled away when he licked at your lip, staring up at him, cheeks burning.

“I… I don’t understand,” you whispered, eyes searching his face. He was blushing, glowing when he smiled down at you.

“I got a confession to make, Y/N.” His arms circled your waist, keeping you flush to him. “I’ve kinda been crushing on you all semester.”

Your eyes widened, jaw going slack.

“You… what?”

“I can’t help it!” he exclaimed, holding up his hands. “You’re just so sweet and nice and smart and pretty! I’m sorry for throwing this on you, really I am, but I can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

You shook your head, taking a step back.

“This isn’t funny, Gojo. Don’t play with my feelings.”

“I’m not, I swear! Here, look at me,” he said, taking your hands and looking deep into your eyes. “I really like you, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t say it till now, but I’m telling the truth.”

“You… you mean it? You’re not joking around?”

“No, Y/N. I would never joke about this. I swear to God, I like you so much that it’s keeping me up at night.”

You couldn’t believe it. The Gojo Satoru was confessing to you. Not even in your best dreams did you think this would be happening to you.

“Hey,” he whispered, pulling you closer, leaning towards you. “Is it okay if I prove how much I like you?”

“P-Prove?” you stuttered, picking up on his flirting. He nodded, pulling you to his chest again, arms flying around your waist.

“Wanna show you how much I like you.”

You hesitated, feeling your skin burn, your cunt clenching in anticipation.

“O-Okay… you can sh-show me.”

“Yeah? Pretty girl wants me to show her how crazy she makes me?” You stifled a whine, nodding quickly, only making his smirk grow. “Good. How about you get on the bed for me?”

You found yourself complying with his demands, inching towards the bed and sitting on top, waiting for his next move. He stood between your legs, staring down at you for a good long while before his hands went down to your hips.

“Can I take these off?”

You nodded, letting him unbutton your jeans, lifting your hips so he could slide them off. Your jeans and panties were discarded onto the floor, and Gojo fell to his knees.

“Your thighs are so warm and soft,” he muttered, kneading your legs, making you leak. “I love seeing how they squish when you sit down. I’ve thought about laying my head on them way too much.”

With that, he rest his forehead against your thighs, nuzzling into you, humming to himself. He pressed a gentle kiss to your thigh, making you inhale sharply, squeezing your legs shut tighter. He clicked his tongue, weaving his hand between your legs.

“Don’t hide from me, princess. I wanna show you how I feel.”

He pulled apart your thighs, spreading them wide, revealing your chubby pussy to him. He sighed, leaning forward to place a kiss on your upper pussy, nosing his way down between your legs. He kissed your pudgy pussy lips, flicking his tongue against them, making you tremble. His slender hands trailed up your thighs, peeling apart your pussy lips, revealing yourself to him.

“Oh God… your pussy… it’s so pretty,” he spoke in disbelief, staring at you. You felt yourself grow embarrassed, squirming under his gaze.

“Please… don’t—hah!”

His tongue darted out, flicking your clit with the tip. His blue eyes stared up at you, watching your expression contort as his tongue flattened against your clit, licking it fully. He moved it up and down languidly, blinking slowly as he gained a rhythm. After a minute, he began drawing patterns—circles and figure eights. At one point you wondered if he was spelling his name because you could’ve sworn he was writing in cursive with his tongue.

You soon became a moaning mess, resting back on your elbows, hips twitching into his mouth. You gasped when you felt his finger prod at your entrance, circling it, dipping in just the tip before pushing in down to the knuckle.

“God, you’re so tight, too. How in the world did you fit my dildo inside? Fuck, just thinking about you masturbating with it turns me on like crazy.”

“I-I’m sorry f-for using the t-toy!” you whined, voice pitching when he curled his finger, hitting your g-spot.

“Don’t apologize, princess. I think it’s so fucking hot. I was hoping you would show up that day to get one, but I must’ve missed you.”

“It-It was from my f-friend.”

“Ahh, nice friend, getting you such a nice toy to play with. Shit, if I had known you were using my dildo, I would’ve confessed a lot fucking sooner. So much time wasted.”

He added a second finger, pumping the two of them in and out at a steady pace. You could hear how wet you were, your cunt clenching around his fingers as he thrust them into you. You fell back on the bed, back arching as you felt pressure build inside you.

“Oh my God… you’re pulsing around me. You gonna cum? Ya gonna cum on my fingers? Fuck, I want you to, please, I want it so bad.”

His mouth went back to your clit, forming an ‘O’ shape around it, sucking harshly. The action made you squeal, hands finding his hair, tugging at the white strands. You only made him moan against you, the vibrations sending you into a frenzy. His combined efforts were putting you through a whirlwind of sensations, hurtling you towards your peak.

“G-Gojo, please, I-I-I—”

“Go on, pretty. Let go for me. Wanna see you cum on my fingers.”

That was it. That was enough to send you over the edge. Your breath hitched, mouth falling open as you came. You gushed around his fingers, back hurting from how hard it was arching off the bed, thighs clenching next to his cheeks. The moment passed, and you could feel yourself coming down from your high.

But he didn’t stop.

You cried out, begging him to let up, to slow down, but he wasn’t listening. He kept sucking at your clit, fingers pumping quickly, making you climb towards another climax far too quickly.

“Gojo, Gojo! Please, stop, I-I can’t! Please, I—ah!”

It was too late. You were cumming again, trembling under his hold. His mouth and fingers slowed down, helping you down from your peak, guiding you back to Earth. He released your clit, pulling away, a string of spit connecting him to your cunt.

“Holy shit. That was good. Do you always cum like that or was it because of me? Wait, don’t answer that, I don’t know if my ego can take it.”

You giggled, breathless, eyes traveling from the ceiling to between your legs where Gojo was sucking your slick off of his fingers, moaning at the taste.

“God, and you taste good too. Not fair!”

You both laughed. You sat up, reaching for him. He got up, complaining for a moment about his knees hurting before he leaned down to kiss you sweetly, his tongue prodding into your mouth. You opened up for him, deepening the kiss, moaning into him. You felt good, really good, and you wanted to keep things going.

You pulled away, staring up at him lustfully.

“Do you wanna keep going?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. He blushed, huffing out a laugh.

“God, I do, I really fucking do, but…” He sighed, hanging his head. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“That’s okay,” you replied quickly. “I’m on the pill.”

His head whipped up, almost busting your lip in the process.

“Really?! And you’re okay with having sex without a condom?” You nodded, making him smile. “Jeez, and here I thought you couldn’t get anymore perfect.”

He stood up, pulling his shirt off, revealing his chiseled physique. He undid his belt, eyeing you the whole time he pulled down his zipper and pushed his pants down. It was all very sexy until he tried to kick off his pants, tripping over them and stumbling to the side, catching himself on your nightstand. You covered your mouth, stifling your laughter. He chuckled as well, brushing himself off even though he was blushing hard.

Gojo joined you on the bed, helping you out of your shirt and bra, letting you lie down and relax against your pillow. He massaged your thighs as he spread them open.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” You nodded, humming in confirmation. He nodded back at you, holding the base of his cock and directing it towards your cunt. “Okay… I’m gonna put it in.”

He pushed the head of his cock into you, hissing quietly at the tight fit. He stopped once the head was in, glancing at you to make sure you were okay. When you nodded at him, he pushed in further, moving slow, steadily, purposefully. Once he bottomed out, he let out a shaky sigh, laughing lightly.

“You’re… you’re tighter than I thought,” he huffed, already out of breath as he met your gaze. “I-I’m gonna move now.”

He pulled back, leaving in just the tip before pushing back in slow, savoring every ribbed inch of your cunt. He pulled out again, pushing in faster, beginning a steady pace.

“Oh… Oh wow. You feel… so much better than I thought you would.”

“Yeah? You like it?” you asked, voice small and sweet.

“Mm-hm. Never thought I’d get to do this, ya know. I thought you’d reject me if I confessed to you.”

“Really?” you asked, eyes widening. He nodded, moving a little faster, making you moan. “I… I had a crush on you from the first moment we met…”

“You did?” You nodded, making him huff. “No way… no fucking way. You liked me all this time? You didn’t just wanna fuck me?”

“N-No… You’re so sweet and nice… I thought you were so cool, Gojo, too cool for me.”

“What? No way… If anything, you’re too cool for me.” He moved faster, making you bounce along the bed. “You’re so fucking smart. I don’t have a clue what’s happening in class half the time, but you do. And you’re so pretty too. You’re way out of my league.”

Your cunt clenched around him and he groaned, moving from his hands down to his forearms, leaning closer towards you. You moved forward and kissed him gently, making him moan in your mouth, tongues dancing as he slowed his pace just a bit. He savored feeling your lips against his, petting your hair, marveling at its texture. He pulled away to stare down at you as he started moving faster again, pumping his cock in and out of you, making you gasp.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbled, glancing over your figure. “I love your body. I love your curves. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you.”

“G-Gojo—”

“Please, call me Satoru. Wanna hear you say my name.” You swallowed, cupping his cheeks.

“S-Satoru… It f-feels good!”

“Yeah? Feels good? What feels good, baby?”

“Your cock… It feels so good inside me…”

“Yeah? Better than that silly dildo, right? Do I fuck you better than that little toy?”

“Mm-hm! So much better!”

His eyes rolled back and he thrust faster, hands traveling over your form. He palmed at your breast, pinching and pulling your nipple, making you whine. His mouth found your other nipple, sucking hard, making you perk up in his mouth. His tongue rolled around your nipple, mouth slobbering on it. He moved his mouth to your other nipple next, his hands moving to your belly, squeezing and molding it.

“You’re so fucking soft,” he whispered in disbelief. “How are you so fucking soft?”

“I mean… I-I moisturize…”

“But still… I’ve never felt skin as soft as yours. I kind of envy you,” he said with a laugh, making you laugh as well. “God, and your giggle. It’s so fucking cute. I just wanna bite you.” You bit your lip, looking up at him innocently.

“You… you can bite me… if you want…” His eyes widened.

“Fuck, say less.”

He dipped down towards your neck, kissing and licking at it before digging his teeth into you, biting down. You moaned at the feeling, his cock pumping even faster now that he was latched onto your neck. He sucked hard, hands rubbing your plush tummy as he fucked you harder. He pulled back with a loud ‘pop’, admiring the mark he left behind.

“Fuck, I… shit, I think I’m gonna cum. Can I cum in you, pretty thing? I know that’s a lot to ask, but I can’t fucking stand it.” You nodded quickly, moving your hand between your legs to rub your clit.

“Y-Yeah… you can cum in me.”

Satoru groaned, pushing your hand away and replacing it with his own, moving his fingers quickly to get you to the edge. You moaned, throwing your head back into the pillow, hips bucking up to meet his. You rocked against each other, moaning each other’s names, begging and pleading for God knows what as you simultaneously reached your highs. His hips lost their rhythm, moving faster, more erratically. The unpredictable rhythm made you climax, nails digging into Satoru’s pale back as you came. He followed right after, groaning low as he released inside you. He almost collapsed on top of you as he came, bracing himself on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush you. His hips twitched, the last bit of cum spilling from his cock and filling you up.

The two of you were panting, rubbing your noses against each other as you came down from your highs. He eventually pulled out, watching his cum leak from your abused cunt, smiling softly. He fell to your side, sighing, pulling you towards him and kissing your cheek.

“So,” he started, smiling at you, “guess you won’t be needing that dildo anymore, huh?”

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[ask-observer-wally]

Greetings! It seems some strange anomoly has befallen on one of the empty televisions, much to observers dismay, voices seems to be whats come about it, voices with many questions, quations he prefers to not answer

now, who is observer?

observer is a variant of the well known Wally Darling, he exists at a place know as ''Out of bounds'' and is assumed to have existed for a very longe time

his task is to observe and maintiain the multiverse, keeping the shows [also known as Variants/AUs] from ever going offscript, he is also tasked to fend of beings who may cause harm to any of these shows

he may come of as a distant grump, but bug him enough he may just become even grumpier ahah

his reference!

Bounderies and Heads up! before asks!!

I do not own Welcome home and the character Wally Darling, this is simply a multiversal AU, I have made for the sillies

I made my own set of rules for my Multiverse AU lore, so uhh if ya'll end up liking these rules you can follow em too! but please don't boss anyone around about how things should go, alright? everyone can have their own interpretation and rules for the multiverse concept.

Although this blog is mostly for the silly interactions if lore related stuff pop up, there may be a bit of spoopy stuff like horror and gore, and may be some heave stuff, maybe.

I won't be as frequent with replies, but I will try to answer them when I can ahah!

as for bounderies, I don't have much, just in General stuff of what not to do, and you know.. not be too weird pls.

--------- side note ---------

this blogs and a few wh multiverse blogs are going on a on going story which the official cast are :

disclaimer some asks post are part of the lore and some are just for fun interaction

#wttmvlore and #funinteractions will be the indicator of what will be canon to the on going story or not.

I would like to note that we're still working on the wttmv, so I hope that you all will have patience with us and at least enjoy the blogs that are currently active

[muffinrecord]

Current Plans + Musings

I don't plan on playing Exedra to the degree I did for Magia Record, or playing it at all. Because of that, I won't be taking an active role in the community and archiving anything for it. Of course, if Exedra has like amazing gameplay and stories then this is all subject to change, but for now I think I'm done with phone games.

The two youtube channels will stay up and I'll check em periodically to make sure there aren't copyright strikes against the content. I've saved all my raw files, especially for the battle animations, so I can remake them in the future if the music ever becomes a problem for some reason.

Google Drive will stay up until Google rots away. I haven't recorded footage in a long time (as in stories, I do for the character doppels and such), but I'll upload things if they're sent to me.

Magia Union Translations still plans on translating things and making videos, especially leading up to the end, but also for after the game is over for whatever wasn't made in time. I'm not sure what form this will take in the future-- if it'll be manual captions added to the videos or not, but I know it WILL happen.

As for this blog, I'm not going to delete it or anything. However I'm going to be taking a step back. I'd like to say that I'll do liveblogs but I mean... *gestures at blog* I've been saying that for years and the only one I really did successfully was the Oriko one lmao. Ahhh oh well.

I'll have more words later, but it was really fun to be part of a fandom experience like this. I'm excited to work on my own original story projects though and quiet down a bit.

...

When I started this blog, I never expected it to have people actually read it. Or look at it. I just wanted a place to gush about how much fun I was having. I didn't even want to tag the posts with "Magia Record" at first because I was terrified people would be mean at me, haha.

But I'm glad I did. I made so many good friends through this game. I'm glad it existed. And it made me happy to have a place where people cared about what I had to say. Some folks actually got their news from here, can you imagine that? They had notifications turned on for this blog. My god.

Anyways, I'm going to be here for the next two months, and tomorrow I'll start reblogging fan projects and initiatives, plus general news. Maybe this blog will turn into a dumping site for art and fanfic reblogs, who knows. I might watch the remaining stuff and add various thoughts here and there.

Otherwise, you can find me on my main blog @malignmuffin, which only reblogs stuff (I don't talk much if at all there). I have another tumblr blog for my comic, but I think I'll reshare the name once I actually have content you can look at on it. It's pretty bare bones for the moment.

Actually it'll be funny if the end of this game is what makes me finally work on it again. I was in the process of working on it when NA came out, and it totally derailed me. Stopped writing, drawing, just focused on this silly little phone game. Now it's like those five years have gone by and I'm going back to where I started, except I think my lil comic is going to be a bit better than it was before. If I actually make it, that is.

If I ever do actually make my comic and start posting it, I'll be sure to update y'all here. hah

Anyways, thanks for being on this wild ride with me. The memories have been great, and I'm glad I had this experience, even if it had to end.

[megabuild]

"Is Etho's Lab Autistic?" - the greatest thread in the history of MCYTblr, locked by a moderator after 12,239 pages of heated debate,

NOT INTENDED to be a diagnostic resource or an "accusation/truthing" of Etho being autistic, but rather comparing autistic criterion as printed in the DSM-5 with various clips and common autistic experiences, since he has many autistic fans who relate to him. Also because it's a little funny and it's always fun to see more Etho clips. Some of these clips may overlap categories.

A: Persistent deficits in social communication and social interaction.

Unaware of social conventions or context; makes socially inappropriate comments (especially to strangers)

Bdubs: "One of the first things he said to me... Bdubs, you are always sick. I never get sick."

"I was at the DMV, for like, fifteen minutes."

(Gem: "Sometimes the things that come out of your mouth are... unexpected.") "That's how you get laughs, Gem."

Lack of theory of mind (difficulty or inability to recognise cognitive differences- assumes everyone thinks similarly and will understand any references or explanations made, no matter how particular)

"PLETHORA!"

"It's the same noise tigers make when they chuff."

"Feel free to boo if you wish." ("Boo!")

B: Restricted, repetitive patterns of behaviour, interests or activities.

Idiosyncratic or metaphorical language (language that has meaning only to those familiar with the individual's communication style) (also extends to a very particular or idiosyncratic sense of humour that appeals only to themselves)

"The Office is a good show..."

"Objectify them! Objectify them real good!"

"What's the deal with bathroom... peanuts...?"

"This is probably the greatest story you will ever hear in your lifetime."

"And he's like, Etho, don't go in there."

Echolalia (immediate or delayed repetition of sounds, words or phrases)

"Meow!"

"Deh-deh-deh!"

"We got go get wool!" (More mature jargoning than echolalia, but still)

Rigid thinking (difficulty or inability to understand humour, irony, or implied meanings)

"That's Not What That Is."

"I don't have social skills, Grian.."

Particular interests, often on unorthodox things or with uncommon levels of intensity

Sourcing exact clips for this one is tricky, but being a Minecraft YouTuber is one of the most autistic things a person can do imo.

Specifically, a redstone Minecraft YouTuber. Who invents stuff like the Nexus.

(On fireworks, something he's made frequent references to and also tried to make as a kid) "I'm like a kid in a candy store right now!"

Anxiety around change/transitional periods

"Whenever I'm recording a new series with a bunch of new people, the stress... I start to feel it in my stomach." (Gem: "Aw, that's anxiety!")

C: Other things I felt were relevant but couldn't decide on a category for

"I used to go out after rainstorms and pick (worms) up..." (Guude: "Would you let them go ever, or-") "No, I usually forgot about 'em... found 'em later all dried up..."

Cleo: "To be fair, Etho never claims he's a grown up, he just sort of.. giggles and runs away."

"Guys? GUYS?!"

Hiding in the bathroom at MCC

Vaxxed?

Mannerisms such as his "sleepy" or monotone voice from earlier years, or "whisper-shouting" rather than actually yelling.

Thanks

[lawqual1ty]

Dueling (Trafalgar Law x Reader)

Pov: You temporarily joined the Heart Pirates as a measure to get stronger while the two time year gap passed, this results in you participating in some activities that they have as training...

My god is this the longest I've ever written-- I even forgot to eat lol.

Warning: Curse words, mention of Marine Ford, Trauma response(?), fight scenes

Enjoy!

Training with the Heart Pirates had never been easy, if anything it was quite the arduous job. Not only did you have to learn different medical techniques but you also had to learn how to fend for yourself in different scenarios. You should have expected this as soon as you ended up joining them temporarily until the time lapse of two years passed and you could go back to your own crew: The Strawhats but alas… Anything was good enough as long as you could get stronger for your Captain and your Crewmates.

Although this didn’t mean you didn’t have your fun moments with the Heart pirates. You were reading a few books over in the library one morning after finishing off your main duties, it had become a habit of yours as soon as you got used to the not so subtle rocking of the Submarine, it wasn’t as intense as when you were in the Thousand Sunny or the Going Merry but it had a different level of dizziness that got some time to get used to, after all a ship had the advantage of being in the sunlight with some sounds from the exterior, a submarine? Not so much… and if you did end up hearing something it would never be good. You were reading over a few [ages when you heard the characteristic voices of your crewmates Sachi and Penguin together with the silent hushes from Bepo. You looked over at the main clock that hung over the library main door noticing it had passed an hour since you entered the library which explained why their voices were heading in your direction. Your brows furrowed as you heard their footsteps rapidly approaching, you left the book back up in the shelve just as soon as the door burst open revealing your crewmates at the other side with a pair of enthusiastic smiles. “Y/N!! WE KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE LET’S GO!” You let out a soft sigh as you heard Sachi’s enthusiastic voice come from over the main entrance. Bepo panicked as he yelled out “You’re a rank below me! You’re not supposed to give out orders?!” he hit the back of Sachi’s head wining himself a sonorous laugh coming from Penguin and you, you walked up to the trio with easy steps, trying your best to not topple over as you made your way to the three of ‘em with a soft roll of your eyes.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming sheesh…” You let out a soft sigh as you looked at them. As soon as you got closer, they smiled and made their way back to the corridor while you followed behind them not before closing the library door. Today was a special day, once in a while your Captain would allow the Polar Tang to resurface allowing all of your crewmates to enjoy the sun light and fresh air before going insane down in the depths of the Grand line ocean. It would be a special treat for all of you which resulted in the idea that has now brought your crewmates looking for you and dragging you out of your safe spot: training duels.

Sachi and Penguin were walking ahead of you and Bepo, clearly excited about the duels as they sometimes jumped up saying as to how they were going to beat each other this time around and how they wouldn’t hold back against anyone just to get the chance of sparring. You couldn’t help but smile as you walked behind them together with Bepo, it wasn’t the first time you did this sort of duels so you already knew what the outcome would be. The characteristic sound of a siren made the people around you quiet down as the submarine rocked ever so slightly as it started resurfacing, you had to hold onto one of the walls for support as the ground became a tad bit unstable. You may have gotten used to the normal rocking of the Polar Tang but you sure as hell haven’t gotten used to the strong movements of when it got back to the surface, it wasn’t only the rough movements it was also the combination of vertigo and emptiness that accompanied it that made your stomach hurl. It was a weird sensation almost as if you were flying for a brief moment before being struck down onto the ground by that same gravity as soon as you reached the sky. It wasn’t something you missed but hey, it was worth it after spending so many months under the deep blue of the ocean.

The siren ceased its singing making you let out a sigh of relief that was quickly quieted down by the enthusiastic voice of Bepo that ran down the corridor and onto the main door. His boots clanked against the metal floor before being quickly replaced by the heavy sound of the door handle spinning, a loud SPUSH was heard as the door shuttle opened letting in the fresh scent of the salty ocean air drift inside together with the warm sunlight. It had been a while since any of you saw the sun so it was a sight that made you smile as the cold corridors of the Polar Tang got illuminated by it giving it a sense of warmth and comfort you had missed. You made your way down the corridor and out onto the open as you unzipped your boiler suit just above the waist, leaving your body breathe from the tightness and boiling warmth from it. You sighed with relief as the fresh air from outside hit your skin adding to that sense of finally being back in the surface and out into the light. Your peaceful thoughts were quickly interrupted by the enthusiastic thumps of boots as Sachi mad its way to you and Bepo followed closely behind by Penguin.

“We can now do the duels!” He yelped out enthusiastically as he formed his hands into fists, Penguin nodded at his words.

“Yeah! We just have to tell the captain and gather everyone here on deck!” He spoke enthusiastically, while you smiled softly at the two of ‘em.

“Sure, we’ll get everything ready over here with Bepo” the mentioned nodded with excitement as he finally cooled down from the undying heat from the submarine.

And with that you four got to work. You and Bepo made a circle on the ground to signal where the arena would be while Sachi and Penguin began bringing everyone outside for your once in a while duel. As soon as everything was ready everyone started gathering around including your captain, Trafalgar Law. Sachi yelled out enthusiastically.

“OKAY EVERYONE!” He yelped out gaining everyone’s attention as he stood next to Law making him flinch at his sudden enthusiasm. “You know the rules! Our Captain over here will be our judge for the different set of duels we’ll have today! Each of you will pick a paper from the bowl and whoever has your matching figure will be your opponent for the day!”

Penguin interrupted Sachi with a light tap on his shoulder “Just remember these duels are based on pure strength and strategy, no weapons nor powers are allowed!” Law nodded at his words with his usual stern expression.

“That is correct” He looked over at all his crew including yourself “I’ll be the referee as always so I expect to see you display the best of your abilities during your duels, don’t underestimate your opponent and take this as seriously as any other training day…”

Penguin and Sachi chuckled at their Captain’s words.

“Oh, come on Captain”

“No need to be that serious” Penguin snickered

“That’s my only condition” Law spoke sternly leaving no chance for arguments against him. You cackled silently as the other two quieted down.

If there is something that was different compared to the Strawhats and The Heart Pirates was their Captain. While Luffy would have probably laughed along with Sachi and Penguin and make this whole duel thing onto a game, Law never wavered in his seriousness even though part of you knew that he still enjoyed doing this recreational stuff for his crew although he didn’t show it as much. With a few stern words and banter the duels began, you took one of the papers out of the bowl with no expectations as how it would go although you did feel a sense of nervousness and excitement to finally be able to show your new found strength.

You still remember the first duel you ever participated in, you had gone against ikkaku and since it was your first time facing off against one of your crewmates you weren’t exactly ready for it. You had won but only due to some brief luck which made you want to train harder with every passing duel which resulted in you becoming stronger as time went by. This sure as hell made you excited about the duel of today as you unfolded the paper you had picked from the bowl that Bepo had been passing around. Your eyes focused on the contents of the paper as a star greeted you back, it seemed as you wouldn’t get to fight up until later since the star usually meant you were going third, a hand was placed on your shoulder quickly taking you out of your trance as you turned to look over at the one who interrupted your thoughts.

“Hm?” You were quickly met with Ikakku’s soft smile

“Hey, it seems we both are going to duel” You couldn’t help but beam at the chance of getting to fight against Ikkaku, after all a few duels had passed since you last fought. You nodded eagerly.

“It seems like it!” You smiled with a sense of pride “Try and not go easy on me, okay?”

Your comment made her laugh. “Oh, don’t worry I wasn’t planning to!”

After everyone had picked out their dueling partner your Captain yelled out winning everyone’s attention with his hoarse yet loud voice. “Okay everyone may the circle duo step on the arena!”

The first ones to step up were Sachi and Jean bart, it would seem a bit unfair considering the height difference but if there’s one thing you’ve learned is to never guide yourself just by a single glance alone, not everything is as it seems and their duel was enough to prove that after all what jean bart had in raw strength Sachi had in agility and speed which made the duel an interesting sight as the rest of your crew watched. The squeak of a whistle presented the end of the duel as your Captain raised his tattooed hand and waved it to the side of Sachi.

“Sachi wins this duel! He’ll be moving on to the next round!” Everyone erupted into claps and cheers as Sachi yelled out excitedly.

“HELL YEAH!” Remembering his comradery, he walked up to Jean and held out a hand to him to help him stand up. Jean looked up and with a soft smirk took his hand into his and stood up from the ground with a nod of acknowledgement, no words were exchanged but you could sense the level of respect they had for each other in that single glance. That’s one of the things you were glad didn’t change even in the Heart Pirates crew: Comradery. It made you smile as you remembered old times with your own crew… a sense of nostalgia mixing in with the adrenaline of the duels giving you a sour yet sweet taste in your mouth as you kept on watching the different duels that played out. The feeling didn’t wash off even as you and Ikkaku headed to the middle of the arena to fight.

“Good luck” You whispered softly to her before walking to your side of the ring, she smirked

“You’ll need it more than me…” You rolled your eyes playfully at her words before letting out a soft chuckle. You were nervous but excitement flooded that feeling as you looked over at Ikakku waiting a tad bit impatiently for your Captain to give out the signal that you could start dueling. His cold piercing eyes scanned the two of you with an analytical gaze almost as if he was judging even the way you stood in front of each other and tried to calculate the distance between your left foot and your right foot to see where the flaws in your stance was although you caught a glimpse of surprise as he didn’t seem to find any… he lowered his gaze and raised his tattooed arm onto the sky making you tense up as your vision focused on your opponent. Law took a deep breath.

“BEGIN!”

With a stern expression he yelled out. You smirked and quickly bolted towards Ikkaku throwing a high kick her way, she swiftly covered herself with her forearm stopping your advances and ending your leg back in the same direction it came by and trying to hit you with her right fist. You quickly covered yourself up letting a soft sigh as she hit your forearm and not your face before swiftly attacking her again with your fist before turning around in your edge attempting to land a round house kick to the side of her forehead. Her eyes widened as she leaned back swiftly avoiding your attack, she lost a bit of balance so she placed her hands on the ground and quickly did a cart-wheel to get away from you and kneel on the ground as the two of you caught your breath. This fight wasn’t going to be easy and you both knew that…

Sooner rather than later you managed to beat her much to your surprise, your captain’s nod made you even more proud, he acknowledges your victory as you helped Ikkaku stand up.

As the sun starting teasing with its setting in orange waves you felt your body get sorer by the second. Somehow you had managed to get to the final rounds were you now had to face-off against Bepo, both of you were exhausted so the outcome was unpredictable. You were covered in sweat as you grunted, covering yourself as best as you could from the second in commands rapid attacks. Your mind was fuzzy as you tried to look for an opening in which you could land at least on strike all while both your Captain and Crewmates looked at the quite fierce battle clearly impressed. Your fight and attacks were so intense that they had begun creating gusts of wind with every punch or kick that landed on your skin. You were nervous and so was Bepo, the only one who seemed to be calm was Law as he looked at the duel develop with a judging gaze.

“HIYA!” With a loud yell Bepo leaned down and kicked upwards making your arms raise up, leaving your center fully open for him to strike. You tsked in panic as you saw he was about to hit ya’. You had to act and fast or otherwise you would have to bear that punch (Pun not intended). A Pom was loudly heard as you flew back and out of the arena, you braced yourself for the imminent impact that your back was going to face only to suddenly feel dizzy, almost as if you had been switched or teleported.

“Y/N-YA IS OUT!” The stern voice of your Captain made you burst your eyes open as you realized what had happened. You looked up from your position finding yourself with Law’s face just mere inches away from your face as he looked at the rest of the crew sternly. “BEPO WINS THE DUELING MATCH!”

Everyone erupted in a mixture of both excited cheers and claps as they ran over to Bepo to congratulate him, you smiled softly as you stepped down from your Captain’s arms and walked over to Bepo to the best of your abilities, after all you were pretty darn sore from the duels you had to endure. As soon as you approached him, he beamed.

“Nice duel Y/N but you should have known I would win you” He smiled proudly “After all you are under me!”

You couldn’t hide your smile as he spoke proudly, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you patted his back “At least give me credit for trying man!”

“Hey! Why don’t we celebrate!?” Sachi yelled out before dappling his arms over both you and Bepo’s shoulders winning himself a brow perk up from the two of you. Before he quickly let go of the two of you with a frown of disgust. “AH! YOU GUYS ARE SWEATY!?” The whole crew erupted into laughter including you. The sight even made the stern Law pop out a small smirk although none of you noticed as you were too busy thinking on how many drinks you were all going to share that night.

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The night went on as cheerfully as that day had started. A few drunkish chats and singing could be heard at the top of the Polar Tang as the moonlight cheered with the Heart Pirates after a long day of training and dueling. For once you didn’t hide in the library and sat at the top of the Polar Tang with a mug full of beer that you drank while you watched the rest get into different banters and scenarios all thanks to the joy and excitement of the previous duels. You couldn’t hide your amusement as you focused on Sachi and Bepo play-fighting about who was the strongest, after all they didn’t get to duel against each other during the main tournament. You took a swig of your drink without realizing the presence of a certain surgeon slowly approaching behind you.

“You sure put up a good fight…” His deep voice came out of the blue, you looked over your shoulder with a curious gaze finding yourself with your Captain walking up to you. You smiled at him seemingly glad to see him again as it seemed both of you had decided to enjoy the party instead of hiding, him in his office and you in the library.

“I guess I did…” You spoke humbly as you shifted your focus back to the crew wining yourself a low chuckle from him.

“You guess?” He took a seat next to you. “I was the referee… you really doubting my judging skills?”

You chuckled “Not at all…” You sighed as you leaned back and looked up at the night sky “It’s just…”

Your eyes narrowed as you focused on the moon which greeted you with a unique shine unlike any other night down at sea. “I still have a long way to go…”

Your words made him hum thoughtfully as he looked up at the moon together with you. He understood where you were coming from after all you were one of the only strawhats that participated in Marine ford besides Luffy which obviously left an impression on you even when Luffy told you to go train with him for the two-year time lapse. It was not an easy decision but it was one you had decided to stick by but somehow struggled to accept how strong you had become. After a bit of silence and pondering Law stood up from where he sat and walked to the side, you fully expected for that to be the end of your interaction until his voice called for you “Y/N-ya come…”.

“Huh…?” Your eyes widened as he walked off fully trusting that you would follow behind. You looked at your drink opening your mouth to protest only to resignedly taking a long swig out of it finishing it off and leaving the mug at your side a you stood up, almost tripping as you ran behind your Captain. You followed him over to a secluded area at the back of the Polar Tang, you were still outside but it was pretty far away from the rush and bustle that was going on at the main deck leaving you both and Law alone in middle of the some-what silent night. Your mind started racing as you pondered on why exactly he had taken you here, did he want to chat with you? Then why didn’t he do it at the top of the Polar Tang…? It was quiet enough there after all, well… as quiet as you could get with a rowdy crew like that one of the Heart Pirates. You looked out at sea with a curious gaze before turning to your Captain.

“Is there something wrong…?” You asked in a soft tone as you faced him. He didn’t respond making you even more uneasy as the soft sound of the waves surrounding you was the only sort of noise that greeted your ears. He looked down at his hands as his back was facing you, as if he was analyzing the situation, he took a deep breath as he placed his hand on top of his feathery cape and let it drop over to the top of the railing making sure it wouldn’t fall over to the sea.

“You say you still have a long way to go…” He spoke with a soft tone to his usually strong and stern voice. You looked with curiosity as your Captain gently turned around to face you with an almost blank expression in his face.

“And honestly I can agree with you…”

You were about to speak when you were suddenly cut short. Your surprise only increasing when he suddenly raised his hand out to you in an almost challenging way. “But I want you to look at the whole picture here…”

You froze in place, your eyes darting from his hand that stood firmly in front of you as the word ‘DEATH’ greeted you and back over to his eyes that analyzed your reaction, seemingly as if he wanted to read your reaction to his words. It was obvious what he wanted, although that didn’t make it any easier for you to accept his challenge. You took a deep breath before taking a fighting stance with your fists raised up to your face, you could a hundred percent bet that you saw a soft smirk grace his lips for a moment before he ran towards you. Your eyes widened at his inhuman speed as he tried to strike you down with a swift punch, you quickly covered yourself with your forearm just as you had done with Ikakku and Bepo a few hours earlier during your previous duels. If it wasn’t for the fact that you had already seen Law fight before you would have been even more caught off guard by his speed and strength, but it wasn’t like you would allow yourself to stay behind at all. You let out a grunt before swiftly pushing his fist upwards with your forearm giving you an opening to strike the side of his ribs with a side hook, his cold grey eyes followed your movements as he prevented your fist from even gracing his body with a swift downwards swing of his right hand as he moved his waist away from you. Using the momentum of taking your hand away from his rib and pushing you down he raised his right leg to kick the top of your head, you stuttered in your movements as you quickly pushed yourself forward and rolled on the ground to get away from Law and his immediate attacks. He let out a loud tsk as he turned around to face you with a clearly displeased expression on his face.

“Your punches…” He spoke sternly as he looked at you catch your breath and nerve “They still are full of doubt… What the fuck are you so scared of?” Your eyes widened at his accusation, but he didn’t give you time to react as he suddenly bolted towards you. You let out a yelp as his fist nearly strikes your face if it wasn’t for you reacting on time. He glared at you as he tried to force his way in through your defense.

“Stop doubting yourself…” He spoke sternly as he kept on adding force making you grunt, whether it was out of pain or out of shame you no longer knew. “If you want to become stronger you have to understand what you already have… what drives you to fight, Y/N-ya?”

His voice lingered in your mind as you let out a yell and pushed your Captain away from you making him topple over as he flew back for a brief moment. You huffed as he ran towards you attacking you once more, he was relentless… he didn’t even let you think yet your mind didn’t stop wondering from side to side… What were you fighting for…? Why did you even begin this journey for…? You pondered and pondered yet Law’s attacks never ceased to stop you on your tracks almost as if saying that your reasoning was wrong… he wasn’t saying anything but you could almost swear you could hear his voice saying “Try again” with that husky voice that characterized him and only him, that same voice that always made you run over to the other side of the ship as soon as you knew you screwed up… That same voice that grounded everyone when they were in panic… That same voice that had always made you question yourself yet somehow kept you steady with the promise of something else… something more to be or to fight for as you punched and slashed what you needed to… what started out a simple duel suddenly became a fight between you and your mind while Law just guided you were not to wander to with a punch or a kick that made you trip up. A swift strike to your leg sent you toppling backwards with a loud curse to the air as you fell on your butt.

“SHIT!!” Law looked at you from his standing point, the dark lines in his chest almost dancing on his skin as he breathed in and out. Although your mind had threatened to go to other places during your duel you sure as hell did put up a good fight, and the sweat in both of your foreheads and bodies demonstrated it. He sighed softly as he looked at you on the ground, too exhausted to move as you covered your face in anger… or so he thought.

“Listen I—” He was quickly cut short by a very familiar sound, soft sniffles started to come from your side in the ground. Law’s eyes widened as he gently approached you seemingly at a loss on what to do now… He had never been the best with emotions after all. You on the other hand didn’t notice his approach, you hid your face in both pain and sadness as you tried your best to control your sniffles and cries. Your mind was racing… His words still lingering in your mind: What are you fighting for…?

“I….” You started speaking in between sobs, with a steady yet somewhat shaky breath you took your arm away from your face and looked up at the sky, a determined frown in your tear-soaked face. “I WANT TO FIGHT FOR THE FREEDOM OF OTHERS!”

Your words came out in a jumbled yet somewhat coherent mess that made Law smile pleasantly, he gently closed his eyes before he spoke.

“Then…” He walked up to you as you began sitting up straight giving out a helping hand to you as he showed a sincere yet barely visible smile. “Fight with that same trust you give others…”

His face shifted back to a serious one once more as his once sort of warm eyes began flaring up with a determined flame you had rarely seen in the heart Pirates Captain. “Trust what you know and fight me with that…” You looked into his eyes, a new sense of determination washing over you as you dried off your tears and smiled at him.

“Aye Aye Captain…” Your words made him cackle as you took his hand in yours with a firm grip, standing up in the process. He looked over at you for a brief moment before walking to the opposite side of the railing once more. You took a deep breath together with him as he spoke once more signaling the beginning of a new era unbeknownst to both of you.

“Again…!”

[its-your-mind]

alright fuck this I’m making a TIMELINE. and a FACT SHEET. it will not be in order. Nor will it actually track dates really. Mostly it’s going to contain the seeds of my theories. I’m red stringing this Shit via tumblr post on mobile.

TIMELINE:

Magnus Institute fire: 1999

Windows NT 4.0 (the Windows NT that was the commercial predecessor to Windows 95) was released to retail in 1996 (with the final version released in 2001) so Freddy has been creeping around the web since around the time the Institute burned down

Jon, Martin, and probable Jonah Norris, Chester, and Augustus started actively reading roughly 1/30 statements entries out loud ~a year ago, according to Alice

Statements Entries so far are dated to May 2022, and it’s implied that Freddy collects them more or less as they appear, so as far as rough estimates for when tmp is set, it’s nowish, or just a bit earlier than now (similar to how tma was)

My kingdom for an ARG player who can hook me up with the founding date of the OIAR and the dates on those Magnus Institute records, just cuz I’m curious

SHIT WE KNOW:

Jonah Magnus exist(s/ed) in SOME form in this world, and built an institution designed to research the paranormal. That institution burned down and cleared of all records. Unclear exactly when the clearing happened.

The voices in the computer are the same as Martin Blackwood’s and Jonathan Sims’s

The OIAR has a department (this one) dedicated entirely to sorting weird shit scraped from online with an obsessive specificity

Everyone who works in this department wasn’t forced to be here and isn’t forced to stay, but all of them do have something that guided them to this position and is keeping them here

There is supernatural shit happening here in this world right now

Annabelle Cane said that the rift under Hilltop Road was a rift in reality - time, space, dimensions

She also said that the Fears would be following the voices that were woven into the web made of the tapes

In the TMA-verse, the Fears had a penchant for spreading themselves around via books (and then someone stupid idiot motherfucking dusty ass book collecting rat old bastard avatar of the whore biggest clown in the circus cowboy— starting slapping a label on em

SHIT THAT IS STILL A ???:

Did the fears exist in this world for an extended period of time, or have they only recently appeared? All the dates we have for statements entries are recent, but there was at the very least some FUCKED UP SHIT happening before the jmart+Jimmy Magma squad popped up

Did Robert Smirk build batshit crazy buildings and also a panopticon under London?

Was Magnus fear-aligned? Was the Institute? Or was it just a place for fucked up research?

Are there alternate-reality versions of any beloved TMA recurring cast members running about?

Was the og TMA world the place where the Fears started? Or had they already spread?

How far have they made it at this point? Is this the first new world post-archives-crew? Or are we several down the chain?

COLLECTION OF FACTS INTO BATSHIT THEORIES:

The Fears have been Updated for the Twentieth (not twenty-first, rip to Colin) Century and now they have infused themselves into computer systems via Jon’s tapes letting them encode themselves in a new and fun way (I am not 100% sure how tapes work besides magnets somehow, but I DO know that early computers used them for data tracking, which makes enough dream-logic sense for me) and are thus able to hack themselves into forum posts and also spy on the whole world via one (1) government computer system

Panopticon screenshot happened in March 2021. First two statements are May 2022. Alice said the voices started showing up about a year ago. So even if the Fears were already here, JMart are here now once more to lend their voices to the verbal record of Fear

Speaking of the Fears already being here. If the Rift was also for Time, I’m sure the Web could have figured out a way to drag the Squad back along the timeline while somehow leaving jmart behind

OIAR is EITHER. The Fears (Web specifically) preparing a perfect funnel-spider web trap for JMart when they did show up (oh voices? tapes? telling fear stories? here you go motherfuckers) or someone’s Leitner/Smirk/Magnus-ass attempt to wrangle all the trauma under one roof. Either way I’m p sure it is Web-ish-aligned, if the Fears even exist in this world in the way we’re used to seeing them

If we’ve got two grown up paranormal guinea pigs, AND a bouchard running around, and all of them are here because of Some Sort Of Reason, and are Still Here Even Though They Could Leave, I assume everyone else is too. I wonder if they all have some tie to this world’s Institute, or if they’ve all had encounters, or were selected based on their compatibility with the OIAR’s aims

Speaking of which

WHAT IS THE OIAR? Cuz this part of it is clearly kinda similar to the Archives in terms of collecting and sorting statements. Is there more of it? What do those people do? Do they use these sorted entries somehow? Also why tf do they have do work overnight????

[sirenfromthelostcity]

College! Mizu x Dancer! Reader

I went to a zumba class with my mom (that pretty white lady kicked my ass in this class omg) and i was reminded how fighting and dancing practically go hand in hand bc they both require choreography so i got to thinking about College!Mizu and like what if you were her roommate and you begged her to help you practice for a dance test bc your partner was sick. So here is a mini headcannon College! Mizu x Dancer! Reader! If y'all are into it enough to want me to make a lil drabble of it lmk, hope you enjoy! 💗

EDIT: here is part 2!

Your partner for one of your dance classes is sick with the flu so you beg Mizu to help you out. Truthfully, you did have other options but you have a growing crush on your roommate and figured this would be the perfect opportunity to get to know her better and have some fun together.

Begging alone didn't work so you promise to buy her some of her favorite protein snacks and she finally caved in.

Mizu warned you that she's not much of a dancer. However, she partakes in the school's martial arts group and competes seriously so you tell her that her background in martial arts could actually translate pretty well into dancing. Which is actually true as both activities require knowledge and control of the body and flexibility.

The dance you were assigned is the salsa. To you its a pretty intimate dance so you were excited to start practicing. Mizu on the other hand was just worried she wouldn't be able to do the dance right and she's seen salsa before so she knows how close she'd have to be to you and she was kinda nervous.

At the first rehearsal you made sure to wear your favorite leggings that accentuate your ass and legs. It paid off as you caught Mizu's lingering gaze a few times. Could've been she was just watching you to emulate her part in the dance but it was also a high possibility she was genuinely admiring what you were displaying.

At first Mizu is a little stiff but with her consent you used your hands to guide her hips to move in rhythm with yours in the dance.

When it was time for a 5 minute break you decided to do some stretches and when Mizu went to get water that's when you caught her admiring your ass in the reflection of the mirror. You did a mental 'got em' in your head and quietly laughed causing Mizu to quickly divert her gaze.

First rehearsal went very well. You were showing Mizu her part of the choreography and although she could work on moving more fluidly she was able to pick up the dance steps rather quickly.

Mizu even tells you that she had fun and enjoyed the activity more than she anticipated.

You told her, truthfully, that she did a really good job and that you really appreciate her helping you out in this emergency and that you're really looking forward to the next rehearsal.

Hope y'all enjoyed! I'm also working on a lil Mizu x Healer! Reader story so hopefully i'll have that ready soon. Feedback is always appreciated!

[calliesmemes]

IN-CHARACTER QUOTES FROM DISCORD

UNHINGED SENTENCE STARTERS FEATURING THINGS SAID BY MYSELF AND MY FRIENDS WHILE WRITING AS OUR MUSES IN A CRACK-BASED NONCANON GROUP CHAT. This post is dedicated to Em, Liz, Tanny, Nellie, Mel, Ange, and everyone else in the server who recognizes these quotes — you know who you are 😈

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“   Have you forgotten that you should not steal someone’s property? ”

“   I could slap that smug look off his face right now! ”

“   Your ears are a lie. ”

“   Woah woah that's - that's a bad word. ”

“   I don’t know if it’s allowed and quite frankly I don’t care. Fuck the rules. ”

“   Time for gremlin activities! ”

“   I hate this man. Let's prank him. ”

“   We are all going on strike today I swear ”

“   Looks like I need to invest in a kid leash. ”

“   DONT BE COWARDS!! JOIN THE STRIKE!! ”

“   I support her saying what needs to be said! I am done with the silencing of women!!!! ”

“   I like the dramatics. ”

“   I did not ask for a second opinion. ”

“   You seem to be doing a great job at being a nuisance. ”

“   NO BITING MY EMPLOYEES! ”

“   do you want me to bring you cheese? ”

“   Next move, start chewing on the door frames ”

“   I like crumbs. They are like a little midnight snack in my bed at night. ”

“   if he wants to be a worm, LET HIM BE A WORM ”

“   the rest of you suck my toe ”

“   To be fair I am simply vibing. ”

“   I am going to commit a war crime! ”

“   I am manifesting being happy. ”

“   Am I gonna talk shit WITH you guys? because im down to talk shit about pretty much anyone ”

“   Who says? We shall revolt without question. ”

“   Let's just start burning stuff. ”

“   Did you just call me... small? ”

“   Can I convert you with my kazoo propaganda? ”

“   We were radicalised by The Little Mermaid. ”

“   Penny in the swear jar, now. ”

“   My last words are, bros before hoes. ”

“   The old men are trying to be trendy. ”

“   I can do whatever I want too! ”

“   Can we go one day without an interruption from an American? ”

“   I am so sorry. He enjoys conflict. ”

“   Why is he so tall? ”

“   For legal reasons, kids, that's a joke. ”

“   Would you like to fight the adults? ”

“   You're not meant to bite people, it's frowned upon. ”

“   He’s a fun killer, don't listen to him! ”

“   Ow! Stop kicking me! ”

“   I have quite literally begged you not to kick, hit, or bite today. ”

“   BUT I thought we were buds, pals, amigos, chums, friends. ”

“   Oh shiiiii someone’s in trouble ”

“   How much caffeine have you had in the last hour? ”

“   I'll be honest they wouldn't be so bad if they didn't speak. ”

“   Is this goof meant to be dead or what? ”

“   I am a witch. ”

“   This one reeks of self confidence when he clearly doesn't think before opening his mouth. ”

“  I call bullshit on that rule! ”

“   The point is I have a cane and I’m not afraid to use it. ”

“   If you slap me, I’ll cane you. ”

“   Yippee for women. ”

“   FUCK THE PATRIARCHY ”

“   Sorry for being British. ”

“   Oi who's playing that ominous music? ”

“   I'm strong because I eat carrots. Oh wait or is that to see in the dark.... it's for something. ”

“   I will say sorry when i'm caught, don't you worry. ”

“   AND YOU CALLED ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE! ”

“   ... He's done for. Broken beyond repair. Someone play Taylor Swift. ”

“   Please refrain from punching one another. ”

“   He is becoming one with the spider I believe. ”

“   If anybody asks I will say I made you, then you will not get in trouble! ”

“   Can I be a girlboss too? I am not rude to women and I do what i like ”

“   Yippee for patriotism! ”

“   … i could make you guys rat costumes ”

“   Do you think if we started stealing bread we would lose our jobs? ”

“   why do British people ”

“   … you all need therapy. ”

“   Do you ever feel if you breathe the wrong way he will bite you? ”

“   I actively avoid whatever this is. ”

“   CARRY ME. ”

“   What if, and hear me out, they both promise not to do it again? ”

“   I wanna steal all his socks. ”

“   My socks were stolen! ”

“   Hey, watch it now. Only I'm allowed to insult me. ”

“   You couldn’t whisper to save your life. It’s pitiful. ”

“   Both of you are insufferable. ”

“   The law is overrated. ”

“   I’m afraid. Miss, you aren’t my type. ”

“   No. I swear on my life. I am being a gentleman ”

“   I support women’s wrongs. ”

“   ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE!!! ”

“   GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW ”

“   He bites? Are you .. joking? Please say you're joking. ”

“   If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain ifyou're not into yoga if you have half a brain if you like makin' love at midnight in the dunes on the cape then I'm the love that you've looked for write to me and escape 🎶🎶 ”

[baxteravenue]

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YES PLS POST ALL OF THEM 😭😭😭😭 I luv ur writing miss u and ur writing

another one ;)

Druski had been trying to get you to do a skit with him forever, partially because you were the It girl that everyone was obsessed with and maybe partially because Jack Harlow had an insane crush on you that he had yet to make any move on and to be honest Druski was sick and tired of hearing him moan and groan about how “Y/N doesn’t even follow me man, I followed her and nothing… Why the fuck does she even follow you?” 

He was just about done with Jack, so he wanted to do something about it.

“No Druski, I’m not doing a skit…” You shook your head as you answered his phone call.

“Nah, nah, nah! It’s chill, not a skit well maybe kinda… It’s more like a cooking show but different.”

You couldn’t lie, you were interested. 

So that’s how you ended up at Druski’s house in Atlanta getting ready to cook a whole meal with his two friends Urban and Jack. 

You had walked in a little late, saying sorry as you rushed through the door. 

“Man, I told y’all she was gonna come!” Druski loudly yelled as a camera came up to you, “Look it’s Y/N and it’s not no clickbait… Say hi girl, make sure they know you ain’t no AI.”

You laughed while waving at the camera, “Hiiiiii.”

“Anyways now that we got everyone here, let me introduce y’all to the Chefs that are gonna be feeding me and the homies.” Druski moved the camera back to him, “We’re gonna really test these motherf*ckers and see how they can work together.” 

You looked over at the other people, Urban and Jack. You knew Urban, you had met him once at a party that someone had thrown and Jack well you knew of him… but you didn’t occasionally listen to his music.

“It’s nice to see you again,” You hugged Urban first, “And nice to meet you I’m Y/N.” You smiled at Jack shaking his hand which made him give you a confused look but nonetheless he shook your hand. 

“Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Jack.” He responded, “I just want to let you know that I’m not the best cook.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s all good I can pull us through this as long as yall just follow my lead.” 

Druski immediately cut in, “I don’t know about all that because here are the rules. Basically one of yall can’t hear nothing, the next one can't see, and the last one can’t do either. So you all have to rely on each other to not f*ck it up. Especially my kitchen.”

Your eyes widen, “What the hell Druski you didn’t mention any of this?” There was no way you were about to trust two guys you didn’t even know with open fire and knives around you like that.

Jack however did not care, he was hoping to impress you and earn your trust. God, he hardly knew you and yet here he was actively trying to get into a situation where his hand could potentially be cut or burnt off just for you.

Urban was just down with it all, he had seen the trend on Tiktok a couple days earlier and thought it looked fun. 

“I swear we’re not gonna let anything happen to you.” Jack smiled at you, which made you feel a little better.

“I don’t know I’m actually kinda clumsy with my hands so don’t put too much pressure on me.” Urban put his hands up in defense making you laugh.

You sighed, giving the three of them a look before shrugging. “Fuck it.”

“Alright, alright!” Druski nodded, “And before we start Coulda Been Records is not at fault for anyone's clumsy ass and we made all three of em’ sign an NDA.”

Druski had the three of you pick a paper out of hat with what position you were gonna be. 

You were going to be completely deaf with the headphones on blast, Jack couldn’t see anything with his blindfold, and Urban was going to be completely useless because he was both. 

“We’re making pasta!” You just knew you were screaming and it made you laugh, “I’m gonna carry us!”

“Damn shawty is yelling.” Jack laughed, but you couldn’t even hear him. “She fine though so she gets a pass, matter of fact it’s turning me on.”

“What did you say?”  You yelled at Jack.

Jack shrugged, putting up his hands. “Just lead the way!” 

[stardewsnail]

Hi, there! Nice to see a new SV blog! 😊 If your requests are still open, could I get a little something with the singles realising they’re attracted to the farmer after having a ✨spicy✨ dream about them? If that’s too many characters, then just Emily, Elliott and Penny is fine. Please and thank you! 🖤

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

Shout out to you for being the first request on this blog!

I didn't get to all the singles but I got those three and a few others. I might come back to this later, it was fun to write. Hope you enjoy!!

MINORS DNI, CW: sexual activity

total word count: 1,705

Emily

The room was a haze of sweet smoke and candlelight. The farmer was waiting, draped in nothing but a silky robe Emily recognized as her own design. They reclined carelessly on one of the many cushions that made up the center of the room, crystals lining the edge to make a circle. She didn’t know if this was some sort of spell–ritual–whatever, but she knew the hunger wouldn’t be satisfied until she crossed the threshold. 

“Em,” the farmer grinned and her feet moved unbidden. It felt more than natural to sit, straddling their lap, hands dipping under the smooth fabric to run across broad, toned shoulders. The farmer’s hands were heavy on her hips, dipping to grip her ass and pull her closer. They kissed her exposed neck, nipping, sucking—she gasped, a moan escaping her as the farmer found the sensitive spot where her neck met her collar. 

“Do you want me?” the farmer asked, half lidded eyes meeting hers.

“Yes!” Her reply was breathless. 

“EMILY!” 

Emily jumped awake, nearly falling off the sofa she had been napping on. Haley was home, talking a mile a minute, likely not even noticing her sister had been asleep. Not that she required any input from Emily as she went on about how her pictures were going to turn out and the new lighting technique she had used. 

Her own thoughts were a mess–did she really want the farmer like that? The answer came too quick to the front of her mind, nearly as fast as she had answered in her dream. Yes.

—> Emily was never one to beat around the bush. After confiding in her crush to Haley the two quickly came up with a plan to get Emily and the farmer closer

Penny

She shuddered as the farmer nipped her inner thigh, kissing higher and higher. The calloused hands on her hips were firm, holding her in place as their warm breath tumbled over her cunt.

“You’re so pretty like this,” the farmer murmured, eyes flicking up to meet Penny’s. She tried to respond, but as soon as she opened her mouth the farmer pressed their tongue inside her, dragging it to flick over her clit. The only noise she could make was a breathy gasp that stuck in her throat, curling out her lips in a moan.

“Please,” Penny murmured, trying to grind her hips down—to do anything to increase the friction.

“What my Penny wants, my Penny gets,” they chuckled, voice husky with lust. They pressed themselves back between her thighs and she nearly screamed, pleasure coiling through every nerve, hardly aware of her hands tangling in the farmer’s hair, urging them on—

Her eyes snapped open as the trailer door was slammed shut. Her mother was back from her nightly pilgrimage. She feigned sleep, her heart pounding so hard she was worried her mother would hear it and somehow know…but the bathroom door shut next and she exhaled, pressing her palms over her eyes.

She was dreaming about the farmer—about them doing— She shoved the thoughts down as if that would be enough to curb the itch in her bones. She has been thinking about them so often, she wasn’t totally surprised to see them in her dreams but to have imagined that…

She’d decided it was just a friend-crush. The farmer was cool and smart and funny and sure, definitely not unattractive but Penny just wanted another friend, right?

She always told the children honesty was the best policy and here she was lying to herself even in the privacy of her own mind. She wanted to be much more than a friend. 

—> Penny can’t look the farmer in the eyes for days after, Maru notices it and does a little pushing before realizing Penny has a crush. Penny never says a word about the dream to anyone unless she is actually sleeping with the farmer. Then she might say something like “this is better than that dream I had” which inevitably leads to a round two

Elliot

Elliot closed his eyes as the farmer brought the brush through his hair once more. Their hands were gentle, carefully untangling his locks until they were satisfied. The brush was set aside, their fingers now rubbing into his scalp. 

“You spoil me,” he murmured, tilting his head back into their knees so he could see their glittering eyes. 

“And? Try and stop me.” Their smile was soft. Elliot took their hand in his own, pressing his lips upon their knuckles. 

“Never,” he swore, turning to kneel in front of them. His hands rested on their thick thighs, gripping bare, muscled flesh as he half rose to kiss them. He felt their smile against his lips and their hands once again found his hair, tangling through the strands and pulling just hard enough–he caught their lower lip between his teeth and the noise they made was better than any song. 

At once he was moving, climbing on top of them as they scrambled to make room–he needed them–needed to be inside of them, to be one with them–the locked their legs around his hips, hands already unbuttoning his shirt to stroke the lean muscle beneath. 

“Elliot,” they whined, hips jerking as they pressed against his hard cock, “Please…”

Thunder shook his little shack, and he woke with a start. He lay there for a moment, stunned and breathing hard, trying to organize his thoughts around what his imagination had conjured. 

Elliot scrambled in the top drawer of his nightstand, grabbing the notebook and flashlight he kept there for any midnight bursts of inspiration. He had a new muse—a new star in the sky, a constellation of beauty. It was only natural for a poet to be attracted to them.

→ despite his initial bravado about it, he can’t help but be nervous around the farmer from this point on. He mentions he’s been writing more poetry lately and when they ask to read it he scrambles to find an excuse as to why no, they absolutely cannot. Leah gives him shit for it. (Think Pride and Prejudice and the comment to Darcy about “fine, dark eyes”)

Sebastian

Sebastian arched against the restraints that held his arms above his head, trying to crane his neck off the mattress enough to see what the farmer was doing. 

“Seb,” they tsked, appearing into his field of vision, “I told you to hold still.” 

“Sorry-” his words turned to a gasp as they ran their nails from his collar bone to his ankle as they walked around the bed. 

“I brought some new toys.” They continued as if he hadn’t spoken, “I think this one will be useful now.” They revealed a length of silk, letting it dangle over him just barely brushing the skin sending shivers across his body. 

“I don’t think you need to see. I want you to focus on what you’re feeling, okay, darling?” He nodded, not trusting his voice to be steady. They pulled themselves onto the bed, coming to straddle his hips, pressing his cock down flat against their lingerie. He whimpered, cheeks heating at the sound. They smirked, placing the cool blindfold over his face. 

Their kisses on his neck were lightning strikes, hot and almost painful. He was panting, squirming under their touch—

The clap of thunder woke him with a start. His heart raced as the dream came flooding back to him. 

Shit. 

Sure, the farmer was cute but—well shit. He thought the farmer was more than just cute. He couldn’t shake the image of them standing over him…he bit back a moan as his hand closed on his cock. That was a later problem. He had more pressing matters at hand. 

Shane

Shane hadn’t felt like this in years–the farmer had eyed him across the saloon and with a single look they had him following them out the door. And now here he was, his back pressed against their wall, feeling them smile into his neck as they peppered kisses down his throat. The farmer dropped to their knees, fumbling for a moment with the button of his shorts. 

“Fuck,” Shane hissed as they succeeded, his cock now exposed to the night air. They smirked up at him for the briefest moment before–

“Fuck–fuck that’s so good,” he whimpered, pressing a hand to his mouth as they swallowed him, bobbing down his full length–

The scream of a rooster had his eyes snapped open. Awake, sweaty, and beyond horny. This wasn’t good–he was the town drunk, the loser, the peaked-in-highschool gridball drop out…but he couldn’t shake the image of them looking up at him, mouth full…getting off to the thought of them was enough of an indulgence. 

→ Shane proceeds like normal, fully confident nothing will ever come from his desires

Abigail

Together they ran through the mines, swords in hand, working as a single well oiled machine slicing through slime after slime. The farmer’s arms were bare as they swung the pick ax once again, splitting a boulder in a single stroke. 

“Watch out!” Abigail yelled, lunging forward to destroy the mummy the farmer hadn’t noticed. 

“What would I ever do without you?” the farmer’s words were lilting, not teasing, but there was something in their eyes that set her face aflame. 

“I don’t know,” Abigail replied cooly, sheathing her weapon and closing the space between them. She grabbed them by the hips, pulling them tight against her body and into a passionate kiss. The farmer’s back hit the wall and they moaned as Abigail palmed their chest, able to feel their hard nipples through the thin shirt they’d worn. She hooked them by the knee, pulling their leg over her hip and pressing closer–

A sped up remix of some old pop song blasted through the house, making her jump as she woke. Aerobics. Fucking aerobics. She groaned, flopping back down in bed trying to hold the image of the farmer beneath her as long as she could. This was going to make for a very awkward Flower Festival tomorrow…but maybe the farmer would ask her to dance?

→ Abigail ends up lowkey stalking the farmer trying to learn more about them and get their attention

[j-l-kepler]

I Turned My BG3 Tavs into Fake Origin Characters

CUZ NOBODY'S STOPPED ME YET

So here I was, scrolling through the BG3 tag when I come across a fantastic BG3 Template made by the extraordinary @dvgsart! Couldn't mcfreakin' help myself, I tell you.

So I took my 5 active non-Durge playthroughs (3 of which are 2-Tav saves) and slapped them in! Had a blast doing this, I tell you. All the beautiful Tavs I keep seeing just make me wanna gush about my own silly Tavs. Life's too short to not have fun.

[Putting the ART and everything below the cut because this is gonna be loooooong and y'all should get to opt out]

Yeah okay maybe I've written Companion Guides for 6/7 of these guys. I've had a lot of time at work lately, okay.

I call these guys the Stacked Seven because all of them have massive badonkadonks and I'm in desperate need of a new hobby. I can't help the fact drawing tits is very fun and I am horrendously bisexual.

ANYWAY lil bit of preamble you can skip -- I based their stats and weapons on what they'd be as Companions or Origin runs, not what their actual in-game stats are. Romantic Partners / Besties / Weapons are who and what they'd probably default to if they were just in ya party. I also put them in their Companion fits, not their in-game fits. AIGHT LET'S KICK IT OFF, IN ORDER

Eckhart Markolac

The Infernal Twins

Ayyy it's my guy, you might've seen my guy before! We're starting off in familiar territory. Also he's the only twunk here. RIP.

Eckhart is one roguish half of the whole known as the infamous Markolac Twins. He and his sister Emerleigh have spent years of their lives dedicated to paying off a debt they owe to the Undercellar through smuggling, cons and other life-threatening crimes. Now that the Nautiloid has picked them up and dumped them a long ways away from the Gate, he's faced with the consequences of his actions and the kind of freedom he never expected to grasp in his lifetime.

Eckhart shares a companion quest with Emerleigh - get these tadpoles outta their skulls and get back to Baldur's Gate! But will he return to face his debtor, go on the run for the rest of his life, or forsake a future he doesn't think he's good enough for?

For those who haven't met my angst machine of a rogue, Eckhart is a sarcastic, witty and vaguely sleazy guy who's basically your classic rogue. He comes complete with a detached attitude, lower (but not too low) moral standards, and a heart of gold under layers and layers of self sabotage and emotional dysfunction. He's just bad at hiding it.

Eck and Em would be recruited at the exact same time, and their tadpoles would make it so they cannot live for very long without the other. How? Why? Because I don't wanna write a whole freaking branch where one of the twins dies and the other just has to deal with that. Game branch logic is HARD TO WRITE, DAMN YOU.

Emerleigh Markolac

The Infernal Twins

Heyyy girl, it's Em, it's my girl!

Emerleigh is one bardic half of the whole known as the infamous Markolac Twins. She and her brother Eckhart have spent years of their lives dedicated to paying off a debt they owe to the Undercellar through smuggling, cons and other life-threatening crimes. Now that the Nautiloid has picked them up and dumped them a long ways away from the Gate, she's more determined than ever to hold onto this newfound freedom... more terrified of returning than she ever thought she could be.

Emerleigh shares a companion quest with Eckhart - get these tadpoles outta their skulls and get back to Baldur's Gate! But will she return to face her debtor, go on the run for the rest of her life, or deny herself the future she so desperately wants for her and her brother?

If you haven't met Em, she's your classic dramatic bard who speaks in poetry, prose and academia! She's friendly, mischievous, and has so so so many things she hasn't given herself the space to contend with emotionally. She's a pretty lady used to having a perfect mask demanded of her, craving a chance to speak bluntly and openly instead of wrapping herself up in layers upon layers of what other people want from her.

I've already written plenty about Em and Eck. The twins' stories are very interconnected, with the quest playing out the same beats from the perspective of whichever twin the player is playing/romancing/keeping in their party.

Canary Highfall

Child of Light

My other major 2-Tav playthrough I have yet to mention, and the first modded class I've played!

Canary's life has been dedicated to the pursuit of truth -- consequences be damned. Reuniting with her possessive estranged father has caused a lot of roadblocks for her, but her divine heritage won't stop her from her latest fascination: Mind Flayers. Specifically, the strange tadpole specimen she intercepted in her father's study. Her pursuits, assisted by her bodyguard and trusted friend Leryk, have resulted in the two of them playing host to those very same tadpoles! The questions are piling up, with one weighing heaviest on her mind: why did her father of all people have this specimen to begin with? And what does that mean for her and Leryk?

Canary's quest is separate from Leryk, as the first part of her companion quest is finding him. If the player completes the grove or tries to move to the next region without him while keeping Canary in the party or at camp, he'll just show up at their camp. They're a package deal from Act 2 onwards, so the player can either dismiss them both or keep them both. She's not going anywhere without her closest friend!

Canary is a feverously academic person with a focus on abnormal biology. Her noble position and all the restrictions that come with it are a recent development in her life, and one she only engages with for the resources it affords her when possible. She's extremely distrustful of authority and how nobility has a chokehold on academia, so finding out her estranged father is a hyper-paranoid aasimar descended from Lathander himself doesn't exactly help her faith in higher powers -- be they the divine or the political. She's a bit of a smartass and gets wrapped up in what she's doing so completely that she often doesn't consider the consequences. Despite her outward confidence, it's very easy to get her to start rambling or turn her into an absolute mess. Though she hates when Leryk treats her like a princess, she trusts him with her life and would do just about anything for him.

With Canary, I liked the idea of a Companion with a specific interest in Mind Flayers and a personal stake in the conspiracy much like Wyll does. She wouldn't be able to tell the player anything Halsin can't already say in much more detail since she hasn't made a lot of headway in her tadpole-specific research, though.

Leryk Coppperlot

Knight of the Dawn

He's the only one of my active saves that has a skin tone other than "human". Good job, Keps.

Leryk's life hasn't been very long so far, but very little of it has been uneventful until recently. Saved from his life as a ruthless mercenary at the age of 19, he's devoted himself to the Son of Lathander. When his savior's recently-discovered estranged daughter was placed in his care, Leryk then devoted his life to her. Duty blossomed into friendship, but Leryk's blind faith in Canary's father persists despite what Canary has to say about it. Now that they've both been tadpoled and whisked far away from the safety of the Gate, Leryk is determined to get Canary home no matter the cost. But can he face the horrific truth Canary is on the cusp of uncovering...? And what about the truths she's been hiding from him?

Leryk has that frantic "rookie soldier" energy. He's extremely combat-experienced, but he's terrible at wrangling in Canary since he's very easy to sway through enthusiasm alone. He's blindly devoted to Canary and even moreso to her father, but otherwise can be quite shrewd and cautious of others. Misjudging one's character used to mean death for him, and he learned that when his old mentor tried to turn him in for a bounty on his head. Leryk, despite this, has learned a lot from the kindness afforded to him and does his best to repay it. "Caution, but not discourtesy" is his motto.

Leryk's quest is separate from Canary, as the first part of his companion quest is finding her. If the player completes the grove or tries to move to the next region without her, she'll just show up at their camp. Since they're a package deal Act 2 onwards, the player can either dismiss them both or keep them both. Canary's his best friend and he is literally her bodyguard, after all.

I love devoted bodyguards. I love him so much. I like the idea of some Companions knowing each other or having pre-existing relationships. You know he's having a panic attack and is going to find her just chilling in the Goblin Camp like it's no big deal.

Briar Lockren

The Weary Ranger

okay so Briar was actually a fan companion BEFORE she was a Tav. I recently restarted her run in a 2-Tav where the other Tav is actually Default Dark Urge because this girl's perception proficiency is worthless if she hasn't slept enough. And she never sleeps enough.

After three years of wandering the Sword Coast, Briar has settled in Cloak Wood in hopes of outrunning her terrible luck. Her past involvement with one of Cyric's cults has left her branded with supernatural-levels of misfortune and nightmares plaguing her every time she falls asleep. She's basically a walking-talking tempest. Having fallen in and out of the Feywild and caused towns to burn without her say, Briar thought being picked up by the Nautiloid was simply another instance of her shit luck. So imagine her surprise when she got the first nightmare-free rest in three years. Free from the eyes of the one who cursed her, Briar's luck has suddenly changed.

Briar is a somewhat ditsy individual prone to taking inopportune naps just about anywhere. Originally from Luskan, Briar's time wandering and falling into ridiculously terrible situations has made her a pretty difficult person to rattle. She's kind and gentle despite all she's suffered, but blames herself for wandering around the way she does and causing trouble (settling down with her luck is impossible). Her passivity is what led to her situation, however, as the one who cursed her was her childhood friend-turned cult leader-turned Chosen of Cyric-turned ex-boyfriend. It's messy. Briar's very used to messy life situations.

Briar's probably my most developed Tav in terms of a Companion story since she was originally written to be one. I also will acknowledge her being half-drow but not LOOKING half-drow is partly due to my own personal cowardice, but it's also the result of her complicated heritage. Lotta drow in Luskan. The fact she doesn't look like her full-drow father should tip you off as to why he might not have especially liked his child, therefore neglecting her and giving her very few chances to adopt the cult's teachings for herself. Kinda hard to teach a child to become a religious narcissist when you keep telling her she's just inherently inferior.

Scarlet

The Scarlet Scourge

My longest-lived Tav... heeeey girl, hiiii~ I'm probably gonna play her in a campaign one of these days. Siiigh.

The Scarlet Scourge strikes fear into the hearts of the greedy aristocrats that call Baldur's Gate home. A street urchin whose life was ruined time and time again by those who have far too much money, Scarlet's dedicated her life to taking from those who won't miss it and giving to those who need it. But Scarlet's been stopping the plans of the corrupt for a long time, and it all began with some dangerous blueprints. Blueprints she quite literally carries within her soul. Now that she's crashed far beyond the anonymity the Gates afford her, the one she stole the plans from has a chance to find her all over again.

Scarlet is a highly confident and highly competent master thief. She takes great pride in her ingenuity and artificing skill, and won't let you forget it. She's fiercely independent and keeps people at a distance, even hiding her real name from those she gets close to. However, like every Robin Hood figure, she revels in her legend and genuinely adores the people she does it for. Scarlet may act arrogant, but she has the skill to back up her confidence and risks her life for altruism. Get her in front of a gadget, however, and her brain goes a mile a minute. (She's going to be fucking pissed when she sees how cool the Steel Defenders are and the awful ways they're being utilized)

Who doesn't love a Phantom Thief? I think she and Wyll would absolutely be besties if they didn't already know each other before the events of the game - they both love the people of Baldur's Gate, have super hero names, and are archetypes of a class they don't belong to (Wyll is a Paladin in a Warlock's body while Scarlet is a Rogue in an Artificer's body).

Rohku Eddervyn

The Oathbroken

My OTHER longest-lived Tav, and the oldest character of my active Tavs. He's the oldest of them as well in terms of character age.

Rohku has been given many titles over the years, but none of which he's found suit him. After awakening to his Oath in the wake of a Sharran attack during his time as an Acolyte, Rohku was once known as The Sun of the Seventh Dawn for reasons he'll spare you for now. But years of tracking down and slaughtering Dark Justiciars began to take their toll. When grief and rage gave way to emptiness, he understood the pull of Shar. Unable to hunt down those he now saw as victims, his Oath shattered. But his devotion remains. Now, as he searches for new meaning under the Moonmaiden's gaze, he tracks down an artifact said to have fallen into Sharran hands...

Rohku is a mature and quiet man, jaded by the world around him. He's tired of battles between good and evil, and now lives for what is kind -- in any form that takes. He's patient with people and thinks very little of what others think of him. His wisdom and experiences make him an excellent leader, and an even better listener. He often chooses to resolve conflict through his words rather than his blade, but his deadpan demeanor makes that difficult. But he can handle that when it's his own ass on the line. But Zweihanders aren't shields.

Rohku was the first masculine character I played in BG3 and I fell in love. He's so tired and sweet. He's kind of Halsin-esque in that he was thrust into leadership without his say and acts as a calming presence for those he makes camp with. And big. He's a big boy.

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Hee hee hee self call-out time! Yes I have noticed 3 of them have black hair, 3 of them are tieflings, 5 have a different hair color streaked in there (with 2 of them specifically graying at a young age), and only 1 of them is above the age of 30. Because I Am A Coward. Pobody's Nerfect.

Hope you kinda enjoyed my little Tav sound-off! If you have questions about them or wanna see more of them or, heck, even draw or write about them yourself, go craaaazy! I don't know how much of these ideas are, like, solidified. IDK I'm still playing around with them.

God I put too much work into these. I can't believe I do fan fiction now. Wild.

[good-beanswrites]

WAH HEY BEANS!! okay so i was looking at the plushies and merch again and i suddenly had a thought in LCSyS, what are their thoughts on like merch?? i have no idea if you've mentioned this before and if so i am silly. i can totally see fuuta go OH NO IVE BEEN TURNED A MARKETABLE PLUSHIE

YES AHAHAHA I love that!! This is for the gone-public variation of the au

This made me realize the wide range of official merch, plus I think a lot of them would love supporting artists once they're out and have access to the internet again lol. Overall I think the plushies would cause the biggest stir around the facility 😂 I mention bootleg merch, like when you have random companies making weird/ugly knockoffs -- I don't think real Milgram has that but it was a fun idea for the story lmao

Haruka isn’t used to having his own image on so many things. The others are really sweet about taking care of his plushie and doing kind things for it to boost his own confidence (although there was One Singular Moment of jealousy where his tiny counterpart was getting more attention than himself and needed to be talked down lol) He and Muu have plushies of each other that they’ll plan cute matching outfits/accessories with.

Yuno loves her own plushie, and is excited to share it with Yura. She takes really good care of all the plushies she has, and they genuinely bring her warmth, especially post-milgram when they all separate <3 She (or maybe Mikoto, I haven’t decided) gets only the weirdest/most concerning buttons on her personal bag. She loves her Borderline Suicidal Fuuta, Crazed Bug Muu, Grieving In A Hospital Shidou, Rats Mahiru, and so on. She asks Amane for permission to add Waterboarding Button to her collection. For her more public displays, she likes the aesthetic things from the anniversaries and birthday art. She loved those days of dressing up for the photoshoots, so they carry nice memories as well as being super cute. 

(I tagged you in the art I thought of, but yeah,) Fuuta puts up a big act about how weird and capitalistic it is to have merch of oneself, how plushies are “for kids,” and also how ugly/skrunkly his t2 one looks... His refusal to interact with it only makes the others interact with his more. I can see some of the prisoners (*cough* yuno *cough*) carrying around their Little Fuuta and sharing full conversations and activities while he looks on in horror. In the end, he caves in order to set a good example for Amane, and keeps a few in his room. He never admits that he also gets really attached >:3 Another secret -- he likes using the special bluetooth headphones. He thinks they look cool and the voices are a fun touch, but he’d never dare tell the others. 

Muu has one of those really aesthetic merch bags where she keeps buttons, plushies, stickers, keychains etc. She has a little something for every prisoner, but there are definitely a few who have some shameless favoritism… Once out of Milgram, she makes a lot of social media posts focused just on the plushies in different locations and outfits. She keeps them in pristine condition, caring a lot for them.

Shidou gives the plushies to his kids, and the prisoners laugh/brag about which one each child chose as their favorite. (I also like to imagine the conversations Shidou must have with strangers: “aww your daughter is so sweet! Who do you got there, honey? Aw, you’re squeezing ‘em real tight! Is that your favorite disney princess or something?” “Ah, that’s a little doll version of the divorced cop who lives a few streets over. In a prison uniform.” “O.oh…?”) He likes adding stickers to his tech, using some of the cases, and thinks the album covers look nice to display.

Mahiru goes crazy over the plushies. She sews little mv outfits for all of them, alternate outfits, and other accessories to hand out. She starts planning on making custom plushies for other people – her bf, Hinako, Shidou’s family, Lucky, etc. She was genuinely upset by how sad her T2 plush looks, thinking no one will love it – Jackalope breaks his experiment-long internet ban only once to sit with her and scroll through pictures that people had posted of them treating the plush kindly because of her looks. Also, even though they broke up, she excitedly shows her bf the buttons that feature the two of them 😅

Kazui already has a lot of records/CDs collected, and he makes a really nice display of all the albums for his wall. The other prisoners love gifting him bootleg merch of his own videos – tshirts and things from random companies that are juuust off somehow. (I have no clue about her sense of humor, but maybe one day Hinako wears one of the Cat marriage buttons like “I got married and traumatically divorced and all I got was this this stupid button)

Amane would have tried to match Fuuta acting too cool for the plushies… if it weren’t for every single other person absolutely fawning over them. She can admit to loving them and carries a different one to set with her each day, treating them kindly and dressing them up with Mahiru. She also enjoys adding stickers to her notebooks and things, they end up completely covered by the time the later mvs come out. At the very end of the experiment, she ends up using merch to cover up the old cult stickers on her backpack.

Mikoto owns the most of his own merch, claiming “it’s John :)” (and then John points to the same things claiming “it’s Mikoto :)”). They each have a T1/T2 plushie to carry around, though they end up like that Garfield "to be loved is to be changed" plush -- they really go everywhere. Mikoto gets those anniversary art shirts with the prisoner’s face taking up the whole center, and wears it to each of their mv shooting sessions, much to their embarrassment. He owns a lot of the stands to keep on his desk while he works, using them for rubber-ducking when needed. He posts I feed him rocks.

Kotoko prefers the more general things when she goes out, feeling like it’s odd to show off the other’s faces out in public. (They claim they’re famous anyway, but she insists you can never be too careful.) So she wears a lot with the main milgram logo/inno and guilty symbol/Jackalope/etc. In her personal space, though, she has a ton of the others’ things, and tries to play down how much she really likes the plushies :3 When Mahiru’s finished with it, she’s excited to show Lucky both of theirs.

Everyone owns a lot of Es merch. They try to be subtle about it post-reveal and not overwhelm their poor guard, but it comes out eventually and does scare them just a bit. 😅 Later, Es really enjoys having something of each of the prisoners close even when everyone goes back to their lives.

[dallina17]

okay but first time Em took Vel on a flying date, Vel was probably terrified yes, but just imagine her after they finally land on some high tower and Velvette's hair are so messy it's crazy, and she's like "fuckin hell" but as she looks at Em she calms down because yes, it was fun thing to do, so she doesnt mind.. that much (and as long as nobody would see her)

(also, Em would probably just later take care of Vel's hair <3)

Flying together (Emilette/Angelic Vogue)

“I am not fucking sure about this, Em.”

“Common Vris! It will be so much fun!”

Velvette looked at the sky. How would be flying up there? Seeing hell from so above? The idea kind of made her sick, not having control of what would happen up there, her feet not touching the ground. What if she fell? What if, once up there, she got dizzy and threw up? But it would be a lie if she said that, part of her, didn’t think that the idea was exciting. Be above everything else, would she feel the freedom that flying demons said they felt when flying? Experiencing that was intriguing, but still…

“Let's make a deal!” Emily clasped her hands, giving excited jumps “Give it a try. Just once. Let me try to convince you that flying is one of the best things both in Heaven and Hell!”

Since Emily got her wings back a week ago, she had been so happy. But that meant she wanted to share that happiness with Velvette by showing her how awesome was to fly. And it seemed like this day Emily had made her goal to finally convince her.

“What if you can’t carry me?”

“Nah, I have carried babies heavier than you” Emily chuckled “And, if you don’t like it, you will get to choose our activities for the next month. But! If you like it, you must fly with me at least one day per week for the next… two months!” she outstretched her hand “Do we have a deal?”

Velvette laughed.

“Look at you. Making deals like a professional”

“I have had the best teacher” Emily winked at her with a smile “And the prettiest, too.”

Shit- having her wings back had given the ex-seraphim an extra boost of confidence. And sometimes she said compliments like that suddenly. She should have gotten used to it by now, but it still took her off guard and made her blush like a fucking teenager. And this time wasn’t the exception.

She looked at Emily’s hand, with their deal. She still wasn’t sure about this, but she hadn’t seen her that happy in a long time. When Emily was happy, even hell looked like a beautiful place. Her smile made everything brighter, lovely even. And clearly what would make her happier right now was to fly with her. How could she say no when the fallen angel smiled at her like that?

Plus! She was no pussy! She wouldn’t back off just because flying looked scary! Who knew, maybe it was funnier than it looked like.

“Fine” she took Emily’s hand “We have a deal.”

Emily squeaked and hugged her. Velvette wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close to and sighed. One of these days, Emily was going to be her fucking doom. But she was smiling more, and that was all that mattered.

“So… how do we do it?”

“Well, I think it will be safer for you if I carry you on my back this time”

“Are you sure?”

“Trust me! It will be amazing!”

For her, maybe. Velvette still had doubts, but she had made a deal and wasn’t going to break it now. Emily turned around, so the Overlord hugged Emily's back, wrapping her arms around her neck, and holding on tightly. The ex-seraphim held Velvette’s ankles carefully and slowly spread her wings. Velvette was careful not to touch them or hurt her.

“Are you ready?” she said looking at the sky

“Yes,” she hugged Emily a little more. She was warm, as always “Only if you are.”

Velvette was not, in fact, ready.

Emily was careful not to take off too quickly, but Velvette felt her stomach sink anyway and hugged Emily tighter, closing her eyes as she felt the wind hit her face. Soon, she felt Emily's hands gently on hers, followed by her voice.

"Open your eyes.”

Slowly, Velvette opened her eyes. At first, everything was spinning, but then...

The view from so high up was wonderful. She could see the divisions of the pentagram, and visualize her district, and Carmilla's, and Charlie's hotel. The lights were bright, but the red color of the sky gave it a unique touch that couldn't be seen from the ground. Emily smiled at her and left a soft caress on the back of her hand.

“Where do you want to go?”

Without being able to say a word, Velvette pointed to the sector where one of the rivers that crossed the pentagram should be. Emily nodded and held her again.

"There we go"

The descent was worse. Velvette forced herself to bite her lip hard as she felt how the air was trapped in her chest and how the wind whipped hard against her skin. She was sure Emily was going as slow as she could, but she had to maintain some speed if she wanted to carry them both.

Suddenly, she felt how the speed decreased so she dared to open one eye. They were flying above the river, and she could see the reflection of the two of them there.

She could not help but smile. Velvette looked terrified as she hugged Emily, but she the fallen angel had a big smile on her lips. She liked the image that the water showed her. Simply the two together in the middle of a flying session.

Then, Emily ascended again. This time Velvette just held on tight, but she tried to keep her eyes open and watch as Pentagram City grew smaller and smaller. The air tickled her skin, but the sensation of it was beginning to become refreshing. Smaller and smaller, it was fun to get to the top, and how everything you knew became just a point.

They passed through the entire of Pentagram City. Going up and down, Rosie's district was organizing a party, they admired the territory fights from above, they flew over the Hazbin Hotel and of course, when passing through Carmilla's district and seeing the damn old woman, she asked Emily to go there. So Emily went down at full speed, they passed by her (a moment that Velvette took advantage of to give her the middle finger) and then they went back up. Emily scolded her, but ha! It had been worth it. She had no idea if Carmilla had managed to see her, but it didn't matter.

When they finished the tour, Emily went up again, only this time higher, straight into the clouds, so the city disappeared. Velvette closed her eyes, expecting the hell clouds to cause her some kind of pain but... no, they simply passed through them, and collided with her skin. They were fuzzy.

She couldn't help it, she let out a laugh. Emily laughed too, and the two of them went through different clouds, making holes in the middle. Finally, they stopped, and the fallen angel began to descend directly towards the Vees district, landing directly on the balcony in Velvette's room.

She climbed off Emily's back and clung to the railing, trying to catch her breath. That had been... terrifying, she felt like at any moment she was going to fly away or that her stomach was going to come out. They hadn't done as many pirouettes or somersaults, but she still felt her heart pounding against her chest and slowly... whatever was inside her... returning to her body. That had been crazy, she could have…

Emily giggled, to which Velvette returned to look at her.

"What?"

"Your hair"

That set off all the alarms within the young Overlord.

“What's wrong with my hair?”

And without waiting another second, she opened her cell phone in selfie mode and saw herself. She froze. What the fuck?

This was a disaster. A real disaster. Because of all the wind, her hair was disheveled in all directions. There were strands all over her face, and her hairstyle had become undone. Fucking shit. If she had known this, she would have put on gel or a protective cap or some shit like that. It was horrible. A disaster. If someone saw her like that...

“You look adorable,” Emily whispered, placing a hand on her cheek, making Velvette look at her “I love all the hairstyles you have, but there's something I love about your hair after flying.”

Velvette looked at the ex-seraphim. Her hair had also become disheveled, but it looked beautiful on her. Wild. Free. Her eyes seemed to shine with intensity, the kind that warms your heart. And then she started laughing as she placed her hand on top of Emily's. Fuck her hair, anyway, they were alone in the tower.

“That was terrible.”

Emily gave her one of her smiles.

“Would you do it again?”

She thought of the wind. And how light she felt. It was as if she left everything behind in the pentagram, and that, as long as she was in the air, there was only her. And Emily. Just the two of them existing without anything to bind them. It had been fun even, the way they spun, the feeling in her body once she'd gotten used to it.

“Maybe” Velvette gave her a small touch on her forehead and pushed her back. “We'll see.”

Emily jumped excitedly.

"Brilliant! Because I can't wait to teach you back landings, and circle spins, and V pirouettes! They are soooo cool!”

“The what?”

"This is gonna be great!"

Velvette simply looked at her, still smiling. If she said it would be great, it certainly would be.

[nighterwriter]

Trick-or-Treat

Jason Todd x fem!reader

Word Count: 577

A/N: Happy Halloween! I put fem!reader, but honestly, anyone can dress up as the bride of Frankenstein.

Also, thank you to @snips-501 for the idea!

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"You owe me big time, Todd."

"Shut up and smile."

Damian pouted as Jason's eyes searched for you in the throng of excited children being held back by their parents. Last week at the manor, you'd casually revealed that you had never gone trick-or-treating as a kid and then made the mistake of placating the group of vigilantes by saying that you had never celebrated Halloween at all. It wasn't a big deal - that's what you would tell yourself to cope - and now, you were too old for trick or treating.

The group didn't accept your mediocre excuses and planned activity after activity on the week of Halloween. Pumpkin carving, scary movies, holiday-themed treats, everything and anything that was associated with the spooky day, you had done. Except for the one you had wanted to do the most, the one that made you jealous of the other kids that came to school with their earnings: trick-or-treating.

You'd waved off everyone's potential solutions to the missed opportunity, citing the social age limit as the reason for your dismissal, but your boyfriend was one stubborn bastard. The week before Halloween, he all but held a gun to Damian's head and forced him to call and ask if you'd like to 'supervise' his trick-or-treating rounds in the neighborhood - the one where fun-size candies were non-existent and frowned upon. You had agreed with restrained excitement with the idea that you'd been helping Damian and being able to see what you missed out on, which is what Jason had planned.

He raised his hand and smiled when he saw you weaving through the crowd, kissing you when you finally managed to squeeze through a large party.

"Child, Todd, I am a child, I shouldn't be subjected to these horrors."

"Sorry, Dr. Dolittle." You teased, fixing Damian's crooked tie and stethoscope.

"You didn't dress up." Jason frowned, motioning to the green face paint and fake stitching and bolts he had attached to himself.

"Yeah I thought about it, but all the stores were out of good costumes and it was too late to make anything. I shouldn't even dress up, I'm a chaperone-"

"Hey," Jason grabbed your chin softly to cut your sheepish rambling off, "I've got a costume in the car, let's go get you changed. Just 'cause you're an adult, it doesn't mean you can't do fun things. And I'll be damned if I let you miss out on your first trick-or-treat. Okay?"

"Okay." You murmured, kissing his hand as he pulled it away.

"You would've had the option of being one of my patients, but Todd insisted on you becoming the Bride of Frankenstein."

"Really?" Your boyfriend's cheeks darkened as you slid an arm around his waist and put it in his jacket pocket.

"So much so that he had the costume ordered last month-"

"Shut it twerp, or I'm eating all your Skittles."

"I thought you preferred chocolate."

"Yeah, but I know you like 'em."

"I see you're not weary of committing child abuse."

As the boys continued to bicker in the midst of trying to plan the route of the night, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. How you got lucky with a boyfriend like Jason and a family like the batfamily, you didn't know. All you knew was that if the neighbors were kind enough to give you some candy as well, you'd give Damian as many as Jason ate. It was truly a happy Halloween.

[frostandflamesfanfic]

Letters to Santa - (Dad!Steve Harrington x Reader)

Letters to Santa (Rated G)

Pairing: Dad!Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: None; Just fluffy Christmas fun with the kiddos again!

Summary: For Stevemas; It’s Christmastime again and the girls are around five years old now. When you and Steve try to start writing letters to Santa, little Amy refuses. What’s threatening your family’s Christmas cheer and is there anything you can do to save the holiday?

“Alright, squirts,” Steve said as leaned down to be eye-level with the twins. “It’s time!” He braced his palms against the rough fabric of his Levi’s and stared into the bright eyes before him. Even though they were about five years old by now, the idea of how tiny they once were still blew his mind. 

Little Emery was his spitting image as she clasped her hands together. Her light brown copper curls bounced in excitement as she tilted her head side to side. Her lighter-haired sister, Amelia, was more subdued with her questioning look. She had gotten most of her mannerisms from you, Steve swore. Unlike her twin, Amy left her hands in her lap and merely peeked up at her father’s brown eyes. 

His beautiful little girls, who were growing up way too fast. They had just started preschool this September, which, while it allowed both you and Steve to return back to work, it broke his heart to have to drop them off at the classroom every morning.

“Whatsit time for, daddy?” Em asked, question mixed with giggles which stemmed from Steve’s exaggerated look of surprise. 

“Well, Emmy,” he replied with an air of mischief to his tone, “I’m so glad you asked. It’s time to write our letters to Santa!!” 

The loud gasp that filled the room soon after was music to Steve’s ears. Em began bouncing excitedly against the old sofa cushion. She all but threw herself at her father, which caused Steve to quickly wrap his arms protectively around her small form. Ever since the two of you began the tradition with your daughters, Em couldn’t wait for it. When you would sit with the girls on your nights off of work, she would crowd around the toys section of the paper and ask you to cut things out here and there. Steve was pretty sure that Santa was really going to have his work cut out for him this year. 

Thank the North Pole for his little helpers. 

Amy had shared her twin’s excitement the last two years. When she broached with the activity now, her eyes dulled and went back to watching It’s A Wonderful Life on the television set. It was almost as if she wasn’t interested…but that’s not possible, is it?

“C’mon Amy,” Steve tried to coax his girl into his only other free arm. “Don’t ya wanna write a letter to Santa? Tell him what you want this year?”

To his surprise, Amy only shook her head. “No thank you,” she mumbled, eyes still transfixed on the television. What kid didn’t want to write a letter to Santa asking for new toys? 

“Are you sure?” he tried again, adjusting Em to rest against his hip. The darker-haired twin was still bouncing with excitement, chubby hands grabbing at his shirt. “How else is he gunna know what toys to bring ya?”

“I don’t want anything.”

Now this was concerning. It was one thing to not want to write a letter, but not wanting anything for Christmas? That’s when Steve started to panic. Was it something the two of you had done? Did he say something to upset her about Christmas? Sure, you had been heatedly discussing the financials for the rest of the year, but you had made a promise to always set aside some money to give the girls a good Christmas. He had thought the girls were sleeping at the time. Was it possible Amy had overheard? 

Desperate for a second opinion, Steve tried a different approach. “Alright,” he relented. “But how about you come to the kitchen with us anyway? Maybe we can have some of Auntie Robin’s christmas cookies before dinner. It’ll be our little secret, but you’ll have to eat it in the kitchen, okay?”

After promising to not tell you about the great cookie heist plan, Amy reluctantly agreed to trail behind him into the kitchen to where you were waiting. You looked up from your spot at the kitchen table and nearly melted at the sight. Steve was obviously vying for the Father of the Year title with one child on his hip, the other delicately holding his hand while walking beside him. 

“Who’s ready to write to…Santa?” you asked excitedly, trailing off a bit when you noticed your husband’s subtle shake of the head and glance at Amy. 

“ME!” Em squirmed to be let out of Steve’s grip. He obliged rather quickly, depositing her in the seat across from you. Your dark-haired daughter’s legs kicked happily against the wooden legs as she reached for a pen. 

“Hold on a second, Emmy bear,” Steve cautioned, being careful to push the pens just out of reach. As she pouted, your husband glanced over at you with a worrisome look. The silent question reverberated off his face: can we talk?

As you made your way into the hallway, Steve made quick work of swiping two cookies for your girls before following you out of the room. As he stood before you, you knit your brow together. “What’s going on?” you asked. 

“Amy doesn’t want to write a letter to Santa,”  your husband blurted out. 

You felt your eyes widen in shock. “What?!”

“I don’t know why! And when I asked her how he was gunna know what she wants, she said she didn’t want anything!” The sheer panic was evident in Steve’s voice. Almost instantly you understood what was going on in his mind. It may have taken you a few years to understand his quirks, but now that you knew them, it was like reading a far-more-intricate picture book. The last thing he wanted was for his kids to resent Christmas as much as he did as a kid without a real family. 

You placed your palms against his sweater sleeves and rubbed soothing circles into the soft fabric. “Baby,” you said, “it’s going to be okay. One letter does not mean she hates Christmas! She was excited about it the other day.” 

“What happened then?” Steve fretted. “It took us so long to convince her the tradition was real. What did we do-”

“We didn’t do anything!” you tried to snap him out of it. “At least, I don’t think so. Why don’t we just, I don’t know, ask her what’s going on instead of trying to understand a four-year-old on our own?”

“Right…right. That…would probably make more sense.” Steve poked his head into the kitchen. “Hey Amy, honey, could you come out here for a minute?”

The house was silent for a moment before you heard the small pitter-patter of tiny feet crossing through the kitchen. A minute later, Amy stood before you, cookie crumbs still apparent on her face. You had to fight the urge to smile at her sad pout. “Yesh, daddy?” she asked Steve.  

Without another word, you scooped up your precious growing girl into your arms and sat down cross-legged on the floor. “Daddy was just telling me you don’t want to write to Santa this year,” you explained. “Do you not know what you want to say to him? Because we can always wait a few days, bean.”

Amy shook her head. “S’okay,” she said. 

You frowned at Steve over her head. This did seem weird. Not even three days ago, you had overheard her talking to Em about their letters to Santa. You were pretty sure she was going to ask for a new doll…or a puppy. Only one of which would even be able to happen, thanks to your and Steve’s hectic work schedules. This new attitude toward the task was the ultimate switch. “Did something happen?” you didn’t want to press her, but her outlook was concerning. 

There was a long moment of silence as your daughter squirmed uncomfortably in your lap. She appeared to be contemplating something, which was impressive for a four-year-old. “Tyler said Santa’s for babies,” she spoke quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “And that he’s not real.”

Steve met your gaze for a moment over your daughter’s light-haired head. This was what was bothering her? “Why’s it Tyler says Santa isn’t real, bean?” he asked softly. 

“‘Cause he hasn’t seen ‘im.”

 “Well, just because you haven’t seen something,” you chimed in, voice gentle as a summer breeze, “doesn’t mean it’s not real.” 

Your husband nodded in agreement. “Yeah, just because you haven’t seen Uncle Dustin in a little while doesn’t make him less real, does it?” 

You felt your body relax at the mention of your little brother. Dustin was Amy’s own personal hero, who had recently abandoned her by choosing to study in New York at Columbia. To say you were proud of him would be an understatement. Ever since he was a kid, he had big plans of making an even bigger discovery. This was his dream and you couldn’t be any happier for him. Needless to say, though, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t frustrated about the cost of your phone bill because of his long conversations with his niece…and your husband. 

Amy considered her father’s response. “No…” she relented quietly. 

“Well now, see?” You encouraged, lifting her a bit to be standing in your lap. “Tyler just doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“I guess so,” the lisp in your daughter’s voice melted your heart. 

“How about…” Steve said as he reached over to steal her from you. “We write Santa the nicest and most specialist card he’s ever gotten. Who knows? Maybe he’ll write back!”

Amy’s eyes widened. “Really?!” she asked. 

Your husband nodded, determination glittering in his honey-brown eyes. “Mhm,” he said with a hum. “Then you can show it to Tyler when you go back to school, yeah? Wouldn’t that be something?!”

You have never seen your quiet daughter’s head bob up and down that fast. “Yeah!!” As soon as Steve set her down, Amy made a beeline for the kitchen table, already babbling to Em about her new master plan. 

“I knew it was a bad idea to send her to preschool,” Steve muttered to you while you both attempted to stand up again. Turns out getting older and having children made even the simplest of tasks more difficult. “Gets exposed to a punk like Tyler and-”

“Steve,” you interrupted him. “It’s one kid. We can’t hide them from the world forever.”

“I know, I know. I just- maybe until they’re old enough to go into kindergarten? I could switch my shifts around with Keith, be here more during the day-”

“HURRY UP, DADDY!” You nearly laughed at the impatience in Amy’s tone. Once she made her mind up on something, there was no stopping her. “WE GOTTA WRITETA SANTA!”

You stood on your tiptoes and placed a kiss against Steve’s cheek. “It’s going to be fine,” you promised. “We just have to let them grow up a little while still keeping the magic alive. I’ll take care of the girls. You go set up the special Santa mailbox outside.” Before you took another step, you appeared to reconsider. “Actually, on second thought, I’ll do that so you don’t break a finger again.”

“It was one time!!” Steve defended with an unwilling smile. As he turned to go back toward the kitchen, he caught you making a face in the corner of his eye. He shook his head in amusement before he stepped into the next room. He knew the rest of the evening would be exhausting, trying to stop the girls from fighting over which pen they could use, making sure no papers were ripped…but he wouldn’t change anything about it. 

His girls deserved the world, especially on Christmas. He just needed to get a little more creative on how to bring the Christmas spirit into their lives…

…lucky for him– and Amy– he had just the right idea.

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Author’s Note: We’re back everyone! So sorry for the delay in posting Stevemas fics. Yesterday was particularly crazy for me and I learned that Tumblr was munching on posts. Hopefully it doesn’t happen with this fic. Amy and Em can’t wait to see you all again soon!

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