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[oshaskell]

i hope buck almost dies again this season im fr i need it more then i need water and air

literally anon it's like this:

[birlwrites]

one of the things that i've accomplished due to the low barrier to entry in writing fanfiction is writing novel-length stories as a matter of course. like, i used to think of writing a book as this massive, monumental task - and in some ways, it is! but in other ways, it's still just a story. and it feels much more approachable to me now that i've done it multiple times, posting chapter by chapter because that's something you can do really easily with fanfiction. i didn't go into it believing i could do it - i found out that i could by just giving it a try and seeing what resulted.

there's also a certain wild creativity you can find on ao3, the result of people just doing whatever they feel like doing - sometimes it results in incoherence, sometimes in incomprehensibility, sometimes it falls flat, but there's so much variety in storytelling forms, if you look for it. people will deep-dive into anything. 'marketability' is laughably far from being a concern. what is a story, anyway? people will strip the idea down to its bare bones and rebuild it in infinite ways if they have the space. that space doesn't exist in barnes & noble.

i'm a firm believer that you should read the types of stories you want to write, and that you should also read broadly, because that's how you avoid getting stuck recycling the same handful of ideas over and over. i think the same thing applies to writing. write what you want to write - but also, experiment. try other things, even if they seem silly or impractical or irrelevant, even if you don't think they will work. even if you don't think you can make them work.

if you don't feel like you have creative freedom, then you'll fall back on the tried-and-true. you'll recycle. it won't feel like your voice, because it's been filtered through layers upon layers of 'acceptable' and 'marketable' and 'reasonable' and 'broadly appealing.' the only way to understand your own creative limits is by testing them, constantly. you can't truly believe that you can write whatever you want until you prove it to yourself.

and even if your voice turns out to be acceptable and marketable and reasonable and broadly appealing after all - if you try all sorts of things and find out that's where your creativity flows best - you still know it's yours. you still know you're writing the truest possible expression of your own creative abilities. you owe it to yourself to find out what it feels like to write unfettered.

write something weird.

[bookwyrminspiration]

Checked and the person who made the callout post made their first tumblr post a week ago, so they're definitely new to the fandom

This is not to say new and younger fans aren't welcome or only cause problems or anything, but that was expected; they tend to, from what I've seen, react strongly and bring up similar things each time

I certainly did the same when I first joined. I was learning, and if any of you find that one specific bad take I had several years ago and see how poorly I articulated myself, argued, and reacted to being wrong..... I'm changed I swear I'm better now i swear

Very strong sense of justice, which is great!

[antstackinc]

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[death-rebirth-senshi]

Anyway people are now saying that the story isn't meant to be a trolley problem but exists to make fun of "we have utopia but there is a child that suffers forever" type scenarios and that "walking away" from omelas is meant to mean rejecting this hypothetical. Huge if true. I guess typing that out it doesn't seem as weird.

I've never read Omelas so seeing discourse over what it's about is funny. Perhaps. Perhaps not.

[zedleaked]

[[Geez Louise!]] WHAT YEAR IS IT? AM I BACK IN THE [21st]??? I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THESE LONG NOSED FREAKS AGAIN SINCE I FOUND OUT THEY HAD NEW THINGS TO SAY LET'S TAKE A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE AND TALK ABOUT SPAM AND HIS COWORKERS!

NEW CHAPTER 4 ADDISON INTERACTIONS:

LET'S START WITH THE [NEO] [NEW]: IN CHAPTER 4 THE ADDISONS GET NEW DIALOGUE! EACH TIME YOU REENTER THEIR AREA, THE ADDISONS AT THEIR BOOTH CHANGE! HERE'S A COLLECTION OF THOSE INTERACTIONS.

STARTING WITH: PINK AND ORANGE... WHO COULD THAT PINK FELLA BE POSSIBLY REFERRING TO...

NEXT UP: ORANGE AND YELLOW! I THINK YOU MIGHT WANT TO RECONSIDER THAT ONE, YELLOW. + MISTAKE ME IF I'M WRONG BUT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME WE'VE SEEN YELLOW ADDISON'S FRONT SPRITE IN GAME! YOU COULD ONLY FIND THEIR BACK SPRITE BACK IN THE TRASHZONE [WHICH WE WILL TALK ABOUT LATER]

NOW: YELLOW AND BLUE! FUNNY THAT YELLOW IS THE ONE TALKING ABOUT TEA BECAUSE PINK IS THE TEA VENDOR... ALSO BLUE'S DIALOGUE OK MAN.

BLUE AND PINK: THIS ONE IS PROBABLY MY FAVOURITE #HUGYOURSELF IF YOU COULDN'T TELL BY MY SCRIBBLES, THERE ARE A FEW SUBTLE REFERENCES TO SPAMTON/HIS DIALOGUE WHEN YOU SPEAK WITH THE ADDISONS BUT WHATEVER COULD THIS MEAN?! ARE MY KIDS SAFE?! HOW ABOUT WE DIAL IT BACK A LITTLE...

SPAMTON AND HIS "FRIENDS":

THE YEAR IS [2021] DELTARUNE CHAPTER 2 JUST CAME OUT, HOW TIME FLIES!!! [[Oh god, it's so far back]]. YOU MEET THIS ODD SPAMTON GUY, AND HE'S SHAPING UP TO BE QUITE THE CHARACTER! YOU ASK HIM ABOUT HIS HISTORY, HIS FRIENDS BUT...

THIS IS ALL HE HAS TO SAY. HE DOESN'T NEED THEM.

ASKING THE ADDISONS ABOUT SPAMTON:

CLEARLY, THE PAST IS FAR, FAR BEHIND HIM. BUT YOU CAN'T HELP BUT BE NOSY [HAHA]. THESE ADDISON FELLAS AROUND TOWN SEEM TO RESEMBLE THE GUY QUITE A BIT, WHY DON'T WE ASK THEM INSTEAD?

...STILL, VAGUE RADIO SILENCE. FOR WHATEVER REASON THEY DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT HIM.

THEY MUST'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER, RIGHT? THERE'S NO WAY THEY DON'T. HECK, HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN THIS MANNEQUIN THEY LUG AROUND EVERYWHERE THAT BEARS AN UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE TO SPAMTON? NOT ONLY THAT IT LOOKS MORE AND MORE LIKE HIM THE MORE TIME PASSES DO THEY MISS HIM?

SPAMTON HIMSELF ALSO SEEMS TO REACT TO THE MANNEQUIN, IF YOU TRY TO GO THROUGH WITH HIS DEAL AND HAVE IT ON YOU, HE DOES NOTABLY LESS DAMAGE TO YOU... DOES HE RECOGNISE IT?

NOT ONLY THAT, YOU CAN ATTEMPT TO PUT SPAMTON HIMSELF INSIDE IT, HOWEVER, HE DOESN'T LET IT HAPPEN.

SPAMTON NEO:

SO, WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU PUSH EVERYONE TO THEIR LIMITS? COMPLETELY [FREEZE] EVERYONE WITH YOUR DISPLAY? WELL, WHEN SPAMTON ACHIEVES HIS [NEO] FORM HE SAYS THIS: JUST THE IDEA OF CALLING FOR HELP, CALLING OUT FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT CARE FOR YOU, IT MAKES HIM SICK.

HE TALKS ABOUT MUTTERING YOUR LOST FRIENDS NAMES AT THE BOTTOM OF A DUMPSTER, VERY OBVIOUS PROJECTION... AND IT MATCHES UP WITH WHAT HE SAYS IN HIS INTRODUCTION TOO... HIS FRIENDS ABANDONING HIM [FOR THE SLIME] HIS SALES GOING DOWN THE [DRAIN] LIVING IN A GODDAMN GARBAGE CAN.

TRASHZONE EPILOGUE:

...BUT... WHAT IF YOU WANTED... MORE?

HEAD OVER TO YOUR LOCAL [TRASH HEAP] AND FIND...

THE ADDISONS, WILLING TO SHARE ALL THAT THEY KNOW.

SPAMTON WAS AN ADDISON LIKE THEM BACK IN THE DAY, JUST UNFORTUNATE. THERE SEEMS TO BE A LITTLE SYMPATHY THERE, AT LEAST ON YELLOW'S PART.

THEY GATHER HERE AFTER YOUR FIGHT WITH SPAMTON NEO, BY THE WAY. THERE SEEM TO BE NO OTHER TRIGGERS FOR THIS INTERACTION OTHER THAN FIGHTING HIM. HOW DID THEY KNOW? DID YOUR CURIOUS QUERIES ABOUT THEIR OLD CO-WORKER LEAD THEM TO THE GARBAGE TO... REMINISCE?

A BLUE ADDISON REVEALS THAT SPAMTON AND THE REST OF THE ADDISONS WOULD MEET UP AT THE CYBER GRILL [I WISH THIS WAS A PLACE YOU COULD VISIT IN GAME],, SPAMTON WOULD FANTASIZE ABOUT MAKING IT BIG ONE DAY,, THIS SUGGESTS THEY WERE ALL CLOSE AT ONE POINT, HANGING OUT, HAVING FUN...

THE ORANGE ADDISON TALKS ABOUT HOW SPAMTON CONTACTED A CERTAIN SOMEONE. THIS PERSON MUST'VE BEEN GIVING HIM PLENTY OF ADVICE BECAUSE SPAMTON WOULDN'T GET OFF THE PHONE. THIS ALSO SHOWS HOW EVEN THE ADDISONS THEMSELVES SUSPECT THAT THIS PHONE CALL MAY HAVE BEEN SUPERNATURAL

THE PINK ADDISON TALKS ABOUT SPAMTON'S SUDDEN RISE IN SUCCESS, HOW HIS SEEMINGLY EFFORTLESS POPULARITY MADE EVERYONE JEALOUS, TO THE POINT OF LEAVING HIM, NOT VISITING HIM AT THE GRILL BECAUSE WELL... HE'S RICH AND DIDN'T NEED THEM ANYMORE... RIGHT?

THE OTHER YELLOW ADDISON PIPES ON ABOUT ALL OF HIS SUCCESSFUL DEALS- [WHAT IS *HE* DOING THERE]- BUT... EVENTUALLY THOSE ALL SLIPPED THROUGH, ALL CAME CRASHING DOWN ON HIM IN AN INSTANT... ALMOST LIKE WHATEVER WAS HELPING HIM JUST... ABANDONED HIM TOO.

...SPAMTON HAD TO GET EVICTED FROM THE MANSION, THROW AWAY EVERYTHING HE HAD BUILT UP. WHEN ONE OF THE BLUE ADDISONS WENT TO FIND HIM... AND THEY WERE MET WITH WAS A PHONE LEFT OFF IT'S HANDLE... AND WHEN THEY PUT THE PHONE UP TO THEIR EAR... THEY GOT NOTHING BUT GARBAGE NOISE.

SPAMTON AND THE ADDISONS NEVER FAIL TO DESTROY ME, THEY WERE A HUGE PART OF MY ART BACK IN THE DAY. I TRULY BELIEVE THEM ABANDONING SPAMTON OUT OF JEALOUSY WAS THE BEGINNING OF THAT MAN'S UNDOING. THEY COULDN'T EVEN BEGIN TO COMPREHEND THE CONSEQUENCES. THE TOTAL BITTERNESS THAT GREW IN THAT PUPPET AFTER THEIR BETRAYAL, THAT LEAD HIM ON THE PATH TO ABSOLUTE WICKEDNESS. IF HE HAD AT LEAST *ONE* OF THEM TO FALL ONTO AFTER HIS MARKET CRASH MAYBE THINGS WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT.

BUT HE MADE TOO MANY ENEMIES.

HIS EGO WAS TOO BIG.

SPAMTON'S FATE:

ONE OF THE LAST TIMES THE ADDISONS DIRECTLY MENTION SPAMTON IS IN THE SPAMTON SWEEPSTAKES, I AM LIKE 90% SURE THIS IS ONE OF THE ADDISONS SPEAKING HERE. THEIR JEALOUSY EXPRESSED AT THE BEGINNING, THEIR WANT TO HAVE WHAT HE HAD... I FEEL THAT'S A CLEAR SIGN AS TO WHO WROTE THIS

THEY SEEM TO HAVE THEIR REASONS TO VOTE FOR EITHER SIDE, CONSIDERING THEMSELVES ONE OF THE DECIDERS OF SPAMTON'S FATE ALONG WITH US. FOR SILENCE, THEY SAY THAT MAYBE SOMEONE ELSE DESERVES THE FAME MORE THAN HIM. FOR FREEDOM, THEY ACKNOWLEDGE THEIR TREATMENT OF SPAMTON...

CONCLUSION:

THE ADDISONS, MUCH LIKE SPAMTON HIMSELF, HAVE PUT THE PAST BEHIND THEM, REFUSING TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE MAN AND EVEN IF THEY DO, THEY DIVERT THE CONVERSATION QUICKLY... COMPARED TO TENNA, WHO COPES BY LOUDLY EXPRESSING HIS HATRED, TENNA IS MUCH MORE ATTACHED TO THE PAST THAN THE ADS.

NOWADAYS, THEY SEEM TO BE USING SPAMTON'S OLD PHRASES, AS SHOWN IN THE CHAPTER 4 CASTLE TOWN DIALOGUE... NOW THAT MOST OF THEM HAVE LIKELY MOVED ON FROM HIM, THEY'VE BEEN TRYING TO USE HIS TRICKS IN AN ATTEMPT TO GAIN SUCCESS LIKE HE DID. EVEN TAKING A JOB FOR TENNA.

THESE GUYS MEANT A LOT TO ME WHEN I WAS YOUNGER IT MADE ME JUMP WHEN I SAW THEM IN CHAPTER 4 THE TRAGEDY OF THE ADDISONS NEVER FAILS TO MAKE MY HEART HURT AND REMIND ME OF OLDER TIMES... THANKS FOR READING MY THREAD ABOUT THEM, I HOPE THIS MADE YOU LIKE THEM JUST A LITTLE MORE... <3

[hananan2]

Hi, are you writing NSFW? Well, my query isn't exactly NSFW, but the elements are present. I was thinking about a reader who is very sleepy (didn't get enough sleep because of exams or some other reason) and being a bit out of it starts telling different things about her love life with her boyfriend. And everyone around her blushes and just says, “Go to sleep please 🥹”. The guy's reaction depends on the character. I was thinking of Leona, Vil, Lilia, Jack, Sebek. I'd love it if you write about it, but if you don't like it, that's fine with me! Only in that case, please reply back that you don't want to write it so I know 😅.

don’t feel bad dw!! I didn’t post requesting rules (I did now!) when you asked so totally not your fault! While I don’t write NSFW, I write some suggestive stuff, which I think is what you’re asking for. I’m also going to take out Sebek and Jack if you don’t mind because not really comfortable with writing minor characters! I’ll do it!! So sorry if this is ooc☹️ I hope you enjoy!💕 (btw I’m gonna assume you wanted it as Fem!reader bc you were using her!)

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To Tired to Think!

Summary: You could hardly get any sleep last night and your tired as hell throughout the whole day, while you’re near you boyfriend and other people, you accidentally slip up and say some things that should have been kept private… How does your boyfriend react?

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit and Lilia Vanrouge!

info: Established relationship, romantic, Fem!reader, suggestive & fluff-ish!

Cw: none!

Leona Kingscholar

You were fighting a war to stay awake the whole day and you were shot 53 times. Thanks to your amazing boyfriend, you ended up taking a nap in the evening, which not only didn’t make you sleepy at night, but delayed all your school work and work in general, so had to get that done at night, which cause you to look like a wobbling, sleepy mess the next day.

but speaking of you Amazing boyfriend who you unfortunately love, here you were in his room, leaning on his chest as you both sat up, his arm was wrapped around with his hand patting your thigh, the room filled with chatter. Jack and Ruggie wanted to talk with Leona about new spell drive game, so they were in the room alongside you guys , and you honestly did NOT care, they were just like kids honestly, you just wanted sleep.

But suddenly a few slurred mutters could be heard from someone and it was NOT about spell drive. “Leona so gentle in bed…. Needs to be more rough….zzz..” all talking ceased.

Jack looked horrified, Ruggie was processing what he had heard, Leona looked stunned too, his hand stopped patting your thigh to listen.

“Lots of stamina though… makes satisfed… happy…” you slurred out, your hands playing with eachother.

“I-I’m so sorry, I’ll leave… get Y/N the rest she needs… she seems tired… I’ll see you later guys.” Jack walked out flustered, now he knew many things about his house warden he never wanted to know, trauma is very real.

While Jack left with the burden of information, Leona smirked and pay you thigh, his previous confusion wiped away with amusement, “oh? You’re honest, c’mon, I wanna hear what i’m good at doll.”

meanwhile all this happened, Ruggie was laughing his ASS off, he was quaking, Leona questioned how he didn’t wake you up.

“Pfft- oh I never knew you were so soft!” Ruggie cackled between breaths, Leona looked like he was gonna strangle him again, “Maybe I am, now scram or no lunch money.” Leona threatened, oh and that threat WORKED, Ruggie was gone.

Leona looks at you fondly and broke into laughter alone as well, he pay your thigh one last time and ruffled your hair while you absolutely slumped, you were so surprising, it scared him, but it was one of his favorite things about you, never made him bored.

“You have guts in your sleep huh? Telling all our business to kiddos? I’ll have to hear more.” He spoke gently to you with a cocky smirk, but he knew you were tired, and it was pretty much his fault, so he picked you up and placed you on his bed, laying next to you and watched the sun glow on your skin in affection.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil did not approve of you staying up so late! You stayed up late, literally just because you were watching a movie and woke up like a zombie the next day, forgetting you had a test. So that happened.

Seeing this, Vil was upset that his lovely girlfriend was not taking care of herself and went into an obnoxious, but loving and worried rant about how sleeping is vital. But in the end, Vil couldn’t be too mad seeing your small, sleepy eyes and decided that would do your skincare and make you feel fresh, today was condicently the day where Vil had promised the freshmen’s to show them the steps and vitals traits in skincare, he asked if you were comfortable for being the subject and you said you didn’t care so sure!

so here you are, almost falling asleep every few seconds in a soft chair while Vils gentle hands applied product to your face, the room was filled with admiring freshmen, eager to learn from their guru, well, all expect Epel, but hey at least you were here, Rook also came along because of course he did.

While Vil explained why toner was a must-have in your skincare routine, he was interrupted by a exasperated voice, “Your fingers are so nice… so good… everywhere… in bedroom a lot…” you mumbled to Vil like you had forgotten there was a whole audience in the room. Vil’s face turned white

The freshmen gasped, probably their first time they’d been exposed to stuff considering they were all so proper, flutters of “How scandalous!” And “Vil’a fingers…” filling the room. Again though, not Epel, his jaw DROPPED, his expression a mix of amusement and pure terror. Of course, Rook was chuckling, "Oh comme c'est intéressant…” he commentated with an evil grin.

Vil’s cheeks were tinted pink, not knowing what to say, wow you actually made him shit up, good job, Epel would say that. In true honestly, Vil was more worried about you, he didn’t want anyone to make assumptions of you or him for that matter, he knew how kids were, no matter how much he whipped them into shape, they’re still dumb teenage boys.

“Haha my love is so silly, she really appreciates my back massages is all, it’s a trait that all of you should have, it’s very helpful to relax your body before bed and all.” That sounded more freaky somehow kinda?? But it filled the masses of freshmen with “Ohhhhs” and understanding, they commented on about how you were a little tired poor thing and needed rest, so it worked! Of course he did, he’s Vil! “Now now, I expect that all of you have taken note and will use all the references I have taught you in your daily life, so put them to use now and get some sleep all of you.” Vil stated in a firm voice, the freshmen nodded their heads and left, Epel knew damn well that was about no massages, and he was going to interrogate and tease you about it so beware. (Don’t worry you’ll just tell on him.)

Rook left giggling finally and Vil carried you over to his room, laying you to rest, he knew it wasn’t really your fault, he shouldn’t have picked on you when you were so tried, in all honestly, he would have liked what you said if it was in private, but he would discuss that with you later, he slowly kissed your forehead, you were so silly, “Goodnight meine liebe.”

Lilia Vanrouge

Game night is really fun! Not when it’s on a Sunday night thought because Sunday is FAKE. You stayed up all night to game with Lilia and some guy named Gloomurai, leaving you with laughs and joy at 8pm, but leaving you exhausted by 8am. Though today, you were having dinner with Malleus, Silver, Sebek and your beloved for a little family night!

So while the others distracted Lilia as best as possible with wild conversation and Sebek literally cracking his skull open, you finished cooking so no one died, of course, the boys helped you out when they snuck away.

But you were SO exhausted, and eating, wake, filling food really just made you want to pass out more, all of you were sitting and dining at the table, Malleus talking about how he found a hidden gargoyale in one of the schools pillars with a childish joy in his eyes, Sebek congratulating his liege, you and Lilia supporting his hobbies and Silver taking in the moment while he also fought to not land face first into his food like you.

You were muttering praises to Malleus while your fork slightly moved a little, your shoulder leaning on Lilia’s, but soon your mumbling took a turn.

“Lilia knows a lot too… so much… he knows how to work his tongue, fingers, di…” you thankfully drifted off.

Lilia was taken off guard, but soon his expression soon turned into loud laughter, he was slapping his knees, never in his 700 years of life! “Haha—! Infront of the kids wow!”

Malleus looked confused, he is surprisingly,but also unsurprisingly innocent. “Well yes, he has detected poisonous roots in dishes and has bore swords in many altercations with quite skillful precision, I agree with your statement, although, I am not aware of what this Di is.” Malleus commented with his hand on his chin.

more laughter erupted, oh my god this was bad but also not the worst thing ever?

“I ALSO WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE WITH YOU MY LIEGE ON THE HUMAN’S STATEMENT” Sebek declared proudly, crossing his arm over his heart

Silver was awoken with all the cacophony of laughter and Sebek. “Shush.” He gave Sebek a glare, which made him shut up.

“She’s sleeping, father please calm down as well, she needs rest.” Silver spoke calmly, finishing eating. In all honesty, Silver wasn’t asleep in that moment, your words woke him up, and unfortunately for him, he knew what you mean by your statement of muttered words. You hear a lot when people think you’re asleep and a quiet kid. But he chooses to act as if he didn’t hear it, thought there’s an audible twinge of embarrassment in his voice.

“Haha your right son. Alright you lot all best head to bed, you hear me? I’ll take care of the dishes and take Y/N to bed, clean the table.” Lilia said in a more mature voice, though he still had a sly grin on his face, everyone agreed and Lilia flew to his room with you in his arms, setting you on the bed. He looked down at you and pinched your cheek gently. “Cheeky.”

he smiled while covering you in a blanket, kissing the top of your head, you deserves that much. He’ll make sure to treat you to a hearty meal tommorow!

[everythingspokenfor]

All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.

You have a dragon cock dildo, a ginormous, black, bumpy toy, with thick ridges and prominent veins, it's a gift, from yourself.

It stays hidden in the depths of your closet, never sees the light of the day, unless you have your girl friends over and you pull it out for shits and giggles.

Even then, it's not necessarily a sex toy but perhaps a piece of decor, only if your were bold enough you would actually display it.

If you were being honest, you had forgotten about it, until today, until this very moment, until this very text.

Shouto: Is this what I think it is? *Image* 3:34pm

You stare in utter shock, as your crush cradles your 16 inches long dragon cock dildo, in his arms, his cheek smushed slightly against the flared tip of the dildo, one arm wrapped around it, the other holding the inflated base.

You rush home, sick to your stomach, at the verge of throwing up, there goes my chance of even having a friendship with him.

Thousand thoughts race through your mind, of all the things he would say to your face, look at you in disgust as he rushes out of your apartment, your panic increase when you think him telling others why he broke of the friendship, she had a dragon cock dildo, ew.

The keys jingle loudly, along with the thumping of your rapid heartbeat, in the otherwise empty hallway.

You open the door abruptly, the image of utterly disgusted and disappointed Shouto painted in your vision, you wheeze out slightly, heaving as you try to catch your breath.

The walk to the living room is dreadful, you turn sharply, hoping that fate isn't cruel, hoping that he is understan-

"Oh! You are home early." Shouto tilts his head in question, as he takes in your disheveled look, "Was the bus too crowded?" He queried, as he stood up to hover around you.

His calmness scared you a little, shouldn't he have left by now, "I was just excited to be home, rushed here as soon as I got off." You mumbled sheepishly, hands clammy as you moved to put your bag away

"Here, let me." Shouto reacts immediately, thick fingers coming to grab the straps of your bag, placing it on the couch beside you, before reaching for your coat, he helps you take it off, "I ordered food, I was going to cook but that wouldn't go well."

You smile at him, as much as you want to move on and pretend that image didn't exist, your brain doesn't allow it, curiosity gets the best of you, as you ask him, "Umm Sho, that picture you send me-"

He ears turn red immediately,"I put flowers in it, if that's alright."

What. The fuck.

"What vase, Sho?"

"The one in the photo, the opening was really small, so I could only fit in two stems." Shouto moves into the kitchen, gesturing for you to follow him. You turn to look where he is looking and-

Lo and behold, a rose and what seemed like a daffodil was poking out of the tip of the toy, their stems slithered into the opening, the toy itself was placed at the very centre of your small dining table.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" Shouto admires his own work, arms folded behind himself as he looks at his own masterpiece. "If you don't mind we should keep this here, I'll bring new flowers for it too."

Your eye twitches a little, it's difficult to tell if this is better or worse than what you initially thought, "It's pretty... but it's a bit dull too, so I think we should get a prettier vase for the dining table."

You hope that is convincing enough, that he'll let go of the topic and you'll yoink that thing and shove it your closet again.

"You are right, it is a bit dark for the dining room, I'll look for different variant soon." He concludes, you let out a sigh of relief.

"You can do that, I'll go and take a quick shower before dinner," You tell him over your shoulder, moving to grab that thing off the table and walking towards your room.

To Bakubestie: Can your parents re-design this vase with brighter colours? *image* 5:15pm

From Bakubestie: IS THAT A FUCKING DILDO ICYTHOT??!??! 5:16pm

What.

Dividers by: @diviniyae 💖✨

[cwwv9]

Hii I saw ur plead for requests so I thought of this

What about sensitive reader with the BLLK boys. She loves animals, has the biggest mushiest heart you’ll ever find, always feeling bad for people, buys plushies she thinks look “lonely”, cries to sad songs easily, and overall just a lover

«Warmer than the whole world»

— Without gender!Emotional!Reader x Isagi Yoichi, Meguro Bachira, Hiori Yo, Karasu Tabio, Chigiri Hyoma, Michael Kaiser Rin Itoshi, Alexis Ness, Shidou Ryusei, Sae Itoshi.

Warnings: Emotional sensitivity of the reader, Tears, scenes of sadness and vulnerability, Soft interaction and gentle treatment, Topics «tenderness among cruelty», emotional openness and acceptance

Note: Love such requests. thanks for the request, hope you like.

mailbox open for queries!!!!

Isagi Yoichi

▪ Isagi didn’t know how to react at first.

▪︎ He is a man of purpose, tension, struggle. And you? You stop in the middle of the street to feed the pigeons. You tell the teddy bear he’s safe because he has a house now.

▪︎ It was confusing at first. But one day, after a hard workout, he came home and found you lying on the floor, hugging a plush whale who, you said, «was too sad to leave him in the store».

Isagi sat next to me and just watched.

«You feel so deeply... I never knew what was possible. Maybe with you I don’t need to be perfect. Just being kind is enough».

▪ Now he checks himself if your toys are cold.

Meguro Bachira

▪︎ Bachira fell in love with you at once. Like in music. Like in the morning fog. You talk to animals as if they understand you. You call the puddles «small houses for reflections» and cry when you hear an acoustic version of the old song.

▪ You’re a miracle to him. He loves watching you hug stuffed animals, telling them they’re not alone.

▪ - You’re like a forest fairy who escaped to our world - he says, lying with you on the floor, surrounded by your «saved» toys. - You cure me just by existing.

▪ He is sure that your kindness is a superpower. Not noisy, but eternal.

Hiori Yo

▪ He watches you hanging tiny sweaters on your stuffed animals.

▪ Hears you sing a sad song, dries out the tears, and doesn’t interfere - just brings you a cup of tea.

▪ Hiori lives inside of you, and your sensitivity as if it animates something in him. With you the world becomes brighter. Warmer.

«I thought it was too quiet for someone. And then you appeared - and made my silence a home».

▪ He started to pick up the toys himself, to add to your collection. But he does it in silence, with small notes: «He looked lost».

Karasu Tobio

▪︎ You piss him off. Well, in theory. You cry under the advertising jingles, protect plush pandas from loneliness, pity criminals, because «they must have been bad too».

▪ Karasu rolls his eyes, ulcers, calls you a "soul blanket".

▪ But when you once held an old toy to yourself and whispered, I just don’t want anyone to feel unnecessary," - he stopped.

«Damn, you’re overstating me...»

▪ Now he wears in a backpack of plush cactus with hearts on his feet - "don’t ask, it’s not your business." But you know.

Chigiri Hyoma

▪ You hurt him. Not on purpose. Just by your kindness you remind him of the version of yourself that dreamed, felt, believed.

▪ You pet a stray dog without fear of getting dirty. You cry when you hear the stranger’s story on the bench. You can’t get past the pain.

▪ And Chigiri feels something moving in his chest.

- You’re like spring, he says one day, pressing your palms to his lips. I’ve been... too long in winter.

▪ He is afraid for you. But more than that, he’s afraid of losing your light.

Michael Kaiser

▪ He was disgusted by you. At first.

▪ He’s used to a world where kindness is weakness, and you... you bought a rabbit with an ear ripped out because "he seemed sad."

▪ But then the Kaiser started to notice how you’re hugging the toy, sitting in a corner, listening to music and quietly crying, not pretending to be strong.

He doesn’t understand you, but he does.

«Maybe there is a place in this world for someone who does not play at the show. Who just loves».

▪ Now he goes with you to the store and chooses animals himself. With a grin. But buys. And he says so that you are not difficult.

Rin Itoshi

▪︎ You upset him. He doesn’t know how to handle it. He’s practical, closed-minded, rational. And you? You’re holding a teddy bear in your hands and saying he needs love.

▪ First, Rin frowns and is isolated.

- Won’t you get tired of feeling everything?

▪ But then he walks into your room when you’re listening to the song and shivering with tears. He sits next to you. Silent.

«You are real. More than anyone».

▪ He doesn’t know how to hug words. That’s why he just sits next to you. Just so you know: you’re not alone.

Alexis Ness

▪ Ness immediately saw the pure gold in you. He is delighted to see you talking to the toys as if they were your team.

▪ It captures your reactions to the music, specifically includes tracks from which you stop.

- You must feel deeper than anyone else, he whispers. And yet you continue to shine.

▪ He ties your stuffed animal toys with ribbons. Makes them tiny plates.

▪ He wants to be a part of your warm world. With his whole soul.

Ryusei Shido

▪ He’s laughing. Of course he’s laughing.

- Are you seriously crying because this toy is «lonely»?

▪ But then you look at him with eyes full of sincerity. And he suddenly shuts down.

▪ Because I’m not used to that kind of look.

You’re not lying. You really feel it. Everything.

- You, I think, are the craziest man I’ve ever known, he says, lying on the couch. And I like that.

▪ Shido himself begins to bring you the «strange» toys. Supposedly from fun. But you catch, as he sometimes holds them at night.

Sae Itoshi

▪ He watches in silence as you take out a stuffed whale and wrap it in a scarf. As you whisper: "He is tired today."

Saee doesn’t interrupt. He doesn’t ask. He just looks.

«In a world where everyone wants something from others, you just... love».

▪ He understands that your goodness is not weakness. It’s a rebellion against cruelty. It’s a faith that doesn’t ask for evidence.

▪ And Sae begins to bring you toys from other countries. - This one, I think, looked just like you at dawn.

▪ He is silent. But in his silence there is awe.

[deerspherestudios]

Short Break and To Dos!

Hello all! 🍄🍄👻 I'm glad to see people enjoying Day 3 so far! I was so nervous about showing another side to Mychael in the update I thought people wouldn't like him as much but plenty have reacted positively! ❤️

I'll add a TLDR; above the read more, but if you don't mind my ramblings and want more details about everything, I'll write everything below! Light spoilers ahead!

I'll be taking a short break from MO development until 28th October to work on a short VN for the Monstrous Desires jam!

Most probably missed it, but there's a tiny small patch to Day 3 explained here.

Queue will return soon! I just gotta handle some housekeeping first with my Patreon.

Regarding the feedback on Day 3, I'm glad people aren't as averse to the new side of Mychael, in that he isn't always soft and sweet. I want people to fall in love with a person after all, not a yandere caricature, and that means that person can get upset, angry and sometimes irrational when we don't know what's going on in their head even towards the subject of their affections. While some (understandably!) were shocked about his reaction to the mushrooms, it'll be clear as to why (hopefully!)

Some of you have given incredibly accurate theories, and I'll take that as something I've done well in building up the mystery!!! I'm excited to share more in the next update, but for now!

1. I'll be taking a short break from MO development to work on a short VN for the Monstrous Desires jam!

What I have planned for Day 4 of MO might be the biggest update so far, since one route will lead to a few official BAD ENDINGS as opposed to 'dead ends' like the current demo has. To those who really want to, you finally get to see Mychael at his worst. As usual, writing the script takes a few months with plenty of changes in between, and I don't wanna bulldoze ahead and rush the story when it's getting to the climax!

But before I jump into all of that I just wanna give myself a creative exercise and try exploring a different theme, style and setting with a fresh new character for the jam! Since I'm a sucker for the trope... yes, the new blorbo will also be a yandere, sorry, I'm predictable.💔 The jam ends on October 28th so development on MO will continue then!

The last time I wrote something remotely sci-fi was in high school, so this will be fun to try!

2. Most probably missed it, but there's a tiny small patch to Day 3 explained here.

What it says on the tin! If you've already played Day 3, rest assured there's no significant story changes. Just an updated credits list, three extra sprites for one route and a small fix in the code.

3. Queue will return soon! I just gotta handle some housekeeping first with my Patreon.

Plenty of people have sent such sweet and encouraging messages to my inbox on what they thought of the update and I cannot thank all of you enough for the support!! I can't wait to post them out to archive them on the blog and answer all your interesting theories and queries in my queue!

But for now I'm due for a short break from my socials and to catch up on my Patreon sketch requests haha. I also plan to release cut content from Day 3 for my Yearling and Deer patrons. Plus, I'll be working on some written prompts for extra lore so that's something to look forward to!

I'll be back soon! Take care, fireflies!! ❤️

[emmiesoverthemoon]

back of the hall

pairing: lee minho x reader tags: drabble. suggestive. college au. established relationship. part of the emmieverse special—see here

lecture halls. always so boring.

struggling to decipher whatever the professor is drawling on about due to the bad octaves of the room. trying to take notes while the slideshow is skipped through too fast. resisting sleep while that one student wants to “play devil’s advocate”.

you are halfway through your second coffee when you realize minho has stopped pretending to take notes. you feel his intense eyes burning through your right temple.

his laptop screen is dark, his pen idle on the page. he is staring at you. again.

"what?" you whisper, glancing toward the front where the professor is still rambling about semiotics. "do i have something on my face?"

"no," he murmurs, voice low, amused. "just thinking."

"about?" you query, suspicious.

"how distracting you are."

you blink. “i’m literally just sitting here, trying to listen. unlike some.”

he leans in, elbow on the desk, fingers curled over his mouth like he’s trying to hide that smirk of his. "yeah. and it is the most unfair thing that has happened to me all week."

your breath stutters for half a second. not because you are flustered—definitely not—but because he says it with this maddening calm, like it’s a fact. like gravity. like the way he always saves you a seat and pretends he is only doing it for the view.

"you’re so dramatic," you mutter, eyes flicking back to the lecture slides.

"mm," he hums. "maybe. or maybe i just really want to know what you would do if i kissed the side of your neck right now."

your body reacts before your mind does. a small, involuntary shiver you try to suppress. he sees it. of course he does.

"don’t," you warn, even softer.

"why not?" his hand hovers like he is daring himself. "we’re in the back row of this huge hall. nobody’s looking. everyone is either rushing through slides or asleep."

you shoot him a look, sharp and exasperated—but your legs are pressed tightly together, breath shaky. he grins, all teeth.

“after class,” you whisper.

“promise?”

you do not answer. just close your laptop slowly and say, “my place. and you better bring your notes this time.”

his smirk deepens. “i’ll bring something.”

tysm for ur prompt anon :)

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[bookwyrminspiration]

Hey Quil, it's June! Just checking in on you I guess. Are you doing okay? Are you drinking enough water or getting enough sleep? Can you take a few deep breaths for me please? Okay good. How are you? Really. Is there something bothering you? What was the last thing that made you happy? What's your current favourite obsession? What are you working on right now? Are you aware that life is beautiful and you make it beautiful by being here. I am so so happy you're here. I think I was just missing you. I've been thinking about how grateful I was to you. Even though we've never met, your words and your advice and your connection held me together at one point. It helped me understand what I was going through and deal with it. There were so many times I wanted to end it, so I wouldn't have to deal with anything anymore. But you reminded me there's good in the world and that my troubles will pass. I am so happy for that because life really is wonderful and there are people who are amazing and I am always going to be alright eventually. I wanted to just say thank you for it and check to see if you were okay. Sorry this is getting too long, I love you. Go spend some time with your sister and your pets and your mother and your father

-June :)

June!! Hello!! it's lovely to see you again. i missed you too--I hope you've been doing alright. This was very sweet of you. I'm glad I could be there for you and help, and that you found understanding and joy and people you care about. The world's better with you in it :)

I'm afraid I must confess I am not doing great at the moment and haven't been for a bit. Many things bothering me for a while now. feel quite hollow, like im in a haze. Living on autopilot

my current obsession would be captive prince by cs pacat, which would be the last thing that made me happy as well. many mutuals of mine liked it, and i recently liveblogged (ish) the trilogy, which just turned into my losing my mind live on the tumblr dash. the dynamics !! they make me feral !! some truly unhinged moments i tell u

not really working on anything except classwork. oh! i suppose i do have a sort of tentative project i've taken on, but its in very very early stages so i will betray nothing yet until it's more hammered out (it is a fandom thing, but not keeper)

again, ty for this. i do really really appreciate it. love you too :)

[desigal-26]

Hi! I have read most of your f1 fics and they are so good!! As a desi person myself, I really appreciate the representation <3

I have a request.. how would the f1 drivers react to their s/o being more comfortable to sit on the ground to do work or anything rather than on a chair? Or her habit of siting cross-legged even on a chair? I feel like this is such an Asian trait 😅

Hope you have a good day xx

The position we hit when life gets difficult 🫡 literally, I do all my work on the floor with crossed legs

Cross-Legged Wizard

Formula One Drivers x Desi!Reader

Includes: Carlos Sainz • Oscar Piastri • Charles LecLerc • Lando Norris • Lewis Hamilton • Max Verstappen

55. Carlos Sainz Jr.

He would find her randomly one day, her work spread around her on the floor and she herself on the floor in a pair of shorts and an oversized tshirt he swore was his originally. Hair in a messy bun and legs crossed, back bent in a way that he found almost impossible.

He would look around, especially at the desk and chair in their shared room, then even the dining table—checking each of the chair to find if anything was wrong or broken. Nothing.

He would ask her then, worried as to what was wrong and why was she sitting like that.

She would only shrug, a small ‘nothing’ before returning back to work.

Carlos would definitely blink and then join her on the floor, sitting cross-legged and trying to understand how she was able to work in that position without flinching.

He had to say, the floor was cool—a relief in the hot summers—but still, his confusion outweighed every perk his mind could think of.

He would probably start joining her on floor later on, shifting constantly to be comfortable but still keep her company.

“Mi hermosa, isn’t your back hurting?” (My beautiful) he asked, making her look up from her hunched-over-the-ground position, blinking at him like he had just said something illegal. “Why would it?” She queried back, matter of factly, making him snort with wide eyes before shaking his head. “Eres algo más.” (You’re something else)

81. Oscar Piastri

Oscar would definitely notice it from the first time she did it. How she sat on the ground whenever her deadline was close and she had plenty of work to finish or how she sat cross-legged on a chair when she thought no one was watching.

He found it peculiar but cute. Would watch her quietly, never disturbing her or making her feel awkward about it.

He would develop the courage to sit down beside her one day, immediately inviting Basil—his dog—to join them while she worked.

Just watch her reverently with the dog comfortably sleeping in his lap, probably making her blush with the attention too.

“You’re staring, Osc,” she whispered, trying to hide the red creeping on her face. The McLaren driver only smiled, shaking his head while he stated matter-of-factly, “can’t help it when you look so at home, my love.”

16. Charles Leclerc

He would notice it on a non-race weekend when he would be home, maybe catching up on sleep or busy on his piano—busy in a work that his girlfriend decides to complete some of her work.

Would probably call her once due to something trivial—maybe to ask about dinner, or because he couldn’t find something or he just woke up and didn’t see her.

That’s when he would find her there—on the floor, in her casuals with her hair thrown in a bun, hunched over her laptop in an unhealthy manner with AirPods in her ears, head barely moving with whatever she had on.

“Mon amour?” (My love) Charles’ eyes widened as he gazed down at her obviously unhealthy manner of sitting. He approached her carefully, tapping on her shoulder which made her jump in surprise. “Charles!?” She exclaimed, taking out her AirPods and looking at him with wide eyes.

He would ask her why isn’t she sitting on a chair, and she would just shrug and say “habit”.

To say that Charles would be baffled, is an understatement.

Much like Carlos, he will sit down beside her too with Leo in his lap, peaking over her shoulder and waiting for her to complain about her back hurting.

Spoiler: she didn’t complain.

04. Lando Norris

He would be calling for her, probably to show her a meme or a reel when she would tell him to move his ass and come to her.

He did. And he found her on the floor, work scattered around her in a circle and her in a very very awkward position.

“Why the hell are you looking like you are about to launch into that dance step from that Devdas movie?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at her. She raised her eyebrows back, tilting her head to the side in confusion. “What dance?” “You know, that pretty lady in green dress.”

He was referring to Madhuri Dixit in Maar Daala. She wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or an insult.

She would try to explain to him the exact comfort of the position. He would still be chaotic about it.

She would invite him to join her, he would, but on a carpet—because his ass hurts on marble floor. She would only sigh and roll her eyes.

44. Lewis Hamilton

Lewis would be the quicker to notice this peculiar habbit of hers—finding it uniquely hers.

Would never even question about it. Just let Roscoe know when he is not supposed to disturb her—even though his girlfriend says that Roscoe could never be the distraction.

If she sits cross-legged on chairs, he would make sure to get chairs that are spacious enough for her to sit like that, replacing the ones that restrict her in any shape or form.

Would join her after long days, helping her with her work or just sitting by her side with steaming cups of chai, rambling about anything to keep her company in the silence of their home.

“Do you need another cup?” He asked, watching her look up from her work, eyes moving between him and the empty cup in his hands with a slowly growing smile. “You’re an angel, Lew.”

Would make sure that the room temperature—floor temperature specifically—isn’t extreme. Not too hot because it becomes uncomfortable. Not too cold because she would get sick otherwise.

The most gentlemanly of all the drivers.

01. Max Verstappen

Would notice it when they were having lunch or dinner in their apartment and she would be sitting cross-legged on the chair.

Max won’t say something immediately, but observe her quietly for a while before copying her.

She would laugh, watching him trying to balance himself while trying to sit cross-legged on a chair like her.

“What are you trying to do?” She asked, mixing her rice and daal with her hand while watching him struggle. “Trying to understand why you still like that?” She only laughed.

She would invite him to join her on the floor then, patting the space next to her.

He would settle there, mimicking her cross-legged position—only for Jimmy and Sassy to climb on his lap.

After a while, gradually, Max would start reclining sidewards until his head was in her lap and both the cats on his chest or stomach, one of her hand combing through his hair.

It then turns into their comfort/family position.

[mitraoki]

hi hi, how does mydei get jealous ?? 🤭🤭 i hope i’m not asking for too much 😣 take your time btw!! 🙌🏻

mydei, come on (mydeimos x reader)

note; hiiii anon!!! nooo not at all, i loveeee your request!!🤍 my brain was flowing with ideas when i saw this i'm so EXCITEDDD🥰 thank you soo much for requesting and being patient with me🥺 i really hope i did justice for you AND our beloved boy mydei :3 have a great day/night!!❤️⭐

title inspired by lana's new song, 'henry, come on'!

masterlist. (check profile if requests are open!)

mydei does, in fact, get jealous 🤭 it's just SOOO hard to catch him red handed.... because it's so subtle yet so impactful you get me

and of course he's never going to back down. of course he's going to go on about how 'kremnoans don't really get jealous' or 'romance is not our strongest suit'.

lies. he's the most hopeless romantic out there. that's the only time you'd catch him lying

though i certainly wouldn't call him possessive, i think. he likes it when you're happy, when you're doing the things you love. besides, he's always out and about handling affairs, and is just so in love to see you patiently wait for him, no matter how long.

i also think that's where the two of you began establishing a very healthy relationship.

but sometimes? sometimes he's not afraid of showing it off either. say in a scenario, you're in a party, chatting away with your friends or perhaps the chrysos heirs. he's not worried one bit - he's aware of said people and trusts them enough with your safety.

until he sees an unfamiliar face. strike 1.

okay, maybe he's just asking about something else - someone else. he'll sit this one out. but he's certain time passed by quite a while and you're clearing your throat, looking in every direction. strike 2.

he's sat in a corner, shaking his leg just a little too much. he has one hand placed under his chin while watching you intensely, the other hand against the arm rest, finger scraping against the marble. none of his friends are around either.

the man's leaning in. strike 3.

he almost knocked the chair down upon his abrupt action, but he couldn't care less. he sees you from the crowd and he's now marching over.

but i don't think he'd throw a tantrum, he's more of a smooth operator. he's not that worried - almost everyone knows you're his, and he's yours. he sees you and him as soulmates bound by birth.

he slows his pace down, reaches out towards your hand and brings it up towards his lips. as soon as he captured your attention, he already knows the man from earlier backed off way before he could react. is anyone in amphoreus not aware of the crown prince? exactly.

"any trouble here?" he queries, as if he did not just witness absolute tomfoolery just moments ago.

"n-no," you searched far and wide for the individual, but sighed deeply. though, you paused in your movements.

"how did you get here so quickly, mydei?"

"hm? i have my ways."

"no- you saw that guy, didn't you?"

"....of course i did, y/n."

again with his red ears because he knows you're about to tease him till the day ends. oh well, he doesn't like lying to you, either. what harm is there in hearing you speak, anyway?

"oh you are so jealous, mydeimos. couldn't you just admit it already? i get jealous when other women talk to you."

"i told you, we kremnoans-"

"don't get jealous! our dictionary does not have the word 'jealous'! heard it all, my love. i'm just glad you made your way here. any longer and i would've poured my drink on him."

which earned a chuckle from your lover. his free hand lightly treads through your locks, a small smile on his lips.

"i'll always find a way to be with you."

wrapping an arm around your waist, he decided to keep you close through the evening.

***

"you get jealous, too, dearest?" he questions you once more.

"too? so you are, aren't you?!"

all created content belongs to mitraoki. reposts/remakes are not allowed.

[suppose-i-was-worm]

Marzipan Boy part 2

As the windows darkened in his office, Tim hummed quietly to himself. He couldn’t wait to find out what Nighten’s on stream reaction was to his… donation. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t know what he expected the reaction to be- but he did expect a reaction of some sort.

“Good afternoon, my name is Tim Drake, and I spend ridiculous amounts of money on stupid shit.”

Tim blinked at the absolutely ridiculous caricature of himself in the bottom left corner of Nighten’s screen.

He hadn’t expected… Whatever this was.

“I assume every streamer who mentions my name must be absolutely destitute, and send them pity money. I’m not wrong, but what a way to make a guy feel small.”

It hadn’t been pity money! Tim had- well. He wanted NightenGames to smile, that’s all. Anybody would appreciate money, right?

“Sorry guys, we’re playing Silent Shadows today- don’t expect much commentary.”

Fuck. Tim had screwed up, and now Danny Nightengale was mad- he only played Silent Shadows when he was in a bad mood and didn’t want to talk, since the game was a horror based game that reacted to sounds heard through the mic.

Tim’s next hour was spent listening to the few comments from the stream while he struggled to formulate a response to the other man.

He should have left a comment on the donation- he hadn’t thought to at the time, just getting back from patrol and ready to crash for the few hours he had before time to wake up for WE.

But now here they were, and it was time for the thing Tim was normally best at- damage control.

~~~

Danny paced the living room, trying to parse out the meaning behind Tim Drake’s recent Chirper post.

Tucker watched tiredly from behind his PDA- Danny may or may not have kept him up all night making the Tim Drake avatar.

“He might just mean exactly what he said, man.”

“What is it, if not pity? ‘It wasn’t pity’ tells me nothing. What kind of person- ugh, Tuck, I’m so angry.”

“I can tell.”

Tucker rolled his eyes- Danny knew, at some level, that he was being unreasonable at this point, but- what in the realms else was he supposed to think? There was no chance Tim Drake of all people watched his stream- sure, NightenGames was popular enough, but not that popular. He probably saw a clip of Danny’s prior confession and thought it was funny. Or something.

Danny sat at the dining table and slumped over the homework scattered across it.

“How do I give the money back, Tuck?”

“You’re a moron.”

Flipping the finger in Tucker’s general direction, Danny mashed his face into his engineering notes with a groan.

“Keep the money, bro! You’re set for like, six months with that!”

“Mfmmrmner.”

The front door opened- Danny didn’t look up from his posture of despair as it closed behind the entrant.

“What now?”

Sam’s sharp query echoed through the apartment.

“Danny got a big donation from his celebrity crush and now he’s moping about it.”

Danny flipped Tucker off again.

“Aww, poor baby. Did you say something stupid afterwards and probably ruin any chance you might have had with him?”

He did not flip Sam off. That was not a battle he wanted to fight. Also, Jazz would know somehow and lecture him.

Sam ruffled his hair teasingly as she walked past to greet Tucker with a kiss, and Danny mumbled approvingly at the warm fingers through his hair.

At least Sam loved him.

“But ancients, what an idiot.”

Never mind.

~~~

Tim wasn’t sure if his attempt at diffusing the situation had worked. The next few streams were normal- no Tim Drake caricature, and no Silent Shadows. But also no Tim Drake mentions.

A different approach, then.

Clearly Nighten hadn’t liked the large donation… Maybe a lot of small donations would work? It’s not like Tim was hurting for money- he was, in fact, often actively trying to get rid of the Drake fortune, so. Easy.

He started sending increments of $100 every time he thought about the streamer. A few hundred here, a few there- it would be fine!

And if he thought about Nighten more often now, what harm would it do?

Tam clearly thought he was losing his mind, based on the number of donations he was sending out, but had the grace not to mention the silly grin on his face every time he did.

Several days passed before he got any response from Nighten’s side- a DM from a person named GoingGoth on Chirper.

GoingGoth: what the fuck do you want with Nighten.

TDrake: I like supporting independent artists.

GoingGoth: bullshit. What. Do. You. Want. With. My. Friend.

TDrake: I’d like to get to know him personally.

GoingGoth: Ancients. I should have been a lesbian, men are idiots. GoingGoth: DM him, dumbass. Ask him out or some shit. We appreciate the help with rent, Tuck and I, but Nighten is… overwhelmed.

TDrake: You’re protective of him.

GoingGoth: he deserves protecting.

Tim used his other phone to shoot a couple hundred over to NightenGames again.

GoingGoth: ... Fuck you. I know ghosts that are more emotionally intelligent than you. GoingGoth: men

Ghosts? Whatever. This person did proclaim gothhood.

Tim swapped chats to the draft he had ready for NightenGames.

TDrake: I’m sorry if I offended you. I was really flattered by your comments on your playthrough of Elder Ring. You’ve mentioned being stationed in Gotham, would you like to get coffee sometime?

NightenGames: the fact taht u literally sent me thousands makes it impossible for me to say no.

Fuck. Tim hadn’t thought of that.

TDrake: I don’t know how much a banana costs, please don’t feel obligated to say yes just because of my financial decisions.

NightenGames: I don’t want to be a sugar baby

TDrake: no worries there, I just like giving money to my friends.

NightenGames: and to random streamers?

TDrake: not any streamers. Just my favorites.

NightenGames: you watch my streams?

TDrake: best part of my day.

NightenGames: There’s a coffee shop a few blocks from wayne ent- I think its called beanify. They have vegan pastries

TDrake: Name a time and day.

NightenGames: ill check my schedule

Tim pumped a fist triumphantly.

GoingGoth is typing…

PharaohTuck is typing…

Jazzercise is typing…

DanDanDan is typing…

When did all of these people get into his private DMs?

DNClone: we’ll find you if you hurt him!

[heartfullofleeches]

Banana Creme Pie

Yan Banana Slug Blurb

[18+, titty sucking, implied face sitting at the end]

-

There's something off about this creature...

Well- bizzarrer than a roughly nine foot tall slug humanoid entity that leaves your belongings coated in condensed levels of slime with the slightest touch, but in hindsight that same ooze it secretes is the lure of your curiosity.

Firstly, the consistency is nothing that of the slime produced by the slugs of which it shares a vaguely similar appearance. Milky, almost creamy in both texture and look. If that wasn't enough to question the nature of its slime, the scent was a grander, more compelling factor. A blend of ripe bananas, spliced with warm vanilla and a faint nutty aroma.

Your apartment has had the air of a bakery chalked full of banana themed pastries since your new housemate made your space theirs all those weeks ago-

Swaddled in its loving, dewy embrace, your mind can't help but wander to queries if its slime tastes as good as it smells. At most, you risk your tongue going numb for however long its numbing agents compare to that of a tiny slug- hopefully.

Stomach howling and freedom nowhere in sight as the creature snuggles up to you on your towel dressed mattress, you brace yourself as your angle your neck to curve against on the enlarged mounds of its chest. The scent punches the back of your throat as you breathe in, tongue watering from the sweet, fruit fragrance as your lower it down onto your bedmate's slick skin.

With a single sweep of your tongue, your hypothesis is confirmed true. The slime emits - tastes exactly like freshly made banana creme pie.

Closing your mouth around the patch of skin your salivating muscle glues itseld to, it quickly becomes clear to you what you have now latched yourself to is the creature's nipple. You're fairly certain slugs don't even have nipples, but nevertheless it react enthusiastically to your attentions- Slimy fingers diving through your hair, shoving your face deeper into massive bosom.

Its body stutters with bliss as your tongue circles swollen skin, a new layer of slime patting the stripes you momentarily lick dry. It coos down to you in that unintelligible warble you've become accustomed to in its time of living with you, praising you in its own special way.

Trails of cream dribbling down your cheeks as you messily gorge yourself on its taste. The slug collects its slime as it runs down your chin, nudging you away from its teats as it then cards its glistening fingers through your lips. Its ever present smile beams as you suck without a second thought, eyes lidded as the flavor takes over your every sense.

Air whips around your as you're unexpectedly flipped onto your back, facing with the looming figure of your apparent mate as it towers over you - digits drenched with your spit and its slick slid betwixt its legs as it purrs down to you. New strings of fluid trickle down its thighs, dripping down onto your face and chest as it wriggles its hips in anticipation.

If being crushed under the weight of an obsessed dessert slug monster is how you go out, you can't exactly say its the worst way to go.