#so its sort of like a stalemate

[killajust]

maybe getting that off my chest has purged me of my poison and i can approach the character + story with a clean slate . perhaps.

[imarealnugget]

Ryomen Sukuna when he's jealous

Feat. Sukuna Ryomen, female reader

TW. smut, jealousy, mention of words "pussy","cock" etc.. JealousSukuna!xfemale!reader

Words Count: 1k

Synopsis: You and Sukuna have been dating for just over a year, and one day you met another guy, with whom you immediately bonded. Sukuna didn't hide his high jealousy, but one day, after seeing you hugged your friend goodbye, Sukuna decided to show his jealousy once you got home, talking to you, provoking you, giving the appearance of being calm, in order to intimidate you, finally to punish you, he decides to fuck you until you have understood that you're his and only his.

Hiii, before starting with the fanfic, I wanna apologise to everyone for my absence, now I'm back with other stories, don't worry ^^

You and Sukuna, a couple that had gone through a year of ups and downs. Your relationship was like a wild flame, fueled by the intensity of your personalities. Sukuna, with his aura of danger and his provocative gaze, had always been the type of person who attracted attention. But with you, it was different. You were an explosive mix of desire and conflict. One day, during an evening in the city, you met a boy who immediately caught your attention. His carefree personality and casual attitude made you approach him immediately. Sukuna, with his unwavering jealousy, didn't fail to notice your new friendship. His sharp gaze rested on you both, and you could perceive his jealousy in every single movement. Over time, your relationship with the new friend solidified, and Sukuna did nothing to hide his disgust. Sukuna's jealousy was like a burning fire inside him, fueled by his innate possessiveness. With every smile you directed towards your friend, his expression became darker and darker.

One afternoon, as your friend walked away, you approached him for a farewell hug. It was at that moment that Sukuna decided to let his jealousy emerge in all its intensity. When you returned home, his provocation began without delay. "Your new friend seems to enjoy your company a lot," he said, a mischievous smirk on his features. The tone of his voice was calm, but his gaze burned with desire and possessiveness. They began a sort of dangerous game, a dance of sharp words and piercing eyes. Sukuna provoked with his seductive attitude, trying to elicit a reaction from you. "Don't tell me there's something between you two. I would be jealous, you know?" he whispered, his voice a subtle poison of desire. As the evening progressed, Sukuna continued to weave his web, igniting his jealousy in increasingly provocative ways. He approached you with a burning gaze and a devilish smile. "I wonder what you can do to make me jealous," he said, his eyes scrutinizing yours as if he wanted to read every reaction. The tension increased, but somehow, your response was a silent challenge. You accepted the game, responding to his provocations with a mischievous smile. Sukuna, despite showing an enviable confidence, couldn't completely hide his burning jealousy. When they finally reached a stalemate, Sukuna decided to lay all his cards on the table. "I don't like sharing you with anyone else," he admitted, his tone now more serious, but still full of provocation. "You're mine, understood?" Your response was a simple smile, a mixture of complicity and challenge. It was as if you had established a balance between you, a dangerous game of desire and jealousy that made your relationship even more intense.

The night continued with a burning passion, as if the confrontation had ignited an even greater flame between you: one hour later, you were sitting on the top of him, riding is cock so hardly that the only sound that you two heard was his balls smashing against the fat of your ass. “Kuna.. you feel so f-fucking good!” you tried to say without moaning and rolling your eyes back in your head, failing mercilessly. “I know, that’s because i’m better than that mother fucker that you call “friend” ‘y know that, huh?” Those words came out from his mouth voluntarily, while he was watching you loosing your mind of him and for his fat cock. “You wanna cum, don’t you? Oooh, but bad girls can’t cum so easily after what they did, right?” “F-fuck Kuna.. let’s be serious: I did nothing wron- ahh fuck-”. He didn’t let you finish your words that he smashed your clit hardly, before teasing it with his two fingers. “Oh, you did nothing wrong? Are you sure ‘bout that?” And you didn’t answer, leading your tired head on his shoulder, while his fingers digged in your hips, guiding and helping them while riding his cock fastly. “Look at me.” He demanded, but you didn’t have more energies: when he fucks you your body is vulnerable, you always give all of yourself to him, your body and your will. “I said look at me.” He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Listen carefully: i’m going to cum deep inside of you, if you won’t let any of my cum drip from your pussy, I will let you cum, alright?” “But Kun- mmh..” He slides two of his fingers in your mouth, forcing you to close your eyes and drool. “Shh, doll, you’re mine, remember? So you will do everything I say, understand?” He whispers in your ear with a smirk on his face and all you can do is saying yes moving your head gently. After some seconds, you became the toy that Sukuna was using to pleasure himself and made himself cum inside of you. “Fuck y/n, i’m cumming-” He warns before shooting much hot cum deep inside your folds. When he slowly slides his dick away from your pussy, you did everything you could do to make sure that nothing came out from your cunt. Sukuna also laughed while watching you doing everything you could, even if you were tired as fuck. “That’s a good girl. Ready to cum?” “Yes, pleaseplease..” You beg, tired of that day, even though you were so much excited. Then Sukuna slides one, two.. three fingers inside of you without any warning, so you gasped, almost closing your legs, but he kept them spread apart with his big, veiny hand. His fingers were working perfectly inside of you, and in few minutes you felt your cum close. “Kuna.. i’m cumming, oh fuck- cummingcumming.. Sukuna-!” You moan and whimper, impatient to cum, then you cream all over his fingers, leaving a smirk on his face. “Mhh, you screamed my name before cumming, not your friend’s..” and that’s all you heard before diving yourself in a long sleep of nine hours, after that day full of feelings.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Philza looks better in his usual clothes, Bad thinks, but still terrible. Perched on a lamp between his children's beds, a blanket pulled tight across his shoulders, sleep deprivation in his eyes... Bad is not really surprised he has called someone to speak to, just is confused as to why its him.

Bad has better things to do. Like look for the eggs. And search for the eggs. And interrogate Federation Workers about the eggs.

But then, Philza also has better things to do than just sit there and stare at him.

So Bad stares back.

Eventually, eventually, Philza breaks the stalemate and speaks.

"What do you know of dreams?"

Bad raises an eyebrow at the comment, unsure what that could lead to, and even more confused as to why it was him called here to handle this.

In the end, he settles for the simplest answer. "People have them when they sleep."

Philza hums in return, eyes skittering a little frantically. He adjusts his position to be a little higher, but holds himself lower, peering down, "… you know my wife, yes?"

Now there is a loaded question. Bad tilts his head to one side.

"Kristin."

"Yes," Bad answers, seeing no reason to hide it now. Part-time grim reaper, Goddess of Death... Of course her husband knows something. "I work for her, on occasion."

"And you would kill anyone - myself, yourself - if we were a threat to the eggs?"

"Yes."

"Even Skeppy?"

Bad's nose twitches, warning in his tone. "He's not /here/, Philza."

Philza gives Bad an unimpressed look.

"If he was /somehow/ a threat to Dapper? Yes. Happy?"

Somehow Philza looks like he both tenses and relaxes at that answer. He moves as though to sit on the lamp he is perching on, before realising what he is doing and slipping onto the mossy floor.

"I had a dream while I was asleep," Philza says instead of answering the question. "But, the longer I am awake, the less like a dream it seems."

"Dreams usually work the other way," Bad frowns, checking his evidence in his mind. He does not really know much - Philza was missing for nine days, claims to have been asleep and woke up in his basement, and a potato and a poppy appeared on his person in that time. Bad suspects the Federation has done something to the old crow, probably made him some sort of sleeper agent, but… If Philza is willing to trust him, Bad supposes he can give him the benefit of the doubt and assume any betrayal is unwilling.

"I remember it too well," Philza replies, and Bad frowns some more - it is the opposite reaction most people have to the Federation. "I don't usually remember my dreams, or have them that vivid, or have space so perfect in them. I laughed it off to Tubbo, pretended I usually have dreams like that, but… Even my dreams of my world are not as clear as that."

"And you were left with the potato and the poppy after," Bad keeps his voice level. He tries very hard to keep his voice level as his mind runs away, wondering what is up. "You don't usually wake up in the basement either?"

"I should wake up where I fall asleep," Philza points at the chair. "I sat down, I told myself I wouldn't spend a night anywhere else until the eggs were back. I dreamt. I woke up in the basement."

There's something a bit distant to Philza's voice which Bad does not like, but does not like in the way of children crying in their rooms, or the thought of Baghera alone in the Federation's hands, or the silence which now reigns over his dungeon-home. He does not like it in ways of betrayal and pain and fire, either, but he is old. He knows better how to deal with those.

"… Are you not going to ask me?" Philza asks.

"Do I need to?" Bad asks back.

It must be the correct answer, as Philza gives a laugh.

"In the maybe-dream, I woke up in the chair," Philza says, pointing towards it. "The trapdoor was gone - it might have been when I went to bed, too, but the memory is hazy."

Interesting, Bad would say. He half remembers the trap door being missing on Monday as well, when he went to check on Chayanne and Tallulah's beds, but in not paying attention… It was there by Saturday, so Bad really is not sure either if he made that up.

"I thought I heard a sound in the basement, so I went to look. There was a box with two new pot plants, one on each side. The box was… one of those new ones, like Toby has on his burnt up platform? The dyeable ones - it was Tallulah's purple. Inside were a lot of poppies, and a book."

"A book?"

"Right," Philza frowns as he talks, sinking deeper into the mossy floor. "I don't remember exactly what it said, but it was about an old crow whose children were missing. I thought… I think I thought it was Tallulah sassing me - you know how it is - for not being here when they hurt… At the end was an instruction to travel light, and a set of coordinates."

It sounds like a trap. Bad doesn't say that - he knows Philza must know that, but he also knows that if he saw something written maybe by Dapper… Bad wouldn't hesitate to do what it said. Not a chance, not when his child might need him. So, Bad doesn't say anything, he just nods.

"Do you know my nest?" Philza asks, almost out of the blue.

"Your nest?" Bad blinks, trying to string it together.

Philza is already moving for the nearby warp access. "I'll leave a red sharestone. If you walk to spawn, it'll be ready by the time you get there. You should probably have it, just… bring anyone else. Not even Dapper - the eggs bought Tubbo, but nobody else knows. It's our safe place. But… nowhere's really safe. And I can't always be there to save them."

It's a branch of trust that Bad has been offered, one he isn't sure he deserves but is absolutely not going to turn down. If Philza's children like it then, yes, he needs to know. In case they are ever hurt there, in case one of the children needs their uncle Bad.

He walks the shirt distance to spawn, chewing over so far. It's not hard to work out why Philza is in a spin, but Bad is missing some of the puzzle. He hates having half of an answer more than none at all, but at least he seems to be getting everything about /this/ question the old bird knows.

Sure enough, by the time he has worked out which of the sharestones Philza meant by the red one, there's another option just reading 'bad uppies?'.

It's kinda funny, and funnier still when he takes it and ends up… up. High in the sky, so high he can see the peaks of great pillars of stone, and the top of a fortress-dungeon, but not the floor.

"Take the warpstone," Philza gestures to the centre as he puts the sharestone away. "Just in case."

"Just in case," Bad repeats.

The warpstone is itself called 'uppies', and it is a nest that is not quite a nest. It is suspended in the air, not in a tree, and made of harsh stone not twigs. A few bits of furniture are scattered about, however, and a brightly coloured rug. Signs from the children learning new words, and a lip at the edge to stop anyone tripping to their demise. If Bad's timeline is correct about the word learning task, it must have been the last place Philza took his children before he left for a week - and they vanished.

"The coordinates were near here," Philza says, then pauses. "Not super close, but closer than anything else. About another thousand south, if you have your glider?"

"Not grapples?"

"I remember the exact route I took in the dream, not the numbers," Philza shrugs a little, smiles self-depreciatingly. "Never was any good with numbers or words. If I do it differently, we might not get there." Bad hums, and nods - to know the entire route in a dream? Very strange - and follows as Philza jumps from the southern edge. Follows him to one snowy peak.

"I stopped here to get my stamina back," Philza explains when Bad also lands. "I was in a rush for my eggs, but I know how bad that fall can be."

Bad nods again; they continue.

They land at the edge of some water and a village, then walk the rest of the way in silence. Philza's steps are very certain, too certain to have only walked it once in a dream and a second time guided by one, and Bad checks over his inventory.

Just in case it is a trap. He doesn't think Philza could fake this confusion enough to willingly lead him into a trap, but that only stops it happening if he knows what he's doing.

Philza leads Bad to a patch of hill where the trees are strangely cut. A couple of hummingbirds sit, tame, on the floor.

"There was a giant birdhouse here," Philza says. "It was cute - I remember thinking Chayanne and Tallulah had built it. Should really have noticed the windows were made of reinforced concrete," another, self-hating chuckle. "Inside… so many hummingbirds. And… And Chayanne's floaty, and Tallulah's hat. Next to them was a book. I explored a little, looking to see if the eggs, were there, before going back for it - 'A Cage for a Cage' the book read."

From Philza's flinch that means something - Bad isn't sure what, but he can make a few guesses.

"Then Cucurucho was behind me, laughing. I begged him, threatened him, asked for the eggs. But he just kept laughing as he ran out of the door. Sealed me in with reinforced something or other 'I hope you enjoy the island' my ass."

Philza seethes, and Bad expects him done. He still gives him a moment before asking, "and then you woke up?"

"No," Philza frowns further. "That's the strange part. I cried myself to sleep wrapped around their items. I dreamt… more like I usually dream - of my home, of my hardcore world, small glimpses. /Then/ I woke up. Still in the birdhouse. I knew it had been a long time, then, days at least - I was hungry despite all the golden apples. The hummingbirds were sat on me, but the book and the eggs' things? Gone."

Dreams inside dreams? A continuious narrative broken by another sleep? A walk remembered fully and that maps onto reality one to one? Bad can see why Philza is suspicious.

"The door was different, too, no longer a security door but this cute flower covered thing. When I opened it, it just… lead me out. And there was a path over… this way?" Philza leads Bad along, maybe a minute's walk through the trees at most.

"You remember in the nether there were the half destroyed Federation booths?"

Bad nods; he does.

"There was… kinda like one of those, just here. Two partial walls, a bit of a roof, some floor. A table with two chairs - Cucurucho at one, watching me. I screamed for him to give my eggs back. He gave me a book. It…" Philza takes a deep breath. "It teased me for falling for the trap so easily, then it told me I had to wake up - if I didn't wake up soon, I never would."

Dream fudgery, maybe? Bad already suspects memory alteration, so the Federation implanting dreams, or otherwise messing with them, is not impossible. Or, perhaps, making reality into something dreamlike.

Bad knows Philza was neither in his chair nor in his basement last night, but Philza doesn't seem to.

"I was confused, then I woke up in the basement, right by where the box had been. But no box, all my items from before back… just with the extra poppy and potato in my inventory. And Pierre yelling outside asking if I was okay. Wasn't really time not to be, what with the Duck's messgae starting right after he dragged me down to spawn."

Bad hmms to himself and watches Philza check the floor again, looking for quartz that very definitely isn't there. He is not really sure what the angel wants from him. It certainly doesn't make Bad less suspicious - the Federation could easily have implanted other orders into his dreams, ones Philza won't know about until they are triggered - but maybe that's the point.

"I don't sleep like that, either. Never that long. Too easy for someone to sneak up on you," Philza frowns. "Tubbo suggested the food at the party was drugged, but for all I took I barely ate any. Why wouldn't someone else have passed out too?"

"Tubbo's… interesting," Bad offers, not even sure what he means by that himself.

Philza laughs, and its something a little manic, "I was asleep a week and despite Fit and Pac's best efforts he broke into the Federation twice, found the room the happy pills were forced on people, and got shot. And made enough factories I pass out from the air quality if I walk too fast through his base. Interesting's a word for it, mate."

"The Federation is messing with your brain," Bad says, rather than address the imploding disaster which is Tubbo. "I don't know what exactly, but… while you were asleep, people loosing memories was talk of the island."

"I /know/," Philza snaps. "How do you think I don't know they've done something to me? Who the fudge else would be able to break my reinforced trap door entirely? One way or another that was gone when I woke up that Saturday, and the party was real, and the maze? But it was there when I woke up for Carre. But it was a dream, it was just a dream, but now I have a flower and a potato and that can't have been a dream, but it has to have been. I had dreams inside that dream, Bad! How do I even know this is real? That I'm talking to you now? That I'm not still trapped in that stupid birdhouse? That the island is even real? That any of you are real? That this isn't some… Isn't some fevered dream as I die of some ancient illness I picked up from the sniffers. What if- What is even real, Bad? Is there even a reality? Do our eggs- I don't- I don't know any more."

It's then that Bad thinks that, maybe, he has worked it out - the illusive thing which Philza wants from him. He thinks of how, as soon as he saw him after the eggs went missing, Philza just stepped up and offered him a hug. How, for a moment, the world was real and for a few seconds Bad felt safe and like his skin was his own. Neither of them have any answers, Bad can't even promise this is real in the end.

But he can open up his arms, so he does.

Philza collapses into them, gripping onto his hoodie as he lets out an ear-splitting shriek. Once, twice, and then it calms slightly into choked off sobs and half-chirped phrases both apologising and doubting and Philza cursing himself.

Some birds scatter, others peer down from the nearby, fudged up trees.

"I'm here," is all Bad can offer to the man in his arms. "You didn't do anything wrong," it tastes like a lie and yet Bad can't tell where the mistake was.

"I'm real, and I've got you."

Nearby one of the blue hummingbirds starts flying away. Bad does not trust it; he leans close and whispers, "where's your closest warp to mine? Let's go there where we can sit down."

Philza gives him the name, and Bad encourages him to warp - promises to follow. He watches for Philza's name disappearing and then reappearing on the map.

And then he grins a little sharp, turning his face out into the woods. "I don't appreciate spies."

Something atarts running; Bad lights a match, and starts a forest fire.

Surrounded by flames, he warps after Philza.

He has muffins at home. Muffins will cheer Philza up a bit, yes? They can have muffins, and coffee, and hug on the couch, and work out who they need to kill.

[simpfor141cod]

Copycat; Ghost pt.1

As an assassin, how would you go about trying to kill one of the most deadly men? You needed to draw him away from the rest of task force 141, you needed to get his attention- but how? Well, apparently the best way to get the attention of Ghost, is by pretending to be Ghost- what could go wrong?

contains: Angst, Assassin!Reader, suggestive themes, eventual smut, degradation, violence, knives, Ghosts ego, slow burn romance, ghost is weirdly turned on by you trying to kill him??

"Ghost? You want me to kill Ghost? You mean the guy that took out your entire squad by himself, that Ghost?" You couldn't believe your ears, running your hand through your hair, you were about to decline before the man on the other side of the phone speaks; "you are one of the best assassins on the market, are you not?" The mans voice growled, obviously not happy with your response. "Yes but its Ghost! of all people why hi-" you were cut off suddenly, "If you do this, you can be done with all the killing. We will let you go." What? There's no way they mean that, they've kept you here for ten years already, why the hell would they let you go now? It was going to be nearly impossible. Only one way to find out I guess. You probably wouldn't get another offer to leave. All or nothing. "I'll do it." --

You spend the next week gathering as much intel on the man as possible, which was a terrifyingly small amount. 'Ghost' '6'4" ' 'Known for his skull mask' 'extremely dangerous' You also had a few notes on taskforce 141's previous sightings/locations & allies. Great. Like you didn't know most of that already. You look at the tiny list that you had managed to get written down and sighed. You adjust the height of your training targets to his height, your jaw drops as you crane your head up. 'well shit.' You take a deep breath and massage your temples, why the hell did you accept? To go home. Your eyes harden as you remember your family, you had to do this. If not for yourself, for them. You had fought men his height before, some even taller. However, this was Ghost for fucks sake, the mention of the mans name is enough to stop an entire army dead in their tracks. You take a deep breath. "okay, so, I've got the limited intel available, now I just need to figure out how to get him to come to me, because there is no way I'm taking on all of taskforce 141.." you lingered on your own question for a while, debating the outcomes of different plans. ---- "THATS IT" you sit up in your bed, you were just about to fall asleep when an idea popped into your head, The only way to get his attention, and have him come to you: You would pretend to be him. Nobody liked being copied right?

Every other plan you had thought of before came to the same grizzly conclusion; Your imminent death. You just hoped that Ghost would be curious enough about a copycat that he wouldn't just kill you immediately. That brings you to where you are now, watching a movie-esque battle scene unfold Infront of you between a terrorist group and a gang. You had found out that taskforce 141 had been seen in the area recently, searching for the terrorist group currently fighting Infront of you, they had recently threatened to attack and overthrow the government- so they were on 141's radar. You watched as the two groups reached a sort of stalemate, gunfire ceased, so you made your way down to the ground from the rooftop, silently blending into the background.

For now. Unlike Ghost and even your usual self in this scenario, your goal was to be seen- at least by the other gang. You knew the opposing gang was a supplier of intel to 141, so they would immediately recognize Ghost. This also meant that if you didn't move now- the real Ghost would be there sooner or later. You made your way around to the back of the terrorist group, sneaking up behind one of the men, immediately taking out your knife and pulling him to the ground, quickly dispatching of him before he made any noise. This was easy work for you, after being an assassin for this long, there weren't many scenarios that made you nervous, but the thought of Ghost showing up to the 'party' with the rest of taskforce 141, had you wanting to kill these men and get the fuck out quickly. This was simply phase one of your plan, you needed Ghost to be interested enough that he'd seek you out alone, its the only way you could possibly beat him. You groaned softly, noticing how the weight of all of the gear Ghost would wear weighs you down, you had his look down pat, it was just the height that was the issue. If you wanted the gang to think you were Ghost, you were going to have to keep your distance from them, otherwise they'd know something was up. You made your way around the group, pulling them into the shadows one by one, it wasn't until the last one that you purposefully let yourself be seen, the man turned around and you could have sworn he nearly passed out when he saw the skull mask- he froze, letting you take advantage of his lack of movement. He briefly began to yell, quickly silenced as his body hit the ground with a thud, you wiped your knife off on his shirt before standing, "He really does strike fear into the hearts of men" You said almost baffled, but not entirely surprised. It wasn't long before you heard footsteps in the distance, a red dot appearing on your chest for a moment before a spotlight is on you from a distance. "Holy shit its Ghost?" "Who contacted 141?" "I was going to now but I guess someone already did" "I only sent for them about a minute ago.. how the hell did they get here so fast?" The men from the gang all seemed confused, it was going exactly as you planned. As they all talked amongst themselves, you took it upon yourself to slip back into the shadows, leaving the scene littered with your kills. 'Phase one complete" You reported back to your boss, finally removing the skull mask before abruptly ending the call, you had to get the hell out of the area, and fast. ---- "Copy. Thanks boys." Price looked over at Ghost suddenly, a confused look on his face. "Ghost" "Yes sir?" "Apparently we are no longer needed for that callout on the terrorist group, according to our intel, you already handled it" Ghost wasn't a man of many big reactions, so by the way his eyes widened Price started getting the gist of what was going on. "Well they seem pretty convinced it was you, it would appear you have a copycat. Skull mask and all." There wasn't much that surprised Simon anymore, especially not in his field of work, but this was new. The team agreed to go and look at the scene, all scouting the area for this 'copycat' incase they were still in the area. "Jeez, they certainly did a number on em' didnt they?" Soap announced, pushing one of the bodies over with his foot. A small grunt of agreement was heard from Ghost as he observed the patterns in the 'handywork' of whoever did this. "Whoever it was, they knew what they were doing." Price stated, pointing out how all the bodies bar one were hidden from sight in the shadows. "9 people, all with the same knife" Ghost stated, his brain working in overdrive trying to figure out who might be doing this. "So it was definitely just one person? Shit" Soap looked shocked, "This is easy work for us" Ghost sighed, not wanting to admit being impressed himself. "A copycat huh?" He mumbled to himself. ----- Hope you enjoyed, next part coming soon :) -yours

[gabessquishytum]

so Persephone Hades AU, but I am working on a classic studies degree, so I gave it a twist from the original original myth and added Dyspoina.

Hob finds a consort, and this being Greece where its socially acceptable to kidnap your partner, he does that.

Dream is none to happy about this and refuses the food of the dead, because once the gods hear about what happened, they will be looking for him, and he has no plans of styaing hell.

Well Hob is regretting his choices by kidnapping a spoiled prince for a new husband. But he's a bit shocked to see that despite Dream refusing to eat the food of the dead, Hell still seems to be accepting Dream as a new ruler and bending to his will the same as Hob's.

So for a while it seems to be a stalemate where Hob just wants Dream to accept the title as consort and Dream is just waiting until someone upstairs finally thinks to look in Hell.

Well Hob finds himself in Hell's library and the rules are simple, if a book or story is lost to time, it ends up in the library, which is where Hob finds a nifty little book where it explains that Dream is the child of two gods who were associated with death, and Dream at one point being so feared that his name has been forgotten to time because speaking it was one of those omens that brings Dream to the speaker.

But, because this is the lost library, Hob finds his name and goes to find his husband. He attempts to blackmail Dream as a sort of "imagine if people found out their little flower god was really a death omen"

but Dream is actually taken aback Hob isn't turned off by Dream's past Devinity. Hes lost countless lovers to it, and he had a hand in killing his name sense he was tired of people fearing him. He asks Hob if it really doesnt bother him that he, Dream, is an omen of death, and Hob says "What exactly will that do to me? In already the god of the dead. Its not exactly a work hazard to meet a death omen."

Dream practically tackles Hob to the ground and they are all over eachother in minutes. Dream finally (finally) met someone who doesn't fear him, and Hob got his consort.

Ahh this is excellent! Emo Omen of Death Dream feels very in character. He’s tried to reinvent himself as this harmless little nature god but he’s just… he’s very emo. Even before he was kidnapped he used to mope around being all sad and dramatic. It’s one of the things that Hob finds endearing about him!

So yeah, Hob isn’t entirely surprised by the revelation of Dream’s previous identity. It makes a lot of sense, and surely it’s a good thing! Dream will thrive spending time in Hell with the dead, who already serve him with great love and respect. Instead of hiding from his true nature, perhaps Dream can finally embrace and learn to love himself as he is?

Honestly Dream is just relieved. He finds Hob very attractive, despite the whole kidnapping thing. Hob has really tried hard to make the underworld a good home for Dream, and he genuinely feels like he can breathe for the first time in a very long time. So he gladly throws himself in Hob’s arms and agrees to become his consort. On the condition that he will be able to leave Hell and visit him family in the land of the living. Hob agrees readily enough, relieved that he’s finally persuaded Dream to stay (for at least some of the time).

As god of the dead, Hob also has dominion over everything that lies under the ground. He is, therefore, the richest of all the gods, and he can deck his new husband in freshly mined silver, and beautiful jewels. Dream’s crown glitters with diamonds, and he sits happily on his throne at Hob’s side while the dead pay homage to them both.

From then on, it’s always Dream who enters a room before Hob. He is an omen of death, after all. It’s his duty to let everyone know when his husband is on his way.

[bringthekaos]

On a more serious note i remember taking a screenshot of each time Viktor is like. *Looking* at the Hexcore and. Man. Stop looking at it as if its your wife or like your drug. Its scary. Please return to being normal. I can’t believe Jayce never noticed how concerning it was

I truly believe, had he not been forced into politics against his will, and was spending his usual amount of time in the lab, Jayce would have noticed. I feel like the “are you sure this is safe” line was even hinting at his worry about the risks Viktor was taking with the Hexcore.

I also think that whatever this influence is that the Hexcore is exuding onto Viktor (whether it’s the Void or not)… it’s sentient. It knows it needs to keep itself secret if it wants to continue to put its feelers in Viktor’s psyche, and as such, I feel like it started to manipulate Viktor’s behavior. Viktor already had a tendency to pull away from people when he was struggling (“he disappeared. He does that sometimes”), so it wouldn’t have been that much of a stretch for this habit to get worse without people around him noticing (especially in the wake of his terminal diagnosis—everyone has a different reaction to a terminal diagnosis, and sometimes solitude is one of them. Jayce may have wanted to respect that. And that’s a slippery slope, with no right answer—do you force yourself into someone’s personal life when they don’t want you there? Do you leave them alone, even when it’s clear they’re hurting and could use the support? I can understand how they end up in a sort of stalemate, because everyone is afraid of encroaching on boundaries.)

But the sad truth is that Viktor’s desperation to save himself is what drove him to these extreme measures, and even without the Hexcore’s influence, that desperation would still be there. The Hexcore was his hope, and I understand how hope—even when flawed—can be addicting. At that point, there would have been no going back to “being normal,” because either way he’d suffer. He truly is backed into a corner, and the inevitable snarling, gnashing, lashing-out rage at the injustice is yet to come, I think.

[the-exiled-comic]

Could you tell us more about Haven and their life? Did they end up in the Dark Forest exclusively because they exterminated all the raccoons in the forest or is there more to it?

yes, Haven is a very silly beast! I actually recently made her a wife, Madronestar. She's the leader before Autumnstar, and is kind of a dipshit but its okay we love her anyway

their relationship is like cartoonishly cute. Madrone is the adorable little housewife who puts homemade pies on her windowsill and Haven is the handsome rogue who cannot resist the allure of the freshly baked pie smell

I like to think this bothers Mr. Autumnfang who is the deputy at the time, seeing his leader goof off with a loner art below is by @notchaoticferal

Haven was never part of Oceanclan, but she chases away/kills the raccoons because they were bothering her wife... who I think would be none the wiser about where the critters went.

Killing the raccoons is Haven's fatal flaw and it is why she's in hell. She's a nice cat, sure, but her reason for killing them weren't justified.

I imagine the situation went something like this; Oceanclan's population grew and so did the raccoon's, they started to compete for resources but since there was a language barrier (think like how the foxes have their own language!) communication was rough and they were in a sort of stalemate... Until Haven took matters into her own paws.

Personally speaking, I don't think anyone is beyond redemption and that eternal damnation is especially cruel. But at the same time, Haven hasn't yet made strides in the right direction to be earning a whole lot of sympathy from me. She's seen bragging about killing the raccoons in chapter 12, saying she's proud of what she did. They also did not provoke her, it wasn't self defense and it never came down to a "her or them" situation.

I don't think she hates raccoons as a species, just that specific group since in her eyes they weren't "strong enough" to take care of themselves and were stealing instead of finding their own food (idk if she fully grasped the situation) One of Haven's big flaws is that she does think less of those who are not as fortunate as her. I like to think its part of why she never joins the clan despite her lover literally being the leader. She wouldn't want to hunt and contribute to the clan. She would likely see elders and nursing queens are free-loaders unless they had a really good reason to not be out hunting. Haven's a very "fend for yourself" typa gal

Despite it all... I enjoy her character a lot and I hope she can get sent to rehab/therapy

[firewoodwander]

Trick or treat!! Fordo17 with 🐈‍⬛ ?

Trick or treat prompts

Cipquad won’t leave Fordo alone.

He’s in the kitchen reorganising the pantry and she’s howling at him from the top of the fridge, putting herself in his field of view whenever he dares turn away from her. She’s already tried butting her head against his arm so many times he thinks he might bruise; this time when she drops down to the counters she sticks her little needle teeth into his jumper and his skin and bites.

Fordo jolts and swears under his breath.

Putting down food didn’t placate her, her water bowl is full, and she shied away when he tried to pet her head. So now they’re at a stalemate: Cipquad is occupying the counter space he was using and that she definitely shouldn’t be on, and Fordo is… at a disadvantage.

Satisfied now that she has his full attention, Cipquad leaps off the counter and trots to the door. She turns around and meeps at him. Dutifully, Fordo follows.

There used to be plants on Fordo’s living room windowsill. Just small things, leafy stems in palm-sized pots. Unfortunately his cat didn’t appreciate them the same way, and so they’ve been relocated to the floor in the corner of the room to prevent further unprovoked attack, and Cipquad has taken over her guard post on the sill as if it’s her due diligence. Now though, as she leaps up there, Fordo can see what she’s howling about.

There’s another cat on his garden wall. A big thing, bluish-grey and sort of ragged. It sits on the wall and stares right at them, and Fordo thinks he would be pissed about that too if he were a cat.

Fordo thinks he’s seen this cat before in town. It’s a memorable thing, and it was sitting on someone else’s wall the last time he walked by. It doesn’t have a collar but it also didn’t seem afraid of much of anything, unbothered by passers by and staring right at Fordo until it turned its back imperiously and strutted off down a nearby alley. And now it’s watching him again, thoroughly unimpressed, as Fordo brings out a dish with a tiny lump of tuna like some sort of peace offering.

He gets all the way to the wall before the cat’s tail twitches. He leaves it on the post by the gate and goes back inside.

An hour later Fordo’s pantry is organised, Cipquad has destroyed another felt mouse in her frustration, and the dish is clean and drying on the draining board.

It becomes a habit. On Fordo’s day off from work the cat shows up on the garden wall, Cipquad loses her shit about it, Fordo leaves a peace offering and doesn’t get any closer. The problem with habits is that they very easily become part of his routine. Fordo only likes routines because they’re predictable, so when he steps outside one morning to find the cat staring up at him from his doorstep, he stands there and stares right back like a dumbfounded plank of wood.

The cat chirps. It stands up with great dignity and saunters over to butt its head against Fordo’s ankles, winding between his feet.

Cipquad howls from the living room window, but the other cat doesn’t seem bothered at all when Fordo reaches down to pet its head. It trots off as soon as it’s had enough, back down the garden path, turning at the gate to look back once before it disappears down the road.

There’s a knock on the door the next morning. It’s notable in that Fordo only rarely ever gets visitors, and usually they message him ahead of time. It’s not the postman either because it’s a Sunday, so Fordo pushes away the deep desire to go back to bed and shuffles up to greet the stranger on his doorstep.

There’s a man. He’s about Fordo’s height, dressed in black and navy, and has a nasty scar extending from his lower lip down his chin. He’s holding a brown paper bag. He clears his throat and holds it out.

“As thanks,” he says.

Fordo has never met this man in his life. They stare at each other; the stranger doesn’t blink.

“For the cat.”

Fordo takes the bag. There’s a box of tea inside. The brand he drinks, but the flavour is one he’s never tried. Under it is a tin of Cipquad’s favourite tuna.

He looks back at the stranger and feels the corner of his lips quirk upwards. The stranger clears his throat again and nods.

“Right,” he says, and turns to leave.

Fordo watches him saunter back down the garden path, out onto the road and away out of sight.

[noxiwrites]

more smutty karl content during mrbeast challenges pls i beg 🧎‍♀️

Loving these ideas 😫😫 I wrote this in one sitting so forgive me if it’s not my best but let’s go anon !!!

Hide and seek

Summary; in which you participate in the 100 person hide and seek challenge and Karl finds you.

Warnings; dom Karl, semi public sex, fingering, teasing, caught sex.

You're gripping your breifcase for dear life as you're running throughout the mall- trying not to follow the other 99 people who are also spreading it like they're going to die. There's a few people in front of you but they eventually filter off until you're on your own, heading towards some stores at the back of the mall.

There's a vacant lot in the corner of the area, with the shutter rolled up just enough for you to fit under. You decide to hide in there, clambering to the floor and throwing your briefcase underneath before following right after it. The store is completely empty, aside from the counter right at the back and a door behind it.

There's only two possible hiding spots, whatever is behind the door or behind the counter. You dash toward them as your radio crackles in your earpiece letting you know that Jimmy, Chris, Chan and Karl are now on the loose to try and find you and the ten grand in your briefcase.

“They’ll never find me here,” you tell the camera, confident in your hiding spot.

You try the door handle, disappointed to find its locked, before spinning on the spot and observing the counter. It's like a hollow box, the top counter boxing in an area for you to sit under without being seen unless someone is stood in the spot you're in right now.

You clamber under, taking a seat on the old floor and placing your briefcase at the bottom of your feet. You know you're gonna be there for a few hours, in the back of the mall, in a vacant lot.

“No offence but the seekers aren't really that smart,” you say to your camera, giggling.

-

It's a few hours into the challenge before you hear any movement outside. You lock your phone instantly, stopping tiktok from playing as you hear the sound of a voice approaching. You can't quite make out who it is but they're getting closer, talking something about possibly finding someone in one of these stores.

You hope, for your sake, that they don't think there's anyone in here because there isn't anywhere else to hide so you're done for if they come in here.

Sadly, the voice draws closer and you hear the squeak of shoes as they slide under the shutter.

"I'd be really surprised if there isn't anyone in here, this is a good spot." You recognise the voice- It's Karl, one of your friends and the guy you've liked for forever. You'd like to think that he likes you back- but he's never made any moves and you're too scared to make any yourself so you're sort of stuck in a stalemate. With yourself.

His footsteps approach and you know you're dead meat as he walks around the counter- and tries the door.

And doesn't see you. He walks back around the counter, mumbling something to his camera about a wasted spot- and you have a small victory.

Until he stops.

"I never checked the counter space." you hear his footsteps approach again and he swings around the corner of the counter, pointing his camera at you in the space.

"I caught someone!" He laughs and you Huff, pulling yourself out from underneath the counter. Goodbye ten grand. Karl grins at you as you drop your briefcase on the counter and lean against it- and Karl is quick to turn off his camera and drop it on top of the brief case.

"You lost," He chuckles, joining you in learning against the counter.

"I know, this sucks. Why couldn't you just pretend I wasn't there?" You dramatically sigh, punching his arm.

“That’s not how the challenge works sweetheart.” He turns to you with a smile on his face, and you have to hide your shock.

There’s something behind his eyes- you can’t read it- but you think the mood has changed. You think.

You shuffle on your feet, deciding to take a seat on the counter and lifting yourself up.

“So is now like the time you take my briefcase and I’m out?” You ask, checking your phone for the time. It’s around 2am, and the incentive makes you yawn as you realise you’re quite tired.

He chuckles- you notice he does that a lot- and places his hand on your thigh.

Oh.

“Not quite. I wanna claim my prize first.” You think, at first, that he’s referring to the money you just lost, when his hand starts travelling up your thigh and rests on the waist band of your joggers.

“What’re you doing?” You ask, nervous.

His eyes meet yours. “Doing something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”

He leans forward, closing the gap between you and him and kissing you like he’s wanted you for years. He’s quick yet soft, other hand reaching for the other side of your joggers and slipping his fingers in the waistband.

You pull away, his lips plum and upturned in a smirk. “Is this really happening right now?” You’re not sure if you meant to say that out loud- but it’s there now, and he laughs at you.

“If you want it to.” You nod. Faster than you’ve ever done before you think- and he immediately leans back in to kiss you as he tugs at your joggers. You slightly lift your hips, allowing him to pull them down and off your legs. They’re thrown somewhere on the floor and he wastes no time using one of his hands to feel you through your panties.

“You’re so wet already,” he groans, fingers prodding at the wet spot above your entrance. He pulls away from the kiss to watch as he pulls your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down your slick. Your own hands grip the counter, biting your lip to keep in your gasp.

This is really happening right now.

His free hand grips your chin and forces you to look down, watching as he slips two fingers inside your hole. Immediately, as if in instinct, you clench around him and he groans again.

“So fuckin tight, all for me yeah?” It takes you a second to gather that he’s asking a question, and you nod your head, not trusting your voice.

The grip he has on your chin becomes tighter. “Speak to me, tell me how good this feels.”

You know he’s demanding- and he adds another finger to the two to make you feel more. He knows exactly what he’s doing too, bending them in the come here motion to make you reach your peak.

“Tell me.” He curls his fingers with each word, hand pushing up your head to make you look him in the eyes. They’re completely blown out and you imagine your own are too.

“So good, oh god,” you whine- hand moving to grip his arm as he pushes his fingers in harder and faster.

“Come for me, give it to me.” He pulls you in for another kiss, freeing your chin to reach underneath your top and gripping your boob.

“Every time you wear something where I can see these, drives me crazy.” He murmurs on your lips, squeezing your boob. You think back to the few times you’d noticed him staring when you had your boobs on display- the exact effect you had wanted from him- and it makes you giggle.

“What’s so funny huh?” He removes his fingers from you, again gripping your chin.

“Tell me, or I won’t let you cum.”

You swallow, moaning as he touches your clit and moves his fingers around it slowly.

He’s keeping you right on the edge and you whine, grasping his hand to try get his fingers back inside you to finish you off.

“Tell me.”

“Fuck- I just think it’s funny that you go crazy for my tits- oh god.” He chuckles and slips his fingers back inside you, faster than before.

“Good girl, so obedient aren’t you. Finish for me.” You do as told, finally falling over the edge of your orgasm and cumming around his fingers.

“Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” He muses, slowly finger fucking you through your orgasm. You let out a final moan as he withdraws his fingers, wasting no time unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his legs, along with his boxers.

He’s very hard, too slightly pink and wet with what you assume is precum.

He jerks himself off a few times as you shuffle towards the edge of the counter for easier access, and the both of you gasp as he finally pushes in. He leans his head against your own and the both of you share a breath.

“I’m not joking when I say I’ve dreamt about this- literally nothing compares.” He tells you, testing the waters as he pulls out and pushes back in slowly.

“You feel so good.” You whine, hands grasping at his back.

“I’m not going to last like this, I need to fuck you.” He tells you, hips setting a faster pace before you even have time to agree- not that you were going to disagree to begin with.

There’s nothing making noise around you and all that’s invading your ears is the sound of his cock going in and out of you- getting impossibly faster as his groans become higher and higher. If anyone is hidden nearby they’d definitely be able to hear- but you’re too busy approaching your second high to care.

“Let me know when you’re gonna come.” He pants, pace becoming erratic. You can tell he’s definitely close himself.

It only takes a few more thrusts before you’re wailing out that you’re cumming- Karl filling in quick succession- the both of you fucked and breathing heavily.

Eventually, he pulls out, pushing your panties back to the side to keep yours and his cum in there. He tucks himself back into his pants and then pulls you from the counter, helping you back into your joggers.

“I found someone !” He exclaims into his radio, waiting for a response as the both of you head towards the shutter.

“We know Karl, we heard you both,” you hear Chandler cackle through the radio, and your cheeks burn as you walk back, hand in hand with Karl.

[tumblezwei]

Hold on I'm about to go crazy again

during the warp jump to Penacony, scenes from the quest flash briefly on screen. We're first shown Acheron after our first encounter with her

then the moment right before Firefly's death where she turns to look at Trailblazer

a chessboard for some reason, the first image rattling around along with the turbulence of the Express

Stelle...looking at something? Outside of the Express? The angle looks like she's on the left side of the couch, near where the memokeeper for MoC stands. Or maybe on the other side. Either way this isn't a shot of her sitting on the couch like she is during the warp jump.

after that is Robin from after we crash land in the Golden Hour

then Acheron again from the same scene but played in reverse, interrupted by TV static.

I think the most base level theory we can craft with this involved Acheron and her multiple red dialogue options. Something about time loops, or multiple iterations of the same story happening at once. Personally, I don't have enough ammo in my arsenal to argue one way or another, but some things here interest me.

The first is the chessboard. I don't remember this being shown in the story quest at all, and as far as I know there isn't a chessboard on the Express. I mean, even if there is that doesn't mean anything to me atm. What does is the positions of the pieces.

We first get a close up shot of the black rook, and then a wider shot showing the state of the game board. My average knowledge of chess just tells me this looks like a stalemate. Both opponents have the same pieces left on the board, protecting their kings in the exact same way. There's potentially a trap being set up by the black rook to capture the white rook, and the white king has moves outside of its shield of pawns.

Since we haven't seen the chessboard or that shot of Stelle in the quest, my guess is that they're from future events we have yet to see. But I also think the order in which these shots appear mean something, or else why would they be included? Maybe we can view Firefly as the black pawn and the Trailblazer as the white rook. An intentional sacrifice to draw someone into a trap. After all, Sam and Firefly were working together until he abandoned her for some unknown reason, and then attacked us after we spent time finding Firefly's traces.

But using that interpretation would put us as the Trailblazer on the white side, with the king moving out of position. And I'll admit right here I don't know what that would mean. Unseen allies, maybe? Or an implication that we're entering into dangerous territory at a disadvantage? I Dunno.

Moving on I'm interested in the last sequence with Acheron. The TV static can quickly be connected to the pile of TVs we see in the primal dreamscape where we fight Something Unto Death. And the scene being played backwards brings to mind a tape being rewound. I swear to god I saw some text saying something like "you're not watching the TV, the TV is watching you" but I can't fucking remember where I saw it. So take that bit with a massive grain of salt until I can recall where I read it from, but I'm keeping it in mind.

I also think this sequence being bookended by our first encounter with Acheron is important. Is it evidence for some sort of time loop? Who knows.

Also also, that shot of Firefly is similar to the shot we get of Robin. Centered in their chests (where Firefly was pierced, and Robin has her wound) and obscuring their faces. This could have just been foreshadowing their shared fates as victims of Something Unto Death. But maybe, if my chess interpretation holds any water, could be foreshadowing Robin and Aventurine acting in similar roles as Firefly and Sam, i.e., bait for the Trailblazer.

anyways, I'm going nuts.

[dantecollt]

stalemate // a QSMP AU     ↳ (n.) a situation in which nothing can change or no action can be taken;

(art by: @EsTorrente)

Everything is eerily… familiar. Colors, voices, places.

The faces… not so much. It shouldn’t be a surprise, not when he can’t even remember his own face. And it doesn’t matter, really. The mask is meant to be the only face they all see, the only face they all need to see, and it offers him some sort of comfort when he wastes precious time thinking too much. Still, it’s a feeling that makes no sense at all but ignoring it is easier, less painful. So he pays it no heed, pretends not to feel the unexplainable nostalgia clinging to his body as if it were an old friend.

He has so much work to do, after all. Observe and report. Rinse and repeat.

It’s simple. Easy.

He’s supposed to keep an eye on the brazilian group. They’re interesting, he’s been told, but unstable.

(A danger to the island and others?? is scribbled somewhere in his first report.)

The brazilians are… chaotic, to put it lightly. Always loud, always overthinking, scheming. Always together, always seeking someone’s company as if they’re afraid to be alone, even for a moment. The blonde one is the loudest of them all. It almost reminds him of someone he can’t remember, of something unnamed, of times that shouldn’t have happened but somehow did, in a lifetime long lost and forgotten. It hurts to think too much, so he doesn’t. He never stays around for longer than necessary, because there’s no reason to linger. In their loudness, they reveal too much about how they feel, what they are planning against the Federation.

He observes and writes everything down. The Federation is happy with his progress.

His office is filled with thousands of pages of writing; he tries to make sense of everything, his own handwriting alien to his own eyes and mind. Did he really write all of this? It must’ve been him. It’s his office, his diaries, his words. Pages upon pages of a life he’s never lived before but still feels too real, of people he’s never met but somehow misses dearly, deep down. It doesn’t make sense. Why would he write any of this? And when? Whenwhenwhen—

(I’m running out of time. fills an entire book.)

He burns everything down, to the last page. The Federation appreciates his cooperation.

The child is the first one to notice him lurking around. It’s a brave one, for sure, approaching him without hesitation. It clings to his pants and stops him from walking away— so he doesn’t. He waits, forever patient, but even when the little thing cries itself to exhaustion, it still refuses to let go of him, small but sharp nails digging deep into the fabric of his uniform, almost close enough to his skin to draw blood.

It’d be a pity to ruin such good clothes, and he has a few minutes to spare. He picks the child up in his arms, allows it to snuggle against his chest. It’s sobbing oh so quietly, its little body shaking and tears not stopping just yet, its arms wrapped tightly around his neck. The warmth is familiar but barely, almost comforting in a way. Something stirs in the back of his mind, in a dark place, like a shadow of memory that shouldn’t even exist because it’s not real. 

Have I done this before? It doesn’t matter.

The children belong in the nest, he’s sure of that. He’s also sure the little thing won’t go there by its own volition, not tonight anyway, not when it’s so distraught and so clingy. It doesn’t matter. It’s a quiet night and there’s no one else around— not even people of the Federation. He can allow himself this one thing, just tonight.

He can’t get inside the nest nor does he want to. The child fusses a bit when he sets it down, but he blows some soap bubbles around them— it’s out of instinct, really, but it seems to cheer the little one up enough. He lets it play with the bubbles until he’s out of soap and he notices the child isn’t crying anymore when he leaves.

He sleeps a bit easier tonight. (He pretends it’s not because of the child.)

The child keeps following him, he notices. It’s hard not to, when the little thing keeps trying to hold his hand or cling to his legs; not just smart but also a stubborn one indeed, one that ignores his futile attempts to keep everyone away. His resistance melts within the first hours and he finds himself walking around the island holding the child’s hand. He doubts anyone of the Federation would complain about it. The little one seems happy. Isn’t that part of his job, too?

The Federation’s rules are clear. Keep them happy. Keep them here.

The warmth is so, so familiar.

I’ve done this before. Why should it matter?

The blonde one corners him in a moment of distraction, takes the child away from his hold with ease, yelling and cursing, as if he’s some kind of menace, as if he has any ill intention. It makes no sense, really. The child fusses and kicks, bites on the blonde’s arm as if that’d be enough for it to make an escape; it isn’t. A small part of him wants to fight too, to grab the child because it’s his, it’s his baby and no one else’s— but he doesn’t move.

Why should he, anyway?

He’s part of the QSMP Census Bureau. He belongs to something else.

“I hope you enjoy the island.”

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[part 2 soon]

[adventure-showdown]

What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

Mad Dogs and Englishmen

Synopsis

"Grrrrr."

The greatest book ever written.

Professor Reginald Tyler's The True History of Planets was a twentieth-century classic; an epic of dwarves and swords and wizardry. And definitely no poodles. Or at least there weren't when the Doctor read it.

Now it tells the true tale of how the Queen of the poodles was overthrown; it's been made into a hit movie, and it's going to cause a bloodbath on the dogworld — unless the Doctor, Fitz and Anji (and assorted friends) can sort it all out.

The Doctor infiltrates the Smudgelings, Tyler's elite Cambridge writing set of the early twentieth century; Fitz falls for flamboyant torch singer Brenda Soobie in sixties Las Vegas, and Anji experiences some very special effects in seventies Hollywood. Their intention is to prevent the movie from ever being made. But there is a shadowy figure present in all three time zones who is just as determined to see it completed... so the poodle revolution can begin.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Anachrophobia

Synopsis

Imagine a war. A war that has lasted centuries, a war which has transformed an entire planet into a desolate No Man's Land. A war where time itself is being used as a weapon.

You can create zones of decelerated time and bring the enemy troops to a standstill. You can create storms of accelerated time and reduce the opposition to dust in a matter of seconds.

But now the war has reached a stalemate. Neither the Plutocrats nor the Defaulters have made any gains for over a hundred years.

The Doctor, Fitz and Anji arrive at Isolation Station Forty, a military research establishment on the verge of a breakthrough. A breakthrough which will change the entire course of the war.

They have found a way to send soldiers back in time. But time travel is a primitive, unpredictable and dangerous business. And not without its own sinister side effects...

Propaganda

YOU THINK MIDNIGHT IS SCARY? YOU THINK MIDNIGHT IS HORROR? TRY READING ANACHROPHOBIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! imagine. there is a war that has been raging for centuries between two groups - the plutocrats and the defaulters (YEAH THIS IS ALSO A COMMENTARY ON THE FUTILITY OF CAPITALISM AND WAR ECONOMICS!) - and both sides have developed time technology that allows them to either Speed Time Up (which can age someone to dust in the span of a few seconds) or Slow Time Down (trapping someone in a single second for millennia). the doctor and his friends are trapped in a military base that is studying time travel. they send a pod into the past, but when it comes back it brings Something With It. something that makes people Lose Their Whole Past and relive moments again and again. and also turns their faces into clocks. read this fuckkng book (@eightdoctor)

ANACHROPHOBIA ANACHROPHOBIA ANACHROPHOBIA ITS SO GOOD ITS SO GOOD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. IT DEALS WITH THE TIME JUST AFTER (TWO BOOKS AFTER) THE DOCTOR HAD HIS SECOND HEART REMOVED AND IT DOES IT SO WELL. ‘‘LIKE A MAN WHO HAS LOST AN ARM STILL BEING ABLE TO SENSE MOVEMENTS IN HIS FINGERS. LIKE A MAN WHO STILL SOMETIMES FEELS THE BEAT OF A SECOND HEART’’ ARATFTFY ITS SO GOOD IT CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY. THE LAST TWO BOOKS (MAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN + HOPE) DIDNT MENTION MUCH ABOUT THE EFFECTS OF LOSING AN ENTIRE FUCKING HEART BUT ANACHROPHOBIA IS ALL ABOUT IT. THE DOCTOR IS SICK, WEAKER THAN USUAL, FITZ AND ANJI ARE CONCERNED, SO CONCERNED THEY’RE WONDERING IF HE CAN LIVE WITH ONLY ONE HEART. THEY GET OXYGEN CANNISTERS AND A MASK OUT FOR HIM JUST IN CASE!!!!! AND OH THE BODY HORROR OH THE BODY HORROR. IT'S GOOD ITS SO GOOD. AND SABBATH IS IN IT AND HES DISGUISED AS A GUY (ISN'T REVEALED UNTIL THE END) AND HE PRETENDS TO PANIC WHEN HE REALISES HIS COWORKERS ARE DEAD AND IT MAKES ME FEEL SICK SO SICK WHEN I REALISED HIS EMOTION WAS FAKE. ITS GOOD ITS SO GOOD ITS SO FUCKING GOOD (nix)

The Book of the Still

Synopsis

The Book of the Still is a lifeline for stranded time travellers — write your location, sign your name and be instantly rescued. When the Unnoticed learn that within the book someone has revealed both their existence and whereabouts they are forced into murderous intercession to find it.

Fitz knows where it is, but then he's the one who stole it. Carmodi, addicted to the energies trapped in frequent time travellers, also knows where it is. But she's the one who's stolen Fitz. Anji, alone on a doomed planet, trying to find evidence of a race that has never had the decency to exist, doesn't know where anybody is.

Embroiled in the deadly chase, the Doctor is starting to worry about how many people he can keep alive along the way...

Propaganda

It's a convoluted nightmare that is absolutely impossible to put down. Beautiful. (anonymous)

The Crooked World

Synopsis

The people of the Crooked World lead an idyllic existence.

Take Streaky Bacon, for example. This jovial farmer wants nothing more from life than a huge blunderbuss, with which he can blast away at his crop-stealing nemesis. And then there's Angel Falls, a racing driver with a string of victories to her name. Sure, her trusted guardian might occasionally put on a mask and menace her for her prize money, but that's just life, right? And for Jasper the cat, nothing could be more pleasant than a nice, long nap in his kitchen — so long as that darn mouse doesn't jam his tail into the plug socket again.

But somebody is about to shatter all those lives. Somebody is about to change everything — and it's possible that no one on the Crooked World will ever be happy again.

The Doctor's TARDIS is about to arrive. And when it does... That's all folks!

Propaganda

I think that the best thing about EU stories is that, by the nature of their medium, they can tell stories that couldn't be shown on the TV due to constraints ranging from TV sensors to budget limitations to the fundamental laws of reality. This is maybe the best example of how the novels can transcend all of that. The action takes place in a world of cartoons, where goofy characters chase each other around and do comedy bits. Sometimes they blow each other up, but they're always fine by the next scene, so it's okay! Enter the TARDIS. The Doctor gets shot in the chest within literal moments of leaving the ship, and his apparent inability to heal sends shockwaves through the denizens of the Crooked World. The travelers' attempts to repair the damage only result in worsening it, as for the first time, the cartoons learn about violence, death, sex, and the fundamental inequalities of their society, culminating in riots in the streets, murder, and the attempted destruction of the world. (Spoilers: the Scooby Gang discovers the corpse of God!) It's fascinating, the vast tonal shifts throughout are masterfully handled, it traumatizes and re-traumatizes you every chapter, and for my money, it's one of the best portrayals of the 'Dr. Nyarlathotep' concept in the EU (though that probably wasn't intentional) (6&7)

Camera Obscura

Synopsis

The Doctor sat alone and listened to the beat of his remaining heart. He had never got used to it. He never would. The single sound where a double should be. What was this new code hammering through his body? What did it mean? Mortal. No, he'd always known he could die. Not mortal. Damaged. Crippled. Through his shirt, his fingers sought the thick ridge of his scar. Human...

The Doctor's second heart was taken from his body — for his own good, he was told. Removed by his sometime ally, sometime rival, the mysterious time-traveller Sabbath. Now, as a new danger menaces reality, the Doctor finds himself working with Sabbath again. From a seance in Victorian London to a wild pursuit on Dartmoor, the Doctor and his companions work frantically to unravel the mystery of this latest threat to Time... Before Time itself unravels.

Propaganda

DESPAIR ACCORDS WITH REALITY BUT I INSIST ON HOPE!!!!!!! GOOD FUCKING BOOK IM UNWELL (anonymous)

The Gallifrey Chronicles

Synopsis

The Doctor's home planet of Gallifrey has been destroyed. The Time Lords are dead, their TARDISes annihilated. The man responsible has been tracked down and lured to Earth in the year 2005, where there will be no escape. But Earth has other problems — a mysterious signal is being received, a second moon appears in the sky, and a primordial alien menace waits to be unleashed...

The stage is set for the ultimate confrontation — for justice to be done. The Doctor and his companions Fitz and Trix will meet their destiny. And this time, the Doctor isn't going to be able to save everyone.

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[thenightling]

 I really, really, really, reeeeaaallly wish people who don't know the characters would stop "explaining' The Sandman to people. Things being spread that are not true:  1.  False: Morpheus is bad with children.  Morpheus is not bad with children.   His fall out with Orpheus was when Orpheus was a grown man.  Calliope even testified at Morpheus's wake that Morpheus was very good with Orpheus when he was small.  He even made him musical instruments.

   2.   False:  "Jessamy was an ordinary raven. That's why she doesn't talk and why she could be shot.   Matthew is a dream-raven so he's different."   No, in the comics Jessamy does talk.  She was Morpheus's Raven since at least the 1780s. And all of his ravens are deceased mortals.  Lucien (now Lucienne) was the first raven and can still take raven form at will according to the story The Hunt.

   3.   False: All Nightmares are evil, it's just their nature.  No. their nature is to be scary in your dreams.  Most of them never really harm anyone outside of the story acted out in your dreams.   It's like the monsters in Nightmare before Christmas.  "Life's no fun without a good scare. That's our job but we're not mean."  Most of the nightmares are actually quite friendly when not doing their jobs. Cain and Abel, for example, would invite you over for tea and biscuits while they tell scary stories.

  4.   False:  Daniel is Morpheus's biological son.   No, it's important to know that Orpheus was his only son, it's a major plot point.  Also Morpheus was in a glass cage when Daniel was conceived in the comics so there’s also that... 5.   False: Morpheus groomed Daniel and could have picked any mortal child to be his heir.   Daniel isn't just his heir.  Daniel IS Dream of The Endless.  It's not a title, it's what he is.   He's not a normal child.   Daniel gestated in dreams for two years after being the result of a woman being impregnated by a ghost.   He's no normal baby.  And, as far as I know, a normal human child can't just become an aspect (Piece) of an Endless.  

6.  False:  Morpheus would tell you to just “stop doing that” if he sees you fall in front of him.

I sort of understand where this comes from since he says “Then stop it” when Delirium tells him it hurts her to be sane.  But we already know he offers to help someone up when she falls in front of him. 7.  False:  Despair would win against “Hope” in “The Oldest Game” but Lucifer didn’t want to say it.  This is repeated so often that those that think they are deep and clever for saying it don’t seem able to stop and think about it.  Hope defeats Despair. They’re two sides of the same coin, each counters the other. Each Endless is a thing and its opposite.  Despair also represents Hope.  Remember, she even accidentally orchestrated the creation of Superman.  Pretty much anything you come up with that can beat hope is defeated by Hope so you have a stalemate, not a victory.   Also in the comics the contest wasn’t even against Lucifer, it was against Choronzon.     

8.  False: "Morpheus hates stairs."  I felt like I was having a stroke on a thread in my Sandman group when someone tried to "Explain" to me that Morpheus doesn't like staircases.  I showed him seated on his stairs in The Sandman: Brief Lives, and they decided to tell me he doesn't like climbing stairs. Umm... What?   Why?    He doesn't have bad legs.   He's the King of Dreams AND a drama queen.  

You don't think he likes to dramatically have a cape billow behind him as he descends or ascends a staircase like Christopher Lee's Count Dracula?      There's even a Netflix poster of him standing ON a staircase. it's petty but I am tired of people spreading false information about The Sandman canon and then other people fall for it and assume it's true because it's gone unquestioned.          

[acourtofthought]

Honestly I hope Elucien is next so we can finally get the E/riel's off our backs (and hopefully out of the fandom since they're sOoOoOo against it) for good. Idk if I can do another 2+ years of discourse this intense kgjdn its making fandom and the stories straight up not fun anymore and it feels like there's no way to block it out??

I guess either way, whether it's Gwynriel or Elucien, we'd get some sort of relief from the craziness in the fandom.

But personally I do think it's time for Elucien's story. SJM has been building not only their relationship but their personal journey's since ACOMAF (2016) and it's time. It's time to decide Tamlin and Springs fate (probably happening in an Elucien book). It's time to reveal Helion as Lucien's father. It's time to free Vassa and the girls that have been trapped since ACOMAF (but we only learned about in ACOWAR). It's time for us to hear in Elain's own words how she feels about being made, the loss of her father, her mating bond, having stabbed someone, her powers, etc. It's time for Lucien to have a real home of his own. It's time for Elain to leave the Court where her sisters call her a dog and a pleasant companion. Where she's prevented from doing more by others. Where she had to remind her own sisters she's not a child to be fought over and they don't get to tell her what she can or can't do. I do realize I'm biased however I am surprised that anyone wouldn't think Elain is overdue for getting a POV.

Those things have gone on so long with no resolution that it's starting to feel weird. Seriously, how many more books can the characters talk about Elain ignoring Lucien, them leaving their mating bond in a stalemate and kind of just ignoring Elain for IC business in general. How many more books do we need to read about Tamlin being depressed and leaving Spring defenseless? How many more books does Lucien need to suffer an unaccepted bond and how wrong would it be if Az is given a HEA before him after Az had zero respect for Lucien's bond and zero respect for Lucien himself? Something about that would not feel fair 😂. Az will get his HEA but I'm not sure he deserves an immediate reward after not really caring whether he kills Lucien.

If Elucien isn't next, what would SJM even do with Elain's character? She can't have her start taking on a bigger role with the IC, then it wouldn't make sense for her to leave, it would seem like she was where she belonged. So is Sarah going to have her in the background gardening while the IC still never asks her to join in on meetings? Hiding in her room? There's no storyline for Elain until she has her own book. Elain won't heavily feature in a Gwynriel book but if she's still living in the NC, then SJM is going to have to come up with something for her because anytime Az meets with Rhys, Feyre, Nesta, Amren, Cassian, etc......Elain needs to be somewhere.

Gwynriel definitely has things to address, both together and as individuals, but really, they can wait a bit 😂

[sootrootdoot]

ok saw your post..answer, with pictures..now. here.

Does penny like M&Ms?

Does penny have rabies, since he drools, and it doesn't look like he touched water in a few decades..

Does Penny like 90 pennywise?

Penny, are you a living loony toon?

How do you feel about racism and homophobia? You seem to be apart of those communitys..

Lastly, whats your fav child youve ate???

Answering questions in order + based on who I think ur asking!

Does he like M & M's? Of course he does! He loves anything candy, and has strong opinions on different types of the same kind/versions. Like the oreos. lol.

He doesn't have rabies :) I'm pretty sure at this point he does the whole drool thing on purpose. His most frequent tunnels underground usually are just runoff tunnels and not from actual human waste sewage, so its more earthy than shitty.

Both pennys have opposite cycles, one is up the other is snoozing.. I'm gonna say for my world it's 4 years instead of.. 27... aaand they stay awake for a whole 4 years before sleeping for 4 (blah blah.) (fanon)

But ehh, a light stalemate of sorts between the two.

A.... Living Loony Toon? I am not a cartoon! I am Pennywise the Dancing Clown!

Racism and homophobia.. Hmm, No, foolish human concepts. But as a tool to instill fear in my prey? Play the part if I must! A kid may fear snakes, or a youth pastor, the dark, oh, so many ways to bring flavor! (Soot here, just clarifying he means to say that he is neither of them.)

OOh, each is so different! I do not have a favorite. I don't know!

[navia3000]

a l l t o o w e l l

Includes : Bellamy Blake

Genre : Angst, very little fluff

Warnings : Minimal use of Y/N, first person pov, mentions of fighting, mentions of praimfaya, not proofread

Based on : All Too Well by Taylor Swift

Wind in my hair, I was there, I was there

Y/N and Bellamy Blake had a complicated relationship from the start. From the moment the drop ship landed on Earth and Blake asserted his dominance over the 100, she despised him. He was arrogant, cocky, and rude.

However, Clarke Griffin, a close friend of hers, insisted on an “alliance” of sorts, claiming it was necessary for survival. And now, the girl has to bite her tongue as Clarke and Blake have become the leaders of the 100, the king and queen.

The 100 were currently working on building a wall around the campsite to help defend from the grounders. She had been helping put the walls up for hours, and was in desperate need of a break.

Even though she knew both Clarke and Bellamy would scorn her if they saw her, she snuck outside the camp and walked to a quiet meadow away from the chaos in the drop ship.

She sat on a log among the grass and flowers, breathing in the floral and earthy scents. She couldn’t help but look back on her time on the Ark and its stale, metallic scent. She was glad that she was among the few people to come back to Earth. She used to dream of feeling the blades of grass tickle the palms of her hands, the flower petals caressing her nose and cheeks, the scent of dirt and trees and leaves and greenery blessing her scent buds.

The snap of a twig brought her out of her nostalgic thoughts, defenses coming up immediately in fear of a Grounder. She didn’t think to bring a weapon with her, being in desperate need of a break.

She turned to find not a Grounder, but Bellamy Blake stalking towards her, a stern look on his face. “What are you doing out here?” He sounded angry.

It was her turn to scowl. “I’m taking a break, what are you doing?”

“I saw you sneak off. Are you insane? There are Grounders out here, and you didn’t even tell anyone you were leaving.”

“Jeez, Blake, I’m only a couple minutes away from camp. Plus, what do you care if a Grounder gets me?”

He seemed taken aback by her question. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke. “Of course I care. Keeping you guys safe is my responsibility.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” They stared at each other for what felt like eons, until she patted the space next to her, inviting him to sit. Maybe it was the serene atmosphere that made her extend an invitation, or maybe it was the fact that she was tired of the constant battle between her and Bellamy. They were like ice and liquor, like water and vinegar.

He hesitated for a moment before moving to sit with her. The pair sat in silence, taking in the view in front of them. Maybe being in each other’s company wasn’t so bad.

Down the stairs, I was there, I was there

“Where is he?” She was frantic, eyes scanning the drop ship for Bellamy. Murphy had come back from being tortured by the Grounders, bringing an infectious illness along with him. They had spent hours taking care of the sick delinquents, when the girl had been told about Bellamy getting sick. Her and Bellamy had reached a sort of stalemate after their “moment” in the meadow. They didn’t hate each other, but they didn’t like each other.

She lies to herself, because, she does like him. More than she wants to. And now, hearing he’s sick with this deadly disease made her regret all the times she had argued with him.

“He’s here,” Clarke pointed to a secluded corner in the ship, where she saw Octavia leaning over her brother, a wet rag to his forehead. “You shouldn’t be in here,” Clarke warned, but the girl didn’t listen. She rushed to Bellamy’s side, and her heart broke seeing his face contorted in pain.

She took the rag from Octavia’s hands, “go rest.” She watched as Octavia smiled appreciatively, and walked away.

As she put the rag to Bellamy’s forehead, she saw Bellamy’s eyes open and focus on her, his chocolate irises burning with concern. “What- what are you doing?” Bellamy choked out. “You’ll get sick.”

She shushed him, smiling sweetly, hoping to bring some sort of comfort to the sick man. “It’s okay. Just close your eyes.” He stared at her a little longer, before deciding to close his eyes, knowing she would stay by his side the whole night.

Sacred prayer, I was there, I was there

“She did it,” Octavia whispered. Clarke had finally pulled the lever, destroying the City of Light along with A.L.I.E. Bellamy and Octavia watch as their friends and the citizens of Polis snap out of their trance, being relieved from A.L.I.E’s hold.

Bellamy, however, was focused on one person. Y/N. The girl he hated and grew to love. His girl.

After their experience in Mount Weather, Bellamy and her’s relationship evolved, growing closer together.

Unfortunately for Bellamy, she was forced to take the Key, making her forget her happy memories with Bellamy, and turning her into A.L.I.E’s most trusted soldier.

She had been fighting Bellamy and Octavia, using the skills she learnt from Octavia and the Grounders. Bellamy didn’t want to fight her. He hated the thought of hurting her. But her pursuit against him was relentless, her punches hurting more and more.

They were close to killing each other, until Clarke ended it all.

He watched as she snapped out of whatever trance she was in. Her eyes were glazed over with confusion, but they cleared once they landed on his. At once, she launched herself into his arms. He held tightly onto her, relief flooding his body.

She pulled back to look him in the eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Bell,” she whispered. She pushed her lips onto his, letting the kiss speak the words she couldn’t say.

Bellamy kissed back with as much passion, feeling his crumpled heart straighten itself out again.

He was never going to let her go again.

It was rare, you remember it all too well

Bellamy watched down from the window of the ship, memories playing in his head like a film on a movie screen. However, this film wasn’t a happy one. This film was one of sadness, tragedy, betrayal. Bellamy regrets that moment every day of his life. He regrets the moment he had to leave his lover along with his best friend on Earth, abandoning them to radiation that would kill them.

If only things didn’t turn out this way. Bellamy lives every day in space plagued with dreams of what his life could’ve been. Of him being with her, hugging her, kissing her. Living a normal life. A life without Grounders, radiation, killer AI. A life where him and her could be happy. If only things were different.

If only the weren’t doomed from the start.