#so like im barely even yoinking. really.

[lesbiangiratina]

Yay someone mentioned daisuke’s previously untranslated comments about testament’s pathetic nature and incomplete existence on their wikipedia page i can yoink this for my cooler wiki without feeling like i will be killed

[kaiserouo]

If an operator and a warframe goes to an amusement park do they have to pay for one ticket or two

[forsaken-headcanons]

IM SO SADD I BARELY GET TO SEE CONTENT OF CHANCE OWNING A CASINO☹️☹️ I MEAN ISNT ITBLIKE SO GOOFY BRU LIKE CMONNNRM..

Chance's casino is named 'Spade's Den' and it's one of the more famous and popular ones, whether or not Spade was named after the casino or the casino was named after Spade.. who knows?

Chance actually inherited the casino, given he's a nepobaby I thought it'd like.. fit.. but he's practically changed everything about it, disliking how it wasn't fair, and maybe he'd be nitpicky about the color scheme, he probably renovated it all, and wanted a big building for practically everything, the new building is uh.. im talking about stereotypical, famous casinos you'd imagine..

Plus, since it's a big name casino it also features like, everything, since casinos also tend to have other methods to attract people to come in, be it drinks, food, performances, he's no brokie thats for sure, and auctions are DEFINETLY held for limiteds trading every now and then at the casino lol which BOOSTS its popularity.

Since he's literally the owner of the casino and STILL comes in gambling, i think it'd be really funny if no one knew what the owner of the casino looked like just so he doesn't get swarmed by people, so the staff constantly imagines the boss as this ominous, lurking figure and then groan when they see a man with sunglasses coming in to gamble everyday.

I also think Chance would be really efficent with delegating his work and placing systems in place JUST so he can have more freetime to gamble, there was probably sleepless nights to hire security guards, staff and discuss the costs, and with some tips from his parents, overall, I like to think Chance's casino would more so work like a well oiled machine due to how absent the owner is sometimes, LOTSS of staff everywhere by the way, their uniform is similar to Chance's milestone skins.

Another note is that casinos are usually connected to the mafia? I'd imagine they'd try to work together with Chance one day after having seen the rapid growth of 'Spade's Den', either through bribing money, rigging slot machines or offering 'protection' services, Chance denied it all even when it would benefit him the most, saying that it'd be best not to get involved in criminal activity.

"Ethical gambling guys.."

He sometimes gets so drunk though he stays over at the casino and points a flintlock at whoever tries to get him out, at some point they called the higher ups of security and said higher up IMMEDIATELY recognized the man who was kneeling and throwing up all over the expensive carpet whilst still trying to win it big on the slot machine and they start contemplating wth they should do

When Chance wakes up hung over though, he usually gives whoever he threatened a mysteriously big payment..

anwyays uhmm.. yeah!!🙏🙏 IWKSEOOWOSD

Headcanons yoinked.

[averycutesalamander]

ok uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh pseudoincest under the cut again. and uh. general nsft content. see previous post for more context lol

ok. the club scene. im doing all of these snippets as regular text instead of screenshots bc there's too damn much lol.

so before you get there there's this bit:

You dress a lot sluttier than is strictly necessary. Heels, fishnets, a low-cut crop top, a tight leather jacket, a truly obscene miniskirt – the whole nine yards. The jacket is probably your favorite part; it frames your bust so perfectly that the instant you try it on, you know you'll have to keep it. You spruce it up with some colored bracelets and a bit of extra jewelry, but as a whole, it speaks for itself. …The collar is probably the most egregious part of the whole outfit. You don't get a custom name tag, though, which is comforting in the sense that it makes you feel like a little less of a freak. It could be worse. It's just to fit in. Obviously. Just to fit in.

(and i havent written it yet but trust me when i tell you that this poor man almost has a fucking stroke when he sees you JHABWJHABFJHBFJ)

so you both get there and you're doing some scouting, right. and you notice that occasionally some individual people or couples will go past this guarded door, and they all have these bracelets that have a really particular pattern. so obviously bracelet = some kinda passkey probably. he also recognizes one of the people that goes through as one of the people behind the operation, so that just confirms that the underground area is through there. so you send him off to go yoink a bracelet from somebody when they're alone, and you chill by the bar to keep an eye out. and then a guy walks up and starts chatting you up.

"You're new here, right?" the stranger asks. Your heart jumps into your throat, and your nervous laugh isn't entirely for show. "What gave it away?" "I'm here pretty often." He leans in with a smirk. "And new blood always has a particular look when they walk in here." Then, his gaze falls down to your collar, and his grin widens even further. "No leash, huh?" Your face flushes with heat at the thought, because now you're thinking about Boothill holding your leash, and holy shit, you need to cut that out right the fuck now. You laugh with no small amount of awkwardness, fiddling with your hands as you look away. "Oh, I, um… didn't think to put one on, honestly." He hums, taking a sip of his drink. "Well, hey," he begins, reaching back into his pocket. Then, to your horror, he pulls out a leather leash, black with red designs; before you can even blink, he leans forward and clips it onto your collar with all the ease of breathing. Your mortification multiplies ten times over when he twists the length of it around his wrist, forcing you closer. "Fresh meat gets freebies," he says flirtily, grinning like the cat that got the cream.

and that's when boothill gets back. and he's fucking PISSED.

"Back off," he snarls, low and dangerous, like the rumble of thunder that signals an incoming storm. "C'mon, man, we're just having a little–" Boothill grabs him by the collar, his eyes gleaming red like blood, his bared teeth glinting in the club lights. "I don't share." You swear your heart stops dead in your chest. You did not just feel a pulse in your core. You did not just have a shiver run up your spine. You are being so, so normal right now. You are having a completely normal reaction. The stranger suddenly pales, letting you go without missing a beat. "H– Hey, woah. Sorry, I just thought– With the bracelet–" Oh. Oh, fuck. Your fucking bracelets. You tug quickly at Boothill's sleeve, starting to sweat at the feeling of eyes on you. "C'mon, let him go." You feel like a cornered prey animal when he turns his gaze to you, his eyes smoldering like coals in the dim light. "You think I'm just gonna let him–" God, you want to strangle him. You grab his jacket and yank him close as you lean forward. Then, you hiss in his ear, "They think you're my dom, and they think ya wanna share me." You bite hard on your lip when he chokes, no doubt sprinting through every stage of grief just like you did only moments ago. "They probably use color codes to know if someone is down to share or not, and I'm a fuckin' moron, and I didn't think about my bracelets."

so then the two of you skitter off, feeling EXTREMELY awkward, and then. and then. and thenahbwdawjdhabwjdhab

(for some reason this part does not want to indent so just pretend it's indented)

-

You can feel the prickle of suspicious eyes on you.

Shit. Someone saw that fuck-up. Anyone legitimate would know the color codes, and the fact that you didn't calls the whole thing into question. If they give your invites a second glance, it wouldn't be difficult to cross check to confirm your identities, and at that point you can kiss that data – and probably your life – goodbye.

You can't go for the door – not while you're being watched. You need to quell suspicions, but how?

Your horrible, wretched, disgusting mind provides a single answer, and no other.

Fuck. Fuck. You're panicking. You're panicking, and you need a second to think without having to worry about looking sketchy. And in a crowded place like this, there's really only one way to get a modicum of privacy.

You spin around, grabbing Boothill by the jacket and yanking him against you, forcing him to pin you to the wall. You're almost alarmed by how easily he follows you; surely he could've resisted, right?

…Wishful thinking. It doesn't matter.

This is for the mission. For the mission. It's for the mission.

He freezes against you, his body somehow going even more rigid than it already is, then immediately starts to pull away.

"Somebody's watchin' us," you quickly whisper. "Act like– Act like you're touchin' me. If they check our invites, we're fucked."

He swallows heavily, but he obeys; your heart leaps into your throat when he crowds closer, his arms on either side of you. His hair brushes against you as he leans down, hovering over the crook of your neck. One of his hands trails down, hovering hesitantly over your hip, and you're struck by the soul-crushing realization that you're on the verge of begging him to just fucking touch you.

For the mission. For the mission.

It's for the fucking mission.

You feel like you're going to lose your mind. You can smell him, rich and masculine and damn near identical to the way it was years and years ago, and wow, you do not appreciate the fact that you can remember that so clearly. His presence is intoxicating, so heady that it leaves you dizzy. It only gets worse when he shifts, moving until his lips are hovering right beneath your jaw, and god, fucking shit, you would do fucking anything to have him bite you right now. You want to feel his hands, his teeth, his–

"This is crazy," he mutters, and you fight to restrain a shiver when the hot wash of his breath hits your skin. "I oughta just light this whole place–"

You'll choose to believe that the spike of panic that runs through you is a reasonable fear for your safety, and not rooted in something much, much worse.

"Do not blow our cover," you hiss. "You might survive gettin' shot full a' holes, but I definitely won't."

He makes a noise that seems mildly offended. "I wouldn't let ya get shot."

"Yeah, well, I'd really rather not test it." You swallow, readjusting your hands clenched in his jacket. He's so fucking warm you can feel it radiating into you despite the distance. "And if we fuck this up now, there's no way we're ever gettin' that data."

He makes a displeased sound, something close to a growl, and holy fucking god in heaven, he's right next to your ear, and the gravel in his voice just ran straight down your spine and into your core and what in the absolute fuck is wrong with you–

"You got eyes on whoever's watchin'?" he rasps, and you startle slightly when you realize that your eyes slid closed without even realizing.

Get it together. Get it together.

"Girl at the far end of the bar, fourth seat from the left." Your palms are sweating. It only gets worse when you see the stranger move. "Fuck. She's getting up."

"Where's she goin'?"

His lips just barely brush against your skin when he speaks, and for a moment, your entire thought process is completely derailed, because you swear on your life you just felt him shiver, but–

"Focus," he growls, and your core clenches so tight that you're honestly worried you're about to pass out.

Still, you obey – and you're glad you did, because your heart leaps into your throat.

Shit. Now your nerves are reasonable.

"Toward us."

"Son of a forkin' bench," he hisses. "Sorry 'bout this, kid."

You swear your heart stops dead in your chest when he reaches down, grasping both of your thighs and hauling you up against the wall like you're lighter than air. Unthinkingly, you hook your legs around his waist, and there is absolutely no reason that you should wrap around him so perfectly, with your thighs slotting snugly against his hips. Then, he presses as close as he can without actually touching you, the chill of his metal palms biting into the tender skin of your thighs in a way that's so good it transcends words.

And then he starts to move.

He doesn't touch you, but he starts to shift his hips like he's grinding into you, and holy shit you're going to die, you're going to keel over right here, your heart is going to explode in your chest and you're going to die–

The way he has to force your thighs open to avoid making contact is fucking unbelievable. Your legs are clenching involuntarily, fighting to draw him closer, to sate the ravenous hunger building in your gut – but he doesn't budge in the slightest. He's not even straining; the power imbalance is so impossibly uneven that you're practically helpless against the sheer force of his strength. He could shift your panties to the side right here and slide into you, and you wouldn't be able to stop him – wouldn't want to stop him.

You grit your teeth, frantically trying to recenter yourself, scrambling to create some facade of normalcy.

He's your uncle. He's probably twice your fucking age, and you knew him as a kid, and you thought he was hot as a teenager, and no you didn't you definitely didn't. You're normal. You're normal, and you aren't a fucking freak, and there's nothing broken in your brain and you're so incredibly normal. You aren't wet right now. You are not wet right now. Absolutely not. There is no way. Only a fucking freak would be wet right now, and you aren't a freak, so you aren't wet.

(You don't know why you're bothering to lie to yourself. You already knew the truth.)

He's your fucking uncle, and that reminder should immediately douse the fire raging in your gut, but the fact remains that it doesn't. You're burning hotter than ever, and everything you try only feeds the flames.

Even without him touching you directly, you can feel your cunt throbbing with need, aching so badly you could cry. The strangled whine that escapes your throat isn't even for show. You need him. You need him, and isn't that fucking despicable? You want him like no one you've ever wanted before. Even with the distance, you can feel the power behind every lax stroke of his hips, and all you can think about is how he'd feel sinking into you, how he'd fill you, how he'd stretch you to your limit. You want him so bad you could die, and isn't that awful? Because you'll never, ever have him.

You're in hell. You're in hell. You have the devil looming over your shoulder and between your legs and pressing in and there's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and–

Suddenly, he readjusts so he's holding you up with one arm – fuck, he isn't even straining – and then snatches up your leash with his newly freed hand. You think your soul almost leaves your body when he tugs on it, just hard enough to make you jolt.

"Quit squirmin'," he growls, and you swear on your life he presses closer, because the very front of his jeans brushes against the thin fabric of your panties, a ghost of pressure against your clit. And then it happens again, just a little harder,and your vision goes white – and you're honestly, truly terrified that you just fucking came, but you didn't, and you aren't sure if that's better or worse. You worry that your teeth are going to fracture with how hard you're grinding them.

"I– I'm sorry," you hiccup, and you mean it, with your entire heart and soul. You're clenching your fists so hard in his jacket that your bones ache.

His voice makes you jump, even though he sounds substantially gentler now. "Still got eyes on her?"

You make a confused noise before you can fully process the question, and then embarrassment hits you full-force, clarity hitting you like a brick. Right. Obviously, that's… Right.

What a fucking lunatic. God, you need to get it together.

You scan the crowd as subtly as you can from over his shoulder, but you can't see her anymore, nor do you see anyone looking at you now. You're just another couple in a sea of people, unremarkable in your perversion, real or not.

"…No."

You don't fully manage to bite back a disappointed whimper when he puts you down, and your skin feels cold the moment his hands leave you.

Holy fuck, you are soaked. You can't even be demure about it. You're literally dripping down your thighs, and it's so fucking mortifying that you actually contemplate collapsing into yourself like a black hole. Get it together. Get it together.

"Let's get down there while we still can," he murmurs, and you almost jump out of your skin when his hand presses gently against your back, guiding you toward the guarded door.

-

THIS SCENE. THIS FUCKING SCENE. AFHWABFJHAWBFJAHBFHJAWFVBJAHGFVBAHWFVGAHGFVAH BLOWING MYSELF UP !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ganondoodle]

was watching another totk video and through that found out what the reward is for completing koltins quests, honestly im not really surprised but also baffled and it really just shows, once again, that totk kinda does exactly what you shouldnt do in a sequel imo.. double down on all the bad stuff of the previous title

at this point i have talked about various problems in detail but i just keep realizing over and over just how much of the wrong lesson they seemed to take from botw, they recycled almost everything from botw by changing some paint or some words, made a giant game even bigger and filled it with boring and tedious busy work that has mediocre to insulting rewards EVEN MORE than botw

game too big and empty? make it TWICE as big, change barely anything about the map of the previous title and the new added map(s) is ONE biom that almost everywhere looks the same and even emptier with little to do

too many krogs? MAKE IT MORE and double down on the literally shit reward bc its the SAME just with one more stack of shit

too many shrines with short puzzles? ADD EVEN MORE and make them even shorter and easier to complete, alot of them not even involving a puzzle and multiple being an utterly out of place tutorial that could have been explained to you in a single text box

rewards in the overworld being mostly either a krog or a shrine which gets repetetive with shrines being ALOT and krogs being wayyy too many? add even MORE shrines and EVEN MORE krogs, but now add over a hundred of caves to it that all get repetetive after just a few of them and you only do them for a shrine or a currency you have to collect to get one cool looking but pretty bad to use armor set and a piece of cloth for your parasail that you can only use one of at the tiem and to switch have to go back to a specific NPC, theres ghost lights to collect which only serve to yet again buy one armor set from a set of NPCs and ar meaningless afterwards, the light roots dont require you to do anything but walk to them and the reward for finding them all is a "you did it" sticker that doesnt even stick (its useless)

weapons break too quickly? well make the weapons you can find even worse to force you to fuse a material to it so its at all usable BUT IT STILL BREAKS and when it does it breaks not JUST the weapon but ALSO a material, materials that you will need for now EVEN MORE EXPENSIVE armor upgrades too, weapons cannot be rewards anymore either bc they will always have to be fused with something to make them stronger bc none is strong on its own- this also applies to THE MASTERSWORD, something ALSO complained about that it still 'breaks' even after empowering it through the DLC in botw, and now it cant even BE empowered (bc no DLC) unless you fuse soemthing to it (to. the. MASTERSWORD.) EVEN THO EMPOWERIGN THE MASTERSWORD IS THE ENTIRE POINT OF ZELDAS ULTIMATELY MEANING- AND CONSEQUENCELESS SACRIFICE !!

the dungeons were to samey and simple? make them look different but keep the core structure (activate terminals in completely seperate from each other "puzzles", fight boss) while also makign them be even more skippable (climable walls, the ceiling jump ability- something the titans DIDNT have) with incredibly easy bossfights that end with an embarassing copy and paste scene that hits you over the head with long known and obvious information over and over

people didnt like how the story was so detached from everything in the present? well, make the story and the present EVEN MORE detached from anything in the present, so far in fact that there is literally no connection to it aside from zelda who is the only connective thread and is also only treated as such (she is as personality lacking as sonia as soon as shes yoinked into the past) and the suddendly and out of nowhere intruduced architecture and history that wasnt a thing in botw but is treated like it was always there

people didnt like how far botw was detached from all other zelda games? ok totk is not only FURTHER detached from those it also completely detached itself from its on predecessor :)

people didnt like the memory system? ok make it WORSE then, its a linear story now that you can ruin by seeing even one out of order, they are super short and dont give you anymore context to anythign than the things you could figure out yourself or were already told really, instead of giving you views into a characters personality you get to view a basic plot summary of a story that is so flavorless and predictable i knew what would happen from the start yet acts like its being vague and cool that i felt like i was beign treated like a literal toddler

too few enemy types? well, we will reuse the old ones EVEN MORE thant before over twice the map and the new ones that are there are either utterlly irrelevant to change up the gameplay or largely feel like the old ones just with a paint job (constructs), the griocks looked cool at first but are just a more annyoing version of the lynels (who feel like an actual duel, akin to a proper boss)

even the things that were adressed, or attempted to, didnt fully work, like the bosses ARE more unique, but also still so incredibly easy and ALSO have multiple duplicats just sitting around in the underground despite them being supposedly the root of the problems of the regions (i like refighting bosses, but id rather have a character that lets me choose ok i wann fight this one again and teleporte me into a vision or sth- also the most fun fights arent even part of it (koga) )

the rain complaint got a new effect type to counteract it, which ... doesnt work well, you need specific materials to make potions with that effect which you also need to upgrade the only armor set wit hthat effect that ONLY works once you upgrade it (i think ... i dont know how high i got it but if even the full upgraded set doesnt negate the rain effect i will not be surprised either lol) also it adds just yet another effect type that spams your inventory and you dont really need .... or i might be the only one that saw no value at all in the "attack up when hot" new type of effects bc it felt so specific and situational while also having a way better option (just make it a standard attack up thing?) at least in my eyes-

... ill stop here .... this got longer again didnt it O-o

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

Hi!!! Sorry I know you reblogged that DVD fic commentary post like literally last year HOWEVER I have been going insane over your Cinderella!pete fic and (not)imaginary friend tinkly and was hoping you would like to share your thoughts? It’s fine if you don’t I just really love all of your npmd fics!

Hi Hi Hi @sanguineed!!! Sorry this took so long I have SO many thoughts and honestly i apologize if this is NOTHING i truly just infodumped about thought process for like a million words and have no clue if it's anything or even coherent hgkjdflkll

(Cinderella Pete fic link)

(Imaginary Friend fic link)

OKAY SO starting with Cinderella pete:

I’m honestly obsessed with Cinderella aus they’re my one weakness because I’m a big hurt/comfort and fairy tale loser and they are DEEP in that hurt-comfort-fairy-tale sauce, but they’re also a very fun blank slate that you can do SO MUCH WITH

So, honestly, from the second I watched NPMD and the characters burrowed their way deeply into my beautiful mind I had a really bare bones ‘day-dream-a-fic-in-my-brain’ lautski cinderella au that was nothing and I never planned on writing it and then one of the Lautski Week prompts was fairy tale and I rewatched season one of once upon a time (unrelated to the prompt list, i do that like once a year) it very rapidly because A Much More Detailed thing

I didn’t want to just do a normal step-family plot line because then that gets very weird and complicated having to really hone in on the non-existent spankoffski parents and I wanted Ted to be involved, so i just, honestly, fully yoinked Erica from princess and the pauper’s backstory and went ‘okay that works’

AND THEN back to once upon a time (in case y’all aren’t fellow ouat-heads): so in that show rumplestiltskin canonically murders cinderella’s fairy godmother and becomes her new fairy godmother (just, like, much more sinisterly) and that concept is so horrific and fascinating that it has been rotating in my brain since I was nine years old and resurfaced just in time as I was starting this fic

Because I honestly wasn’t sure if I was going to have a traditional fairy godmother at first? I was just going to have his friends help him, and then I was like OH! Miss Holloway! Of course! And then tinky slowly rose into view in the middle distance and unfortunately there was NOTHING i could do but make him the fairy godmother stand in (which, thank god, tbh idk if I would have been able to write a substantial enough plot without him there to make things Bad)

It just all worked out SO well in a way I really wasn’t expecting because Steph is a REALLY fun prince(ss) charming! Because she’s Not! Good! At! It! But thats almost entirely because she’s Not! Trying! To! Be!

It’s just very fun to show the contrast between both steph and pete having been born into their roles/titles, and how it affects them/they react to it. Steph’s got way more expectations, and her role is technically more ‘important’ but she resents a lot of the really awful parts and isn’t being supported in the way she should be so of course she’s not the best at it! And on the flip side pete is WAY overqualified for what he has to do and he KNOWS that but there's literally nothing he can do to fix it,,,,, and,,,, they’re gonna kiss,..,.,..

Ughghghh theres so much more about this fic id love to talk about but honestly all the really fun stuff is still coming so I may have to come back to this post so i dont spoil! I do have to say: pete’s about to have such a bad time and then eventually SUCH a good time!

AND THEN YES NON-IMAGINARY FRIEND TINKY!!!! MY BELOVED!!!

I’m honestly so thrilled I was actually able to pull that one into a real fic, because it was just such a fun concept that bonked around in my head for like a week and I was convinced it was gonna stay there. But it didn’t! And you all seem to enjoy it so im very glad!!

Honestly that one stems ENTIRELY from the line in the nmt Yellow Jacket where Lex says she used to be able to see Webby (i thinkkkkkk someone also made a tumblr post about the same thing that wormed it’s way into my brain but i have NOT been able to find it so if someone knows the one Im talking about plssss let me know) and i started to think about the lords in black potentially pulling a webby on their own chosen?

Because Tinky is obsessed with ted, we know this, but theres a HUGE age gap between pete and ted and i think it would be very fun for a tinky to look down at one time line’s ted, whose already eighteen-ish and at best would think he was losing his mind, and try to get to him through his not-yet-born brother,,,,, like it’s so upsetting,,,,, very fun though

I also just REALLY love writing the spankoffski brothers (i’ve got two older siblings, one of whom is significantly older than me, and sibling dynamics are some of my favorites to write) and it was really fun to explore them at the Peak of their age gap. Ted is such an interesting character; he loves his little brother but he’s also an asshole and pretty self-centered so he’s doing a lot right (answering pete’s questions, not caring what Pete wears, trying his best not to swear or upset him) but he isn’t Built for child care so he’s also ignoring pete for his tv show and prone to snap when something that (admittedly is so incredibly fucked up) upsets him gets brought up. 

He’s a guy who works best in extreme situations; he’s the best at being a brother when he’s thrown into action (getting pete out of the road/forcing his parents to get pete help), but he’s not exactly a Bad brother other times,,,, he’s just a dude,,,, just a guy,,,, 

I also kind of wanted to make it unclear if pete Does have low blood sugar episodes or if thats tinky all on his own, because i think playing with the Power Of Belief is a really fun thing in stories like this (can you…. tell i ran essentially an It fandom blog for like three years ghfksl)

So, to break the Pete-tinky belief timeline down (prob unnecessarily but i think it’s fun):

Pete was born and tinky has ALWAYS been there, Pete does not think this is at all weird and also has always known tinky so it would be like suddenly deciding your mom isn’t real– you wouldn’t do it, it wouldn’t even cross your mind

He’s a kid, so everyone humors him and assumes it’s an imaginary friend thing (and his parents are older and old fashioned so even if it sometimes tilted a little farther from conceivable little kid with an imaginary friend territory they’d never EVER assume or mention that it could be something a little more serious/an actual problem)

Any time his voices doubts about people thinking tinky was imaginary tinky 'very logically' explains it as pete just being special, so the only one who can see him, and, once again, he’s always seen and known tinky was there so this makes way more sense then him just NOT BEING REAL

He does something really dangerous, TED specifically forces everyone to actually figure it out, and the only conceivable thing a doctor can find is pete is diabetic, specifically prone to low blood sugar episodes, which can cause hallucinations

Pete is a Very Logical kid, and suddenly a seed of doubt has actually been planted with reasoning

Tinky knows this and Does Not Like it but as it keeps going and he keeps getting more upset and everyone keeps making a plan to deal with pete’s diabetes he’s started to get more and more convinced that tinky might not actually be real

Once he’s more convinced than he isn’t that tinky is a hallucination tinky starts to lose his hold, and once pete starts taking low blood sugar precautions he either creates a block so tinky can ONLY show up to him when his blood sugar is low OR tinky personally fucks with his blood sugar so he can be seen (like a fucked up version of lex with webby- it’s just a far more logic and fact based way of growing out of it/not being allowed to fully see him)

As he grows up he forgets just how convinced he had been that tinky was real and just generally gets used to this weird little quirk of his low blood sugar/fully dreads it

THEN pete goes into the old waylon place and because it’s the main alter for the LIB tinky regains ALL his power and then some over pete/the physical world of the house while inside

That’s where the fic gets to, and honestly probably where it’ll stay, but if i was to write more i think it would sort of waver in the opposite direction time line wise, where pete holds onto the belief that tinky isn’t real for a littttle longer than he probably should, even after he kills max and eventually as doubt really creeps in tinky starts showing up more

THEN OKAY SO the one scene I really wanted to write but couldn’t fit it in so I blended parts of it up into the end of the current fic was a little precursor summoning?

So, obviously theres the real summoning, which is SO fun in this au and I’m still praying one day I’ll get enough ideas/spoons to write it, and idk where this would fit in the show timeline, maybe where if I loved you kind of fits or right before it, but essentially:

Pete comes clean to steph, in a way that fits with all the weird supernatural fuckery going on but not fully, honestly (so she doesn’t know the full extent until post-summoning), and the two of them make a plan (that steph DOES NOT LIKE) where he’ll, like, chug some coffee and purposefully trigger a low blood sugar episode so he can see tinky and ask him questions

If i had ended up writing it that would have been when he really realizes that tinky is a real thing; he probably would have pushed it a little too hard until steph gets nervous and kind of forces him swallow a glucose tablet and he snaps out of it (and tinky goes away, but just to fuck with pete and build the tension, not because he has to now)

I hadn’t been totally able to figure out how it would work out in a timeline (Which is why it never got written) but my plan was potentially to have solomon not be the one to show them the book, but instead tinky gives pete the directions, OR, if Solomon does show it to them, pete knows uncomfortably intrinsically how to do the ritual and is almost falling exactly in step with steph’s dad to find the book and on what to do

BUT YES!! Them!!! I know this was a way more general summary kind of overview, so if there were any specific scenes or characters or anything you were interested in lmk! I would love to get into it! Thank you so so much!! There's literally NEVER a time limit on any ask prompt things i reblog im always thrilled to answer! <3<3<3

[fionajames]

Heyy! Can I request a little something on how you think Echo’s time on Skako Minor went down? It can be head canons or whatever you feel like writing ❤️it’s just that I NEED to find out how he got the way he is because like, wouldn’t he have burns or scars if he was really blown up? And how can the explosion take off both legs at around the waist, one arm, and not kill him? I’m not familiar with that kind of stuff, and I’m curious to see what you think.

Thanks! -Sha

skako minor and beyond

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I AM NOT A NURSE/DOCTOR. IM 15. IVE NEVER TAKEN A DOCTORING OR MEDIC COURSE OR ANYTHING. I AM JUST GIVING MY OPINION, THIS IS FANFICTION (kinda) SO YEAH.

Echo wasn’t sure why exactly he did it, but a part of him took over, and suddenly he was running to the ship, his shield up in an attempt to shelter himself. He felt the heat first, the ringing sound of the explosion taking over his hearing. Time froze as his eyes turned to Fives, who he could tell was horrified, even through the visor. Echo hadn’t thought death would be like this, painful and dark. As soon as time had resumed, he’d been engulfed in an explosion of fire.

The battle droids at the battle had returned afterwards to find the Clone covered in rubble, clutching his shield to his body and covering his face, his helmet gone.  That shield and his armour had protected him from death, but he was now bleeding out. Upon order from higher ranking, the droids took the Clone to Medbay, where he was nursed back from his deathly state.

The strange position he’d attempted to shelter himself in and the way his body had turned left him with deadly burned legs and an arm. So the medic droids removed all three limbs and replaced them with robotic legs and a scomp link, I think you called it? I don’t remember.

Echo was in such bad condition from the explosion that he acquired some amnesia, and therefore didn’t think that the droids were enemies when he woke up.

The Techno Union did not treat Echo well, not in the slightest, but he didn’t really remember much and was disoriented, so thought nothing of it.

The medics basically tossed him in a bacta tank a few months after his limbs had healed enough to be able to remove the robotic stuff. He stayed there for hours on end for weeks, which did a lot of his healing and since the scars were still fresh, they healed. 

After that, he went through a lot of torturous machine trying stuff. As in, them plugging him into machines to try and communicate with his subconscious brain or whatever. Pretty messed up but yeah.

Eventually, they found something that worked, and Echo was stuck in the machine from then on until Rex rescued him. That’s why he so pale. He’s pale not just cause of the explosion but because of the, like, 0 vitamin D (the Techno Union were probably pumping that, other vitamins and food or whatever into his body somehow but like, no sun, boi pale. Boi vampire pale).

After coming out of the machine, and over time, Echo’s memory worked. It was back to it’s full condition before they put him in the machine, so when he gets yoinked out, he’s all good.

He’s defo traumatised from everything, but still rather cheery - the Bad Batch Echo we all know and love. 

It takes him a little to get used to his robotic limbs but he gets to before they toss him in the machine. But when he gets out, he’s not able to manoeuvre himself normally at first. It would be hard for someone with all their natural limbs intact to do so, but with robotic limbs, it’s even harder.

Had a breakdown when he asked Rex “Where’s Fives?” and found out.

Like, didn’t leave his room for weeks.

I feel like if Fives was still alive, he would’ve gone back to the 501st but kept in contact with the Bad Batch. I feel like cause Fives wasn’t there, he couldn’t bare to go back there.

Never talks to Fox again. 

Fairly.

I love Fox but like, Echo does not after that.

Has the most horrible night terrors, mostly of his time at Skako Minor, the explosion and then just his imagination creating visions of what Fives’ death might have looked like.

Echo’s very glad he joined the Bad Batch, but always misses the 501st. He will constantly do shit that is so 501st-coded, none of TBB members understand. Like, he’ll make inside jokes and laugh until he remembers and then freeze and sometimes cry. 

Honestly, same boi.

Unrelated headcanon, but I fully believe he got the number five tattooed on the back of his left hand, so he always carries a bit of Fives with him. It’s covered so much that it takes months for TBB to find out.

When he remembers the droids are the enemy, he’s disgusted about how buddy-buddy he treated them. 

So basically, his odd position he was in left his limbs burnt, not ripped off. They however had to be removed because of the burns, and then he was thrown in a bacta tank for ages. 

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[pearlzier]

hihi!!

1- I’m reaching out cause even though we’re moots we barely interact and you seem like a lovely person!! I love your content and really hope we can be friends!! How are you today?

2- I absolutely love your idea for all of your anon requesters to give them emojis, would it be alright if I used that idea? Of course, no pressure and feel absolutely free to say no my darling!!

HIHIHI !!!

1. UR SO SWEET !!! i have been irrationally scared of interacting w u but i love ur writing SO much and ur whole vibe just !! yippee !! OFC WE CAN BE FRIENDS <3 im doing so good tryna be productive but ..... emphasis on try GSJDGD WBUU

2. OF COURSEEE i saw it on here and immediately yoinked it so GO AHEAD !!!!

[pokegalla]

Decided to work on a little chaotic collab with my mutuals.

(Marco belongs to @marco-here

Rebel belongs to @tryslogic

Hero, Lisa, and Bunny belong to me)

@tryslogic and @marco-here

I’m sorry I included you in this chaos- 🤣

They will write the other parts. (Yes there is more-)

Enjoy the chaos✨

A Drink Too Many

“Wanna run that by me again-“ Hero asked.

“I said I want to strengthen the truce between The Star Sanses and Bad Sanses by bringing them closer!” I say with an innocent smile.

Hero pinched his nose ridge, “And to do that…..you want to take them ALL out to drink??? You know this is not going to end well…..I mean in general their teams are already barely getting along. But they are MORTAL ENEMIES. I doubt just a few drinks will-“

“Mi amor? You think too much. And since you also work too much? Take this as an opportunity to unwind for the love of your SANITY-“ I said while pulling him along.

“But I have files to do-! Dammit…..,” Hero ends up getting dragged by me anyway.

And when we go inside the room I rented however?

Utter.

Chaos.

“C’mon ol pal, I know you can go faster than that!” Ink taunted Error.

“I SWEAR IM GONNA FLING YOUR SHORT ASS OUT THE WINDOW-,” Error screeched.

Dream gulps, “H-Hello brother…..”

Nightmare chuckles darkly, “Hello brother…..I see you brought me the golden apple…..”

“Eek-! Brother no! Remember the truce! REMEMBER THE TRUCE-!” Dream had to hide behind Cross.

Let’s not even mention Dust messing with Swap, Killer and Marco pulling pranks, Rebel just either messing around or flirting- so what do I do? Blow horn into a megaphone- everyone stopped and covered their ears or held their heads.

“SIT YO ASSES DOWN-,” I shouted, “God…..listen. Here’s what’s gonna happen. We drink, we have a good time, might get drunk, and we GET. ALONG. You understand me?”

“And if we don’t? We don’t have to you do realize that…..” Nightmare said in a taunting tone. He caught the Chancla I threw at him.

“Don’t get smart with me Jackass! NONE of you are leaving until you’ve had some fun!” I huff.

Ink laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders (after standing on his chair to do so-), “Trust me Lisa! We’re having plenty of fun! Ow-!”

I pinch his cheek, “Having fun being a little shit? Yeah I see that.” I grab Error’s cheek too “You two are sitting together until you get along-“

Error wriggled around, “DON’T SIT ME WITH THAT PIECE OF SHIT SQUID-“ I sat them down anyway, “Shit…..” Ink was giggling with his shit eating grin but I bonk him.

“Don’t start yo shit either. And Marco sit with the Murder trio and Cross. No funny business. Rebel don’t start yo shit either or I’m getting Lust and Fresh on yo ass- And Nightmare let your brother sit with you WITHOUT scaring him-! Swap? You will be helping around as well,” I take a deep breath finally, “And waitress? You got drinks? I’ll take your entire stock- We ALL drinking tonight-“

Bunny jumped, “Lisa you can’t handle your alcohol!!!”

“I WILL TONIGHT-,” I stomp away.

XChara sighs, “……We’re gonna have a rough night huh? Watching these idiots.”

“Yup,” Bunny says, “And unfortunately I gotta do it with you.” She walks away, leaving XChara to process that and shout a loud and offended ‘Hey-!’

Some time went by and everyone was finally unwinding. And I was not slowing down in my drinking- some of the guys were already getting drunk.

Ink was hugging me and giggling nonstop, “This really is fuuuuun! Thanks for the idea Lisa!”

I was suddenly yoinked back via wires, Error huffed, “Hands off the chocolate supply!”

Nightmare suddenly slams the table, making us jump as he suddenly yoinked me away with his tentacles, “You fools…..she’s MINE.”

Small squeak of literal fear, “Help meeeeeee-!”

“I-I’ll help!!! Brother please let her go-!” Dream said, prying at the tentacles.

But Nightmare was too drunk to care, having me near him just to piss off Ink and Error and laugh like a maniac. I definitely need more drinks after this- Hero eventually comes around to help, though it was a struggle. I went to get more drinks, running off before the three got me again.

Hero went to check on the others, “Is everyone alright here too? ……I hope-?”

Hopefully Marco and Rebel are doing better.

[dotmander]

im too embarrassed to put this thought in blorbo server so im going to put it on my infinitely more public tumblr

literally ALL of the power that tara has over caomh was given freely. like. i don't think tara is that great of a fighter - i don't think they can fight at all, really - their one defense is yoinking life force, which....caomh can also do. if he wanted to, he could destroy them in less than 10 seconds. but. he doesn't! he lets them treat him like a fragile thing. he bares his throat and keeps his claws away and they do not hurt him, even though he is handing them to power to do so on a silver platter, even though he is strung tighter than a bowstring waiting for the other shoe to drop.

i dont have a good way to end thus im just thinking about Them

[pesterloglog]

Roxy Lalonde, Jake English

Act 6, page 4225-4226

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began pestering golgothasTerror [GT] at 6:53

TG: holy shit jaaaje

TG: lol *k

GT: Heh heh.

GT: Howdy!

GT: What is all this commotion about?

TG: nothin

TG: just your basic run o the mill holy shit

TG: and also

TG: hi

GT: Ah ok then. Hello it is!

TG: also

TG: want 2 know

TG: what do you want for ur wigglin day

GT: Im not really abreast of the raddest jargon that the cool kids toss about these days.

GT: Maybe because i live alone on an island? I dont know but in any case are you referring to my upcoming birthday?

TG: ys

GT: I see. Very thoughtful of you to consider so early!

GT: I dont wager i could advise with much specificity but i can all but assure you i will find any gesture of yours to be totally capital!

TG: eeaauuuuurghh you are so fuckin adorable

GT: Um... *wrings at kerchief with perspiring mitts*

TG: YOINK nabs kerfief an stops RPing for rest of chat

TG: i was only bringing it up so much in advance because

TG: of the end of the world about to happen and all

TG: and then

TG: i wouldnt get the chance

TG: unless we play this game like a bunch ofsuckers obviously

TG: and all meet up in there and everything

TG: which would toytes kick ass

TG: *totes

TG: but

TG: if you want 2 know what i think..........

GT: Yes?

TG: do ya?

GT: I do want to know what you think!

GT: I always want to know. Because you are always smart and sassy.

TG: best dude ^^^

TG: neway

TG: i really dont think we should

GT: Should what now?

TG: play the game

GT: Why not?

TG: the barnoness wants us to

TG: * baroness

TG: i dont know why

TG: everything i know about it says it should be a good game and real important and itll let us all get togehter and do somethin great and be besf friends for maybe eternity?

TG: but she took all that and twisted it somehow

TG: all i know is shes banking on us doing this and if she needs us to do this than its got to be to make somethin fucking hoorible happen

TG: * horbible

TG: * whore bible

TG: ^ bullseye

GT: Well...

GT: Whore bibles notwithstanding i have it on terrific authority that playing this game will be incredibly important!

GT: So perhaps youre right maybe we are part of her evil plan? But does that also necessarily rule out that good will come of it?

TG: i guess not

TG: i just have a bad feelin

TG: maybay im just like this nutty ass bitsh twirling yarn from a shitwizards nappy brown beard but i cant bring myself to trust a cake sellin genocidal alien overlard sea queen

TG: * overl...

TG: n/m that santence chx out

GT: Agreed. :D

TG: so what is the itinerary again

GT: Intinerwhosit?

TG: regarding the game

TG: whosplaying in what order etc

GT: Oh. Is there such an itinerary?

TG: yeah i think so i think its going like

TG: i start with jane and bring her in the session

TG: then ds brings me in and you bring him in and them jane does you and closes the loop

GT: Where are you getting this intel? Did you guys make a plan or something?

TG: nah dont wory about it

TG: do you want me to set u up w the files now

GT: Ooh, these illicit hacked warez which i heartell were recently jimmied piping hot off the interclouds?

TG: ahahah i love that you were barely even joking with that statement bup yeah basically

GT: The silicon pickpocket strikes again!!! Whom is the wiser? Nobody.

TG: ffffffffff <3

TG: k ill send it but

GT: Yeah?

TG: jake

GT: What?

TG: jjjjjaaake

GT: !!!!!?

TG: youre wearin one of ur dumb computers now arent you

GT: Uh...

TG: you are all thinktyping at me right now while wearing something rudiculous

TG: * RUDEdiculous (hi five 2 self)

GT: Hogswallop! Why would you even think that?

GT: Thats so stupid.

TG: im not letting either of you run this file on your shitty brainwashy propaganda helmets or anything else u got to wear to run

TG: tis my one condition

GT: Fair enough. When i get back from my errand ill situate myself at the trusty old husktop. Acceptable?

TG: ys

GT: Then you have decided to play in spite of your reservations?

TG: i dunno i guess

GT: Bravo!

TG: dont all bravo @ me man youre just bravoing a big ass shrug

TG: i mean maybe

TG: i have every reason to want to play it

TG: im actually dying to play it ok

TG: i mean

TG: you believe me right

TG: about the bad shit that could hapen

GT: Of course i do.

GT: What sort of friend would i be if not?

TG: ok well

TG: dont say that to jabe

TG: *n

GT: She has her ways. I believe they are not incongruous with those of an intelligent and discerning young woman.

TG: ahh CHRIST waht a geneltman

TG: *fixfix

TG: i mean god daaaaaaaaamn

GT: Heh. I guess.

TG: but thats the thing with you

TG: you belvieve in people and also the things they tell you

TG: jane never believed my crap

TG: never any of my warnings about the baroness

TG: didnt believe any of the stuff about my mom

TG: and so on and so on and soon

TG: til after awhile i just stopped even trying to convince her hard or bring up any crazy shit

TG: because u know doing a lot of songs and dances to convince somebody who thinks youre jush shitting them all the time kind of wears on a friendship

TG: and who even needs that

TG: but you believe in stuff

TG: probbly because the more crazy fake shit you believe in the more open the world gets and the more chance there is for adventures being real right

GT: Right o! If a man believes hard enough in imaginary things then i dare say that makes them slightly less fake!

TG: yeah

TG: exaxly what im talkin about

TG: *exsexily *wonk

TG: *wink

TG: its one of those things jane likes about u so much

GT: It is?

TG: which

TG: errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr im not supposed to talk about 2 u evr so nm

GT: Talk about what?

TG: nope

GT: You mean how um...

GT: Well a way in which i suppose...

TG: no nope

GT: Jane is prone to looking upon me with what i fathom to be more than just friendly affection?

TG: nope nope nope nope nope nope

TG: hey look who didnt say nothin about that why it is this silly fuckin drunk girl over here

GT: Its a tricky issue. And you know i adore jane and please dont think i havent given some thought to...

GT: Well that angle on our relationship i guess.

TG: ooof jake jake no please

TG: this is a conversation that cant happen cause i started it and i blew it by saying stuff so u have to foroget it

TG: * 4get it

GT: Oh. Yeah i can see the dilemma this causes for your friendship with her.

GT: Ill drop it.

TG: whew

TG: ok ont this topic

TG: i am now an forever

TG: miss zupperlips

TG: * zupperlups

TG: * ziperlups

TG: sjkhfskjf

TG: * MISS ZUIPPERPIPS

TG: fuck

TG: k this is me 4 futref

TG: ZIIIIIIIP

TG: ^+++++++^

GT: Haha oh my.

GT: Nothing is escaping that lovely ladys whistlemaker! Its shut tight as a drum!!

TG: mmmmrrmmmnnmmm

GT: Whoa wait i hope that didnt sound dirty...

TG: mrrmmrmmnnnmnmnmnmrnrmrnmmmm!!!!!!

GT: Ok but may i say this?

TG: mrm?

GT: If in the future i would like to bring up certain topics completely unsolicited by one who may be sworn to secrecy on those very matters...

GT: And im in need of i guess neutral and totally non compromising advice from a friend do you think that miss zuipperpips might unseal those scandalous metal choppers for a bit?

GT: Fuck that also sounded kinda dirty!!! God dammit.

TG: rm

TG: unzip yeah of course

TG: im totals your bee eff effsy jake

TG: i am like

TG: AT PEACE with that reality fromerly known as a raw fuckin deal for what avenues it closes betewen u and i that bein your bffsy has got to mean but yeah

GT: Wait what?

TG: i am just chill as fuck about being a pale friend to all varieties of cute and eligible as hell peeps

TG: do you see my shoulder and how it says hey friend plz deposit tears here?

TG: that is a LEGIT invite and is like sincere as fuckin BANANAS

GT: Oh. Im sure it is but i dunno how much crying im going to be doing...

GT: Probably none i think.

TG: no i know im just saying

TG: that

TG: ok im now spinning my wheels like a motherfucker but yeah the answer is yes

GT: Great!

TG: and not that im back pebbling but what about your best bro

TG: dont you get 2 talkin to him about girl troubles ever

GT: Yeaaaah...

GT: Well.

GT: Like i said the whole thing is complicated. Best not to get into it all until im ready to you know...

GT: Really start manhandling these bushel loads of prickly pears.

TG: prinkly pears

GT: The pears being the tricky subjects in question.

GT: Metaphorically.

TG: riiiight

TG: snickrz

TG: poor jake

TG: up to his neck in

TG: all the wopes

TG: * woes

GT: Nah its cool.

TG: speaking of which

TG: i heard hes making u track down his roboself

TG: to kill it or something for uranimum

GT: Sigh...

TG: and

TG: the AR disabled the novice setting???

GT: Yes.

TG: hahahahahahhahahahshshshjsjsj

TG: *hahaha

TG: u r so fucked

GT: Oh most certainly.

GT: I was actually just getting all of my final affairs in order when you messaged me.

GT: I was to bequeath to you all my WAB posters.

TG: wab wut

GT: Weekend at bernies dammit!!!!!!

TG: oh fuck yeay

TG: im always in need of something to put under my cats shit box

GT: :(

TG: ok tell you what

TG: as an early wigglin day thing u know what ill do

GT: I still dont really get the wiggling thing but no what?

TG: ill enable the brobots novice setting again for you

GT: Wow...

GT: Thanks i think???

TG: but that dont count as the whole thing ill think of something better too

TG: 4 now peace o jake & gl on your robroquest heheheh

tipsyGnostalgic [TG] ceased pestering golgothasTerror [GT]

[roseamongroses]

SHURIRI! AMNESIA AU

it's about 5am and i havent slept so lemme write this rq before i pass out. shuriri! amnesia au. i barely know anything legitament about amnesia and i will not be researching it at this time because it is 5 am

queen ramonda dies ( IM SORRY OKAY) before shuri and them try to find the scientist

and in the midst of grief while fighting the fish people, shuri is severely injured at the bridge

she is saved by riri(who was nearby testing her latest gadgets) and is brought to the local hospital.

when she wakes she remembers nothing at all and due to the growing tensions/ potential for war back at wakanda they agree to let her stay in America to recover and laylow

(they also agree because amnesia! shuri doesn't really believe their story about the fish people and only really trusts riri at this point cause she was the last person shuri remembers

(angst because OUCH but theyll survive)

anyway shuri immediately sneaks out of the hospital and basically squats in riri's single room(ignore reality we're going off of fanfic reason ok)

(riri has accommodations since she started college so young + sensory issues among other things)

FEATURING:

shuri helping riri exploit the rich and lazy college students with their thriving homework business

shuri and riri pissing each other off cause being codependent and attached at the hip isn't always fun but they work through it

shuri gradually gains independence she starts working on some unresolved, internalized abelism as she's recovering physically and mentally from the attack. she starts sitting in some classes (she is excitable and the TAs lowkey hate her)

and there was only one bed

shuri decides one day in class that riri is just as interesting as science. she does not simply pine, she becomes a shameless flirt

riri not really believing shuri's advances/ shying away because of shuri's condition and how her view of riri has a savior may influence her opinions (she's had a crush on the princess since wakanda was first revealed to the world and she can't let her heart be crushed like that)

shuri discovering riri's exploits as ironheart

while all of this is going on imagine the fish people despretly trying to murk the two while the wakanda people protect them w/o shuriri noticing. looney toons type of activity in the background.

huh when is shuri getting her memories back??well funny story. shuri's actually been gradually regaining her memories back this entire time but she has been pretending that she has hasn't recovered them

why?well not only is she remembering the deaths of her father and brother (X2) all over again, her mama just died, her country is on the verge of war, and for the life of her shuri cannot figure out who made the device that detected the vibranium. she wasn't excatly running away from the issue, but she still hadn't accepted that this is her reality. DENIAL IS A

one day she encounters namor again. he confronts her, tries to make the same deal again and shes like "idk even know who the fuck made that". so he gives her a clue and shuri goes looking in riri's lab her next visit. and yeah she finds out. not a good day tbh

so does shuri turn her almost girlfriend into the fish cops? no. does she do something absolutely fucking stupid, yeah. so she leaves and makes the same deal with the fish people and gets yoinked underwater.funnily enough they end up yoinking riri too

ok in the cave jail riri and shuri fight about her marytrdom behavior. shuri accidentally reveals remembers everything and riri is flabergasted. absolutely befuddled. and insists that she shouldve left to go back to wakanda/ contact them sooner while shuri insists that she just couldn't. but wont explain why

yes they go to sleep mad.

shuri at somepoint is taken out so namor can do his weird friendship bracelet "become my queen" thing and shuri ALMOST considers it because riri is trapped, injured, and she wants to save her from being killed off.

but instead of outright agreeing she just plays along. until they can get medical care, more privilege's, etc.

this highkey looks like shuri getting courted and since riri and her are not excatly talking she cant explain the full situation yet (also guards be listening)

anyway riri is def jelly (broken arm and miss ma'am worried bout the fish man) and this leads to another arguement with shuri that somehow someway leads back to them flirting like how they did before the kidnapping

yes they kiss among other things. do they care that the guards are being nosy the entire time???a little bit

they agree to shuri continuing the game with namor to get them both out

except shuri realizes mid date that namor personally killed her mom and yeah its a wrap

from here use ur imagination and the wakanda forever movei tbh to end this BUT shuriri flirting. all throughout. they are disgusting and in love.

it is now 5:52am goodnight

[sukunasfourtheye]

Late Night Texts- Eren x reader

Minors DNI, 18+ Adult Content 🔞

Masterlist

Summary: It’s midnight, you’re kinda tipsy, and you text your friend Eren.

Warnings: Smut smut smut, minors DNI. This is pure pure fucking filth. Yoinks.

Contains: swearing, sexting/texting, sexting turned to FaceTime sex/phone sex, dirty talk, ‘good girl” used multiple times, masturbation

Words: 1.2k

Note from the author: I personally have such a thing for phone sex/sexting so much so this is a personal fav gahhhhhh. I debated this being a Levi or Eren fic but feel like Levi would literally just get up and go to your house and wouldn’t have the patience for sexting LOL so Eren it was

———————*~*~*~*~—————-*~*~*~*~*~————

>>> heeeeeeey haha whats upp

Eren raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at your text. Hmm, he thought. Kinda late. He squinted at the clock on his night stand that read 12:31am.

> Sup 

Probably just bored, he thought. He hit send, and not even 15 seconds later his phone *dings* again.

>>> nothing hahaha kinda tipsy but oh well

He hated to admit it, but he felt a small flutter in his chest reading your reply. You’d been friends for a while, but he never picked up on any flirty vibes from you, but drunk texting at midnight? Hmm...

> Fun. Did you go out?

>>> yeah clubbing with sashaaaa haha so fun:) you shoulda caaaaaame

Ok, this is definitely flirty, he thought. The thought of you in a tight dress, all dolled up, swaying on a dancefloor....phew.

> Damn, yeah I should’ve come. Would’ve been fun seeing you.

He hesitates, thinking he’s definitely breaching into flirty territory with this one. He thinks, fuck it before he presses send.

His phone *dings* and he sees the text preview on his home screen:

>>> [y/n] sent you a snap!

>>> now you see me :)

His excitement started to grow as he saw the Snapchat and text double notification on his screen. Despite himself, he felt his cock twitch in his boxers, and he reflexively reached his hand down to start to rub himself lazily.

He opens the Snapchat notification.

It’s a video of you laying in bed, your phone held up at arms length, smiling with your tongue sticking out playfully. You were wearing a strapless v-neck leather top and tight black pants, your face alight with glittery makeup and a clear drunken stupor. Your smile was radiant.

Fuck, she’s hot, he thought. His hand had a mind of it’s own and started to rub himself through his pants, with a bit more purpose now. He groaned, shifting his hips up at his own contact. He replayed the video, stroking himself.

>>> replayed my video? ;)  

Whoops. He forgot you get notified if he replays your video. He goes to at first make an excuse (”whoops my bad”) but instead decides against it. Fuck it shes drunk maybe she’ll forget it, he thought. He hesitates, but presses send:

> Yeah, damn you look good

Why did i just send that. The tension of seeing you typing back made him even hornier, letting out another groan as his dick began hardening under his boxers.

>>> reaaaally? :) youre not too bad yourself ;)

 Oh yes. It’s showtime. 

> So that’s why you’re texting me so late. Just wanted a little attention?

> Yeah, you’re low key hot as fuck

There’s a long pause as he’s waiting for you to reply, terrified he fucked it up and went too far.

Then....you sent a voice note. He hit play:

>>> “Mmmmm... I wish you were here right now.”

Your voice is almost a moan, going straight to his dick. Fuck, she wants it. That’s so hot. His hands go inside his boxers and frees his now fully hard cock, giving it a few pumps as he does. Before he can even respond, another *ding* makes his cock twitch.

>>> Attached: Image

It’s a picture of you leaning forward towards the camera, giving a clear shot down your cleavage as you looked up at him, a mischievous smile on your lips, biting your tongue

> Pretty girl. Tease.

>>> im not teaaaasing i actually want to fuck you :p

The blunt text you sent made him gasp, his dick hot in his hands as he worked himself. 

> You’ve got a filthy fucking mouth

>>> you can make it filthier if you want ;)

Fuck. His throws his head back jerks himself faster, before stopping to squeeze the base of his cock. Fuck I want her to suck me so bad. Before he even registers what he’s doing, he hits the “Facetime” button to call you.

>>> [y/n] is unavailable for FaceTime

He groans in frustration. Fuck, i wanna see her.... she really is a fucking tease.

>>> we cant facetime right now im doing naughty thingssssss 

>>> this convo is making me crazzyyyy shhh

> Good. That’s a good girl.

>>> *Incoming Facetime call from [y/n]*

Too easy, he thinks. He chuckles as he swipes open the call. The camera is angled at the ceiling, the room dimmed. 

He chuckles into the phone. “All I had to say was ‘good girl’ and suddenly you calling me now, huh?”, he says, cocky as all hell. 

“Hmmm....”, he hears you say, drawing out the ‘mmm’ suspiciously. 

“Hmmmmm?” he questions back, mimicking you. “What’re you doing right now, [y/n]?”

“M’, Ummmmm, nothing....” he hears you say faintly, innocently, phone still pointed at the ceiling. He thought he was imagining it at first, but he can barely hear the sound of fabric shuffling and shifting on your end. 

“Nothing? Doesn’t sound like nothing, pretty girl”, he teases, stoking his now leaking cock. He sighed heavily on purpose, suggestively, making sure you heard him.

“What’re you doing right now?” you asked lightly, breathlessly.

He feels himself starting to slowly lose his restraint when he hears your breathy voice. “If I tell you, will you tell me?”, he grumbled, panting obviously now, loudly and into the phone, clearly out of breath from the effort of jerking himself off, hard

He hears you sigh, the sound of shuffling fabric getting louder. He hears you shift in bed. “Yes”, you say.

Through obvious gasps, he grills you: “You promise you gonna tell me what you’re doing, hmm, baby? You gonna tell me what you’re doing after you made me so fucking hard for you?”

He hears you moan loudly now, obviously meant for him to hear, panting.

“I’m stroking my fucking dick right now, that’s what I’m doing. I’m thinking about bending you over and fucking you stupid” he moans in unison with you, hearing himself admit it making him feel even dirtier

“Are you touching yourself, [y/n]? Your pussy wet for me? Hmm?” He hears your high-pitched moan and your body shift quickly in your bed.

“Use your words, I wanna hear that pretty little mouth say my fucking name”, he commands, heat flushing his face. 

“Ung! - Eren...ugh....” you finally mewl, sounding just as desperate as he was to cum

“Fuck i wanna stuff my cock in your mouth so fucking bad, [y/n]” he moans, babbling off strings of dirty talk, barely able to catch his breath as he gets closer and closer. “You’re a naughty little girl aren’t you? Were you touching your pussy while you were texting me? Hmmm? Dirty girl. You wanted me to make you cum, yeah?  You thinking about my dick fucking into that messy little pussy? I wanna hear you say it you needy little---ahhh! fuck. speak to me.” 

You finally break your silence: “Ugh, Eren, ah!-- you’re gonna make me--fuck, you’re gonna make me--!”

Fuck

He lets out a string of swear words, cursing through both your orgasm and his: “ah, fuck thats such a good fucking girl yes, cum for me baby, cum on daddys cock, cum on this fucking cock babe, uuung...!”

As you both catch your breath from the thrill that just ran through both your bodies, he pants “That....was hot”. 

“Yeah”, he hears you say, the camera finally moving away from the ceiling and onto you. You looked dazed, a thin sheen of sweat smudging your makeup. Still, a satisfied smiled was painted on your pretty face. “You’re so hot. Wow. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time. Next time you’ll have to come over?”

“See you then, princess”

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Mono’s on a Mission.

Monotaro, a-are you sure you’re going the right way?

Well, usually I’d take a different route...But with all the doors and vent shafts shut, I’m trying to find my way around.

Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure I know how to get back to the lab, just follow me!

Uuugh...This had better be good.

...

What the hell’re we even tryin’ for anyway!? Those yoikers yoinked the yoinked bomb we yoinked and we ended up with jack fuckin’ nothing!

That, brother, is what we’re tryin’ t’ find out! It’s why we gotta get to the lab and contact the boss lady!

Though if you want my guess...I think Shirogane’s takin’ a hostage.

A hostage? You mean...?

The only person who got locked up in here is Kaede Akamatsu. I think’s Shirogane’s keepin’ her ‘ere to lure the FF into a trap.

The hell you sayin’!? The Future Foundation ain’t gonna bust their asses just to save one little girl!

You’re just saying that because you want to eat her, aren’t you?

What gave you that idea!?

UUUGH! Monotaro! That is the THIRD TIME we’ve walked through this doorway!

It is!?

MONOTARO. DO-YOU-NOT-

ABUBUBUBUBUH! How dare you even SPEAK, you broken toaster!

...

Monosuke, don’t be so mean! Monodam is only trying to help.

His “help” is the only reason we’re IN this fucking situation! He had the bomb right in the palm o’ his hand, and he let Akamatsu slip it away from ‘im!

Well...it’s not like he had fingers?

Seriously! The one thing that makes you mildly useful is yer’ rocket boosters, and you can’t even use that shit correctly!

...I...

*THUD!*

AACK!?

Don’t listen to him Monodam. If you have something to suggest, go ahead.

THEN we’ll judge you on it’s usefulness or not.

...THANK-YOU.

MONOTARO. IF-I-AM-NOT-MISTAKEN, DID-YOU-NOT-USE-A-MAP-EARLIER-TO-FIND-THE-RESOURCE-ROOM?

Huh? Uh...yeah?

DID-YOU-MISPLACE-THE-MAP-AT-ANY-POINT?

No, I still have it!

...!?

...!?

...!?

...!?

AND...YOU-AREN’T-USING-IT...WHY-EXACTLY?

...Huh?

IF-WE-USE-THE-MAP, WE-CAN-FIND-THE-MAIN-LAB-WITHOUT-ANY-TROUBLE.

...Hey, you’re right! Ah! There’s using your noggin’

Oh for fuck-GIMME!

Hey!

*Monosuke swipes the map from Monotaro when he pulls it out.

Alright, everyone follow me.

At LAAAST! Just hurry up and get the fuckin’ moniter on!

*Monophanie and Monotaro on command power up the large monitor in the corner of Ando’s lab. Within a few seconds, it starts a call.

...Hello?

Yo, Boss Lady! It’s us!

Oh good. You remembered to call me in case of emergency’s. I’ve been waiting for you.

Yeah, about that. What’s the big idea? The lab’s been locked down and we can barely move about as much as we used to!

Don’t worry. I was waiting for you to contact me, then I was planning on raising the shutters on the interior doors.

INTERIOR? AM-I-TO-TAKE-IT-YOU-DON’T-INTEND-TO-OPEN-THE-MAIN-DOORS?

No. Nor do I plan on lifting the defensive plating. Not until Kaede Akamatsu is dead.

Wait...until she’s dead? You mean you didn’t lock her in here because you wanted a hostage?

No. I don’t care for hostages unless they’re on my target list. Speaking of which, the reason I wanted to contact you is because of exactly that.

With Ando gone, your job as his retainers and helpers has gone with him. If we ever recapture him, I might reemploy you in a pinch, but...

Uh...Shirogane...If I may?

Didn’t you tell us that you planned to have us assist with Danganronpa Survivor?

WHEN it happens. Leave the setup to me. Even with all the setbacks, we’re coming very close.

But I will tell you this much. Survivor will NEVER succeed, so long as Kaede Akamatsu is still alive. There’s no way she’s getting out of that lab, so do whatever it takes to make sure she perishes.

I-FAIL-TO-SEE-HOW-ONE-GIRL’S-DEATH-CAN-DICTATE-WHETHER-OR-NOT-DANGANRONPA-SURVIVOR-GOES-THROUGH-OR-NOT.

Never you mind the logistics, just trust me. You’ll also be glad to know that I’m currently working on getting you-know-what powered up and prepared.

R-Really!? We finally get to-!?

Why didn’t you just do that in the first place!?

There was no need for them. The original purpose of those machines was to keep lore and order, but given that law and order was usually kept in those labs, I didn’t see the need.

Then how come we didn’t get these hours ago when the FF stormed the lab!?

I didn’t know about that until later. Sorry, you can blame Akira’s incompetence for that one.

Akira, off-screen: Sorrryyyy~

Jesus Christmas...

Awright, whatever’s. We’ll do it. But what’s in it for us?

Yeah, we’ve been locked in here like prisoners for who knows how long now? Don’t we deserve some kind of reward?

After it’s done...! Haven’t I already made lots of promises to you Kubs? I promise I’ll follow through with all of them once this is all settled.

A promise is a promise! And if she promised, she can’t break it!

Fair enuf...We’ll see it done Boss Lady.

Good. And one more thing...

Yeah?

DON’T...disappoint me...

*Tsumugi ends the call.

Well, we got a while before our babies come online, so I guess we wait for now.

MAN! SCREW THAT! Shirogane wants this over and done with, and the longer we wait, the more chance Future Foundation has gettin’ in here!

What part of the door’s being totally impenetrable went over your head!?

But the Future Foundation are crafty! If we attack Akamatsu now, we’ll catch her by surprise!

Don’t worry! I got a plan!

Oho...YOU’VE got a plan?

YEP! I sure do! Jus’ watch and learn fella’s! I’ll bring back her head on a stick by sundown!

A-ABOUT-THAT...

*Monodam raises his voice.

What is it now?

NO. IT’S-NOTHING. IT-IS-JUST...

Just what Monodam?

Yeah, spit it out.

ARE-WE-ABSOLUTELY-SURE-THIS-IS-GOING-TO-BE-AS-EASY-AS-WE-THINK?

What’re you sayin’? We kill people all the time. It’s basically our job to torture people.

YES. THAT-IS-TRUE. BUT-BACK-THEN, WE-HAD-THE-PROTECTION-OF-THE-KILLING-GAME-RULES. NOW-WE-DON’T.

WE-CAN-FIGHT-KAEDE-AKAMATSU, BUT-SHE’S-MORE-THAN-CAPABLE-OF-FIGHTING-US-BACK. I-FEAR-IF-WE-GET-COCKY, SHE-MAY-DESTROY-US-ALL.

I-DO-NOT-WANT-TO-LOSE-YOU-ALL-AGAIN, NOT-AFTER-EVERYTHING.

Hrrgh...

Stop growling Monosuke. Monodam...kind of has a point. I mean, most humans can’t fly...

Yeah, I mean...Kaede Akamatsu’s a lot stronger than I remember her being...Then again, my memory’s pretty bad, so...

Your memory is fine in this case Monotaro. But it’s not like we could have ever known how strong she really was back then. Like Monodam said, no one thought to attack us because they didn’t have the strength or the gear, or the power in general.

Hey, what’s with you guy’s gettin’ cold feet over this!? What’s gotten up your crack Monodam!?

I...

[Flashback]

I’m gonna stick to the mission and get these bombs dismantled. If you and your siblings turn back and don’t come after me from this point on…Then…

*sigh* I promise I’ll spare you. We don’t have to see each other ever again.

I-SIMPLY-FEEL-IF-WE-DO-NOT-PROVOKE-KAEDE-AKAMATSU, SHE-WILL-NOT-ATTACK-US-IN-TURN. IT-MAY-BE-OPTIMAL-FOR-OUR-SURVIVAL-NOT-TO-START-A-FIGHT-WITH-HER.

Like...a bee?

I-SUPPOSE.

Oh, so your plan is to just...ignore Shirogane’s orders. REAAAL smart of ya...

THAT-IS-NOT-AT-ALL-WHAT-I...

Well what DID ya mean?

...

Fuck this...Monokid, whatever plan you’ve got, just go for it. If you need us to do anythin’, just say the word.

Keeheeheehee! Oh, bro...There’s only one thing I want you to do.

Sit back and enjoy the performance!

[goodwillfidgetspinner]

“tiktoks just as bad as tumblr!” no tiktoks so much worse i go on tumblr and say “scrimbob my plobmlewikle” and 5 blogs reblog it, i post that to tiktok and i get 3 comments explaining how cool and edgy the commenter is for having seen my video, for being on the “scrimbob side of tiktok” and the joke gets run into the ground within a week until i am told to yoink myself off a plane for having even started the joke.

an artist on tumblr posts something with anatomy issues, they don’t become the new laughing stock of the week.* one tiktoker put the eyes a bit higher on their drawing and they are still made fun of, and was run off the platform entirely for reasons that had little to no backing. people mimicking their style in this awful manner, drawing nsfw content to pin to their name [keep in mind, they were maybe 14?], and when the artist was redug up from the grave of content tiktok has run into the dirt people proclaimed that their art had improved, not of the artists own voilition; but because of the harassment they received. that this was an example of bullying working.*

content on tiktok has the live span of a fly. it’s born, discarded and left to rot within days. discourses start and die before anyone can even give a full breakdown of a situation because the app is designed for shortform content. it’s algorithm is addictive and designed to be addictive. it works, as much as i hate it. and with how fast trends begin and die, entire music genres are cast aside as “tiktok music” and as “embarrassing to listen to”, entire art styles, fashion styles, lingo misappropriated from aave by white teens who overuse it to the point they deem it cringe*, and along with their no longer trendy niche micro trend, they toss it away. deem it weird. record people in public who wear it, record people in public who say it.* it’s a self sustaining ecosystem that only works to harm the teens who use it. i don’t blame the teenagers and tweenagers who use tiktok, who quote the sounds, who recycle the barely-argumentative arguments, i blame the app.

tldr i don’t like tiktok

————-

footnotes as something added

*1 :it’d be weird for me to not talk about situations in tumblr, like the infamous rose quarts artist, who were run off the platform and harrased a few years back. however, i didn’t mention it as i’m trying to directly compare the modern versions of both apps. tumblr has a lot of issues. a lot, but in regard to the way they treat “bad” artists [not that there is such a thing, art is subjective and the only real bad artist in my opinion is an immoral artist] tumblr is a lot more loving towards them. bare minimum. when beginner artists on tiktok are regularly made laughing stock of the week, it discourages people. mutuals i had on the app discussed legitimate fear their art would be the next “rendering process” [the artist i mentioned]. that’s a genuine fear no artist, especially young artist, should have.

*2: tiktok’s ideas surrounding bullying genuinely terrify me. bullying is not something that works with exclusively positives, infact bullying only “works” when it’s perceived through the eyes of the harassers. not something i thought i’d ever have to explain really

*3: the last trend like this in particular i saw was from a white creator who said something to the effect of “im finna be in the pit” in reference to a harry styles concert . i think. idk what else to add other than i’m biased against harry styles . idk . it’s self explanatory really idk . white on white crime . also that tiktoker admitted to zoinking off her bird so i have no idea wtfs going on over there

*4: rude . that’s it also self explanatory

[dishesoap]

the fact that janus was raised by ozzie, slash, and flea is never not going to be hilarious to me. no WONDER magus is so fucked up and emo.

this dramatic little shit was 'raised' by queen zeal (she of the spiky royal mullet and the hard-on for an apocalyptic alien parasite who barely acknowledges her existence), and THEN after a very short traumatic childhood (i have no idea how old janus is when the ocean palace goes down, but im assuming like. 7. maybe 10. hes so small) hes blasted 12,600 years in the future to some weird middle ages where three very... strange... human-hating fiends yoink up this depressed human child and adopt him.

like. the generals are named after rock musicians. ozzie is a hideous mass of uncomfortable green flesh who's always running away and yelling about pickles, slash is this close to entering a romantic relationship with his own sword, and flea is a very sexy and very sadistic magician whose favorite pastime is recreating your closest friend and making them try to kill you.

and the three of them looked at this little purple human child and were like. yeah okay our kid now. and whatever magus felt for them and fiendkind, he did later lead their armies and do a damned good job of it until you come from the future and beat his ass. the three generals seem genuinely hurt and betrayed when you show up with magus to raid ozzies keep later on. they sure talk about him like hes worthy of reverence and respect.

but also imagine what a weird childhood that must have been. the mental image of ozzie packing janus a lunch for school, slash dropping him off and waving, and flea showing up to bust the principles ass for letting the fiend kids bully janus is certainly not even close to what would have happened but it is really fucking funny to me.