#theres still a little time left in the stream

[tengensbunny]

rec 00 -g. tomioka, t.uzui, k.rengoku, s. shinazugawa, sabito (aged up)

↳ an au where reader is a camgirl and our boys are her #1 donators 

NSFW WARNING || 18+

↳ masturbation, recording/video, daddy kink/dirty talk

g.  tomioka

This guy probably found you through Sabito

One day he just walked into the room and glanced at Sabito’s screen and once he does he just can’t take his eyes off

You had him hypnotized from the very first second he laid eyes on you

From the soft cries that left your lips to the way your legs trembled around the toy you were thrusting into your wet cunt

HE WAS HOOKED

Sabito will turn to find Giyuu behind him, his blue eyes filled with lust and a prominent hard on

“Like what you see?” Sabito chuckles before tossing Giyuu his phone, “Just make sure you don’t get any of your jizz on my phone.” he teases, before leaving Giyuu with his phone to take care of his little friend. 

Giyuu doesn’t even have time to come up with a response as the next video plays, the sight of your bare cunt on display with your fingers spreading your labia apart made him choke on his breath. Needless to say, Sabito wasn’t getting his phone back anytime soon.

Bonus: He probably goes through Sabito’s favorites to see what else he has that he can masturbate to, cause like, the man knows where it’s at

s. shinazugawa

Sanemi is probably one of your biggest patrons

He’ll be scrolling through his recommended list and stop at the sight of your cute ass cheeks on the thumbnail 

so plump 

so smackable

he just fantasizes over what they’d look like with his hand prints all over them

You’ll be on your hands and knees with a fucking machine driving into your cunt at a fast pace

The fucking machine is of course controlled by the donations you get from your patrons, so the more $$ the higher the speed it fucks you at

He’ll get excited once he clicks on the thumbnail and hears your soft whimpers, your whole entire body trembling; signaling to him that you had just cum

He’ll donate a large amount just so that he can watch the machine fuck you at a fast and harsh pace, imagining that it was him pounding into your tight and wet cunt

Your whimpers only get louder and louder from the brisk pace of the machine, your hands fisting the silky sheets between your fingers while your body convulses from the pleasure, your poor abused cunt, so sensitive from your previous orgasms

His donations are very generous, so generous you allow him to pick what will happen on the streams sometimes

t. uzui

You know the whole Saturday is for the boys thing? N O P E

Saturdays are for you and for you only, since you stream every Saturday

Like Sanemi, Tengen is probably also one of your biggest patrons and has access to all the VIP shit that you offer

He probably has all your videos downloaded offline so that he can watch them everywhere

His favorite one is where you’re riding a dildo suctioned cupped to the floor

He likes watching your cunt get stretched by the plastic toy, enjoying the sounds of your whimpers as you slowly sink down on the damn thing

He wonders what its like to have your cunt wrapped around his cock, your ribbed walls squeezing around his cock, milking his cock till your cunt is overflowing with his cum and yours combined

Definitely loves the way you role play on your live streams too

“Please Daddy I’ve been good,” you begged, your hips still, once you sank all the way down on the toy. “Won’t you fill me up with all of your love now?”

k. rengoku 

This man never misses a live stream

If he can’t watch it, he’s recording it 

theres just absolutely no way he’s missing out on his dirty little slut

As one of your top paying patrons, he also has some control of what you do on stream some times

“That’s it baby girl, touch yourself for me”

“Tease yourself nice and slow”

“Run your fingers up and down your slit for me baby girl, but don’t stick them in just yet.”

“Spread your cunt for me angel, show Daddy how wet you are”

He makes it an effort to cum at the same time as you whenever you touch yourself. He’s gotten so accustomed to the sounds you make and the way your body reacts, that he’s learned to time himself whenever he masturbates to you.

sabito

This cocky bastard

probably also has control of your stream from time to time and just loves to edge you

loves to hear you beg to cum and definitely wants to hear you beg for his cock

Just one look of your innocent face and he was already all over you account

Wants nothing more than to cum all over that pretty little face of yours

Wants to be the one to taint your innocence

and wreck your pussy

He probably has access to all your VIP benefits too and enjoys all the personal photos he gets of you

Probably persuades you to do a private live stream for him and let me tell you, after that live stream, you guys have probably met up on numerous occasions to fuck

You’ve never felt that aroused on stream before and knowing that he was watching you, controlling you, telling you what to do just made you so damn needy you felt like you were going insane

Everything he was telling you to do, wasn’t new to you before, but why the fuck did it feel 100000x better when he was telling you what to do?

“I don’t think you deserve it Kitten,” Sabito teased, shutting the fucking machine off with a click of the button; a needy whine leaving the girl’s lips as Sabito denied her 4th orgasm. “Please Daddy, I want to cum. I need it.”

Safe to say you’ve never came that hard before in your life; except for when Sabito is around. Now during your live streams all you can think about is his cock as you plunge the sex toy in and out of your cunt. You probably moan his name sometimes on stream too.

[yenqa]

ADVANTAGES

in which…

on jay’s live, fans point out a stuffed animal on his bed, one that seems to be the other piece to your notorious missing pair. as imaginary pieces start to connect for fans, the viewers beg for some kind of interaction. and though you and jay have never met before, why not use this situation to your advantage?

warnings : profanity, jokes of intruders, one mention of sunghoons balls (no nsfw just a lil jokey joke), lmk if theres more!

wc : 1145

peace

not proofread!

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“I think there's an intruder in my house.”

Brushing your hair behind your ears you let out a giggle, watching as the door bursts open. Jay stands still at your door, pretending like he isn’t totally out of breath.

Your mouth widens, showing the stream a cheeky grin as you whisper into the microphone, “This guy is obsessed with me, he’s always at my house breaking in and shit.”

user1209820912 : get me a man who basically breaks into my house!

“Hey Jay! I think this person wants you.”

“What?”

He walks up next to you. hunching down to be eye level with the camera. He waves at it, before reading at the comment you’re pointing at.

His eyebrows furrow, “A little disclaimer. I did not break into her house. I walked in to visit my girlfriend.”

You turn your head to the side, watching as he fixes his hair for the camera.

Planting a chaste kiss on his cheek, you quickly move away with a flustered smile. He looks at you with a soft gaze, ruffling your hair.

“Hey! You messed up my hair!” You whine, hitting him softly in the shoulder.

“Sorry it looked too good. Can’t have another boy perceiving you.”

You scoff in disbelief, looking straight at the webcam, “Do you hear this guys? This man intrudes into my house then messes up my hair because he’s crazy!”

lilaclavender : i like my men crazy

Bluebirdfly : ME WHEN

Sunghoonsleftball : JAY IS YOUR GIRLFRIEND SINGLE GAWD DAYUMMMM

Giggling, you read the comment out loud to him. “Jay, is your girlfriend single? How do you feel about that?” Closing your fingers into a fist, you bring it to his mouth as a pretend microphone.

His soft smile turns into a frustrated, almost disgusted one. He scans the long list of text to find the one you had just read to him.

“Sunghoon’s left ball” Jay reads, “I’m going to ban them from your chat.” He moves his hand to your mouse, scrolling up to click the username.

“Jay, don't ban them, they didn't know!” You exclaim, trying to remove his hand from your mouse. But his hand is already latched onto the mouse, his grip tight on the small object.

Watching him, defenseless as he times this person out for a few minutes, you watch as he changes his legs to a different position. You quickly sit up, pushing him into your warm seat before finding a spot on his lap.

He lets go of the mouse, wrapping his arms around your waist. You feel a weight on your shoulder which you can only assume is his head, you place your hand on his warm arm, slightly rubbing it.

His hot breath sends shivers down your spine. And it brings the fact forward that you’re sitting on his lap. Jay’s lap. The guy you’re totally, and hopelessly in love with. It all feels surreal to you. You–getting popular on twitch because of Jay only to get torn down by his fans.

stellaverse : if you look closely you can see me laying on the street.

strawberrylimesoda : Literally Hate all couples. Wake up break up

The situation feels old, even if you had only deemed yourself mentally ready a week or two ago. The situation feels like it happened a while ago–like it’s old news. And you were grateful for that.

You could go on a rant of why you were grateful. Even if it was one of the harder times in your life, you were grateful for Hyeju. Who’s listened to all your boy problems and helped you in your highest and lowest times. Hyeju who you’ve known since middle school, who would do literally anything for you if you asked.

You were also grateful for Jay. Because without him you would’ve been still trying to crawl out of that hole–metaphorically–you had dug yourself into. Without him, you wouldn’t have been so happy with your life. Without him, you would’ve never found peace with yourself.

“Y/n are you okay? I can leave if you want.”

He whispers in your ear. Smiling at him, you answer. “No, stay–Sorry, just spacing out.”

Humming in response, he continues to read comments from viewers.

It’s two hours later when you finally decide to stop playing the game and end your stream soon. The clock had just hit 1:30 in the morning, a sign that you needed to get some sleep.

Jay had already gone to bed before you, laying spread out on the bed just out of frame. Every so often you could see some of his clothing peek out on camera, but you made sure to move to cover him, just in case.

You’re talking to your chat after the game, letting the chaotic feel of the stream cool down before you turn off your camera.

You’re so busy paying attention to your chat that you didn’t notice that Jay had mysteriously left his bed until he came back into your room.

“Jay? I thought you were sleeping? Sorry, did I wake you?” You ask softly, watching as he slowly walks over to you.

He takes a sip of the water in his hands, before placing it down on your desk. “No, I was already awake, you’ve been streaming awhile so drink some water okay? Come to bed soon.” Speaking just above a whisper.

You nod, “I’m closing up now.” You grab his arm, playing with it for a few seconds before he takes a hold of your hand, planting a kiss on it before walking back to bed. Plopping on your soft mattress.

You watch him fall into your bed, then looking at your hand with a smile you feel your cheeks heat up as you take a sip of your water.

Soobsleftboob : IM SOBBINGGG THAT WAS SO CUTE

popcornpops : Im not crying!! whos cutting onions though

user203842093 : couple of the year award. I Love them.

Reading the comments you let out a breathy smile, turning to the webcam you wave goodbye, thanking everyone for watching the stream. You blow kisses at the camera before you turn it off. Quickly, you run to the bathroom so you can get ready for bed.

Once you’re finally done in the bathroom, you walk quietly to your room. You crawl on the bed, planting a soft kiss to Jay’s forehead, before laying down next to him. He wraps his arms around you, a warmth spreads through your body.

You remember when you couldn’t sleep at all, when you had lost countless hours trying to fall asleep but failed every time, leading to all nighters that left you acting like a zombie the next day. But with Jay, you fell asleep easily every time.

You were so grateful for him, one reason being that you could only get a good night’s rest when he was laying beside you.

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yenqa > omg literally only 2 more chapters. kind if proud of how i wrote this in one writing session somebody cheer!!

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[fadedin2u]

hihi, not sure if ur taking in requests but could u write a fic where ellie comforts reader?? or basically js a fluff fic/ one shot? theres not enough fluff on here and im sad i need something happy😭😭😭

yuppppp

content: you get sick, and ellie takes care of you.

warning: reader vomits (sick asf), reader is referred to as ellie’s “girlfriend”, but otherwise not specified afab or not

notes: i love a good hurt/comfort drabble and LOVE writing fluff so if anyone has any fluff requests i will write them!! also this is fairly short so oops

———

today has been hell.

you spent the day sick as hell, alone, in ellie’s little garage while ellie was on patrol. she left you in the wee hours of the morning, groaning as she pulled herself out of the warm cocoon of her bed with you, haphazardly throwing on whatever clothes (clean or not) that were in the nearby vicinity. when she got up and unknowingly woke you up as she stumbled around the room, you could feel that your stomach felt off, but you were too exhausted to do anything other than fall back asleep.

about an hour later, with sunlight streaming through the dusty window panes, you awoke again, this time due to the lurching of your stomach. you leapt out of ellie’s bed, running to her small bathroom, where you promptly emptied the minimal contents of your stomach into the toilet’s basin. you heaved a few more times until you were sure that you weren’t at risk of throwing anything else up and flushed the toilet. once you brushed your teeth with the toothbrush you keep at ellie’s, you crawled back into her bed.

even though you were no longer actively nauseous, your stomach wouldn’t settle, your body wracked with chills. you knew that you should probably go back to your own home, sleep in your own bed to not put ellie at risk of catching anything, but the thought of braving the winter snow in your state was enough to keep you where you were. you knew that you had stable duty that day, but you couldn’t even imagine getting out of bed to let your supervisor know that you weren’t fit to work today.

your eyes and body felt unimaginably heavy, and soon, you feel back into a restless sleep.

——

“babe? you feeling okay?”

you awoke to a cold hand on your forehead, and you slowly blinked your eyes open, slowly focusing on ellie’s freckled face frowning down at you.

when ellie had gotten back from a long, boring patrol, maria approached her, letting ellie know that her girlfriend had been a no-show for stable duty that morning. maria seemed more concerned than anything, knowing that you weren’t the type to skip out on work without at least a notice of some sort.

ellie’s stomach filled with anxiety and she quickly made her way to your small home, where she found an absence of you. dread coursed through her veins as she trudged quickly through the snow, back to her own garage, where she was met with relief when she saw you curled up in her sheets.

you weren’t normally the type to sleep in until 3pm, so as soon as she saw you still asleep, she knew something must be up, and when she felt the scalding heat of the skin on your forehead, she sighed.

“you’re burning up, sweetheart,” ellie murmurs, her brows furrowed as she sits on the bed next to you.

you wince, your voice rough with sleep, “yeah, that makes sense.”

“how are you feeling?”

“i feel like shit… i threw up in your toilet, but i promise i’ll clean it soon.”

ellie frowns more, “dude. don’t worry about cleaning my toilet right now. have you had anything to eat or drink?”

you shake your head and she sighs.

“i swear, i cant leave you alone for longer than two seconds or all hell breaks loose,” ellie teases, her thumb stroking your warm cheek before she stands up, “stay here.”

you huff a laugh, unable to entertain the idea of rolling over, let alone leaving. “sounds like a plan.”

ellie quickly goes to first get you a glass of water, watching you as you drink some of it, before jolting inside joel’s house, raiding his kitchen for some leftover soup stored in the fridge. she puts it on the stove to heat up, and within 15 minutes, she’s carrying a warm bowl of minestrone soup into her garage. she helps you sit up and places the soup on your lap.

you smile gratefully up at her after eating a spoonful, “thanks els, seriously. i didn’t want you to have to come back from patrol and baby me but-“

ellie cuts you off, sitting down on her bed against your side, “i’m happy to do it. i want you feeling good, and you’d do the same for me.”

you give her a look, “you wouldn’t let me do the same for you.”

ellie shrugs, “that’s because i’m an asshole. you’re not, so let me take care of you, okay?”

you roll your eyes, “oh my god… fine. thank you.”

you eat in silence while ellie leans against you, her arm wrapped around you and pulling her more into her side. when you’ve eaten as much as you can, ellie takes the bowl and places it on her bedside table.

“can i hold you for a bit?” ellie asks softly, her hand smoothing over your back.

“you’re gonna get sick, els…” you protest, but you’re already leaning into her more.

ellie scoffs, lying down with you and holding you close against her side, still rubbing your back. “my immune system is impenetrable, i swear. your weak ass flu germs can’t do shit.”

you laugh a little, your leg tossed over her body as you nuzzle into the crook of her neck. “so are you calling my immune system weak then?”

ellie gives you a cocky smile, “most definitely. puny, even.”

you punch her side softly, and she jolts, groaning, “ow! hey, i’m just stating facts!”

you roll you eyes again, giggling a little before closing your eyes and melting into the warmth of her body. “yeah, sure. we’ll see about that.”

ellie smiles to herself softly, content. “get some sleep, your body probably needs all the rest it can get.”

you hum in agreement and yawn, “yeah, definitely…”

ellie keeps tracing shapes and letters into your back as you fall back asleep, and eventually, lulled by your slightly feverish warmth, she falls asleep as well.

in the morning, when ellie is groaning about her own stomach hurting as she gets ready to tell maria she won’t be able to make it to patrol, you laugh to yourself and say nothing. this time, at least, she actually lets you help take care of her in return.

[lizaluvsthis]

Hey Liz, how are you doing?

What are your favorite headcanons for Smg34??

(btw I luv your art <3)

I'm Fine. :)

Thank you! I love people's arts too :>

My favorite SMG34 Headcanons are...

SMG4 is very much the oblivious sun pair with three as the tsundere pining moon.

Three does better cooking than smg4 but he teaches for some ways so that he wouldn't always have to rely the cooking for him.

SMG4 shows three some funny memes to where sometimes he may or may not understand the humors of it but still smiles. (He appreciates it)

SMG4 is the big spoon and three is the small spoon

SMG4 is a slight inch taller than SMG3

When three skips a shower a day, Four would overreact and will demand Three to take a bath.

When one of them feels sad, they cuddle up each other and talk out some stuff (comfort leading to laughter)

SMG4 would brush Three's long hair because he loves how wavy it is

Despite Three annoyed with Four's teasing from his hair, he allows him to pat his head.

They both dont like public affection so they do it on their own time in private.

Three does find fashion interesting and organizing stuff properly while Four finds memes funny and has some- sense of humor

SMG4 would tease three and he would fluster up from his words.

There are some times four would flirt as always, there are some other times that Three flirts back making Four blush.

Three lets four do his long hair (either braid, ponytail, half ponytail, or pigtails)

Three is the first to come out as pansexual before SMG4 did.

SMG4 is rarely aware if three really is pansexual

SMG3 figured four was bisexual after 2020

SMG3 has black nails while SMG4 only has plain ones

SMG4 does feel a bit heart touched when he get some times where Three treats Eggdog as his son.

They both listen to mitski or cavetown sometimes

Three likes opera meanwhile Four just likes memes

SMG4 would sometimes stare at Three's lips while he sleeps, SMG3 would always stare at four's eyes

Red resembles love and compassion, so four would sometimes bring Three a red rose or two in special occassions.

They both sometimes forget their anniversary but they still make it up for each other.

In a movie theatre when watching. SMG3 and SMG4 would be paying attention to the screen, next by step- Four starts to gain on his senses and ends up staring at Three for a couple or a few minutes. (He loves how three would express his own emotion because he rarely does it.)

SMG4 likes to blow bubbles while Three sometimes uses cigarettes

Coping mechanisms. Four edits his videos, Three would stream and play games on his twitch chat.

Four would sometimes watch Three's twitch stream while he plays and leaves anonymous replies (a joke or something else to vibe with three making him have fun for a bit)

In some other times when three is near four, he could smell that his hair stinks and may had said that out loud to him to the point he went outrageous and left.

Since four doesn't know how to deal with emotions, he searches stuff from google about hair products that would go alright with three. (He thinks as a good helping hand friend- you get to also care with hygiene)

SMG4 felt really bad for three judging with his low self doubt on himself

But now four finally understands, he wants to change.

SMG4 has Autism (for misunderstanging people's emotions)

SMG3 has Adhd (getting a little bit distracted)

SMG4 stays by his side so that they both don't get separated.

SMG3 keeps four safe by putting him to safety first before he takes care of himself

SMG4 may not have did much for three but he still loves to annoy him with kindness and goofyness

SMG3 is the one to carry four in bridal style (even tho it was supposed to be four)

SMG4 does his daily routine where when he wakes up, brushes his teeth, and use shaving cream.

Tho SMG3 does the opposite. He wakes up to make his own morning coffee and take care of the cafe and his eggdog.

[I'll keep on updating as much as possible if theres any other stuff]

[madame-fear]

Happy requests are open for Amiraboo!❤ Heres a lil thing for u and u can do whatever u want with it haha, i thought about it when i was sad :>

Luke wakes up in the middle of the night, his wife pressed to his back, softly sobbing and hugging him. At first he thought she had a nightmare so when he moves to face her, she tightens her grip to stop him from facing her while she lets out a loud sob. Luke asks what's going on and she'd keep crying and holding him.

"I feel like i saw you fall in love with someone else at the party today. Please dont leave, luke. Please love me." She begs. Luke's heart breaks. He's not sure what she's pertaining to at the party but he absolutely did not fall in love with someone else, nor will he ever fall in love with someone else. Luke realizes he's been too busy in the past few weeks preparing for the foreign envoys and hosting a party for them that he's neglected his wife. He reasures her gently, finally letting him face her. He's telling her how in love he still is and will always be with her. She apologizes but theres nothing to apologize for. 🥺

Its not the end but just a bump in the road, and youll get through it together

amira speaks! : YESS i absolutely adored this request, it literally is terribly sweet! loving how it goes from angst to fluff 😭 i made this a little imagine if that’s alright with you ❤ also i love how you all give me nicknames like for example amiraboo I LOVE YOU ALL SIDJDIKDK 🥺💕

Lucerys would most definitely wake up to your quiet whimpers, and sobbing. Having you pressed against his back — there is zero space left away from your bodies —, burying your face into his nightclothing; you would have a hard time trying to stop the tears streaming across your reddened cheeks. And when you do try to stop them, the whimpers and sob only become louder.

The sweet, young Lord’s heart would shatter to pieces in dismay. You would tightly grip on his clothing and body to avoid him shifting positions to solely face and comfort you — a hint of shyness overwhelms you as you use all your physical strength to keep him in his previous position, not wanting to have him seeing you like a crying mess.

Noticing you were keeping him there, he quit struggling. His hand would be pressed on top of your delicate one, rubbing his thumb against your smooth skin in a leisure manner, hoping for it to be of comfort somehow. A deep sense of burden sits on his chest, hearing you sob so violently everytime you had the urge of stopping to cry, and at the same time, not being able to face you.

“My love, are you alright?” he would croon in a whisper, tenderly caressing your hand with his thumb. “What’s the matter? Please, tell me.”

A soft pause of silence loomed, only to make the crying much more intense. Obviously, it was never intended to make the sobbing worse.

“I feel like I saw y-you... F-Fall in love with someone else today,” your voice trembled, a sob escaping from your lips as you savoured the salty taste of your falling tears. “P-Please, don’t leave, Luke. Please— Love me.”

Hearing you beg him such request, and quietly sobbing in between each statement, made realisation brutally strike upon Lucerys; with a riptide of guilt and angst, noticing that ever since he had decided to host a feast for foreign envoys and allies, Luke hadn’t focused on showering you with the usual love and adoration he always demonstrated each day.

“My love, how could I?” he began reassuring, raising to his lips the hand that clinged tightly to his body, and pecking a small, daint kiss in your fingers. “Ever since I first laid my eyes on you, I have never thought about another woman, or much less paid attention to the ladies that showed the slightest of interests in me.”“Could I please turn around, my love?”

Of course, you could notice the tone of honesty on his voice — yet, his words made you sob harder, and loosen your tight grip on his body to avoid him facing you. Perhaps it was because you felt ashamed of how you thought he could fall in love with someone else, or because you dreaded the thought of it.

The slight moment he felt your grip loosen, Luke softly — yet swiftly — turned around, immediatly wrapping his warm arms around your body, pushing you tightly against his chest as his fingers were interwined in between strands of your hair.

“I‐I’m s-so sorry, Luke...” you pleaded out, hiding your face on his chest as a sense of comfort was brought to you by the way he so delicately caressed your hair, and tenderly placed kisses on top of your head. He shushed you. “You shouldn’t be the one apologising, my love, I should.” lucerys whispered quietly, descending his hand to caress your back soothingly, continuing to press loving kisses on your face. “I realised, ever since I started to organise the feast, I haven’t been paying you the proper attention I should give you. I shold have, and I should have noticed earlier you felt this way.” he fell silent for a moment, his green eyes looking at you, as you weakly raised your sight to stare back at him. He lifted one of his hands to sweetly wipe away a tear that fell from your eye. “I adore and cherish you far more than words could ever describe, princess. I reassure you I will be more attentive with you, I could never bear the thought that I made you feel this way. I love you, more than I could even love anyone else, or even, myself.” A quivering, quiet chuckle spurred from your lips as his very own smile genuinely grew at thr sight of your eyes twinkling. “I love you more than I love myelf as well, Lucerys.” and with that, you softly shifted your position to lean closer to him, with him doing the same thing, and you pecked your lips. You indeed felt much more reassured, noticig it was just a little insecurity.

Afterwards, our sweet dragonrider boy decided to have your own body sleeping nearly on top of his, as his arms warmly embraced you, with his nails scraping your back leisurely up and down in a soothing manner to allow you to fall asleep on top of him. Obviously, he spent a good few hours admiring you falling asleep before he did so himself.

It was a brief bad moment of insecurity in your marriage, but having him be such an attentivr, caring, and understanding husband, you knew you could overcome things together.

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[pixiecaps]

It’s terrible that pomme, dapper, and Ramon are gone. And with them probably the French. I keep hoping that everything will work out and things will get fixed and the eggs will come back but I doubt it ugh

im holding out hope and trying to slowly accept this change because i dont think we’ll be getting the eggs back for some time like this absence at least to me seems like a long term thing ya know? so im trying to accept that little by little. i fucking miss them a lot but im finding that gradual acceptance in just seeing the admins in peoples chats or tweeting or streaming. like yesterday i watched a bit of harus stream and mrpastelito and theyre great!!! highly suggest people watching any of the admins content off the smp because theyre all so lovely and hardworking.

theres a part of me that struggles to accept that the egg admins are rlly gone but thats just my brain coping in silly ways. like…. aha maybe this isnt true^_^ when it… is LMAO

despite pomme leaving i fucking hope the french stay as does everyone. im waiting on what antoine has to say since last time he spoke about it he mentioned he’d have a chat with quackity so im not expecting EVERYTHING to be fixed next time he says something like im fully bracing for him to say he’s leaving the qsmp but i just hope he can sorta get a better understanding of whats going on since he also mentioned he hasnt gotten any updates rlly. idk how to put this into words but i hope that antoine is able to be heard and not be left in the dark still after their conversation. basically i hope theres communication

[vani-ash]

we've all heard of chay - kim body swap au, now introducing:

Kim - Porsche bodyswap au (This is entirely inspired by me remembering Apo as Jeff during the KP WTF concert)

Porsche One day Porsche wakes up in some fancy hotel room and doesn't question it just yet, he's woken up in weirder places with no memory, this was nothing new, the lack of a splitting headache was nice though. Going to the bathroom and looking in the mirror is when Porsche does start to question some things. That is NOT his face staring back in the mirror. The face looks vaguely familiar but Porsche can't quite place where from. There's a sudden insistent knocking at the door. Porsche does not want to open it as knocking that frantic is never good, but it's not like there's anywhere else for him to go and they don't seem to be willing to leave if he just ignores it.

Opening it Porsche it greeted with an exasperated man,"Wik! You're going to be late! You've just woken up haven't you? Nevermind we'll get you fixed up at the venue, just come!" The man grabs Porsches arm and drags him into an elevator, out of an elevator, and then into a car.

Porsche keeps trying to tell the man that he is not whoever this 'Wik' guy is but the man just looks at him more annoyed.

It's when Porsche is once again being dragged around and forced into a Chair and a woman is putting make up on his face as he watches in a mirror does he figure out who he looks like.

He can't believe he didn't recognize it sooner, but theres a picture tapped to the mirror that Porsche had seen before in Chays room.

He was in the body of Chay's idol. The man who had brought him here is pulling him out of the chair and leading him somewhere else. He was saying something but Porsche only catches the last part of,"We changed the set list, Highway is the opening song now, okay?" Before he is being shoved on to a stage, the loud cheering startles him. There is music being blasted all around him, it's familiar, something he had heard Chay playing around the house.

In his ear he hears,"Verse in 3 2 1.." Looking down he sees a screen with lyrics on it.

Well.

Porsche opens his mouth. Kim Kim wakes up in a room not his own. It's messy. He's instantly suspicious of where he is. He didn't drink and he didn't do drugs, the most he does is a cigarette when he felt particularly stressed but he tried not to smoke too often as it would damage his voice.

Kim investigates the room, but theres nothing to note. It seemed like an average teenage boys room with the clothes being left strewn about everywhere, an assortment of band posters stuck up on the walls. Then he finds a little hidden part behind a bookcase.

There's a wall covered in his face, but hes quick to notice it's only photos of Wik.

Kim didn't know what was happening and wasn't sure what to feel.

The door to the room swings open and Kim jumps slightly, having not heard anything that should've tipped him off to someone approaching.

"Hia?" Kim turns around to see a teenage boy staring at him confused but with no signs of wanting to hurt him, he's cute, but still Kim keeps his guard up.

"What do you want?"

"Did I wake you? Go back to sleep Hia, I just came to get my phone, P'Wiks event it starting now."

P'Wik?

The boy seemed harmless as he grabbed his phone off a table, so Kim followed him down stairs.

"What are you going to watch with me Hia?"

Kim didn't know why the boy kept calling him Hia but he just nodded.

The boy had a live stream up and already playing, he turned the volume up just in time for Kim to hear the MC announce,"Please welcome to the stage, P'Wik!"

Seeing himself walk onto the stage was something.

It looked both exactly like and nothing like what he looked like. The Wik on the screen looked perfectly like him, but everything else was wrong, the walk, the way he held himself, how he seemed hesitant and unsure of what to do.

Whoevers body Kim was in, they were in Kims.

The backing track to Kims new song started playing.

"Hia, do you think P'Wik looks nervous? He's acting strange, I hope his management isn't overworking him."

Kim watches as fake him looks around before settling on looking at the ground, presumably where the lyrics would be.

Kim holds his breath. This guy wasn't going to sing as Kim... was he?

"Peung ja ru kwam songjam ti mi-"

It's painful, not a single note is on Key, and just barely in time as well.

"Hia he sounds awful! You don't think he's sick do you? God his management suck making him preform even while he's sick."

The next 3 minutes are excruciatingly painful for Kim.

[mrspandas]

comfort

sub!karl x dom!reader

summary: karl brings home a girl but she leaves him crying so reader comforts him and helps him get off

warnings: hand job, mommy kink, subspace

!not proofread!

living with karl definitely was interesting. hearing him throw his chair around the room whenever he’s streaming, catching him in the kitchen eating cereal at 3am, finding him watching cartoons whenever I come home from the store or just randomly having him skate around the house. the best part tho is definitely that he never brings home any girls, his bedroom is right across the hall from mine so that would be awkward. well that was until today. I was just sitting in the kitchen when Karl came home with some random girl I had never seen before. apparently her name was Mandy but who cares. she just briefly introduced herself before hastily shoving karl upstairs. Great they’re gonna hook up. jealousy twisting through my stomach at the thought. That should have been me and not her. I had been crushing on Karl for the longest while but I was always too scared to say something. well if it isn’t the consequences of my actions. if I had told him earlier she wouldn’t be here. but I can’t change that now. I decide it would be best if I stayed downstairs to not get confronted with any kind of noises. I make myself comfortable on the couch, turning on the tv to watch gravity falls.

I was halfway through the second episode when I suddenly heard what sounded like… yelling? a little weird but okay. maybe he’s into that? no idea but that’s none of my concern. that’s when I suddenly heard his bedroom door slam, followed by someone angrily storming down the stairs. it was Mandy. she hastily grabbed her jacket before rushing out and slamming the front door. wow what a drama queen. whatever might have just happend I am certain it wasn’t karls fault, I know him and he would never do anything to upset a woman. I turn off the tv before getting up to go check on him.

"karl? are you okay" I knock on his door hearing quiet sobs. when I get no answer I open the door slightly to take a look inside. Karl is curled up on his bed crying. "Hey. Hey what happened?" I close the door behind me, rushing over to him. He still doesn’t answer, only starting to cry more. "shhh it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me just know that i’ll be here for you okay" i reassure him taking his hand, gently caressing it with my thumb. He nods seeming to feel better with my company. "Do you need some time alone or do you want me to stay?" I ask not wanting to overstep any lines. "stay" he mumbles pulling me onto the bed. I lay down next to Karl, pulling him closer so his head is resting on my chest. I wrap my arm around him comfortingly and hold his hand to help him calm down.

"It’s okay I’m here for you, tell me whenever you’re ready. Or never if you don’t want to" I brush some of his hair out of his face before I start playing with it. This seems to have calmed him down as his breathing got steady again.

"It’s pretty embarrassing" he mutters starting to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. "I’m the queen of embarrassment. I promise I won’t judge you" I soothe Karl, still caressing his head. "Well uh- we were making out and she wanted to have sex but I didn’t want to go that far so when I said no she snapped and started yelling at me. She called me a pussy and said I should be glad that anyone would even offer that because apparently no one likes nerds like me" Karl rants, his voice slightly shaking. "That’s bullshit. She’s wrong, theres plenty of girls and even boys out there that would give anything to be with you. And second of all if you didn’t wanna have sex that’s totally valid, it’s okay to say no, she can’t shame you for that" I reassure him, pulling him closer. "Thank you" he mumbles burying his head in the crook of my neck. We enjoy the moment of silence before the realisation hits me. "Wait and then she just left?" I ask making sure. Karl nods. "So she never even got you off?" I whisper, a hint of lust lacing my voice. He shakes his head. That’s when I notice his boner, that had been neglected this whole time. "Aww I’m sorry bunny. Do you want me to help you with that" I offer, my finger tracing circles on his hip. "Yes please" he whimpers grinding his crotch against my thigh. I bite back a snarky remark as I slide his boxers down just enough to give me access to his dick. "Mommy please" he whimpers, his hands clutching my shirt. Without further ado I wrap my hand around his cock, sliding my thumb over his tip. "S‘this good bubba?" I ask, my other hand caressing his head. "Mhm" he assures grinding against my hand. At this point he’s so deep into subspace he can’t even form any sentences. "Shh baby just relax, mommy’s gonna make you feel good, alright" I place a gentle kiss on the top of his head, sliding my thumb across his tip a few more times before pumping my hand up and down on his dick. Karl was whining and whimpering, his voice sounding strained already. "You’re doing so good for me pretty boy" I praise feeling his dick twitch in my hand. "Mhm close~" he whines squirming around. "Cum for me baby, you deserve it" I speed up my hand a little to help him chase his high. "Thank you mommy thank you so much" he whimpers as his orgasm hits him. he’s clutching my shirt, his moans becoming louder, his face nuzzled in the crook of my neck and his hips bucking up into my hand as he releases all over my thigh. "Good job bubba. You did so good" I caress his head before helping him get dressed and grabbing some paper wipes to clean up my thigh.

I consider going back to my room, not wanting to make Karl uncomfortable but before I can get up he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me even closer. "Please don’t leave" he mutters half asleep, laying his head on my chest. "Okay I won’t" I smile, wrapping my arms around him before drifting off to sleep myself.

[pommunist]

honestly i believe the best thing qstudios could do right now in order to mayyybe get a little relief from the oh so horrible onslaught of criticism towards them for their shit labour practices, is to actually close the server (for real this time) until they truely fix their many many many issues.

first of all, it would save them money on those terribly expensive translation costs that stopped them from paying their employees, and secondly it would make it less obvious how fucking empty the server is now and has been for nearly a month. i can think of mayyybe 5 ccs who have logged into the server more than a small handful of times after the server was reopened from their 3 days of "fixing" things, the server is so empty and its honestly a little depressing to try and watch streams from the ccs who are trying their absolute best to not let the server die (surprisingly, quackity isnt one of them)

ofcourse nothing against the ccs who are trying to still stream on the server, but even they are getting on the server less and less. i think theres maybe a month at maximum left in them unless things are actually truly fixed, and even then qsmp will never go back to how it was before (because they wouldnt be allowed to mistreat their workers anymore).

YES.

Closing the server would allow them to save money on translations, and to focus their human resources and time on fixing the situation. It also would makes them look like they take the situation seriously and prioritise solving problems over creating content. Also would make the eventual reopening and return of ccs/admins a big hyped and positive event.

Leaving the server open just makes you look bad because instead of ccs not joining because it’s close, they don’t join because they choose not to. Those who still join are joining to an almost empty server and aren’t having the best time because there isn’t much to do or anyone to talk with. Plus it makes people bitter because they’re trying to fill that emptiness by having npcs around after Q said in his stream that there would be no npcs while things are getting worked on.

Don’t get me wrong there may be reasons for them leaving it open like allowing the Minecraft focused ccs to create content, not wanting to close it right after adding new ccs and communities so they don’t drop the qsmp altogether, or even some technical stuff idk how running a mc server works tbh. But yeah it’s just giving ghost town vibes like that’s just sad, man.

And yes, there is no point hating or judging the people who still log on because the CCs aren’t the ones responsible of this whole mess. They’re not the ones who mistreated the admins or allowed it to happen, so we should focus on the real culprits and the problems they caused. You’re allowed to have your personal opinion on this, I have my own, but let’s be respectful 🫶

[hello-naptiime]

Hi gang

I see were talking about Jonathan Piss ass ToiletJon again

And as someone who was fucking THERE, WORKING FOR HIM WHEN EVERYTHING DROPPED

Oh my FUCKING GOD AM I SO PISSED OFF.

Welcome to my rant/vent

Mutuals look away Im sorry

Tw// for grooming and manipulation. General gross things in that area

Also Jinbop.

First of all Ashlie and Jon did was gross, but where Jon failed at literally everything Ashlie succeeded.

When the news dropped of what happened in 2017 Jon made a fucking video of him crying like a little man child, and then pressed charges (also doxxed himself like an idiot) WHICH IS INSANE BEHAVIOR. Even in his written respone he was only making excuses.

At that time I was in very close connection with him, I was on his build team, I played multiple games with him. He would come into vc and hang out with us for several hours, you could consider us friend maybe! I wouldnt.

But I was at the very least in a lot of personal servers.

So when things dropped I knew almost all of the behind the scenes BULLSHIT that was happening. How everyone waited for it to blow over and stuck by him. (I got kicked out of servers too cause people knew i was against him but I was still told everything by friends who were still in there)

Then February happened. And so much more, much worse things got exposed. From only his end. I won't mention who was involved, out of privacy reasons and because I dont want to drag them into this. But holy shit dude everyone left him after that. It was over, his gross behavior with minors (included me now that i think about, sir why are you calling me and my friends cute we are 15-) His awful and manipulative behavior with people he finds useful, how he treats his teams

. He never credited anything, I made his goddamn Dimensions s2 designs, Eddie made the skins. Only Eddie was mentioned, once on a stream.

Eddie also made designs and skins for Rosethorn, and got credited in video no less.

Its not that hard and yet!

The main point is

He was still acting in 2020, the incident was in 2017. And he was acting like this, in late 2020. Into 2021.

I wanted him to get better. I really did, I had been hyperfixated on this group of people for years it hurt a lot.

But its been almost three years and he infact has stayed the same!

He is a grown ass man acting like a toddler on a public twitter account, what makes this man some one to respect in any sort of way.

Theres so much more shit I know about this man, that I can't fucking say because of the people involved not giving me permission too. And I respect that. Thats their story to tell.

Now ashlie on the other hand.

Ashlie made a concise apology and owned up to her actions, shit she made sure not to happen again. She went to fucking therapy, she broke off that relationship first and has made so much effort to distance herself from that and apologize everyday of her life.

She went to therapy after breaking things off, and she went again after the callout just to double fucking check she wasnt a horrible person.

She initially handled everything that happened in 2017 in private, like youre supposed to do. Not have a public twitter meltdown. And in late 2020 still handled mostly everything privately. She wrote out a full explanation and apology that is still very visible on her yt channel, not her twt her full 100k subscriber yt channel

I THINK, THATS GROWTH and she should be respected for that. She's actively changed as a person from the 20yr that made mistakes

And what's crazy is that Max and Ross still make youtube videos with her.

Max and Ross, YKNOW. The people who made sure fucking Jinbop got arrested and stomp Sky's name into the fucking ground for the shit that Sky did. I 100% trust those two to make a decision about a person in their circle when theyre doing some FUCKED SHIT.

IN FACT, THEY DID DROP ASHLIE WHEN THE ALLEGATIONS CAME OUT. SHE WAS IMMEDIATELY KICKED OUT OF EVERYTHING INVOLVING THEM

And they came back. They came back and started making new things and videos with her, Ross is an active participant in almost all of her videos.

I think that speaks wonders about her.

Don't drag her name through the ground I respect that woman and all of her endeavors in the future, she has more than made up for the fact.

Jon is still an awful person, and I dont think he will ever change. He's had more than ample time to and acts like whinny child on Twitter. Actively tries to pull nostalgia bait on his dying yt channel and mocks his ex "friends'" work. I want him gone from the youtube sphere and to get an actual life.

[kirk-says-wah]

𝐃𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 - 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟗

Pairings: Kirk/Lars, James/Dave

Tw: torture, murder, blood, gore, violence, kidnapping, drugging, cannibalism

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“I’m tired,” Kirk says, yawning, leaning up against the table. He’s got a knife flicking around between his fingers as usual.

Lars looks up from where he’d been typing on the computer.

“Yeah me too,” he says, stretching a little.

“Why don’t we both get some sleep?” Kirk asks, unsure whether he’s asking the right question or not. He just missed sleeping next to Lars, it’s been days.

Lars looks between him and Dave.

Dave is passed out, head hanging limply, jaw touching his chest. He obviously won’t wake for a while.

“I guess,” Lars says, moving to pause the stream. “Do you think he’ll wake up?”

“If he does it’s not like he can go anywhere,” Kirk says, which yeah is true because not only are his hands nailed down, but his knees are practically in pieces.

Lars just hums before yawing, beckoning Kirk up the stairs.

They make their way up in silence, and shut off the lights as they make their way up stairs.

Neither of them can be bothered to shower away the blood caked on them, and instead just shed their clothes so they’re in nothing but their boxers before climbing into bed.

Lars pulls Kirk against him, and Kirk sighs, resting his cheek on his sternum.

“I missed you,” he says.

Lars gives a confused noise, squeezing him softly.

“I’ve been right here the whole time.”

But they’ve not been like this in days. Kirk’s not felt loved in days. He misses Lars when he’s like this, when he’s soft and warm and will kiss him because he wants to, not because he wants to get anything out of it.

Kirk doesn’t reply, just folds an arm around Lars’s waist, slotting their legs together.

Lars presses a kiss to his hair before turning out the lamp, the both of them settling down, finally drifting off into a much needed sleep.

— —

“What are you saying?”

James isn’t entirely sure what he’s saying. He just knows his gut is telling him Kirk and Lars are involved. He needs to find out how, he has to, for Dave’s sake.

He wonders what could be possibly going on. Maybe they’re working for someone? Maybe they’re giving people new identities so that they can go missing?

Theres so many possibilities, he’s just anxious to find out which of them is true.

“I’m saying I think they’re involved.”

“So they look like the two men the bartender saw, that doesn’t mean anything,” Cliff says, trying to keep level headed about this.

James sighs, rubs at his temple, phone held close to his ear.

“They’re hiding something. I know them too well.”

Cliff goes silent, and James doesn’t know what else to say. He just knows something’s wrong.

“I don’t get off work for another few hours. We can check it out then.”

James considers that, but he knows he can’t wait that long.

When he doesn’t answer, Cliff pipes up.

“You’re not gonna do anything stupid are you?”

James just sighs because Cliff’s not gonna like him going in there alone. But it’s not like his friends will hurt him. They won’t.

“I’ll text you the address. Just get here as soon as you can.”

“James, I think you might be underestimating this situation.”

“They’re my friends, Cliff,” James pleads, tries to rationalise what he’s about to do next.

Cliff just sighs, sounding tinny down the phone.

“Look, I’ll get there as soon as I clock off. Try to wait for me, yeah?”

James exhales, eyes trailing over to the house.

The lights are still on. There’s still movement.

“Fine.”

He hangs up, presses his phone to his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut.

He really shouldn’t be doing this, but the need to find answers is just too high, has him feeling anxious and uneasy.

He’s not left his car since earlier, just parked it up the street a bit. He can just about see Lars and Kirk’s house, but he knows unless they’re looking they won’t see him.

It’s about an hour later when the house finally goes dark. It’s about 11 o’clock, and James waits a while before gingerly opening the door, does his best not to slam it shut.

He locks the car quickly before shuffling over to the house, hunkering down under the front window, the peeling paint brushing against his shirt.

He takes a deep breath before peeking in.

It’s completely dark, no sign of life, and even when he squints he can tell they must have gone to bed.

Now’s his chance.

If he knows Kirk and Lars well enough, he knows they always keep a spare key out here in case they get locked out.

He feels around, checks under the plant pots and the doormat before finally finding one by the bins, seeing it twinkle under the moonlight.

He thanks god and quietly unlocks the door, every movement deliberate and silent.

The house is quiet. James manages to shut the door without fuss, but he stays still for a moment, just listening out.

When there’s no sign of movement, he pulls his phone out, puts the torch on.

The house looks just the same as it did the last time he came; empty mugs on the coffee table, magazines strewn about.

He shuffles through a pile of papers by the tv but finds nothing of use, so continues into the kitchen, footsteps light and slow. Nothing looks unordinary.

His heart pounds in his chest, though he’s not sure if it’s from adrenaline or fear. No, he’s not scared. These are his friends.

The coffee machine sits lifeless on the countertop, the leftovers of their dinner still sat on the stove.

He opens a few drawers just to find some cutlery and a few letters, but nothing really tells him anything he wants to know. He’s hoping to see Dave’s face somewhere, a name, a photograph; anything.

He doesn’t know why, but he opens the fridge, just to have a look. His eyes take a moment to process what he’s seeing until he zeroes in on the jar stacked in the middle and he gasps, jaw hanging open.

He wants to throw up.

There’s jars of what looks like blood and some other bodily fluids, and he quickly shuts the door will a dull thud, bile rising, stinging the back of his throat.

What the fuck. What the actual fuck.

He needs to get out of here. Something’s definitely wrong.

He heads back into the dining room, finds a pile of washing on one of the chairs, and a bundled cloth on the table.

The air has a musky smell, almost like he can taste the dirt, and he lifts up the cloth to see fingers.

Human fingers.

He recoils, pushing himself away with a hiccup, too dumbstruck to realise what’s going on here.

He needs to leave.

He quickly makes his way back towards the front door, ears pricked for any sign of movement, when all of a sudden there’s a sound from behind one of the doors.

The basement.

It’s sounded like a whimper, like a cry of pain, and James’s gut twists.

He shouldn’t go down there. Who knows what other fucked up things they have. He pauses though, phone still in his grip, wavering back and forth on his feet.

He might not get another chance like this again. He needs to do this. For Dave.

He slowly turns the knob, opening the door before shutting it behind him. There’s a dim light coming from down the stairs, around the corner.

Heavy breathing. That’s all James can hear. He almost doesn’t go down, nearly throws the plan out of the window and books it.

But then there’s another whimper, distinctly clear now, and he knows who it is. He knows that voice.

His heart is in his lungs as he slows descends the steps before finally rounding the corner, seeing familiar red hair, now crusted with blood.

He can’t believe it. He can’t fucking believe it.

There in the centre of the room sits Dave, tied to a chair, back to him. There’s blood all over the floor and James throws up in his mouth, the stench alone making him want to keel over. Theres a table off to the side covered in tools, knives and drills and nails and James physically gags.

He pockets his phone, practically sprinting over to Dave. Dave’s got his eyes closed, panting harshly, head lolling back.

“Oh shit,” James cries, shakily cups Dave’s jaw.

Dave moans around the gag in his mouth, tries to get away but James soothes him, thumbing over his swollen and abused jaw.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispers, finally taking in what they’ve done to him. Dave’s missing a good chunk of hair and one of his ears, there’s wounds all over his body, some fresh, some old, blood painting most of his pale skin. He’s breathing unevenly, all throaty and guttural, and it hisses through his chest like he’s finding it hard to breathe.

Dave finally opens his eyes, clarity taking a moment to finally register in the depths of his brown eyes as he takes in the sight of James in front of him.

James gently reaches up, removes the gag from Dave’s mouth, unhooking it from behind his teeth.

“You’re gonna be okay,” James babbles, stroking over his head softly. “I’m gonna get you outta here.”

“Please,” Dave murmurs, bloody saliva stringing from his lips, his expression pained, eyes squinted.

“I know,” James shushes, untying one of Dave’s arms. It’s not like they’ll be able to make a quick escape though when his hands are nailed into the chair, but he does it anyway. Maybe it’s just to feel like he’s doing something helpful.

“Please,” Dave repeats, words garbled. “Please just kill me.”

James stills, eyes wide, shock permeating him as he soaks in Dave’s words. Dave wants him to kill him. Dave wants to die.

“No, no, no,” James moans, horror striking him as he shakes his head, reaching up to cradle the back of Dave’s head.

“It’s gonna be fine, you hear?” he says, eyes wet now, his throat clogging up.

Dave doesn’t answer, closes his eyes with a groan.

James quickly sniffs away the tears and presses a tentative kiss on Dave’s forehead before letting his fingers slip away from his head, dutifully untying his other hand from the rope binding it. It’s bitten into the skin, his wrists red raw and irritated, blood caked into the creases.

“I’m gonna go get help, okay?” James iterates, finally undoing the knot before smoothing his hands over Dave’s arms, careful of the wounds littering them. It doesn’t look like Dave will be able to walk, and James can’t carry him out alone.

“I’ve got a friend who’s coming. We’re gonna take care of you,” he says, hands trembling as he undoes the ties around Dave’s ankles. They’re not as tight as the ones around his wrists. He wonders how Dave hasn’t been able to kick them away already.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he repeats, though he’s not sure who he’s reassuring anymore.

Dave’s looking at him now, eyes round and full of desolation, tears slowly tracking down his cheeks.

James just shakes his head, not bothering to brush away the tears that are starting to wet his waterline, doesn’t want to listen to what Dave’s trying to tell him. He won’t give up. Not now.

“I love you,” he says, voice thick. “I’m gonna fix this.”

Dave just stares at him, barely able to keep his head up, and James gives a wet smile, though it doesn’t reach his eye.

He presses a kiss to Dave’s lips, though he’s soft, gentle. Dave kisses him back, but only a fraction, what with the little strength he has left. When he pulls away he lets their foreheads touch for the briefest of seconds, just holding Dave against him.

James finally pulls away and gives him one last smile before he turns, legging it towards the stairs.

He’ll have to call Cliff, tell him to come right the fuck now. Or maybe he should call the cops.

He runs up the stairs, twisting the knob, only as soon as he opens it, he’s whipped around the head, the wood of a bat bashing into his temple, and he’s sent sprawling backwards, falling down the stairs, hitting his ankle on the way down until he’s left in a heap on the floor.

He blearily looks up, sees a dark silhouette at the top of the stairs before the fog clouds over him and he passes out.

[red-elric]

okay so like. theres a part of me that wants to say smth like 'after all his promises and morals, vash just kills knives? whats the point then!' but. ive been left FLOORED and still think its really good so lets think about this some more. like its not unsatisfying at all; let me figure out why. this might get a little stream of consciousness

i think the penultimate episode where vash struggles to come to terms with having killed legato is crucial here. he comes into the episode shaken; no one has the right to take the life of another, regardless of what they do, he's stopped living up to rem's ideals, he's killed a man and even though legato was a killer, even though milly and meryl and the townspeople would have died if vash hadnt killed him, theres smth in vash thats screaming out that its NOT RIGHT. that its a mistake. but then vash ackowledges that, and its through making the mistake that he finds his peace with what he's done; everyone makes mistakes, and as long as you keep trying to do better next time, youre still okay. and like.... that on its OWN still doesnt sit right w vash killing knives, but hold on! theres another layer

because whats REALLY important here i think is that vash is acknowledging that hes ALLOWED to make a mistake. and i think something much much deeper clicks here; this is the point where vash shifts from 'plant/superior being who preaches kindness, can always find another way out, and refuses to break his morals' to 'human who can and does make mistakes, and isnt any better than anyone else.' for as much as vash loves humanity and has tried to live among them, theres been heavy themes that hes NOT one of them throughout the show, even before its more explicitly revealed. humanoid typhoon. angel. plant. act of god. knives is so clearly out of touch with humanity, and embraces it, but vash is just as bad; hes just trying to pretend hes human. half his smiles are fake. his haircut is one rem gave him. one of his arms is a prosthetic and the other turns into a plant gun that destroys cities overnight and puts a hole in the moon. he doesnt BELONG.... until he does!

going back a step further here. wolfwood is absolutely crucial. he's an ideal example of the worst kind of human (and theres some deep heavy symbolism of him being a priest, the ambassador to a higher existence that speaks with the angels on behalf of humanity), he has killed time and again, he shoots a child to protect his own. vash cant understand him, until after he's already dead and vash has to shoot legato. wolfwood was a crutch for him, making the hard choices so that vash didnt have to, but he also becomes the model that vash follows, because even after everything else, vash FORGIVES him. vash recognizes that wolfwood was following his own morals, protecting his own people, and was able to grow and change and love in ways that prove that he was still, to the end, a good person. and if vash can offer that forgiveness and salvation to wolfwood without question, then it follows that he can offer it to himself, as soon as he stops acting like he should somehow be better than the rest of humanity

and all that on its own, with just the death of legato, is a very very good arc. so why does vash still need to kill knives afterwards? well..... because trigun is also a story about abuse. its about brothers who love each other so so much, but one of them uses that love to convince the other that the two of them are special, that the whole world besides them should die, that if vash would just sit tight and LISTEN to him then everything would be okay. a brother who cries like a child when vash dares to rebel against him, who insists vash is a fool playing games for leaving him and trying to save everyone else. vash spends the series following rem's final command: take care of knives. he cant kill knives, cant even hurt him, cant do anything to stop him when knives has been wiping towns off the map, because deep down knives MUST be good, there MUST be something worth saving, and vash is the Only One Who Can Stop Him. who can protect him. who can take care of him. and thats.... vash's way of seeing himself as the special little boy, the protagonist of the story, the Superior Being he keeps pretending he isnt. so OF COURSE when vash acknowledges his humanity and the fact that he just... cant do everything, hes able to see that actually, he cant fix knives. maybe no one can. and even if someone could, it would be a long time of people hurting before it happened. and vash can do something now to save those people and free himself from the cycle of abuse, so he does

and man. fuck. the shows been telling us from the beginning that vash is just some guy. we spend four or five episodes with no confirmation that he actually IS vash the stampede. he acts like a side character in his own story. its only when meryl starts to believe he's someone special that the audience starts to see it, and fittingly, its meryl speaking in his defense with the words 'no one has the right to kill anyone else,' as if shed say the same thing about anyone else, as if its not just that its VASH that drives her to defend him; thats when vash's humanity becomes real

anyway good show

[spacedlexi]

Hiiii, your art is gongeous first off

Second, you have any tips for getting good at anatomy and proportion? I see your sketches from your wips and streams and the figures and poses look so spot on always

thank you!!!

the best way to get better at anatomy and proportion is to do some life studies. there are a lot of sites you can use that will give you (generally) good poses to work with. if its at all possible for you though i Definitely recommend taking a life drawing course. one of my favorite classes was the life drawing class i took where i was the Only actual student in the class and everyone else were people in their 60s+ just taking it for fun. my prof was incredible and would give us really great demonstrations and knowledge about skeletal and muscular structures. also the models we got in class were way more diverse than a lot of the models online sites use

life studies can be hard when you first start though. it really helps to understand sighting (which is where you use your pen/fingers to figure out angles and sizes and stuff). heres a more detailed explanation

i did some figure studies the other day and i left a lot of my sighting lines. i use them not only to figure out the angles of limbs but also to help me keep things in proportion. ALSO watch your negative spaces!! that will help you get forms/proportion right too

there are also a lot of "proportion rules" that can help you when just drawing bodies without a reference. A Lot of rules.... the face alone has So many..

when i draw figures without a reference (which is..most of the time..) i think in terms of tubes. really helps with foreshortening (so do contour lines). but i still operate under the guidelines i learned from life drawing in terms of proportions/muscle/bone structure. ive gotten to the point where i just eyeball it while sketching but if something looks wrong i just check my proportions. the more you do it the more second nature it becomes which helps you focus on learning new parts of anatomy. i usually draw these figures first then just draw clothes over them, which then helps with folds/draping and stuff like that

i hope this is understandable lol............ these are all just the vague rules i remember im sure theres so many more and i am still learning myself but i hope this helps you get started. trying to find good proportion sheets/tips online can be hard and just result in some really basic stuff like the 7/8 heads tall rule which is sometimes 7.5 and i just 😵 not helpful, especially since its not even always correct. i still basically use the same general rule but slightly modified (in red). in green are some proportion rules i know (plus a couple in red), and in blue is just a little more detail

again if you have the opportunity at all i Really recommend taking a life drawing class. you might be able to find some good videos on youtube or something too. ALSO look at yourself in the mirror a lot! like really analyze yourself, the length of your limbs, where your hands fall, how wide your shoulders are, stuff like that. just Look. whenever im stuck on a pose i always go and pose in a mirror for reference. in general im always just trying to learn from the world around me :)

[definitelynotshouting]

Part 3!! This one's really long so i apologise 😭

"The hooks give lumbering chase, streams of water bleeding for the ocean"

- ooh. Firstly, the overall metaphor here is beautiful. Millions of streams and rivers that leas into the ocean, sustaining it yet so insignificant on their own. Grian's only tasting droplets of Mumbo's emotions. Leading on from the water imagery, what's there now is hiding behind a dam with the potential to be a torrent. "Bleeding *for*" highlights this, firstly with "bleeding" referencing how this sustains grian, and "for", directionally and prepositionally, is a reminder of where things are headed (these are the streams Grian is tasting, how long before he devours the ocean?) The word "lumbering" itself exacerbates this; "lumbering" is heavy, like crashing through undergrowth. It gives an impression of clumsiness, and strain. It's a reminder of how starved Grian is, and how his control only lasts so long.

-☀️

"Even half-starved, Grian had been stronger, and he'd delighted in it;"

- The "and he'd delighted in it" HURTS. He's trying to convince himself (and this instance, 'proving') that he will be fine in this state. Half-starved, he's still strong enough to pick his friends up to lovingly inconvenience them. He's even stronger than Mumbo! So that's enough to keep living like this, right? It'll all be fine!

-☀️

"A wave of unexpected heat wells in Grian’s eyes; abruptly, the careful veil of darkness is a blessing, concealing how his vision blurs, how his breaths shake with a new and quivering urgency. The vice around his lungs tightens, cinches shut, and Grian counts backward from ten, until the burn forces him into another shaky exhale."

- man. 🐴

- From my first ask, unreliable narrator-grian back at it: convinces himself his friends hate him and is surprised when they don't! Jokes aside though, fucking OUCH.

-☀️

"Because… it is. This is Grian, in all his splendid glory: a hideous gap in the fabric of the universe; a cold, bloated corpse still bleeding; a knife in the hands of murderers. Cut from a cloth woven of destruction, fear… Mumbo, with all this hapless hope, basks in the memory of nothing more than a tapestry of deceit."

- *gripping you by the shoulders reaction image*

- I just. wow :(((

- Theres so much in here to unpack, but ill try to be concise. 1) "a hideous gap in the fabric of the universe", in his creation, his life as a player was erased, memories taken and implanted into something so completely different. There is a life that once existed, and now it is "a gap", hidden in... something else? If you have someone else's memories are you them? Or just a version (a perversion, as i recall you said once). 2) "a cold, bloated corpse still breathing" woww.. firstly it's a reminder of how the player was erased, and he is simply piloting the "corpse" of someone elses memory. It's like reverse possession. Secondly, it's a testament to his current plan- how he sees himself as a dead man walking- counting the number of days he has left on one hand. 3) the "knife" and the "cloth": he was made by the Watchers to fill their ranks, and as much as he tries to convince himself he *isnt one of them*, that IS how he sees himself; no better than the beings that created him. 4) the Mumbo part. It wasn't all "a tapestry of deceit"!!! The love was real and it's STILL THERE

/POS,,,,, sun anon your commentary always hits. Im so so glad you liked this chapter so much-- its a little funny that the chap i was most worried about quality-wise this time around is the one that seems to be a huge hit with people. Everyone has left SUCH nice comments about it and im really grateful for how sweet everyone is ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 tysm, i love your analysis and commentary a TON, its genuinely a highlight of posting each chapter

[sweetsickheart]

hi val it says "ask me about my fish"

I want to know about your fish 👍👍👍

YESSSS!!!!!! okie so i need to start off my saying that i have been growing my fish collection for years and thats why i have so many im not like mega rich. also my dad pays for some of them and visits them all the time.

1st tank:

• two big oscars (tiger and leche) who ive had for years and im pretty sure theyre immortal. absolute power couple, theyve had so many babies and i had to sell them all.

• some rando snails that just appeared one day and i feel bad killing them

• nothing else because the oscars are codependent little bitches and attack other fish

2nd tank:

• a school of angle fish. there's 7-13 any given time and right now its at 11

• a red-tailed dollar fish who is silly and stares at me all day

• lots of cool rocks that my mom built for the tank with her epic pottery skills

3rd tank:

• average person's "first tank" set up. bright colored rocks, smallish tank, fake plants, etc

• beta fish. one male and one female because the males WILL murder each other

• a singular minnow i found banked in the sand on a stream next to my house and took home, im suprised the male beta hasnt tried to kill him

4th tank:

• SO many mollies. if they have an uprising they could honest to god kill me. it took so long to move them to a bigger tank because there were just too many

• i dont kill/sell them because they're my babies and also i have a big enough tank for them all to be healthy in

5th tank:

• sickbay tank. desolate besides the most expensive and correct thermometer i could find, some comfortable sand, and four different types of river plants in each corner for the sick fish to hide in

• currently has a angel fish with god knows what diseases staring at me.

• i need to clean this tank after that fish is out so he doesnt spread his sickness to the other sick fish who will come in after

5th tank:

• MY PRIDE AND JOY.

• its in the main room of the house instead of the "fish room" where all the others are.

• 240 gallons and has had its interior switched out (from freshwater to salt) so many times that its probably seen the dawn of time. its so expensive to maintain. theres been lots of tears shed over it

• currently freshwater!!

• contains: angelfish (from tank 2), blue acaras, apistogrammas, corydoras, denison barbs, and some stray guppies and mollies!!!

• is incredibly loud when cleaning out/refilling

• set so thats its INSIDE the wall + has its own very tiny room behind it for feeding, temperature checks, and maintenance

• like i said, used to be salt water, and then fresh water, and then salt water. when we want to change it we either sell the fish or move them.

• personal favorite tank

weird brick pond that is shoved into and takes up most of the space in our tiny backyard:

• lots of koi

• sometimes my bearded dragon swims in here

• when it was being built, some of my extended family swam in there with me before there were any fish or plants

• pretty big, i just said small because it's definitely not what you think when you picture a pond

• also contains a turtle whose name is brook. i actually raised her in the sick fish tank from when she was a baby that could fit in my hand. shes still pretty small, shes only about three years old

• there was an emergency a couple of months ago where everyone was on vacation and the whole pond just...drained...? apparently there was some kind of leak. there was a bit of water left, so some of the koi survived, but most died. there was lots of crying and also brook had a field day eating the fishes dead bodies.

thats it!! PLEASE ask questions or make statements or whatever, i really love my fish <333

[kiwibirdlafayette]

after the battles, yet we cannot win the war (its a mad multiverse out there that's for sure)

hi im back. its timeline time >:] very much still a work in progress, uhh only vague for that I don't wanna spoil Big Things (for no reason, this is really all for fun LMAO no one is gonna wanna produce this)

*obligatory disclaimer, all named characters are in reference to solely the RP characters, and have nothing to do with CCs

the stuff that happens after S2/before Isles isnt as important plus ive rambled about it before

During Isles tldr; Sonja revives Capsize with the help of Spark, Kristin, Phil and Ianite.

Tom returns to the present from Isles, literally falling from a rift and landing facefirst onto the deck of Capsize's boat

Jordan got taken by DreamXD into the DSMP to be trapped in the End Realm- long story short he finds Techno and Phil, they free him, he gets launched far from the Syndicate meeting room, roped into working for Wilburger and reconnects with Tubbo this is all the DSMP Sparklez stuff

When Techno's Syndicate has their ending (the canon one Phil wrote), Rux!Dianite (I'll just refer to him as Dia) uses the anomaly signal caused when Wilbur left to Utah to find Jordan and bring him home with Tubbo (Michael and Ranboo idk they fit in here somewhere im not on about writing this just yet)

Everyone's home yayyy Tom is doin his Mecha Dianite things, everyone's kinda gettin along (not really.. lots of uh. skeletons in the closet. Big Character Conflits). then Boom. Alice Syndicate (and Karl bc he deserves to get saved from whatever the fuck happens to him at the end of Isles im not that far yet LMAO anyways)

Basically. Big Frick. NoWhere (deity of multiverse) has discovered a force that is causing worlds to decay away (ooc: inactive SMPs) explaining why it seems Mianite is getting rotted despite Tom being there aka all 3 gods present

Leads them to Vault Hunters/Hermitcraft universe- long running, no decay, Vault Gods must know something

Tom gets sent there first. Cue confusion thing and him bein a little messed up with his attachment issues to Jordan after he just got his bf back, he fights Pete, gets kicked

X33n (aka deviser gaines who ditched everyone and reinvented himself) and Tubbo talk to VH!Ianite get Tom back, he talks to Vault Gods. Wendarr explains what the force was, now their worlds are untimed. This entity is like a mimic, its hard to find. Suggests they check Hermitcraft

Tom returns, the team prepares. Dia agrees to take Tom's place alongside the S1 siblings temporarily to let him investigate.

On the way to speak to the hermit gods or watchers, theyre intercepted by someone who looks like Martyn inthelittlewood (its not him) in the data streams who says they have information. Jokes on them. its a mimic, and sends them flying off their trail into a random vanilla world.

Its where Tucker went. theres also a witch there too shes chill

They catch up with Tucker, find out where he's been.

Conflict part 23, haven't fleshed this out but ends with Tucker agreeing to join them in their shenanigans one last time

Alice finds traces of the entity in a realm akin to Empires S2, its called Aitheaca.

Through her portal, Tom, Jordan, Sonja, Capsize and Tucker end up in Aitheaca, and are greeted by the fishy Watcher Merina and wither skeleton Cassell, who help them get to safety before Flash can find them

Wag is also there by a random coincidence, has just been hanging out with William and Mianite. Bro's just been travelling about the multiverse for fun

Most story takes place here; Martha's theory is the Ianite in this realm is housing the entity (Jordan agrees.. why else would his lady be evil and hellbent on keeping balance to the point of it being destructive?) Basically, them two's about to have a massive fucking wakeup call. Capsize is skeptical

Back home, Ianite, Dia and Mianite are trying to hold their crumbling realm together with the help of Spark, Mot Jeriah and Alyssa, going back n forth between Ruxomar to pick up quintessence. Its not gone well

Stuff ensues. How it ends? I really don't know yet...

and uh. I mean i do have more but its more spoilery but its for ending things which I'm still working out so yeeee But! That's the gist of it; I really wanna focus on themes of them having to understand things are temporary, the idea of things having to have an end, and when it ends, who will be there to start again with you.