#will continue to practice o7

[ano-kya]

You should play eruption by van halen learning it really helps with improvement across the board

I'm on it guitarr anon (•̀ᴗ-)7

[sea-buns]

got midterms tonight but all i wanna do is talk abt mismag

[pretzel-box]

this is going to be super silly so bear with me, please!

established relationship where sleepy reader has taken a liking to sebastian’s shop. they usually sleep on sebastian’s tail, or on the floor in starfish position. the rest can be up for perception! o7

Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Slice of Life

Words: 1,4k

Sebastian had gotten used to your little quirks. In fact, they had become part of the everyday charm that made being with you feel so special. But today, as he slithered back into the shop, he couldn’t help but chuckle when he saw you—sprawled out on the floor like a starfish. Your limbs stretched out from your body as you faced the ceiling.

“You know,” he said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, “most people use furniture for sitting.” There wasn't much furniture around but still, he held a point.

You tilted your head to look at him, a sheepish grin spreading across your face. “The floor is comfy,” you mumbled, stretching your arms and legs further out as if to emphasize your point.

Sebastian shook his head, amused. He crossed the room and stood over you, glancing down with his arms crossed. “You’re going to hurt your back lying like that, you know.”

You let out a content sigh, clearly unbothered. “Maybe, but the floor has this… grounding energy, you know? Plus, your tail was too far away.”

Sebastian’s tail, which had been draped lazily over the back of some boxes, twitched at your mention. “Ah, I see,” he said, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “My tail, the ultimate pillow.”

He knelt down beside you, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of you lying there, so completely at ease. He loved this about you—how you could find comfort in the simplest things, even if it involved odd habits like laying on the floor or curling up on his tail as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

But when you tried to sit up, you winced, a hand immediately flying to your lower back. “Ouch…”

“I warned you,” Sebastian said with a knowing smirk, though there was a flicker of concern in his voice. “That’s what happens when you lie like a starfish all day.” You groaned dramatically, rubbing at the sore spot. “Okay, fine. Maybe you were right this time.”

He rolled his eyes fondly and motioned for you to sit up properly. “Turn around. I’ll fix it.” You blinked up at him, surprised. “You’re going to give me a back massage?”

Sebastian grinned, already moving to sit behind you. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know.”

You laughed, but did as he asked, scooting forward and sitting cross-legged in front of him. His large hands rested on your shoulders, warm and reassuring, before they began to knead gently at the tight muscles in your back.

The moment his fingers pressed into your sore spots, you melted. “Oh my god,” you sighed, practically dissolving into a puddle. “Where did you learn to do this?”

“I’ve picked up a few things over the years,” he replied, his voice low and smooth. His hands worked skillfully, easing out the knots in your muscles with an expert touch. “It helps to have a partner who constantly abuses their back by lying in weird positions.”

You huffed a soft laugh, too relaxed to even argue. His fingers continued to work magic, the tension slowly melting away under his careful ministrations. Every press of his hands was firm but gentle, the perfect balance of pressure to coax your sore muscles into submission.

After a few minutes, you leaned back into him, letting your head fall onto his shoulder with a content sigh. “You’re a miracle worker.”

Sebastian chuckled, his tail curling around you in a lazy loop, as if claiming you in that moment. “I should charge for this,” he teased, though the warmth in his voice betrayed how much he enjoyed taking care of you.

You smirked, nuzzling your head against his neck. “Consider it part of the relationship benefits.”

He laughed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Fine, but only because it’s you.”

As the massage continued, you found yourself lulled into a state of pure bliss. His hands, the sound of his steady breathing, and the comforting warmth of his tail all combined to create a perfect cocoon of relaxation. It was these quiet, intimate moments that reminded you just how much you loved being with him.

When he finally stopped, you shifted slightly, leaning fully into his chest, your back no longer aching. “Thank you, Seb,” you murmured, looking up at him with a grateful smile.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he rested his chin atop your head. “Anytime, starfish. Just… try to use the pile of blankets I made for you next time, yeah?”

You giggled, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “No promises.”

Sebastian sighed, but there was a soft smile on his lips. He might tease you about your quirky habits, but truthfully, he wouldn’t change a thing about you.

After all, he loved every bit of you—even if it meant occasional back massages and tail-pillow duty.

It had been a long and exhausting week since your last expedition through the facility. The oppressive darkness that always seemed to linger in every corner had become almost second nature to you, though it never made things easier. Your flashlight had finally given out, flickering and then dying as you wandered the dimly lit halls. Frustration welled up inside you as you muttered to yourself, “Where is it…” hoping to find a spare or the familiar vent.

You stumbled through the room, feeling blindly along the shelves when your foot caught on something. You lost your balance and fell forward, your hands instinctively bracing yourself against the cold metallic floor. But beneath your fingertips, the texture wasn’t the smooth, flat surface you expected—it was rough, almost scale-like.

Panic briefly shot through you before recognition dawned. It was Sebastian’s tail, coiled and unmoving, sticking out from the vent that lined the side of the room. Relief mixed with a bit of annoyance surged through you as you slowly stood up, dusting yourself off.

“Sebastian…” you whispered, shaking your head at the sight of him half-hidden in the vent. His tail, covered in dark, iridescent scales, looked like it had simply been forgotten, left there like an afterthought. What was he doing?

Curiosity getting the better of you, you made your way over to the vent and squeezed yourself through the narrow metallic shaft. The cool metal grazed your skin as you crawled in deeper, the dim glow of light further in indicating where Sebastian was. Finally, you reached him.

There he was—the local fishman, laying on the ground like a starfish, completely lost in his own world. His head rested on the floor, his usually sharp eyes closed as if he’d been overwhelmed by exhaustion. His long, elegant tail, which had tripped you moments ago, was sprawled lazily.

“Sebastian,” you called softly, crawling closer. He didn’t stir.

You crouched beside him, taking in the sight. There was something oddly peaceful about seeing him like this, his defenses down, his constant vigilance momentarily forgotten. The stress that so often marked his features was absent, replaced with an unexpected vulnerability. Even in his disheveled state, with his tail tangled awkwardly around him and his face half-buried in his arm, there was something captivating about him.

You reached out, hesitant, your hand hovering above his shoulder. You didn’t want to startle him, but something about the way he was sprawled out on the cold, hard floor made you want to offer some kind of comfort. “Sebastian,” you said again, a little louder this time.

His eyes fluttered open slowly, groggy and unfocused at first, before they finally landed on you. For a moment, he blinked in confusion, as if struggling to place where he was and why you were there. Then, with a sigh, he pushed himself up slightly, leaning against a box as he ran a hand through his tousled hair.

“What… what are you doing here?” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep, though there was no hostility in it—just genuine confusion.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied, raising an eyebrow. “You’re half-hanging out of a vent. I tripped over your tail. Are you okay?”

He groaned softly, rubbing the back of his neck as if trying to work out a knot of tension. “I got curious about your weird habit and tried it out.”

You chuckled softly at that, sitting down beside him. “Sticking half out of the vent isn’t exactly the most comfortable for a nap.”

Instead of saying anything, he pulled you on top of him. You instantly melted into his chest, ready to relax with him.

Till he felt a tug on his tail…

It seems like a wall dweller fell over it.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

How the Rhodolite princes would react to their firstborn/newborn

Rating: PG-13 (?) Ikepri itself contains a lot of mature themes however, as such, mdni 🔞

Warnings: Brief mentions of (past) character death, grief, pregnancy/childbirth themes (no actual birth depicted), gn but implied afab, & the usual tragic Ikepri cannon.

A/N: Tried to write how they'd hold their kid and what they were feeling when meeting them. Spoiler warnings for the Rhodolite princes routes, tried not to bring up anything major though (Luke's is probably the most spoilery?). Tried to keep the princes' spouses GN, though implied afab bc newborns. (One very brief mention of Belle, but mc/reader is not Emma.) Might eventually make pt2 with the others..? Please read the warnings and proceed only if comfortable! :)

(Apologies for anything that seems ooc, I haven't written much in awhile and this is my first piece for Ikepri! I'm more used to fics rather than hcs, but I tried my best! o7)

JIN 🦅

There's so much Jin can't help but worry about. His past, his future, his country... and now he's got not one but two loved ones he would do anything for. The little bundle of joy in his arms reminds him of the times when his younger brothers were born, and how cute they used to be (well, some of them, anyway). The bleary, garnet eyes trying to look into his own have him wondering.. is this how he looked to his dear mother? There's so much he cherishes, and so much he fears, but he won't let the history of Belle repeat itself. He'd fight the entire palace if he had to, but for right now, he'll settle for tackling pesky burps and dirty diapers. Jin coos at his baby, baritone voice suddenly startling the poor thing, and he can't help but pout. The baby in his arms continues to fuss, feeling hungry.

Jin pulls something out of his breast pocket, looking over at his spouse. "So.. how much longer until they can have lollipops?"

CHEVALIER 🐅

Chevalier would likely be a bit awed upon holding his firstborn, much like the quiet way he takes in Emma's precence. Chevalier is known to be awkward with his affections, as he's far from practiced, but it's been shown on several occasions how he tries to gently pet an animal that dares to come close, or how he clumsily takes care of his love when they're feeling under the weather. He may look fine on the outside, but he's actually quite hesitant, trying to sort things out logistically at first, before sort of just settling for standing there and holding his newborn with both arms. He stares down at their gentle features, taking in every detail, making sure they're comfortable and warm in their sleep.

Looking over at his beloved in all their tired glory, in his very own Chevalier-approved affection he says, "You did well, Simpleton." While he only speaks four words aloud, his faint smile speaks the thousands he didn't quite know how to express.

CLAVIS 🐆

"Dearie me," Clavis says, holding his newborn, full of wide-eyed excitement. "They look so much like you, I can see the bunny ears already."

Being someone who values life so dearly, bringing a new one into this world, with the love of his life no less, is enough to send Clavis' heart soaring into the stratosphere. He just can't help but want to drown them in affection, but they're so small and fragile, and Clavis knows better than to risk scaring them now. He's so, so gentle with his child, unconditional love flowing off him in waves as they bond quietly (please don't get used to this, it will not last), and looks upon their splotchy tufts of lilac hair. The Lelouch genes live on through yet another generation, he smiles to himself. Clavis slowly comes over to stand by his love, placing a gentle kiss on their head.

"You're so lucky to have such a wonderful husband like me. But I'm even luckier to have you both in my life."

LEON 🦁

The happiest day in Leon's life. Second only to your wedding. Scratch that, the wedding is second.. he thinks. He's a bit frazzled from work, labor stress, and all the chaos, cut the guy some slack. No one is immune to this sweet lion's charisma, not even a newborn. They can't help but stare at his flowy hair and bright eyes, like a cartoon character come to life right before their eyes. Leon gently caresses their neck, very lightly pressing a kiss into their soft kiss to their temple. What kind of person will they grow up to be? Will they eat as much as he does? Will they fall asleep when they read too? There's a lot that runs through his mind, but ultimately, he is hopes for them to be healthy, and live happily. This child is going to be absolutely spoiled (within reason), and always have someone in their corner, rooting for them and ready to help learn from their wrongs. For now, he can worry about righting their posture instead. He tries to hold them like he read (how his partner read) in the parenting books, supporting their necks and all. It was really hard to stay awake during those, but the excitement of fatherhood helped him push through, and he's going to put it all into practice now.

"When do we start working on the second one?" (If not for the literal newborn currently in his hands, he'd be busy dodging several pillows.)

YVES 🐈

There's a lot of suppressed guilt for his mother's death in mind, and so many worries for his darling's health before, during, and after. He's a bit scared to hold his newborn, for fear of his clumsiness and "bad luck". With some assurance, he finally takes hold of them, and he could not physically be more careful with his firstborn. Clear eyes like the sky blink sleepily up at him, and Yves is fighting back tears solely for fear of them landing on the baby and somehow hurting them. The smile on his face could split his cheeks if it got any wider. The baby falls asleep in its father's arms, and he even tries breathing softer so he won't wake them. He's just trying his best, please reassure this sweet cat, he means well. (And he absolutely lost the battle against those blasted tears anyway.)

"Thank you for loving me, and for bringing our child into the world with us. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

LICHT 🐺

(Twins having twins cliché may seem redundant, I made 'em different for each brother, pinky promise.)

Licht was blessed with not one but two bundles of joy. Beautiful twin boys, who had what looked to be his vibrant silver hair and his beloved's eyes. He couldn't help the memories that surged, of happier times, and the worst of times. He knew all too well just how ruthless the court could be, but he had a chance to make things different this time. Licht seriously considered building that house he'd once mentioned, and moving you all somewhere much more peaceful. One twin in his arms, one with their other parent, he feels all thought subside when the one he's holding tries to grab at his sleeve. Licht's now-famous smile blooms across his lips much the way the sun's rays appear over daybreak; subtle, then all at once. He takes a gloveless hand, letting their tiny hand hold onto his finger as best they can, eyes gleaming from the sight before him. Licht looks over in wonder at his spouse, only to find them already watching with a tired, quiet smile.

"Things won't be easy but.. I know we can handle anything. I adore you. And I adore them."

NOKTO 🦊

(Twins for both may seem redundant, but I changed things up drastically ok, we got this.)

Nokto wasn't entirely surprised to have twins, but he had also hoped luck would be in their corner in avoiding similar fates. Two little girls, jewel-like eyes like his, and his beloved's hair color (or so it appears, though it's hard to tell for sure with so little peach fuzz). Nokto sits at the edge of the bed, holding one newborn in his arm, and reaching his other hand out for the one in his love's arms. Aside from the memories of his own upbringing, he's now having Typical Girl Dad thoughts about how to keep them safe and teach them how to stay away from cooties (boys), among other things. With a soft sigh, he gently burps his newborn after she's done feeding, rocking her slowly as she tries to chew on her father's lucious locks. Laughter bubbles past his lips at her cute antics, and Nokto feels the stress fade away, even if just a little. His heart is still getting used to receiving love and believing in it, but it's grown enough by now to love his 3 new favorite people in the world.

"If they like my hair this much now, just wait till they start to grow their own."

LUKE 🐻

Luke could not be more the picture of a teddy bear than with his newborn all swaddled up and snuggled in with their giant of a dad. He can't help but wonder if his sister is watching over them, laying next to his spouse on the bed, their newborn but a tiny dot among the two full-grown humans taking up most of the space. He promises to be there for his child the way he never really had anyone, and hopes to live more in the present now, the stakes feeling higher than ever before. A whole new life, created on purpose, gently resting in one arm and atop his broad chest, nestled comfortably and trying to suck on their thumb. Luke holds his spouse's hand with his free one, squeezing it gently, looking into their eyes with the intensity of his own emeralds.

"Look at 'em.. they're so small. Just like you," he jokes before letting out a big yawn, "But sleepy, just like me."

All rights for the characters and original intellectual property belong to Cybird. My writing belongs to myself, Maladaptivedaydreamsx, and shall not be reproduced elsewhere without permission. Ok to translate as a reblog to this post. Ok to reblog, no permission required (for those who like to be safe and ask first, all's good little homies) 💜

If you enjoyed these, I might try to make a pt2 with the other characters soon? Likes and reblogs appreciated, thank you kindly for reading! If you have any hc's of your own, please feel free to respond with them, I'd love to hear what you all think! 😊❤️ (If you'd like to be put on a tag list for any future works, please reply, though it will be a general list for writings as I'm getting back into things slowly atm,, 🙏🏻)

Also, to the lovely person who sent this in likely about 2 years ago (after I'd stopped writing on here bc life happens) ... if you're still somewhere in the fandom and end up seeing this post, thank you for your patience, and for sending something in. I'm finally trying to combat the writer's block again! 🙌🏻

[hyunluvbug]

couldn't help myself

pairing: perv!han jisung x afab reader

content: 🔞PURE NSFW!!! MDNI!!!, somnophilia, cnc (can be a touchy subject so be advised before reading!), established relationship, lots of dirty talk, free use, thigh fucking, unprotected sex (have safe sex!), creampie, breeding kink, pervy jisung is back o7

premise: you wake up from the feeling of someone between your legs. their whimpers fill you ears and you know exactly who it is. you pretend you're still sleeping while he uses you.

word count: >1k

author's note: OOPS, this is hella dirty y'all but i could not get this thought/idea out of my head so here we are. hope you enjoy lovelies <3

soft whiny whimpers fill your ears. your eyes flutter open and your body is moving back and forth.

your legs are open just a little to fit something between them. your shorts have been pulled down and so has your underwear.

his hand is wrapped around your waist to hold you in place. "so wet for me even while you're sleeping." he whispers softly. his slick cock pumps between your thighs, letting your wetness coat it.

you cheeks become warm from his words. you let your eyes close, hoping he doesn't notice you have woken up. you and jisung have talked about doing this for ages. you had consented and told him that the idea also turns you on. both of you hadn't decided when so it would be a surprise especially for you in particular.

you already were loving everything about it. being half awake also helped the situation. he was still pumping between your thighs and you let out a small moan.

"even got you moaning in your sleep. such a good girl." he pants behind you and you hold back a louder moan. he stops moving and runs his tip over your slit. letting more of your wetness coat him before he finally slides in.

his cock hits the right spot immediately as he begins to cuddle fuck you. "holy shit. you're so tight." he mumbles, his hips begin to move slowly into you. hoping not to wake you from your slumber.

"so pretty taking my cock while you're asleep. letting me use you when you're unconscious."

you let another soft whimper leave your lips. he lets his hips pick up the pace as you tighten around him.

"fuck y/n." he pants louder, he lets his hand run up your chest and hold onto your breast. the warm flesh feels soft in his hands. he fucks faster up into you, at this point you think he is trying to wake you.

you let your eyes open and let more moans slip out. not being to hold them back from how good he is fucking you. his cock filling you up to the hilt, his balls slapping against your clit. the whole scenario making your mouth drool.

"aw is my baby awake now? sorry to disturb your sleep." he teases as he continues to drive further and faster into you. you moan louder now, his cock hitting every right spot in you.

"you were taking me so well in your sleep. i just couldn't help myself. you just looked so pretty in your sleep. your pussy was just begging to be used by me.”

the wetness between your thighs increases the more he keeps talking. his breathy moans fill your ears. your thoughts are practically mush and you can't even find the words to speak. you can only whimper out his name.

his hips pick up the pace and fuck up faster into you. "gonna give you all my cum baby. wanna breed you so badly."

the wetness spreads down into his own thighs, causing wet and slapping sounds to fill the bedroom. everything about the scene is so lewd and you are enjoying every second of it.

you begin to feel your high approach, his free hand goes to your clit. he rubs it quickly while his hips continue to pummel you. "cum baby."

his demand makes you cum instantly. it spills out all over his cock. his thrust becomes ragged as his own cum mixes with yours. he pulls out letting his cock rest against the back of your thighs. his head rests on your back as you both pant heavily.

jisung pulls the covers back to see his cum leak out of your cunt and onto the sheets. he puts his finger inside of you pushing the cum back inside. you whine above him and he kisses the back of your neck. he removes his finger and you turn around to face him.

"that was so messy." he pants and you let out a small giggle.

"but, it was the best sex we have ever had."

"agreed." he smirks and you smile at him happily.

"we should go shower." you peck his lips quickly and get out of bed. he marvels at your body when you get up. you feel his cum begin to leak out again, running down your inner thigh.

he smirks to himself at the sight and you glare at him playfully. "get up lazy." you tease.

"but bed so comfy." he pouts.

"you're literally covered in cum."

"so?"

"you're gross"

"i know." he winks and you groan heading to the bathroom.

eventually, he follows you.

[8-rae-rae-8]

Can I request a lil agere 141 with cg price (reboot preferably)? Just soft snippet of them snuggling? o7 please and thank you💖

Absolutely!!!!

668 words <3

Please enjoy anon!!!

It wasn't very often that there was a full two weeks of downtime for the 141. Chaos typically followed them, but it was a lucky chance that they were able to catch a break.

And of course that meant a lot of tiny time, for both fun and stress relief.

First it was Ghost to regress, he was the one that needed to shed off the stress as soon as possible. In the middle of the night, he had crawled into Price's bed, and cuddled up to his chest. It never took long for Price to understand and cuddle his little ghost.

Then it was Gaz, who got overly stressed by some minor paperwork and needed John to calm him down. They got comfortable on the couch in their living room esque space. Gaz took a place on Price's lap, where he then pressed his face firmly into the crook of his neck until he was able to release his steam. With him, it took a little longer than Ghost to get him to completely relax. Gaz’s mind continuously pent up small problems, while Ghost stressed over mostly larger things.

It was easier to lift the weights off Ghost sometimes than it was to soothe the raging river of Gaz’s thoughts.

Finally, Soap, who regressed by the force of an oncoming anxiety attack. He found himself wandering into Price's office, with more clumsiness than usual. In just a few seconds, he had a lap full of a little Soap who needed some help to breathe. It ended with Soap falling asleep in his lap, like it usually did with him.

Price never brushed them away, or ignored the team's stress. In one way or another, it got to John. Just a little. And it seemed any time he was in his own head, his boys helped him too.

The four of them would often squeeze themselves into Price's bed. It was the biggest, of course. Arms and legs tangled together, but they always found the same spots. Soap on Price's left side with a small toy in hand, Gaz on his right, while Ghost laid between his legs with his head on John's abdomen. A pacifier between the Ghostie’s lips, as his eyes just barely remained open.

A show played, one that had Soap and Gaz nightly entertained. Something about a blue dog and her family was what Ghost caught from it.

Price glanced at each of the boys, seeing them so comfortable and relaxed made his heart squeeze in the best possible way.

Unsurprisingly, Ghost was the one who fell asleep. A heavy hand threading through his hair only added to the comfort. He curled up with his head in the same spot, but just enough to be fully under the covers with just his head peeking out.

Soap occasionally babbled something Price couldn't understand, while Gaz giggled at him or at absolute nonsense. Sometimes they were the same thing.

Soft pop sounds came from Soap's toy, a butterfly shaped pop-it, his name written on the side of the toy. Just like a parent, Price worried that it would get lost. So it should have his name on it. Soap was the only one that got that treatment, both Gaz and Ghost cleaned up after themselves. Though Ghost's cleanliness was more from a traumatized standpoint than liking things clean. Both were usually true.

John pressed soft kisses to the top of Gaz’s and Soap’s head. A hand just gently ruffling over Ghost's hair. He couldn't exactly move down to kiss him on the head either. Waking up Ghost wouldn't be a fun thing whatsoever, he got fussy and there were tears that got shed sometimes.

“I love you, boys… you know that, hm?” John muttered softly to the little ones practically attached to his sides.

“Love you..” Gaz babbled in return, while Soap just giggled and hugged Price. It was so simple yet so sweet.

If it was a perfect world, it would always be like this.

[joviepog]

HIII!!!

since u needed requests, im at your service o7

wilbur soot x fem!reader with a love or host and y/n wins and ends up picking love 🫶

love you !! <3 /p

Thanks for the request @lanaxoxoxoxoxox! Thank you for your service! XD

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Love or host

Who: Wilbur x reader

Warnings: Cursing

Pronouns: They / them

Requests: @lanaxoxoxoxoxox

Word count: 1,279 words!

Anything else: God this was harder to make than i thought but oh well! Its out and ready to read! Hope yo enjoy the end result! :D

This story is NOT proofread

“Ten of the most b-beautiful women! Out of millions,” he pauses, “millions of submissions that we had to comb through to be able to find ten perfect ladies that could be for you!” Rajj says excitedly. You giggle a bit but he continues. “Are you excited about it or are you nervous?” He says and you could practically see the cheeky grin on his face. Then you hear the voice you were waiting for. You could hear them and they couldn’t hear you. And you took advantage of this. You gasped silently as you heard his lovely British accent. You felt like such a simp. “I’m both Rajj. I sometimes get the two confused. I feel like I might pass out on this stream. Is that alright with you?” You swoon over his voice and when Rajj speaks you blink out of your thoughts. “Look if you do.. Wilbur if you do pass out...” You look at Wilbur’s screen and he has a goofy smile on his face. “It has never happened before but if you do t-that’s perfectly fine.”

You laugh and you see some others girls do as well. You scan them and realize they are all much more dressed up than you are. You just have plain mascara and a small bit of eyeliner. Everyone else has their hair curled or straighten and your’s s just how it ended up looking after your shower. You look down at your casual often and blush out of embarrassment. You were so underdressed. You hadn’t thought that everyone else would dress up like so nicely… It’s alright though, if he doesn’t pick you for your looks then he shouldn’t pick you at all. Still, you fixed your hair.

“Hi! I’m Wilbur.” You all collectively said hi and he continued, “I’m from London. I play a lot of Minecraft. I do a lot of music. I do a lot of YouTube. I do a lot of streaming.. and uh- that’s pretty much it. Oh. And I’m here with you and Rajj.” He gives a goofy grin and everyone laughs at his awkwardness. “I’m 6 foot five! I don’t know what I weigh.” Wait how tall? Almost instantly someone asked the same thing you were thinking, “Are we still on the same page with the fucking height? What five feet?”

“Yeah..” you said quickly. “Is there something is the room that I can compare myself to?”

“YEAH THE DOOR!” You said quickly as you pointed towards your screen. Wilbur’s eyes widened at your enthusiasm and everyone backed you up. “That’s not a door that’s a big wardrobe.” You laughed and he took off his headphones. He walked up towards the wardrobe and you all gasped as you looked at his height. When he sat back down and Kadyland started to speak. You smiled and you listened to her speak. But what you didn’t know is that Wilbur was staring at your screen the whole time. Listening, but still staring at you. He knew from the moment he saw you that he would pick you. But of course, he would still have to play along.

Kandyland soon finished at wilbur asked, “What’s fourth base?” And you laughed at that comment. Then Niki went, then Bafy went, then Bridgett, then Novur, then Minx, then Sereda, then Ali, then you. You freaked out a bit but you spoke with full confidence. “Hi wilbur my name is U/n.” “Hi U/n” he said quickly before you continued t explain yourself.

“Chat throughout the course of this stream I am actually going to be training wilbur to talk to women since it is his first time. “Aweee.” Came from everyone’s mic and you scoffed, but still smiled. “Yeah I’m actually shaking a bit Rajj.” Then there was a bunch of feedback from the girls and you laughed.“Please don’t give me sympathy it just makes it worse.” This made you burst into laughter and wilbur laughed too.

Then, it was time for the first elimination. Serena was the one who ended up going, and she chose host. Then there was another elimanition, then another then another. Till it was just you and niki. It was time for the one on one date and you couldn’t help but blush a bit. “Who wants to go first?” Asked rajj. You all sat in silence for a moment before niki went.

You talked to rajj for a good moment and then they came back. It was your turn.

“Hi wilbur!” He let out a small chuckle, “Hi. How’s it going?” You gave him a soft smile and that made him melt. As kind as Niki might be her kindness could never compare to your smile. “It going good! How are you Wilbur?” You asked, very genuine. “I- I’m good. I’m just on a dating show right now.” You let out a small giggle “How’s that going?” You said with a smile. “I’m going to tell you something U/n its fucking hard!” You both laughed, “Did it turn out the way you wanted it?”

He stared at his monitor for a moment, trying to make eye contact with you, “I guess we’ll have to see huh?” You stared at his screen and blushed widely but you quickly changed the subject., he laughed at your reaction. “Oh shut it Wil.” He continued to laugh, “So what’s your favorite drink.” He thought for a moment before coming to a conclusion, “Water.” “Water?” You said softly. “Not a lot of people say that.” He smiled, “Oh I know.” There was an awkward silence and you spoke again. “Wilbur?” “Mm?” “Why are you so perfect?”

The timer went off and you blushed at your fowardness. Wilbur’s eyes were wide and you swear you could see a hint of red. “So how do you guys think you did.” “I think it went lovely.” You said with an innocent smile, “I think it went w-well… we found something in common so that was nice.” Niki spoke up and you smiled at her response. She was such a lovely person, you wouldn’t be surprised if she won, she was amazing after all.

Niki started to compliment you and you started to get flustered, she was proving your point. “Same to you Niki!” You said cheerfully. “You’re a lovely person. I know you’ll definitely win!” Then, wilbur came back and you all perked your heads. Rajj was the first to speak, “Whoo! That was the nicest waiting period ever!” Wilbur laughed at this. “Yeah?” He laughed awkwardly, “I feel awful! Very uncomfortable uh..” he laughed.

“The winner of the Rajj(something something)… Is…” here it was. The moment that Niki was getting chosen. You felt your heart break slightly but you kept your smile on. There was a long pause before Rajj spoke again, “U/N!!!” You eyes widened and there was a fake clapping audio heard in the call. Niki cheered for you and you yelled, “Yeah lets go!!!” You giggled and wilbur looked at your screen with a small smile. After a few seconds the cheering was stopped by Rajj. “Don’t start cheering yet. We need to find out if she picked Love or Host.” There was silence in the call and Wilbur prayed you picked love. You already knew what you picked. A smile formed on your face. “They picked….” Silence.

“Love! They picked love Wilbur!” You smiled and opened your arms wide in victory. The chat was going wild and wilbur smiled brightly. The thing soon ended and you and wilbur exchanged numbers. Soon, you two became friends practically fell in love. You were in love.

I’m not sure how much i liked how this turned out but oh well! Enjoy! :D

The video i used. <- Click here!

[shiroselia]

Hello SSOBlr welcome to Math With Manda

Where Manda explains capitalism because for a platform which claims to be the smartest out of the available SSO communities with a high rate of supposed tax payers, y'all seemingly don't know how money works

Current Scenario:

We get 100 Star Coins a Week. 1 week of real life time is equivalent to 100 in game star coins.

You need 1000 Star Coins to purchase One Horse in this game. (rounded up because in practice it Is 1k star coins per horse especially if ur shooting for the more expensive ones.)

1000 Star Coins is achieved through waiting 10 real life weeks. Hence. One Horse is Equivalent To 10 Real Life Weeks.

This means. That in a year, which has 52 weeks. You can realistically get 5 horses for free. If the player has purchased a lifetime subscription. 5 free horses is equivalent to One Year of Playing.

5 horses is not a lot, by most players standards. This means that there is an insentive for players to purchase ADDITIONAL STAR COINS. FROM STAR STABLE ENTERTAINMENT. WITH THEIR REAL MONEY. WHICH SSE NEEDS TO SUSTAIN THEIR COMPANY. PAY THEIR BILLS. PAY THEIR STAFF (Which y'all seem to atleast understand is p important so that's always that). AND CONTINUE TO PRODUCE THEIR PRODUCT WHICH YOU CLAIM TO LIKE. THIS IS ESSENTIAL TO THE GAME'S EXISTANCE.

Hypothetical Scenario:

We get 200 Star Coins a Week. 1 week of real life time is equivalent to 200 in game star coins.

You STILL need 1000 Star Coins to purchase One Horse.

BUT. NOW. 1000 Star Coins. Is the equivalent of FIVE WEEKS.

WHICH MEANS. That ONE HORSE is the equivalent to 5 Real Life Weeks, Which Is About A Month. One Month. Is Equal To One SSO Horse.

A year still has 52 weeks. This means, that if they raise the weekly allowance, players will have the ability to purchase 10 horses a year.

10 horses is the equivalent of one whole year of playing.

SUDDENLY. THINGS CHANGE. 10 horses is quite a lot. That's what I buy annually if I'm having a Good year. 10 horses is considered above average player spending. But. Now you get that for free. 10 horses is a lot. By most players' standards.

Suddenly, I don't feel the need to buy any star coins anymore. Because the free ones I get cover my need of horses annually. This means I don't feel like spending money on Star Stable Entertainment.

This would probably be the most common sentiment. 10 horses is a lot. Why would we need additional star coins.

So nobody buys any star coins.

And suddenly. Things CHANGE.

Bye bye Star Stable Online o7

(And before anyone says BUT MANDA: STAR RIDER. Nobody fucking buys the renewable ones because Lifetime is STILL the most attractive and above all else WORTH IT choice for the consumer. The player has no real reason to invest in a monthly subscription. So paying a permanent 60€, give or take, is more worth it than giving SSE, say 10€ a month. Which is 120€ a year. Pretty much. DO YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH MONEY LIFETIME LOSES SSE YET.)

[benjiminyard]

ㅤㅤ🙡ㅤ 𝑊 𝐴 𝑁 𝑇 𝐸 𝐷 𝐶 𝑂 𝑁 𝑁 𝐸 𝐶 𝑇 𝐼 𝑂 𝑁 𝑆 ㅤ🙠

Essas são algumas conexões que procuro para desenvolver com o Benji! Nenhuma tem restrição de gênero e também não tem problema pegar mais de uma, o importante é ser feliz. Apesar dos leves desvios de caráter que normalmente ficam escondidos bem lá no fundo, Benji é uma pessoa razoavelmente fácil de lidar. Tende a ser descontraído e sabe respeitar o espaço de cada um — mas só quando ele quer. Benji é um curandeiro no acampamento e é pansexual, mas se desinteressa por todos os gêneros igualmente. Ele não se mete em muita confusão, mas o caos parece sempre acompanhá-lo de alguma forma. Gente, a cada edit ele fica mais endemoniado, mas eu juro que ele é gente boa ok

O1. O SUS do SUS ( 1 / 1 ﹕ @sonofnyx )

Por estar no lugar certo na hora certa, seu personagem acabou salvando a vida de Benji no evento do baile em que deu tudo errado, e agora tem que lidar com Benji demonstrando uma gratidão desnecessária. Ele não sabe como pode retribuir algo tão grande, então faz tudo o que tiver ao alcance. Desde então, não importa o quanto seu personagem é patético, ele o vê como uma figura inspiradora e digna de admiração, romantizando até a forma que ele respira. OBS: É obrigatório o personagem seja meio patético para que a dinâmica fique engraçadinha.

O2. It's not the same anymore ( 0 / 1 )

Benji e seu personagem tinham uma relação próxima, mas tudo mudou quando saíram juntos numa missão. Quando teve que escolher entre salvar seu personagem e o item mágico que foram recuperar, a escolha foi muito fácil para Benji, que ignorou completamente os apelos. Pareceu tão fácil para ele que seu personagem se magoou profundamente, e por muito pouco não acabou morto mesmo. Seu personagem ainda se lembra vividamente do terror daquele dia, do quão perto chegou de morrer. Talvez ainda carregue cicatrizes. Depois disso, obviamente a relação nunca mais foi a mesma.

O3. Drama x Practical ( 0 / 1 )

Seu personagem é um verdadeiro drama queen, exagera tudo, faz drama até por fio de cabelo caindo. Enquanto isso, Benji é uma pessoa prática que não suporta ter que lidar com esses dramas, mas seu personagem sempre acaba trazendo-os até ele indo a enfermaria. Benji acusou seu personagem de ser hipocondríaco e já deu inúmeras indiretas, mas nem isso adiantou para fazê-lo parar de retornar à enfermaria. Mesmo quando não está doente, a criatura insiste em usar até o serviço para saúde mental. Chegou num ponto que só de ver a cara do seu personagem ele já fecha a cara.

O4. You are my problem now ( 1 / 1 ﹕ @kissedbythedead )

Depois que Benji trouxe seu personagem para o acampamento numa missão, passou a se sentir responsável por ele. Seu personagem querendo isso ou não, o curandeiro decidiu colocá-lo debaixo da asa e auxiliar com o que ele precisa, mas do jeitinho dele, sendo meio invasivo e inconveniente pelo bem desse pobre coitado.

O5. Reckless x Protector ( 1 / 1 ﹕ @christiebae )

Seu personagem é inconsequente, gosta de sair para fazer as coisas mais absurdas possíveis. Benji vive dizendo que seu personagem não devia fazer isso, mas acaba sempre indo junto para garantir que ele não irá fazer merda dessa vez. Afinal, quer que o amigo continue vivo.

O6. O pior paciente do mundo ( 1 / 1 ﹕ @misshcrror )

Uma pessoa que vive fugindo da enfermaria, mas que não pode escapar das mãos de Benji. Ele se nega a deixar uma pessoa tão destrutiva se matar e gerar despesa com o enterro, e por isso vai atrás para tratá-lo à força.

O7. Amizade por interesse ( 1 / 1 )

Benji se tornou um amigo próximo do seu personagem apenas por interesse, já que viu ali uma oportunidade de tirar proveito de alguma coisa. Pode ser por interesse financeiro ou para se beneficiar com os poderes de seu personagem, caso ele tenha algo que dê para utilizar. Devido a isso, Benji tolera coisas em seu personagem que não toleraria em mais ninguém e até assume a culpa pelas merdas que ele faz, mas às vezes dá uns deslizes e é tão frio que faz seu personagem sentir que tem algo errado nessa relação esquisita.

O8. I know you're the devil ( 0 / 1 )

Seu personagem tem certeza que Benji drogou propositalmente o chá dele, mas, além de não poder provar, ele segue negando tudo até hoje. As memórias do que aconteceu nesse meio tempo são muito confusas, mas ele se lembra de Benji se comportando com a doçura de um demônio, ajudando-o e, ao mesmo tempo, instigando seu personagem a revelar coisas íntimas sobre si mesmo.

O9. Parceiros de treino ( 0 / 2 )

Seu shape inexplicável chamou a atenção de Benji, mas não daquele jeito. Por seu personagem ser bom no soco, eles se tornaram bons parceiros de treino, ambos visando aprimorar suas habilidades no combate corpo a corpo.

1O. Pior que jogo do bicho ( 1 / 1 ﹕ @prideisgonnabeyourdeath )

Benji e esse personagem não podem ficar juntos que já começam a apostar alguma coisa, pois sabem que essa vida precisa de uma adrenalina pra ser bem vivida. Ambos já apostaram coisas absurdas entre si e fizeram coisas que vão levar para o túmulo.

11. Aprendiz ( 1 / 1 ﹕ @notodreamin )

Seu personagem viu em Benji uma oportunidade de crescer aprendendo as técnicas de medicina com ele. Ele é um bom mentor quando quer, mas você tem a impressão que ele tenta te fazer de escravo te passando serviços que parecem meio aleatórios ou que ele diz ser o preço pelo conhecimento que te passa. 

[thebluespacecow]

HII!!! HELLO!!! how are you babe? Sending you the ask and returning the favor! please infodump on me 💪💪💪

I've listed some specific ocs but honestly you can tell me everything about everyone and I'll listen happily 

1 to Kai and Rae? 3 and 4 for Lauma and Nora? Ah! 10 for Kai! 17 and 18 for Eliza 😏 21 for Greg. 22 for Eliza and Nickole. 26 and 27 for Lauma again. Ah! 28 for Kai! 30 for Kai and Rae? Mmm and 34 and 35 for Pandora >:] 

Many thanks, beloved mutual 

Hii??? Hello? What are you doing in my house. I've never thought about any of this, actualy.

Lets...do improv then? Bonkers. o7

1. are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most? (Kai and Rea)

Huh. Honest to god i'd have an answer for any other but these two. Both of them are shades of blue (diffrent kinds, Kai is so much more electrifying and Rea is more desaturated and warm for their species), as per their skin, but whenever i draw them i have to fight the urge to dress them in yellow.

So.

Rea is a honey mellon yellow, leaning into green like leaves in the coming of fall.

Kai is ether a cool (both terms apply) black or the same glow in the dark yellow as her eyes?

3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon? (Lauma Skujiņa, Nora Odera)

Lauma has her fists and a trust in her bones not to break and nothing else. (Her quirk, it's her quirk, she's shattering walls with it)

Nora? Nora Odera? Sickly insane lady? Babes, she takes a needle to her skin and carves at her own flesh. The only thing she's fighting is time. (Although you can argue that it's stuburnence)

4. how crafty/resourceful are they? (Lauma Skujiņa, Nora Odera)

For Lauma there is always some way to get out of a sittuation. Be it handeling awkward silence over coffee and cakes with people she dosn't realy know, or having to ease the quiet sobs of a child lerning to fear death while the weight of a building is on her sholders. She's lerned to go through most things with an ease and grace sometimes simply lerned in the moment.

Nora is...she's messy. Right below her surfice she is messy and volatile and so, so deeply tierd. Though, if you can give her enough time then anything can be taken care of. If she can be given the chance to stress over her short future to sickening detail, then she can give quick resolutions to issues after long thought.

10. if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem? (Kai)

Oh, big, big fan of jewlery. One of the few little things they're openly an enjoyer of. Got their ears pearced at the same time as the rest of the littles from their home, but unlike the rest, they continued getting little, cool metals for their ears. All hand made. By themselves or their sister or heirlooms from people before them. A good gift for them are rings that curl around the finger, which are, sure, not Practical (hard metals on your flesh in permanently cold places are an insane thought) but why else do you think teenagers stuff their full fists in their pockets?

17. how did they spend their summers/free time as a child? (Eliza Martins...oh boy :|)

Like a duckling she'd follow around Dick when both of them are home for summer. Cry when Bruce sudgested she go to some rich kid summer camps to skatch and paint and draw in pretty places with other kids. Things like that would never pan out. If obe of them had a specific camp they would genuenly enjoy (all of which Bruce did extensive reserch for), then both of them had to go. And if not tailing Dickie? She'd pick weeds and water gardens with Alfred, lern the little things only people with decades of expiriance can show.

18. their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing? (Eliza Martins)

Mmmmm....hmmmm....

Well.

Okay, this is something that has been bouncing around the back of my brain for however long i've had Eliza. So. So like. She had the same morals instiled as every bat. Of course she had. But, sadly, her morals do not matter in any of this. Never had. She functions on rules set for her by a being far older than time. She will do as things must be done and if she feels guilt or remorse-does not matter. This isn't an always thing. She is also put in situations where her best answer is the only one she's given, so it's not all always violence and murder from the get go. It's just that she wouldn't have a say in it if it was.

21. their favorite place to be? (Gred James)

Hm. His living room. Preferibly by himself. Preferibly with a warm tea and phisicaly heavy food. Preferibly in silence.

22. do they sleep well at night? (Nickole Moor, Eliza Martins<3)

Eliza is hit with the smell of home and a soft pillow and is out like a fucking light. No dreams, little nightmares. And if there are? Far too vivid to not be hounting in a way that only drains her more than she rests.

Nickole sleeps at odd hours. She has a genuen job, works actual hours (sure, she's in charge of them, but motherfucker needs shit to do to not go insane), so she should sleep more than she does. But there is always something to do. She likes doing things, she has passion for her craft, she knows that her cervices are needed for many in ways she may not even fuly know. So she works, late into the night. But her actual sleep? Bristles at any little sound and has nighmares and will call Jason at fucked hours if need be.

26. how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids? (Lauma Skujiņa)

Lauma has truly buil herself for fighting. She is tall and she is lean. Controled hands and steady feet, so much of how she moves is so terribly aware. Things like that have been dictated by her quirk, things like that have been formed because of how her skin tugs at scars of past mistakes as she moves. Quiet reminders as to why she is like this now.

27. if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch? (Lauma Skujiņa)

Too tall for football, too dissinterested in basketball. 👍

28. how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone? (Kai)

With tough love. They bully their friends into taking care of themseles, drag them to bed, keep them under Kais body weight so they don't leave. They curl their tail around loved ones when something feels off, or when they've fallen asleep on their sholder. All little things, soft and small toutches full of radiating warmth, or tenderly hand crafted jewlery. Stuff as such.

30. do they smell like anything notable? (Kai and Rea)

I so, so genuenly do not know. Think of snowey hills and warm cotton socks, and the sent cats leave on beds. Maybe you'll get there.

34. how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are. (Pandora)

She lies. Every new name a new story to weave. So little of who she is will ever be tangable in the words she's been using to tell about herself to whoever. A diffrent person gets a diffrent lie. All of them running so deep and so old that they may as well have shaped history.

35. do they ever return home? (Pandora)

It's no longer there. It never again will be.

[legendarybelmont]

hey. hey wait. ok youve given me brainworms over this. i think the best name for the whole concept of a conclusion of the sorrow story being called “coda of sorrow” is very fitting actually. because. idk gow much yk ab music terminology but a coda is basically a function in music which requires you to replay the piece from the beginning, but leads you to a different ending than the orig. coda also means end (lit. “tail), ie an end to sorrow. an end to the cycles of pain and sadness and trauma which overshadow the entire castlevania franchise + narrative :]

also the idea of arikado eventually discarding the title of “alucard” and fully just. going by and embracing the title of “dracula” by the end of the narrative is so. ough. idk if thats something youd use/keep but. OUGH.

i also have. emotions about actual like musical aspects, ie how one might go abt writing the boss theme for him in this au but i dont wanna. clutter up your ask box lol

i am. so very normal about this i assure you.

- vampirebelmonts / saratrantoul i just cant send from my main bcs its not my default

thats my job o7 or so my two friends who care can tell you. as far as i can tell once you get stuck in the "oh arikado is really shitty actually" realisation theres no going back :D it actually happens to add a lot more depth to the story, even though arikado is really just mean in aria because they needed a plot device and everything in dawn is coincidental, and they 'fix' his personality in grimoire of souls (... mostly, hes just really fucking mean to death instead which is actually unlike him, him and death are usually quite amiable considering the circumstances). something something breaking cycles is one thing but its not as easy as it sounds, especially if, unlike soma, youve been chewed up and spat out by them continuously, intimately. its nice contrast

i dont know jack mcfucking shit about musical terminology teehee so thats really interesting! i didnt really have a solid name in mind, just thoughts about arikado and alucardraculas final words as he dies and whatnot. also the difference between the good ending (breaking the cycle, just a different one this time, a personal one) and the bad ending (it keeps going babyyyy all hail the inevitability of fate being blended with self-perpetuation until the lines are completely blurred)

the part about dracula as a title and alucard keeping it happens to tie into my most shitposty au of all time, a vhd crossover au, and im not going to elaborate further because its a bit shitty but yeah no ABSOLUTELY something id keep. the light novel does show that dracula is a title, judging by the way death phrases things, so! you know how it is. fun

anyway yeah this whole thingamajig is kind of my pride and joy as a castlevania fan? even though its probably kind of obvious and i heavily doubt im the first person to think of it, i like to consider it my crowning thought piece, as disconnected and rambly as it actually is in practice because it COULD be a whole ass essay except im bad at writing and well bejvyihdik. so anyway the point is i like talking about it and maybe showing off a little when im not petrified with anxiety so feel free to spam the inbox i really dont mind :]

[elegyofthemoon]

this is logging for yesterday as i didnt want to post anything aside from resources/awareness on palestine o7

It was actually nice to take a step away for a little bit from social media for the strike haha I think I should do it more often and maybe it'll happen more during the 6 months break.

I managed to work on one scene for this Chonky fic I'm working on so now I'm 4/6 scenes done!! But…. now I think I have to split the fic not just into two pieces but Three because of how large it was getting😔😔Shall think about it once I'm in full edit stage rather than writing stage

ALSO managed to finish a really stupid comic I made that was just meant to be an expression practice but hey, if I can do something extra silly with it, whoopie!!

Getting my friend into Honkai has been fun :] woke up to him screaming about new blorbo and its been fun reliving Second Eruption through his experience but now I just really wanna reread it instead of continuing with Honkai jdbsjjdjs whoops.

aaa i also was streaming honkai for my friend since the combat is kinda wack in that game and !! it was a lot of fun!! ;;v;; we restarted the game and i got kinda sad rewatching some of these scenes but it felt nice hanging out w friend!! was also worried that the social anxiety would start beating my ass but !!! i had fun !!! hhfhds maybe its just bc we're playing the big interest so it was easier to judt focus on the game fndndndns

FINISHED ONE OF THE WIPS THAT HAVE BEEN CAUSING ME SO MUCH PAIN I edited it a few times now but it's still not as smooth as I would hope it to be, but hey!!! At least we did it !!!! and like, it can't be smooth with how the character is anyways so. it is what it is kndndnd

im so sleepy rn asldfjah i need to wake up a bit more before i start doing things

[sovaharbor]

Sova angst 18

o7

eyes emoji....... thank u for this treat o7 [ from here! ]

18. forced to watch

Fingers work their way through the hair at the top of Sova's head, taking hold by the root and yanking his head up. The beeping of the spike is incessant, and even in the playback of a security camera feed it feels like it's digging into his ears.

"You think I'm going to let you look away from this?"

Brimstone's voice cuts through the beeping, sharp and angry. His grip tightens around Sova's hair, pulls harder, holds him up straighter in his seat.

"This is your fault," Brimstone continues, voice falling lower. "You missed your shot. You let them plant the spike. You failed, Sova. You failed me, you failed your team, you failed our Earth -- and you failed yourself. Now watch."

He doesn't want to. He doesn't want to. He wants to close his eyes, melt into the chair, fade into nothingness, anything other than confront the fact that he's failed, that he's finally shown everyone that he isn't infallible like the man who never missed a shot purports.

But just as the spike is about to explode, Sova jolts forward with a wracking gasp.

He's not looking at a screen, and Brimstone doesn't have a hand in his hair; he's sitting in the dirt, knees to his chest, gun in his hands. The abandoned facility they're in is dark and quiet, practically a ruin. And Fade's head is on his shoulder, her breath puffing slow and steady against his neck. She's asleep. They both were.

"Fade," he hisses, shaking her shoulder. "Fade."

Fade startles awake with a gasp of her own, eyes flickering around wildly, gun raising, before her gaze settles on Sova. A sharp exhale passes through pouted-out lips. "Sorry," she whispers. Then, she lowers her gun and reaches for her pocket, starting to grimace. "Think I need a smoke after that one."

When she finally procures her pack of cigarettes, Sova wordlessly holds a hand out, and she gives him one with no complaint. That's the only acknowledgement either of them will give to what's just happened, Sova figures, and he's okay with that.

With a click of her lighter, Fade lights Sova's cigarette first. He lifts it to his lips, inhales, and lets the warmth burn in his lungs for a couple beats before exhaling in a steady breath.

It's dark enough that, even though they're keeping watch, the odds of anyone finding them from the trails of smoke they're about to let off is practically negligible. They're both hunters in their own rights; they both know this.

He just needs something to excuse the way his hands are shaking, anyway.

[kh2prologue]

filled an art review for funsies

actually was surprised how easy it was to find pieces to fill this out. i have a lot more to improve on and want to continue to work and practice but i am pleased with my progress :). i’m proud of actually making an effort to “finish” pieces more this year, and also drawing a Lot more digitally in general. also nanowrimo which was awesome too !!!! sketched Two animatics this year too and had a lot of fun with art…. for the sake of the projects i love so much i will continue o7

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[in-the-whisper]

so i have been reading the bible for the first time in like five years and oh my god it has sucked so much the bible is so fucking hard to read. (and by read i mean i started with genesis and am currently halfway through Matthew) (i thought the bible was short but it's apparently 700k words long which is longer than the whole of the lord of the rings and the hobbit combined. so . no it isnt short)

two important thoughts for right now:

Life Lesson #1

i genuinely thought for the last like,, ten days that i would have to stop being a christian because as much as i Adore christian philosophy, it has to be grounded in the bible and if the bible is bad then it's all bad

here's part of a journal entry i wrote about it:

I include this because i want you to know that when im looking for answers I Mean Business and i am not above fundamentally changing everything about what i believe based on new evidence. it freaked me the fuck out but i needed to know that if god is evil and i find out about it that i will walk away rather than continue to worship a cruel sadistic God. im not making promises but if you believe in god then you know He Did make promises and one of them was that he loves wisdom, and that it is a good gift, and that he gives good gifts.

my point is that when questioning God, he says ask seek and knock. if he's real then he will show up. if he isn't real it's no longer your problem . \.-./ in my experience he usually shows up even if he takes his time and sometimes it isnt exactly what you want but it's enough to be satisfying (although a three month turn around is kind of insane in biblical terms and he provided me with a woman theologian which i did specifically demand i said i will not speak to a man about rape and i said that means there's nobody for me but Bam apparently there are women who managed to get in there. she's kind of a boss ngl. i also now have a book on theology that answered some of my questions nearly immediately. which is. kind of crazy. my questions typed up are 9 pages long so it's going to be a while ok lmao)

Life Lesson #2

The bible is Not an accessible read. it just isn't. the average person can not pick up the bible, start with genesis, and read through the book of revelation and walk away with ideas about god that are universally true. you would get the big important pieces, god is holy, sin is bad, jesus died for your sins, and he is coming again, repent, love people, love God. but to have a good picture of women's sexuality, rape, violence, war crimes, virginity, sexism, child abuse, murder, and capital punishment? to walk away with an immediate practically applicable moral framework? you will not understand jack shit about the law without research it just isn't going to happen. fortunately for us average people there are scholars who have labored for lifetimes trying to make this information accessible

in other good news Jesus provided us with the Dumb Fuck Version (affectionate): Love the Lord your God and love your neighbor as yourself. If you can grasp that then you're good to go as far as biblical moral frameworks go, that's the most broadly applicable moral guideline you're gunna get. if you want answers to all your questions (i sure do) you're going to have to ,, suffer for it.

i will come back with more information compiled in a reasonable form but im on my first theology book and it's going to be the first of probably dozens. so i might not say anything for a while we'll see

Lilac, you might be thinking, doesn't the inaccessibility of the scriptures cause massive philosophical / theological problems? I currently think so but I'll let you know o7

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no thoughts only dream and tommy's dynamic... during clingy duo's would you rather stream tubbo asked tommy which would he pick between the two: would you rather never talk to wilbur again or never talk to dream again and even though tommy picked never to talk to dream again, it's the fact that tubbo, tommy's BEST FRIEND, even considered putting to never talk to dream against wilbur who tommy considers a brother. like imagine how close dream and tommy have to be for that to happen?? god their dynamic is so !!! i need more tommy and dream content

oh my god anon THANK YOU for telling me about this (i didn’t watch the whole stream) because so true- tubbo proving that dream and tommy are actually close friends...

ramble up ahead about their brotherly dynamic because anon practically enabled me here

tommy and dream have always had the light hearted brotherly dynamic. tommy does his infamous personal question bit and i remember dream used to go like “WHAT?” but now he literally has his younger sister talking to tommy like they’re old pals (and even introduced his mother on tommy’s stream for the first time). and dream as this older brother/guide for tommy really warms my heart because tommy has mentioned countless of times how they stay on calls for like two hours or so (once a week??) very often just talking about the algorithm and such and like !!! both dream and tommy are dedicated. both of them are hard workers and love making youtube videos so much and they bond over that so well, especially with dream always trying to give tommy the best of the best advice so he can thrive and do well... 

you mentioned their dynamic and wanting more of it and i couldn’t agree more. I miss their bits together on the smp, how easily they bounced their jokes off of each other and how we’d get cc!dream lore from tommy’s very personal questions (thank you o7 tommy) ooh god and every time dream goes all doting big brother mode and tommy is like “D:< disgusting. he is farming awws. shut up.” OR he starts teasing tommy instead (i.e: his glitched view count) and tommy is like “SHUT UP you are being a dick right now” / “you are an asshole you know that?”

NOT TO MENTION ! ! after one of their big lore streams, they were like celebrating how well they executed the roleplaying and shit like... your honor,, they are proud brothers!!

and tommy subtly flexing about how he hears dream’s unreleased music first before everyone else- or singing/playing roadtrip like a proud younger brother who would NEVER directly say compliments

tommy’s friendship with dream > my care for continuity in the dream smp lore

in conclusion, fuck dream smp lore, bring me back the church prime bit and when tommy would just be mindlessly building his cobblestone builds and interrogating dream about the worst thing he’s done to his siblings