#Oh geez I'm breaking character. (OOC)

[biscuitincharge]

((I dunno, I thought it was funny.))

#Oh geez I'm breaking character. (OOC)

[agaypanic]

I'm not really good at requesting stuff but can you do more malcom smut stories kinda like the ones you did with reese

Stop Talking (Malcolm Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: Sick of your boyfriend’s complaining, you make an offhanded comment about his mouth. He takes it seriously.

A/N: i have another malcolm request for a first time smut, so this one’s gonna be malcolm giving reader head bc i dont have any other smut ideas lol btw characters are of age obvi and also kinda ooc malcolm i think ?? idk man

CW: oral sex (fem recieving), fingering, slight praise kink, edging, begging

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Malcolm was always one to run his mouth about anything. Whether it was about some new book he was reading or some new problem he was having. You learned it was best to just nod along and hum in understanding, even if you didn’t have a clue what he was saying. Most of the time, Malcolm wanted an ear more than advice.

But sometimes, your ears would get tired.

“Reese is being such a dick!” Malcolm ranted, pacing around the room while you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Uh-huh.” You said tiredly.

“He’s always wrecking my stuff, and he doesn’t even care. And no one does anything about it!”

“Very true.”

“Mom and Dad should’ve sent him to military school instead of Francis. It would’ve been less of a waste of money.”

“Reese probably would’ve unionized the cadets in a week.”

Malcolm turned to you, looking betrayed and angry. If you weren’t growing annoyed, you probably would’ve laughed.

“Malcolm, baby, you have got to learn to loosen up. Look at yourself; you’re working up a sweat over Reese breaking your pencil when any other day he would’ve broken your face.” You sat up, staring your boyfriend down. “Plus, I’m getting sick of this rant of yours. I’ve heard it hundreds of times.”

“Oh, so you’re on his side?” Malcolm asked incredulously, putting his hands on his hips and tilting his head. You whined, tossing yourself back onto your bed.

“Oh geez, suck my clit, Malcolm. It’d be such a better use of your mouth.” You shut your eyes, clearly done with the whole conversation. Malcolm didn’t say anything, so you assumed it was the same for him. Finally, you had peace and quiet.

Until you were suddenly yanked down your mattress by the ankles, stopping when your legs were hanging off the edge of the bed. Your eyes shot wide open, coming face to face with your boyfriend.

“What do you want me to do?” Malcolm asked. His hands left your ankles to drag up the length of your legs, stopping at the sides of your thighs to squeeze at the flesh. Based on the tone of his voice, it was like he was challenging you. 

“Excuse me?” You asked. But then you noticed his expression. Malcolm had a slight smile, and despite the color being icy blue, there was a certain darkness to his eyes.

“Say it again.” You’ve had sex with him before, but you’ve never seen Malcolm like this. Maybe it was the anger that had been boiling inside him, and you saying what you did was pushing him to relieve that anger differently. “Say it again, and I’ll do it.” Malcolm kneaded your thighs as he waited for a response, and if he wasn’t kneeling on the edge of your bed in between your legs right now, you’d clench them for some relief.

“Please.” He tsked in response, shaking his head slightly.

“Gotta say it, Y/n.”

Part of you was embarrassed to do so. Saying it as a joke or little insult was one thing. But saying it as a request, especially while Malcolm looked down at you like this, was so much harder. 

“Suck my clit.” Malcolm kissed you deeply in response, an arm moving to hook under your waist while the other pulled a leg to wrap around his hips, making your skirt ride up. You eagerly returned the affection, moaning into Malcolm’s mouth as his growing erection grinded against your clothed clit.

Malcolm’s lips left yours, kissing down your neck and chest until he reached the bunched-up fabric of your skirt. His fingers went to slip under the waistband of your panties, pulling them agonizingly slow down your legs as if he knew the anticipation was killing you. When the fabric was completely off of you, Malcolm started kissing up your thighs, stopping at the apex where he ghosted over your eager core.

“Malcolm, come on.” You begged, wiggling your hips towards him. He gave into your plea, burying his face into your pussy and dragging his tongue through your slit before circling your clit. You jolted at the delicious contact, letting Malcolm manhandle your lower half so your legs were now dangling over his shoulders.

Your back arched off the mattress as Malcolm sucked on your clit. You were entirely correct; this was such a better use for his mouth. You two would probably do this every time he wanted to unnecessarily complain, but then you’d never come out of your room.

“So good, Malcolm, you’re so good.” Malcolm quickly became drunk off your mewling praises, gently nipping at your bud before sucking again. You planted a hand in his hair, pushing his head even closer, if that was possible.

Your grip had him groaning into your pussy, vibrations coursing through you while you tried not to squeeze his head with your thighs. Sensing you were quickly getting to the edge, Malcolm released one of your thighs to ease a finger into your quivering hole. Then he added a second, making you try to rock your hips in time to the quick thrusts of his digits.

Right when you were about to come, Malcolm pulled his mouth off of you and slowed his hand’s movements. You whined.

“Malcolm, please.”

“I dunno, Y/n. I don’t think you deserve it; you were pretty mean to me.” He was teasing you and enjoying the hell out of it. Malcolm gave a quick lap at your clit, not enough to send you over the edge but enough to make your breath hitch, wishing for more. “Maybe you should beg for it.”

“Malcolm, please, I’m so close.” That wasn’t enough for him, as he shook his head in false disappointment.

“Oh, come on, Y/n. You can do better than that.” He pressed up into that spongy spot inside of you, making you moan loudly. 

“Please, fuck, please lemme come, Malcolm. I promise I’ll be good. Just let me come.” You ground yourself down on his fingers, hoping that that plus your words would be enough to convince him. It was, and in a flash, Malcolm was licking and sucking on your bud again, finger moving at what felt like lightning speed.

He didn’t let up as you climaxed, instead riding you through it while your eyes rolled back and you made incomprehensible noises. He continued the rough pace until you came down from your high and started jolting from the oversensitivity. Then he slowed to a stop, giving your clit one last kiss that made you shutter before coming up to be face to face with you.

You kissed Malcolm, tasting yourself on your tongue. It almost made you want to shove his head back down. But you pulled away, feeling something hard against you. You looked down and smirked before looking up at your now rosy-cheeked boyfriend.

“Want me to return the favor?”

#malcolm wilkerson x reader #malcolm wilkerson #malcolm wilkerson x reader smut #malcolm in the middle x reader #malcolm in the middle #agaypanic

[heinzpilsner]

Today, there will be no logic, structure and objectivity here. Today I just wanna whine talk about Zuko's character presentation in "The Beach" episode.

Because it never fails in making me cringe.

Aesthetically, being an aimless teenager in a disastrous romantic relationship just doesn't suit Zuko's long-suffering character.

And I can't even tell for sure if it's an inadequate transition of his personality from the previous seasons onto different life circumstances, which only annoys me more.

All I know is that reading the scripts of book 1 with Zuko being an angry brat always makes me smile.

And the scripts of book 3 with similar content only make me groan.

So, "It just isn't fun anymore" is the first clue I can put my finger on.

(This, and the fact that I hate Zuko's emo haircut with passion. Geez, and after this people call the ponytail an abomination!)

Ponytail rights, yay!

But me having or not having fun, as well as my haircut unpopular preferences are not exactly good arguments in an objective character analysis. Which is my primary point of interest. Usually.

Which means I have to take Zuko's behavior in this episode into consideration.

And I kinda hate the fact.

Let's take the situation with Zuko's jealousy, for example.

(I mean... After assuming first that "Zuko being in love with Mai instead of just tolerating her out of loneliness" thing isn't ooc in the first place.

Writers, I still do not quite believe you here.)

I suppose he could become irrationally jealous in a relationship because of his insecurities, especially considering Mai's cold treatment recently, but...

Would Zuko be possessive about his girlfriend to the point of physical aggression?

I mean, he is a hot-tempered young man, and he is prone to physical aggression when angry. We saw it enough times in the past.

But before "The Beach", we could tell nothing about whether he would be a possessive partner or not - just because we never before saw him in a long-term romantic relationship.

So, this is the only precedent we can really judge this aspect of Zuko's personality by. And even with him being in a bad emotional state, this precedent doesn't speak in Zuko's favor.

And... it was introduced why exactly?

Oh yeah, just for the sake of giving Mai a good reason to break up with him for a couple of hours.

But... When I think about it, one little question arises.

Why on earth the writers decided to add new unsympathetic traits to the palette when audience was already hostile towards Zuko?

I mean, after his treatment of his uncle, and the whole Sparky Sparky Boom Man business, the guy already was at his lowest point!

Zuko's character has not yet recovered from the writers' previous assassination attempt, but they decide to deliver another blow on top of that! What a brilliant idea.

Hello guys, have you forgotten you were aiming for a redemption arc here? My sympathy for the guy already shrinked to the point of invisibility, thank you very much! It's not the time to add brand new reasons for the viewers to dislike Zuko!

So, the real problem here is not about whether Zuko is ooc or not. It's about the writers' decisions in depicting the character in certain ways in a certain point of the story.

Hence, the fundamental difference between book 1 fun brattiness and book 3 cringy disaster lies in the dynamic of the character's development.

I wonder - was it just incompetence, or... the creators' willful intent?

/paranoid noises/

(I couldn't help but analyze things in the end, could I?)

Anyway, even if they tried really hard, Zuko's character still managed to survive it. Barely, but managed.

Hurray?

(But after all, what else would you expect from Zuko of all people, lol?)

... What I'm gonna do with canonical fact of his possessiveness though?

Well, on one hand, it could be a nice addition to my 'imperfect zutara' theory. But on the other...

Ahem. Well. I guess I'll treat it just like I treat LoK and the comics!

... Did you ever hear me talking about them? That's it.

Thanks for your attention!

(Hmm. Perhaps I could try to analyze Maiko dynamic in "The Beach" as a theoretical psychological exercise, after all. I suspect I'll have to drink first to be able to deal with this stuff though. Anyway, we'll see.)

And as usual, I'm ignoring all the notifications~

#atla #zuko #anti maiko

[rheiple]

Baby Steps Freddy, baby steps

OneShot

▪︎SUMMARY↦ A few weeks of him practicing his culinary skills, Freddy's finally able to make his dear children some decent food.

▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Glamrock Freddy, Gregory

▪︎WORD COUNT↦ 1075 [Minus the dots for timeskips] ▪︎WARNING/s↦ Again it might be ooc but that's it, also this is not edited, cussing but its literally only one word

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC. I was gonna make this into a drabble but go so into it I didn't realized it turned into a oneshot. Looking at the word count at the first part of this Fic that I made, it made me motivated. Also f/f means favorite fruit.

Part I, Part II [Here]

"Woah..."

Before you there are two plates. Each plate has 1 flavor of tart, one is orange flavored, and the other is f/f flavored.

You and Gregory stared at the Dessert in amazement. The fruity scent of those tarts made you drool from hunger.

"Freddy this is..."

He chuckled. "It Looks delicious, does it not? I have strictly followed the recipe from the cook book you have bought me, to which I still cannot thank you enough for, Superstar."

You let out a giggle. "Don't mention it Freddy, atleast you're not searching on Bing anymore, hehe."

"Ah, of course." He looks away, embarrassed. "I may had, but I learned not to anymore."

"And let us not talk about that, instead we should focus on the present now." Way to change the subject Freddy.

But he's right though, why focus on the pass when you could focus on how delicious those tarts Freddy made? The sweet smelling, fruity looking, soft looking, hunger feeling, the cause of drooling, delicious, delicate fruit tarts.

"Superstars, by the looks of it, you two seem to want to taste the desserts." Freddy proudly smiled.

"Can we Freddy?" The brunette asked.

"Why of course Supersta-" It looks like that was all they needed to hear to gobble down the fresh homemade tarts.

Freddy smiled, patiently waiting for the two of you to finish your food.

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"Oh my god." You burped, immediately excusing yourself after. "Freddy, your tarts taste so good!"

"Yea Freddy, it was really good. It's too bad that someone here decided to immediately devour it, and not savor it like it should be." Gregory, the mischievous child that he is, decided to make a silly comment on the way you eat.

You know he meant that in a lighthearted way, you've been living with him for 3 months now, you know he just wants to start an argument with you. So you decided to humor him by playing along. "Hah? You're saying that as if you didn't started eating like a pig by the time Freddy gave us the ok to eat."

He narrowed his eyes, grin widening ever so slightly. "Hah? Me? Eat like a pig? At least I wasn't drooling at the sight of the food like some kind of dog!"

"Hah?! What the hell do you mean drooling like some kind of dog?! I don't drool, that's disgusting!"

Freddy watched the playful banter unfold in front of him. Sighing, he mentally takes a note to scold you both after your silly argument.

But now, with your desserts done, he could finally give you both the new drinks he had also made!

Deciding to now break the fight, he suddenly announced, "Ah, I almost forgot! I have also made a drink, along with fruit tarts!"

"You have more?!" As he expected, they dropped the fighting and started to focus on the new dish instead.

He hummed. "Wait here so I could go get it, it will be quick!" He said as he went to get the drinks.

"Geez, I wonder what it would be." Gregory excitedly mumbled.

"I think it's like, either a fruit juice, or a smoothie! I'm betting 5 dollars it's the fruit juice." You turned to him, challenging him.

"Hmm...Make that 10 and I'll bet 15 dollars it's the smoothie."

"Deal!" You smirked, but then gave him a glare. "And you better not steal my money again you rascal."

He only snickered.

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"Here it is!" Freddy put the fruit juice on the table.

You smugly smiled, looking at Gregory with the look that says "I told you so" But you only said one word. "Heh."

Gregory clicked his tongue, reaching out for his pocket to get the 15 dollars, and gave it to you under the table.

With the bet already done, you and Gregory now focused on the drinks infront of you...

The drinks are both color purple, you assumed that it must be grape flavored.

Turning to Freddy, you smiled up at him. "Those look really nice Freddy! I-" You got harshly nudged by the arm "-We cant wait to try it!"  You gave him the middle finger under the table.

"Yea Freddy... Wait.. I didn't know we had grapes, where did you get them?"

"Grapes?"

...

You look at Gregory with wide eyes, and he did same gesture. You both only had one question in mind; What the fuck?

You broke away from staring at each other to examine the fruit juice. If that isn't grapes then what the hell is it?

You thought of all the violet fruits you've bought before, but nothing came into your mind. That should be a reminder to buy more different kinds of fruits to stay healthy, but you're too focused on trying to find out if Freddy made a forbidden drink.

Forbidden drink. It made you thought of the first time he cooked food...now that you think about it, the color of the forbidden food looks exactly like the drink now.

Thinking of it made your stomach churn.

"Well, what is there to stop you from drinking, Superstars? There is no need to hold back!"

You and Gregory winced.

...

You and the child stared at each other...

You played rock-papper-scissors.

You both got chosed rock.

You played another round.

You both chosed scissors.

You played again...

...You both chosed paper.

The other one sighed in defeat, and ther one groaned. Oh well, there's no turning back now...

"...Thank you Freddy.." You both said in unison.

...

"So.. How does it taste like?"

...

'TOO SALTY!' You, and the brunette could only think of, how too much salt was added in the drink, they're sure they will have kidney stones.

And oh god, you could actually feel it happening. Your kidneys are actually hurting.

You and Gregory don't know when it happened, but you both found yourselves crouched, gripping on where the pain was, desperately trying to lessen it.

"Superstars! You are both hurt! I- I will immediately call the ambulance! Please, fight for a little longer!" The mechanic bear frantically went to get your phone to call for help. "Oh, what have I done wrong this time?"

"You... added salt Freddy... too much..." You weakly replied to his answer.

"Salt?... I...I have mistaken the salt for... sugar.."

"..."

"Why... the hell would you need sugar for... if you're making a fruit juice....Freddy..." Was the last thing you said before you passed out.

#fnaf x reader #fnaf sb x reader #security breach x reader #glamrock freddy x reader #glamrock freddy x you #gregory fnaf #gregory x reader

[losersiancebeepbleh]

BFDI Fairytale: Flowerlocks and the Three Finalists

Warning: This is a crackfic, so be prepared for characters acting OOC. I’m not trying to bash anyone, but crackfics just be like this, you know. Also, warning that there’s mentions of death and knives here, though there’s no actual gore. Also, there’s dead memes, so be warned.

Also here’s the Wattpad link to it if you prefer reading it on Wattpad for some reason:

Anyways, here’s the story:

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Flowerlocks and the Three Finalists

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Flowerlocks, who was taking a stroll through the woods. Now, this story takes place during BFDI, back when Flower was still more of a thot than Pencil and Match.

"Wait, what was that?" Flowerlocks asked angrily, glaring at the narrator.

Nothing. Also, you shouldn't be able to hear me.

"Uh, fine, whatever..." Flower said, continuing on her way.

Anyways, Flowerlocks soon stumbled upon a cottage in the middle of the woods. Being the thot she was, she decided that her next course of action should be breaking and entering. (Don't try this at home, kids!) However, she didn't really need to break anything, since the door was unlocked, so it was more like... just entering. (Seriously, you need to lock all your doors when you leave the house, or else a Flower could end up invading your house! And you wouldn't want that to happen, now do you?)

The first thing that greeted Flowerlocks as soon as she opened the door were three bowls of food lying on a table. Flowerlocks, who had been disappointed that she didn't have to break anything to get in, decided that this was the perfect opportunity to make up for that. So she tried to eat their food.

The first bowl of food had spicy Despacito Doritos in them. Flower recognized them from a commercial where Firey Underwear sponsored them. She decided to try them.

"Ugh!" Flower yelled. "This is too spicy and flavorful! My taste buds can't handle all the memes!"

After her tongue had calmed down from the spiciness, she decided to move on to the next bowl. Inside it were leaves. (Yes, Leafy is a cannibal. How else do you think she stays eternally young?) Flower took a bite, despite the ominous aura radiating from the leaves.

If the Despacito Doritos were too flavorful, then the leaves were too flavorless. They tasted like emptiness, the void, and the destruction of the universe. (No, it's not because Leafy sucked all the life out of them. It's because that's what spinach actually tastes like irl.)

Anyways, after Flower finally stopped feeling empty because of the spinach, she moved on to the next bowl. It had Yoylecake on it. She tried a bite.

"This is delicious!" Flower said, "It's not too flavorful, nor is it too flavorless! It's just right!" And then she ate the whole Yoylecake because this takes place before Ruby taught her how to be not mean. She also turned metal because Yoylecake, but she didn't really care.

Now, the author doesn't like how both the chairs and the beds were too hard/soft in the original fairytale, so she decided to replace the chairs with something else. Instead of finding chairs, Flowerlocks found a closet with three outfits.

"Wait, hold on!" Flower protested. "Objects don't wear clothes! Well, with the exception of my Non Slip Shoes So Ha! (™), of course!"

Uh, well, this is a human AU.

"Oh ok," the now human Flower said, "But wait! Why would I try on their clothes if I'm already wearing clothes?"

Because, um, because you're a thot.

"Hey!" Flowerlocks shouted indignantly.

Just try the clothes on, please.

"Ugh, fine..." Flower said with a slight humph sound.

She tried on the first outfit. It was bright orange and yellow. When she saw herself wearing it in the mirror, she gagged.

"Why is this so bright? This is a fashion faux pas! This orange makes me look like a prison inmate!" She yelled, revolted. She hurriedly ran back into the closet to try on the second outfit.

She came back out wearing all black. She looked at the mirror in distaste.

"Ugh, I look like an emo teenager. This outfit is so dull and dark," Flower complained. "Why is this outfit so edgy? I'm going to change again." She went back into the closet for the third outfit.

This time, she emerged wearing a light blue dress. As she went to look in the mirror, she suddenly gasped and did a quick twirl in it.

"Not too bright, but not too dull," Flower said in satisfaction. "It's just right!"

Still wearing the borrowed outfit, she went upstairs. And as a testament to how much of a thot she was in BFDI, she decided to sleep in one of the homeowners' beds.

When she reached the second story, Flowerlocks saw three bedrooms. She went in the first one. It didn't really have a bed. It just had a fireproof metal box in the center. But Flower doesn't really have that much common sense, so she tried to sleep on it anyway.

"Ow!" Flowerlocks said, "this bed is too hard!"

That's because it's not really a bed...

"Oh shut up, narrator!" Flower yelled rather rudely.

Ok geez, fine! Anyway, Flower went into the next room. The room looked very emo, to which Flower scoffed. However, she just wanted to sleep, so she lay down on the coffin shaped bed in the middle of the room. However, as soon as she did, the mattress seemed to collapse under her, causing her to sink into it.

"Oh no!" Flowerlocks yelled, struggling to get out of the mattress before it threatened to pull her into the depths of the underworld. When she finally broke free, she looked at the bed in horror. "Now I know why it's shaped like a coffin," she muttered, "It's too soft, and not in the good way."

Flowerlocks went over to the third room. To her relief, it actually had a real bed and didn't look emo. She went over to the bed and lay in it.

"Nice," Flower sighed, "Not too hard, not too soft, just right..." And with that, she fell asleep.

Meanwhile, little did she know that the owners of the house had just arrived.

"Oh noio!" Bubble exclaimed, looking at the open front door. "Soimeone broike ointo our hoiuse!" (Translation: Oh no! Someone broke into our house!)

"Well, not really, since we didn't even lock the door," Leafy interjected.

"That doesn't matter, Leafy!" Firey said, annoyed, " Someone's in our house." He cautiously stepped inside, with the two other finalists following behind him. Suddenly, he gasped in horror.

"Somebody ate one of my Despacito Doritos!" Firey cried out in anguish. He ran towards his bowl of Doritos, holding it close to his chest. "How could someone do this to my baby!"

Suddenly, there was another gasp. A dark aura started coming from Leafy as she held her bowl of leaves. "Someone's been eating my leaves too."

"Woit, hoild oin! Whoiy are you oiting yoir oiwn koind?" Bubble asked, suddenly. (Translation: Wait, hold on! Why are you eating your own kind?)

Before Leafy could answer, Firey said, "Because she's weird."

"Oh no, Senpai thinks I'm weird," Leafy, who just so happened to be a yandere for Firey, muttered sadly.

Suddenly there was another gasp. "Oh noio! Soimeoine's boin oiting my Yoylecake and they oit it all up!" Bubble said, very sadly. (Translation: Oh no! Someone's been eating my Yoylecake and they ate it all up!)

After the three of them finished mourning their food, they went over to the closet. Also, the author was tired of having to write Bubble's accent, so she used her storytelling powers to make Bubble have a normal accent.

"Someone's been wearing my outfit!" Firey gasped.

One again, a dark aura surrounded Leafy as she said, "Someone's been wearing my outfit too."

"Leafy, why are you so emo? I thought this story took place during BFDI, not BFDIA/IDFB!" Firey asked curiously.

"Because I'm the author's knifu waifu," Leafy replies.

Suddenly, there was a wail and the two turned around to see Bubble. "Someone's been wearing my outfit and they're still wearing it!" Bubble cried.

Firey sighed. "Look, we've all had a rough day. Let's just go to bed." With that, the trio headed upstairs, where, unbeknownst to them, Flowerlocks was still sleeping.

"Wait," Firey said, feeling very annoyed. "Someone's been sleeping in my bed!"

"Um, Firey...?" Bubble asked, looking over at his "bed". "Are you sure that's a bed?"

Firey sighed. "It's the only fireproof bed I can find. Beggars can't be choosers, after all. Besides, I've gotten used to it..."

"Firey! Bubble! Come here!" Leafy suddenly yelled from the next room. The two of them arrived just in time to see Leafy clenching one of her knives.

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed," Leafy growled, as a shadow covered her eyes.

Terrified, Bubble made a little squeak and ran out of the room, leaving Firey to deal with Leafy. He nervously put his hands up defensively and said, "Leafy, please, put that knife down."

Leafy paused, looking from the knife in her hands, then to Firey, and then back to the knife. Finally, she put the knife back in her knife rack. "Okay," she said solemnly.

"Leafy! Firey!" Bubble's voice called out. Firey and Leafy both ran to Bubble's room.

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed and they're still in it!"

As Bubble cried, both Firey and Leafy set their gazed upon Flowerlocks, the intruder. Firey was planning on burning her and Leafy was planning on stabbing her. Just then, Flowerlocks started to wake up.

"Wha- Huh?" As Flowerlocks lazily blinked her eyes open, she took in the site of Bubble crying, along with the sight of Firey and Leafy glaring at her, their eyes twitching. "Oh crap," was all she could say before she bounced up and jumped out the window. She was still metal from the Yoylecake, so she didn't die. And she started running far far away from the cottage, having learned her lesson about being an unwanted guest.

She also still had Bubble's dress but don't worry, Leafy bought Bubble a new dress with all the money she made as an assassin- I mean what?

And they all lived happily ever after.

The End.

#bfb #bfdi #battle for bfdi #battle for dream island #bfdi flower #bfb flower #flower is a thot jokes #flower #bfb leafy #bfdi leafy #bfb firey #bfdi firey #bfb bubble #bfdi bubble #leafy #firey #bubble #crackfic #losersiancebeepbleh writes #losersiancebeepblehwrites

[biscuitincharge]

((Just randomly throwing this out here. But if my Steven visiting Gravesfield were to meet and get to know Jacob Hopkins, he’d be like...))

“Yeah... I knew this one conspiracy nut back home. And y’know, buddy, you’re making Ronaldo look totally sane and rational right now.”

#Oh geez I'm breaking character. (OOC) #stock reaction #Just A Little Something Else Instead ('verse)

[biscuitincharge]

((I follow my URL as a tag, and it’s now broken and won’t stop saying one new thing.))

#Oh geez I'm breaking character. (OOC) #((and yes I tried unfollowing and refollowing the tag))

[biscuitincharge]

((OK, INCOMING WILD HEADCANON...

Sometime in the 1800s, a man in Scandinavia named Nicholas discovered Era 1 Gem tech that was haphazardly abandoned in the chaotic end of the war. When he played around with the alien technology, he discovered it could, among other things, monitor around the world and allow for long distance travel in incredibly short time. This big-hearted fella decided to take the power he stumbled upon and use it to spread joy across the world every Yuletide season.

Among the artifacts he discovered, he also found a red Gem (possibly a Beryl or one of similar ranking) embedded in an object and left behind, which ultimately protected her from the Corrupting Light but left her alone and unable to do anything for centuries. Because Nicholas freed her and offered her kindness despite not knowing her, the Gem paid his kindness back by helping with his annual joy-spreading schtick. His actions earned him a wholly positive reputation around the world, and people started calling him "Saint Nicholas" or “Santa Claus”.

Of course, humans are mortal. And after a mere several decades of doing this, Saint Nick’s body wore down until he eventually passed on. To honor his memory, the Gem took on his identity and continued to carry out his legacy from then on.))

#Oh geez I'm breaking character. (OOC)

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((I suppose certain things can be up to interpretation, so please don’t think I’m trying to force my view on anyone else. But personally, I get a little confused when people see the ability to put a shattered Gem back together in Future as if it was pulled out of nowhere just to make the Diamonds’ crimes look less severe.

Despite things characters have said, shattered Gems have never truly been entirely dead. The shards are repeatedly shown trying to reform as various body parts and find the rest of themselves. Steven managed to carry on an entire conversation with the Cluster’s many personalities that clearly retained the memories of who they used to be.

Always felt to me like they’d been laying the groundwork for those kinds of revivals since fairly early on. I even had a blogcanon here since the airing of CYM based around the very concept. Just feels like the only way a Gem can truly die for good is through childbirth. (And probably getting ground into a fine powder, turned into paint pigments, and then shoved into a lava pit while they take refuge in organic matter) I can understand how it can come off as cheap to people, but it never felt like it came out of nowhere to me.))

#Oh geez I'm breaking character. (OOC)

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((...Crap, I think I broke it. I tried using that theme recovery thing, and I think I’m doing something wrong. =/ ))

#Oh geez I'm breaking character. (OOC)

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((Some time ago, @askhomeworldsteven creator @egbeat drew my reincarnation OC for me in exchange for money. I decided to include a little tip and draw her AU’s main characters, Steven Diamond and his Pearl. Why is Steven crying here? Well...he was raised by the Diamonds; nuff said.))

#Kinda part of my style lately (my art) #askhomeworldsteven #egbeat #A Regal Reflection (Steven Diamond) #(technically I normally use that character tag for a specific Steven Diamond I do threads with; but Steven Diamond is Steven Diamond so) #Oh geez I'm breaking character. (OOC)

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(( @partcfyouruniverse You were asking for other peoples’ muses to write relationship headcanons for? I decided to flip the script and write my own instead.))

Contrary to your Steven’s (let’s call him Steve) belief, mine’s (who I call Star while delving Into the Stevenverse) desire to put him on a healthier diet isn’t just all veggies, but rather variety. Which, yes, includes veggies. Star is well-versed in a number of creative and tasty recipes, much of which he came up with himself, and he loves to get creative. Often times in ways that the veggies barely even taste like what most expect veggies to taste like.

Star is mostly casual with Steve, because he knows that’s what he responds best to. He also occasionally tries subtly sprinkling in methods his own therapist has (and, in some cases, still does) used with him, to mixed results. He doesn’t expect success all the time; he just likes seeing what sticks.

Star enjoys engaging in various activities with Steve. Including music, various games and sports, video games, sports video games, sometimes even the process of cooking in itself. This could involve anything from tennis to Revolution Fitness (a game on his universe’s expy of the Wii) yoga.

Sometimes, Star may have Steve over at his “winter home” in Tallbark, Florida Island, where he tries to pass Steve off as a cousin to avoid the awkwardness of having to go into the complexities of multiverse theory. Star generally tries to avoid being seen around this place as “space royalty” or “savior of the galaxy”, instead building up a more mundane and easily manageable reputation.

It frustrates Star whenever Steve acts like Star doesn’t understand what he’s gone through or treats him as though his healthier coping mechanisms and drive to build a new life going forward means he just “got over” his own trauma. It’s frustrating enough when other people assume he’s not “acting traumatized enough” or whatever, but it’s even more so when it’s coming from someone who’s been through much of the same awful things he’s been through and knows it. While not common, it’s entirely possible for Steve, in this mindset, to wind up pushing Star’s trauma buttons and turn him pink, at which Star will have to take a step back and work on his breathing exercises for a little while before he’s stable enough to talk to him again.

Star also enjoys brewing lattes for Steve, because he loves doing the designs on top and often goes wild on those. It’s hands down his favorite part of his part-time cafe job in Tallbark.

#Oh geez I'm breaking character. (OOC) #partcfyouruniverse #All The Same Guy (Steven Squad)

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((Headcanon: During his crosscountry trip, Steven sometimes calls Greg before bed literally just to say goodnight.

Yes, sometimes he forgets that when he’s in the western half of the country, Greg’s 2-3 hours ahead of him.))

#Oh geez I'm breaking character. (OOC) #Just A Little Something Else Instead ('verse) #He's the Biscuit (Steven) #Audio Daddio (Greg)

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((OK, here on the day of the final episodes, can I just ask one thing of y’all?

Could we please stop with the gloom-and-doom “THE FANDOM IS GOING TO DIE WHEN THE SHOW ENDS!!!” talk?

Like, first off, the franchise as a whole as inspired tons of creative fans to generate a whole lot of their own content, a lot of it very imaginative and original, and a lot of people are far more likely than not to keep making and reading/looking at it, because they love it.

Not to mention the fact that Rebecca Sugar has said on the record that she’s still not done with the characters of this show, even once she is with the show itself. There’s still more to come of the people we grew to love.

And even if that weren’t the case, there’s a bunch of fandoms still active for works of media that stopped producing new content a long time ago. If their fandoms are still going, why is ours suddenly just gonna blip out of existence just ‘cause there won’t be any more episodes? Sure, a few might grow fixated on newer things down the road to the point that they’re not thinking about SU as much anymore, but hardly enough that the whole fandom’ll collapse without them.))

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Previously, Steven had spoken with the Diamonds about his experience with the Cluster in the Earth’s core, citing hard evidence that a shattered Gem’s consciousness still existed within their shards but scattered and yearning to be whole. Pressing that this could be another step the Diamonds could take towards making up with their subjects, Steven proposed taking the very same methods Yellow’s science division used to weld different shards together for the Cluster prototypes (and the Cluster herself) and applying it to welding shattered gemstones back into their original shape. Gems repaired this way, though, were still for all intents and purposes cracked, so any repaired this way needed to be dipped in Rose’s Fountain for a full healing process.

((I’d like to bring attention to this piece of blog lore that’s been part of it since day one. I predicted that a shattered Gem could be put back together and healed by the Diamonds’ essence.))

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Crosscountry ‘verse

((Those of you already familiar with my blog probably already know my ‘verses are actually split between different time frames of Steven’s life and, well, actual AUs. And of the former, I have the In-Series ‘verse with Steven at 12-14, the Prologue ‘verse with Steven at 15, the Teenage (i.e. Movie and Future) ‘verse with Steven at 16-17, and then the blog’s main time frame with Steven in his 20s.

Since around the middle of Future, when Steven going on a trip to find himself was a popular theory (and one that seemed quite possible from the evidence fans pointed out), this was a “time frame ‘verse” started considering adding. And with the series now over and the “Steven goes on a road trip” theory confirmed, I actually intend to carry that out.

This will serve as a sort of bridge between the Teenage ‘verse and the blog’s main time frame, with Steven’s age range being around 18-20. Differences here due to pre-existing divergences between canon and blogcanon include...

Since the Universe Cottage came to exist in this blog’s universe (see Places), Steven asked Greg to take care of the house in his absence. What Greg decided to do with the cottage (which also contained a basement recording studio for Sadie and Shep) was his choice and irrelevant to Steven’s journey--in other words, entirely up to the mun of any Greg Steven interacts with in this ‘verse.

The Neo Pink Court is now a fully autonomous democratic society with an elected president, with Steven now fully and officially reduced to nothing more than a figurehead and respected celebrity. Steven is taking a full-on leave of absence from all things related to the NPC government during his road trip but will gladly stop to say hi to anyone from the court he happens to come by on his journey.

Steven’s time spent hanging at Connie’s high school between classes, as well as his growing desire for an education, has led to him applying for and taking a GED class prior to hitting the road. He now has a certificate of high-school equivalency to his name and may use that to his advantage in temporary part-time jobs here and there around the country.

Other things to address...

Steven has gotten in touch with other members of his family with Uncle Andy’s help and gotten them to warm up to him for who he is. His grandparents were the biggest challenge, and after getting to know pretty much everyone else, he and Andy have begun working together to try helping them see Greg’s side of things and hopefully one day work out a family reconciliation. That day may still be a ways off, as neither Greg nor his parents still feel particularly comfortable being around each other for the time being. Some day...just not today.

Some of Steven’s favorite temp jobs to take up on the road deal with foods, which will fuel Steven’s future desire to open a diner of his own.

For the sake of multishipping, I’m gonna say that Steven and Connie have an open relationship, unless a Connie mun prefers to say otherwise in our threads specifically. If I ship with any other muse whose mun also prefers a monogamous take, those threads specifically take place in a timeline where Steven and Connie remain a nonromantic but still close and loving relationship.

I plan to use Movie/Future icons for Steven in this ‘verse but may use my own drawn icons for threads set closer to the tailend of this time frame.

And just to clear any concerns, Steven does have a valid driver’s license despite being kind of a ghost in the system, because Mayor Nanefua managed to pull some strings. Pays to be good friends with a political figure who knows the good you’ve done for the world.

#Oh geez I'm breaking character. (OOC) #Just A Little Something Else Instead ('verse) #He's the Biscuit (Steven) #Audio Daddio (Greg) #Graduated From Van Life (Universe Cottage) #She's the Strawberry (Connie) #The Pilot Uncle (Andy) #Dad's Old Wardens (Mr. and Mrs. DeMayo) #One tough granny (Nanefua) #SUF spoilers #((it's been more than a week but just to be safe...))