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[nexus-nebulae]

it took. so many weeks but i Finally managed to collect all the major terrain things i wanted for my campsite in pocket camp and im Very happy i love my little garden corner

#i have a florist van as well #cause you have three things you can decorate in pocket camp #your campsite your cabin and your camper van #and the camper goes with you when your little character gets placed in other players worlds #and i decorated the first floor of my cabin to have a little treat serving area and then a flower bouquet ordering counter #and then the upper floor to have a bedroom and tons of crafting supplies and flowers scattered everywhere #like I'm making the bouquets in the upper section and then taking them downstairs to the cooler to be displayed and sold #i don't really Actually have flowers to sell especially because you can't actually sell flowers in the market box but that's fine #i like making little environmental storytelling things #and my campsite has even more flowers #an azalea hedge instead of fences and sakura trees and blossoms everywhere #and a little food selling area with like. a dango stand a bakery stand and a sakura themed counter #and a little table with food set out #and sitting areas like benches scattered all across the campsite (we need good public seating ofc) #and then the cabin has like. a bunch of games and instruments on the first floor like an activity area #and then as many food related things as i could fit on the second floor like a massive cafeteria that I'd let anyone in to eat #and then the top floor is my Proper Bedroom when I'm not zooming around in my florist van #with a bunch of cozy comfy things everywhere and also books and gems and shiny things #now all i need is actually nice looking wallpapers and floor patterns. sigh. i must wait another century #(seriously WHY are the wallpapers so damn expensive PLEASE make the reissues cheaper please 🥺)

[winterrsun]

I’m in charge

Negan x reader SMUT

18+ only, mdni

Warnings: degradation, mentions of torture, dom! Negan, mild exhibitionism, mild knife play, squirting, scary/ mean Negan (basically just his true personality, but no actual violence occurs in story)

Authors note: this is not only my first the walking dead fic but it is hands down the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, it and me are depraved. Hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want a part 2 because it’s low key already half written in my head….

Summary: Negan coerced reader to be his wife at The Sanctuary in exchange for leaving her people at Alexandria alone - but reader founds out they’ve also been holding Daryl prisoner and abusing him . When she goes to confront Negan it doesn’t quite go as planned and he quickly reminds her who’s in charge.

You stormed through The Sanctuary, up the stairs towards Negan’s office. A few people eyed you wearily as you basically pushed past them in the corridor, not even noticing as the conversation you’d had a few hours earlier rang fresh in your mind.

It was only recently that Negan had let you start making visits to Alexandria, even more recently that he’d permitted you to go alone. You’d been living at The Sanctuary as his ‘wife’ for nearly a year now, and you’d built up a surprising level of mutual trust in that time. Especially given you weren’t exactly there willingly. But he’d always taken a liking to you, ever since he first met your group that night outside the camper van.

You were disgusted and terrified of him, but at the same time even then you couldn’t deny a level of chemistry and physical attraction that streamed between you when you first locked eyes. It was what had allowed you to convince him to spare Glenn, you were sure of it.

Then whenever he and his saviours would visit Alexandria to collect their haul, he’d always make a point of seeking you out and starting conversation. Until one day he made his offer; that you go with them back to The Sanctuary and the community at Alexandria will be left alone, never having to split their supplies with The Saviours again. Holding an alliance with them that near ensured no other group would dare try to attack the community. It was an offer far too good to refuse, though Carol and Rick and Daryl had tried to convince you to.

It was hard at first, almost unbearable, missing your family and settling into a cold, strange new home that felt like a twisted cross between a shitty summer camp and a military academy. But you managed, like you always did. Negan’s likeness towards you only grew and it didn’t take long for you to become his wife. In fact, you’d be lying if you didn’t admit it had made life more bearable. Both for the luxurious living quarters and the somewhat weird sisterhood type friendship you’d struck with the other wives. And yeah, the sex was pretty damn good too.

Yes, things were really not as bad as you’d expected they would turn out for you here, especially since you started visiting Alexandria and your family. You’d made the trip this morning, taking the drive filled with the usual joyful high of anticipation you got at the prospect of seeing everyone. Except not everyone was there when you arrived.

You didn’t notice at first; why would the absence of one individual jump out at you immediately? But you did notice the way everyone behaved, it was different. They seemed…sad, and nervous. It didn’t take long for Carol to ask the question that shattered the glass for you.

“Have you seen him? How is he?”

“Who?” You asked, heart beat fast increasing at the unease of the situation. You glanced around and clocked Rick and Carl, Glenn was with Maggie hushing Hershel. You didn’t see Daryl anywhere and knew before Carol’s answer left her lips.

“Daryl, they’ve had him for weeks. He’s being held at The Sanctuary. Nobody even knows if he’s still alive, we haven’t heard anything for at least a week.”

After gathering what more information you could you fast turned on your heels and commenced your mission you were closing in on now; confronting Negan immediately. You’d all but left in a cloud of dust to the cries of “be careful” from your friends and family.

But what did you care about being careful? The Saviours weren’t some terrifying, unknown threat anymore. They were your home now. Negan was technically your ‘husband’ for Christ’s sake. And he had been imprisoning and possibly torturing one of your best friends right under your nose for weeks without telling you a thing. Needless to say, you were beyond pissed.

That feeling of outrage was what fuelled your actions as you flung open the door to Negan’s office, hardly registering the dozen or so saviours sat around the conference style table. Negan was standing when you entered, at the far side of the table from where you stood, and he and every other person in the room immediately turned their heads to look in your direction at your loud entrance.

You didn’t hesitate to march across the room, around the table, up to Negan. “You want to explain to me what the FUCK is going on with Daryl and WHY you didn’t tell me he’s here?” You demanded. You were panting slightly both from the rushed journey you’d made up to the office and from the angry adrenaline currently pumping through your body.

Negan remained silent for a few moments before he answered you in a dangerously low tone. “Sorry doll, did you not notice I’m in the middle of a meeting?”

You stupidly continued “I don’t give a fuck about a fucking meeting, Negan. I want answers now. I get to Alexandria to find my friends and family distraught and they tell me you’re holding Daryl here prisoner. Starving him and beating him, how could you fucking do this? You better start explaining!”

You realised you’d gone too far before you’d actually finished the last word. You felt, more so than heard, Simon scoff somewhere to your left. For the first time since you’d walked in you began to feel self conscious of all the eyes in the room that were now darting between Negan and yourself. He smirked a little, and slowly turned to look at his followers, as if daring them to react to your boldness. His eyes met yours again, as he started to speak in a tone that was downright scary this time.

“You don’t get to fucking demand answers of me. You don’t get to demand anything. Don’t you dare forget your real place here”.

You looked down, at a loss for words finally, and softly bit your lower lip. You’d fucking done it now. Maybe he’d let you leave quietly if you acted apologetic and submissive now. Yeah, right.

He forcefully grabbed your jaw and yanked your head upwards so you’d look up at him again, his finger tips pressing in harder than necessary. “You look at me when I talk to you. You think you can barge in here, act all tough and bratty in front of my soldiers. Fucking think again.” Your eyes glanced sideways and briefly met Dwight’s, and Negan’s gripped on you tightened even further. “Don’t look over there, look at me. Don’t take your fucking eyes off me. You made this choice and now you will have to be on the receiving end of one loud wake up call. Don’t for a second think that my fondness for you means you have ANY authority here, you do NOT!”

You jumped as he yelled the last words, and your legs began to tremble as you looked up at him, neck and jaw beginning to ache.

“Now my men are gonna think that you think you can run circles around me. I can’t fucking have that. So we’re going to have to show them, and remind you, who exactly is in charge here. Get on your fucking knees, now.”

You slowly lowered yourself one leg at a time onto your knees, while he maintained his unrelenting grip on your lower jaw. It hurt your neck even more to look up at him from this angle, but you didn’t dare break eye contact.

“Open your mouth” he commanded. You did so immediately, and he did something he’d never done before. He spat right into your mouth.

You felt shameful and disgusted as the wet deposit landed on your tongue, but also the tell tale sign of heat and excitement began to prickle your body at this lewd act. You didn’t move, knowing better than to act without instruction.

A few second later, he uttered one more word; “swallow”. And you did, feeling the cold liquid run down your throat before blinking up at him.

His eyes softened, just a tiny bit, before they resumed their darkness. “Unzip my fly” he instructed next.

Fighting the urge to glance at your audience, you began to reach your hands towards him. Your heart pounding against your chest and in your eye drums. Your fingers softly brushed the fabric of his pants before he broke, and swatted them away motioning for you to get up.

“We don’t have time for any more of this now, we’ve got real shit to deal with” he said. You felt relief wash through you at the prospect of this almost being over. “Wait for me in your room, go straight there now” he instructed. Maybe not so over just yet.

“Yes, sir” you replied timidly. The first time you’d spoken since the dynamic shift has happened between you, and your tone of voice couldn’t have changed more.

You quickly exited the room with your head down and your cheeks burning red, tears stinging your eyes that you refused to let fall out until you made it back to your room.

It had been over an hour, but you hadn’t done much other than alternate between nervously pace around your room and sit on your bed staring at the door. You hadn’t really seen him like that before with you. It reminded you, shudderingly, of how he first treated your group when you met him. You cast your mind back to Abraham and were overwhelmed with dread. You had forgotten just how dangerous the man you lived with was. You supposed it was a self preservation effort; you knew you had to play the role of his wife regardless, so it was easier to live in denial and try to make the most of it. You felt shameful about that now, it was selfish and dumb.

You wondered if he’d actually hurt you. Maybe he’d throw you in the cell with Daryl. At least then you’d get to see Daryl. God you couldn’t stop thinking about him. On the way back to The Sanctuary your mind had more been preoccupied with being pissed off at Negan concealing this from you than actually worrying about Daryl’s safety. Yeah, Carol said they’d beaten him but you knew Daryl could take a bit of roughing up, and figured no real harm would have been done to him. But now you weren’t sure at all.

You’d become a nervous wreck by the time two sharp knocks were heard on the other side of your door. You hurried over and opened it, to find Negan standing on the other side. Eyebrows raised at you.

“I take it you’ve had some time to mull things over, anything you’d like to fucking to say to me?” He said.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting Negan” you mumbled, eyes on the floor.

He smirked slightly, before saying “yeah, you better be. I’m real fucking disappointed in you, doll. We have something special, I’ll admit, but that doesn’t mean you forget who I am. I’m the boss, you respect and obey me, no questions asked.” You stared at him, frozen, while he went on. “The fact you think you can demand answers of me at all is a problem, but the fact you felt it acceptable to do it in front of my Saviours tells me you need a serious lesson to remind you of your place.”

You gulped, and started to try and plea your case. “I’m sorry Negan, I really am. I know my place here, I was blinded by concern for Daryl; he’s my family!”. You can tell it’s falling on deaf ears as his expression remains unchanged; his mind set. You wondered with terror what you’d been trying to keep out of your mind for the last hour; would he use the iron on you? Surely not on your face, he wouldn’t want to ruin his own viewing pleasure, but what’s to stop him maiming something like your arm?

Tears started to fall down your face, and he finally moved towards you further. “Oh baby doll” you gained an ounce of hope that he’s softening, “don’t start crying already, we haven’t even gotten started”.

The hope vanishes and your insides clenched in fear. “Are you going to hurt me?” You whispered.

“Not badly,” he said, “not in any way I know you can’t take baby girl”.

His tone edged into a territory you were more familiar with, and you raised an eyebrow tentatively. He was teasing you for sure, and now you were less terrified about the possibility of a truly terrible punishment. Well, one that would cause real lasting physical harm anyway. He slowly raised his arm and cupped your face, tilting it up towards his.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say, and show me what a good girl you can be,” he said steadily, and you gave him a small nod. “You gotta earn back my trust, and it isn’t going to be fucking easy.”

His hand slid down your décolletage, around your shoulder and landed on your waist. You couldn’t help but lean into it the tiniest bit, and noticed a small bubble of anticipation forming in your stomach.

That was followed by a twinge of guilt and sadness as you once again remembered Daryl. But you knew you had to face reality, the only way for you to have any hope of helping Daryl is to win back favour with Negan. You had to perform for him now, exactly how he wants. And if there was a small part of you that might enjoy some parts of what’s about to happen, well, that seemed like a small bonus you earned to slightly counter balance from the trauma of your life for the last however many years.

Negan gave your waist a squeeze and stepped back, drinking in your appearance. You were still dressed for this morning’s Alexandria visit; tight black jeans, a grey tank top and black laced up boots. You never left the compound in any shoes other than heavy boots that could kick in a walker skull if needed.

“Strip down to your underwear” he commanded softly, and you tried to make hasty work of your shoelaces, and not look too awkward hoisting them off. Next your hands shot to your pants button.

“No need to rush this part so much” he directed, and you immediately slowed down your efforts as you pulled your jeans down your legs, trying to bend over in attractive an angle as possible.

You made eye contact with him as you lifted your top over your head, and he licked his bottom lip slightly as his eyes glint. You then stand still, feeling a little awkward with him fully clothed and you in your worn out bra and cotton panties, staring at you like a lion sizing up its prey.

You know he likes to be the one to remove your next items of apparel, and sure enough he moved towards you and reached around to the back of your waist. He flicked open your bra with one hand and lets it drop to the floor.

Then he reached into his jacket and pulled out a small silver knife with a smirk. Your heart pounded against your now exposed chest. He ran the cool metal blade along your side and you shivered at its touch on your hot skin.

He moved swiftly and the sound of fabric cutting cleanly was heard before your panties drop to the floor.

“Mmmmmmm” he groaned in appreciation at your now fully naked form. “Well go on, do a little twirl for me” he instructed. You spun around, feeling like a doll in a music box on display. As you returned to face him, he raised his eyebrows indicating you to continue, and as you rotated back around again he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder, back now to him.

You should have known he’d want to check out your ass, he loved worshipping it. But this wasn’t about being worshipped. He gently pushed you in the back so you began to move over to the bed with small footsteps, stopping just in front of it.

“Bend over, hands on the mattress” he instructed, and you leaned forward precariously while he added “feet further apart doll”.

You felt a burn of humiliation at the vulnerable position you were in, legs and cheeks spread open, presented in front of him. You flinched slightly at the touch of his fingers on your bum cheeks. He caressed them lightly, before delivering a sharp slap to your right cheek.

“Alright, let’s get this part over with” Negan said with a slight sigh, and you heard movement behind you, the sounds of what you were sure was him unbuckling his belt. You knew better than to look around and confirm your theory, so instead looked down at your hands and tried to steady your increasingly rapid breathing.

Further confirmation was given to you at the sound of leather on skin, as he warmed up a practise tap in his palm. Then came a burning flash of pain across your backside, and you couldn’t help but yelp.

“We’ll do ten, count me down doll” he murmured to you, and you whimpered in protest before you could stop yourself.

He tutted sympathetically, “I know baby girl, but you can take it. It’ll push your limits, but I have to teach you a real lesson here.” You nod reluctantly. “I told you to count, didn’t I?” He added in a more menacing tone.

Immediately you stuttered out the word “ten!”

You counted down each painful lash, picturing the sight of your ass covered in red marks, hoping that none of them had broken skin. Shamefully, you noticed each strike delivered an underlying trace of pleasure mingled with the pain. You were sure Negan knew it too.

As you rounded out on “T-two!” With a tear rolling down your face onto the sheets below, Negan paused. You dare a glance behind you and noticed he’s bent down, examining his work. You felt his breath fan over your most private spot, and realised he wasn’t looking at your bruised up ass; he’s staring at your pussy.

You felt the smooth leather of his belt suddenly invade your slit, and retreat just as suddenly. Then it appeared in front of your face as Negan narrated “fucking glistening, you filthy girl” with a chuckle.

Negan then delivered the final blow, directly to your pussy this time, landing square on your clit, and you let out a scream. You weren’t even sure whether it was more a scream of pleasure or pain at this point.

Negan cleared his throat pointedly and you realised you missed the final count. “One” you sighed out, before your trembling arms finally gave way and you slumped your upper body onto the mattress. Your legs started to follow and you bent your knees towards the ground, but Negan’s arm scooped under your waist and held your hips up, letting out a “not so fast doll” as he did.

You were now face down on the bed, with your feet still on the ground spread apart, and your backside more on display in the air than ever. When he was sure your legs are steady again, Negan released your hips and you felt more than heard him sink to his knees behind you.

“You took your punishment well baby girl,” he murmured, “now I’ll help make you feel better” he finished before plunging his face in between your legs.

He motorboated your cheeks before taking his hands and spreading them apart, and you felt his wet tongue land where you needed it the most. You moaned and leant back into him as he lapped at your pussy, eating you like a depraved man. His tongue flicked downwards at your clit, which stung just slightly after the belt slap he’d administered just minutes ago. He suckled at your sensitive nub and you let out a loud moan. You could already feel pleasure building towards climax after the state he’d riled you up into. His tongue lazily dragged back up away from your clit, and didn’t stop until it traveled all the way up past your pussy. He quickly replaced it with his finger sliding in past your slit and you immediately pushed back agreeably against the welcome entrance inside you.

You let out a gasp of surprise as his tongue found its new destination, one that he’d never been before - nor had anyone for that matter. He delicately licked your puckered asshole and you marveled at the new sensation, while two fingers now formed a steady rhythm pumping in and out of your pussy. You’d never felt anything like it, and as his tongue got braver, starting to push itself inside your tight hole, you fell into a continuous flow of moans and pleas while softly rocking into his rhythm.

You thought you were already in an unbeatable state of pleasure when his thumb began to rub circles around your clit, and you grasped helplessly at the sheets beneath you. While you knew your orgasm was still building and approaching, you felt so good it was like you were already coming. Yet you felt the feeling continue to build, and you knew that no matter what you didn’t want it to stop.

“Fuck! Yes, Negan, oh please” you sang out.

His tongue danced around and inside your asshole while his fingers mercilessly fucked you, and his thumb circled your clit faster and faster. Your gut clenched and you cried out, reaching a peak like no other you’d ever experienced. Suddenly, too late to react, you felt a secondary feeling like you were about to pee. And then it all happened, you screamed in overwhelming pleasure while fluid broke out of your body and gushed down Negan’s hand. You swore you actually saw stars for a moment and not once did Negan’s actions pause.

You heard him let out an animalistic growl from behind you as you soaked his fingers and he finally withdrew his face from your ass cheeks. As your high came down he continued to pound into your pussy and your legs started to buckle, your energy fast fading.

“Negan, I can’t, no more” you let out softly, desperation in your voice.

He chuckled, delivering two final harsh thrusts of his fingers before pulling them out.

You bathed in the warm, hazy feeling that tingled throughout your body post orgasm, letting yourself lean into the drunk sensation it gave you for a moment.

“Turn around doll,” he instructed. Shakily you pushed yourself up on your elbows and turned so you were sat up watching him, while he stood up straight before you. He looked you in the eyes and licked every one of his fingers clean, slurping up your juice that had coated his entire hand and soaked his sleeve.

Any embarrassment you were at risk of feeling from having squirted for the first time in your life vanished when you realised how much he evidently loved it. He stopped before he got to his pinky and now brought his hand to your mouth. He pressed his finger to your lips and you opened up to let him in, sucking your own juices off him and noting the tangy taste on your tongue.

“Fuck, you did so good baby girl” he praised, stroking your hair with his other hand.

You were too exhausted to reply at this point, and he seemed to pick up on that. Finally feeling satisfied with his punishment, he smiled at you sympathetically. “Time for you to get some rest I think” he murmured, guiding you into the bed as your eyelids felt heavy already.

You slowly laid your head down onto the pillow as he guided you encouragingly, and let your eyes flutter closed. In that moment, you couldn’t remember anything at all that had happened that day. But it would all come back to you in the morning.

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[thesolarangel]

The End of the World

637 words · Rated: G · fluff, humor · AO3

summary: Steve confronts Eddie about the whole “big boy” thing.

Steve had parked the stolen camper van in a clearing outside of Hawkins. The party was busy crafting makeshift shields, altering the weapons they got from the War Zone, and mixing molotov cocktails while also mentally preparing themselves for the final fight against Vecna.

When Steve saw Eddie going inside the van, he quietly followed him. 

The air between them had been charged since they met and Steve was determined to find out what was going on. If he was going to talk to Eddie, this was his chance to get him alone. 

He stepped inside the van and closed the door behind him.

“So, are we gonna talk about it?” 

Eddie flinched slightly, he hadn’t noticed someone was behind him. When he saw it was Steve, he smirked and the tension left his shoulders.

“You’ll have to be more specific, Harrington.”

“Big boy?” Steve said while making air quotes with his fingers. He raised his brow at Eddie. “You were flirting with me… ring a bell?”

Eddie blushed furiously and turned his head to hide his face behind his curls. “What– no, I– what are you talking about…” he tried to laugh it off, but his voice became high-pitched and his laughter sounded hysterical. 

Steve stepped closer to him, interrupting Eddie’s muttering. “I enjoyed it, Munson.”

There it was again. 

The electricity in the air crackled between them, and by a strange magnetic force, Steve was being pulled closer to Eddie.

He grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers gently, with only a few inches of space left between them. Eddie stared at him, mouth slightly open, cheeks flushed, but he didn't let go of Steve’s hand. His big brown eyes glanced at Steve’s lips for a split second.

“You did?” Eddie asked with a whisper.

“I was almost sure you were about to kiss me, too…” Steve admitted and he gave Eddie a genuine smile.

Eddie’s brain had probably short-circuited since he wasn’t answering or he had lost himself in Steve’s hazel eyes. So Steve spoke once again:

“Are you gonna kiss me now at least? It’s the end of the world after all… gotta make it count.” His other hand snuck to Eddie’s waist, hooking one finger into the loop of his jeans. He looked up at him through his long eyelashes, waiting for Eddie to break.

Finally, Eddie closed the gap between them by sealing their lips in a hungry kiss. 

…

Once he finished building his improvised shield, Dustin returned to the camper van to get other supplies. He needed to prepare himself for the fight to the best of his abilities. He wanted to be ready for any possible turn this event could take.

Dustin opened the door, but froze immediately upon the picture that presented itself to him: Steve and Eddie were kissing!

Well, nobody could have prepared him for this! 

He closed the door as quickly and as silently as he could and hoped they didn’t see him. Guarding the entrance with his body, he stood there with his back against the van, completely in shock.

Max came walking around the corner of the van and noticed Dustin. She crossed her arms and mustered him suspiciously. “What's going on with you?”

“Nothing.” Dustin blurted out, not very convincingly.

To make matters worse, the van began to slightly shake and they heard a sound that was unmistakably a muffled moan coming from inside.  

“Dustin… who's in there?” Max pressed, but now visibly worried.

Dustin didn’t answer and avoided her view. She looked around, her lips were moving as she silently counted her friends, and then her head turned back swiftly to Dustin. 

“No…“, she breathed and her eyes widened.

“Yep…”, Dustin confirmed.

Max and Dustin agreed to not tell anyone what they had witnessed, sealing their pact with a firm handshake. 

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[mitten-kittens420]

Yes we all know that Dennis is a terrible, terrible monster of a man, but I think his softness with Charlie is something we (re: I) NEED to talk about. I mean it’s obvious that Dennis genuinely cares about him, as much as his emotional immaturity allows him. It’s probably why charden will always be the most realistic ship in that show— in my mind, at least.

First thing that comes to mind is in The Gang Gets Extreme Home Makeover or whatever it’s called. When Charlie starts freaking out and gets all heated about Sears, it’s Dennis know calms him down immediately, and seems to know exactly how to do it. And Charlie caves so easily. And the little hug— it wasn’t just a quick thing. I mean, Dennis was holding on tight AND and Charlie immediately got all comfortable. The man licherally nuzzled up against his arm what more do I gotta say?? And again when they’re shopping for supplies it’s just *finger snap here* like clockwork. Charlie gets upset and Dennis cools him off like it’s nothing.

In The Gang Hits The Road when they’re both chilling in the back of that camper van/trailer/uhaul bullshit. I mean, Charlie’s never left Philadelphia and the one person he voices his concerns about it to in Dennis. And sure, he was a bit freaked out about it around every one else and he mentioned being uncomfortable with the whole idea, but it was Dennis that he actually opened up to. And Dennis didn’t make fun of him, or say any snide comments, he sat and heard Charlie out and genuinely offered advice and reassurance. And I feel like I need to reiterate: it was not mocking at all!! Dennis was genuinely ready to back Charlie up and he was confident with what he was saying.

And this one can swing either way with manipulation or actual bonding (leaning more toward manipulation but shhhh) but in Waiting For Big Mo. That entire section of their little chat about bouncy balls. Dennis was nice. And he didn’t really argue, when he did it wasn’t with anger or annoyance, it was calm and his voice was soft and I have a lot of feeling about them in this episode. He knows how Charlie likes to play with his little army action figures which means he’s probably watched him do it many times. And sure in this episode Dennis is a dick to him, but it’s later seasons Dennis and I….. well I have thoughts about the later seasons.

And then you have him jumping to reassure Charlie that he is in fact fun to drink with in The Gang Gives Frank an Intervention. I’ll be brief with this one since it was so short but Dennis didn’t waste a second. Immediately let’s Charlie know he likes hanging out with him and he is fun, and sure it’s not that good of a situation and sure, he probably likes it mostly because Charlie probably gets himself hurt a lot and it’s funny to him, BUT it doesn’t matter because he JUMPS. And it’s not about that in the moment, it’s not about Charlie being stupid and reckless it’s just about Dennis needing Charlie to know he enjoys his company.

And again I’ll be brief because I don’t like this episode as a whole— Sweet Dee’s Dating an R- Person (😐) it’s Dennis who goes to check on Charlie. And when he finds him sitting alone in the dark he opens the blinds and tries to cheer himself up. And he sits and writes a song with Charlie— though we’ve seen Dennis (and the rest of the gang) continually be annoyed/disinterested/straight up hating Charlie and his singing/song writing. Dennis still sat and helped. And maybe that was because he wanted the credit, but whatever. He sings with him and wrote music and did that ridiculous little dance and it was a sweet scene. And like I said I really do not like this episode all that much besides the Charlie and Dennis scenes but this little snippet alone is enough to change how I view it. It’s still a shitty episode with a shitty premise but this little scene was so sweet I eat it up every single time. Id probably skip this one all together when I rewatch the show if it wasn’t for this scene and this scene alone.

And these are just what I can think of off the top of my head. Yeah. I have a lot of thoughts about charden. And I KNOW it will never ever be canon but I actually can’t lose because I’ll never let reality destroy me.

#cain’s rambles #don’t even care if anyone reads this I just need it out in the open DAMMIT #I could go on about Macs Bangin the Waitress as well but that would warrant its own post itself #I have so many thoughts about any ship w/ Charlie #honestly every relationship can get so soft with him in it. #that’s why I love charmacden so much #because macden is toxic and they’re terrible for each other but the second you throw Charlie into the mix you can really see how soft they #all can be #charden in particular though because Dennis is such a cold person usually I love to see him change with Charlie #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #it’s always sunny in philly #it’s always sunny #iasip #always Sunny #charlie kelly #dennis reynolds #charden

[uhohbestie]

There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 5]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life.

Or: Desert Duo’s desert road trip. 🚗💨

Chatper 5 - With fuel getting scarce, Scar and Grian are faced with the reality of having to leave a beloved part of their lives behind.

📝 Words: 5,594

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 5 on AO3

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“I think we should have a funeral,” Scar announces. “If we have to say goodbye to her, we should pay our respects.”

He’s prepared for a heavy sigh and a roll of the eyes.

Instead, he’s met with silence. When he turns to look, Grian is staring at him with a sort of vulnerable tenderness in his eyes. The expression of someone who’s being given something that means a lot to them. 

Scar tries not to let it get to him.

“Yeah. I… I like the sound of that,” Grian says at last, nodding.

The process of unpacking the car is a tedious one, but Scar’s earlier sorting makes it easier to decide what to keep, at least. With no clothes and barely any survival supplies, their key focus is on portioning out the food and deciding what’s going to get left behind. They’d pulled backpacks out of a camper van they’d found tipped over at the side of the highway—smeared in blood but with no sign of any bodies—hundreds of miles ago, and those come in handy now, packed full with as much as they can manage.

Without making a big deal about it, Grian ends up hefting the heavier of the two bags onto his shoulders, adjusting the straps so that they hug his body and don’t droop, settling the weight properly on his hips so that he’ll be able to walk without feeling overburdened. He grabs the axe too, and Scar doesn’t stop him, too busy setting the car in neutral and making his own final preparations. When Scar steps back, he takes a good long look at Grian, who’s staring at his car, visibly upset, the reality of having to leave it behind clear on his face.

“She was a good car,” Scar says as he straightens up, taking a deep breath and speaking from his chest. He sounds as sombre as he does formal, speaking just as he would at a real funeral. “It may be true that I only knew Ariana for a few years—I met her one stormy night, when she and Grian gave me a ride home rather than forcing me to walk in the rain—but I cared for her all the same. She was truly up for anything, be it a late-night drive or a weekend adventure. And I’ll never forget the smell of her Sahara Rift air freshener, whatever that label means. She always got us where we needed to go… except right now, of course, what with her empty gas tank and all.”

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It’s Friday and we're here with another chapter of our zombie au Scarian fic! Scar makes a life choice, and- tbh- good for him!

You can read the whole story thus-far linked below!

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)

#hermitshipping #scarian #life series fanfic #zombie au #TAMN #TAMN fic

[hcelom]

Sniper/Spy/Scout in zombie-apocalyptic settings because yay Halloween:

mention of suggestive themes, blood and gore, psychopathic behaviors, cannibalism, not shipping no one here, mention of father and son conflict

Spy: Even in the face of the apocalypse, he insists on wearing a suit, tie, and carrying a briefcase. He won't trade his fancy dress shoes for anything that might be more comfortable for running. He clings to the last remnants of civilized society, meticulously shaving, getting himself haircuts, and patching up his suit. While others are looting supermarkets for supplies, he's busy eyeing the makeup section or wine racks and grabbing a bunch of useless items. He even remembers to have some cond*ms just in case, and he leaves an IOU note at the checkout counter. But on the flip side, Spy's survival instinct is stronger than anything else. He becomes the cold, manipulative, ruthless leader who lacks the most humanity. He won't hesitate to kill a comrade that got bitten, or one he suspects of hiding their infection (only to later discover they weren't infected at all). He'll also refuse to accept anyone as a liability other than the Scout, even if it's a family with a child or a pregnant couple. He's always prepared to betray everyone to save himself, and he'll take the Scout with him to find the next team he can backstab.

Scout: He may seem unreliable and is, in fact, unreliable. Nobody assigns him night watch duty or trusts him to guard supplies because they know he's likely to neglect his responsibilities. However, he does show signs of growth while still being a troublemaker. Eventually, he becomes the least reliable-looking but most reliable member of the group. He's strong in combat, sleeping with a ragged baseball bat wrapped in wire and pieces of clothing and scraps of flesh and tissues. Every swing of the baseball bat enchants opponents with 32 different kinds of infections, but he's still pretty dumb. No matter how many times, he'll always create a rift with Spy over pitying for a sketchy family of three or a pregnant couple, resulting in either Spy relents or them parting ways. Predictably, if he's thrown off the bus, Spy appears out of nowhere and picks him up so he could do all that again (Spy: Nobody betrays bushman and stupid except for me). He might die from self-sacrifice or PTSD. He might die in front of everyone, or he might die after burying Sniper and killing Spy (because he got infected with zombie or bastard).

Sniper: For some obvious reasons, he thrives in the post-apocalyptic world and becomes the most useful asset, whoever gets him in their team hits the jackpot. It's almost as if he's just waiting for the ultimate annihilation of human civilization. When he encounters Spy and Scout, he's already become the babysitter for some survivor camp. He observes the duo through the scope of his rifle, seeing how Spy would use some makeshift tools from his briefcase to destroy the booby traps he spent all night to meticulously set up, or just using it for his own to kill zombies around them. Meanwhile Scout is nearby, blasting car speakers at maximum volume to attract more zombies to step on the traps, all while dancing along to music and occasionally swing some bats. Sniper originally planned to kill Scout first, then Spy, because god dayun they were having too much fun, but he didn't. Eventually, in the middle of the night, Sniper secretly drove his camper van to join Spy and Scout. 

Some Ifs - after Spy and Scout both got infected and turned, into zombies, Sniper tied the two undeads together with duct tape and hid them in his vehicle from other survivors. He then began a journey of a post-apocalyptic horror story, crazed gunman slasher's life, hunting down other survivors and feeding off human flesh with the undead father and son he kept at home, while looking with no hope for a possible cure.

#tf2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper

[7ndipity]

"In the Woods Somewhere"

Doppelganger Jin x Reader

Summary: A camping trip with your boyfriend takes an unsettling turn when you can't shake the feeling of being watched

Warnings: supernatural themes, swearing, slightly suggestive comments, brief violence, animal death, stalking? Lmk if I missed anything

A/N: partially inspired by the Hozier song of the same name

Spooktober m.list

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"You know, when you said camping, I thought you meant one of those cute little camper vans or something, not sleeping bags on the freezing ground" You said, panting as you and Jin made your way up the winding trail, finally reaching the campsite.

"Sweetheart, proper camping, in my mind, means a tent." He said, as you set down your supplies, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "And we won't be on the ground," he dug around in one of your packs before announcing, "I brought an air mattress!" He held it up, smiling proudly. He looked so cute, you caved immediately.

"Fine, let's just everything set up before we get eaten by some bears." You teased.

It started as the two of you were setting up the tent. You were struggling with one of the tent poles when you began to feel as if you were being watched. It was then that you noticed a strange, low pitched noise coming from the woods.

"Did you hear that?" You asked.

Jin paused for a moment, listening. "What?"

"I don't know, it was kinda like humming?" You listened again but you couldn't hear it anymore. "Nevermind, I must've just misheard something." you said, still feeling slightly uneasy, but you tried to brush it off as being paranoid, returning your attention to the tent.

The rest the afternoon was a pleasant blur after you finished setting up camp. Jin tried to teached you how to fish, but if it had been up to you to catch dinner, you would've gone hungry. Luckily, Jin had much better success. You had to admit though, against your initial reservations, you were having a really good time, especially seeing how happy it made him to share his one of his hobbies with you.

As you sat together by the fire that evening, he poked you in the ribs playfully to get your attention. "Hey."

"Hey." You chuckled.

"I got you something." He pulled out a small box and offered it to you.

"What's the occasion?" You asked in surprise.

"There isn't one, I just saw it and thought you should have it." He said, opening it for you to reveal a simple silver ring, a tiny moon artfully etched into it's surface.

"It's beautiful." You breathed as he took it out and slipped it on you finger, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand afterwards.

"You like it?"

"I love it." You said, kissing him tenderly, "And I love you." When you parted, you could see the slight flush in his cheeks as he looked at you with small grin.

"You know, If you're still worried about freezing, I'm sure I can think of a way to keep you warm." He said resting a hand on your thigh teasingly.

"Don't even try it, you'll pop the mattress!" You smacked his hand away, making him laugh.

"Ah! Alright, let's just sleep then."

That was easier said than done apparently. You tried to sleep, but everytime you started to doze off, you'd hear something moving about outside in the underbrush. At one point you thought you could hear something circling the tent and woke Jin, but when he checked, there was nothing there. As you both fell back to sleep, you swore you could hear the humming again, closer.

When you woke again, it was completely quiet, finally. You gave relieved sigh, but when you rolled over, Jin's side of the bed was empty. You tried to keep your mind in check, knowing that he'd probably just gone to relieve himself, but the unsettling feeling from earlier had returned, and you couldn't take just sitting there by yourself anymore.

On slightly shaky legs, you climbed out of the tent, taking a few deep breaths as you surveyed your surroundings. The moon hung low in the sky just over the trees; it must've been nearing dawn, but the darkness was still terribly heavy around you.

"Jin?" You called out, but there was no reply. The longer you listened, the more uneasy you felt. The air was so still, no wind, no crickets, it was almost suffocating.

Then you heard it again, the same low, rumbling hum. For a few moments you stood listening, but then you began to recognize the sound of your boyfriend's voice.

"Jin?" Taking a flash light, you made your way a short distance down the trail towards the sound, but as you neared, it stopped abruptly. Everything went silent again.

Suddenly, a sharp, shrill noise cut through the air; some sort of animal cry that sounded an awful lot like a human scream.

"Jin?" You called again louder, properly afraid now. This was a mistake, you cursed yourself, you should've just waited by the tent. You wanted to go back, but the sound had come from between you and campsite. You thought about trying to take a different route back, but in the dark all the trees looked the same and you were certain to get lost.

You started back down the trail cautiously. Not far down the path, you came across what you assumed had made the screaming sounds.

It looked like a fox, or at least, what was left of a fox. It was no wonder why it had made the sounds you'd heard. Whatever had caught it had more than just killed it, they'd absolutely shredded it to pieces.

Trying to stifle the wave of nausea that rolled through you at the sight, you backed away till your back hit a tree. If that's what you'd heard, then whatever had killed the poor thing was likely still nearby. Something with some vicious teeth or claws.

You glanced around nervously, letting out a loud gasp when you spotted a set of dark eyes watching you.

"Jin?"

He stepped out of the shadow of the trees slowly, his expression unreadable, eyes never leaving you. "Hello, y/n."

"You scared the shit out of me!" You said shakily, your heart racing.

"I'm sorry." He said, though he didn't sound like it. If anything, he sounded slightly amused.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I couldn't sleep." He said dismissively. "I found this cool area down by the water, come see." He gestured over his shoulder.

"N-no, I think we should go back to camp, it's not safe out here." You said pointing out the fox, but he seemed remarkably unbothered.

"We don't have to worry about that, it won't bother us." The moonlight seem to cast slanted shadows over his face, making it look too sharp, too angular. "Come on, I wanna show you this."

"I don't want to, can't we just wait till morning?" You asked. Couldn't he see how upset you were?

"I really think you ought to see it now." He insisted, trying to take your hand, but you pulled away. Why was he acting like this? Something was very wrong.

"Jin, please, what is-"

"Will you just come on!" He snapped harshly, grabbing your hand, only to immediately jerk away, hissing in pain.

"Fuck! Why are you wearing silver?!"

"What are you talking abou-" You were still wearing the silver moon ring he'd given you earlier. But before you could finish your question, another voice rang out faintly from the forest behind you.

"Y/n? Y/n!" You heard Jins strained voice calling out. But that couldn't be right, if he was out there, who, what was standing in front of you?

"Ah, what a shame," he said almost to himself, looking up slowly, "we were going to have so much fun." He smiled darkly at you, needle-like fangs now on full display. Your blood ran cold.

He lunged for you, managing to grab your arm again, but you slapped him with your ring hand, causing him to let go instantly, clutching at his face as you bolted away. Having dropped your light during the scuffle, you ran through the woods blindly, adrenaline pushing your legs as hard as they could go, branches and briars catching on your clothes as you scrambled through the underbrush.

As you looked back to see if he was following you, you ran full-force into Jin.

"Y/n!" He said in relief reaching to steady you, but you jerked back, fighting to get away.

"No, let me go!" You cried.

"Y/n! It's just me!" He said, holding onto you tightly. After a moment of struggle, you finally looked up at him long enough to notice the differences in his face. There was no darkness in his eyes, no shadows, only concern for you.

"Jin?" Not fully trusting your eyes, you raised a shaky hand and pressed it to his cheek, making sure your ring made contact with his skin. Nothing.

"It's okay, it's me." He assured you, placing a hand in top of yours tenderly. Your eyes blurred with tears as you broke down, clinging to him for dear life.

It took several minutes for you to calm down enough to answer his questions. No, you weren't hurt. You said that you'd just gotten lost. You didn't tell him about what you'd seen, frankly you didn't really know what it was you'd seen, let alone how to explain it to him. All you knew is you wanted to get as far away from there as possible.

"Can we go home, please?" You shook in his arms.

"Of course we can, sweetheart," he said gently, "anything you want."

By now, the sun had begun to rise as the two of you quickly packed everything up, you making sure that Jin never left your sight. As you were leaving, you could hear the humming again. You held on to Jin's hand tightly the whole way back to the car.

You didn't really talk about it again. For several months afterwards, on nights when you struggled to sleep, you would press your ring to his skin just to be sure he was real, that he was your Jin.

Jin said that next time you went camping, he would get a camper van like you'd wanted, but you didn't know if you would ever go out there again. Not knowing now what might be hiding out there in the woods.

#seokjin #kim seokjin #jin #jin x reader #jin angst #jin x y/n #jin one shot #bts x reader #bts scenarios #bts x y/n #bts angst #spooktober #bts horror au #bts supernatural au #jin imagine #7ndipity

[ohcrumbz]

Sonic characters on a road trip headcannons! ☆

Going on a road trip with Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, shadow, Sliver, rouge, Blaze, and Amy - Genre: fluff, crack fic - gn!reader - modern au

this is going to be the worst car trip of your life sorry reader.

First of all, most of the people on this trip are so irresponsible, like I would rely on Tails and Sliver for actually getting food. Even then tails is googling to make sure he gets the right food because “everybody needs to eat a healthy diet” and sliver ignoring that completely trying to buy a year supply of candy from target WHILE USING YOUR CREDIT CARD. At least he has coupons.  💀 💀

You guys probably won’t even get 10 minutes away without Sonic trying to do some crazy bet. He’s trying to start beef with Shadow in the car because he thinks he can win. In his defense he says “I didn’t know he was so competitive!” The only reason he did it because he believed he would win so it would boost his ego. I hope you can drive well.

Let’s just imagine you have those camper vans you’re taking to wherever in the would you guys are going. I would imagine you stop at a pit stop to fill up on gas and eat some food etc. You might just go in the back and see Rouge, Blaze, and Amy having a whole spa day in the back. They’re just hanging out painting each other nails and talking about some new gossip around town. 

Even though its quite insane to have a spa in your camper van it’s more peaceful their than the other part. It’s going to look like a whole super bowl party in the back. Sonic, Shadow, Knuckles, and Sliver are having the most intense uno game you’ll ever see. In the end Knuckles breaks the table, Sonic and Shadow are about to get in a full on fist fight and Sliver is trying to get away from the crime scene with Tails. Sorry for getting left out reader  😭

It gets worse though, somebody let sonic cook in the kitchen AND HE DIDNT FULLY COOK ANY OF YOUR FOOD. So now everybody panicking because you’re just sprawled out on the floor feeling horrible. Yes they are panicking about you having food poisoning but also because they got nobody to drive them to wherever you guys decided to go. You recover days later, but not without banning sonic from a kitchen for life.

Maybe you should of just taken a plane.  💀

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sonic movie 2 #shadow the hedgehog #sliver the hedgehog #blaze the cat #rouge the bat #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #tails the fox #miles tails prower #platonic #fluff #sonic the hedgehog fluff #x reader #crack fic #sonic the hedgehog crack #✧.* crumbz's writes #✧.* crumbz's talks #fic #gender neutral reader

[rmoonstoner]

9:30ish am, 08/18/23

All works are temporarily on hold due to a wild fire close to my home.

Sorry for any inconvenience.

❤️ 💙

Update: 10:17am

All I can hear over the street construction for sewer are the echos of sirens in the city. The street construction crews are still working on my street. That tells me we are safe. For now.

Update: 2:40pm

More sirens. The air is thick and heavy with smoke. Burning embers are now hitting my neighborhood. Multiple areas have had small fires start up. We have set up sprinklers and started dousing our property.

Update: 08/19/23 - 2:55pm

The air quality is worse than before. We managed to get to the stores and get supplies to stock our van and camper. Lots of businesses are closed for the weekend, and if not, they close way earlier than before. We are all loaded and ready to go at a moment's notice.

Update: 08/20/23 - 8:10am

The fire has grown to 11,000 hectares as of 7:20pm last night. Over 30,000 people have been evacuated from their homes. A lot of people I know are. Power outages keep happening. The skies are still so smokey, we cannot see the mountains we are very close to. It's hard to see the houses down the street. Fire crews from all over British Columbia have come to our aid, which we are thankful for, even though we have multiple other fires happening in BC. As of yet, I am still lucky enough to be in my home with my family. Rest assured, we are packed and ready to leave when necessary.

On a lighter note, it is my eldest son's birthday today. We hope to make the most of this day. 🎂 ❤️

Update: 08/21/23 - 7:41am

First of all, my son loved his birthday yesterday. He understands what is happening as he's a teenager, so he wasn't expecting a big get-together with the fires happening. He was super happy he got ice cream cake and a whole pizza for himself and one for his best friend who was able to come spend the day with him. We gave him video game programming gear, new keyboard, new headphones, and movie tickets.

Secondly, it looks about the same today as it did yesterday. With the smoke in the air, the sun is red and it's cold outside when it supposed to be warm. Less sirens and one area on the evacuation map (that I noticed) has turned from evacuation now, to alert. It means those people in that area can go home for now, if local law enforcement allows it.

Update: 08/22/23 - 7:20am

I forgot to mention that all airports in our region are grounded and have been for at least two days due to the smoke and ash in thee air. All Canada post mail (to our region) has been put on immediate hold due to safety concerns. This is will definitely put a wrench into other delivery companies as well.

It finally rained last night. It was off and on all night. The smoke has cleared up enough to see the faded outline of the mountains 1 km away from me, finally.

One thing that boggles my mind is that so many people seem not bothered by the wild fires.

• The old lady I help was confused as to why I could not come on Friday or Monday. She apparently doesn't believe in getting ready for evacuation unless it actually happens. I have a family of 6, and 2 cats. I have to get all these people ready, as 2 are children, and 2 are seniors. My husband just had hip surgery 3 months ago, so he needs more help than he normally does.

• My father ignored my mother's pleas to pack up her things and get ready for the possible evacuation. He's a boomer that used to be a workaholic, and now he's retired and believes it's his God given right to be a lazy slob. So I had to do everything.

• The neighbor just gets on his motorbike and decides that going for a ride up the FIRE STRIKEN MOUNTAIN is a good idea.

• Other neighbors decided to have a BONFIRE in their back yard, while ash falls from the sky onto their heads.

• People in the city had the audacity to fire off FIREWORKS this weekend.

Like, wow.

Update: 08/23/23 - 1:00pm

It rained all night. The skies are clearer and breathable today. More of the red excavation zones have changed to orange alert areas. People are now being allowed back into their homes. Packages and mail has started to arrive today.

Update: 08/24/23 - 7:16am

Yesterday was cool and mildly windy. We have a little more smoke lingering in the air than yesterday, but it's still better than it was on the weekend.

☆☆☆

Stay safe out there!

❤️ 💙

[littleguyconnor]

I expanded on Pilots lore some!

Adrien was adopted in Kentucky by Rebecca Ramirez and Victor Ramirez, a Mexican immigrant couple from Chihuahua. Victor, a transgender man, fled to America to start a fresh life and career with his wife to avoid being put in danger. They adopted Adrien, and moved to the secluded countryside to live off the grid as farmers. Adrien was homeschooled by his mother Rebecca, and her teachings on aircraft are what sparked his love for aviation. He left his home once old enough to search for work, and after a brief history of unemployment and debt, landed a mercenary job at Teufort. His plane, Sweetheart, was acquired some time between living at his childhood home and moving away.

Years later, Adrien found out his mother had fallen severely ill over a phone call from his father in Kentucky. His friend, Sniper, offered to drive him back to his hometown in his camper van to drop off emergency supplies provided by Medic. Since then, Adrien and Engineer have been working on making Sweetheart a more reliable plane to make travel easier in case of future emergencies.

Pilots words on Sweetheart are “…She’s a rickety old war horse. Can’t trust her to go over even Teufort without fallin to pieces.”

#tf2 #tf2 oc #pilot #tf2 pilot #Hehhehehah #I love creating characters who are literally just Men. Like regular guys. Nothing special

[fishiest-fish]

give me the Powerwash Lore *grabby hands*

ok so all of this is from memory and some things may not be fully true BUT here we go. Also spoilers for the missions if you really caare?

So you own a powerwashing company in the town (country?) of Muckingham. It's presented as a town, but the cars license plates list Muckingham, which to be fair I dont know enough about cars or how license plats work but I think its normally like state/country on them. There is also a mayor of the town, Jeff Jefferson XIII, who runs on the platform of cleaning the town, something he never does because he is too worried about finding his cat. The cat is a very important character, who you see as early as the third mission sitting on a roof. It is important to note no one likes Jeff Jefferson. He is stealing the towns water supply but this is only mentioned like once. Sometimes he messages you as Timmy Timmerson I. You also have a friend named Harper Shaw, who is from the year 2278. You first find this out after cleaning two massive ancient statues, and Harper informs you about them as you do so. They then ask you to clean their camper van (again) only for it to be a spaceship. After this you reach the very last mission in the game, cleaning the lost city of Atlantis (which is in the pacific ocean) and there are a ton of artworks showing your past jobs, although its all slightly different, like the cars have horses (another reference to a past job) pulling them along. The temple is even using the same colors as the player, the same shades of blue as your jumpsuit, van, and gloves. I haven't mentioned it yet but there is an actual canonical reason all of these places are so dirty. Sometimes its the person took their bike mudding, or small things like that. But a vast majority of them have some reference to the volcano (named Mount Rushless) that is slowly erupting as the game continues. At the start its just a massive hill, and each level there is slightly more and more smoke coming out of it, until another friend, Calvin Miller, tells you its going to erupt soon and you should get the fuck out of town please. You do, and this is when you are cleaning Atlantis, and in the background you can see it erupting! Its actually really cool story telling imo

Heres Rushless erupting in that last mission [Picture ID: a screenshot showing a volcano erupting in the distance. There is red smoke coming right out of it, and gray smoke covering much of the sky. End ID]

one of the like eleven murals

[Picture ID: from top to bottom, two fancy dressed forces pulling a van with a person standing on top, two plain horses pulling a golf carter and a larger car, a drill with rocks around it and a garden gnome. End ID]

Once everyone has left the town, because of the eruption, the second to last mission has a ton of cats in the background. Note that the sky is covered in smoke in this ss too, but facing the other direction its normal blue skies still

[Picture ID: Two row style houses with seven cats sitting on different parts of the rooves. End ID]

#powerwash simulator #i have a healthy normal amount of hours in this game and totally dont have nearly every achievement

[crowparties]

not me once again in xyx brainrot thinking about camping i am so violently ill

robo deep in the xyx tag talked about how xyx likes radio plays and would go on roadtrips w his family and im like just sitting here wondering how they managed to make xyx even more my type

idk how to do READ MORE on mobile forgive me

he rents out a camper van for you both. you sit on the passenger seat, feet kicking. “is there anything i can do to help?” you ask, shifting your weight to turn and face him.

he tweaks your nose, his eyes crinkling at your pout. “don’t worry love, it’s all set. i’m just checking on the power supply and battery. we’re going to be off grid for two days. i just want to make sure.”

“i didn’t know you were a car guy, xyx.” you tilt your head to get a better look at him. he laughs, “it’s not my first rodeo. we have an old VW camper back home, it’s parked further out back, so it makes sense you wouldn’t have seen it during the holidays.”

you turn back, and watch him work through the passenger mirror. when he slams the compartment shut, he eyes the contorted visor and strikes a pose. “can’t get enough of me doll, can you” a pleasant flush runs across his face when you answer genuinely. you have no right to be that adorable.

this is what the drive is like: radio plays and informative podcasts that you two spent the past few nights carefully curating. one of xyx’s hands is on the wheel, while the other is entangled in your own. you’re absentmindedly running circles on his hand, eyes closed, taking in the sunlight. there is a map in your side compartment, and a camera in your lap.

(and he’s seen you in many fits, but this feels different. this is not the glitz and glam, or the sweats and beadhead, or the business casual paired w a kiss out the door. it’s not just everyday casual, it’s your shoulders slacked, the way the sun kissed your hair, and most importantly the small smile graced across your lips. and its terrifying and comforting all at once, how he wants this moment forever. it’s different than you hugging him from the back of a motorcycle, but welcome and beloved all the same).

you don’t know much about camping, but he’s ecstatic to teach you. by the end of the night you were able to light their stove properly and set about preparing the meal the two of you brought. it’s thrilling to work in such a small space, shoulders bumping absolute no leg room. the van’s back doors are fully open, along with the side door allowing for maximum airflow. music is softly playing from the mini speakers you brought, and he takes small notice of the way your body sways to the beat of the song. (later that night he spins you around outside, it’s no soft tempo jazz or upbeat club music, but something valuable all the same).

he loves to see what you take pictures of. an oddly shaped tree, a rock that looks like a wizard hat, a strange bug thats a common pest you haven’t encountered yet. there’s something nostalgic about it, something about it that makes him want to show you the world if you’d let him.

that night when you both are curled up staring at the stars through the starlight. he presses a kiss to your temple. “hey, doll?”

“yeah?” god, your sleepy voice is adorable.

it doesn’t escape his notice that your hand is already reaching for his, at the sound of his voice. “how about when we both get home, we give my folks a call about bringing the old VW camper out of retirement?”

he squeezes your hand, grinning as he feels you return the gesture. yes, you’d like that very much.

#IM WATCHING SOLO CAMPING VIDEOS HAVING A PROBLEM #once again i think about dating but know it wont work out bc they wont be xyx blooming panic #WHATEVER THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAILS IN THE TAG #i like xyx being able to do slower adventures and enjoy life with you #also like being able to relive childhood memories and rediscover anlot of old passions w u #how cool… u both just geek out and are excited #get to cook for another #im sleeping im crying dont percieve me bloomic fandom im out here insane #i have to get xyx out of my system i am not built for this #i want to hold his hand so bad

[creek-nymph]

my ideal crafting space is a non-functioning vintage camper van parked forever in my yard that i can fill with craft supplies and trinkets that fill me with happiness

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

I would like to know more about your tf2 ocs 👀

I've got two main tf2 ocs I'm rattle around my head like marbles currently: chemist and capacitor. I never know what to say when people ask blanket questions like these lol feel free to ask something more specific if you wanna hear more!

I've talked about chemist here a while ago, but I'm more than happy to ramble again! Basically the joke with him is that he's your classic hippy except he loves his joke of chemical warfare far to much to keep calling himself a pacifist. He makes his own drugs when he's not restocking his supply of (nondescript green chemical) for battle. He lives out of a shitty hippy van, not a camper van just a regular van with a mattress in the back.

Before joining Mann Co he had a bad habit of accidentally getting sucked into weird hippy communes that Could be described as cults. But despite that he's actually got a pretty solid understanding of his own spiritual beliefs (that I haven't worked out yet fully. But basically boils down to people should be allowed to do what makes them happy, its how he justifies working as a mercinary. And magic crystals also).

He's exactly one month older than scout because I think it's funny, and has a very intense frenemy relationship with Solider. Soldier fuckin hates him when he remembers chemists a huge hippy, and has shaved his head more than once, but so long has he doesn't remember that fact the pair get on pretty well!

Oh and he's canonically been abducted by aliens while tripping balls on homemade lsd. He thinks this was part of the trip but no he was actually really abducted by real aliens who thought he was weird and smelled bad so they just put him back where they found him.

His meele weapon is his acoustic guitar

Capacitor (pat for short) is pretty up in the air still tbh. She's an electrical attack based class but I don't have any specific mechanics in mind yet. He's late 20s/early 30s, talks like Bill and Ted, and is my beloved grunge golden retriever. What more do you need to know tbh she's already the perfect character from just that

He electrocutes himself every morning instead of doing his hair, and sobs whenever sad things happen in movies. Also pours all that golden retriever sunshine energy into excitement when her latest lightning gun manages to explode people for the first time🩷 the only instrument he plays is air guitar, but she's REALLY good at it

Pat's got exactly one tattoo, a heart with an arrow through it on her right thigh with 'Dany' written in it. Who's Dany you may ask? Well when you figure it out pat would LOVE to know. They don't even remember getting the fuckin thing, let alone who Dany is!

#asks #my ocs #doc rambles

[absolutebl]

do you have like, BL shows merch? i got those t-shirts from bad buddy and the box set and was wondering if you got a collection of items like these.. maybe getting something for not me too. which series would you like to have content of? if you don't already..

Do I Collect BL Ephemera?

Nope. I mean I created and ordered this shirt for myself:

That's the 18+ rating for Thai dramas. 

I think I am A HOOT. 

I also bought this sweater recently: 

Because I have decided to just start dressing like a mixture of KBL schoolboy + kpop idol, for no good reason except I CAN - and I refuse to return to the 90s in its entirety. 

But these are both sensible purchases that I wear all the time. 

I travel a lot (when not in lockdown). And I live in one of the highest cost of living places in the world so I have the tiniest rent controlled apartment you’ve ever seen and it is anally clean. Like NO CLUTTER. I don’t like “stuff” very much. Some people have capsule wardrobes, I have a capsule lifestyle. 

It started out with me just investing in smaller and smaller more multi-use things for travel reasons, and then I liked them so much that I used them in everyday life, and now it’s just how I live. Like I’m halfway camping through my whole existence. Barring furniture (which is all Ikea anyway) I could pack my whole world into the back of a small pickup truck. I have actually considered becoming one of those itinerants who lives out of a camper van, but I don’t like driving very much and the wifi is never good enough on the go. 

I used to be one of those people who just went and lived in some random country for a few years. I have several citizenships (don’t tell) so I can just uproot and go somewhere for a couple years, then go somewhere else. It’s how I grew up so it’s what I know. Shifting my focus to ET has pulled me back to the left coast USA for longer than I expected, especially with covid, but I can’t imagine I’ll stay here much longer. 

All that to say, I regard excess stuff with genuine HORROR. 

I mean I grew up a super SFF geek so I am familiar with the inclination to COLLECT, but as my friends and relatives have gotten older and more and more stationary and hoarder-esk I just see “stuff” as a nightmare I’ll eventually have to deal with and dispose of. (No skin, if it’s your thing GO for it. I get it makes my existence seem a bit sparse and lonely, but it works for me.) 

If I can, I digitalize everything. (I have multiple back up systems and passcodes etc... and I tend not to use the cloud if I can avoid it.) Which means about the only objects I have a lot of is back up drives (2) and laptops (3) and travel supplies. 

For example, BL drove me back into mangas, which I insist on reading in print form. Which means I order them, read them, and then almost immediately donate them to the local library. I’m bonkers. 

I do collect screen caps of BL, does that count? 

If I were to collect anything BL related it would probubly be clothing, like t-shirts, jewelry, belts, or shoes. But I prefer the “obscure band” thing, so I’d want weird and quirky ubiquitous ones, not specific shows. Jokes only I (and you lot) are into. I would like to own a Thai engineering smock, for example. 

#asked and answered #bl collecting #BL Ephemera