jack kelly is a weather guy. It is as simple as that. he just loves when it storms, snows, is so damn bright everything seems extra special, etc. sure, it can get annoying during work, but when he's got time to sit back and watch some rainfall or stare longingly at what he can make of the spring sun he is Going to do it.
he especially loves when it rains at night. new york at night is already great, but adding rain to the mix is just something amazing to him. the streets get emptier, the city is mostly silent besides aforementioned raindrops hitting roofs and soaking his hair. to him, it makes new york what he's always wanted. it's still new york, and that won't change, but looking to the right places gives him exactly what he dreams. this man could sit out or in the rain for hours and just be completely satisfied with his life. at least kind of.
only downside is that it leaves a bit of a mess all around for work the following morning, but he could care less. he probably got some drawings out of it in the end, so who really wins here
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♠️ ... what do you think charlie 🤨🤨🤨
But also 🦈
Blaze! ...why would you ask this one do you want me to get cancelled 😔 /lh (<- is happily going to answer the question seriously because of c!sam brainrot)
this accidently got kinda long LMAO sorry followers <33
/dsmp /roleplay
♠️ - Do you think c!Sam's sexual attraction towards c!Dream is the result of having a power kink or specific to c!Dream? A mixture?
I'm really answering this question huh!!
Anyways I think it's both, Sam definitely has a thing for power and control. That is fairly obvious when you know of his plan with Q to control the entire server through the bank, his weird violent fantasies involving c!dream and also the extreme way in which he demands every single person to follow the rules he set regarding the prison without questioning his authority.
But c!dream is also the perfect person for him to control. c!Dream was generally regarded by the server as two things when he was imprisoned: an evil & irredeemable villain, and an incredibly capable PVPer and one of the 2 most powerful people on the server.
Then Sam was placed in a position of complete power over Dream with zero surveillance by other people.
I don't think its that crazy to believe Sam got a rush of power and satisfaction every time he made the powerful Dream obey him, made him kneel and listen to his every word or else.
The second factor in his attraction is that with c!dream he has no reason to question his actions and morals when he's behaving in this controlling way. This is because of c!dreams reputation: he is a villain, he is a threat, so in c!Sam's mind he deserves anything c!Sam does to him and he can freely exercise all the power he has over him with no moral qualms.
This is something that he didn't have with c!Ponk; he still feels guilty over ruining his relationship with them by cutting off their arm.
So c!Dream is the only person he doesn't feel that guilt with! In fact he can freely fantasize about torturing him and killing him and kissing him and making him submit and whatever else he wants because c!Dream had it coming! ^_^ so that probably worsens his sexual attraction as well because he's kind of a freak and also very mentally ill 👍
Not to mention c!Dream has a really fat ass so yknow
Anyway moving on second question! ^_^
🦈 - If c!Foolish decides to help c!Dream kill c!Quackity, would he be justified in that choice?
From a c!Foolish enjoyer standpoint yes absolutely he is always justified in every single thing he does and he should murder whoever he likes !
But if I had to answer seriously, I think he technically has more than enough reasons to decide to kill him. This is the man that purposely let him die and manipulated him into joining his country. When he met c!Dream he also learned about the torture, so he knows why c!Dream wants him dead. Knowing this might also make him less opposed to help with that murder.
However, none of those things are the actual main reason why he's considering this deal with c!Dream: he needs someone to die so XD can regain his power. This way he can continue with his plan of becoming an all powerful deity on the same level or even above DreamXD. Which... really isn't the most noble of goals per se :p
So would I say he's justified? Eh. Probably not. But I encourage him to girlboss it up anyways woooo!!!
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A PSA to all König/Krueger writers:
Hello, I‘m Voov, and I‘m a native German.
And let me just clarify that I do not mean any of this in a offensive matter, and that none of these things are 'annoying' or 'bothersome' to me as a German, which I‘m sure other Germans would agree with me. This isn‘t something that‘s making it impossible for us to read blurbs/fics/etc., however I do know that some writers want to write in foreign languages as accurately and realistically as possible, so this is for those. And for everyone else who‘s just interested, of course
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1 - What I often read is "Exemplary Sentence I can‘t think of something right now but it‘s in English, ja?"
We don’t end our sentences with "[…], ja?". Sometimes, yes, fair, sometimes we do so, but it’s on the rarer side in my opinion. Majority of the time we use this at the end of our sentences:
"[…], nicht?" = "[…], no?" (please don‘t use "[…], nein?" for this one)
or:
"[…], nh?" = honestly this one can be used for a lot of things, it can be used for "[…], no?", "[…], don‘t you think so?" or how the Brits use 'innit', like you‘re trying to prove a point.
(Translation for "[…], don‘t you think so?" = "[…], denkst du nicht auch so?")
I understand that when you type in a "[…], ja?" you‘re translating from the words' English equivalent which is "[…], yeah?", but again, it‘s more common to use "[…], nicht?" instead.
If you use a good mix of "[…], ja?", "[…], nicht?" and "[…], nh?" (and any other word you might want to add to the end of your sentence) instead of sticking to one throughout an entire fic, you‘ll make us Germans a bit happier.
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2- If you‘re using longer sentences, and the sentences are directed at the Reader, you should clarify beforehand if the Reader is masc or fem. Why? Because a lot of words are gendered in German, so the way they’re conjugated tell us the Gender of the Person:
English: "My perfect Partner."
-> Gender neutral, the reader could be a Man, Woman, in between, on the outside, an Alien race, whatever
If you type this into google translate you get: "Mein perfekter Partner."
-> Masculine. It‘s an instant tell that the reader is a dude.
The female version would be: "Meine perfekte Partnerin."
-> Now we know instantly that this is feminine.
There is no gender neutral, German simply isn’t a language that works that way.
Can you write full sentences without using anything gendered, at all? Yes, absolutely, here‘s an example:
English: "Oh God I love you, I don‘t know what I would do without you. You‘re my everything, I‘ll do anything and everything for you."
German: "Oh Gott ich liebe dich, ich weiß nicht was ich ohne dich machen würde. Du bist mein ein und alles, ich würde alles für dich tun."
This is completely gender neutral because while typing I actively made sure to avoid using anything gendered. But I understand that this is a extremely difficult task to do so for those who don’t speak German, so if you can pull it off, you just earned my highest form of respect, but this isn’t something that us Germans expect of you as a Writer, this is just something I wanted to draw your attention to.
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My point is: If you do any of those two, we Germans aren’t crying about it. We won‘t stop reading the fic, we won‘t bitch about it or send you hate-mail.
We just notice it, correct the sentence in our mind, and some of us will type out the correct sentence as a comment.
I sadly don‘t have any websites that can help with the gendered words, and google translate sucks anyways, so I truly don‘t have any type of direction I could point you writers to, sorry :/
But I have said this before and I‘ll say it again, as many times as I have to: I am absolutely willing to help with the German parts, my dm‘s are always open, no I won’t think you’re annoying or abusing anything by asking me to check the German sentences you might‘ve used in your works, no I‘m not saying any of this out of courtesy, no I‘m not lying, no we don’t have to know each other, no you don’t have to deal with chit chat you can immediately hit me up with 'Hey how is this sentence?', yes I am being serious. In doubt, read this paragraph again and again.
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Begging for you...to write something about Hobie fingering her pretty and lovely friend as a stress reliever and also him being pussy drunk...
what a relief — hobie brown. longer name. hobie using his best friend as a stress relief.
your head is laid back against the couch, eyes closed as the sun begins to dip, setting the room into a dim light of orange. hobie has slipped through the window, fluidly and silently. a smile edges his lips upon seeing you, laid back against the couch, upright and blissful. though his gaze does get caught up in the sliver of skin streaked across your stomach. your shirt is at a slight angle, loose and revealing. you two are best friends.
there’s been nothing wrong with how lazy you dress around hobie. at least he’s made it clear that there’s nothing wrong with it. you don’t hear him until he takes a seat beside you, one arm looping around your waist to bring you closer. you slightly jolt at the touch as you whip your head up and towards hobie, who’s face is almost smug taking note of your fast moving chest.
he slips his hand further around your waist, forcing one of your legs to drape over the in-between of his spread thighs. “hobie.” you mutter, calming down. “i didn’t hear you…”
“you never hear me.” he remarks, already beginning to fiddle with the material of your shirt, as his gaze drops down your body. you’re in loose shorts, and as hobie’s fingers loop further around your waist, he reaches your bare thigh, just tapping at the skin.
his head slightly leans back against the couch. and as you go to move off of him, his grip tightens, forcing your legs to widen. “hobie — ”
“shh. hard day.” he mutters, now swirling his finger along your now prominent goosebumps. “it was?” you ask, turning your head to look at him, but that’s when you feel his fingers dip, making your breathing hitch. “mhm.” he mumbles.
“‘m sure your day was better than mine.” hobie continues, as two of his fingers slip under the material of your shorts, right by your inner thigh. you slightly shift, brows furrowing. “it was…alright.” “jus’ alrigh’?” hobie asks. “then it seems we both needa lil bit of relief…hm?” and that’s when his fingers find your panties, just running the pads of his finger all the way along your covered pussy. you stiffen. “hob — ”
“it’s alrigh’, babe. ‘m jus’ really stressed. you know how it is.” he’s now slipped past your panties, widening your legs with his arm, as he spreads your wetness around. he smirks upon feeling your arousal.hobie can feel your confusion, as he mutters by your ear “friends help each other, ay?” he nods, his lips brushing your ear. and that’s when he sinks two fingers inside you, your wetness now coating his fingertips, as your hips shift, a small gasp leaving your lips.
he begins to place careful kisses to your shoulder as his fingers slowly thrust up into you, his tense shoulders relaxing at the feeling of you clenching around him. “that’s it…jus’ like that…mhm, feelin’ good, love.” his fingers are long and invasive inside you, exploring you with an eagerness you’d originally think a friend shouldn’t have. but hobie’s said that it’s alright. that ‘helping’ each other is what friends do.
“ya such a good friend to me, aren’t ya?” he hums, lips dragging across your skin, as he curls his fingers inside you, making a small whimper spill from your open mouth. “you’re really helpin’ me out, babe.” he lowly mutters, his tone turning more gravelling and restrained, bringing you even tighter against him as he revels at the sight of his fingers slipping in and out of your dripping cunt. “i-i am?” you breathlessly question. hobie chuckles, thinking how cute you sound all breathless and confused for him.
“yeah…somethin’ ‘bout the way your little hole is clenching around my fingers…jus’ like a hug…innit?” he’s moving faster inside you, whispering comforting words of praise and telling you how normal it is for a friend to help a friend. his thoughts are running wild with a hungry gaze on your pussy. dripping all over his hand. so nice of you to help him out, letting him use your pussy as a form of stress relief. “yeah…so good”
hobie now knew that he found himself a reliever. because now he certainly can’t let this be the last time. no. with how obsessed he’s gotten with your pretty pussy, he don’t think he’ll be able to hold back from getting a taste. “can i try, love?” he whispers in your ear making you shiver.
“please, babe, jus’ wanna try ya.” he’s licking at your neck. “it’ll help. ya know…to know what ya like. to know what it feels like. i jus’ want ya to be prepared, ya know how much i care ‘bout ya…” and when your legs widen at fraction, he smirks, knowing he had you. “you’re always gonna be my good little friend…”
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I'm neck deep in a maladaptive daydream scenario right now so lemme share it:
You come home after a long day. Your mood is low, you're sore, and you just want to lay down somewhere dark and cry for a bit before you have to wake up tomorrow and try to be human again.
Except when you walk through your front door, you notice something very, very conspicuous. And equally as alarming.
You live alone. So why is there a massive guy just hanging around in your house?
You start to panic, naturally. But before you can sprint back out of the house, a deep, British voice calls to you.
"Hey, hey, take it easy, love. It's okay, it's just me. I'm not gonna hurt you."
The voice stops you cold. Because you recognize it.
From the video game you were playing last night.
You steal a glance at the television, and the man standing in front of you catches the action. He's got his hands up - clad in black gloves, of course - like he's trying to approach a spooked animal.
"You know who I am, love."
"Y... you're not real."
"Depends on your definition of 'real'," he corrects. "Might not have been out and walkin' about, but I was real enough to you."
You're still confused. Of course you are - some stranger is in your house pretending to be the video game character you've been fantasizing about for months. But the man in front of you isn't Ghost. He can't be.
Right?
"I know you still don't believe me," he says. "Can't blame ya. Here, let's see if this helps."
And then, right before your eyes, the man shifts. He doesn't look - or sound - like Ghost anymore. He sounds like another favorite character of yours.
"Look familiar?"
He shifts again. Another face you know from your imagination.
"How 'bout now?"
Once again, he shifts. Three more times, three more characters, before he goes back to Ghost.
You do everything you can think of to debunk what you're seeing. But everything points to the same conclusion -
Your fictional crush is standing in your living room, plain as day.
Your face must betray your disbelief, because "Ghost" spends the next ten minutes trying to convince you that you're not having a big, grand hallucination. He gently grabs your hand, runs a thumb along your cheek, even presses a tender kiss to your forehead.
They all feel real. Real enough for your chest to ache.
"Why are you here?" you manage to ask. "Why now?"
He shrugs.
"'Cause you needed me," he says plainly.
It stirs something inside of you, and you slowly reach forward to place a hand on his chest. You feel his warmth radiating from beneath the black hoodie he wears, and if you concentrate enough, you can feel his heartbeat too.
“If y’really don’t want me here, I’ll go,” he says, resting one of his hands atop yours. “I’ll tuck back into your head and leave you be.”
“...What do you want?”
“I wanna help. ‘S my job, innit? ‘S why I’m here, lovie. ‘S why you made me.”
You don’t tell him to leave.
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