#i had to stop cause i wasnt making any sense

[note-boom]

No wait. But I love how Bungo Stray Dogs is a story in which a tragedy or a comedy could happen, and that I don't know what form a tragedy or comedy could take.

A happy ending where everyone lives? It could happen given the amount of characters who want to die, and how almost all of them struggle with their reason to live.

A happy ending where major characters in the ADA and Port Mafia die? Yes, given the way the narrative constantly tells us the tragedy of life a fatal ending could also be constructed as a happy one.

A tragic ending where life continues but also continues as meaningless and as a struggle? How nothing changes and it just keeps going and going?? Yeah, that sounds plausible. Zenki Soukoku and Soukoku are proof of the same doomed cycle of partnerships and betrayals and bitter partings.

A tragic ending where everyone dies? Yeah...they haven't found their goals yet. There are characters left to mourn them Rimbaud and Odasaku and the Flags style.

The point is that life is precious, as we see through the characters that die, Kunikida, Atsushi, Yosano, etc. Death is freedom, as we see through some of the characters still alive like Dazai, Fyodor, even Akutagwa to some extent, etc. And both come into intense scrutiny through all the characters. What's so freeing about death? What's so great about life? Is my reason to live worth enough? Is death really the ending I want?

I just seriously love how the manga is basically this intense battle between life and death framed through humanity's craving for purpose, their despair, their blindness or their clear sight and in this essay I will -

#i had to stop cause i wasnt making any sense #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd musings #bungou stray dogs #spitting nonsense #and yes im aware bsd is more than just a battle between life and death and has too many themes and philosophical discourse #it's strange though because i dont MIND what kind of ending this manga will have #life or death im good with both #both because of the themes and struggles and also cause this is a seinen and seinens are Messed Up #but i guess their all-over-the-place plots and messings with time etc are part of its weird charm #the genre is weird and the endings are always so...*vaguely waves hands* #anyway i signed up to this so i guess I'll have to see it through :| #rambling in the tags sorry

[sea-buns]

Forgive me if I'm a bit nervous about Gorgug this season. It's just that the last Zac Oyama pc was Colin Provolone, who was arguably one of his greatest D20 performances, if not the greatest.

Zac always does great with every pc he plays, but Colin was something else. He came out swinging with actions and words that were teeming with unspoken emotional baggage. The way Colin's presence affected the other pcs; there was this level of depth that I don't think I've seen in any of his other characters. It was understated and quiet in that signature "just a guy" way that he tends to be, while still captivating everyone instantly with just how raw it was.

Not to say we haven't seen emotional depth in Gorgug. It's just that, compared to the other Bad Kids, Gorgug's journey and progression as a character has been very... impersonal? Like, yes, he found his birth parents, and he found friends who appreciate him, and he faced his insecurities about his intelligence, and he navigated relationship troubles, and his trial through the claustrophobic bug-tunnels was a horrifically-uncanny parallel to how he's spent his entire life trying to make himself as small as possible.

But how much of that has actually changed him from the Gorgug we started with? I would agree that he's definitely happier with his life, given all the loving and supportive people that have been added to it when it used to be just him and his parents. And he's certainly grown into himself and become more self-assured in his abilities, even if he's still, and always will be, our anxious little guy. And there's nothing wrong with that. I've always liked how Gorgug was a representation of all the little things. The subtle acts and kindnesses that don't seem like much to most, but to some are everything.

We don't need another Bad Kid living in fear that their mouth could be shit-in at any moment. We've already got one-too-many.

All that being said, I just feel like Gorgug's personal story beats are much easier to sweep under the rug than everyone else's. He has the same soft and understated quality that Colin held, but they lack that extra oomph that pushed Colin over the edge from being just another guy in a series of dudes, to a character that the vast majority of us could not get out of our heads. He took someone who was anxious and softspoken, who ultimately never wanted to be violent— someone who is remarkably similar to Gorgug in many ways— and maintained that demeanor and core in Colin's character while still hitting us in the feels with character development at max velocity at every turn.

I think Zac gets better and better at this with every season that goes by. With each new character, there is always something that leaves me stunned in awe. And it's been, what, three? Four years since we last saw Gorgug?

I'm just,,, I'm cautiously optimistic but also going into a bit of a worry about what violence this man may inflict upon us

#i got SO carried away LMAO #i dont think ive ever written any posts about gorgug specifically #i made a lot about colin. and some about pib. and some more about zacs performances in general. #but never anything gorgug-focused. i just wasnt on tumblr at those other times that hed been on my mind like this #you can tell i still couldnt resist talking about colin lol #he was just so fucking good. a fantastic character all around. i cant imagine a better example to get my point across than him #when i do posts like this its all very much just me taking a vague idea and working with whatever comes out in the moment #so when i tell you i very much did not plan to get lost in the counterargument and had to stop for a second to remember what my point was #my point still stands but so does everything else #you dont realize it. how similar gorgug and colin really are. or how metaphorical the bug tunnel was. #or how gorgug IS the epitome of little details. small acts. quiet rights and wrongs. the faint causes and the even subtler effects. #u dont truly realize it until youre writing it yourself in a free flow fugue state and it all comes to a halt cuz youve blown your own mind #anyway i love gorgug and i love zac pcs and i hope this post makes sense cuz finding the right words was fucking hard hah #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fantasy high sophomore year #fhsy #gorgug thistlespring #the ravening war #trw #colin provolone #zac oyama

[hannieehaee]

i love your writing i always check your page everyday! i was wonder we can get some brat reader x scoups or dk?? like we are messing with him around the members or going out somewhere without their permission? if not i totally understand and will still continue to support your writing! :)

18+ / mdi

content: jealous!cheol, possessive!cheol, brat!reader, afab reader, established relationship, smut, dry humping, grinding, etc.

wc: 1575

a/n: idk where i was going with this im sorry if it makes no sense T-T thank u for requesting </3

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if there was one defining characteristic about your boyfriend, it was his pride.

seungcheol always thought himself to be a capable and dependable man, which were a few of the characteristics he took most pride in. as the leader of his group, he was always meant to take care of his members and provide a solid foundation for his younger brothers to rely on.

similarly to his members, he always took care of you. however, along with that also came his possessive and strict nature.

as a natural leader, seungcheol always expected instruction to be followed. he wasnt a dictator nor unfair by any means, but he expected his authority to be respected. he afforded you the same respect, but he would quickly grow frustrated whenever he felt himself be challenged by you; something that happened quite often.

it was usually just fun banter. he would ask or do something, you'd be a brat and get in the way, and he would then play along until growing too frustrated at your overly playful nature and either whine at you or punish you (it'd depend on his mood, really).

today, this dynamic was presented in the form of you popping in for a quick visit during dance practice. cheol had always told you you were welcome to stop by whenever you wanted, even letting security know that you were to be admitted in upon uttering his name when inquired for the reason of your visit. you didn't visit every day, but you made it a habit of dropping in at least once a week (specially considering your boyfriend worked seven days a week).

upon your arrival, a few of seungcheol's members dropped what they were doing to go say hi to you and engage in conversation. cheol knew them to be overly excited at times, so he always sat back for a minute or two before jumping in on the conversation. today, he did the same, waiting a bit before joining you, jeonghan and mingyu while the rest of the members continued what they'd been doing before your arrival – practicing.

usually you'd interrupt them only for a few minutes, but today was different for some reason.

cheol could read you very easily, and he was suspicions of your smile from the moment you'd walked in. it was the same smile you'd have on your face any time you challenged his patience for fun for seemingly no reason. he grew completely certain that your intent today had been to be a brat when he finally attempted to get the members to settle back down and go back to practice. you'd immediately whined in disagreement, causing the members to join in, now claiming you wanted to go get a quick snack with the members, since apparently, you had been missing them lately. now he not only had to deal with one brat, but with multiple.

"c'mon, cheollie! you guys are all sweaty, i'm sure you've been at this all day. a quick break wont hurt you," you argued, fueled by the nods in agreement coming from his friends.

"baby ... we have a schedule to follow, you know that. you can come back when it's our usual lunch time."

"okay, you don't have to come. i can just go with hannie and gyu."

he knew you were just trying to annoy him. you had at no time mentioned any wish to hang out with his friends prior to this moment.

"baby–"

"yeah, cheollie. we'll keep her company, dont worry."

jeonghan joining in on your brattiness was exactly what cheol needed in this moment. specially as he walked over to cuddle against you as you both smirked at cheol in defiance.

"you coming, gyu?", you looked over at mingyu, who also seemed to grasp seungcheol's annoyed disposition.

"uh, i ... sure, i'll go, i–"

"baby, can i talk to you for a moment?", he was annoyed at your stubbornness, but he still did not wish to blow up in front of all his members, knowing they'd tease him over how easy he was to rile up.

"you can say whatever you wanna say here, right y/nnie? we're all friends here", interrupted the parasite that was his best friend, swaying you back and forth as you giggled at the way he so outwardly defied his friend.

that was enough for cheol. he knew there was no way for you to have planned on having jeonghan copy your brattiness so easily, but he blamed you nonetheless.

with that, he grabbed you by the arm, ripping you away from his friend before storming out with you. he led you to the empty resting room that was connected to the practice room before turning to look at you.

"tired of being a brat yet?"

"hmm," you tapped your chin as if actually thinking it over, "nah."

he walked over to you, making you walk back as your entertained smile remained on your face. he was glad to know you found this all so entertaining; something he voiced to you immediately after.

"i'm sorry, cheollie, you're just so fun to rile up."

"did you want me to put you in your place, baby? got bored of waiting for me back home?", he got closer to you with every passing second, eventually basically pinning you against the wall.

"maybe ... so ... are you gonna?", you grinned at him.

"am i gonna what?"

"gonna put me in my place? here, where they all know what's going on behind this door?"

"oh? you think i wont? you think their presence is gonna deter me from fucking you into whatever piece of furniture is nearest?", his eyes were darker than ever, mouth just inches away from yours. he could feel your goosebumps rising from his close proximity.

"but what about practice, cheollie? i thought you were sooo bus–"

"fuck practice."

only five minutes later and you were already bent over the couch, skirt pushed over to uncover your ass as he ground his clothed crotch against you, stimulating no one but himself.

after having abused your lips with his for a few minutes, he had felt you up in every way you loved, tweaking at your nipples and even rubbing at your cunt through your clothes. he thoroughly made you believe he'd fuck the brattiness out of you, only to then flip you over and bend you to his liking, grinding his hardened cock against your ass while you whined at him to do something more.

"no, baby ... this is all for me. gonna teach you to not be a brat by giving you the barest minimum. want more? then be good next time ... now take what im giving you and be thankful."

"y– yes, cheollie ..."

"god, what a pretty baby ... if only you were just as obedient as you are pretty."

"i am! i'm good, i was just ... just wanted your attention so bad."

"yeah? couldve just told me you needed me, baby. wouldve come home running to you. didnt have to team up with hannie to piss me off."

he angled you a little higher for his cock to finally drag against your cunt rather than your ass, now giving you some friction as you began to push back against him.

"shit, just like that, baby. push it back for me like a good girl."

"didnt– didnt plan it, baby, i swear! i was gonna take you guys out to eat and then steal you away ... didnt know hannie was gonna join in on it ..."

"oh, yeah? you were being good, then? just got corrupted by hannie? hmm. that's too bad, angel. still gotta punish you for that."

"j– just please! dont stop ... feels so good ... cock feels so good against my cunt ..."

he continued to hold you by your hips, almost bruising them by the sheer force in which he forced you to grind back against him. he knew neither yours nor his orgasm would be as satisfying as could be, but he needed to make his point.

accelerating both the speed and strength of his grinding, he found himself almost at his end, deciding to show you some mercy by digging through the front of your skirt and rubbing rapidly at your clit through your panties.

"gonna cum with me, baby? gonna give it to me even if they're listening in on the other side? huh?"

"yes, cheollie! almost there, just– fuck!"

your pretty moans as you lost yourself to the pleasure were enough to get seungcheol to reach his peak too, pushing himself up against you once more as he released inside his pants. he caressed the bare skin of your ass under your skirt as he helped you stand at your full height again, kissing at your hair as he told you what a good girl you were for him, brattiness almost wiped from his mind.

"angel ...", now was time to scold you.

"im sorry, cheollie ... just felt lonely and wanted to come visit you ... i was just gonna steal you away for a bit. forgot hannie has a boner for mischief and would try and make you blow up. sorry, baby."

he couldnt help but chuckle at that. you were bratty, but you were still his obedient girl. all was good in the world.

"c'mon, angel. let me grab some clothes so we can change, yeah? then ill take you home."

"but practic-"

"you were right. i could use a break. let's go."

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #svt smut #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #scoups fanfic #scoups x reader #seungcheol oneshot

[w0rmm1lk]

May I request the class 1A boys (if u write for multiple in the same fic) reacting to their gn! S/o (who’s normally insanely calm and patient) finally snapping and ends up nearly killing a villain? Like reader snaps during a fight against a villain or smth because the boys (seperate but yk) got hurt and stuff? Sorry if this doesn’t make much sense, I suck at explaining things 😭

hi! i didnt end up doing all the boys but I did the ones I think I would b able to write for best hehe, for future posts probably gonna limit it to 5 characters per post!

characters: Tenya Iida, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Mezou Shoji, Shoto Todoroki, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya.

reader: Gn

summary: the very well known 1a student (reader) who is known for being calm and understanding almost fucking kills someone.

warnings: blood mentions, near death experience, swearing, injuries.

other details: 1A!reader, reader quirk not mentioned but they use their bare fists to beat the shit out of the villain, villain is not any specific one.

👓Tenya Iida👓

👓- Iida was fast but damn the villain was faster.

👓- this resulted into iida now basically completely motionless on the ground yet still concious.

👓- usually if it was any of your other friends you would just take a deep breath and anylis whats going on to make sure things are delt with properly.

👓- but that iis not the case this time.

👓- it was almost like something snapped.

👓- nobody could actually figure out how you managed to catch the villain, especially with their speed.

👓- but bystanders were more focused on the fact that you were now repeatedly slamming their face into the sidewalk.

👓- honestly a miracle the villain survives that shit, but they 100% had brain damage afterwards.

👓- normally iida would step in but he could only really stare at you.

👓- partly due to the shoock, but also the fact that he straight up couldn't move from his injuries.

👓- after everything calmed down and iida recovered he gave your ass a huge lecture.

⚡Denki Kaminari⚡

⚡- he was shocked.

⚡- pun intended but also he was just straight up in shock.

⚡- first off, surprising he got these many injuries without short circuting.

⚡- guess his training rlly payed off.

⚡- well at least his quirk training.

⚡- thinks its sick as hell how you just beat the shit out of the villain.

⚡- their face will never be the same again.

⚡- hes kinda into it tbh.

🪨Eijiro Kirishima🪨

🪨- literally just makes the :o face

🪨- this man got one hit that actuqally injured him at you just cut loose.

🪨- he felt like not even he could do that much damage in unbreakable. (he totally could do worse but hes just having a moment leave me alone.)

🪨- aftwards will literally beg you to spar with him.

🪨- unfortunatley never gets to fight you while ur that pissed off.

🪨- honestly when he saw how beat up the villain was he thought that it was bakugos doing for a hot second.

🐙Mezou Shoji🐙

🐙- the way you reacted to him getting hurt lowkey reminded him of dark shadow during the training camp.

🐙- very similar situation tbh.

🐙- it was just one of his extended limbs that got injured, yet you reacted as if he had just been decapitated.

🐙- froze up for a second when he watched you just immediately run up to the villain you have been fighting for at least an hour and just absolutely demolish then within a few minutes.

🐙- had to restrain you a bit to stop you from actually murdering them.

🐙- was a little shocked at the sudden swap oof personality for that short time but was more focused on stopping you from being charged with murder.

❄️Shoto Todoroki🔥

❄️🔥- ^that face.

❄️🔥- like that is just his reaction tbh.

❄️🔥- i mean its not everyday you see the person thats just a slightly more emotionally available version of you almost kill someone.

❄️🔥- especially over a small cut.

❄️🔥- the cut wasnt even caused directly by the villain, it was a broken piece of glass that was flying around with other debri./

❄️🔥- i mean-- at least you caught the villain?

❄️🔥- and almost killed them.

❄️🔥- along with free medical debt.

❄️🔥- or no medical debt?

❄️🔥- idk how that stuff works in japan bruh.

💥Katsuki Bakugo💥

💥- fight me all you want but

💥- he just straight up finds it hot.

💥- like if you look close enough this mf is blushing.

💥- who knew that the one time someone makes bakugo blush is his partner attempting murder.

💥- originally wasnt going to hold you back.

💥- the longer he watched you beat the shit out of this guy he started to genuinley think you were going to kill them.

💥- once everything settles down you started back to you normal calm persona.

💥- bro was just like ????

🥦Izuku Midoryia🥦

🥦- panic.

🥦- like you dont even have to look at him, you just need to be near him and you can basically feel how panicked he is over this.

🥦- lots of panicked words, you can barely even tell whats he's saying through the rage but also the pure speed he's speaking at.

🥦- few words that were mostly intelligable you could tell he was saying you should stop.

🥦- even if you wanted to stop your body wouldnt let you.

🥦- ended up needing to use blackwhip to get you off.

🥦- not that it did much being the villai already had a broken nose and multiple broken ribs.

🥦- probably missing teeth aswell.

🥦- izuku is lowkey terrified to somehow piss you off now.

theyre all a little short but i think I slayed

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x gn!reader #mha x gn!reader #iida x reader #denki x reader #shoji x reader #kirishima x reader #izuku x reader #todoroki x reader #x gn reader

[kleem-o]

Dragon hybrid!Bakugou x Reader

part 3

Synopsis: After the eventful festival, you and Bakugou finally faced each other’s feelings and recognized each other as mates. Unbeknownst to you, unknown figures attempted to harm you, and unfortunately, succeeded. Warning!! Violence, gore, and depictions of blood, nsfw.  Part 3 to this. Enjoyy!!

Wc: 2.4k

A/N: Hii !! thank you all for the love and support!! I wasnt sure whether to upload the entire part, but i thought that it would be too long so the next part would probably be the last one, but it might be short. Though I might make some content about this in the future. Hehe let me know what yall think. Most part of this is through Bakugou’s perspective btw. Enjoyyy!!

Bakugou stays still, eyes closed, purring, head on your lap as you massage his hair. “Bakugou wake up.” “Hmmm..” Bakugou’s eyes remained close as he buried his face further into your lap. Your scent and warmth was like a blanket comforting him, he felt safe. “Bakugou wake up” just as quickly as he heard the words leave your mouth, the safety he felt vanished. It was suddenly cold and your scent disappeared. Bakugou’s hands felt his surroundings trying to look for you but to no avail. He then heard a scream, a pained frantic scream. His eyes jolted open, his breathing ragged as he took in where he was.

It seemed that he was in a cage, a seemingly metal cage with a cover draped over it, preventing him from seeing outside the cage. “Y/N..?” Every passing second without you made his heart beat faster, his breathing becoming irregular as he tried his best to assess the situation. You weren’t in the cage with him, and he couldn’t smell your scent anywhere. In fact, he couldn’t smell anything. He guessed that something must have messed with his senses, he just couldn’t guess what exactly it was. Was it something in the festival? “Y/N!” He went to grab the metal bars only to growl in pain after contact. He surprisingly looked at his hand as it was covered in burns after touching the bars. He always dealt with fire when he was cooking, hell he even produced explosions from his hand, but it never really hurt him. No, not like this one. He was beginning to panic, he couldn’t think clearly anymore as his mind was clouded with thoughts of you. Where were you? Were you alright? Were you safe? What if you got hurt too? He knew he couldn’t live without you. You were his mate. Someone he would spend his lifetime with. Was it worth living in a world without you? All these thoughts made him choke on his breath, he was having trouble breathing and all he thought of was to find you. He tried to touch and pry open the metal bars only to growl loud in pain. He let go of the bars only to see that his hands were now full of burns and fresh wounds. Suddenly the drapes were removed and he saw the horror outside the cage that trapped him with his thoughts of you.

The sight he saw was nothing short of terrifying. Even he, a dragon, got shivers as he truly felt the danger in the atmosphere. It was dark out, barely any stars and the moon was hiding from the scene. There were torches on the ground circling the cage and some of the figures were holding some as well. It seemed that they were in an open area deep inside the forest, somewhere that even Bakugou hadn’t reached yet. But what was truly terrifying were the people. People in red robes. Their faces were covered by the large hoods but Bakugou could still make out the sinister smiles they held. They were in formation that circled the cage, and there were a lot of them. Maybe around 40 to 50 people? But Bakugou had no time to make sure. He growled in anger and bared his fangs, he made big and loud explosions in his hand to attempt to break the cage and scare the people off. The cage didn’t even budge and neither did the people, in fact it only seemed to entertain them more, their vicious smiles turning into horrifying laughter. Bakugou growled loudly “WHERE IS SHE?!” This caused the people to stop their laughter, eerily all at the same time. Someone stepped up and removed his hood. The person’s eyes were entirely black…too black? Bakugou wondered if the person even had eyes. There was an upside down cross on the person’s forehead marked with what seemed to be ash, while there were red lines going down from the person’s eye sockets to their jaw. The red lines looked like blood and Bakugou shuddered at the thought of whose blood it was. He had to think that you were safe, it was the only way to keep him sane. The person opened his mouth and spoke “Bring out the sacrifice”

Oh.

Oh.

Three people held you, as you were unconscious. 

Bakugou stopped breathing. You were dressed in a ragged white dress, if you could even call it that as all anyone would see is red. You were bloody all over, small cuts all over your body along with bruises spreading colors of purple and green all over your body. Your head was bleeding heavily and blood was coming out of your nose. Your right foot was bent in a way that would make anyone cry in pain. Bakugou almost fell into a catatonic state as he watched carefully to see whether you were breathing or not. Bakugou cried out in pain, anger, and sadness. It was so loud that some people had to block their ears from the pained cry. “STOP! Y/N WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!” Bakugou’s vision began to blur from his tears, his head was starting to hurt and he was turned into a pleading mess “PLEASE DON’T– DON’T HURT HER! PLEASE” Bakugou would do anything to trade places with you, to bear all the pain you feel, he couldn’t even imagine what you went through, he cursed himself for not being able to protect you, you were his mate and he couldn’t even save you from all this, how could he even call himself your mate. Amidst all his cries and begging, the person with the hood down began to speak “Attention, everyone. Tonight we have gathered here to witness a miracle! A miracle it took ages for our society to obtain. Here we have.. A dragon!” Everyone began cheering loudly, raising their arms as if to thank the skies. Bakugou couldn’t understand anything that was happening and still looked at you, crying for all this to stop. “PLEASE STOP!! DON’T– DON’T HURT HER ANYMORE!!” The leader, as it seemed, continued speaking “It has been centuries since the last miracle! The enlightenment of life through a dragon’s tears! I have gathered you all here tonight to be part of the birth of a new society.. Immortals as we call it. Gods” Bakugou tried to pry open the cage again only to be burned worse than before, his hands were now all bloody, wounds extending to his entire arm. Bakugou growled out loud, his eyes never leaving you, and his dragon instincts now taking over, anger taking over all his other emotions. One of the people noticed the change in Bakugou’s aura, instead of crying and begging, the dragon was now breathing hard, growling, fangs bared and eyes slitted. The person immediately informed the leader and in haste the leader announced “Let us begin the ritual! Present the sacrifice!” The three people carrying you suddenly threw you to the ground. As you hit the ground, Bakugou grabbed the bars, and growled through the burning pain. Even though the pain was now pulsing in his whole body, he didn’t dare let go. He began making explosions as he held the bar and in the people’s horror, they watched as the bars were slowly being pried open by the dragon. “Impossible! The cage is made of silver!” With a loud growl and one final push, the cage was now open for the bloodlusted dragon to leave. People started screaming and running, in hopes of escaping the dragon. But it was all in vain as Bakugou was faster than everyone, easily catching up and slicing their throats open. Bakugou showed no mercy and no thoughts were in his head except hurt, kill. Most of the people were dead, lying on the ground either beheaded or with their throats sliced, while some had torn limbs or dismembered body parts. Finally, Bakugou looked at the leader with eyes that looked like death, a grave reminder of what is coming to the leader. The leader got on his knees and clasped his hands together almost like in a prayer. “PLEASE! FORGIVE ME! THEY MADE ME DO IT!! I KNOW NOTHING OF THIS!” Bakugou couldn’t understand or failed to care enough to understand a word that was coming out of the man’s mouth. In annoyance, Bakugou grabbed the man’s jaw and ripped it apart, leaving only the halter up the man’s face intact. The man fell to the ground and started shaking pathetically. Bakugou growled loudly and slowly dismembered the man’s limbs one by one. Bakugou stopped when he could no longer hear the man’s whimpers of pain. 

He was breathing heavily as he ran to you on the ground. He placed you on his lap and cradled your head, shaking you in an attempt to wake you up “wake up.. Please wake up..” Bakugou felt tears falling again, he felt as if his world was crumbling down, he couldn’t bear to look at you too ashamed as he failed as your mate. He shook you harder to wake you up. He looked at the wound on your stomach and applied pressure in hopes to stop the bleeding. “y/n.. Please wake up, don't leave me.” Bakugou was too scared to check your pulse, not sure if he wanted to know the answer but he did it nonetheless. His eyes regained a bit of hope as he felt your pulse although weak. He carried you carefully making sure that he wouldn’t make any of your injuries worse and ran off into the forest. He didn’t know where to go but his panicked mind was telling him anywhere was better than there, where a lot of corpses lay waiting for crows to feed on them. He found a cave and thought to settle you there, making sure there were no dangers lurking by, and hurriedly went to find all the herbs you taught him that would help injuries, god he was thankful for learning with you. Even now, you were still helping him even in your unconscious state. He remembers the time you first met and hoped that like him, you would recover too.

Several months have passed since then. Bakugou found shelter, an abandoned house it seems, after weeks of him nursing you to health. You still haven’t woken up, and each passing day Bakugou’s sanity was drifting away. Every single day he would wake up next to you, hoping you were awake. He would check your pulse, clean your wounds, then go out to hunt and look for herbs to help you. Everytime he remembered the.. event that took place he couldn’t stop shaking. He made a mental note that he couldn’t trust any human other than you. They were all the same to him, devils that want to harm the both of you. Instead of the soft kind dragon that you knew, Bakugou now turned aggressive, taking out his anger and frustrations on the world. The only time he became soft was when he was with you. At night, when the world becomes quiet, he would cuddle up next to you doing his best to avoid your remaining injuries, he would close his eyes trying to relish in your warmth, as his sorrowful cries fill the now dreadful night. One day in particular, after checking up on you, Bakugou headed off into the forest to look for more herbs and food. 

The certain herb that he was looking for only grew in a certain part of the forest, however he smelled the scent of another human nearby. Immediately his guard was up, he wasn’t in the mood to attack as he had to hurry back to you. He went to gather the herbs quickly but felt a stick hit his head “Hey!” he growled as he turned around to attack only to be taken aback by the small old woman holding a cane. “What the hell are you doing here?? Getting all my herbs too! You’re that rascal that's been stealing aren’t ya?!” The old woman raised her cane to hit the dragon again only to be stopped by Bakugou. Bakugou quickly grabbed and snapped the cane in half with one hand, and was going to grab the old lady on the neck, only to be stopped by a big buff man with hair the same color as the sun. “Chiyo! Are you okay? I told you so many times not to wander off here! It's not safe! Please tell me next time you go outside!” The old woman simply rubbed dust off her kimono “Oh come off it Yagi! This little reptile has been stealing my herbs!! Return it at once!!” Bakugou was at a loss for words, the big man was strong enough to hold off his arm, hell the man was even bigger than him. “Reptile?! Old woman have you gone craz– oh…what the..” The man finally took a good look at Bakugou only to find two horns on his face, his eyes slitted, and a huge tail. Bakugou attempted to bite the man’s hand only for the man to avoid it quickly, while carrying the old woman, Chiyo as she was called, away from the dragon. “Hey!! Get that stupid reptile now!! He’s taking all the herbs!!” The man looked at the dragon that quickly gathered the herbs and ran off quickly into the forest. “What the hell is that reptile’s deal!!??” The old woman scurried off the man’s arms and went to inspect what was left of the herbs she planted. “Hmmm.. it seemed that the creature was specifically targeting these herbs, did you see? He scurried off quickly as if he was going to bring them to someone, if he just wanted to escape he would’ve just left the herbs..what if.. What if someone is in danger?” The old woman was now grumbling about “Who the hell cares? It still stole my herbs.. Gotta make sure it never happens again..” The old woman continued mumbling about how the sneaky lizard thing should go to hell when the man said “I’m going to check it out.”

“What?! Are you crazy?? That thing was obviously not a human, and I know you’re strong Yagi, but I’m sure that reptile thing can still win against you!”

“But it was like someone was hurt.. You’re a doctor aren’t you Chiyo? We need to help them..”

“You’re batshit crazy if you think I’ll go with you to heal that big lizard and its cold blooded friends!!”

Now the man and the old woman were tracking the dragon’s steps trying to find where he was. “Foolish boy, always dragging me around.” The big man was carrying the old woman on his shoulders, smirking as she still accompanied him. Not too long, they found an abandoned house that they both suspected the dragon took shelter in. 

Slowly they made their way into the house.

Here's Part 4!

A/N: god i fucking suck LMAOO i really tried my best to put what i imagined into words. i also made some stuff up like the dragon weakness being silver i have nothing to back that up lol i love writing dark themes the cult part was my fav. Anww i added new characters! recovery girl and all might (he’s so hot lol) The next part will be the last part of this series but I have other plans for dragon bakugou (prob smut lol). Feel free to ask!

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[sunananaa]

hii !! i love your posts !! could you make one with Chigiri / Sae when they more clingy than usually? thank youuu

this ask got me thinking a lot….

I’ve only posted smaus before so I was going to immediately assume this was supposed to be an smau too…

BUT HOW DO YOU BE CLINGY OVER TEXT IT DONT MAKE SENSE

So it’s probably a headcanon right?? ACTUALLY DONT KNOW I’ll just do the headcanon lol my first one.

IF YOU DID MEAN AN SMAU JUST REQUEST AGAIN SORRY IF THIS WASNT WHAT U WANTED 😰

THIS IS TERRIBLE PLS IDK IF U KNOW BUT I HATE ENGLISH SO THIS WENT HORRIBLY 💪

no fr i hate this, i only make smaus for a reason

WHEN YOU’RE CLINGY

characters: chigiri hyoma + itoshi sae

prompt: gn reader!, established relationship

word count: idk will figure out later…

warnings: it’s not proofread - i hate proofreading

“what the hell are you doing…” chigiri muttered putting his phone down on the sofa and turning around to face you.

you had been playing with his hair for at least the past 10 minutes by now and you showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

“mmm nothing, just a bit bored” you replied combing through his red locks with your fingers.

“right…” your boyfriend said slowly narrowing his eyes at you before getting up with his phone and moving away from your touchy hands.

annoyed, you furrowed your eyebrows and came round the sofa to sit yourself next to him. he payed you no attention and carried on watching whatever was on his phone.

you shuffled closer to him so that your shoulders were touching causing him to tense up and side-eye you weirdly.

smiling back at him, you rested your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh. it had been a while since you and chigiri could hang out together, he was always busy with football while you were busy with your studies.

in all honesty, all you wanted to do was to spend more time with him.

“are you okay?” he asked genuinely to which you closed your eyes and responded with a small hum.

despite the lack of words, chigiri understood what you wanted as he rested his head on top of yours. Unbeknownst to you, a small smile gracing upon his face.

sae’s eyes scanned around the airport, luggage in hand, looking out for a certain someone. luckily in your case he could usually hear you before seeing you.

“saee!!” you exclaimed quite loudly running up to your boyfriend engulfing him in a massive hug, the amount of force causing him to stumble back a bit.

he had just returned from spain and after being separated for about a month, all you wanted was to be in his presence. that alone was a privilege itself to you.

“how are you?” you asked looking up at him, a cheeky sheepish smile on your face. sae looked back at you, his gaze softening for a second. he opened his mouth to speak-

CLICK!

but of course, flashing cameras and paparazzi ruined the moment for the two of you.

sae was clearly annoyed, he broke the hug for a second, ready to give them a piece of his mind. the audacity of these people fr. but not even a second after, you had already pulled him back in again. hugging much much tighter than before.

“can we stay like this? just a for a little bit longer…” your voice was muffled being pressed against his chest and your arms around his torso tightly, your clinginess painfully obvious.

you heard your boyfriend let out a sigh before bringing his arms to wrap around your waist. though he would never admit it, he had missed you just as much as you had - heck maybe even more. who was he to say no to you?

all right reserved © please do not copy any of my works!

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[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hey how are you hope you ok

I got a request for Tommy Shelby if that ok

So basically you and Tommy are dating and one day in a meeting you was having theses really bad stomach pains and you thought nothing of at than when u got home and I got worse and than u went to Tommy crying in pain still and he said you might be in labour ( u don’t know u pregnant) than he calls polly and then u gived birth to you boy or girl up to you and then next day every one was  Shock and yh hope that make sense u don’t have to do it x

Dear Anon,

Thank you for waiting! I changed things up a bit and I apologize for any mistakes as I'm editing on mobile at work. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: childbirth, mentions of Hugh stress and poor eating habits. Peaky related themes and magic.

Dating Thomas was a life changing decision in more ways than you had originally realsied. Your whole life plan had been derailed by the constant ups and downs. 

Every new accomplishment and high was met with an even more dangerous low. You were along for the ride while managing your position at the book shop you owned. Long days and fun nights occupied these past few months so much that you realised that your period was late. 

Very late. 

You thought about it for a while and realised it was probably what used to happen when you were a teenager. High times of stress would stop it altogether. You had no other symptoms that women had told you about. No weird cravings, or morning sickness. Just lots of drama and stres.

You pushed the thought from your mind as you went about your usual routines. 

________6 months later____

You had come to the realisation that you must be barren. A fact that was difficult to come to terms with, however Tommy had said he wasnt interested in children any way. 

Looking at your self in the mirror you noticed a bit of weight on you and made a mental note to try and correct it by skiping meals for a while. Nothing big to worry about in comparison to another rival family causing chaos. You’d only just gotten sorted from being held captive a week ago. 

You already had so much on your shoulders at the book shop, orders were piling up and you were spending more and more late nights and early mornings. Tommy’s men escorting you and staying by the door while you worked. 

The multiple attempts on your life did nothing but add to the list of reasons you couldnt sleep at night. You were slowly falling apart. 

Cramps set in about mid day and you finally gave up. You called Tom letting him know you couldnt make it to lunch and went right to bed. Taking a much needed nap you woke up to even worse sets of pain. 

You grabbed your hot water bottle and tried to curl up on the couch with a book. Struggling through the sets of pain you began to wonder if something else was wrong. Wasn’t there an organ that could explode in your stomach? 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. 

____________________________________________________

Sitting across the table from the old woman, Polly thought back through time. Her eyes were dark and she had told her lots of things about her life that night. Gave her the curse of knowledge, knowing all too well that the girl was too weak to fight fate. And Polly had tried, every step of the way to fight it. 

It didnt surprise her that she was once again stuck at that wooden table. That the woman reflected on something said ages ago. 

A child. 

Polly’s heart sunk when she thought about the two children that were permanently out of her reach. A child? At this age. Not likely. 

The dream took a turn and woman shouted at her. 

“Go to her now before its too late.” And image of your face came into her mind and suddenly she was awake. The womans cold scream still echoing in her mind. 

Getting her clothes pulled on she quickly called Thomas. 

“Need to get to her place now” She said trying to pull on her boot at the same time. 

“Pol - why? What’s wrong?” The sound of panic in his voice made her reconsider your place within the family. 

“Just go, I’m on my way now.” She hung up the phone not wanting to waist anytime. On the drive over she thought about you and what this ment. 

There was no way of making sense of the situation. All the things she was told never made sense as a girl and wouldnt likely start to make sense now. She sighed defeated. She liked you well enough. Smart, kept Thomas in line, a bit soft hearted but she could see that changing the more you saw of the world. 

She parked and ran up the steps of your building. Opening the door she ould hear your soft cries as he tried to comfort you. 

“Pol what’s wrong with her.” 

“It’s a child.” Polly said moving into the kitchen seeing what supplies they were working with. 

“Fuck off.” You said a tone of disbelif. Coming back into the room she watched your face cycle through the many stages of panic. 

“Accept it so we can get on with it.” Polly said to the both of them. 

“How?” 

“Part of the prophecy. Flashbacks got me up in the middle of the night.” She watched as Tommy fell under the weight of her words. 

“Alright, love.” He kissed the top of your head. “It’s not going to make sense. So just let it happen.” You looked at up him your fear fading in the warmth of his gaze. 

“I dont think I can do it.” You groaned, tears welling up in your eyes. 

“It’s already happened. Pol saw it. That means you certainly can. Just have to make it from here to there.” 

After that you followed instructions, Polly was professional but couldnt help but feel a fondness growing for you. This was also a side of Tom she hadn’t seen since he was a small boy. He did everything without thought, never letting you out of his grip. 

“Tough girl.” He kissed your temple. “You can do it, gotta push again” 

Like many times before. Polly pulled a small little babe from their mother on the living room floor of a dingy flat in Birmingham. 

You collapsed against Tom and Polly went to work ensuring the child was alright. Smallest little girl she’d ever seen. Born too soon, quiet as a mouse as she looked up at her great aunt. Her heart was strong, and Polly knew just by holding her that this child, was significant in something bigger than all of them put together. 

She handed the girl off to her parents. Leaning back against the sofa sitting next to Thomas. He handed her a cigarette from his breast pocket. 

Taking a long drag, she realized she should give them space to enjoy the moment. Her bones had no interest in moving as the night, and previous months took a toll on her. 

“She predicted this? Why didn't you say something?”  Tom whispered stoking the cheek of his first child. 

Polly almost snapped at him, before registering his tone of voice. She’d never seen him this vulnerable. 

“She told me a lot of things, I was small at the time. None of you were born yet. It’s not specific stuff-” 

“Thank you.” You said with tears in your eyes. “I -I Don't know what to say.” 

“You shouldn't say, anything love. You're family now” 

_________________________________________________

You were the most exhausted you’d ever been, but a family meeting was unavoidable. That night was the last night you spent in your apartment. He’d carried you to the car the next morning to take you to his place. 

You watched him move around the massive kitchen. He got you a cushion before letting you sit at the head of the table. A cup of strange tea was placed in front of you as the family started to pile in. 

Ruby slept in your arm and you tried to relax as the family came close. You were friendly and warm with everyone but this was the first time they were seeing you as a permanent fixture in the family. 

“That must have been so scary love. Your body hid it so well” Emse came up to you putting her arm around you in a makeshift hug. “Look at her. So small. Pretty like her mum.” She sat close to you and you knew that it was because of her natural distaste for family meetings. Her posture told you if anyone got smart she’d chew them out. 

Arthur and John started to congratulate Tommy loudly and your stomach turned when they set on you. She was so small you didn't feel comfortable passing her around yet. What if that offended people? 

“Look at that! Next Shelby made a grand entrance like her da” Arthur kissed your cheek, his mustache tickling. “Good job, love.”

“Thanks,” You said softly. 

“God I hope she’s just like you Tom. Finally some payback.” John came over and lowered his voice once seeing her. “Fuck she’s so small. You can call us any time if you need anything. Got a truckload of baby clothes for ya.” 

“Really though, love. Call any time.” Esme said and you hoped more than anything you would get closer to her. 

The meeting started and Tommy made a grand speech. It didn't take long before Polly was rushing you back up to lie down in bed. When you woke up there was a ring on your wedding finger and a note on the bedside table. 

Gone to London for business. Be back tomorrow. 

You went back to the massive set of diamonds on your finger. It was talked about but you hadn't had the chance to think about it yet. 

There was a soft knock at the door and Esme poked her head in. 

“Staying while he’s away, do you need anything, love.” Without knowing what to do you just stuck your hand out at her. 

She looked at the ring. 

“When!” She whispered.

“Just woke up and it was there.” You whispered back in disbelief. 

“Such a Thomas thing to do.” She laughed and sat on the bed next to you. You both talked for hours and you were grateful she let you doze off and nap. 

You and Ruby fit right in.

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[crypt-keepers-den]

Hey! I couldn't find any post saying if the requests were closed, so if they're feel free to say no. I loved your last two astarion fics, may I make a request? Something light and funny would do the Fandom good. How about a piece based on this interview (https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMjrnuB4T/), where our dear vampire boi gets changed into a goose (did he lockpick the wrong chest? Pissed off the wrong magical entity/camp member? Was hit by a random spell during a fight? You tell me)? It can wear off in a little but just on that short period of time, the group learns why Goosetarion is a menace all on it's own >:)

The camp was quiet. Karlach, gale and astarion having gone out to hunt down some deer for supper, your spend your time alone tidying you and astarion's shared tent, lifting tomes and parchment off the bed rolls and placing them neatly in the corner. You here karlach yell your name "Tav come quick!", you sprint out of the tent in a panic thinking something terrible had happened only to find Karlach wearing a grin "look what Mr shiny boots went and did to himself" you follow her thinking something bad had happened to Astarion, however your greeted with gale trying to corner a flailing goose, the goose makes eye contact with you before sprinting to hide behind you.

you raise an eyebrow at karlach and gale, she stifles a laugh motioning you to watch the scene unfold, gale reaches towards the hiding goose. The goose snaps at the sorcerer's hand, gale says "Astarion if you want turned back you have to work with me, not against me" Astarion? Your Astarion is the goose cowering behind your legs, you looked down at the goose behind your legs, the more you looked the more you could see Astarion's features, his crimson eyes, the small fangs that peaked out of his beak, the soft silver poof of feathers that sat on top of his head. "Astarion, my love is that you?" the goose cowers its head at you, almost as if hes embarrassed. You reach down to pet his head "whatever happened my darling?", karlach snorts "he got cocky tryin' to lock pick a cursed chest" gale nods "i did try to warn him tav but he didnt-" the goose flairs his wings up, hissing at the pair, gale steps back but karlach stands her ground laughing at him.

you promptly lift him, scooping him up into your arms, "and how long till it wears off" gale stops staring at the, clearly, pissed goose in your arms "um...should wear off during the night" you sigh, "alright 'starion, try and behave till this wears off"

the hours pass and your surprised that Astarion hadnt caused much trouble, despite snapping at Gale every time he comes near you, you finish stirring the stew that was bubbling away on the camp fire; noticing that astarion is no longer sulking near you, so you wander around the camp looking for your vampire goose.

"ASTARION GIVE THAT BACK" gale yells frantically as the white goose runs rampant with one of his scrolls, the goose flails his wings, showing off his dominance, you watch as gale manages to corner Astarion, he reaches for the scroll but astarion is quick to drop it and bite gale's hand, the wizard lets out a pained yelp, you decide its time to intervene. "Astarion! let go of gale" you scold your feathered lover, the goose studies you before letting go of poor gale's hand, the wizard cluthes it and disappears to nurse his bitten hand. You look down at him "astarion that wasnt very nice, you took his scrolls" however it seemed he wasnt listening, he waddled off back into your shared tent, you follow before screeching at him "ASTARION THATS MY SANDWICH!" you chase the goose around the camp before loosing your temper with him, "fine astarion keep the damn sandwich, it's not like i was hungry or anything, damn you" you throw your hands up in the air before disappearing back into your tent to sulk.

it was nightfall before you heard the pitter patter of his webbed feet, you pretend to be asleep, you sense him checking you over, perhaps he was wondering if you were awake, you feel the creature wiggle its way into your arms, you dont fight him, it lays its head under your chin, you listen as its breathing slows, you both fall asleep.

the morning comes, light peaks through the tent causing you to wake, however the lump next to you feels larger, warmer. you peak down, looking at astarion's sleeping face, you cant help but smile, you lean down and plant a soft kiss to the top of his head before whispering "your a menace my love" you feel him snuggle closer "im your menace my darling" you smile before huffing "you still owe me a sandwhich" you both break into soft giggles.

*im so sorry this took so long my start with uni went haywire and i needed some time to deal with that but im back now and im finishing my drafts, see you soon with more x readers*

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[julibeeline]

hey!! can you maybe write a fic w quackity x fem or gn!reader

and like he and the reader are like enemies to lovers arc??

i j rlly want some angsty fics rnnnn

A Four-Way Call ☎️ [Quackity]

a/n: this one might be my all time favorite :o

“the next few days were a blur. this whole ‘y/nnap’ thing was a dagger in the heart.”

TRACK: Show Me How - Men I Trust

“hey y/n, shut the fuck up — nobody asked.” his voice rang through your headphones. you felt the heat rush up your cheeks in embarrassment as karl and george started laughing.

normally, you would’ve found this funny. normally, you would’ve laughed along and thought of a witty remark to get him back. but today was not one of those days. today, his nasty words were just another add on to your shitty night, and you couldnt bring yourself to go along with the joke.

everytime you said something, quackity would spit out a casual “shut the fuck up” in response. so halfway through the stream you just gave up on speaking, and if someone asked you a question, your minecraft character would nod or shake its head.

“fuck off quackity, i asked. what were you saying y/n?” sapnap interuppted. you smiled for the first time that stream, and you couldnt help the warm feeling of appreciation. “sapnap, i am in love with you.” you joke, crouching your character in front of his.

he let out a small giggle, crouching back. “if anyone here is mean to y/n from now on, im going to kill you — and im talking to you quackity.” he plays along, the vc breaking into all sorts of noises. george lets out a loud wheeze, “woah sapnap no need to get all posessive” “Y/NNAP?” karl shouts. “yep. shes mine.” sapnap replies.

“okay jeez mr boyfriend, ill back off” quackity says in surrender. he knew it was all jokes, but the felt the wave of jealousy flooding through his veins made him question if it wasnt. it was pathetic to feel this way, especially over something he knew damn well was his fault. the remainder of the stream was such a mess. sapnap was giving you flowers and building you a house, and he could only watch with a salty, bitterness in his stomach.

after the stream, ‘Y/NNAP’ was trending on twitter. alex scrolled through the tag with his jaw clenched, making sure to scroll past the ones with hearts. if he’d known his one comment would’ve caused this whole mess, he would take it back in a heartbeat.

let me tell you something if you havent figured it out already. alex was infacutated with you. obsessed, even. the cruel jokes had no hurtful intention, he simply just wanted your attention. it would give him a sense of satisfaction when you would notice him for even a split second, and once he started, he couldnt stop. the shitty words came out left and right, any direction whenever he craved your attention.

you loved alex before you even met him. he was such a loveable person, someone you looked up to. and you did love him when you met him, you did at first, but something went wrong. you didnt know when or how, but something definitely went wrong.

with a snap of a finger, he started to hate you. of course you knew it was all a joke, but it seemed as if he got too carried away. at first he would send you apologetic texts after every stream, something along the lines of “hey, im sorry for being so harsh tonight, i didnt mean any of it.” but one day he just, stopped.

“thank you for the flowers, sap.” your voice rang through the vc. alex’s smile faultered for a split second before coming back up. he saw your character running up to him from a distance, with his heartbeat increasing by every step you took. “hey asshole. not telling me to shut up today?” you giggled, hitting him to say hi. “your boyfriend doesnt allow it now, does he?” he tested the waters. “i guess so.”

oh how he hated your reply. for the first time in his life, he hated that you agreed with him.

the next few days were a blur. this whole ‘y/nnap’ thing was a dagger in the heart. he felt intimidated, like he had to compete for someone that he didnt even have a chance with. surely you hated him by now, right?

quackity’s silence confused you. he didnt join your streams, didnt invite you to his — even if it meant he could roast the shit out of you. and there was one thing you didnt want to admit. you missed him. maybe it was the feeling in your gut that was bashing you for replacing him so easily, or maybe it was the feeling of this unexpected love and affection from someone else. but you did miss him.

it felt as if this rivalry dynamic between you and quackity had just been crushed by a newfound dynamic, one that was far different from this one. you didnt know which you liked better, you didnt know who you liked better.

“whats going on with you and y/n? like are you guys good?” karl asks through the call. alex brings his phone better up to his ear, laying down on his bed. he looked up at the ceiling in a panic. “w-what do you mean?” he answers. “like youre always mean to her on stream like you hate her, and now you just dont talk to her anym-“

“im in love with y/n.” he blurts out. “okay- i know that seems really weird right now but-“

“what?” karl asks.

“what?” an unfamiliar voice. sapnap. sapnap was in the call.

“sapnap? what are you doing here? i thought it was just me and karl in the call-”

“youre in love with y/n?” he interrupts.

“well yeah. are you?” alex asks. he holds his breath in tightly awaiting his reply.

“no, she’s my friend.”

“someone’s in love with me?”

your voice made alex’s heart jump out of his chest. it was en electrifying feeling. the drag of his fingertips against his forehead felt too fake, this whole situation felt too fake. he wanted to wake up from this hell of a nightmare.

“y/n? y-you heard all of that?” he asked.

“no, just the last part. who’s in love with me? i swear if its sapnap joking around im gonna kill him-”

“alex is.” karls said. damn you, karl.

here it is again, the awkward silence. it felt like all oxygen had been sucked out your chest, leaving you behind hopeless. your mind became blank as you thought of something to say, something that wouldnt leave him hanging like this very moment.

“alex?” you ask.

“i am. im in love with you y/n.”

“i guess i can get used to your love.”

epilogue.

sapnap left the call the second he heard what you said. maybe he was all wrong.

maybe the master plan of swooping in to save you at just the perfect moment wasn’t enough, maybe dream was wrong.

“okay- the next time quackity says something you have to butt in and help her.”

“she’s playing along, great! she’ll love you in no time. trust me.”

“keep flirting with her. flirt until she flirts back.”

his words were loud and clear. effective too, but maybe not in the long run.

#dream smp #mcyt x reader #quackity #quackity x reader #quackity angst #quackity imagine #sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap imagine #karl jacobs #sapnap angst

[larnax]

i wasnt expecting the results of that poll to suggest that dudes don't like cracking eggs in general but it kind of makes sense? the dominant narrative in the tumblr transmasc community at this very second is that You Can Never Know and providing any kind of advice is invasive and possible misgendering which is in large part a backlash to transfem spaces where egg cracking is a thing you're supposed to actively do so a bunch of trans dudes saw jokes about forcefem and thought "but if someone forcefemmed me that would suck ass bc im not a woman and dont want to be one" as if "actually im a trans guy" or even "hey, please don't speculate on my gender it makes me uncomfortable" wouldnt immediately cause any transfem person irl who suggested you might be an egg to be like "oh sorry bro my bad" bc shes like a human being capable of processing additional data, so they all made a bunch of posts about how that extremely niche scenario would be really invasive and triggering which then had to be abstracted so it wasnt immediately obvious that theyre just getting really mad at some transfem on reddit talking about putting estrogen in the water supply, and then somehow became a major community talking point.

which i think is the problem, almost every horror story is "someone decided i must be [identity] and then didn't listen when I told them to stop", because if i say i don't wanna cut my hair and some trans girl says "yknow i felt like that too before i realized i was a girl" and then im like "oh i already tried being a girl and it wasnt for me" and thats the end of the conversation it's at worst a little awkward. ofc it's different if it's a cis person telling me it's proof i haven't entirely forsaken my womanhood but this is a classic case of "changing the words in a sentence changes the meaning". the fact that transandrophobia necessitates that cis and trans guys experience gendered treatment by society the same way means that you can't say "well this is fine if a trans person does it from a place of wanting to help and is respectful about it" because a fully actualized gnc trans guy and a feminine cis guy who's never been given encouragement to explore his gender have to be the same kind of person and not two groups of people with different circumstances who will be helped and hurt by different things.

#c.paradisi #there is not a slippery slope from it being acceptable to suggest to ppl that theyre transfem #to it being acceptable to try and forcefully detransition trans dudes. like thats not gonna happen #acting like it will either means your transmisogyny is leading you to act in stunningly bad faith #end of sentence

[pxmegranates]

→ ❛One Way Train❜

→ Pairing ; Warden Ingo x Reader

→ Quote ; ❛❛It was perhaps that moment that caused a shift in Ingo, something telling him to seek further, to seek much more than what meets the eye, and he was determined, even if it was a one way train towards victory.❜❜

→ Genre ; Romance , hurt/comfort if you squint

→ A/N ; Phew, one hefty fic out of the way, i admit i was initially gonna make it Ingo and not Warden Ingo but, it just seemed to fit better to have it done with the latter. Hope ya'll like it!

Reality, to most people, was nothing but a mere curse, something people werent fond of, something people escaped from on the daily, be it through games or through fantasy. It was something everyone, one way or another, wanted to run away from, at least to some extent. 

Some wished to escape for the sake of finding a new world, some wanted to escape for the sake of leaving situations that werent favorable for them, be it physically, mentally, or both, and then there were some who simply chose to escape from reality as is, no exact meaning about it. Be whichever it be, it is the truth for most people, perhaps, including you.

But for Ingo, this couldnt be farther from the truth. For him, the world as he knew, the “reality” that he knew grew to be a cold spectacle for tired eyes. Everyone he knew, everyone he had met and had exchanged words with. It was all nothing but code and strings of binary. At first, it all felt like a sick twisted game, something not meant for him to find out, something that went against everything that he once knew, but he knew that it was true, especially when he put every single little thing into consideration. 

The eyes of the trainer were hollow, empty, cold, a mere vessel for who was truly playing the cards of the reality he laid in—Not to mention, days and nights seemed to pass by rather quickly the more he focused on it, lasting only a few hours, it was intriguing in some sense, but in another, it was creepy. Trying to talk to other members about these findings would bring about one of two things: Either they were completely oblivious to these happenings, or they ignored him, as if he didnt exist.

But they never ignored you.

In fact, it was as if at times, their speech was mostly triggered by your presence alone, you being in the limelight caused them to be able to speak about certain topics, but Ingo knew better than to cause a disturbance on the reality he was set in. Was it a joke from Arceus? Was it a gift? A curse? To be aware of how hollow and empty things were once he realized something wasnt right? something wasnt adding up? He wanted to know so desperately, just as much as he wanted his memories to come back.

But they were just whispers, fleeting and ephemeral in the darkness of his mind.

At one point an idea would pop into his mind, simple enough for it to be a flame of curiosity sparking into his head, he’d try and focus on the moments he had experimented before, before looking ahead from his position to where you’d be. Usually, and another thing he had taken notice of, was the fact that everytime you seemed to “leave”, Akari would stop full on her tracks before disappearing, just like that, in thin air. It was an odd spectacle, sometimes it happened right beside him, other times it happened a few steps away from him, either way, it was… creepy, to say the least.

Thats why, when he saw you come in again, he didnt waste any time on trying to get to talk to you, even if it put at risk his own existence. He already had been at a standstill between doing what he had been doing up until now, and breaking free from those orders, in the end, he had nothing to lose.

“Excuse me” He’d begin, noticing as you turned around to face him, this was his chance. “Do you, know whats happening lately?”

“What… What’s happening…?”

And for the first time in what seemed to have felt days on end, perhaps months wondering what was happening around, he heard a voice, resonating across the plane he stood in like the wind, the sun, and the rain. He looked around for a moment, just to make sure he wasnt the only one who heard it, yet, it seemed like that was the case, the only one to be graced by such a miracle, he felt… eager to hear more.

“Excuse me, I know this might be very sudden” He continued, explaining carefully what was happening before saying. “Please, I just want to know whats happening lately”

“Whats… happening lately…?” Your voice resonated yet again, in clear confusion as you tried to also make sense of the situation “Are-Are you talking to me?”

“Yes, I am speaking to you Akari… Unless that is not your name… How shall I refer to you then?”

That was the beginning of an unlikely conversation, where you tried to make amends with the world in which you were called, and Ingo tried to make amends with the world he was in. Ingo then learned that you were (y/n), a player for a game about Pokemon, and one where you had been the main player all along. Ingo wondered for long moments about it all, then, after all, he really had been living a lie all this time, had he not? A place that only exists in the palm of the hand of another, that only exists and is only alive when said another is playing it, it all felt hollow, but Ingo did his best to stay grounded, lest he wish to falter and screw this one chance up. 

He felt comfortable, though, hearing your voice, hearing you speak about all the things that conformed this world in the palm of your hand. You spoke to him about Pokemon not in Hisui, about pokemon he “used”, about chandeliers and moles, You also spoke to him about yourself, about what you did in your spare time, about what you did when you were bored, and how you managed to get through to this moment. You spoke to him about your history, and in return, he listened through the screen in a darkened room. He didnt know what you looked like, he didnt know what you were truly like, but time would bring afloat strings of love and of cherishment. It was slow, a slow burn candle that took days, weeks and perhaps even months before he started falling for someone he had met through unlikely means.

“Work was so boring… did I tell you about the problems my friends had?” You said once, standing right by Ingo in game as he listened intently, his silver eyes right over the figure of Akari. She didnt answer, she didnt look at him, but he could hear your voice nonetheless, and that was enough for him as is.

“I dont think so” Was his reply, with a warm smile. It was a rare occurrence, but lately he had been smiling more often, casually. “Do you wish to talk about it?”

“Hm…” You stopped in your tracks for a moment, focusing on his smile, his face, everything.

Feelings werent one sided, by no means were they one sided. Truth to be told, you had been pinning on Ingo for a while now, emotions washing over you as you gazed over the man with a close watch, he was… perfect. To you he was perfection, a mirage in the darkness of your room. a mirage in the sadness of your world, you’d sigh before looking away for a few moments.

“Nah, its not that interesting” You’d say, not noticing the head tilt Ingo gave you as you focused on the elements of your room.

It was quaint, simple, just enough for you as you enjoyed life on a small flat in your city, and while it wasnt much, you were proud of yourself for leaving your parents home rather early, rather quickly, spreading your wings and flying off into the horizon. If only things were easier once in flight. 

The only thing illuminating your room was your tv, playing Pokemon Arceus non stop ever since you got to know Ingo was self aware, ever since he asked you what was happening. At first you were skeptical, but you grew to accept it. After all, did it hurt to believe in fairytales just for a moment?

“(y/n)?” He’d call out to you, your head turning quickly to the tv as you held you switch in your hands. “Is everything ok?”

“Y-Yes… Just, thinking”

“Oh?”

“...Just… You’re, real, right? Everything, all of this is, really happening, right?”

Silence covered the world for a long moment, only the sound of passing cars and crickets could be heard, the sound of the wind in game, of the pokemon. Ingo would think for a long moment before nodding, with a reassuring smile.

“Yes, I am really here.”

“... I just-”

“I’ll prove it to you, just you wait”

It was perhaps that moment that caused a shift in Ingo, something telling him to seek further, to seek much more than what meets the eye, and he was determined, even if it was a one way train towards victory. Albeit this time something was different, the sensation that filled him was far too different than what he did when he first talked to you, when he first explored the reality of his situation with you, things were simply different now, because he now had something to lose. Yet, he persisted. In the few moments you turned the switch off he’d spend the time exploring the world he was set in, with a completely different lense than when he wasnt aware of his reality as a person stuck in a videogame. At least that was a way to see it, wasnt it? You made him feel alive, young, everything a person should feel, then why, oh why wouldnt he try to get what he started to ache for?

It started with little things, crossing boundaries in the landscape, exploring past points where, naturally, there’d be nothing for him to see. He’d explore past the limits, and in between those limits would he find the complexities of the world he was in, the coding, the binary that he loathed previously was now at the palm of his hand, and, with ab objective at mind, the characteristic determination of the Subway Boss would kick in his mind, and thus, he’d play god within his own realm. What once was a comfortable routine, a comfortable space, had become claustrophobic, to be locked inside the confines of the place he was in, and he wanted out. He wanted to show you how much, that he was real, lest his morale falter, he didnt want to disappoint you after all.

So he’d work, day and night, anytime you werent home or you werent awake, he’d do his best to bring his dream to fruition with the very few knowledge of the mechanics of the world, but he was a fast learner, and he knew very well how to play the cards of any situation to his favor. It wouldnt be until one fateful night he’d find the answer to it all, exploring the code while you were at work, he’d stumble upon a void he hadnt seen before, like the strange outbreaks that sometimes occurred in the plains, he’d take a step forward, wanting to explore this new continent that could be what he had been waiting all these weeks. 

Carefully and slowly would he step out, one foot, second foot, then the body and the arms, and he’d find himself in a place that was reminiscent of what he had always heard. ‘My room isnt that much’ You had told him once, ‘Just a bed, some shelves with a bit of old merch, a few posters and, uhm… furniture…’. Everything was just like how you told him, perfectly still, perfectly set, everything was just, perfect.

He’d explore around your room for a few moments, his fingers grazing over the bed, the shelves, stopping on the figures of what seemed to be him only that, much younger, and someone else, a man dressed in white with an everlasting smile. His fingers would hoover above your desk, the little trinkets you had in your room, before he’d step outside of that small world into the rest of the apartment.

You’d be dispatched early from work when it happened, though, when you realized you had left your switch on and only you knew how much you’d have to pay for the electricity bills in the upcoming weeks. Usually you allowed your switch to stay off the television when it didnt need to charge, but most of the time you left it charging, just to ensure you wouldnt lose Ingo, just to ensure you wouldnt lose him. Afraid of loss (and your electricity bill, which had been quite hefty these past months), you’d run to your apartment, backpack on your shoulder and keys in your hand once you’ve reached it. Your apartment wouldnt have changed exponentially, if anything, it’d be just the same, only that a certain scent of the wild would come around. Reaching the living room though, you’d drop your backpack and your keys, seeing a scene unfold within your small world.

“Ingo?” You’d ask, watching the man who, once facing his back to you, now turned with a surprised expression before calm washed over him. “Is, Is that you?”

A myriad of emotions would cover your body, you’d be filled with surprise, anxiety, fear, confusion, and an inexplicable sense of longing. One that had followed you for a long, long time now. Ingo on the other side would sigh, as if he had been holding his breath ever since he had gotten there, he’d sigh and focus on the moment currently happening, walking towards you with care, carefully, as if wanting to say.

“Yes, it is me, darling”

You’d break down instantly, then, you knew to recognize the shape of those eyes, the color of them that was unique to him. Falling into the floor he’d hurry to catch you, holding you into your arms with love and care, he’d hold you close and run his fingers through your hair. You were here, he was here, it was a perfect miracle in your eyes, a beautiful moment in his, and even if he couldnt go back, he didnt care, just being here by your side was enough for him.

You cried in his arms, you laughed, you sobbed and you giggled, a heavenly mixture of emotions as they all crashed down on your body as you tried to make sense of it, but he hushed you down with sweet nothings, his calloused hands wiping away your tears. You could feel him, feel his scent, feel all of him, and it was serendipitous. 

“Im here” He’d say, clashing your foreheads together softly. “Im finally here, my love.”

#🌙;Moonlit dreams #self aware pokemon #self aware ingo #ingo x reader #warden ingo x reader #self aware au

[wulvert]

do you have any tips for making a webtoon, cause I have one rn but I'd like to improve :P

im not really a good authority on what helps, i have no idea what im doing- but some things i think help me

letter formatting & speech bubbles, here r some things i dont like, bubble 1 being my hater bubble

so like uhh the first bubbles weirdly perfect compared to eveything else. itll jump out and be strange to look at. and the text is formatted in a way thats a little disjointed to read, keeping the words that need each other to make sense next to each other helps. if that makes sense. it doesnt. i think anything can work in context though. the weird first bubble is probably one id assign to a robot bc it reads strangely & i would think its funy. look up literally any lettering tutorial by anyone else though i have again no idea what im talking about.

I'm annoying and i've had like. multiple of these bubbles. theyre evil but i did them anyway. as a bit. but noone likes reading them. the bit wasnt worth it. but if you want a huge speech bubble noones stopping you but also people will probably not read the bubble. but also if the giant speech bubble calls to you... it will call.

also bold and italics r good for emphasis as well as singling out words for their own bubbles.

establishing shots r rly important, the audience will get confused if you jump around place to place without giving context to where you're jumping to. sometimes you can skip them though! again, its really a case by case basis.

assets are helpful, i dont use them much bc there isnt much i've found i draw enough to actually merit making assets for but I made a asset for trishas spatula and i didnt have to keep drawing her spatula which was nice.

I have nothing helpful to say. believe in urself. watch youtube tutorials.

[pinkandpurple360]

to be fair i don’t think ozzie kept his relationship with fizz on the dl bc he’s an imp (he doesn’t seem concerned that people know they up have sex), but because of the whole lust/love thing. which is stupid, but it’s also vivziepop writing so whatchu gonna do 🙃

ozzie does seem to be one of the “better” upper class members in terms of how he treats other species (imps are allowed in his clubs, he regularly interacts with succubi/imp hybrids, everyone at his workplaces seem pretty happy and unlike stella and andre, he doesn’t seem particularly discriminatory or callous), but he still calls moxxie “little imp” (granted he is literally little and an imp and its a performance) and his imp boyfriend “froggy” which with the fire toad slur kinda raises eyebrows? this could also just be vivziepop Not Thinking but. hmm.

even bee who is shown partying and dating hellhounds, said to be even lower than imps, still runs the abusive adoption pound and signs her name on every adoption paper. she can cover it up with honey and a smile all she wants but she’s 1000% complicit in their oppression. like how does tex feel about that??? it reminds me of corporations who do all this virtue signaling for social justice but give billions to horrible causes. but i don’t think vivziepop understands that because again. rich background. “bee was nice to loona so its ok!!! deeper implications? what’s that?”

speaking of which, every time viv likes a tweet about how striker deserves nothing and is a toxic masculinity homophobe makes my blood boil. i don’t particularly like striker and i lost any interest in him after western energy but he and crim are really evidence that viv thinks “STOP BEING POOR” is a valid argument. also wasnt he flirting with blitzo in his first ep???? so like? huh???

i will say one reason i ship blitzstriker is because they seem to have similar views in regards to class (at least pre oops…) and i can totally see them staking it out on the run together. i can’t see fizz doing that, he flaunts his wealth and even tho he says “it’s nice being out of the spotlight” i cannot see this man surviving without luxury items for over a day loo. even in the circus, he always had the best clothes and was the main breadwinner and while the circus is said to be struggling, he never seems to be. i think that’s another reason i personally never got fizz’s insecurities, because he’s been the ace his whole life???? like as someone who has struggled a lot for ANY recognition or love it just makes him seem spoiled to be like “ozzie no luv me bc im not perfect :(“ i think your manipulator idea would make more sense.

anyway this turned into a ted talk. you dont have to answer everything. im realizing i actually hate what helluva boss is but i love the fanworks and the potential it had. sigh.

Isn’t it so funny how we have to pick which flaws are on purpose and which are just…Viv being a bad writer. Like we have to accommodate her forgetting or not caring enough to put the work in and review it after.

Paragraph 1: I definitely agree 100%, I like the part where the imp and succubi are his patrons, equal, including the butler who stolas abuses. Which feels like a very purposeful decision to contrast him with Stolas specifically. But there’s still the fact that Ozzies is so overpriced and exclusive and yet, rich folk like stolas can just waltz in without any reservation for free, by threatening the bouncer with…something. Violence? Imprisonment? Ruining his life? Honestly I wish we could have seen Jesse tell Stolas to fuck off, before he notifies the big man of what he just tried to do.

Paragraph 2: He is one thousand percent better, and he respected his employees who in turn liked him and weren’t scared of him. However he’s a better monarch, but still a monarchby and at the end of the episode he betrays his employees trust and uses intimidation and the threat of violence to silence them. Also froggy??? Really? Really? And got every time he says it the cringe levels are intense, it feels deeply deeply ooc.

Back to paragraph 1 again: the secrecy…it’s about the inexplicable anti love thing, but I’m just saying I think fizz feels that way. Like in that article I keep referencing they say things like “heart hoarded by an imp?!” Which I suppose is equivalent to anti imp racism in hell. Stereotypes of them being untrustworthy selfish beings. Which is also the fuel for Stolas’ fetish. It just really pissed me off the way Asmodeus said “still getting your kink on with that feisty imp?” And stolas says “this imp has a business he runs” I was wayyyy to charitable to Asmodeus in the past and regret it so so much.

Paragraph 3: Many people point this out about Bee and I really hope her nice persona vanishes fast because it’s just ridiculous given her status and what she’s done. Why are your hellborn the most downtrodden of them all if you’re ohh so nice miss Beelzebub? And how the F could Loona not know who Beelzebub is??? Do her and Blitzø not realise who signed off on the adoption certificate? (Confirmed on Vivs patron that it was in fact Bee) why is Tex working as a bodyguard for verosika who calls him “my new hellhound” and yells at him, he also says he’s not paid enough to care about her issues. Sooo….why is he still in such a shitty position despite being with Bee. You’d think he’d at least be working because he wants to work but he doesn’t even seem

Paragraph 4: LITERALLY!!! Viv is such a privileged rich girl that her villains are poor. While she’s going on a world tour but raging at Twitter people criticising her pet character. She’s literally Stella and a Mammon: “Can you imagine not having money ahahhahh” — Viv describing why striker is so evil

Paragraph 5: another question is why would Blitzø being jealous of Fizz be such a bad thing? He didn’t want to cause the accident. But why would him hating how bad he is at making people laugh,,,make him bad? That’s why I love their arguments because neither is completely wrong or right. His father literally loves him more than his own son and as you said, he gets pampered the most and loved the most. He can’t stand someone not liking him for even five seconds which should be a character flaw, not endearing. But, Fizz doesn’t have a father at all, so he’s not completely wrong. And if his parents did abandon him and nobody would adopt him, that explains why he doesn’t feel good enough to be loved and why he needs audience approval. Viv just forgot to write that FUNDAMENTAL part into the f**king episode.

I love a good fish out of water story and seeing fizz slowly learn to fight beside his friend proving that their differences are compatible was great. By the end, Fizz seemed almost happier and freer by Blitzos side than by Ozzies side, but the goldfish is just put back in the bowl, which sucks.

Your last line made me almost laugh cry tbh because there’s enough lost potential to fill a fountain. The episode had such a strong start then around the breakdown things went south and it stopped being good. The status quo isn’t different at all and fizz just slightly shifted his destructive needs for affirmation onto a different royal.

#helluva boss critical #Fizzarolli critical

[tu-es-gegg]

just like got out of bed to frantically figure this out on paper or in this case a tumblr post

You know at the end of the elq stream, the computer analysing the players and the status bar was only 50% right, the players on the screen were Felps, Etoiles, Foolish, Baghera and ElQ (its not Quackity himself because of the skin, its not his Festa Junina skin even if it has the overalls, note the sleeves and the lack of neck scarf). The most immediate connection is that they all were presidential candidates and a bit more of a connection is that they're all jester-type silly guys. But why these specific guys only, especially when there was another presidential candidate was also particularly a silly guy, like being very well known to be a silly guy (we'll get to him)

(Side note the choice of skins is weird because these all are from early to mid June with Etoiles and Felps' wedding getups but Baghera has on the Festa Junina skin, 'cause they easily couldve used default skins especially skin they already are showing Foolish's default skin in the image though it could just be the skins at that time, foolish as far as I know wasnt wearing his wedding skin until just before the wedding event)

I've been trying for the longest time to figure out what is the codes monsters' deal is now. It's heavily implied from Luzu's computer now destroyed, their appearance changing, to their new tactics, that they're now federation tools. But then the timer dungeon where the code showed up in the freezer and led the players to fix the train. And what of the constant attacks on Etoiles with disguised eggs and literal spawning everywhere? What does it - or rather, what does the Federation hope to achieve by attacking by doing these things? If the answer was to do something like uniting the island together against a common enemy that isn't the Federation (for example making the code monsters be the villains at the election dinner), then it doesn't make sense. People already didn't like the code monster it attacked their kids, if they dangled the clear solution to stop it the players would've done so immediately. But no they took the code monster in to be a tool, but what for if to not hurt the players anymore?

Then of course, comes the disguising a code monster to be Juanaflippa (Codeflippa as we call her). It's unknown at this point what Codeflippa wants from Slime, there isn't much to extrapolate from just that. From the birthday gifts (gillie suit, grappling squck, mines), it's heavily implied he is to be used as a spy, to be surveillance on something or some people. But to do what? What does it hope to gain from spying on people? If it's to figure out how people are gonna try and stop the Federation, they aren't gonna get much since Slime only recently found out that Cellbit's offices existed and he doesn't even understand what is happening at all, he is possibly the most removed from any sort of lore activity, the most the Federation has had a sole unique interaction with Slime himself was Cucurucho telling him his daughter died again as far as I know (mostly because in meta, ccslimecicle is not consistent at logging on, he only ever appears when there is a server-wide event like the elections and the wedding)

Then I kept thinking about the last encounter elq had with Slime, saying he would introduce Slime to some powerful people to which Slime agreed. I feel that was him unknowingly saying "yes" to being a Federation spy. And this question was after elq said there was more to Gegg, that it can't just be the end of Gegg. And now we know elq has at least access to eggs (for testing purpose or for his own amusement either way) So to me it seemed like it was elq's idea to make Codeflippa and have her bait Slime into doing something.

And if that's the case, then it means whatever information Slime has to get, its related to that computer thing in the AB room, with whatever the computer is analysing with on the islanders.

Is it for the frozen people in that noise dungeon? Is it for making copies of the islanders as spies? Litterally what is the code cooking up? I don't know, i guess we have to wait until its 100% done

#qsmp #qsmp theory #txt post #ramble #i need to get this out of my head RIGHT MEOW

[pathologicy]

Hi!!!!! I noticed your host!Amelia doodles and i thought it was SO cool and just wanted to know if you had any more info abt it?????? sorry to bothhher

Hi ♡ thank you for finding interest in it. I dont mind asks at all so dont even worry about that either... onto the actual question. Ill be real, most of my ideas for that au arent planned because the idea of it wasnt planned either. ...it came out of me playing tomadachi life. . . I can just recount everything so it makes more sense maybe

Scenty doesn't make them do challenges she keeps them on the plane to live life like theyre bugs and basically finds joy in being able to watch them and maintain control while also craving more interaction from other people. this ultimately means that no one gets eliminated and no one is in any real danger. however, Charlotte is literally dying from the mold and ends up . yknow, dying. Freaking Scenty out because one she didn't expect it and two since she had never killed anyone during their stay in the plane she never learns the respawn command making it even more of a disaster to her mental state lol

Ok so this is where things get fuzzy im not to sure how charlotte does it BUT SHES ABLE TO NAVIGATE THE RADIO (maybe another stone is there in the waiting room idk let me have this) and ultimately is able to arrive back at earth. Parker runs into her they have a whole back and forth, Charlotte is avoiding him with her mixed feelings while Parker wants them to have some sort of communication because hes equally as worried for her as he is frustrated. Im pretty sure i planned for them to investigate the whole plane and maybe even more about Scenty (without knowing its the unknown 'deity' who trapped her and the others.) Charlotte concluded she has to stop Scenty by going back which . means she has to kill herself. Which Parker is immediately against and they have their second big fight but it ends with Charlotte dying anyway.

anyway SOMEHOW Charlotte is able to go to Scentys world and wow she finds out shes a normal person who just decided to fuck around and find out i guess. Scenty is immediately overwhelmed with joy because wow Charlottes here and shes alive! And shes. not a murderer, hah. But Charlotte is pissed so they definitely have a very funny bonding moment where Charlotte has to suppress the urge to kill this naive and too overbearing candle. While trying to figure out how to stop what she's doing with everyone else.

..and yeah, the ending is basically undecided because i had planned for either one of them to die.. OR BOTH who knows really but i still dunno either way so there's that. I hope you enjoyed my long spiel cause this might be what you get for a while lol and if none of this makes sense, then sorry, but i literally can not construct anything comprehensible in my current state LOL

#hostmelia aka freaky amelia #freakmelia.. lol #thats about it really #singyasks #i didnt plan to do much with this au since it was basically made out of a shitpost #but have fun haha

[pav-ia]

I love angst 😊 So if you're comfortable writing this, can I request Pavia with a male S/O with internalised Homophobia?

this one is rushed cuz i wrote it as soon as i woke up

,, stiff ! ”

CW :: ! ! !

angst no comfort, probably no part 2, internalized homophobia(reader), no pronouns except “you”

this guy was gonna be the death of you.

when you first met him, it was his rude and blunt attitude that had made you laugh for the first time around him. he was very attractive, in a normal way — in a way you wish you were. he was attractive, had a grotesque but funny sense of humor, his fascination with wolves was sweet and his smile was stunning.

slowly, after a few weeks of knowing him, the praise he’d throw at you followed by a snarky remark was no longer lighthearted, instead it was frustrating. the way he’d taunt you, leaning in close to your face caused indescribable discomfort and the way his touches seemed to imprint onto your skin, always lingering was distracting.

the way your heart would stutter when he flashes that grin your way, your veins set aflame when he even brushed against you, when you could feel your face heat up when he said anything remotely nice, it was starting to feel suffocating.

you’d spend extra time in the shower scrubbing at those places that he’d touched, in hopes that you would stop feeling so sick from the aching feeling of.. warmth. your skin was warm and hot and it was wrong.

your feelings were wrong.

same sex couples were not a new concept in italy — theyve been recognized for quite some time and you personally had nothing against it, but that just wasnt what you were. you were straight, your parents raised you to be “normal”, you were the definition of ordinary. you didnt have anything against it, you supported those who were proud of their identity and respected them — you arent interested in men however.

you stopped showing up to meet him so often. you would come up with excuses and show up less and less frequently to your usual routine. you hung out in clubs, chatting up with ladies but you felt so empty.

you felt like shit honestly.

there was something wrong with you. what kind of guy wants to kiss his friend? that would ruin everything between you two. that would make things awkward, that would make him hate you.

the phone was ringing yet you didnt have the energy to go pick it up. the telephone rang, too loud to block out, interrupting your attempts at changing the subject in your head to something other than pavia.

it rang for too long.

a whole hour later, it was still ringing. if he wanted to reach you this badly, you decided to give him a chance at least..

…

“hey.”

your voice was stiff and hoarse. you didn’t bother putting in an effort to sound energetic or lively — there was no point.

“you sound horrible mio amico! do you need somebody to come over and take care of you?” his voice was teasing, but you werent in the mood.

“im fine, pavia.” you sigh.

“i know you arent. ill be over in thirty or so-“

“seriously, im fine, pavia.” he was quiet for a few moments at your sudden hostile tone, before he whistled through the telephone.

“i know you arent, [name]. you dont need to repay me, i just want to make sure youre doing alright.” his tone was still lighthearted. he was still joking at a time like this.

“dont bother. dont come. i dont want to see you.” you spat before you slammed the phone back into its holder.

in hindsight, he didnt really deserve the rough treatment. he cared for you as any friend should, yet you still let him be the vent for your frustrations.

he didnt come over like you told him to.

#%write #pavia x reader #pavia reverse 1999 #pavia reverse 1999 x reader #pavia x you #pavia angst #reverse1999 x reader