#its only there a little bit but just to be safe

[woso-dreamzzz]

Allergies II

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Natalia Guijarro (OC) x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adeventures Universe

Summary: You have another allergic reaction

In all honesty, you didn't really think it was that serious.

Nutrition meetings at Barcelona were a lot more in depth than what you were used to at Arsenal. They took ages and were full of information that would probably be interesting if you actually cared but, alas, nutrition had never been as interesting to you as other subjects so you tended to just zone out.

You were handed a new smoothie with some kind of new protein powder in or something you would have known if you actually listened.

You drank it.

That's when things start to get weird.

The nutritionist continues to drone on and you frown, scratching at your neck.

You stare down at your bottle for a moment as your throat goes all scratchy and intense.

You force yourself to swallow before glancing around.

Your throat gets a bit tighter.

No one else seems to be having such a reaction so you unscrew the top of your bottle to peer inside. You sniff the mixture before standing up.

You can feel people watch as you make your way over to the first aid kit at the front of the room. Your throat has fully closed up now and you know that you're turning alarmingly red and probably breaking out in hives.

Honestly, you feel a little bit shocked how you're even conscious right now but you grab your epipen and stab it into your leg.

"Banana," You say plainly," I can't eat that."

Even with the adrenaline now pumping through your system, you slide your way down the wall to sit on the floor, breathing in deeply.

The room erupts into chaos the moment you sit down.

The medical staff come in to check your blood pressure and your throat and the expiration date of your epipen. The nutritionist leading the session is going absolutely ballistic yelling at one of her assistants for not checking the allergy sheets before making and handing out the smoothies.

Talia looks close to tears as she forces her way towards you, practically shoving some of the medics away. "Are you okay? Is it bad? Do I need to call your mums?"

"No! Don't call my-"

Talia's already gone out into the hall, phone pressed up against her ear.

You wonder which one of your mothers she has in her contacts.

Surely not Morsa because she's still in that stage where she's pretending to hate your girlfriend but you can't remember your Momma and Talia interacting enough to have swapped numbers and you know for certain that you weren't one to hand out people's numbers without explicit permission.

As the medics fuss and the nutritionist yells, the team also gather around to check that you're alright but you just give them a gallant shrug.

"I'm fine," You say," The epipen did its work."

"I think I'd prefer if you take the day off," The head of the medical team says," Just to be safe. You can come back tomorrow."

You know better than to argue with him so you just nod with a little sigh of annoyance.

"I can take her home," Talia says as she re-enters the room," I've got her."

"I can take a taxi home," You insist.

You and Talia drive in together so only one car is used. If you go home in that car now then she'll have to get a taxi in the middle of rush hour.

"I'll take you home," Talia says," Coach can spare me at training today. Someone's got to make sure you actually follow medical advice."

You roll your eyes. "I swear you've been hanging out with my Momma behind my back." You take the hand she offers to help you stand. "You sound just like her."

You end up back home fairly quickly, curled up on the sofa and practically forced to take a nap.

Prins joins you, curled up in the bend of your knee. Reina settles on the top of the sofa behind your head, completely stretched out and at ease with herself while Kung manages to wiggle himself between your arms to nap there.

You don't know how long you nap for but it must be a while because the sun is setting when you wake up and you can smell Talia cooking up your favourite pasta dish in the world.

You sit up.

You've definitely been sleeping for a while because Reina has migrated to her cat tree, poking her head out of the cave to watch Kung bounce around the floor in outrage at not being allowed up there with her.

Prins has taken Kung's place between your arms and his tongue rolls out of his mouth in a semblance of a dopey smile when he notices you awake, his tail beginning to wag happily.

"Hi, little man," You say, gently scratching between his ears," Did you keep me company?"

Prins' tail wags even more fiercely than before.

"Didn't want to leave your side."

You jolt, shrieking and Prins whines a little.

"Morsa! What are you doing here?!"

"Talia called your Momma," Morsa says, tucking the blanket more firmly around your body," Your allergies acted up."

"I dealt with it," You insist," You didn't have to fly out."

"Yes, we did," Morsa replies," Because if we waited for you to tell us, it would take weeks!"

You puff out your cheeks. "I wouldn't want to worry you over something so silly."

"Are you calling your allergies silly again?" Momma says. She enters with two plates worth of food and you sit up.

Prins leaps down to wander over to his own dog bed. Seeing him lying there, Kung wanders over, jumping up onto Prins' back to finish napping there as Reina ducks her head back into her cave.

"No, Momma," You mumble, accepting your food as Morsa takes a seat on the armchair and Momma to the left of you, leaving an empty space for Talia, who also brings out food for herself and Morsa before taking her own seat.

"Are you feeling better, mi vida?" She asks," You look better."

You nod. "I feel fine. My leg aches a little but that's expected."

"We'll put an icepack on it once we've finished eating. Prins was very worried about you."

Prins raises his head at the mention of his name, tail wagging.

"He's good boy."

Morsa grins from across the room. "I knew getting you a dog was a good idea."

Momma scoffs. "You told me that we should have gotten her a fish."

Morsa coughs to clear her throat and mumbles," Don't lie, Pernille."

"You wanted to get me a fish?" You laugh in disbelief," And you say Rocky is the most disappointing pet in the world."

"Are you really saying your pet rock is more exciting than a fish?"

"Am I?" You pretend to think for a moment. "Yes. Yes, I am."

#woso x reader #hardersson x reader #pernille harder x reader #pernille harder #magdalena eriksson x reader #magdalena eriksson #woso community #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso #the big adventures universe

[mammomlette]

OBEY ME YOUNGER BROTHERS AS SOULMATE TROPES!

Includes: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, GN!Reader/MC

Warnings: Spoilers for lesson 16 in Belphies (not explicitly said but obvious foreshadowing for a twist), implied manipulation (Belphies) (not sure if that needs a warning but better safe than sorry)

Notes: I’m still quite new to fanfics and Tumblr, and honestly just writing in my free time in general so constructive criticism is defo encouraged!! Also I won’t lie to you, Satan did seem a tad ooc erm…

SATAN: writing/drawings on hands appear on eachother

* As soon as you turned 18, you noticed small phrases and notes appearing on your right hand

* It started off with small things like “page 562” or “British shorthair.” Just things to keep as a reminder or to be able to search it up later

* However, as time went by, the notes became a bit more… concerning

* Concerning book quotes from old literature, sometimes in other languages, and nefarious plans to prank someone called ‘Lucifer’

* Your soulmate plans to prank the devil himself. Haha. What a great idea.

* You brushed it off for a while, appreciating the occasional cat fact or chapter reminder and just ignoring the angry words about Lucifer.

* Eventually, you began to build up the courage to respond. Small things relating to things your soulmate wrote, like cat doodles (good or bad as your art skill may be) or going over the writing of the reminder when you notice it started to fade

* Not knowing if it was your place to write down your own notes or just not quite having that amount of bravery, you still did those little things to let your soulmate know that hey, you’re there and you’re always reading what they have to say.

* Satan thought he was hallucinating.

* Thousands of years spent just jotting things down to remind himself of things at a later date, frequently on his hand, and suddenly things started to change?

* He had wrote “British shorthair” on his palm in hopes of being able to look it up later, and a few minutes later he looks down to his palm to search it up and sees a… cat?? It’s really not clear. It’s round, with two points on the top of its head… yeah thats a cat.

* He’s become so obsessed he’s hallucinating badly drawn cats, which is probably a cause for concern, so naturally he confides in his brothers about this and is comforted that no he’s not hallucinating, however cats are just randomly appearing on his hand.

* They continue to appear, circles with two triangles, some looking better than others and some with more odd features likes birthday hats or weird outfits

* He finally decided to read up on what could be happening and was quickly met with the term ‘soulmates’

* He had heard of this a long time ago from one of his brothers while he was still young (for a demon) and brushed it off as a fairy tale. Why had his soulmate only started communicating with his just now?

* He moved on eventually and time passed, a new human being introduced to his home and his family.

* It took an embarrassingly long time to realise that his human was also his soulmate, it wasn’t until you were both just chilling in his room and you were doodling something next to some words on your arm that he noticed a cat appearing on his own arm.

* “Look! The cat thing is happening!” He shouted, a lot more emotion out into it that he would’ve liked due to the sheer shock

* You stopped what you were doing and look at his arm, the cat drawing having ceased its being drawn while you stared at the cat, face turning into shock and then seriousness. Because that is the cat that you just drew.

* “Satan.” You said, just staring into his eyes without any expression

* “Yes, MC?” He responded, worried at your monotony. His mouth then gaped open and you showed him your arm, cat half doodled next to the words “page 236, sticky notes needed”

* You both just made dead eye contact for a second before your eyes both began to flick back and forth and your lips slowly started to quiver

* Both of your sweet laughters filled the room, how ironic that such a common book trope would be what flew under Satan’s nose for so long.

ASMODEUS: soulmate telepathy

* Ever since you turned 18, you had been hearing a voice in your head.

* Not necessarily in a concerning way! In the way it happens when you and your soulmate have both turned 18 and can finally communicate.

* At first, you thought that you were hearing things. Things like “Ooo, this would be a great touch to my outfit! ♡” and “Can’t believe my bath wasn’t 3 hours long today…” flooding your mind. Since when were you SO picky about your clothes and hygiene, even when not in the process of dressing or washing? And since when were your baths 3 hours?

* Quickly though, you realised that this voice wasn’t your own. It was a melodic sounding voice that felt like honey and most definitely did not belong to you.

* You had heard from your family growing up and your friends recently that once you had become an adult you would be able to communicate with your soulmate through your thoughts, proof of the bond your souls shared, thoughts intertwining together.

* You found that whenever you were deep in thought and rambling to yourself you’d be met with a “hon, slow down” in your mind or that whenever you were trying to figure out an outfit your soulmate would chime in to offer their expert advice without hesitation

* No hesitation at all, because Asmo had waited his entire life for this.

* Thousands of years of life believing that he had no soulmate, destined to forever be a player

* So long spent reading and gushing over cute romance stories where soulmate meet and finding comfort in romcoms about that very topic, and here he was finally with his own soulmate in his mind

* The way you would thank him for his advice before his mind went quiet from your thoughts again until you later told him how well everything went and the way you would ramble internally to him without even realising you were connected to his mind made his heart flutter, even without your face your voice and soul were beautiful

* One day he had been summoned alongside his brothers to the student council room to welcome the new human exchange student. It was a hassle that could be spent doing something more productive like his skincare or extra time in the bath, but he was still just so excited he had to tell you how excited he was to meet the new human!

* “New human?” You thought, but had no response from your soulmate before you appeared inside of a council room in front of 5 attractive strange men.

* You panicked and were kind of in autopilot mode as a tall man in all red introduced you to your situation and a slightly-less-tall man in black started to introduce you to his brothers

* You still had small responses in your shock, and a certain demon recognised your voice.

* You were immediately snapped out of autopilot when you heard the voice of the second brother you were introduced to, an admitted handsome man with slightly-pink-tinted light brown hair and stunning orangeish eyes said “Oh come now. Really? You should be that you get to introduce such a sweet and charming little brother like me!” And you froze.

* You looked like a deer in headlights to lucifer who was trying to introduce you to a blonde demon, but to Asmo, you looked like the most beautiful creature to ever walk the three realms (asides from himself, naturally) and the only person worthy of him.

* Asmo saw beauty in everyone, but everyone else paled in comparison to your face in this moment and your voice every other previous time he had heard it.

* He looked at you with knowing eyes and your eyes finally softened from your shocked face, finally understanding what he meant earlier by “new human”

* It would take time for you to get used to being in a new world with a demon as your soulmate, it would take time for him to get used to loving someone more intimately than as lust, but you both had eachother and the bond that ties your minds together and that’s all you needed.

BEELZEBUB: you share (some of) your soulmate’s pain

* It was growing unbearable.

* The slight yet constant ache in your stomach, a pit that was never quite full.

* For years you mistook it for your own hunger, not sure if you should be eating more or not

* It was always there, always something that disctracted you whenever you were left alone in silence or trying to sleep at night, always waiting for you to finish a meal just to make you feel that familiar ache again.

* It was just insufferable.

* It wasn’t just the hunger, though. There would be times where your muscles would ache like you had been working out without a proper cool down or your arms felt like they had bruised from defending or blocking against something

* You inquired with your friends about this and were just told that it would be your soulmate. You shared pain with your soulmate, and your soulmate always seemed in pain

* It wasn’t a pain that came from attacks or falling, just a pit that always felt so empty it hurt but could never be filled.

* Was your soulmate starving to death? You wished there was a way to help them, to soothe the pain, but without knowing who they are there was no way to fix it.

* As of present, you had been sent into the devildom a few weeks ago and had began to slowly feel adjusted to the devildom and your roommates and you had grown fond of one in particular: Beelzebub, the avatar of gluttony.

* You sympathised with him and his constant hunger since you yourself always felt a small bit of this hunger, even if you’d learnt by now that it wasn’t yours to fix

* So naturally, you hung a round him more

* You spent time with him whenever you could just because you wanted to, accompanying him to the gym or treating him to Hell’s Kitchen or even just sitting with him when he was lonely and missing his brother who had gone to the human world

* And it felt like every time you gave him the food you were craving so much, that pit in your stomach was filled just a bit

* Always there, never going away, but it felt just that bit more bearable and ignorable for a short while

* Who knew you were such an empath?

* Of course it crossed your mind of that Beel could be your soulmate, but what are the chances? You dismissed the thought whenever it appeared, not wanting to get your hopes up

* However, your hopes were validated one night in the kitchen with Beel.

* You were preparing him a small snack, just cutting up some devildom-style bread for him when you accidentally put your finger down at the wrong time in the wrong place and cut it

* You hissed at the pain, putting down the knife to look at your finger and you thought you heard Beel grunt.

* “MC, are you okay?” He inquired, approaching you to look at your finger while slightly cradling his own for some reason

* “Uh, yeah, I just need a plaster or something, would you mind..?” “Yeah, of course.” He continued to clutch his finger while reaching for the cabinet, letting go for a second to open it and grab you a plaster

* “Are you okay? You’re holding your finger too.” You were slightly worried by his mannerisms even though you didn’t see a cut on his fingers.

* “Yeah, my finger just hurt all of a sudden. It’s fine though. Here, I’ll put the plaster on for you.”

* You fell into comfortable silence as he opened the plaster and began pressing in down, but he pressed down a bit too hard which hurt you, causing both of you to hiss.

* “Seriously Beel, are you okay?” He nodded. “Yeah, it’s just like whenever you get hurt my finger hurts too.”

* Lightbulb. You realised finally that those slight considerations were valid and the connection you felt with Beel was real. The hunger you felt wasn’t yours and the reason it was numbed when you gave him food is because it was his.

* He seemed to have realised this too, because he paused and looked at you, slowly smiling.

* “MC, I just realised something. I think that-“ you cut him off with a kiss, smiling now too.

BELPHEGOR: you have a countdown until your soulmate’s death

* Surely there was an error in the system.

* Call you crazy but you didn’t quite think that 378,691,205,018 seconds is applicable to the human life span.

* You had come to the conclusion that your soulmate was either non-existent and the universe was fucking with you or they were some kind of non human entity and obviously both of these answers were stupid but at least the former was possible.

* You’d grown accepting overtime that you didn’t have a soulmate unlike how most of your friends did and that you’d never have that sort of unconditional love

* Not having a soulmate wasn’t unheard of, just uncommon.

* And you got the short end of the stick. That’s all there was to it.

* UNTIL you got randomly abducted one day into literal hell where pretty much all beings there loved for thousands of years.

* ‘Maybe I have a chance now?’ You crossed the thought out from your mind. First of all, these were demons and most of them had made attempts on your life at some point or another, and secondly almost all of them either a) didn’t have a timer, which meant no soulmate, b) had an insanely high timer that you’d never be able to reach or c) had already found their soulmate

* You sighed to yourself and began to lose hope again, walking up the stairs to the attic

* A short while ago, you had found a human locked in the attic, who had asked you to help him. You clicked, something in that moment just felt like it had been put in place like the final puzzle piece so you trusted him without really knowing why

* But you had even more recently found out from his brother that he was bulshitting you and that he was probably the demon Belphegor, so now you just wanted to figure out what was going on

* You continued to march up the stairs and finally arrived at the attic to confront him or at least question him

* “Are you Belphegor?” You cut to the chase not wanting to bother with any more of his lies.

* He was silent for a second before grinning, devilish look that you’d expect from the decent ruler or the underworld gleaming in his eyes as he said “Aww, so you’ve already figured me out, have you? Well, you’re no fun at all.”

* You glared, and tried to decide whether declaring he was a liar or asking why he was a liar would be a better idea

* But he spoke up again before you could decide.

* “That timer on your neck, what does it say?”

* You paused, not knowing the exact number. “Um, like, there’s hundred billion seconds-ish? Why?”

* “Because I’m a demon. I’m going to live long enough to fulfil that. Look at my timer, here. It has 13,140,014 seconds. No demon would live that short.”

* “And is thirteen million a lot of time?”

* “About a human lifespan, bit under.”

* You hummed. It made sense to you looking at it at the moment, though you could’ve sworn it was a little bit under your guess, you trusted him.

* Why? He lied to you about being a human, so why do you trust him?

* Because he’s your soulmate. There’s no doubt in your mind. The click, the need to trust him, even seeing him in your dreams. It was right.

* So you believed him, and didn’t give the thirteen million seconds much question. You were going to save him, save your soulmate.

* Because thirteen million seems like a long time, and I guess it was long enough for you to save him. Just not enough to do much more.

#obey me #obey me solmare #obey me! #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me asmo x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me Belphie x reader #but not really cause this is prior to him changing their views since it’s one of their first meetings #x reader #soulmates #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x you #have I put too many tags #embarrassing #gn reader

[that-bwitch]

yellow hearts

summary: the times you put yellow hearts around his name, and the times he put them around yours.

pairing: sirius black x reader

warning: sappy fluff

wc: 1.6k

a/n: yellow hearts by ant saunders. a cute little thing I made upon hearing this song after many many years. finally able to write something short!

“Girl, what is this?!”

You whine, slamming your diary shut. Your cheeks suddenly feel hot and you try your hardest to avoid Lily’s prying gaze. She tries to look over your shoulder again, letting out a disappointed groan at the sight of a shiny cover.

“Just… Zip it,” you sigh, still flustered and really embarrassed. “You didn’t see anything!”

“No, no, I definitely just saw it!” Lily shouts and you have to hush her, noticing a few people at the table giving you weird glances. “Was it “Sirius” with hearts around?” she asks, her voice a bit calmer but still conveying the same emotions.

“No…”

You stutter, giving yourself completely and irrevocably away. Your eyes make an automatic roll and you scoot over to make space for your friend. Lily plops down next to you, her eager hands already reaching for your little navy-blue diary. Before you have time to hide it, she snatches the book from you and starts flicking through the pages, ignoring whatever is written on them. Finally, she finds the right page and bends the spine of the diary to have a better look.

Here it is, in all its glory. A “Sirius” with shiny yellow hearts drawn all around.

“Eww!!!”

Lily wrinkles her whole face, looking at you and then at your scribbles again.

“Don’t tell me it’s that prat Black from our year! Is it?!”

You sigh, taking the diary from her and putting it safely in your bag.

“Who else has the name, Lily? Think.”

You stare down at your breakfast, hoping that as long as you don’t look at your friend, she will miraculously forget about your existence.

“But he hangs out with Potter and they’re a bunch of tossers!” Lily’s voice is loud again, earning you a few more concerned looks.

You sigh again, biting on a slice of bacon.

“Maybe,” you mumble with your mouth full.

Lily rolls her eyes. Her plate remains untouched as she turns to you, fully intending to push for more information.

“And since when?” she demands, raising her eyebrow. You start to feel like a criminal being questioned in court.

“Last year,” you answer reluctantly, knowing that she won’t let you be if you don’t pour your whole heart out right here and now.

Lily scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief.

“This is so messed up! What’re you gonna do?”

You don’t reply. You don’t know yet. You don’t plan to ever know. But you don’t stop your sappy scribbles – you just make sure Lily never sees them again.

The second time someone sees the yellow hearts is much, much worse.

It’s your fifth year. You lost the diary a couple of days ago and you go absolutely mental trying to remember all the places you could have left it at. Your heartbeat briefly stops every time you think of a possibility of someone finding it, reading it and knowing it all.

“Oi, come on! It’s not like fancying Black is just a you thing!”

Lily tries to calm you down as best as she can. She has been lightly teasing you about your crush on Sirius for the previous two years, but she sees your worry and, being a good friend she is, hugs you and helps you on a secret mission to search every single classroom for any signs of the diary. Unfortunately, no luck.

“Lily, shut up! I have a wand and I’m not afraid to use it.”

You nibble on your nails for the hundredth time today – a nasty habit you have developed ever since losing the only way to let out your growing feelings towards a certain someone.

“What? The whole school is mad about him and his pack of tossers! No one’d blink an eye.”

“But what if he finds it?!”

“He finds what?”

You freeze at the sound of a voice, and not just a voice, his voice. A young fellow appears from behind the bench you’re sitting on, followed by three other guys, all snickering and whispering something to each other.

“Hello there, ladies,” Sirius murmurs, making a funny little bow.

“Black, shut it!” Lily immediately retorts, noticing your hopeless gaze. “Keep walking, and you might just live.”

“Well, I would, but I may have something you’re looking for.”

No. No, no, no, no.

A small navy-blue book appears in his hand and you suddenly feel like the bottom of the lake wouldn’t be such a horrible spot to be in. Lily’s eyes are wide and you think that if she had an ability to cast spells with just her eyes, she would use it right at this moment.

“Where the hell-” she starts, but you cut her off, not willing to prolong the already tense and miserable moment.

“Sirius, please, give it back.”

Your voice trembles treacherously and you mentally curse yourself for such a poor attempt at hiding your emotions. A thought of trading your face for a brick wall doesn’t seem that unappealing.

To your surprise, Sirius hands you the book without any of his usual shenanigans that you would normally expect. Your fingers brush his as you snatch the diary from him and you hold in a gasp; you would not mind becoming a delicious meal for the mermaids to munch on.

Sirius turns on his heels to leave, but then stops abruptly, as if he forgot something. A moment later, he’s at your ear, his breath warming up your already flaming hot cheek.

“I like yellow,” he whispers as his lips graze against your stray baby hairs; they suddenly feel like а bouquet of exposed nerves.

He leaves, shameless about the fact that his actions made your heart perform acrobatics within the bounds of your ribcage.

“What did he say?!” Lily repeats over and over, but you can barely hear her voice. You flip through the pages erratically and the right one catches your eye at last. A glaring “Sirius” with yellow hearts around it. You notice another name at the bottom of the page. A name of your own, staring right at you. And around it, the same yellow hearts.

The third time someone sees the yellow hearts you aren’t anxious anymore.

It’s your seventh year. Exams are approaching, but seeing as your boyfriend is Sirius Black, it’s hard to get any actual studying done. You have been dating for quite a while now, but it still feels… new.

You’re in Transfiguration together. He sits several rows behind you – a rule McGonagall made just a week prior, “For your own good”, as she said, because together you weren’t making much progress. But he still finds ways to remind you of his presence – he makes paper birds, charming them to fly right to you. Sometimes they’re just pretty birds, sometimes they’re notes with some silly poem he wrote for you, just to make you laugh and earn a warning from Minerva – for both of you, because the source of your distraction is really obvious.

Another bird lands on the desk in front of you. You quickly glance at McGonagall and, much to your contentment, notice that she’s preoccupied with her textbook.

“Hey,” you hear a whisper from behind. Of course, you recognize Sirius. He grins at you and gestures to unfold the origami. Even before you can do it, you see a sheer golden glow emanating from within. Your smile grows wider as you open the poor bird and see the letters scribbled down on a piece of parchment.

Your name. And yellow hearts around it.

McGonagall clears her throat somewhere above you. Her menacing glare tries to burn a hole in your head, but you don’t really care. You give her a sorry nonetheless.

“Shall I teach special classes, so that you attend in the morning and Mr. Black – in the evening?” the professor demands, but you see glimmers of amusement in her eyes. She briefly glances at the note she took from you and gives you and Sirius one of her raised-eyebrow looks, but you see the corners of her mouth lift up ever so slightly. You hear Sirius chuckle, close your eyes and smile. You don’t need anyone else.

The fourth time yellow hearts frame not one name, but two.

You and Sirius have just returned from your honeymoon. You have a whole stack of polaroids from your trip and you want to pick just one to put on the fridge in your shared home. The job proves to be rather difficult. You almost have a fight, which is so stupid and insignificant, but so you.

“Babe, this one is obviously superior! You see how stunning I am in this jacket?!”

“Yeah, and I’m blinking like an idiot because the sun is right up in my face. Sirius, babe, not everything has to be about you.”

You finally choose the one. It’s the last polaroid in your stack and you just can’t take your eyes off of it. In the picture, you’re waving at the camera and laughing, with an ice cream cone in your hand. Sirius pulls you in for a kiss and when he leans away, his nose is adorned with a spot of white ice cream.

You can’t help giggling, show the polaroid to Sirius and he does the same.

“This is it,” you say simultaneously and cackle at your apparently developed skill in Legilimency.

“Just a moment.”

Sirius stops you from taking the picture, takes out a sharpie and writes something on a white area at the bottom of it. He takes out his wand, silently waves it in front of the picture and only then goes up to the fridge and puts it up with many others. He steps back to have a better look at his creation.

You’re flustered, but a joyful smile doesn’t leave your lips. Sirius understands and places a gentle kiss on your temple. You look at the words written on the polaroid once more.

A “Sirius” and then your name below it. Around it, shiny yellow hearts shimmering in the sun and casting an array of rainbow specks all over the kitchen.

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#sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #the marauders #the marauders era #the marauders imagine #the marauders fanfiction

[quitealotofsodapop]

I imagine Wukong will eventually grant them mercy and let the two flee with their tails between their legs to brood over their actions. Sandy will later find Wukong hunched over the railing in misery. When offered tea and an ear to vent towards. Over tea, Wukong can't help opening up a bit about, well, everything.

"So finding out he's been fighting demons, how did that make you feel?"

"I'm pissed! Don't get me wrong. I'm proud of him, but he's so much like me when I was his age. I jumped into masses without a second thought, not learning until the consequences of my actions literally pinned me to a mountain for most of my transitional stage between teen and young adult and a cursed crown was affixed to my head. I just... I don't want him to have to learn the hard way like I did. If he'd bothered to tell me, I could have helped!"

"So your anger stems from a place of fear for the little guy and wanting to keep him safe. You worry for him."

"Can you blame me? I'm his mother. I carried him all throughout the pilgrimage to the West and back, and despite all my immortality, I nearly perished bringing him into the world. He's my precious little star who kept me going even at my lowest. He always was even when he was just 'the Egg.'"

"That sounds... difficult."

"What of his father? Surely Macaque assisted you."

"Oh, don't get me started on that deadbeat! That bastard went and abandoned me... again!"

"This has happened before?"

Prev.

Ooooo spicy dialogue. This is likely where the gang learn that Macaque and Wukong had a messy break-up under the mountain, and that Macaque had unknowingly left Wukong with Egg. It was only through good luck (+the winds whispering the future into his six ears) that Macaque found out when he did and made an effort to get back together with his mate mid-Journey.

Wukong makes a wistful sigh. Did his mate... regret that reunion?

Macaque, a few metres away: "HELL NO I DON'T!"

Wukong: "STOP LISTENING IN! I WAS VENTING IN HYPOTHETICALS!"

Macaque: (*grumbles as the cubs cover his ears*)

I love how you describe Wukong's immense love for his "little star" and how its so difficult for him to just Be Cool with MK running off into danger like he once did. <3

Macaque has his own demons on tthe matter. Ones that he's gonna have to face in weeks to come.

#post jttw stone egged au #jttw stone egged au #sun wukong #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #shadowpeach #lmk aus #pregnancy mention tw #lmk #lego monkie kid

[puppiesandnightlock]

LINK: And the rest of the world falls away

summary: monotone to color soulmate au

Damian’s mother was tall and beautiful, to his three year old frame. Even in the monotone view he lived in, he could see that the clothing she wore would correspond with one another, and at times, she’d come back to observe his training and have dark spots on it. 

The shade of gray would become a constant in his young life, watching it be spilled from another person, scrubbing it off his blade until it returned to its natural state.

But for now, he stared up at her and strung together the words in his vocabulary, pronunciation perfect from hours spent with tutors.

“Umi, what is color?” He asked, in squeaky Arabic. 

Talia paused in brushing her hair, putting down the brush and lifting her son onto her lap, looking at them both in the mirror. 

”Color is a divine thing, my heart. It breathes life into the world as we know it.” she’d explained, moving the hair from his face. ”Your eyes, they are the color of the clothing I so often wear. They are the color green, and it comes in many different shades. Trees, apples, the grass below.”

Damian had looked into the mirror, nearly bursting into tears in frustration, but controlling himself. ”I cannot see them. Why?”

Talia smiled, as if carrying a secret to be told. ” Colors are so wonderful, they are to be seen only when you find the one that is entwined into your very essence, the person who is meant to stand with you forever. They are often referred to as soulmates.”

  ”Was Father your soulmate?” He was more curious now,the tears having blinked themselves back as he shifted on his mother’s lap.

”He was. But I do not believe I was his.” She seemed much more wistful than pained, running her hand through her son’s hair. ”Yours will come, in due time.”

That day, he’d only nodded, and relished the time he’d been given with his mother, a time that would 

surely be cut short as most times were. As the years went by, the teaching never went unforgotten nor the words. But the League and his Grandfather had made sure to wring what he was sure was every last bit of goodness and hope from him.

He had no need for a soulmate, he did not want one anymore. He’d lived this long in a world devoid of color, he didn’t need the distraction a soulmate would bring.

Damian didn’t need to burden them with how broken he was. 

When he arrived at his father’s place, he was shocked to see that although so many people were akin to himself in this way, most of them had pairs. They had found their soulmate. And as preposterous as it seemed to him, they helped . They walked right past the broken in their partners and healed .

His walls were up, although they were becoming shorter and shorter the longer he was there. When finally, they were down just enough to jump over them, he found himself with a larger family then he ever would have imagined. 

And of course, Father just had to ruin that by forcing him to socialize outside of the safe circle of family he’d fallen into. 

He had friends, albeit grudgingly, but this friend would be indestructible, and part of the agreement in letting him patrol alone, despite the protests that he didn’t need to be babysitting someone three years his junior who had little control over his abilities.

Evidently, he was turned down. The night of, he entered the Cave quietly, waiting in a spot for the signal from him to reveal himself.

Receiving it, he stepped out of the shadows and to his fathers side, eyes trailing up the gangly body and to the freckled face, looking up at the dark curls and coming to rest at his eyes. 

As they met, he gasped, stumbling back a few paces as the world burst into an array of color.

Blue. The boy’s eyes had been blue. And for a moment, despite the rest of the world setting itself ablaze like painted streaks, the only thing he was able to see was blue.

The other gasped himself, falling to the ground with an ’oomph!’ . Damian’s father placed a hand on his trembling back, and the other boy’s father lifted his son off the ground. 

The world was a breathtaking sight of color , bleeding onto the once view of black and white. With wide eyes, each boy looked around in amazement, taking in the new world they'd fallen into. 

Their fathers shared a glance, understanding what was happening and what would most likely happen again in the future. 

Damian paused, as the realization sunk in. He had a soulmate. He paused in his exploration of color and eyed the boy in front of him. Light tan, brown freckles, black curls and still, the blinding blue eyes. The hoodie he wore matched his father’s insignia and hesitantly, Damian looked down to see his own uniform, dark shades of black, green and yellow. 

“Hi, uh, Robin?” A voice made him look up, the boy in front of him seemed to have come to the same realization and was now attempting to speak an introduction. 

“Damian.” He blurted, before the other boy went any further. “My name is Damian.”

He learned that the boy’s smile flipped his stomach like the blue hues of his eyes did. “Hi, Damian. I’m Jon, and we’re soulmates.”

He blinked, reeling himself in and only nodding. Should he try to scare him off? Should he accept it and become friends like his father asked him to-

“I do not desire a soulmate, it is astounding I have one at all.”

Well. that happened.

“Oh.” The boy’s face fell, and privately, their fathers shared a look, debating whether or not to intervene. A thought seemed to cross Jon’s face and he perked up.

“Well, there’s no rule we’ve gotta be like, soulmates soulmates. Like the way some people get married or get all gross and icky. I’m gonna marry noodles one day anyways, so i can’t marry you. I can be your friend, though! A partner in crime….fighting!”

Damian wrinkled his nose. “You can’t marry noodles. ” 

He considered the rest of his offer and looked up at his father, who nodded. Friends were a foreign concept to him. Grayson was always trying to convince him to befriend more of the imbeciles he went to school with, but this didn’t seem as daunting, nor as annoying.

 Mother had said a soulmate was another person who shared your very being, and that would be an excellent quality in a sidekick and a peer. 

“Very well.” He said at last, sticking out his hand. “Friends. And partners.” 

Jon shook it, grinning in a way that reminded Damian of a puppy, hair flopping in his eyes. Maybe this ‘having-a-soulmate’ thing wouldn’t be as bad as he previously thought, so long as he kept him at arm’s length. 

Judging by his father’s micro expression, he’d done the right thing, took the step in the right direction. He’d figure this out, and maybe, just maybe, it would be easier with his soulmate by his side.

#damian wayne #jondami #jon kent #Damijon #soulmates #soulmate au #monotone to color #Fluff #mild angst #batman #superman dc #Batfamily #superfamily #supersons #damian wayne robin #jon Kent superboy

[mustainegf]

can you do James and a girl having sex and its her first time doing anything and he teaches her how to touch herself and then they have gentle sex

I’m gonna be so honest, it’s not exactly gentle… but it’s cute I promise !!

"Jamie, I'm scared.." I mumbled, looking the boy in the eyes. His expression softened immediately, pulling my body to his. We were both without any clothes, and this was my first time doing anything.

"I've never..."

"It's okay," he assured me, brushing his lips over mine. "This will be easy, and if you don't like it, we can stop." He said that as if it were the most normal thing to say.

"But it'll hurt?" I asked, and he nodded. "It might sting, but it won't hurt, I promise. I'll make sure of it." With those words, I was instantly calmed. It had been so long since I'd felt safe.

"Have you ever played with yourself before?" He asked softly, laying my back to his chest.

I shook my head with a slight whimper. "Oh, that's okay sweetheart, I'll show you," he kissed my temple, his hand finding mine.

Me slowly guided my hand down my stomach and my breath hitched. "So lucky, I get to be the first to make you feel good," he cooed.

James pulled my fingers in between my legs, guiding them on my throbbing clit.

I flinched at the new sensation. "Go ahead, I'm here to help," he whispered, helping me rub myself.

The feeling was unlike anything I'd ever felt before.

My chest tightened, every nerve ending in my body igniting from one simple touch. "Like this," he guided me, moving my fingers in delicate circles.

He helped me for a few minutes until I found my own rhythm. "Good girl, now close your eyes," he commanded, and I did just that. "Let your mind wander, think about what feels good," he said.

I flicked my wrist slightly, working my clit as he helped. "Can you keep doing that for me? I need to stretch you out, get you ready for me. That okay?" He asked slowly, his fingers leaving mine and trailing down to my dripping slit.

I nodded, too busy thinking about what I was touching, where he was going next. My hands moved faster on their own accord, needing more stimulation. I bit my lip as my body started to hum.

James circles his fingers around my wetness before two of his fingers slipped in.

I gasped, my eyes flying open at the intrusion, but his face was gone, only a blurry haze left in front of me. I wanted to look away, close my eyes, but I couldn't, it was too much.

I tried to move my hips away from his invading fingers, but he kept me still. "Relax, relax," he whispered into my ear. "You're doing great, just like that," he praised me.

Then he added another finger, stretching me further. I closed my eyes again, trying to focus on my own fingers, but the discomfort was too much.

"I know honey, just breathe I've gotta stretch you a bit," he hushed.

He curled his fingers, slowly pulling them in an out as I focused on my clit,

"You're doing so good for your first time, baby," James smiled, his fingers pumping into me.

I writhed as we both played with me, god his touch was way better than mine.

I squeezed my thighs together, my orgasm bursting through me, my hips bucking off the bed. "Fuck yes, that's it," he groaned, pounding into me even harder.

I came undone, tears streaming down my cheeks as my orgasm wracked my body. James held me tighter, whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

After a while, I slowed down and stopped, still holding myself, shaking.

"You ready for my dick, baby?" He smirked, sitting up as I collapsed onto his bed.

I could only muster a nod. If his fingers felt that's good, I couldn't imagine how good his cock would.

I wiped the streams from my cheeks, a little embarrassed that It so good it brought me to tears.

"Don't worry about that. You are perfect, so pretty." He kissed me softly, running his hand down my arm before returning to my breasts. "Jamie, please be gentle.." I pleaded breathlessly.

"Of course, darling," James whispered, sitting himself up to hover over me.

"I promise I will take care of you, okay?" His face was right in front of mine, those gorgeous blue eyes peering at me with a soft expression. "Breathe in," he said, looking down at his cock, which was pulsing with the need to be inside me.

I swallowed hard and looked down between us, taking him in. "Now exhale, and I'm gonna push in," he ordered. I released my breath slowly, feeling his head push against me, one inch, then two, three, four. All the way until he bottomed out. The full 8 inches.

"Oh, fuck yes," he growled, holding me in place as he rocked back and forth, letting me adjust. "Holy hell you're fucking tight." He ran his hand up and down my side, brushing his thumb over my hip bone.

He continued to slowly thrust, his eyes on my face as if he were waiting for something. "Are you okay?" He asked after a few minutes. "Yeah," I managed to croak out, the tears coming back to my eyes.

I was going to need to learn to speak again. He chuckled, kissing my forehead. "Okay, good. If you tell me to stop or want to pause, I will. I'm not gonna keep going if you're uncomfortable."

I whined with a shake of my head. "No, don't stop, it's so g-good..." I forced out.

James began his thrusting, forcing me to grab his toned arms, whimpering continuously.

"Such... such a good girl," he grinned.

I was seeing stars, James effortlessly fucking into me.

"Tell me how good it feels sweetheart, do you like my dick inside of you?" He growled.

"It's so good, so good..." I moaned, lost in the haze.

I had no idea what was happening, but it was wonderful, I just wanted more.

More of this man inside of me. "That's it, tell me how you feel, tell me what you need," James coaxed.

"I need more, more, more of you," I whimpered, still holding him tightly. "Fuck yeah," he groaned, picking up speed. "God you're amazing, your pussy is so good. So tight." I bit my lip, blushing at his words.

"Look at me," he commanded, and when I did, I saw the intensity in his gaze. "Darlin', look at me," he growled, running his fingers through my hair, tilting my head up. "Please," I begged. "Please what? "

Tears were streaming down my cheeks, ever my feeling was so good, so overwhelming. I finally choked out the words. "Please... harder.."

And oh my god, he delivered. Roughly slamming into me, hitting all those places that made me scream even louder.

I knew he was going much too fast for my first time, but I couldn't bring myself to stop him, I loved it far too much.

I could feel the same knot I felt earlier, and I knew I was close to cumming.

"James! James, I'm gonna cum!" I pleaded, gripping tighter to his body as he pounded his cock into me.

"Yes, baby, yes. Cum for me, cum on my cock," he grunted. My orgasm hit me hard, squeezing his cock, milking every drop of his come from him. He let go of himself, filling me completely.

We both laid there panting, our hearts racing. He reached up and wiped away my tears. "You alright sweetheart?" I nodded, unable to get any words out yet. He chuckled, brushing my hair out of my face.

"You just about tore me in half..." I panted with a chuckle. Wondering why I hadn't had sex earlier, let alone touch myself.

I really needed to reevaluate my life. James pulled me close to his chest, kissing my head softly. "Don't worry about it. You'll learn eventually."

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[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - Fungus Is Known To Grow Amoung Death After All

@lovelyunknown @skarlettskwrl

An ecto-nanobot powered suit plus a fungus specifically made to latch onto and grow on ectoplasm, wasn’t a great mix.

Danny was starting to get a little worried, worried about Val specifically. He was used to her being slightly on edge pretty often, just as she was likely used to him being on edge pretty often, but this was weird. She’d been jittery, twitchy, spazzy even. At first he thought she’d caught a ghost and was ‘inspecting’ it or that Vlad was giving her a disturbing amount of hassle. Even her just being worried about tests or her nanobots getting noticed by the school nurse would make sense. Perhaps her dad was being harder on her? Or pressuring her to hang up the suit?

Then, then, he noticed the smell. The sickly sweet meaty lime smell that made his mouth water. Made him cock his head to the side and pause in taking his next step, a more ghostly part of himself getting the way he sometimes got around blob ghosts; bitey and twitchy. Then his ecto-field sensed it, and the alarm bells officially went off. The way it sensed like creaking branches or spreading rot; like she was just going to suddenly start violently twitching at inhuman angles and trying to rip out the walls.

This all seemed… familiar too him, unfortunately. ClockWork didn’t tell him to stay away from too many places, but the Riot Sands and its Moxowasp fungus was one of them. And this? Yeah this smelled and felt like Moxowasp fungus. She’s not growing glitchy moving murderous antlers so that’s a positive, so not a full fungal infection but she seemed a bit past just the ‘spore sickness’ version. But he’s not sure, she didn’t have symptoms she should have from his invisible, slightly predatory, stalking/observing. She wasn’t getting weird white fuzz on her or hacking up bits of branches, she wasn’t acting wacky in the high way.

She was human so, arguably, even if she did have moxowasp fungus then it shouldn’t really affect her, but that didn’t account for her nanobots which were ectoplasm based. Danny frowning and leaning back in his chair, side eyeing Val who’s staring wide-eyed and tremoring slightly, maybe it was her nanobots that were being affected specifically? and the symptoms were being passed on? Those things were in her brain and all her muscles after all. But that just makes it harder for him to be sure and he can’t just ask her ‘hey did you eat or get stabbed by weird sponge-y crumbly branches? Or fight a ghost with that stuff coming out of them?’. Well he could do that but it would probably get him stabbed by a cattle prod.

…

Or it would as Phantom. But as Fenton? Maybe not. She might listen to Danny Fenton the only close friend and ex, son of ghost ‘experts’ and ‘the kid who may have gone into the ghost zone that one time’. His accident being public news might actually be useful for a change, besides just being used as a scapegoat to explain having weird ecto-contamination to explain his ghostly shit. And he did take off suddenly all the time and skipped multiple days sometimes, he could say that Danny Fenton and his stupid luck made him have a little run in with the moxowasp stuff before. His folks did try to get every sample they could get their hands on after all. If they ran into moxowasp fungus they absolutely would sample that stuff and Danny probably would actually get sick.

Okay. Yeah. He can work with this. Problem is how does he talk to her about this? Because if his guess is right then yeah, she can get him sick. Or maybe he was strong enough now that he’d have more resistance? Heck ClockWork could have told him about this specifically because Val was going to get infected with it and they wanted him to know about to catch the signs early. She didn’t have any outward signs so maybe it would actually be safe to touch her, try to drag her off somewhere to talk?

And then the bell goes off and he’s out of time to think about it, by the time he’s stood up Val’s basically stormed out of the classroom, bumping into multiple desks and people as she went. Okay yeah, Danny’s following her, immediately…. Even if that takes him straight into the ladies room. Awkward but he’s lived down worse.

Of course what greets him ain’t great, Val hunched over a toilet shiver trembling and looking like she just threw up; Danny trying to be quiet about leaning over her and yup, weird squiggly white branching stuff in the toilet. Okay, one hundred percent yes, she’s got a moxowasp fungus infection. She wasn’t actually sprouting out branching so that was good, but still.

Watching her scratch her head harshly and crack her neck to the side with a hard jerk, smacking herself on the toilet rim (ew), “ow. Why-ugh. Why’d- did I do that? That was… stupid? I think?”, and she cringes basically her whole body.

Danny wincing, a little nervous to touch her but since when did he not help people just because of nerves? Tapping her on the shoulder twice, “Val?”; okay maybe he sounded a little squeaky, but this was freaky alright? And that scent was making his skin crawl, the mouth watering only making him more creeped.

She jerks, snapping her head around to him, twitching sideways and blinking so harshly it might as well be a spasm, “danny? Isn’t this- like- laddies? Ow”, squeezing her eyes shut again, “I’m ‘ine”.

Danny laughs awkwardly, “eh, ha ha. Ah. Yeah no. I don’t think so. Nah”, cringing a little when she just kind of stares at him, shit yeah her scleras are a bit on the green side. Oof. “Ha”, bending down onto his ankles to be a bit more in her level, “Val you definitely are not. And also, you’re not suddenly going to be just by ignoring what’s going on”, okay Fenton, try to play this off without revealing you know she’s Red. “I… have no freaking clue how the crap you got this of all things but, hey, uh, Amity’s a, ah, pretty fucking weird town, am I right or am I right?”.

She groans at him, like she honestly barely even heard him, “what… what are you even, you know, talking ‘bout?”, pushing herself to stand up, “I think.. I’m just going to go, uh, outside”.

Danny’s up like a gunshot, “oh no, absolutely not”, poking a single finger on both her shoulders, “bad. You are sick sick. And like, okay, this is kinda fucked and shit, but I know what’s up with you”.

Now that, that finally gets her attention, her squinting, “explain then. I know”, she sways a little and shakes her head, “I know you’re weird so”.

Danny snorting, “gee thanks, Val. I’m pretty aware of that too”, frowning at her, “okay, now this is gonna sound fucked, but you’ve got a weird ghost illness? It’s like a weird fuzzy sentient branch thing?”, tilting his head and trying to keep his eyes in front of her eyes, “woozy, the twitching, disoriented but also kinda high?”, pointing a finger that she doesn’t follow at the toilet, “vomiting weird sponge-like white branches. This shit can be a, well not death sentence, but like end of their unlife? sentence? Yeah let’s go with that. The branch stuff basically eats ghosts from the inside out till they’re just mindless husks housing a violent fungus”.

She purses her lips, “fuck”.

Danny nods cringing, “yeah”, glancing at the toilet and back to her, “you gotta get that branch stuff outta you, and any kinda white fuzzy stuff. The branches are the fungus, moxowasp fungus by the way, and the fuzzy is spores or, uh, some shit”. Wow was this ever awkward. “You stay here and I’ll go find some salt to help with the whole vomiting thing, gotta get that stuff out and I’m not a freaking doctor”.

She actually slumps onto the ground thankful, the muttered, “I weirdly wanna poke you”. Danny pointing at her a few times, “ah, yeah, um, that’s probably the fungus wanting to try and spread and stuff, if you had the antlers going on they’d be all, trying to attack me and stab me and shit. Super freaky so let’s not get to that, yeah? Yeah”, he’s out of that bathroom in a flash, thankfully no one’s in the hallway so he’s able to just go invisible and go through the walls to steal some salt from cafeteria.

She’s scratching at her head again, there’s… definitely a white bump there, not great, “okay, water, salt, a vomiting one way ticket. Drink and think of super gross shit and nausea and shit. Please do not throw up on me. I will throw up on you back”.

She snorts, “ew”, but winds up biting him when he makes her drink the water salt mixture; him cringing but not letting it stop him.

…

She’s not going to let go of his hand now, is she? Lovely. Okay… it’s not the best idea to use his powers right now but duplication it is, ‘cause he’s gotta get the branching off her head before she legit becomes a danger and in danger. He swears he can physically feel spores or stuff moving from her mouth to his hand, like hard spider webbing; super creepy.

She vomits on his hand… he does not follow through on his threat to vomit on her back. Grimacing, “eugh, thanks for that”. Weee, he’s probably gonna get spore sickness now, love it. At least that gets her to release his hand, before she vomits on the floor this time. There’s white branches squiggling on the ground, occasionally sprouting off-shot branches.

What did ClockWork say? Fire? Fire. Sure he could just make some fire, his pyrokenesis might be cold instead of hot but fire was fire. If she saw that it would be a problem though right? Him squeezing her head between his knee and chest as his duplicate gets back with a pair of wire clippers, the heavy duty kind, “don’t move your head, I gotta snap off a beginning of an antler. You don’t want that shit spreading out of you or through your head more, unless you feel like going completely mindless or assaulting people”.

“Ugh. Eh. Do it”.

Danny giving her a quick back pat with his bitten hand, which was healed at least… even if chopping the hand off would probably be better long term than letting whatever might have gotten in spread. He clips off the antler growth instead, eyeing his hand, eyeing the back of Val’s head; fuck it. He bites his own shoulder and goes snip happy at his wrist. Officially getting a duplicate to text Sam and Tuck invisibly to get to this bathroom for emergency clean up services with full protection on and something to make fire. He’s definitely getting blood on the back of her clothing now, not great, and she’s vomiting again which is technically great.

What’s actually great is the beginnings of an antler do not regrow. Yay. Val groans into him and that sweet smell makes him gag to himself some; gagging more so to avoid wanting to bite her. He forces more of the salt water down her throat.

So if he’s going with the theory that her nanobots are infected then how is he supposed to get that stuff cleaned? Well… if he could get her to summon out her suit… she might be loopy enough to not realise she shouldn’t be doing that. Ah fuck it, he flares some ecto-energy from a foot, just enough to set off her sensor, just as Sam and Tuck get in. They’re thankfully quiet, panicked but quiet, and immediately get to work (with full sleeve gloves) cleaning the ecto and blood he’s getting everywhere. Tucker glances at the squiggling antler stuff, Danny nodding for him to clean it up too while mouthing ‘fire’ and while Val -probably on instinct- summons out her suit and then actually passes out. Great. Cool. Not good.

Danny muttering, “shit”, putting her on her side, letting Sam patch up his wrist while all three kind of stare at all the fuzzy white patches over her suit.

Tucker blinking, “what the fuck is that?”.

Danny grimaces, “fungus. I had a feeling it was on the nanobots, we’ve gotta get that shit off”. Tucker lifting up the cleaning kit and grabbing a rough rag. Danny nodding, “you might need a knife too, for scrapping, and just make sure to keep her on her side in case she vomits more”.

Sam nods, “right, people can choke on their vomit if they’re on their backs”, eyeing Danny, “now why don’t you have a hand?”.

Danny sighing, “she bit it, so, uh, I cut it off? To try and avoid getting sick?”.

“I’d call you stupid but you probably made the right call. Dummy”. Her nodding at his patched wrist then joining Tucker, pointing at him with the hand that wasn’t scrubbing or scrapping off fuzz, “if you can catch this then do you dare try helping more”.

“I have been vomited on at least twice”.

“I do not care”.

Danny sticks out his tongue but sits back, letting his two friends get Val as cleaned off as possible. Tucker having to hack her suit to force summon out Every. Single. One. of her weapons to clean them off. She only vomits once at least. It’s something.

Sam and Tucker sitting back, peeling gloves of cautiously to replace them with clean ones, Tuck looking to Danny, “okay dude, what are we supposed to with her now? Like, is she good?”.

Sam glares at the geek, “we’re not leaving her on a bathroom floor, Tucker”.

Danny rolls his eyes, pushing himself up with his one hand, “no, obviously not. I’ll have Phantom, with actual protective gloves on, take her home once someone force deactivates her suit, tell her dad about making sure she vomits every hour until there’s no more goddamn wiggling branches”, pacing in a little circle, “and the story is that Phantom could smell the fungus stuff and showed up, one Danny Fenton gave the ghost the low down and Phantom agreed to take her home to rest and continue with the vomiting away from the highly ecto-contaminated kid who could absolutely get sick from her”, giving them a thumbs up, “cool?”.

They exchange glances before shrugging at him. Tucker smiling, “it’s your plan, man”, looking around the bathroom, “obviously this needs to be cleaned more”, holding up a blowtorch, he does get her suit deactivated too.

Danny nodding, changing into his ghost form and slipping on the longest gloves they had in the kit. Touching her in ghost form wasn’t his greatest idea but there wasn’t much else he could do. Sam using some of the bigger bandaging to ‘wrap’ Val up for easy transport and less chance of her touching him. Him grabbing her up immediately after and phasing up through the roof and off to her house.

Damon looks worriedly from Val, who’s now more or less resting on the bed, to Phantom, who feels very awkward. “Okay, so when she wakes up, which she will, you need to get her to vomit. There’s gonna be moving white branch things, don’t freak but she needs to get all of that out of her system”.

Damon nods, opens and closes his mouth a few times before figuring out what he wants to actually say, “alright, okay, how did she even get this moxo thing? A ghost sickness?”.

Phantom rubs his neck, “her suit. It’s ectoplasm powered, it runs on ectoplasm and ecto-energy just like all ghosts do. That got infected and that is basically part of every part of her body”, frowning, “if she was a ghost and every part of her was ecto then she’d already be past the point of help”.

Damon rubs her shoulder as she twitches spastically, “will she be fine?”.

“If you make sure she keeps getting that stuff out of her then yeah, she’ll be fine. The Fenton boy recognised her symptoms and got an antler clipped off before it could actually properly take root in her. I got her suit cleaned off later, she’s not perfect but it’ll work. She’s still human so she’s not really at risk”.

“Are you sure”; that’s not a question.

Danny nods strongly, “absolutely”. The father seems to accept this, moving a bucket near her and looking to settle down to keep watch over her.

(Danny is thankfully right. Val showing back up in a few days, basically thanking Danny for the solid save, it was awkward but appreciated. Damon’s and Val’s opinions of Phantom also went up a few notches. Val wanted absolutely nothing to do with any kind of anything with white branches afterwords, reasonable. Her practically demanding an in-depth explanation from Danny Fenton about the moxowasp fungus; Danny was slightly amazed to make it through that conversation without a slip up. Danny was also completely and utterly amazed that she somehow did not actually get him sick; score one for emergency hand removal and weird halfa genetics and being over powered).

End.

Prompts: Valerie is feeling ill, but this is no human sickness. Ghostly Cordyceps

#danny phantom #phandom #phicphight24 #phic phight 24 #danny fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #phantomphangphucker #have a fic suck my dick #my writing #sick fic #valerie gray #gothmoth #Val's suit uses ectoplasm #vomiting

[bad-kendi]

Vampire Wife

#Vampire in loose-ish terms because uhh shes a manananggal #my art #my ocs #artists on tumblr #Vampire oc #if i think more about the manananggal vampire thing my head will explode saur #Yuri #girls love #sapphic art #lesbians #its slightly (very slightly) parodying Leyendecker's butterfly couple #because i really love that piece #if u think abt it the butterfly couple was like magnet but for the 1920s #original character art #slight gore #cw gore #its only there a little bit but just to be safe

[icewindandboringhorror]

sneeping with his legs up over his head for some reason... weird boye

#cats #love the second picture... skrungly sleepy well rested boye face... #since he's an elderly boy now sometimes when he wakes up from a nap he looks a bit scruffy and squinty eyed #Hard to beleive he's like 15 though.. he still looks like a kitten to me.. due to his giant round creature eyes and childlike demeanor #I think it's interesting that like... baby cats are babies. kittens are kittens. and you can tell a cat is like 'young adult' phase #looking from like a few months to maybe 1yr or 2yrs.. but after that they just always look the same to me #a 5 yr old cat is a 10 yr old cat is a 15 year old cat. unless the cat in question is particulalry aged or youthful #I still have so so little energy... it's been icy here this week. like not even FUN but just scary icy even thoguh i lOOOVE the cold #and its my favorite weather. I think it'd be okay actually if I had a woodburning stove/fireplace/hearth thing. literally thats my only #concern with the power going out. I genuinely don't mind stuff like having to go to the bathroom in buckets or cook over a fire or do other #less conveninet things. Its just that if eveyrhtng is electric then you have no way to cook and all of that. well.. and I literally need #background noise to go to sleep lest my ocd sprials become so loud I am slowly driven into maddness.. but a few battery packs or something #and a phone with one downloaded video I could play on repeat is fine for that. I dont need internet. ANYWAY.. so so sad that my fav #orite season ever (winter) is here. and the first cold of the winter is like... just an ice storm that you cant even walk in. I #love like 4 feet of snow where you can play in it and stuff. But just a thin flat sheet of a few inches of ice over every imaginable surfac #is not really playable. the wind speeds are so high and so many trees fall it's actually not that safe to go hang out outside anyway unless #you were in a totally clear open field. which is SAD also because i love ice and high winds. i love to stand out there and get whipped in t #he face with ice crystals and feel like I'm in some dramatic movie or something. but alas.. the threat of being attacked by a falling tree. #I did go out some but again it's like. literallyyou cant walk on it. so I just squatted and dragged myself along the ground lol #One of my stories has a whole section where the main characters are trapped in a deadly cold environment for a week and have to use magic #to survive and etc. etc. so I'm always like.. ouuu.. I should go in the ice.. it's Writing Research actually.. *foolishly gets frostbite* #THOUGH yesterday I went on a harrowing evil journey down a bunch of icy hilly roads to go check on some person's cat because the cat #had been left in the house for like 5 days at that point with nobody to check on them and nobody else seemed to want to do anything #about it (like call all of the neighbors or try to get someone out there) so I just went myself with a roommate who agreed to drive me. #It seemed acting totally normal and I gave it more food and water but.. I am still worried about it.. Apparently the person will be able #to get back to their house tomorrow but.. I dont trust them. But I couldnt take the cat with me because it's like.. a stranger's cat #basically and also no carrier + very skittish.. so I feared if I just tried to carry them bare handed they'd definitely leap from my grasp #and then it'd be like.. sliding on a sheet of ice chasing a cat and so on.. I still think they need to be watched for health issues tho >:| #ANYWAY.... many cat adventures lately... and strange weather... I wish for a normal week without always so many Things Happening.. augh

[moeblob]

Pen doodles from yesterday and then digital for today

Katale and Rudyard but as little crime babies. Since he's known her for a while and just thought she looked like a little street thug despite being higher ranking than him in the crime organization at first, the cat-ear hairstyle was just A Thing for her. And it spawned the nickname he would use in private of "Kitty" and even when she grows her hair out and he grays even more he still calls her Kitty in private. They're literally just bffs who do crime and what more can you want of them??

#my characters #time for more lore in the tags #so it was brought to my attention that the funniest thing possible is to give them a few bases with my favorite meme #the color theory meme where everything is just too reminiscent of a bloody massacre #because honestly katale would be like hey rud hey i have the FUNNIEST idea ever look at this carpet pattern #and he looks at the very horrific carpet and just says go on #like keep going this is funny and very much the funniest thing we can do as crime lords keep going #and they do actually have that kind of decor in one of the nicer buildings #and the poor little agent who is on a mission to kill them walks in like HOLY CRAP ITS A MASSAC-- thats the carpet that is JUST the carpet #and has to take a minute to file that information away before proceeding #then stuff happens and the two crime bosses are like oh yeah that agent is our son now we adopted him its fine he can be here #also ruds sense of humor is super dry and he doesnt really SHOW the fact hes amused much but thats what makes kitty so happy when he jokes #he sounds very serious but hes enjoying himself and thats wonderful #like those weather reporters who see an off the wall temp and go OH YEAH EVERYONES DEAD IN THAT CITY #or the other weather man video where only some of the temps are off the wall so hes like #oh yeah this seems to be the safe area but if you go up north a bit its basically melted - there isnt anything to loot there dont bother #that is his sense of humor. hes super casual and acts like he didnt just say the funniest thing on the planet

[leolingo]

not neg but i hope moving forward more of the english-only speakers can have the courtesy to speak clearly or at least not mumble and double check things in comms^^

a lot of people competing have a very good grasp on english but its not the case for everyone and EVEN SO all of the international players are working hard to communicate in their second or even third languages and its only fair anglophones put in the effort too…

#qpurgatory 2 #discourse #<- not really but to be safe #just seeing a bit of . separation in vcs where people on the same teams will only address people in their language group and so on #specially the hispanics seem to be struggling a little bit to mingle and its NOT what we want

[eggbagelz]

Sharing a moment

#artists on tumblr #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #urius of naporia #baldur's gate 3 #i really need a tag for them #ummm. #gabrius #thats cute #anyway i wanted to give a bit more flavour to the weave than just like. vague puffs of aurora yk? #i didnt get NEARLY as close as i wanted to but i like this so #this scene i think abt aaaaaaallll the fucking time its why i like gale's route so much i think #bc like a.) its a gorgeous scene and #b.) bc it gives such an interesting piece of insight into how gale views and feels the weave #it's comforting. it's safe. it's beautiful. it's more than power it's Sensation and Emotion and i really like that #also i just like drawing these two together i really do love the little romance ive cooked up for them #gale x urius 4lyyyyyyfe real and canon and the only true otp etc etc etc etc etc etc you get the idea

[mantisgodsdomain]

3,4,15 for any member of team snakemouth!

...how about all three?

(for this ask game)

3. Obscure headcanon

For Kabbu, though we may have noted this before, we think that the North is quite firmly considered a patch of Deadland - and its inhabitants, as a result, tend to be very, very strange from the perspective of the rest of the world. For Kabbu, specifically, this means a variety of things, both biologically and culturally - though Northern beetles are a lot more common in Bugaria, deadlands in general come with a very high rate of mutation and a very high rate of death, and that means a high rate of superstition both in things that actively impact survival and in things that do not - as well as the simple fact that a constantly-changing set of genetics means that what a northern beetle is like is often very, very open to change.

Kabbu is an example of a burrower - a subspecies of sorts primarily identified by claws designed, very specifically, for digging. His claws grow into a sort of broad shovel shape and tend to be much sturdier than an equivalent beetle's - getting underground in moments in soft ground isn't really an exaggeration! Though he can dig through harder ground, it takes time and effort, and he can't go at it with the sheer speed of softer soil - technically, he could burrow through solid rock given enough time, but it would be both hard and extremely painful. It's a trait that's heavily prized in the North for its ability to create shelter and safety - beetles dominate the North's underground, and there's nothing that can really pose a threat to them. Tunnels are safety, and it really surprises and disorients him when things underground attack him, because back home that just kind of doesn't happen unless it's Another Beetle specifically targeting you.

In terms of more social things, he has a lot of trouble getting used to the concept of mimics. This is mostly due to the fact that mimics as a whole don't really... exist in the north, at least not in the means of gaining benefit from mimicking anything else. If you can talk to them as any other awakened bug, they're usually exactly what they say they are, and species mimicking normal geological features and plants haven't found any success, unless you're willing to get extremely generous with describing the snow-bank camouflage of a Northern Silk Moth's topcoat.

Though sand wasps or "white bees" still exist, the thing they're mimicking no longer exists in the same area. Any Hive that once was in the North is long dead, overly-large groups of bugs tend to die out quickly thanks to the handful of large predators that may decide the benefits outweigh the consequences when enough tasty beetles gather in the same place, and when the enemy you're dealing with is both too heavily armoured to be really deterred by most weaponry and capable and intelligent enough to stalk your group through the snow until the cost outweighs the benefit of eating you... well, the sort of small groups generally sent to start a new colony of social bugs really don't stand a chance.

It is, occasionally, very hard to get used to the fact that southern silk moths only grow a few heads taller than him. He's used to them presenting a lot more of a threat.

For Leif... we think he's completely, 100% blind. His eyes are frozen over due to quirk of his biology - the thing about his integration that makes him a failure, specifically. With any of the Snakemouth cordyceps, they do not naturally transfer the immunity to their own magic that any other variety of mage would have, and so need to alter their hosts in order to get the appropriate biology across. With Leif, that protection is not sufficient to protect the host, much less to preserve valuable organs - eyes, especially, are fragile, after all. The cold he naturally generates exceeds the host adaptations he provides, resulting in, even beyond the blindness, unusually brittle chitin, extremely stiff and easy-to-damage tissue, organic food processing efficiency appropriate for a bug currently freezing to death...

Well, you get the idea. Functionally, if alive, a host body would be in a state of perpetual hypothermia, prone to breaking down over time and needing persistent repair that his strain of cordyceps cannot provide, as any repair he could offer that's not within his host's natural healing capabilities requires manually breaking down and reconstructing any parts, which... is inconvenient at best. As he is, he gets around most of these issues by simply replacing his host body's soft tissue with cordyceps, but that has its own issues, mainly in making him look and move incredibly uncanny. Injuries take a very long time to repair, relatively, though the less tissue damage is done the easier it is to fix - being cleanly sliced in two, for example, might be easier to handle than any sort of crushing damage. As far as his eyes go... eyes of any sort are delicate, and the slightest damage can permanently blind someone. Any of Snakemouth Den's cordyceps tend to go blind anyways as the fungus burrows into ocular nerves - if anything, this is better for hiding, since the frost over his eyeballs conceals any mycelium in the eyes themselves. In theory, it can be repaired... in practice, it would be far too much of a pain for work that will be undone the moment he overtaxes his ice magic again.

...also, he doesn't really care. Sight is not the most important sense a moth has and his scent and ability to sense pheromones is fine, along with a general sensitivity to things like vibrations in the air. More than fine, even, since he's now kind of hybridized with both Ant and Bee and the number of pheromones he's sensitive enough to sense has shot through the roof. This on top of the "magic sense" he has means he has absolutely no trouble getting around, though reading books requires more or less sticking an antenna or fungal tendril over them and parsing out where the ink is by scent and texture. He full-on didn't notice he was blind until after the cordyceps reveal.

For Vi, while this might be one we've mentioned before, we headcanon that she's got a bit of minor mutation throwing her antenna... maybe 2% more towards a non-social relative, which gears her just slightly more towards being able to detect "foreign" scents - predators, prey, and any pollen or nectar in the area. Unfortunately, this slight shift in what scents she's made to pick up comes with a reduced sensitivity to pheromones and pheromone communication within the hive, along with loss of the general innate understanding that an average bee would have of how she's meant to "fit in" to a structure that utterly cripples her communication and social life in the hive.

It's minor enough of a mutation that she's never been flagged - she's a mutation of a social bee, not a normal variant of a solitary - but she smells weird, and she doesn't pick up on pheromones quite enough, and the variation in signals she puts off means that she both fails the communication to get across what she might need and fumbles the communication conveyed back to her about what she should do. Subtle things build up over time, and within the Hive, the negatives far outweigh the benefits - the Hive is only built with bees that fit to a standard in mind, and even minor deviations can get you dragged far, far behind.

This is getting very long so, uhh. Here's a cut. Everything else is below it. We enjoy getting very long-winded. There's a lot in here.

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Well, this one will depend on if it's "in general" or "by their standards". Putting any sort of objective moral judgement on just about anything is ridiculously difficult, especially with how values vary by culture or individual.

There is no such thing as objective worst, and we absolutely don't guarantee these would line up with your idea of worse, and so we'll offer two options here - what we believe they would think of first if posed with the question, and an alternative answer that would likely crop up.

For Kabbu, his own response would be easy - abandoning his teammates to The Beast. It haunts him to this day - really, what sort of beetle abandons their swarm to a fate like that? If he was a little faster, a little braver, a little less of a coward - but no. He abandoned those he was meant to care most for, and they died because of it.

For the other...

There are some things that are necessary, to survive somewhere as harsh as the Deadlands. Not everyone can be saved. Not everything can be helped. Not everyone can be taken in. Tradition and law is the heart and soul of the North - rules that everyone must comply to, if not for the sake of themselves, than for the sake of those they may interact with. To break a law, for any reason, is to be shunned by the community, most likely to your eventual death.

She broke a law. It could have been for understandable reasons, or not - it doesn't matter. She put the community at risk, and for that, she couldn't stay. She was put out in the cold, despite her pleading to the contrary. She was allowed to beg and plead and bang on the door, and yet, it meant nothing. The beast she would have lead to them caught up, eventually. He would still believe it was justified.

For Leif, his first response would be... exactly what you expect of him, really. The body he took without a care. The life he stole. He might vary on whether it's the action of stealing it or the lies he's told with that body, but the answer would be the same.

For the one he wouldn't think of... He could have spoken up. He didn't. He met their eye, slated for execution on crimes that he could parlay them on if he implicated himself, and he said nothing.

The look on their face still haunts him sometimes. It hurts more now that he's two, rather than one. It's what was needed to protect his family.

For Vi... a fault in a machine. The instructions were boring, and confusing, and hard to read. She tried to do whatever she thought might work, instead of following the manual. There was an injury. Then another one. It was her fault, really, for rigging it wrong, but she was tired and angry and she argued instead of just sucking it up and fixing it when confronted on it, and it went unfixed for days more. A minor fault can very well lead to deaths, and though this one didn't, it came close - one more inch, a slightly looser bolt, and it would have cracked a bug's shell clean open. It's a miracle it turned out as well as it did. It's a miracle that no one connected it to her enough, even when it was fixed. Someone else was punished, and she was old enough to know not to step forward - she's not stupid, after all.

The guilt still haunts her. The "what-if". The possibility of it. If someone died of her own stupid negligence, if she made someone else take the fall - she would let them, really, her sense of self-preservation isn't that bad, but she's not sure she could live with it after.

With the one she wouldn't think of personally... considering the background she's got, the journey to the Ant Kingdom, and the fact that it's already stated she took jobs before canon? We think there's a fairly good chance that Vi's off jobs got... shady. It's not like she has much in the way of morals when it comes to money, and "will do just about anything for enough cash" is a decent market. If you're willing to forsake your morals, you can get more money than your heart desires - at the cost of just a bit of risk, at that!

She doesn't think about it, really. It wasn't something she needed to think about. They were threatening her, they were a risk to her team, they were the price she had to pay to eat, the specifics of what happened don't matter much at this point. Put in the position again, would she choose their life, or hers? It doesn't matter. They're dead, anyways. She should know. She was the one to take the payment for it.

4. Favorite line?

We're copy-pasting these straight from the game! These Direct Quotes are all sourced from @aquilamage's Bug Fables Transcript project, which we highly recommend checking out! It's an excellent resource for double-checking dialogue without having to replay the game first, and a repository for just about all the dialogue in the game (provided it wasn't taken out by previous patches, of course).

We will be honest: there's a lot of dialogue in this game. This might not be our absolute favorites, as a result of a general poor memory as well as Too Much Game. Also, we have blatant favoritism towards Vi in all ways. Most of these are favorite interactions, rather than anything else, so...

For Leif:

Kabbu: Leif. If you need to take a break, let us know. Vi will carry you. Vi: That is not happening. Leif: Oh, the fatigue, it kicks in... Vi: I said it's not happening!

...and for Vi, we're fond of this dialogue, specifically because the first time we encountered it we misread "exploring" as "exploding".

Leif: Science looks like a lot of hard work. Vi: It's like uh...the thinking version of exploring!

But of course, our favorite Vi Dialogue as well as our personal favorite dialogue in the game in general would be the Bee Guard overworld spy.

Leif: Vi, you're the only Bee explorer, right? Vi: Huh? Uh, yeah! That I know of... Leif: We've been thinking it's a bit weird, to see so many Bee guards, but only one explorer... Vi: Look, they're not guards because they want to or anything, okay? Vi: They were born to be guards, so they guard. That's it. Kabbu: That's a bit somber... Vi: ...That's just how the Hive is sometimes.

"I'm allergic to bouncers" is a close second, of course. In terms of story implications, we pull on her Jaune interactions and especially the point just after getting kicked out of the studio for the first time during Jaune's request, but that's... it's less we "like" it, per se, and more that the implications are fun to toy with. In terms of the actual dialogue, it just... makes us feel sad. Sad, [], and maybe a bit angry on her behalf. We've been there more than we care to admit, after all.

We... wouldn't wish something similar on anyone. And no matter how good the good gets with Jaune, it still can't really outweigh the fact that the bad starts ticking boxes about emotional abuse in a way that makes relationships like Mothiva & Zasp that more people are willing to try and call out pale in comparison. We probably need to finish that essay some time...

Anyways, we like it when Kabbu gets mad enough to yell at people.

Kabbu: This is ridiculous! You realize you could be dooming us all!? Kabbu: What if the Termite King loses trust in the Queen!? Kabbu: What if you lose to the Wasp King without our help!? Kabbu: Have you gone completely, utterly insane!? Have you lost all intelligence! Mothiva: Yikes. You're overthinking this WAY too much. Mothiva: The Ant Kingdom's way better in our hands than with you LOSERS. Kabbu: We have SAVED YOUR LIFE BEFORE, you WITCH!

#asks #ask games #we speak #bug fables #headcanons #writing #kabbu hc section turned into north rambling but uhh. dw about it. you get to hear our cool northern worldbuilding now #hi. sorry this took so long. this is more than a thousand words of writing. #the Vi Worst Thing varies heavily by verse as does All The Other Ones #what's the worst thing they've ever done? depends on the fic! #for vi specifically the nature of the jobs she's done is often plot relevant and thus changeable by convenience #if we get into aus then there are some more drastic changes ofc but we're doing Canon TSM Only here so that's just a side note #the most notable difference in answers... #selkie vi would have a very #unfortunately selkie vi is also missing and assumed dead due to that so it would be hard for her to answer #we love kabbu but he is very much a product of his environment #the intense traditionalism is a Beetle Thing technically and kabbu's specific brand is even more specific than that #a bit of a Kabbu Thing we guess? highly area specific and notable in that its extreme even for northern beetles #you become an amalgamation of the little bits of the people around you over time #and the bits kabbu picked up. well. highlighted that law is The Way To Go for keeping people alive and safe #even if not quite happy #anyways we hope this is good. it took a longass time! we wrote So Fucking Much here. its a bit excessive.

[codecicle]

Seeing all of my qsmp friends on here talk about the horrors of shipping on englishtwt is so funny to me. I haven't downloaded twitter and only have an account to vote on mcc polls. I don't have the app, I use the website alone and even then it's only to check what place insert creator here is on trending. My consumption of qsmp fanart and fan media is exclusively through tumblr and very niche corners of tik tok. Everyone I've talked to or interacted with are absolutely down for shipping the characters in a gay sex way because they're currently living on gay sex island and have gay sex on stream. The concept that any of what these creators are doing live could even possibly be "against their boundaries" is fuckin absurd to me. Vegeta and Foolish proudly introduce each other to the Brazilian creators as boyfriends. Quackity has canonically never met a woman before Jaiden. Speaking of which, there is one woman on the entire server and shes aro/ace both in game and in real life. Most of the eggs actively ship the creators together and ask for new polycules to form to give them new parents. All of the brazilian creators are in one polycule taking care of one egg. Slime asked "tiktok edit this" while he was having minecraft sex with Mariana. After they broke character and talked about their personal lives yesterday during the egg finale Mariana asked Charlie to break up with his girlfriend and marry him instead so he could get a green card. Then they fucked in Mariana's bed to another song as a fairwell before ending stream. They both admitted to loving the fanart they saw on twitter of them passionately making out and said it was their favorite part of the server. The only person who even mildly dislikes any of the shipping is Grace LMAO

#qsmp #i love watching the qsmp englishtwt side of the fandom go down in flames safely from the sidelines #its like that one john mulaney skit. #someone comes up to me and tells me that english twitter did something new. and its not always bad #just sometimes suprising and confusing #like englishtwt used the elevator?..... i didnt know they knew how to do that. #anyway get off of twitter its bad for you 👍 #also ive used twitter a little bit #but only to view the spanishtwt side of the qsmp so i could #1: practice spanish #and 2: read a fanfic twitter au that was written in spanish #but seriously fanart of the gay sex that canonically happened is totally fine. what the fuck is englishtwt on #i make yet anothet post just for me 👍

[dandyshucks]

need Guz to hug me tightly for like an hour solid oh my god dhdjdkl I went driving for the first time in over a year and I chewed my lip raw 😭😭

I'm starting to look like a caricature of Anxiety with all these physical symptoms and signs LMAO

#this is so ridiculous fhfjdkdl #i do not like driving fjdkdl i know i should not be on the roads #but unfortunately i have to bc i live rural and also my parents insist i ''just need more practice'' #practice is not going to fix the dissociation 😭😭 practice will not fix the Other Drivers being shitty and scary and reckless fjfkdl #it might make it slightly easier bc i wont have to think as hard about shoulder and mirror checks and roadsigns and speed limits #and where i am located on the road and intersection rules and whatnot #but like... it does not fix that i live in a town (and world lol) where ppl are fucking bonkers on the road #i had someone riding my ass for like a full five minutes. we had only two feet btwn us. MAYBE. IF THAT MUCH. #he was BIG mad that i was going the speed limit #and THERES A POLICE STATION LIKE RIGHT NEAR THAT AREA MY GUY IM NOT GONNA GO OVER THE SPEED LIMIT RIGHT THERE LMAO ???? #also im a rule follower usually so i do tend to go Exactly the speed limit fjfkdl #and maaannn that makes people SO fucking angry dhfjdl its impossible to drive Anywhere without having someone right on ur bumper #its so ridiculous like... that's not helping anyone ??? ur not getting to ur destination faster by riding up on somebodys ass ???? hewwo ??? #ANYWAYS. i drove around the neighborhood and then went up the highway and thru some intersections and then into the main core of town #and then i got my dad to take over from there bc it was lunch hour and the core of town is a lawless land at the best of times #MY NERVES ARE FRIED. i need Guz to act as a weighted blanket or one of those pressure therapy vests for me LOL #im like... shaking fhdjsl that was far more than i thought we were going to do for driving today good lord #IM OKAY THOUGH I SURVIVED I DIDNT EVEN HIT A CURB OR ANYTHING #i think I've only hit a curb once so far in all my times driving and that was on my second time driving on a road i think #so pretty good track record... im a very careful driver fjdkdl i work so hard to be safe and drive smoothly #during my driving test the only thing the test guy had to critique was that i waited at an intersection when i could've gone #but the reason i waited was bc i wasnt sure i could make it across the traffic lane before the oncoming vehicle got to us #so it was like. a safe decision overall but a little too hesitant which can actually be unsafe fjdkdl #AUGH ANYWAYS SORRY FOR RAMBLING SM #driving stresses me out so bad and my lip is all raw now and i have so many physical stress symptoms the past few days fhfjdl #after tonight i should be able to calm down a bit hopefully fhfkdl theres a thing we're going to tonight thats been stressing me out so bad #but after tonight it'll be over and hopefully I can get myself settled down again fjfjdkl #dandy.cmd #vent //

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in post-ph specifically a really old idea ive had is that linebeck is extremely, extremely possessive of his coat, but if in a situation where he fears he might actually die, he gives it to the person he trusts to save him, or he gives it to someone he cares about that seems to be on the brink of death

#its not permanent unless he dies. which he doesnt in any of the cases of this happening #at the end of the day its like a symbol of his immense trust and respect for the person and a sign that he really thinks hes not making it #bc otherwise you cannot touch that thing. rn i really only have one scenario with this with link damien and bellum each #link’s is the one where hes afraid the other person will die but hes also afraid hes going to die at that moment its a whole thing #other cases are if he thinks he wont be able to get out of smth without it being damaged or if he just wants it to be safe #theres a bit where he has to be separated from the crew for a bit so he preemptively gives it to damien for safekeeping #generally if linebeck hands his coat to someone its a Bad Sign. something is very wrong #bellum is the only one who understands the gravity of it when he first sees it bc like. hes been in linebecks mind he knows the abstract #idea of how protective linebeck is of it. and he has no idea how to feel the first time linebeck gives it to him. its a warm feeling #with damien its a mixture of terrified and dutiful he understands it as being trusted with it and makes sure to keep it safe #he understands what the coat means to linebeck just not on the same visceral level as bellum. link also has a good idea of how much #linebeck cares about his coat but its filtered through being a slightly mischievous kid whos tried getting to it before. when hes actually #given it or sees linebeck hand it off the first (few) times hes really scared and a bit confused until the idea clicks for him #this is an ooooold idea i think its from back when post ph was mostly going to be a 50 chapter thing using a 50 word challenge list #if anyone remembers those. this shit originates from middle school. the olden days. before damien existed #i like linebecks coat being an item tied to his identity its what he wants its something he finds comfort in its something he made himself #salty talks #post-ph #this might carry over a little to some other aus but these situations dont really happen the same was as they might in post ph