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svtskneecaps · 1 month

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listen in the grand scheme of things i'm glad i let myself get back into minecraft content for this. like i haven't touched a minecraft series since like 2014, on purpose, but i saw clips of qsmp in march 2023 and thought, screw it. maybe it's time. and i don't regret it yknow? i saw multilingual server and thought 'that looks AWESOME' and it certainly didn't disappoint. my only regret is that everything went crazy and people logged off RIGHT when everyone finally started relying on the live translations more, which was something i've been dreaming of for months lmfao. all in all, just happy to be here. this stuff gave me new reasons to use my blog.

hell if this is actually an end or even just a pause maybe i can FINALLY write my FUCKING TIME LOOP FIC JESUS FUCKING I'VE BEEN COOKING THAT STUPID FUCKING THING SINCE LIKE MAY LIKE I WAS ON THE FUCKING FIELD AT MY COLLEGE GRADUATION CEREMONY WAITING TO WALK THE STAGE AND GET MY DIPLOMA AND I WAS WRITING THE FIRST STUPID CHAPTER OF IT LIKE GENUINELY BUT I PUT IT ON HOLD BC THINGS KEPT HAPPENING AND I WAS LIKE I SHOULD UNDERSTAND THE BIG PICTURE SO I CAN ACTUALLY PLAY WITH IT PROPERLY BC THE MOST FUN I HAVE WITH TIME LOOP AUS COMES FROM KNOWING EVERYTHING AND MESSING WITH HOW SIMPLE ACTIONS CAN ALTER THE PROGRESSION OF EVENTS AND CHANGE CHARACTER CHOICES LOGICALLY BC THAT STUFF'S COOL BUT I DIDN'T KNOW LIKE THE MYSTERY OF THE FEDERATION OR WHATEVER AND I WANTED TO SEE WHERE THAT WAS GOING SO I COULD SEE WHETHER I WANTED TO TOSS IT OR ALTER IT OR KEEP IT AND SEE NOW I'LL KNOW YKNOW AND NOW I CAN JUSTIFY SHIT LIKE "OH HEY PURGATORY'S HAPPENING IN JUNE THIS TIME BC I WANT THE BREAKFAST TRIO TO EXIST FASTER AND FUCK YOU" WITHOUT IT FEELING TOO WEIRD AND ALSO STUFF LIKE CODE LORE AND ALL THIS OTHER NONSENSE LIKE DAMN WOULD BE PRETTY COOL I MEAN ONE SINGLE FUCKING INTERACTION BETWEEN SLIME AND MARIANA COULD SEND ME CAREENING DOWN A PATH PREVIOUSLY THOUGHT UNIMAGINABLE I COULD MAKE THIS FIC THAT'S BEEN SIMMERING SINCE LAST MAY A REALITY I COULD DO IT THIS COULD FIX ME. THIS COULD FIX ME

but yeah i'm glad i allowed myself to get invested in this server. i think y'all are cool, and i think the admins did amazing with everything they were given even though they shouldn't have been given it the way they were, and the ccs were cool and i'm glad everything happened yknow. maybe things will keep happening and maybe not but yknow what. i became All Powerful. i started watching as someone who knew english and some french and now i am someone who knows english (100%), slightly more french (like 70%), a workable understanding of spanish (like 40%) and a slightly less workable understanding of portuguese (like 20%) they added german to nerf me specifically. they knew i was getting too powerful. yeah, i spent some time as a kpoppie, i have a tiny miniscule understanding of korean (5%) german i have 0 experience with they added german to nerf me and then this happened to nerf me further. make no mistake they cannot stop me. i will become all powerful.

like cmon. if it ends here it was never all bad. i don't even have to use google translate to understand roier shittalking in the chat. i can just read it. i couldn't do that before :D and i can make my chilean friend keysmash bc she's not used to me knowing any spanish at all

we've grown strong over the year, haven't we? i hope we will continue to, no matter what :D

#qsmp #shut up vic #block game brainrot #yippee!!#i don't think this is a 'so long and thanks for all the fish' moment to be honest #but perhaps!#hmm i tried not to make this a goodbye post since idk the future #if any of our wonderful admins see this thank you very very much for your hard work!!#you truly made this server; its memories are all yours :D thank you for everything #long post #it was really nice to be part of an active tumblr community #i don't think i've ever been active in a fandom that was as passionate as this one #i learned a lot and i've had a lot of fun! even when it's a shitshow lmao #yea anyway lmao i should send this i think i should stop looking at it #this is long and rambly and silly sorry for the wall of text and especially the all caps part #maybe someday that fic will exist but i gotta be better Cultured yknow #accents are hard to write i must Study ✍️ perhaps i shall do MUCH vod crawling now that i'm not distracted by oodles of live content >:D #see! silver lining #IDK I NEED TO SEND THIS LOVE YOU GUYS SORRY THIS IS A MESS

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rush-the-stars · 1 year

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heyyyyyyyyyyyy cielo.....any thoughts perhaps on. getou being a freak. maybe. perhaps.

you mean king freak himself? the freak of all freaks? OF COURSE I DO.

cw: a lil mention of smut

i think he tries to come off as—i don’t know, charming? normal enough that people would gather behind him in some way? believe in him? desire him?

(he’s always been a false god, ya know? a false idol.)

but he’s just so…far from normal.

i think especially when he sets his sights on you it’s just so—well, he starts to reveal his cards a little more, doesn’t he? perhaps on accident.

but it starts subtly enough.

i think he plays this sort of mind game where he…rewards you for behavior he likes in you (relying on him, lavishing him in your attention, obeying him), and punishes you for behaviors he doesn’t like (being willful or headstrong, dividing your attention to anyone else). but it’s so small. it’s so imperceivable at first. so sly and insidious.

he gives you more attention when you listen to him.

he’ll ignore you if you don’t, or pretend he’s busy.

(and if you’re a paramour of his already, it’s even worse. your rewards are his fingers in your mouth while he sits you in his lap, cooing praise that reaffirms his ownership of you, that makes your lashes flutter.

punishments are being endlessly tormented with no reprieve. being used by him. perhaps, sitting with him inside you for so long, thick and unmoving, that you start to cry. and beg for him to soothe the ache.)

and then it becomes more obvious. gifts when you do as he asked. a cutting reprimand when you don’t, one that leaves you in tears he so loves to see.

he sort of…brainwashes you.

until suddenly all you willingly want to do is follow his advice and focus on him, it takes a little longer for you to give up autonomy and rely on him but—

he’ll break you in. he’s gotten you this far.

he just requires complete devotion. no room for another god, ya know?

but in turn, i think he’ll give you complete devotion back.

or whatever it is, when he covets you like that, when he makes sure all you can ever want or need is—

Him.

#WE ALL KNOW HE IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST WEIRDOS FR FR #i have a lot of horrible creepy gross thoughts ab hik they will come out one day #thank you vic for letting me ramble ab him 😌😌#suguru getou x reader #getou x reader #jjk x reader #cielo writes #drabble

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phlurrii · 1 year

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This is kinda a shot in the dark, but I wonder if Missingno. being a placeholder Pokémon (the glitch one from the games, I mean) has something to do with why they look so much like Meau.

Meau seems to be one of a kind and presumably the only ancient mew created, and in the animatic the way that Missingno. appears almost as if they are nontangible. Maybe, somehow, Missingno. came to be as a sort of placeholder in the universe while Meau created new Pokémon, the incarnation of potential and what could be but isn’t yet and which maybe might ever be- a shadow of a possibility. And since Meau made Pokémon by using its own DNA, it would also explain why the shadow remnant the creation process left behind would form as almost a mirror image of Meau. Instead of a glitch In a game, Missingno. would be sort of a glitch in the creation process itself

Or maybe it’s not that and Missingno. was the remnant of something that Meau or Arceus ‘scrapped’, just like a game would do. But they didn’t expect anything would be left behind afterward

Also cause I’m curious, (sorry if this has been asked before) is Meau pronounced ‘me-yo’ as a reference to meiosis?? Since Meau has created almost every Pokémon it would make sense so I was wondering

I hope this long text block is ok… apologies for it!! I’m a big fan of your art and I’m super excited to see what happens next!!

Let me just say, I LOVED reading this. I’m amazed missingno has caused so much fascination and I’m very excited to slowly reveal some things about them… slowly. But getting into the meat and potatoes of this, I will say your first guess has a couple of things that are in the right ball park ;3

There’s a very specific reason missingno looks like an ancient mew, but is still noticeably different from Meau if you pay close attention. The most I can say, is there are only 1.5 Ancient Mews in existence. That is the only hint I can give for now towards their origin and relationship to Meau.

As for Meau and Meiosis? Definitely a coincidence, but a neat one nonetheless. Meau, in this case, wouldn’t need to halve their own chromosomes for reproduction. They just selectively choose what genomes they want for the Pokémon, use Mitosis in the sense they clone that part of them into an egg, and bing-bada-boom, new egg, no pesky birth or partner needed! That also goes for Mew, except they actually carried mew to term and had them like they would a normal kit; but even then, they wouldn’t need to use Meiosis since there’s no other secondary source to add to it. I think the technical term and closest to how Meau does it is Binary Fission.

I apologize for the science lesson, cells are neat.

#also I’m flattered by the wall of text #I had a lot of fun reading it and comparing my plans #thank you ;3!#Diamond-vic #mew #ancient mew #the ancient mew #missingno

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ambrossart · 5 months

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Obsessed with Kriss, a student who I think only appeared for one second in the first chapter to tell Evelyn to eat shit, getting so many votes in the poll. She’s really that iconic

It’s so funny that she got 13% of the vote. She’s only in like two scenes, but I guess she left her mark on the story. (She’ll continue to make random appearances, though.)

Not at all surprised to see Georgie win. His death is gonna be heartbreaking. 😞

#also special shoutout to Vic’s mom #she got a lot of love in that poll #if only her son showed her the same love #answered asks #thanks for the ask!#paper men #ambrossart

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pheedraws · 2 years

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the feminine urge to listen to ethel cain's ptolemaea and completely redraft a fic outline i haven't touched in months

#thank you preacher's daughter (2022) for my life #oh to be cursed with creative inspiration during the busiest month of the year for me #hoarding these vibes and au ideas like a squirrel #i need to w r i t e #and subject vic to more aus created solely for thirst reasons #she is carrying around an awful lot of guilt after all.............

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impeccablebackside · 2 years

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Victoria and Plato for A, F, J, M, and S please.

Nice anon, nice. More Platoria involved stuff is never a bad thing, and you know I will never turn down an opportunity to go off about them. If you want more Plato specific stuff (that was basically all Platoria in all fairness), see my previous post. Anyway, this will further continue the trend of that post and all others on this blog that are about either of them:

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Both of them are quite spent after they are finished fucking one another's brains out and serving their souls some good pleasure. Vic takes time to clean herself to return to the prim and proper queen she embodies, making sure her fur is back in order (and getting any cum out of it). Plato usually sits in a touch of quiet contemplation after, mostly because his mind is still levelling off from what he experienced. He almost always helps to clean her off once he floats back down to earth, and spends extra time cleaning her headfur becuase he cannot help kissing her over and over again. After the short time when they are both idle, Vic turns to watch Plato, who is always looking at her with a smitten love blazed across his face. No matter how many times he is intimate with her, he cannot believe he is the one she chooses to be with.

Whether it be pre- or post- sex, they both absolutely love the quiet time spent cuddling with one another. It fills both of them with an euphoria that they cannot get any other way. Being appreciated by someone else in such a close physical relationship makes Vic feel so special and safe. Particularly, Plato giving her head pats and rubbing her face makes her melt and the all held stress is unwound. Attention to her ears and the fur under eyes comforts Vic, and she gets sleepy. Sweet, affectionate kisses between the two of them alongside this elevate the aura of love. Curled up together with her man is her favourite place to be, and after sex they drift off content and wrapped in the warmth of each others arms.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Vic's favourite positions are with her getting it when she is face down ass up on all fours, or where she is on her back, legs splayed open as much as possible. For both of these, she needs to be railed, and her man Plato always obliges. They tend to go at it in more adventurous positions as well, usually with Plato holding her off the ground and fucking her in his arms. When she is with Rumple, she likes to lay back and get lowkey worshipped, with Rumple's head firmly planted between her legs.

Plato's fave position is one where he can see Vic's face while they are fucking. They usually make direct eye contact and often kiss while they are intimate, seeing the excitement and pleasure in their looks as they go through it, and that always makes it even better for him. Otherwise, he does have a soft spot for sitting around her from behind with his head on her shoulders while he fingers her. That mix of intimacy and pleasure always gets him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Victoria is a gentle, teasing masturbator that slowly builds and edges herself with her own fingers over a period of time. Losing herself in the pleasure, taking time to enjoy every stroke and movement. She is mindful of giving her clit attention. Typically, she lays on her back, with her legs spread open, knees bent, and tail swishing thinking about being fucked by someone, or fantasizing about things she would like to try. Maybe how she wants to ride someone’s face or get pinned down and ravaged.

Plato typically jerks it only if he has to, and Vic is not around. He finds a very secluded spot in the junkyard as has at it, with the white queen heavy in his thoughts. Nothing special needed or anything, just privacy and a bit of time. Though, he is sometimes reduced to stroking himself while watching Vic put on a solo show for him, Vic and Rumple going at, or a mix that has teases thrown in for him. He cums right away every single time anyway, and is sometimes happy enough being the spectator.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Vic gets turned on by the excitement and strength of Plato. When he lifts her up and touches her body, she gets aroused immediately. The want he has for her drives her crazy somedays, and she gets just a riled up at his lust for her. While Vic is the more dominant one in their relationship, when Plato gets that feral look in his eyes, and lifts her up, all that changes as she is gently manhandled. She relishes in it though, being wanted like that. Even though she is regal in some aspects, she usually likes being fucked with intent and treated less delicately. There are of course times for restraint and taking it in more slowly, but she is all for being made to be a ‘ragdoll’ to her lover. With Rumple, that same sense of excitement works her up, but it is a different feeling. Vic lets out her silly side and goes along with the rush of eagerness. She is more libel to do something considered 'risky' because of the other queen's influence.

For Plato, this was addressed in my previous post with alphabet prompts, so kindly read over that. However, expanding on those thoughts, Plato gets turned on quite a bit when seeing Vic flaunt herself, even if it is mostly unintentional. The grace she carries her body with gives him feels, and he loves seeing her from behind. He likes her ass. A lot. Otherwise, Vic is a masterful tease, and sometimes shows off a bit with little wiggles, eye contact, or leg spreading directed at her man that reduces him to a bumbling mess until he gets ahold of her later on.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Victoria and Plato both have an agreement that once is usually good enough, assuming they are tired enough afterwards. There is always tomorrow or later to get another round in if needed. Vic gets overstimulated fairly easily, so once her orgasm hits, she is already at her peak and stay sensitive for a while. Plato gets floaty after fucking Vic, and too much of a good thing will fry his brain more. They are cognizant enough to pace themselves when the horny strikes, especially since it is so often. They are well matched due to that, always ensuring that the other is comfortable and alright with everything.

However, when they get to chasing the bliss of pleasure, this can go by the wayside. Plato with dig himself in and keep thrusting into Vic after they both cum, chasing more pleasure and more moans out of her as she begs for more. Not too long after the first climax comes another mutual one that leaves them both utterly shattered and awash in a post nut love that is hard to match. After this, they take a deserved break. Two times in short succession is all they can handle.

#immense thanks for the ask anon #i know i am not getting these answers back super quickly but i write a lot and i am busy with work #keep sending them though #but yeah more platoria stuff to make the world go around #and plato stuff on his own too but the vic influence will always be there for me #you do not understand anon they love each other so much #the lust is there of course but it is secondary to their infatuation #but hhhgh the idea of Vic teasing Plato throughout the day like that gives me FEELS

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koheletgirl · 2 years

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hii punisher for the ask game? (or hsm 3 u can decide)

confession time ive only watched hsm 1 and 2

punisher!

dvd menu - hhhhhmmmmm hhhmhhhhmmmmmmmmmmm

garden song - everything's growing in our garden / you dont have to know that it's haunted

kyoto - i don't forgive you / but please don't hold me to it

punisher - man i wish that i could say the same / i swear im not angry that's just my face / a copycat killer with a chemical cut / either im careless or i wanna get caught

halloween - sick of the questions i keep asking you / they make you live in the past / but i can count on you to tell me the truth / when youve been drinking and youre wearing a mask

chinese satellite - i want to believe / that if i go outside ill see a tractor beam / coming to take me to where im from / i want to go home

moon song - you couldn't have / you couldn't have / stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody / who loved you more / so i will wait for the next time you want me / like a dog with a bird at your door

savior complex - all the bad dreams that you hide / show me yours / and ill show you mine

icu - if you're a work of art / im standing too close / i can see the brush strokes

graceland too - no longer a danger to herself or others / she made up her mind and laced up her shoes / yelled down the hall but nobody answered / so she walked outside without an excuse

i know the end - over the coast everyone's convinced / it's a government drone or an alien spaceship / either way we're not alone / ill find a new place to be from

send me an album & I'll pick my favorite lyrics from every song

#SO THE THING ABOUT I KNOW THE END #god god hold on wait a minute i need to collect my thoughts #so the thing about i know the end #is that it references other songs on the album #and it like builds up to the end while doing that #and then the end comes and it's the instrumental from the first track #im going insane #anyway so i chose a lyric from i know the end that references chinese satellite #a. bc lyrically it's my favorite song on the album and b. bc i feel a very personal connection to it and to the line from it i chose #so it brings me comfort. i want to believe that if i go outside ill see a tractor beam coming to take me to where im from >>>#ill find a new place to be from #when you really get into the album and the lyrics the scream in the end makes a lot more sense #like yeah i wanna scream for a minute and a half too right now thank you phoebe #anyway. AAAAAHAHAHHHHAHHH #ask game #vic tag

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wolvertooth · 3 months

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hi can I tell you something I feel bad for Victor Creed because I get it growing up in an abusive household It is not easy I had an abusive father but my dad went to prison and I'm glad he went to prison because he's out of my life now and I won't have to be afraid of him anymore and I'm glad my mom has a new man in her life anyway I just think Victor Creed deserves a better life and I think people need to understand that Victor Creed is just broken he wasn't born a villain he was just made like that and it's also his family's fault for turning him into a villain all he ever wanted was acceptance and understanding but we live in a world where people judge other people for being different and that's just messed up I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time I just want to say I feel so sorry for Victor Creed and this is why he's my favorite character not mystique she gets on my nerves she's toxic

u aint wasting my time, dw‼️💕

thanks for sharing ur personal stuff w me(+ anyone who reads this), n im glad u dont have to be as scared anymore. i hope you've managed to find some comfort since then🩷

its real nice that so many of us can relate our trauma to this kittycat....it does totally suck that we live in such a judgemental world, but i think theres hope. i mean, i dont think realistically judgement can be erased, more so that we need to realize that u can keep a lot of it to urself. and that u need to ask urself 'is this my genuine opinion, or have i just been told to think this? how do i really feel? does it actually bother me? is it bothering me in a way thats actually harming me?" yknow stuff like that. ik it seems kinda obvious, but you'd be surprised how many of ur thoughts arent actually ur own. we could all benefit from bein a bit more conscious n aware of how we genuinely view things.

#asks #also i think it was a mix of his family + the real world once he escaped out into it #he couldnt really catch a break due to being so visable..which can be said about a lot of things. not just being a mutant.#some people can hide their difference. and some cant.#i enjoyed this ask btw thank u for trusting me w it ^^ made me feel like a vic confessional....

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softsapphicvibes · 6 months

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i love your gifs! how do you make them!?

thank you!! I really appreciate that 🥰🥰 I just use this website and fiddle with all of the settings until I get a gif I like 😊

#I know they're not as high effort high quality as other people's but I just really like archiving videos I like as gifs on my blog lol #also i've been using lots of unofficial/fan videos for my vic gifs so i'm taking this opportunity to say that i always ask permission!!#and i always give credit lol #anyway thank you for liking my gifs 🥰🥰#ask #answered #anonymous

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svtskneecaps · 7 days

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literally it's 3am where i live and i'm on mobile but FUCK IT i haven't posted any actual writing in like a YEAR on this blog whose description include the words "I WRITE" and i can't tell if i'm even going anywhere with this so fuck it under the cut is the prospective absolute mess of the first chapter of the flipo family time loop fic. (for clarity, flipo family as in slime, mariana, and juanaflippa) this covers loop 0, aka the relevant parts of canon. words: 1630

parts of it i popped off with and other parts i hate; up to you to identify them. also the italics and other formatting got erased when i copy pasted and i'm re-adding all of it by hand so if i missed a spot, no i didn't. if i missed an accent on a letter in spanish that was a typo, if i missed a ¡ or ¿ that may have been on purpose.

oh and for obvious reasons, content warning for mentions and mild descriptions of child death and child murder. no blood, and most of it is a three word mention; i'd say the brief paragraph beginning "Tilín didn't scream" is most of the reason this warning exists.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

He’d been hoping for a bright, sunny day to start their vacation, but was sorely disappointed. The portal had apparently taken them pretty far, since they’d gone from noon to night time. Talk about jetlag. They hadn’t even been on a plane.

“What happened to the other guys?” he wondered aloud as he stepped onto the platform.

“Yeah no clue,” Phil said, scanning the empty station. “Thought they’d meet us here.”

“Guys!” one of the Spanish speakers--Vegetta, he’d said, when they’d all met up at the first station--called, from a lectern at the wall. “There is a book!”

They crowded around as he read the instructions aloud--something about pressure plates, Slime wasn’t paying that close of attention. He was a little more preoccupied with making sure it only felt like his brain was dripping out of his ears. That would be kind of embarrassing.

Which was not to say that he wasn’t enjoying the constant onslaught of people talking over each other using words he may or may not understand. In fact, it was the opposite; he was frankly thriving in the absolute chaos that kicked back up around him as a timer appeared in the wrist communicators they’d been provided along with their tickets.

“Como se dice ‘we are going to die now’?” He giggled, chasing Phil and Fit to one end of the station.

“¡Vamos a morir!” shouted Spiderman, echoed seconds later by the black bear in the collared shirt.

Giddy over the high of attempting to use his high school foreign language for the first time maybe ever, Slime absolutely didn’t contribute much to solving the puzzle, and before long the sound of the timer ticking down was accompanied by a loud buzzing alarm.

“It’s been an honor!” he shrieked at the top of his lungs. “It’s been an honor!”

The bear ran past them again, shouting, “I’m going to die!” in English this time.

“Adiós amigos!” Slime yelled.

The countdown ended.

And then his communicator buzzed, and there was a video playing on the screen, showing a cartoonish yellow duck in front of a blurry beach stock photo. He skimmed it absently--some generic welcoming message and another side quest for them--distracted by Maximus audibly losing his shit laughing across the station.

“Come on, I’m trying to take a vacation, I gotta work now?” Fit complained. “This is ridiculous.”

Slime wanted to jump on that bit, but the message cut off with coordinates marred by static and the noise of the emergency weather alert system and he lost his train of thought completely.

“I got the English book!” Spreen called, holding it with two fingers like it had personally offended him.

“English leader,” Vegetta said, seeming to find that amusing.

“English leader.” Spreen laughed and flicked the book away. Slime stepped back but somehow it still nailed him in the chest.

“Guess I’m reading then,” he said cheerfully.

“In Spanish?” Maximus said.

“Um.”

Vegetta called something, backing across the plaza with the book open in his hands. Phil backed up to the wall.

“Here,” Phil instructed, “we’ll read it here.”

“Okay okay.” He flicked it open. “So we have to get water wheel planks--”

Their peace lasted a grand total of thirty seconds as voices suddenly began shouting, overlapping in chaotic chorus.

“What is that?” Fit demanded.

“Is that coming from the other side?” Phil stared up at the top of the wall.

“This is the thinnest thick wall I’ve ever seen,” Slime said, giddy laughter bubbling out of him again. “Is this thing made out of pencil shavings? If I sneeze on it, is there gonna be a hole?”

“Nevermind, we’ll read it over here.” Phil dragged them away again, but the Spanish speakers were dispersing into the trees.

“Forget the book,” Fit said, “follow them!”

(In the end it was explosives that took the wall down, which in hindsight was a precursor to how a not insignificant portion of time on the island was spent. The first day, however, it was just funny, much like everything else.)

(That was to say, the first first day.)

The communicator had indicated that today there was something special planned, so he made an extra effort to wake up.

“Morning Jaiden!” he called to his upstairs neighbor.

“Hi Charlie!” He could hear her farming through the wall. “Glad you woke up on time!”

“Well you know, you know, El Backflipo couldn’t miss it,” he joked, sifting through his backpack. “Got any spare food? I’ll trade you uno backflipo.”

“I have so much toast, come here and get some, free of charge.”

With a quick backflip and some toast to start the day, he popped open the map.

“There’s a lot of people down the wall,” he noted, their green dots so clustered they formed one. “Wanna check it out?”

“Yeah sure.” Jaiden tossed some seeds into a chest. “Do you know what this event’s gonna be?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted cheerfully.

She laughed. “Yeah, me neither. I guess there’s an egg involved, but that’s all I know.”

He dug around in his backpack for a paraglider, nodding along. “Yeah, yeah, un huevo, I get you.” Shuffling the landmine from Vegetta to one side, he yanked out his glider and threw himself out her window. “Let’s go!”

(nothing like getting struck by lightning to wake a guy up in the morning)

Slime fiddled with the communicator as he waited for the line of people to get through the ticket machine; he already had his own, a nice B for Backflipo. The new live translations still boggled his mind. He had to fight the urge to chant weird shit under his breath, just to see what the bubbles would say.

He paid a little extra attention when Mariana walked up to the machine. That guy seemed cool. They’d done that pequeño dormir together on day one, and he had a good sense of humor. Egg parenting would probably be funny.

He was thrilled to see the B for Backflipo on the ticket Mariana stepped away with, even if Mariana was decidedly less so. This was gonna be good.

(it was, and it wasn’t)

So, Mariana wasn’t exactly the coparent of dreams. Then again, Slime was pretty sure Mariana could say the same about him. In fact he was pretty sure Mariana had said the same, but in Spanish, when he wasn’t checking the translation.

It was great. They thought they’d killed a child immediately and then decided to fake their own child’s death to get away with it, and then confessed their sins to a bilingual angel and built a farm and then he buried himself beneath an improvised cross and went into a coma until his sins were forgiven, or something, except his sins weren’t forgiven in time to save his own child’s life.

And then Juanaflippa was dead. Dead at Mariana’s hand.

His bitch wife killed their daughter.

(Everything went faster, after that.)

Slime wanted to kill him.

Slime wanted to kill him for killing their fucking daughter, but of course, Mariana couldn’t even be bothered to be around to take care of her alive, never mind to pay for his crimes when she died by his hand!

(in a better world, his rage started and ended there. in a better world, the anger fizzled out with the lack of a target.

this was not that world)

There couldn’t be an Egg Event with no eggs.

If he killed them all, it would bring her back.

(in a worse world, he succeeded. in a worse world, the Egg Event ended there.

this was not that world)

They held a trial.

If he won, it would bring her back.

(in another world, he didn’t convince them. in another world, they left his daughter in Hell.

this was not that world)

Tilín was still before she hit the ground.

Tilín didn’t scream. Maybe they didn’t have time. It happened so fast. He was sure it happened fast. Almost too fast. But everything went so fast, now, even though Flippa was back. Yet, time slowed down for this, like a rubberneck driving past a highway accident, watching him desperately trying to shock their heart back into motion.

“YOU KILL MY BEST FRIENDS,” Flippa wrote. He begged her to understand. She wrote, “i can’t believe it.”

She wrote, “I HATE YOU.”

(in a better world, the error would have been caught in April instead of July.

this was not that world)

His daughter fell to his bitch wife’s sword. The same way. The next day.

They’d only just gotten her back. And Mariana killed her again.

He only left eggxile for the funeral. She wouldn’t stay dead, but he had to be there.

Time went even faster after that. He was Gegg, or maybe Gegg was him, or maybe Gegg was Gegg, or maybe. . . ?

He went back to eggxile.

He wasn’t leaving without them. Tilín. Juanaflippa. He would do whatever was necessary. He would pray to any higher power. Lil J still owed him a goddamn favor, but the guy wouldn’t pick up his calls. Maybe if he put more shit in the shrine; angels liked shiny shit, didn’t they? He went back to the mine, where the gasses swirled in his head. He built the shrine. He mined. He built the shrine.

He went back to the mine.

“This is where I sit, this is where my bitch wife sits, and this is where my daughter sits, if I had one!”

He’d said that before. No he hadn’t. Yes he had.

No, he just needed to clear his head.

Charlie Slimecicle went back to the mine.

Charlie Slimecicle stepped off the train.

#qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp juanaflippa #won't tag his partner since he didn't get to star much in this part #this idea is at its core a flipo FAMILY fic though it starts out with slime #just. the problem is getting to that point. bc beyond these words i have like 500 more lmao #for anyone curious for directors commentary in the tags:#pequeño dormir' is on purpose; i figured that would be a mistake slime would make at day 14 on the island #i also omitted the ¿ and ¡ from slime's spanish dialogue for the same reason; it's as close to an actual accent as i can get in text #(accent as in accented speech not accented letter; speaking spanish with an american accent)#slime's quote at the end about where people sit is taken verbatim from one of his streams #at time of posting it is available on his vods channel titled 'we won the war. (qsmp)'#a lot of the day 1 dialogue and flippa's dialogue from tilín's death is also verbatim #oh and the sequence from the 'we won the war' vod carries a lot of weight in the idea (wasn't the spark but it filled some gaps)#for me the cave gases are what drives every loop; time rolls back whenever slime inhales too much gas and 'forgets'#i don't have exact mechanics about it but suffice it to say if ANYONE were to spend too much time in this random ass cave #they would also loop back in time; slime's just the one who in this timeline Happened to discover it #shut up vic #block game brainrot #yea idk i just liked some of the dialogue tbh i think this gets super messy after they get flippa and then brings it back around at the mine #it's got some messy pacing in that middle bit but the foundation of a time loop story is its loop 0 #that's what every loop after it has to call back to; that's the beauty of a time loop story #how is this different from loop 0; how is it the same #we've come so far only to get nowhere at all yknow #i'm a fan of stories rhyming but ESPECIALLY time loops so this is the setup for a lot of that #dude i gotta send this i've been sitting on parts of this draft for a year #may someone besides me read these words 🙏 thank you and goodnight #if people say nice things maybe i'll finally wring more words out of my brain. idk.#long tags

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hii it’s me again with another request (sorry)

Could you write smtg based off the song agora hills by doja cat? whatever member u prefer is fine 💕💕

anywayssss i love you smmm and u are an amazing person!! 💕💕🤭🧎‍♀️

omg that is such a cute song (if you squint hard enough past the public sex HAHAHAH)

Please never apologise for coming back for a request, you know I’ll always welcome you with open arms 🥰

Always thank you for being so sweet vic (if it’s okay to call you that~) and for giving me inspiration + pushing me write out of my boundaries. I genuinely appreciate it.

AND I LOVE YOU TOO 🗣️🩷😭

Where you and Seonghwa have a fight before his Grand Prix finals, but he still wins, and loses his fucking mind when he sees you still cheering for him despite that.

Genre/Warnings: racer au, smut, semi public sex, you fuck Seonghwa in his racer gear, IF YOU SQUINT HARD ENOUGH THERES LIKE ANGST (it isn’t heavy don’t worry), creampies, mild dacryphilla, unprotected sex, sweaty sex

You storm past your partner into the hotel room, trying to let the anger dissipate. Seonghwa is trying to get to you, explaining what you saw. You know that it couldn’t be helped, but feel the thorns prickling your heart when you couldn’t even approach him when you caught one of his overly zealous and nepotistic fans with her hands over him during the after party. Nothing much could done because;

a. He couldn’t do anything about it because the relationship between the both of you had to be kept a secret, his management did not like the thought of entertaining Seonghwa in a relationship when his career is at his peak;

b. The Grand Prix finale was tomorrow. A lot of stakes were in place, and Seonghwa knew better than to fuck it up, especially when he’s worked so hard to get where he is now. He’s so close.

He’s also so fucking close to just wanting to let the world know how possessive he is over you.

“You know it’s not like that right?” and he goes on and on. You know that it’s part of his job—to network, get more sponsors, even if it meant letting other women get a little too close to him. You understand, you do, but oh god, it gets so fucking exhausting. You just wanted time for yourself to clear your head and process the whole thing, and potentially stabbing that nepo baby at least sixty times in your head.

Your arms are crossed. Arguing with him is the last thing you want to do right now, especially when the both of you barely escaped getting caught sneaking into his hotel room. All that for a fight to erupt between the both of you after a long and tense day on the track. You glare at him with a pout.

“I’m going home.”

Seonghwa whips his head so fucking fast, his eyes piercing right into you. He looks absolutely dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?”

You nod. “I’m sorry that I overreacted, but now, I’m not risking us getting caught when tomorrow’s the finals.”

Seonghwa wants to fucking pounce and cage you in. Before he even attempts to deflect your words, you cut him off-

“-and especially when you’re not the one dating someone who needs to keep a relationship a secret.” You sigh. “Please get some rest, Hwa.”

You pull the hotel door open, and leave promptly. Seonghwa stands there, his brows furrowed as frustration bleeds into him. He wants to so badly chase after you, but he knows you wouldn’t let him, not when there could be a chance to risk getting caught by anyone from his team.

As the cab pulls away further from the hotel, your phone is spammed by Seonghwa, and he’s explaining himself. You purse your lips, reading over his texts, but you only decide to reply a curt reiteration of what you told him earlier at his hotel room, and a “love you”, before unlocking your door to finally wash up.

A ping of guilt courses through you—you know you shouldn’t misunderstand or be jealous, but if anything, it was but how it made you feel, and it wasn’t pretty. You didn’t mean to show a perturbed expression when his eyes glanced at you after he barely managed to shake his little fan girl off him, but it was just automatic. And if anything, Seonghwa is just as possessive as you are, if not worse, especially when he sent death glares to your direction when another male had approached you, and periodically touched you up on your arms, which kind of caused the argument to even start in the first place.

Your eyes flutter close, exhausted, as sleep drags you in deeper, the last thing in your mind being Seonghwa.

The morning sun leaks through the windows of Seonghwa’s room. He’s already up, albeit half awake, getting ready for another whole day of racing. His mind was set on going all out for the finals, but something still remains at the back of his mind, and he doesn’t want to push it away. He thinks to himself, he wants to do it for you.

You only send Seonghwa a short text of encouragement, and he doesn’t reply. Then again, he is wrapped up with interviews over interviews, training and the finale would only start when dusk sets. You don a body con dress, paired with one of Seonghwa’s racer jackets you stole, might as well surprise him a little bit.

On the cab to the event, Seonghwa’s gorgeous face is plastered all over the Grand Prix news, as one of the rising stars. He looks absolutely stunning, no doubt, and it gets your heart racing too because you cannot believe he’s yours.

You take a seat amongst the noisy crowd around you. The atmosphere was getting really riled up, especially when the racers all appear on the big screen as they walk back stage to their cars. Your eyes are glued to the screen as Seonghwa appears in his racing gear, and he winks at the camera, a slew of fangirl screams burst around you, and you cover your mouth to suppress a giggle. All the hard feelings the night before faded off, and you heart felt full yet anxious for Seonghwa.

It takes awhile for the warm up and safety check to be cleared, but before you knew it, the checkered flags are raised and lights turned green, cheers roar across the tracks as the loud screeches of the cars overpower them.

Throughout the laps, Seonghwa falls in between 3rd and 4th place, you bite your lip, praying that he’s able to catch up. As the laps close in to its final rounds, Seonghwa slowly climbs up the position to first, and he maintains, amazingly. The night continues to burn with anticipation as the final lap commences, with Seonghwa neck to neck with another racer, switching between first and second.

The final corner becomes the make or break—as Seonghwa drifts, effectively overtaking just slightly before fully taking the spot for first.

And he speeds into the finishing line, winning championship.

You jump from your seat, your fingers clasped from the tension as the announcer is proclaiming Seonghwa’s win, and the screen flashes his winning race in slow motion. Your heart is pounding in your ears as the screams are blocked out. You are so proud that nothing leaves your lips as you fight the tears from falling as you clap. The screen flickers to the car cam, and you see Seonghwa pumping his fist in victory as he rides through another victory lap.

The barricade has fans screaming Seonghwa’s name as he leaves the car and pulls his helmet off. He looks so fucking amazing even when he’s sweaty, and you can’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. You decide not to squeeze with the fans near the barricade, opting to stand further away.

Well, now where does this relationship go? He’ll probably be even further from you now.

A huge group of reporters swarm him, and he looks overwhelmed, that is until his eyes scan the crowd and lands on you, just when you’re ready to turn to leave.

Seonghwa’s heart skips a beat, his eyes are only tunnelling you as he pushes past the crowd, jumping past the barricade to where you are. You have a small smile on your face because you know he deserves all of this.

A tight grip on your hand halts you in your tracks, shocking you, as you turn around with wide and confused eyes. He pulls his goggles off. Before you could even process it, Seonghwa has his jacket that you’re wearing in his fist as his hands travel up cup your jaw—and he pulls you in for a deep kiss.

Your eyes shut as the kiss scatters fireworks beneath your eyelids, with Seonghwa’s lips right pressing against yours. Your mind is fuzzy, as your ears blocks out the loud screams of his fans. He pulls back after what feels like an eternity, before bowing politely at the group of fans and reporters in front of him as he leads you away.

From the circuit track to his hotel room, he never once let go of your hand, probably only gripping it tighter the closer he got to his room. He doesn’t say a damn thing either, probably because he still has the adrenaline pumping in his veins. Nonetheless, you still can’t tell what he’s thinking, and you’re wondering if he’s still upset.

At least not until the moment the door closes behind you.

Because he turns his heels right at you as devours your lips, not letting go at all, even as peels off his jacket, then yours.

He finally pulls back, giving you a breather. His eyes look absolutely wild as he tugs his jacket off you, exposing the way your dress hugs your curves, and his breathing becomes heavier.

“Fuckin hell. You don’t know how much it drives me insane when you’re wearing my jacket over something fuckin slutty like this. Fuck,” he groans, kicking his shoes off. You stare at him breathlessly as you remove your shoes as well, but your gaze never leaving how Seonghwa looks so fucking good with a compression shirt on—the way it hugs his biceps, the way it pulls taut against his chest and abdomen, the gorgeous bounce of his fucking tits every time he shifts his arms. He doesn’t remove his top before pulling you right back into his arms, his hands snaking up to grab your braless tits, which makes him groan again.

“Fuck, you’re not even wearing a bra. Are you fucking kidding me?” His erection presses hard against your thigh, and you’re working through your brain to find and answer amidst being trapped by pleasure. “And where did you think you were running to, looking like that?”

“N-nowhere! I thought you’d be caught up with the report-“ he cuts you off with another hungry kiss. God, he’s so desperate that you can’t help feel the heat pool between your legs. It doesn’t help that he had pulled your dress down past your chest, and his hands are all over your tits, sending sparks down your your spine, right to your pussy. Seonghwa pulls away once more, licking the string of spit that connected the both of you.

Seonghwa hums. “Mmm. Shouldn’t have asked. I’d still fuck you dumb anyway.” Your grip on his arm tightens. His fingers snake under your dress, tugging on your panties as he pulls the pair down, and pockets the pair of panties. The wet patch of slick doesn’t go unnoticed by him. His gaze locks onto yours as he makes sure you watch him cover his fingers with spit before his fingers head south. His fingers meet your slick that covered your cunt and scoffs.

“You’re already so fucking wet already”. He doesn’t give you a chance to answer as his fingers begin rubbing your clit. You lean forward and sigh as you use his shoulder to lean your head on. He lets you for a moment, adoring the way you’re beginning to squirm underneath him. Then he’s grabbing your waist and then dumping you right on the couch, pushing your legs open for him. Your cunt glistens with slick right for him, and Seonghwa is more than ready to dive in, giving a lick before fully immersing his tongue right into your sex, flicking his tongue against your clit, his hands squeezing your thighs. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and your head is thrown back as you tug his slicked back hair. If you weren’t seeing stars, you’d be seeing the fucking heavens.

Seonghwa hits a pace where you’re beginning to see white spots beneath your eyelids and the knot tugs hard in your stomach. Your thighs contract immediately, but Seonghwa keeps them apart, because he knows that’s the sweet spot. He knows it makes you tingle and it gets him so fucking excited. His tongue works even quicker on your clit and your orgasm builds so fucking quick and your whines climb up in octave, music to Seonghwa’s ears.

“There, there. Oh fuck. I’m cumming. Oh my fucking god”, leaving your lips like a mantra, alongside more whines of his name as your orgasm tingles through your body in waves. His tongue presses against your clit and he sucks on your clit, causing you to jolt, tears already streaking from the overstimulation. Seonghwa’s moaning in your wet cunt, making sure he devours every part of your orgasm as his ego inflates. A broken cry leaves your lips as you release his locks, your hands slumping against the couch. Seonghwa presses a wet kiss against your cunt with a smile. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand as he towers over you, his erection staining his pants already. Oh god, you love the way your arousal is all over his plump lips nonetheless. He was made for eating you out. He leans in for another ravenous kiss—and he swears he can never get enough of it. Before you realise it, your dress is pulled back up past your tits.

His fingers gently intertwine with yours as he pulls you up, and leads you to-

“The balcony?” You question, your heart hammering in your chest. Seonghwa cracks a smile as he leans in.

“Yeah. I wanna show the world my girl. I’ll fuck you so good that I’ll make sure the world knows.”

“But-“

“It’ll be fine. I’m serious. We’re so high up and we’re clothed, well kind of ”, he comforts. You bite your lip, because fuck, it was definitely exhilarating to be fucked on the balcony. You wanted the world to know that he’s yours too and the thought of it only heats you up even more.

He leads you the beach chair at the side, where he makes you sit and hang your legs on either side of the arm rests, and he’s about to remove his compression top but your hands stop his before you realise it. He looks at you, concern flashes over his face for brief second.

“Fuck me with your racer gear on.”, you blurt out, curling your fingers against the taut fabric. Seonghwa’s expression immediately switches over to one of a smirk. “What have you been fantasising about, darling?” He pokes, looming over you with a cocky smile.

You can’t escape, the only thing that does is a small whimper. Seonghwa doesn’t push for an answer, because he’s busy yanking his pants down past his thighs, and his cock springs out, hitting his lower abdomen. He sighs as he gives his fat cock a couple of pumps while looking at you with your legs spread wide open for him, your pussy just salivating at the thought of him pounding into you into the next week.

He lines himself to your entrance and doesn’t warn you before he enters, and a squeal leaves your lips, then a soft cry as he pushes more inches into you—every inch going thicker and thicker as he goes down to the base, until he’s snug in your cunt.

“That’s my good girl. Warm and wet, just how I like it”, he whispers into your ears, as he strokes your thighs gently. More sobs leave you, your fingers pressing onto Seonghwa’s arms.

Just when you thought you couldn’t fit any more of Seonghwa, the sudden thought of him right now, fucking you in his uniform somehow swallowed more of his cock, earning you the most gorgeous moan from Seonghwa as his eyes roll back and his eyebrows scrunched.

“Baby-fuck!-just what are you thinking about? Squeezing me like this? Oh god”, his knuckles are whitening from his grip on the arm rest. He pulls out before starting a pace to fuck you with, and soon enough it’s only the sounds of skin slapping, both of your moans and the feeling of Seonghwa’s cock just pounding right into the perfect angle of your cunt that exists in this damn universe. You wouldn’t ask for more.

Your brain was becoming pulp, only soft sobs every time Seonghwa’s balls deep into you. You could only focus on how his biceps tensed against the fabric as his tits fucking bounced every time his slams his cock into you—which you definitely see it too—the way his pants hang just at his lower thighs, and his cock is just disappearing into your pussy, drawing out squelching sounds that were borderline obscene. Drops of sweat splatter onto your dress as he leans in to rest his forehead onto yours.

“So good. So fucking good to be inside you like this”, he curses, trying to not the feeling of his orgasm overpower him. As you were gradually losing yourself to the pleasure, he suddenly pulls back completely, and instructs you to face the night scenery with your ass out. He crumpled your dress to your waist, and his cock enters you again, causing you to draw a sharp breath. He doesn’t let you adjust—he just starts fucking you raw like that, leaving your mouth agape and eyes blown out from the pleasure.

He’s able to reach even deeper part of your pussy now, and he makes sure you fucking cry for him. “H-Hwa!”, you try to speak in between sobs. “Oh god, oh god. I can’t. It’s so deep.” Your hands barely have the strength to hold onto the rails as he is railing you from behind.

“That’s my pussy. Milk me dry baby”, Seonghwa grunts, his fucking becoming more erratic, admiring the way your ass bounces off his cock so naturally. “I’m cumming all the way in baby. Be a good girl and take it, yeah?”

And a drawn out moan fills your ears as his cum floods your abused hole, and you cry out as your second orgasm hits you, clenching his cock even more. A loud slap reverberates into the night as his hand lands on your ass, causing you to flinch and squeal.

“That’s it, baby. Oh, you’re such a good girl”, he hums, holding your hips as far as his cock would let him drive into you, letting cum dribble down your inner thighs. He pulls out slowly, admiring the way your cunt convulses, small loads of his cum and yours leak out of you. You release your grip from the railings and fall right into his arms, as he plants a loving kiss on your temple before whispering,

“I promise you’re the only one for me, baby.”

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