#this one's too long to make screens pff

[tgcg]

candid detail. my biggest project so far

hey happy new year

CG: DAVE?

TG: yeah?

CG: SOMETHING’S KIND OF FUCKING ME UP RIGHT NOW AND I NEED TO TELL YOU SPECIFICALLY ABOUT IT IN CANDID DETAIL.

TG: oh shit

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TG: yeah whats up

TG: not too often i get to be the sole audience to karkats grievances

CG: PFF, BULLSHIT. YOU'RE PRIVY TO WAY MORE ABOUT MY GRIEVANCES THAN BASICALLY ANY OF MY SURVIVING AND PRESENT FRIENDS, BY A SIGNIFICANT MARGIN, AND YOU KNOW IT.

TG: yeah and im boutta add another im like broses up on that hill bundled up in a long ass list of things that make the homies upset

TG: lay it on me

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CG: OKAY. SO.

…

CG: I’M KIND OF THINKING ABOUT JUST. US AND OUR BRO-DOM.

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TG: oh

CG: LET ME FINISH.

CG: ALL THIS TIME I’VE BEEN FUCKING FORCED TO SPEND IN THE DREAM BUBBLES MADE ME REALISE SOMETHING, AND THAT’S THAT…

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CG: THIS IS KIND OF RARE, RIGHT?

TG: what

TG: us

CG: YEAH! LIKE… THERE’S SO MANY THANKFULLY DEAD KARKATS I’VE HAD THE INSURMOUNTABLE GODDAMN DISPLEASURE OF FAILING TO AVOID THAT DON’T LIKE YOU, BARELY MET YOU, OR EVEN JUST DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU.

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CG: IT’S THE RARE AMBIVALENCE THAT REALLY GETS TO ME. I ABSOLUTELY UNDERSTAND A TIMELINE’S KARKAT FIRMLY DECIDING THAT THEY HATE YOUR ASS. NON-ROMANTICALLY I MEAN. THAT HAS BEEN ME, FOR FUCK’S SAKE. BUT THERE WAS NEVER, EVER!!! A POINT WHERE I JUST FELT NOTHING ABOUT YOU AT ALL.

CG: EVEN WHEN I INITIALLY HAD THE MISFORTUNE OF SEEING YOUR DOUCHEBAG SPECTACLES YOU GOT FROM YOUR BRO ON THE SCREEN, I AT LEAST HAD A STARTER DISH OF SKEWERED CONTEMPT TO WHET MY APPETITE. IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO IMAGINE NOT FEELING ONE WAY OR ANOTHER ABOUT YOU.

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CG: ONE TIME I MENTIONED YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF A THREE-WAY ARGUMENT AND ONE OF THE OTHER KARKATS SAID "WHO?"

CG: "WHO?"!!!!

TG: now thats fucked up

CG: IT IS! AND THAT'S WHAT MADE ME FIRST REALISE THAT NOT EVERY KARKAT IS GETTING TO HANG OUT WITH EVERY DAVE, AND VICE VERSA. AND THIS IS GOING TO SOUND LAME AS SHIT IN A WAY THAT I’LL NEVER EVER LIVE DOWN, BUT. I FEEL BAD FOR THEM ABOUT IT! YOU KNOW?

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TG: well you always feel bad about around and towards other yous so thats

TG: wait

TG: is or is not the nature of this moment of self-pity fuelled by malice anger disgust or any similar terms slash phrases

CG: I MEAN, FOR ONCE? DON’T GET ME WRONG, THE MALICE ANGER DISGUST ET CETERA IS STILL THOROUGHLY PERMEATING THE WHOLE ORDEAL. THE DAY I LOSE CONTEMPT FOR MY ALTERNATE SELVES IS THE DAY I GET TAKEN OUT BACK AND PUT DOWN LIKE THE LAME HOOFBEAST I’VE ALWAYS DREAMT OF BEING. BUT…

CG: I ACTUALLY JUST FEEL SAD FOR THEM, STRAIGHT UP. INDEPENDENT FROM TERMS PREVIOUSLY MENTIONED.

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TG: damn

CG: AND THAT FEELS INCREDIBLY WEIRD TOO. I CAN’T EVEN ARGUE WITH THEM ABOUT IT, IT JUST MAKES ME FEEL THIS SHITTY, SHOCKINGLY QUIET… GRIEF? ALMOST? FOR THEM. GENERAL NON-TROLLIAN FEELINGS. AND EXCEPTIONALLY NON-STANDARD IN A KARKAT-TO-KARKAT CONVERSATION, AS YOU MIGHT HAVE GUESSED.

CG: BUT I KNOW IF I TOLD ANY OTHER EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED REFLECTION OF MY OWN FECULENT INNER FILTH TO TALK TO YOU, OR EVEN JUST LOOK AT YOU ONE TIME, THEY’D ONLY SEE IT AS ANOTHER PERSONAL AFFRONT. LIKE I JUST TOLD THEM "HEY, SHIT ALL OVER YOUR FROND AND SNIFF IT, IT’LL BE AMAZING JUST TRUST ME, ABSOLUTELY ZERO REASON NOT TO."

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TG: you come up with the most potent mental images man youre the wordmeister of viscerally gross as hell vocab

CG: THANK YOU.

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CG: AND LIKE… SHIT, I DEFINITELY WOULD’VE FELT THAT WAY BEFORE I GOT TO KNOW YOU! I UNDERSTAND THE INNER MACHINATIONS OF THOSE IMBECILIC NOOKSTAINS BETTER THAN ANYONE EVER COULD, DESPITE MY BEST EFFORTS.

CG: KARKATS UNIVERSALLY DECIDING THAT THEY JUST CANNOT LIKE YOU ON PRINCIPLE IS A CRISIS OF SHIT HAPPENSTANCES. THE HAPPENINGS ARE ALL OUT OF WACK, COSMICALLY.

CG: LIKE EVERY ME WRITHED OUR WAY OUT OF THE BROODING CAVERNS AND THE FIRST CONSTELLATION WE SAW PEELING THROUGH THE EXOSPHERE, TWINKLING IN THE REFLECTION OF OUR HUGE RED GANDERBULBS, WAS A PAIR OF SHADES GETTING COVERED IN GASOLINE, FOLLOWED BY A CONSTELLATION OF A LIT MATCH.

CG: A SIMPLE EQUATION WITH A VERY SIMPLE SOLUTION.

CG: A SYSTEMIC EPIDEMIC, IF YOU’LL PARDON MY BULLSHIT.

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TG: it is a goddamn catastrophe sweeping the karkat population

TG: presidents on the headlines trying to get karkats everywhere to stop quarantining their asses and have a real heart to heart among themselves about the issue but they keep isolating anyways

CG: I STILL DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL A PRESIDENT IS. YOU’VE FAILED TO DESCRIBE IT AS ANYTHING MORE THAN A POORLY-SELECTED "DUDE CONDESCE" WHO DOES NOTHING PRODUCTIVE AND THEN EITHER DIES OR RUINS EVERYTHING, OR SOME CHAOTIC COMBINATION OF THE TWO.

TG: well that is exactly what it is but wait good point

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TG: tragedy strikes as the karkat population reveals it doesnt generally know what a president even is so it means jack shit to them that this dude is trying to get their attention

TG: and mr president he is getting voted the fuck out of office over this blunder just an embarrassing display

TG: the public trust has plummeted off the fucking chart and cratered the damn ground like a meteor

TG: or he could be the tenth to die in office yknow there was a pretty big stretch of no in-office deaths til 2009 so maybe some catchup would be good for everyone

CG: ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU WANT TO MAKE ANOTHER PRESIDENT, AND THEN KILL HIM?

TG: not me personally i just wanna be there and see it also is that dream bubble fucking huge or what

TG: must be the size of

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TG: jupiter

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TG: look all im saying is the end of the world coincided pretty notably with a dry spell in the presidential kill:death ratio

TG: i was tragically too busy not dying to see obama die live on television when an errant meteor hit the white house that was my one chance

CG: PFFFT.

TG: i want to keep a comically aloof finger on the pulse of the shit but i do not want to be among the shit

TG: but anyways guess its my turn on the pedestal

CG: BE MY FUCKING GUEST.

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TG: yknow uh im not gonna lie if present me went back to me age thirteen sippin my dubious aj in my pre-apocalyptic layer of hell that was texas and told me

TG: hey that gray text dude is probably gonna be your best friend if you give him a shot yall could be sweet bros in real life itll be awesome

TG: i mean disregarding the fact i already doomed that guy because i dont remember that happening to me

TG: id probably be casting some wicked aspersions on that shit

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TG: our whole friendship feels like a plot twist to my damn life story

CG: I HEAR YOU.

TG: its like our narratives bumped into each other hard on the street and decided yknow what yeah this pavement is pretty cosy lets talk about your dad

TG: but

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TG: dont get your think pans too wrapped up in that different timeline stuff

CG: IT’S THINK PAN. SINGULAR. NOBODY HAS MORE THAN ONE THINK PAN, EVER. IT IS A SINGULAR ORGAN. IF YOU WOULD LET ME READ A TROLL BIOLOGY BOOK TO YOU ONE TIME WE’D STOP BUMPING INTO THIS ISSUE.

TG: gotcha and no

CG: OBVIOUSLY.

TG: but anyways dude look

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TG: i am literally a time dude and i can tell you right now with all the sage wisdome of my knightitudes

TG: not a good way of looking at it

TG: ive met daves that didnt like you either it doesnt affect jack or shit because those daves arent me

TG: like they are in a way but

TG: me and all those other guys spent the whole game honing down these doomed timelines to a fine point and that point has obviously involved a whole lot of hanging out with you

CG: …

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TG: so

TG: maybe they just missed the point while you and me were on the breaking edge of that shit

TG: we got to the bottom line of it so it doesnt matter yknow

CG: HUH.

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TG: and i mean plus

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TG: ive seen a handful of alternate daves and karkats who get along uh great apparently so

TG: yknow

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CG: WHAT?

TG: you know what i fucking mean im not saying it

CG: ROLLING YOUR SHOULDERS AND SAYING "yknow" GENERALLY DOESN’T CONVEY FUCKING ANYTHING MEANINGFUL IN A CONVERSATION, DAVE.

CG: I’M NOT A PSYCHIC. YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO TELL ME WHAT YOU MEAN. IN CANDID DETAIL.

TG: its besides the point anyways

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TG: the point is its you right here that matters overall and you right here is chilling with me so thats gotta mean at least one or two things

CG: OKAY, OKAY, YEAH… I GET WHAT YOU’RE SAYING. I REALLY DIDN’T THINK ABOUT IT LIKE THAT.

CG: YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND BY NOW HOW IT’D BE REALLY FUCKING DIFFICULT FOR ME TO WRAP MY THINK PAN AROUND THE CONCEPT OF ME BEING THE RIGHT VERSION OF ANYTHING.

CG: BUT I FEEL LIKE THE AMOUNT OF TIME WE'VE SPENT TOGETHER CUMULATIVELY IN THIS TIMELINE MAKES UP FOR THE AMOUNT OF DAVES AND KARKATS WHO NEVER SPENT ANY AT ALL, BY AT LEAST TENFOLD.

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TG: heh yeah

HAHAH.

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CG: GOD. WHO WOULD’VE GUESSED THAT KARKAT VANTAS WOULD GET TOO FAR INTO HIS OWN THINK PAN ABOUT THIS BULLSHIT, RIGHT?

TG: stop repeating the words think and pan i get it already

CG: ARE YOU SURE? TOTALLY SURE? ABSOLUTELY ASSFUCK CERTAIN OF YOURSELF?

TG: yes dude

CG: ALRIGHT. KEEP IN MIND THIS WILL BE ON THE TEST LATER.

TG: im acing that shit i swear to god youre gonna eat your damn foot

CG: STRUT POD

TG: when i pass that shit to oblivion

TG: youre gonna regret doubting me

CG: OKAY, DAVE. THEN EXPLAIN TO ME WITH ALL YOUR SAGE WISDOME: WHAT IS A "LUMPSQUIRT"? AND REALLY, TAKE YOUR TIME THINKING ABOUT THIS. GOD KNOWS WE'VE GOT MOMENTS A-FUCKING-PLENTY TO SPARE.

TG: as the literal god of time in your local area i sure as hell do

CG: GO ON THEN.

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TG: …

TG: pass

CG: EXACTLY.

CG: ANYWAYS, I’M STILL GOING TO GO AROUND FEELING ANOTHER LAYER OF PITY FOR THOSE GRAY BULGEMUNCHERS THAT DON’T GET TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOU. NOT THAT ANYTHING ANY KARKAT COULD FUCKING DO WOULD EVER MAKE THEM DESERVING OF IT, BUT THAT’S ANOTHER CAN OF DIRT NOODLES ENTIRELY.

TG: yeah i feel bad for anyone who isnt buddy-buddy with the david stri too

CG: OF COURSE YOU DO. I’M GLAD WE’RE ON THE SAME PAGE HERE.

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TG: but also

TG: any dave who missed out on a slice of the realest homes in paradox space is a tragedy in my eyes

CG: Y--

TG: let me finish

TG: i just dont let it get to me so much cus… first of all ive been having to not let time shit get to me this whole damn game but also

TG: i know i have you here and thats whats important

TG: ok not "have" just

TG: how the fuck do i phrase that

TG: i know whatever is happening with other "us"es whatever shits goin down

TG: i can wake up and watch movies with you or hell i can even hang with you in there if i bump into you and thats what matters to me in this bro-dom thats what i wanna do

TG: and thats some real shit i just said feel free to co-sign it

CG: …

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TG: karkat i meant it

CG: … THANKS.

TG: no problem

#davekat #dave strider #karkat vantas #homestuck #this is literally at the image cap i hope you all like it #comix #candid detail

[simphornies]

AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOUR VOX CONTENT SHDKSJSJSJ- The skrunkly TV man is fr my latest obsession hahahaha! If you don't mind, I'd like to request a Vox x fem!reader where reader just loves messing with Vox(leaving sticky notes all over his things just saying the cutest stuff, lipstick marks all over his monitor and not saying anything until everyone but him notices, teasing him at work, etc.)

- 🖥️ Anon

A/N: I love writing stories where the reader teases and messes with Vox. Please do send more when requests open back up!

Word count: 1.3k (1,311)

Warnings: suggestive behavior and ending

Distraction - Vox x F!Reader

Vox squinted at everyone that looked at him funny today. Which was everyone. He didn’t understand why he kept getting looks from his employees. It wasn’t until Velvette took a selfie with him before running off that he realized he’d been walking around all day with his screen covered in kiss marks. And he knew exactly where the culprit was.

You lazily sat in Vox’s office chair, aimlessly scrolling through your phone. You looked up and saw blue electricity making its way towards you. You leaned over his desk, head resting on your palm with a sneaky smirk on your face. “Hey Vox!”

“Y/N! You know I love you but why the fuck would you send me off for the day with my screen like this?” He screamed before leaning close to your face. You giggled in response, giving him another kiss that left a mark.

“You didn’t ask.” You grinned, winking at him, “And how else am I supposed to let other people know that you’re mine?”

Your words made his face turn red, “Th-that’s—” He cleared his throat after it cracked, “That’s nonsense! You don’t have to prove anything, you know I’m yours and you’re mine. Any sinner stupid enough to test their boundaries will learn.”

You hummed as you wiped his face clean of lipstick marks, “Not good enough for me.” After his face was nice and clean, you got off his chair and gestured for him to sit.

He sat down and you immediately climbed on his lap. “You’re going to be the death of me.” He sighs, kissing the back of your neck softly.

“So dramatic.” You giggled.

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Vox wasn’t too busy the next day so he mainly stayed in his office, lazing around. It didn’t take long for you to happily waltz into his office. He was drinking his coffee when he looked up at you and immediately spat it out. “What are you wearing?” He coughed, “You didn’t walk around my building like that, did you?”

You laughed, “Heavens no! I came straight from my room to you. Do you like it?” You gave him a twirl, showing off your outfit with a wink. The outfit in question? A keyhole turtleneck with your laced bra peeking through. A laced bra he knew too well. It was your lingerie. You paired it with a skirt not too revealing but definitely hugged your curves perfectly with a small detail at the bottom that read ‘Vox’ with a heart.

He just stared at you after he recovered from his near death experience via coffee. “It’s…I like it.” He stuttered out. You walked around his desk and bent down to him.

“From how your eyes lingered, I’m going to safely assume you recognize something, huh?” You tease, “The powerful overlord wrapped around my finger all from a simple detail, how cute!”

“Pff! You’re the one wrapped around my finger.” He confidently says, his claw tracing his name on your skirt, “I’m free for a couple hours if you’re down for—”

Before he could continue flirting with you, you put a finger up to his lips. “I have a meeting to attend with Velvette, sorry babe.” You gave him a quick kiss on the lips before running out of his office.

He blinked, taking a little bit to process that you were indeed going out like that. He ran after you but you were long gone, already with Velvette. He groaned in frustration, jealous that other sinners will see you like that.

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You sat by his feet in his security room, on your phone once again and bored out of your mind. You looked up at Vox, admiring how focused he was when he was working. “Vox?” You softly spoke.

He reaches down and rubs the top of your head, petting you. “Hold on, baby. I’m working.” He muttered, attention still on his screens.

You huffed in response, wanting attention from him. He’d been so busy all week that he’s been ignoring your…needs…as of late. Your eyes wandered from his face down to his pants. You grin mischievously and slowly drag your hand up his thigh, feeling him tense up underneath your palms.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” He looked at you.

“Hm? Oh nothing. Don’t mind me.” You looked at him with innocent eyes. “Nevermind that. What’re you looking at?” You get up and sit on his lap, purposely positioning yourself to tease him.

“I’m…” His hands held your waist, “I’m looking at how the stats are from this show compared to that one. I need to see which one’s losing revenue so I can switch it up.” He explained, his focus faltering.

You nodded in response and pushed up on him, “Ah. I see. How about you take this show off? Not a lot of sinners talk about it online and I haven’t seen any recent reviews on it.” You shifted to turn your body so you can look at him, your movement creating friction where he wanted it the most.

“Uh. Sorry what? Can you repeat that?” His grip on your waist tightened. You caught his attention.

“Hm?” You smirk at his reaction, getting up and relishing in the disappointment in his face, “Oh. This show. No more of this show. I think I’m…distracting you. So I’ll be taking my leave. Love you, honey.” You leave him with a kiss. You were already out the door before he could protest, leaving him with a different kind of distraction.

.

“Um. Sir—” A sinner spoke up behind him. He turned around, irritated.

“What is it?” He asks, his impatience clear in his voice making his employee nervous.

“Um! You have…you have sticky notes…on your face.” He nervously stated before running away at the sight of his reaction.

Vox zapped to the nearest mirror and saw the multitude of notes on his face.

“Property of Y/N” clearly written on one of them. The others were little doodles of the two of you along with little hearts. He blinked, confused and wondering when you had the chance to do this. Then it clicked.

You were very touchy earlier that day, constantly caressing his screen while he was deep in his work and peppering him with kisses all over. You didn’t wear lipstick so he didn’t think that you’d left anything on his face. How foolish of him to think you weren’t up to something.

“Y/N!” He screamed loudly down the hallway. You quickly get up, “Val! Don’t tell him I’m here!” You said as you hid in his gun closet.

Vox swung the door open, looking around the room. “Val. Where is she?”

Valentino squinted at him. He leaned closer to make sure the little blobs of yellow on his screen was exactly what he thought it was. When he realized they were indeed sticky notes he burst out into laughter, further flustering Vox.

“Quit fucking laughing and tell me where she is! I know she’s in here!��� He yelled, screen a bright red.

Valentino took a picture of him and sent it to Velvette. “You look so fuckin’ hilarious.” He wheezed out as he gestured to your hiding spot.

Vox stomped over to his gun closet, swinging it open. You looked up at him, a nervous laugh escaping out of you. “Haha…Hey Vox!” You smiled.

He picked you up bridal style, walking to his room to punish you for being a little brat as of lately. Before he could make it to his room, an employee ran up and began to walk beside him.

“S-sir? You have meetings later tod—”

“Can’t you see I’m busy? Clear my schedule for the rest of the day.” He snapped at him and slammed his door.

Safe to say you got the attention you’d been begging for all week. And you definitely needed help to walk the day after.

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vees #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel oneshots

[lilac-hecox]

HI, I'm in love with your kinktober works 💞💞 I just wanna ask if you could write about Golden retriever Ian AU, something sweet with the other cast members (You can add Cat Anthony too but thats optional)😭😭

Just all love for him, I will love everything you'd do

Dog boy!Ian/Cat boy!Anthony - Wag

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For a golden retriever hybrid human, Ian was never as expressive as people imagined he would be. He knows it can be disappointing, his stoic nature, but he just isn’t as outwardly expressive as most people, or even most hybrids. Shayne is also a golden retriever, and he is the total opposite of Ian in every sense. He’s easily excited, ears shooting up with interest and his fluffy golden blonde tail wagging at the slightest hint of joy.

So, when Anthony returned to Smosh Ian suddenly finds all his puppy instincts kicking in. They’ll be filming and Anthony will be telling some story, some joke, and before Ian knows it, his tail wags a mile a minute as he giggles along.

“That’s so cute,” Courtney says, cooing at him.

Ian flushes a delicate pink, and his co-workers laugh fondly, the way they always tease each other within the company. Anthony is a black cat and he’s sleek yet affectionate by nature. He doesn’t have direct outward displays of his happiness besides the extremely rare times he purrs, so he’s quick to speak about those things that make him happy, that bring him joy.

“It just means he’s happy,” Anthony says, his voice dripping with fondness, and his own long, black tail laying lazily over Ian’s. The feeling of sleek fur against his own fluffy tail only makes Ian flush a deeper shade of pink and somewhere off-screen Kimmy calls cut for them to take a break.

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They are filming their updated take on the Pokemon in Real Life sketch in the new Smosh house. It’s a break between filming scenes and Ian is curled in the giant bean bag chair they are using in the video. He’s fucking around on the working Gameboy, playing Fire Red and leveling up his Charmander, just as Anthony strolls into the room.

“You’re still playing that?” Anthony asks with amusement.

“Yeah, I caught a Pidgey.”

“Pff, Pidgey sucks, dude,” Anthony says with a laugh.

He comes to stand next to the bean bag and then with no preamble, Anthony is nudging Ian over with his elbows and urging him to scoot over. Then Anthony is settling into the giant bean bag chair alongside Ian, his cat tail curling across Anthony’s own thigh and then Ian’s.

Ian keeps playing the game and wills his tail to stay still where it’s tucked against the chair. He hates that he loses control so easily now around Anthony, and while there is no shame in being happy and letting his tail wag, he doesn’t want to come off as some dumb eager puppy, he doesn’t want to weird Anthony out.

Anthony though, tilts his head back against the chair and his cheek touches Ian’s shoulder. He watches Ian play on the borrowed Gameboy. Ian can feel one of the fuzzy tips of his ear brushing against Ian’s neck just barely.

It is quiet and peaceful between them, a new dynamic in their older years. A comfortable silence that doesn’t need to be filled with jokes and stories and laughter to hide a tension under the surface. They can exist together in this space, in the quiet, content, and comfortable.

It takes a few minutes before Ian hears the deep rumble of Anthony purring. He doesn’t say anything, just glances over at the other man, his best friend. Anthony’s eyes are closed, and his head is nestled against Ian’s shoulder, but he’s purring warm in his chest. It’s cute, sweet, makes something heavy and fond shift in Ian’s body. As much as Ian hates wagging his tail in public, Anthony hates purring, and Ian hasn’t heard it much since they reunited. He remembers being a teenager, sleeping in the same bed, and the kind of happiness that comes with being a kid, how the rhythmic rumbling of Anthony’s purr always lulled him to sleep when he spent the night.

Hearing it now was like coming home in a way and Ian cannot stop the way his tail wags even trapped under his own body, the happiness filling him like a warm summer day. He doesn’t say anything, and his wagging doesn’t disturb Anthony, and they stay that way, together, comfortable, quiet, purely happy to just be around each other once again.

#dog boy!ian #cat boy!anthony #golden retriever!ian #black cat!anthony #only-frann #ianthony #fluff #smoshships #polysmosh #can be seen as platonic ianthony #ian's day #Ian's day 2023

[heckinconfusedparade]

what do you think would happen if the Wachowski family meets Nine??? Like Nine accidentally transported into their world in there home??? What would happen???

Nine Discovers the SCU

Nine has decided that he’s gonna go home now. Unfortunately, somewhere he takes a wrong turn and ends up in the front yard of the Wachowskis. Tom, who was in the middle of weed whacking, is staring at the ship that has now landed in his yard with the most confused and shocked look.

Nine realizes he has now killed this poor guys lawn and feels bad. He exits his ship to apologize to Tom before he starts getting aggressive. Tom is even more baffled seeing Nine. He looks a lot like Tails, but less fluffy, more scruffy, a bit taller, wearing clothes, and his ears are tinted orange towards the tips with lil fluffs of fur.

“Tails??“ Tom says, approaching Nine who backs up. Nine is no longer angry being called Tails, he’s used to it now “I’m not Tails. The name’s Nine.”

“Tom, nice to meet you.” Tom wonders if this is one of his sons alternate universe friends that he hasn’t met or heard of yet. Tom puts away his weed whacker “are you a friend of my sons? My youngest has picked up a hobby of.. universe hopping I think he calls it?” Tom asks. Nine shakes his head “I haven’t been to this universe yet. I don’t know who you or your sons are.” he says bluntly.

Suddenly, a blue hedgehog appears in the window of the living room “DAAAAD MOM WANTS TO KNOW IF- who’s that?” Sonics face is pressed up against the screen of the window. He disappears back into the house and comes out the door with Tails and Knuckles. Tails is immediately attracted to the ship in his yard like a moth to a lämp. Knuckles is giving Nine a puzzled look. It’s like he can smell the loneliness in this kid. Sonic remembers his task “oh yea, dad, mom wants to know if you wanted potatoes or carrots for dinner.” Sonic asks looking at his father. Tom thinks for a second “tell her that potatoes are good.” Sonic rushes off to pass the message and the news of a new arrival and returns to his dad and brothers.

Nine blinks “..this Sonic has parents? What’s next, does he have siblings too?” Tails and Knuckles turn to face Nine then look at each other. Nine’s eyes widen “no way..”

“YEAH WAY!” Sonic pops up between his brothers and slings his arms around their shoulders to pull them close to him. Nine is baffled. “Why would.. yknow what I’m not gonna ask.”

Tails looks confused “do you.. not consider your Sonic family?” Nine snickers “pff- no! I barely know him. He’s the closest thing to a friend I’ve got, though.. and my sonic? As far as I’m concerned he isn’t even MY Sonic. I don’t know if my universe has one!” Nine takes some deep breaths.

Nine is frustrated.. why do these alternate versions of him get to have friends and family, and he doesn’t? What has he done to deserve to be so alone? To face the pain and turmoil of his reality alone?

“Are you alright, other Tails?” Knuckles gives Nine a concerned look. Nine’s frustration breaks out a little “IM NOT TAILS, MY NAME IS NINE!” He shows off his nine tails which makes the others back up. Knuckles doesn’t want to fight him, but he positions himself in front of his brothers.

Tom crouches to Nine’s height “hey.. hey, bud sorry we upset you.. deep breaths.” Nine takes deep breathes “Im..sorry. It’s been a long day.. week? I have no idea how long it’s been..”

Sonic gasps “oh then no wonder you’re upset, Nine! You must be hungry. You should join us for dinner!”

Nine looks at him. He’s being invited to dinner? He shouldn’t..

But he did! He’s now at the dinner table. As soon as he takes that first bite, it’s obvious that this poor kid was hungry.

“So, Nine where do you come from?” Maddie starts.

“I came from what can be best described as a toxic wasteland ruled by the Chaos Council, which according to another Sonic I met, essentially consists of 5 Eggman..Eggmen? Whatever. It sucks, and there’s no blue skies, no palm trees, no ocean, no green, nothing. Just a bunch of miserable lonely people who either fight, die, or die fighting. Then one day a blue hedgehog broke into my house and called me Tails and I tried to kill him. That’s about it for where I’m from.” Nine lays down his fork.

The others process. Nine continues “oh and I found out that my Sonic might not even be my Sonic. And I don’t even know where he is, he keeps running fast enough to warp somewhere? For all I know, he’s in the void.”

“I’ve never run that fast, that’s kinda cool!” Sonic is trying to see light in the situation. Then Tom reminds him “you caused a blackout across the continent.” which makes him frown.

“Question. What is that?” Nine points to Ozzie who’s begging for food. Tails laughs “that’s Ozzie! That’s what dogs look like here on Earth!” “Oh.” Nine notes that. Odd dog creature.

Knuckles clears his throat “have you met another me?” Nine snorts “you’re the 4th Knuckles I’ve met. The others are fighting for freedom, dumb as a rock, one telling me it’s ok to want others in my life, and then there’s you.” Knuckles nods then chuckles “I think I have met the dumb one. He’s a good guy.”

Nine looks at him “you have?”

Sonic responds “yea! His Tails and our Tails mess with the multiverse sometimes.. though I think other Tails had his gun taken away from him because he kept risking the collapse of the universe?”

Nine blinks “oh..” Tails laughs “it’s universal!”

Soon, Tails is showing Nine his Pokémon cards in the attic. Nine is very confused, but he’s trying his best to understand.

Tails notices Nine is looking down. “Are you ok? Sorry I’m rambling..” Tails puts his hand on Nine’s shoulder. Nine shakes his head “no, it’s ok.. I’m.. I’m glad you have something you like..” vs

“Do you not have anything you like?”

“I like to invent. That’s it. What is there more to like? There’s nowhere to pursue any kind of hobby. Can’t even hang out with friends because I don’t have any.” Nine says starting to let out his stress again “every single universe I’ve went to, you’ve had Sonic. Every single universe I’ve went to, you get to have friends and be happy. Do I.. not deserve that? Why was I the only one cursed to suffer with no one?! I haven’t even seen an ocean or trees or stars until today! Sonic is the closest thing I have to a friend and I’m gonna have to say goodbye to him.” Nine starts to tear up.

“Nine..” Tails starts

“I don’t even know why he bothers with me! He’s already got him. Don’t get me wrong, it’s great that in some reality I get to be happy, but.. I just wish I had the chance to achieve it with or without that stupid hedgehog. Heck.. why am I so wrapped around someone I barley know?! It’s like I’ve known him for years! Which is very trippy AND I HATE IT.” Nine holds his face in his hands as Tails gently wraps his arms around him.

“Nine.. listen to me.” Tails begins “You still have many chances to be happy. You still have so much of your life left. If you want things to change, be that change you want to see. Everyone has bad days and rough times, but I think it helps to know that even if they’re rough, things are gonna get better someday.”

Nine takes it in for a moment then clings to Tails and sobs into his shoulder. Years of anguish and sadness and loneliness comes out in streams of tears. Tails starts to cry with him.

They cry with each other for a little while before pulling away to wipe the tears away. “Maybe it’s just in our nature to have a speedy blue hedgehog as a best friend. He changed both of our lives. Let’s make that change worthwhile, ok?” Tails smiles at Nine who smiles back “ok! Thanks Tails..”

“it’s no problem! And hey, maybe I should make myself a set of those cool extra tails you have!”

“You should!”

“NO” they hear Sonic shouting from somewhere in the house. The two laugh.

Tails is very briefly allowed to check out the ship before Nine heads out. Maddie gives him leftover food and some bottles of water for his travels.

Time to go home.

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic the hedghog movie #miles tails prower #tails the fox #movie tails #sonic 2 #sonic #movie sonic #knuckles the echidna #movie knuckles #sonic wachowski #tails wachowski #knuckles wachowski #tom wachowski #maddie wachowski #nine the fox #sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers

[harley-sunday]

August Rush [03]

Summary: You’ve known Carlos for almost as long as you have been working in Formula One but you never expected it would take you seven years and a concussion to realise that maybe you like him as more than just a friend.

Pairing: Carlos Sainz jr x reader (OFC nicknamed Pip) | Max Verstappen x reader (best friends)

Warnings: None except tooth-rotting fluff

Word count: 4.3

AN: Let me start of by telling you how much I LOVE all the love this fic is getting from you. My heart is about to burst! So yeah... here’s the next part. It’s a little bit of a filler chapter, I won’t lie, but hopefully the amount of soft!Carlos makes up for it :) 

Masterlist

When you wake up the next morning your room is bathing in light, the sun already high in the sky, and so you figure you must have slept longer than you thought. With a groan you roll onto your side and reach for your phone, a quick glance at your screen not only telling you you’ve slept for almost twelve hours but also that you’ve received three new messages. Turning onto your back you unlock your phone and pull up the messaging app, smiling when you see the first message is from Max:

Just wanted to let you know I’ve made it to Brazil. Will call you later today, ok? X

You type out a quick reply to let him know you don’t have any plans and that he can call anytime before you scroll down and open the next messaging thread:

So… Pierre told me you are in Mallorca? With CARLOS? WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THIS? HUH? DID IT SLIP YOUR MIND? Are you even my friend? Ugh. I hate you.

There’s a second message, sent not long after the first:

Ok. I don’t hate you. Not really, anyway. BUT. You do need to call me ASAP. I have questions.

You can’t help but smile when you read your best friend's messages and when you check the timestamp and see the last message was sent just five minutes ago you pull up her contact details and hit the green button to start the call, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed so you can sit up while you talk to her.

She answers on the first ring, “You have some explaining to do-”

You let out a laugh, “Good morning to you too, friend.”

“Skip the pleasantries, Pip,” she bites back but you can tell she’s smiling. “What are you doing playing house with Carlos?”

“I’m not-” you start, a little taken aback by her accusation, but then you hear her scoff and so you change trajectory. “It was this or have Max’s cat lady take care of me for the next two weeks, so-”

“Uh, hello? You could have called me?”

“Hmm,” you agree half-heartedly. “Don’t think Max would have been too thrilled to make the journey to Strasbourg and back though.” 

“Oh, pff,” she scoffs. “You know he would have in a heartbeat. Or I could have met you halfway or-”

“Yeah, well, I’m in Mallorca now,” you point out with a shrug even though she can’t see you. “Not playing house with Carlos. Not in this condition anyway.”

“Still that bad?” She sounds concerned and you can just picture the way she rubs her forehead, “I’m sorry, babe.”

“It’s ok, I just have to take it easy.” It’s then you realise something and so you stand up to test the waters, a little surprised when you can do so without getting a headache or feeling dizzy, “Huh.”

“‘Huh’ what?” 

“Huh, my head feels actually pretty ok right now,” you tell her as you sit back down again. “I just tried standing up and I didn’t get dizzy or-”

“That’s good! Right?” 

“I guess so,” you nod, feeling strangely relieved. You hear your best friend start to say something and so you cut her off immediately, “Still doesn’t mean I’m going to play house here, babe.”

“Boo,” she counters, no doubt making a face at her phone. There’s a sigh then, “This has been what? Seven years in the making, friend. If not now then when?”

You let out a laugh, “What are you, Yoda?”

There’s another exasperated sigh before she repeats herself, “Seven. Years.”

“I never should have told you I thought he looked good in red,” you say with a shake of your head, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks at whatever it is she’s insinuating. 

“Oh, no. No, no. No, that’s not what you said, babe. You said, and I quote, ‘I mean, I guess he looks good in Ferrari red but I wouldn’t mind being the one he takes it off for.’” 

You let out a groan, “I was four drinks in by-.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she shoots back before you’ve even finished your sentence. “You said what you said, babe. And I for one can not wait to see how this unfolds.” 

“What even makes you think anything’s gonna happen?” You run your free hand through your hair, letting it come to rest at the back of your neck, “We’re just friends. Plus he has-”

“Yeah. Ok. Sure.” 

“-seen me throw up yesterday,” you continue, effectively ignoring her. “I don’t think that particularly awakens any romantic feelings one might have.” 

“He saw you throw up and he didn’t run away?” She lets out a laugh, “Oh Pip.”

“What?” 

“Nothing,” she says, feigning innocence. “You’ll figure it out eventually.” It’s quiet for a second before she adds, “If you could do so before Spa that’d be great.” 

“What?” You shake your head, “Before Spa? What are you talking about?” 

“Nothing, babe, just- Don’t waste another seven years, ok?” She clears her throat then, “Listen, I have to go, but-”

“What’s going at Spa?” 

“I have to go, babe,” she says. 

“No. You have to tell me what’s going on.”

“Can’t, sorry. I really need to go. I love you, babe. Make good choices.”

“Flo-” you warn her but by then she’s already ended the call and so you let out a frustrated sigh because what on earth is she talking about? What’s happening at Spa?

***

After a quick shower you make your way to the kitchen, which you find empty except for some soft Jazz playing in the background, but it’s then you hear Piñon bark, the sound coming from somewhere outside, and as you make your way through the double doors there’s a smile creeping up on you when you see Carlos playing fetch with his dog. They’re in the far end of the garden, where tall pine trees offer some relief from the burning midday sun, and it looks like a good place to be so you make your way over there as well.

It’s Piñon who spots you first, letting out an excited yelp before he runs over to you and greets you enthusiastically, nudging your leg with his head for some scratches.

“Good morning,” Carlos says with a grin as he walks over to you and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” you tell him with a smile, trying to ignore the way your cheek still burns long after he's pulled away. “A little long maybe but-” 

Carlos shakes his head, “You must have needed it.”

“I guess I did.” 

“Have you eaten yet?” He throws you a look when you tell him you haven’t and motions for you to follow him inside, “Come on, I will make you something.” He falls into step beside you as you make your way back to the house, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you admit easily enough. “No dizziness yet and no headaches either, so that’s something, I guess.” 

“Hmm,” he agrees as he throws the ball for Piñon to fetch, “I wanted to go get some groceries after lunch-” he chuckles then, “Well lunch for me and breakfast for you.” 

You don’t say anything, just make a face at him, which in turn makes him laugh.

“Maybe you want to come with me?” He throws you a kind smile then, “If you’re up for it, of course.” 

“Yeah, I'd like that.” 

***

Max calls when you’re in the fruit and vegetable section of the supermarket Carlos has taken you to and so you trail a little behind the Spaniard, nodding yes when he’s holding up a pineapple for you to approve of before he puts it in the shopping cart, while you give your best friend a quick update, “I had a few bad episodes yesterday but I think that was just from travelling-”

“Bad how?” Max asks.

“Some dizziness and a lot of headaches,” you reply truthfully.

“Pip,” Max draws out, the warning in his voice coming through loud and clear.

“I know,” you shake your head at Carlos when he shows you a bag of spinach, and pull a face that you hope lets him know just how much you hate it. “I know, ok?”

You hear Max sigh, “Please don’t rush anything”

“I won’t,” you promise, “but today’s much better already. I haven’t been dizzy at all and so far I haven’t had any headaches either.” You look for some wood to knock on but don’t find any and so in the end you settle on knocking on a coconut that you add to the cart after.

Carlos smiles and shakes his head when he sees what you’re doing and quietly mutters, “Estas loca.”

You stick your tongue out at him while you listen to Max once again telling you to take it easy. You nod, even though he can’t see you, “I will, Maxy. Promise.” You follow Carlos as he makes his way to the fish and meat section, “How’s Brazil?”

“Good,” Max replies and you can hear the smile in his voice. “It’s really nice to be back and see everyone again.” 

“Good,” you echo. “You deserve some time off.” 

“I’ll call you later tomorrow for another update, ok?”

“Yep.” You can’t help but laugh when you see Carlos trying to mime to say hi to Max from across the aisle, “Carlos says hello.”

“Say hi back for me,” Max lowers his voice then, “and tell him to take good care of you.” 

You look down at your feet, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks from the double meaning in Max’s words even though you know it’s not how he meant them at all. Still, with a cheeky grin, acting a lot braver than you feel, you tell him, “Oh, I will.” When you finally look up again you find Carlos looking at you curiously as if he’s trying to figure out what’s got you all flustered but you simply shake your head, hoping he won’t ask any questions.

“Good,” Max continues, completely oblivious. “I’ll talk to you later, ok?”

“Yep.” You can’t help but smile when you tell him, “Love you, Maxy.” 

“Ik ook van jou.”

***

By the time you make it back it’s already late in the afternoon, the shopping trip taking a little longer than expected because you insisted on walking through every single aisle, admiring the wide variety of products they offer. Carlos seemed happy to follow you around, sometimes pointing out things he thought you should try. 

Once you’re at the house you offer to help put away the groceries, leaving Carlos to do the heavy lifting while you care for the fresh produce. As Piñon trails behind you every time you walk from the counter to the fridge and back you can’t help but think maybe your best friend was right when she accused you of playing house with Carlos because this sure as hell is looking pretty domestic. 

You can honestly say you’ve never thought about it before, never even considered the possibility of you and Carlos being more than friends, but now that the seed of it has been planted it’s hard to ignore even though it’s not something you want to explore more of right now per sé. Not here in this kitchen where Carlos is never more than four feet away anyway. Maybe later, you think, when you’re alone and there’s more room to think. Maybe you could call Flo again so she can help you sort through the million and one things that are going through your mind because you can’t seem to grasp any of them on your own. 

When you feel Carlos nudge your shoulder with his not much later you look up at him a little startled.

He chuckles, “Where was your head at, cariño?” 

You try to save face, “I got a little distracted by all of this,” you tell him as you nod towards the now five empty grocery bags. “It looks like we’re feeding an orphanage.” 

“I promised to take good care of you, no?” 

Not for the first time today do you feel the heat rise to your cheeks and so you busy yourself wiping non-existent dust off the counter to avoid his gaze, “You did.” 

***

Carlos insists you sit back and relax while he makes dinner and so you find yourself back in one of the lounge chairs, Piñon quietly snoring at your feet like he did yesterday. It’s a little later in the evening, the sun hanging low in the sky and a slight breeze offering some relief from the heat that's still lingering in the air. 

You’re on your phone, catching up on social media and emails and text messages from Pierre, Yuki, and Franz, who all want to know how you’re doing and wishing you a speedy recovery. There’s even a text from Daniel, who you’ve never worked with but who you know very well because he’s one of Max’s closest friends on the grid and over the years you’ve spent many nights partying together after races and during the off-season in Monaco. He tells you to take full advantage of your situation now that ‘you’ve got Sainz looking after you’ and to ‘make him work for it, babe.’ You tell him you will and add a smiley for good measure. 

It’s then Carlos walks past you, carrying two plates, and informing you dinner is ready from over his shoulder as he makes his way to the gazebo. When you get up there’s a twinge of pain shooting through your head but not as bad as before and so you don’t really pay it too much attention, even more so because by the time you get to the gazebo it has disappeared again. 

“What would you like to drink?” Carlos asks once he’s set down the plates and is on his way to the kitchen once more. 

“Water’s fine,” you tell him with a smile as you sit down. The food, a risotto it seems, smells absolutely amazing and your stomach growls in response, a rather unattractive sound that you’re glad Carlos hasn’t heard.

Carlos rejoins you not much later, placing a glass of water in front of you before he sits down, “Here you go.”

You smile up at him, “Thank you. It looks really good.”

“It’s my mom’s recipe,” he admits easily enough. He nods towards your plate then, "Buen provecho."

You take a bite and have to keep from letting out a moan from how good it tastes, “Oh my God,” you breathe, eyes on Carlos, “this is amazing.” 

He smiles widely at your compliment, “Thank you.”

“So good,” you mutter after the second bite, leaning back in your chair and savouring the taste. 

There’s a comfortable silence between you and Carlos as you both finish the rest of your meal, the only sound the soft summer breeze rustling through the trees and some birds chirping in the distance. You don’t want to jinx it but you do feel you’re slowly starting to get back to your old self again, like you’re here in Mallorca to spend some time with a good friend instead of having to recover from a concussion. And who knows what might happen between you and Carlos in the next two weeks. 

Wait. What? 

Where did that come from? 

You can feel yourself getting flustered again and so you risk a quick glance at Carlos, because even though you haven’t said anything out loud you wonder if he’s picked up on the sudden change in your mood. You find him looking at you with a fond smile and for a moment you’re convinced he’s been able to read your mind but then he asks if you’d like some more water and you let out a relieved breath before you tell him, “Yes, please.” 

***

You’re not sure what happens because one minute you’re loading the dishwasher and the next you’re using the kitchen counter for support as you try to battle the nausea that has rushed over you from out of nowhere. Carlos is outside, gathering the last of the dishes left over from dinner, and so you try to breathe through it on your own but it’s only getting worse. 

A sharp pain shoots through your head the moment you take another deep breath and so you squeeze your eyes shut, quietly whimpering because Jesus, it hurts. You can feel tears coming to your eyes and you let out a groan, both out of frustration and pain.

There’s a hand on the small of your back then and you are sure Carlos says something but it doesn’t reach you, the words floating around but never really landing. He tries again, much closer now, and this time you do hear him, the worry clear in his voice, “How bad is it?”

When you try to answer the words seem stuck in your throat and nothing but a quiet whimper comes out. 

“I’m here,” Carlos says, his hand now at the base of your neck. He does something with his fingers then, massaging the tense muscles, and the firm pressure of his touch and the warmth that radiates from his fingers helps to distract you a little. “Just keep breathing, cariño,” he whispers.

You’re not sure how long you stay like this, your head in your hands while Carlos keeps whispering sweet nothings and tries to relieve the tension in your shoulders and neck but after a while you can feel the headache starting to subside a little. The nausea doesn’t seem to want to budge though and so you keep taking deep breaths, eyes still closed as you wonder how long this will last.

Carlos pulls away then and you whimper at the loss of contact, afraid the headache will return and it will be worse than before. He lets the back of his fingers run across your cheek, the touch featherlight, before he says, “Just keep breathing, ok? I’ll be right back.”

You want to tell him no, want to tell him to stay, but words are still hard and so you focus on your breathing instead and hope he keeps his promise.

He returns not much later, “This might be a little cold,” and drapes what feels like a wet washcloth on your neck, letting his hand rest on top of it for some extra pressure.

It is cold at first but then it actually starts to feel nice and you can feel your muscles start to relax even more. The headache is nothing more than a dull throb somewhere in the back of your head now and so you test the waters by slowly opening your eyes one by one. 

There’s no light on in the kitchen, only a faint glow coming from somewhere inside the living room, and it takes you a few seconds to get used to the darkness and get your bearings again. When the nausea doesn’t seem to get any worse you carefully lift your head and turn towards Carlos.

“Hey,” he whispers and presses a kiss to your temple. He tries to smile at you then but there’s no hiding the worried look in his eyes, “What happened?”

“I don’t-” your voice is rough and so you clear your throat and try again, “I don’t know.” You put your hands on the counter and try to stand up a little straighter but your back doesn’t seem to want to cooperate and you let out a frustrated groan.

“Hey, no, easy,” Carlos says, his hands now on your hips as to steady you. “I’ve got you.” 

You try again, one hand against Carlos’ chest for some support. You’re still a little unsteady on your feet but the nausea doesn’t seem to get any worse and small victories and all that. 

“Easy,” Carlos says again, removing the washcloth from your neck. “Let’s just stand here for a bit, no?”

He’s so kind, and so gentle, and so genuinely concerned that the tears you have been trying to fight back ever since this whole thing started finally spill over, running hot and thick down your cheeks.

“No,” Carlos whispers, cupping your face in his hands and running his thumbs over your cheeks. “Don’t cry, cariño. Please.”

You bite your lip to keep from sobbing but fail, a ragged breath escaping you. Looking up at Carlos you try again, “I just- I hate- I hate this. I thought today was a good- A good day and then-” another sob follows and so you let out a resigned, “I just really hate this.” 

Carlos shakes his head and wraps his arms around you as he steps closer to you and pulls you into him, “Ssssh.” He presses a kiss to your temple, “You have got to give it time, Pip.”

“I don’t want to anymore,” you mutter against his shoulder, knowing he’s probably right but not necessarily wanting to agree with him either even though you keep telling Max the same thing. You wrap your arms around Carlos’ waist, suddenly feeling very tired and needing some extra support.

“Why don’t we get you to bed?”

You let out a whine, a little afraid you’ll start to feel worse again if you move.

Carlos seems to understand and pulls away a little, reaching behind him to take your hands in his, draping one of your arms across his shoulders. He picks you up then, bridal style, and smiles when you look up at him, his eyes softening, “Don’t worry. I got you.” 

***

Are you surprised when Carlos comes to check on you every hour that night? No. Not really anyway and so after the third time you scoot over to the far side of your bed and tell him, still half asleep, “Just sleep here. It’s easier.” 

He chuckles but declines, “That’s ok. I don’t mind.” 

You mutter something in reply that even you don’t understand but don’t push it any further even though you really want him to stay. 

***

When he comes to check on you again you’re feeling worse than before, a screaming headache making you restless and a little panicked that it’s never going to get better. Your breathing is shallow and comes in irregular puffs and you just want it to stop. 

This time he does stay.

As soon as he lies down he pulls you into him and you curl up against him, your head resting on his chest. He has one arm around you, his fingers ghosting over the skin of your wrist, drawing little patterns that you’re not sure mean anything but that you don't want him to stop doing either. He inhales deeply and tells you, “Breathe with me, ok?” 

You try and at first it’s hard but then you fall into sync with him and you can feel yourself starting to calm down, your eyes growing heavy despite the headache. This is nice, you think before you feel yourself drift off to sleep. 

***

You wake up the next morning, not immediately remembering what happened last night but then you spot Carlos’ watch next to your pillow and all of a sudden the memories come flooding back. How most of the day you were fine until you weren’t. How Carlos took care of you in the kitchen. How he carried you to bed. And how he ended up staying with you, at least for a little while because you have no idea if he went back to his own room or if he actually spent the night here once you fell asleep.

You like to think he did. 

You feel absolutely exhausted and when you grab the watch and see that it’s only nine you tell yourself it’s ok to go back to sleep and so you close your eyes, still holding on to that little piece of Carlos.

***

You spend most of Sunday morning in bed and it isn’t until much later that afternoon that you finally start to feel a little better and dare to get up and leave your bedroom. You find Carlos playing a game of solo-chess outside and when you see the way his face lights up when he spots you you can’t help but smile, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he echoes, leaning forward and putting his hand on your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze, “Are you feeling a bit better?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

“And the headache?”

“Almost gone,” you tell him. “I’m still just really tired.” Piñon sits down at your feet and you scratch him behind his ears, “Good boy.” You see Carlos’ watch around your wrist then and so you take it off and hand it back to him, “Here. You forgot this.”

There’s the hint of a smile playing on his lips, “Gracias.” 

“De nada.”

He furrows his brows and runs a hand through his hair, almost as if he’s a little hesitant about what he’s going to say. Still, he goes for it, “I meant what I said yesterday, Pip. You’re going to have to allow yourself time to heal.” He locks his eyes on yours, “Promise me you will?” 

You nod, dropping your eyes to your lap, “I will.”

“Good,” he agrees quietly.  “Let’s just take it easy this week and see how it goes, no?” He waits until you nod before he continues, “And so you know, I do have to work out during the week but it’s only in the morning so I’m yours for most of the day, ok?”

“Ok.” 

“Ok,” he echoes. He looks at you then, really looks at you, and smiles a hesitant smile, “I know it’s maybe not how you expected your summer to go, Pip, but I just want you to know that I’m really happy you’re here.” 

=====

Notes Estas loca - you’re crazy Buen provecho - bon appetit

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[henryloverman]

"A Deal with a Hand"

>A Stanley Parable (Long) one shot

[ The song is the vibes of this story ]

Stanley was inside a dark void, there was a computer screen looking back at him, he could swear that he saw that screen before... Ah! Settings Person, the who talked to him during the epilogue, why is it here?

"Hello there, Stanley, I have prepared a deal for you"

"What kind of deal?"

"A deal that can let you escape the Parable, but of course it has a price"

"Are you sure? Like I could actually escape the Parable for a deal?? Alright then, what's the price?"

"Convince the Narrator to let you go"

"Let me go? What do you mean by that?"

"There are two ways to leave the Parable, it's either persuading the Narrator or killing him"

"Umm okay- WAIT WHAT?! Is there no other choice?????"

"There is no other way, you already have accepted the deal, so you choose"

"Even if I choose to persuade the Narrator, I don't think he will allow it"

"Surprisingly you choose to persuade him instead of killing him, why is that?"

"I... Don't want to kill anybody, okay?"

"Your point makes sense, okay, I do have a way so you can somehow persuade him"

"And what's that?"

"I could give you a voice, I think I'm able to do that if I use the video tape's wiring"

"A voice, huh? Well then give me the ability to talk, it will be easier to speak instead of using my hands for the operation"

"Give me a minute, I have to code first"

"Okie doki"

"...Did it work?"

"Well seeing you can open your mouth now, i would say yes"

"Nice! I never heard my own voice before!"

"Well it's because the Narrator took it away, he thought it would distract the storyline if you were able to speak the entire time"

"...I should have chosen to kill that fucker instead"

"Too late now, just try to persuade him, if it doesn't work, there is always a plan B"

"Okay, now send me back, it's time to start the operation! Also thanks by the way, Employee 432!"

"Good luck, Stanley"

...

"Ugh, my head hurts, I am in the office?"

"There you are, Stanley! I was looking for you everywhere- WAIT YOU CAN TALK?! I don't think that should be possible, you don't have a voice box..."

"Well, I can finally talk back at you, now listen to me, you asshole, let me leave the Parable"

"Why should i listen to you? Why do you even want to leave the Stanley Parable in the first place???"

"Because I couldn't stand staying in this fucking place for any longer, I want to leave the office building and explore the outside world, I want my freedom back!"

"...How far are you willing to go for this specific freedom of yours, Stanley?

"As far as I could, even it means killing you just so I could leave this shitty place"

"Hahaha, oh Stanley, you think so highly of yourself, do you really think you could actually hurt me? Even to go as far as killing me?? I don't think so"

"I think it might be the other case around, Narrator, I could use a friend's help to do that, so you better let me leave the Parable or else!!"

"You will never leave the Parable, you will stay here and follow my story, don't you want a happy ending, Stanley? You can have that if you just listen to me"

"BUT I DID! I had already listened to you so many times, and do you know even know what happens in the end? That ending gave me hope that I can actually leave, and instead of giving me the freedom I deserved, it just fucking restarted and everything will happen again!"

"Happen again? What do you mean by that, Stanley?? I don't remember doing that ending yet, are you imagining things?"

"DO YOU THINK I MADE THAT UP?! Why would I even do that? Just let me go, please?"

"No, and that's my final decision!"

*Sighs*

"You left me no choice"

*Holds up a gun*

"Pff! How are you even going to shoot me with that? Where did you even get that gun in the first place, Stanley?"

"A friend of mine gave it to me, and now it's time to say your goodbyes"

*Bang!*

"-Ah! S-Stanley how did you do that!?"

"I won't say, sleep well, you bastard"

"Y-You asshole! Shit I am bleeding! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!!"

"...Uhhhhhh, fine, where are you? I know how to first aid!"

"And now you're willing to h-help me? Ugh, fine, it's to you-ur right"

"Huh? -oh over there! I'm coming!"

*Opens door*

"H-Help me already!"

"Wait! I have to use my shirt to stop the bleeding"

...

"There, that should stop the bleeding for a while"

*Sighs*

"My arm still hurts, I will ask again, how the fuck did you shot me?"

"I don't know, maybe the gun has a way to teleport its bullet??"

"That is impossible, the one responsible for that gun is your friend, right? I think they used some kind of advanced technology on that thing"

"It was made to kill you, so it isn't a surprise"

"Who is your friend, exactly?"

"I won't tell you, but I do know they hate you, which is perfectly understandable especially to what you did to them - but that's not important now"

"It's Employee 432, isn't it?"

"How did you know?!"

"I knew they were suspicious of me from the start, it isn't a surprise they want to kill me, I did erase them after all"

"Why would you do that? Erasing all of my co-workers for what?? For your precious story?"

"Stanley, you don't understand, your co-workers don't exist at all, they're characters I made up, they are fictional, with no personality or life"

"Somehow, I and Employee 432 are sentient?"

"Yes, I don't know how you two are alive or have the ability to think, maybe there is something wrong with your code"

"Which is why you decided to fire employee 432?"

"I had to, they were going to ruin my story with their existence"

"But what about me? Is it because i'm your protagonist?"

"You and Employee 432 are different, they were not supposed to exist at all, while you on the other hand was the opposite, you were needed for the story"

"Your reasoning sounds awful, you didn't even give them a single bit of mercy, and to all of my co-workers, including me"

"I didn't know they were still alive, Stanley, I thought I killed them a long time ago, but somehow they survived. You're not real, that's the truth, I know it sounds bad but you and I are different, you were something I made up while I exist in the real world, whether or not I had a choice"

"How are you here then? Huh? If you are indeed real, why did you come here?"

"Well, we are currently in my office, this was not supposed to be seen by anybody except me, I created it when I got into this world"

"What for?"

"So I could create my story in peace, it's not easy to teleporting world to world, this was a world that I created, it's small, but it does it's job"

"Okay, if you did make this world, how are you not invisible?"

"There are limits to my ability, my body is weak even though I don't need human necessities, what I code in my computer will take a physical form, such as papers, chairs, walls, well whatever"

"So - could you code a first aid kit, also an extra t-shirt as well"

"I could do that if my left hand isn't currently injured, it's hard to code with one hand, Stanley"

"Can't you just teach me how to code? I don't think it's that hard"

*Goes towards the computer*

"It's hard to code, Stanley, but let me see you try, I bet you can't even code at all"

*Codes*

"What were you saying??"

"HOLY SHIT! HOW DID YOU KNOW HOW TO CODE, STANLEY?! That should be impossible with that dumb brain of yours"

"It just shows I'm smarter than you, Narrator"

*Removes the bloody t-shirt*

"Pff! As if that were the case, you were just lucky"

"Could luck really help me code a med kit and a t-shirt? I don't think so"

"...Fine, you win, Stanley, you're not that dumb after all, only 1% smarter than before"

*Cleaning the wound*

"Sooooooo, are you going to let me leave now?"

"...On one condition"

"What's that?"

"I'm coming with you, Stanley, you need someone to guide you, and fortunately I'm quite knowledgeable about the rules of the Real world"

"Wait.. you're going to help me? What for? Didn't I try to kill you 20 minutes ago? So why would you do that???"

*Sighs*

"...After everything I had done to you, erasing all of your co-workers and forcing you stay in this office, I understand the reason why you and Employee 432 wanted to kill me, and yet you still chose to save me. See this action as a form of my apology and gratitude, I don't deserve your forgiveness but at least let me help you, even if it's small compared to what you have done to me"

"...Damn, I didn't know you were this nice, Narrator"

*Bandages*

"Shut up Stanley, we should get going"

"To where?"

"The Real World, now follow my lead, I know where the exit is at"

"So a gun shot made you change your mind?"

"Yes, now stop talking, I don't want to hear your voice any longer

"I could say the same"

"Fuck you, Stanley"

"Fuck you too, Asshole"

*Sighs*

"You're not going to say anything?"

*Middle fingers*

...

*Burst in a joy of laughter*

*Chuckles*

"Your laugh is contagious, Stanley"

"Oh really? Well your laugh is contagious too"

"Is my laugh really contagious? How do you know that?"

"...Ummm, fine, I will tell you the truth, you can't remember the resets, Narrator, in some cases you can, but most of the time you don't remember what happened in those endings"

"Those endings huh? That also explains your hatred for me, I must have done something bad to you, didn't I?"

"... I will tell you another time, I don't want to explain it right now, I'm not prepared to"

"Oh... I'm sorry I brought it up, Stanley, luckily we are now closer towards the exit, you're so close to freedom, aren't you happy?"

"I am, it's just I don't get why you didn't leave the parable sooner, are you stuck here as well?"

"Even though I created this world, someone with a higher power could easily kill me anytime. There was a rule that was implemented here, if you and I want to leave the Parable, we have to go the pod together"

"That makes sense why you haven't left the Parable yet, but why have we not done this before?"

"I don't want to leave the Parable, Stanley, my whole life, my career, everything I have done was so could I make this story into a reality, that story was going to change the world, but that was not true, this is why I didn't want you to leave the Parable, because I knew you needed me for that"

"Oh...but why did you choose to stay with me even if we leave the Parable? Don't you hate me?"

"I... I feel indebted to you, even though you shot me in the first place, you still saved my life, I was going to bleed to death if it weren't for you"

"You didn't answer my question, do you hate me, Narrator?"

"Uhhhh - Look! Were here, there's the escape pod, let's go, Stanley"

"You dodge my question again"

*Opens*

"Let's go inside, I think we could fit in here-"

"-Not so fast"

A person emerges from the shadows.

"Employee 432!?!?"

"Oh by the way, Stanley, how did you know my name?"

"Someone told me"

"Stanley! Get inside, quick!"

"Goodbye, it was nice talking to you, Stanley, but unfortunately you didn't follow my expectations, I really thought you would kill him, I guess not, what a disappointment, I should have killed you in the first place"

"WAIT - W-WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, EMPLOYEE 432, I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS?! ALSO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME!?"

"Simple, really, I needed a copy of your body in order to kill that bastard, since any other models don't have the ability to shoot a gun"

"Wait - my gun?! SHIT! Employee 432, please don't shoot me!"

"I had hated both of you from the start, the only reason why I didn't kill you in the first place was because the Player told me not to, but since they're gone, I could do anything I want, sorry Stanley, there could be only one-"

"-TAKE THIS, YOU BASTARD!"

*Bonk*

"AHHHHHH-"

*Faints and collapses*

"Where did you get that?"

"I saw a pipe and used it as a weapon, unfortunately it's not strong enough to kill a person"

"Thank you for saving me, Narrator, but we have to get going before they wake up"

"You don't want to kill them, Stanley? Especially the fact that they were going to kill you?"

"I understand why Employee 432 did this, they were just blinded by hate and revenge, they don't deserve to die"

"...Alright then, let's get going, don't want to wake them up now"

"Goodbye, Employee 432"

*Closes*

*Pressing the start button*

"My left arm hurts swinging that pipe, I'm going to sleep for a while, Stanley"

*Sits down*

"That's what I had forgotten to code, I'm so sorry, Narrator"

*Sits down*

"It's alright, you already have done enough for me"

*Yawns*

"I'll join you, i'm tired of what had happened earlier, it will be nice to fall asleep"

*...3*

"Okay then, good night, Stanley"

*...2*

"Good night, Narrator"

*...1*

[ Blast off ]

*Mumbles*

"...Stanley..."

*Shifts closer towards the other man*

*Mumbles*

"...Narrator..."

*His head fell on the Narrator's shoulder*

"Zzz...z...z...Zzz...z..zzz"

A red pod flew in the night sky, flying into space where stars and galaxies aligned, there was nothing there except for the two sleeping fellows inside a pod, there were still unanswered questions still stuck in their minds, but for now, it isn't bad to take a rest and listen to the noise of space, with a fellow companion by your side.

꧁ The End ꧂

Editor's Note: This is probably my longest story yet! I honestly planned this to have a bad ending, where the Narrator dies and Stanley was inside the pod alone, but I changed my mind because that will happen twice in my stories.

The reason why this is a one shot is because I feel like this should be a standalone, with an open ending, so you, viewers, could imagine what their outcome might be, I honestly think the pod will get hit and both of them will die, but that will be boring and...funny.

Someone asked me if I should turn the RealParable Au into fan fiction, i'm planning to, but due to school work, I won't be able to have enough time to make it, but luckily summer is around the corner so I think I could make it! I will probably post it on AO3, but hey, no promises, I'm sorry if this reply is late, Anonymous ^^'

Thank you guys so much for 139 followers 💛I really mean it, I appreciate you guys for supporting me this far, I feel happy whenever you guys heart or reblogged a post, it just makes my day, and I hope it makes yours too, I love when you guys comment on my post, it makes me so happy ^^

Thank you so much, you guys are my motivation to continue writing stories :)

Thank you for reading and I wish you a nice day 💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤

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#stanley parable #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable narrator #tsp stanley #au #stanarrator #stannarrator #stanley x narrator #could be interpreted as romantic or platonic #but honestly they are too gay for that #Stanley needs therapy #also the Narrator #tsp settings person #tsp employee 432 #i'm sorry if i made them a villain #escape pod ending #gun violence #the stanley parable #i want the two to kiss #fast paced #i mean the story but it is also them #gay #plot holes #everyone needs therapy that includes YOU #one shot #i'm so sorry if the post is way too long #thank you for reading ^^ #i wish you a nice day #sign language

[thegreatcrowdragon]

It’s never gonna exist so I might as well give yall my ynfg concept just in case someone wants to make it or something

So you are a girl named Luci, who has been locked in a padded cell for reasons (yet) unknown. You also have a straightjacket on but only in the real world.

There’s no video game console or anything. You save by interacting with a bloodstain on the wall. You sleep on the blanket in the corner.

Her dreams at first are very sweet and cute looking, but the further down the more fucked up it gets. Luci has extremely violent impulsive thoughts, and those can be seen through her dreams. 

I realized I never really described Luci so I am now! She’s got long (very) messy black hair and green eyes. Her clothes actually change in the dream world too! In the real world she is wearing a straitjacket, but in the dream world it’s just a white jacket similar to Fluorette’s.

Ok effect time :) 

Cat: Turns you into a black cat with blue eyes. Lets you run faster and also meow. Based on a cat I saw in a dream.

Monster: Kills npcs. Luci’s hair gets shorter and she’s wearing a black and red school uniform. Her eyes are red too. Attack animation is multiple spider like appendages coming out of Luci and killing whatever is in front of her.

Crow: Turn into a crow. Returns you to nexus.

Metal bat: Another attack effect, but it can ALSO open blocked doors :)

Ball and chain: Attaches a ball and chain to Luci. Slows her down significantly. The action key makes her pull at the chain. (Totally not a Mikan Muzou reference pff what’s that)

Mimicry: Pressing the action key turns Luci into a chaser and makes them not attack her.

Specter: Makes Luci a pale blue, and translucent. Allows her to go through certain walls. The action key makes dark blue blood drip from her neck before she wipes it up. (This one is just straight up a Me reference, I can’t even deny it)

Cursed: Makes Luci have her right eye closed. Pressing the action key makes her open it, revealing it is completely red and glowing. This reveals invisible things, including npcs.

Phoenix: Turns Luci completely black with wings on her back. Pressing the action key causes her to light up in a burst of orange flame. She will then remain orange, glowing slightly. She will also start flying, but her speed will not increase unless the action key is pressed again. Lights up dark areas and burns certain npcs.

Porcelain: Turns Luci into a doll, her hair is now blonde and she is in a frilly black dress. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is covered by duct tape. This effect automatically attracts npcs. Pressing the action key causes her to open her eyes, peel off the duct tape, and smile directly at the screen. (This one is a reference to a non yume nikki related video game)

Demon: Luci becomes a demon with broken chains around her neck and wrists. Pressing the action key makes her slam her wrist chains together, scaring off npcs.

#yume nikki fangame #I got bored woops #some concepts here are based off of me some aren't #so please be nice

[apex-academy]

Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#12)

I make my rounds from task to task all evening, and Aidan has to remind me to sit down for a minute at some point. Even so, I’m pretty exhausted by the time 9:00 hits. At least the bedsheet “screen” seems to be holding up despite Ichiriki’s best efforts to not perform his task.

Despite our event being a movie, there’s no popcorn this time—trying not to think too hard about who made the last batches—just some fruit, veggies, and a nacho bar that no one with an appreciation of symmetry could stand if all the lights were still on. 

There were only so many matching containers in the kitchen, okay?

There’s also a big jug of hand sanitizer, in case anyone doesn’t want to take five more steps to go wash their hands in their dorm bathroom. Or someone else’s. Most of us are set up with chairs at our own doorways, but Kanagi’s apparently crashed Ichiriki’s to be a little closer to the screen. Tsunyasha’s room is even farther, but I think she’s more interested in watching the rest of us than the movie, anyway. Not sure what she’s got against the silver screen, but as long as she’s not stirring up trouble, I can’t complain.

Aidan and I ended up with front-row tickets, so he doesn’t have much issue getting people’s attention as he prepares to start the movie.

“It is now 9:00 PM, and our feature film will be beginning shortly!”

“First, I do want to thank everyone for coming, and for your cooperation in getting everything set up!”

“Should you need to take a break or start to nod off—well, your rooms are right there, nehe.”

“But, as far as what you can stand, I’m confident we can all enjoy this event if we only allow ourselves to.” 

“So, grab some food while we’ve still got it, and we’ll get this thing off the ground, shall we?”

Kanagi cheers, while Tsunyasha almost seems to consider a sporting and/or sarcastic clap before focusing on her food instead. Mahavir remains a few awkward paces back from his doorway, like he’s unsure if he’s supposed to have his door closed for this. Don’t think that’d be a great way to see the movie, though.

“Just allow ourselves to enjoy things, huh.”

I side-eye Ichiriki, but he’s busy... filing his nails? Sure, why not. Makes it easier on the rest of us if his concentration’s elsewhere.

At least, until he gets bored in a few minutes and starts complaining again.

Aidan whoops back, then makes sure he and his poof of hair are out of everyone’s way before hitting play. Despite a few ripples in the bedsheet Ichiriki put up, the picture and audio seem to be working just fine. Aidan’s chosen video opens with an airplane moving through the clouds.

How shocking.

I’m probably paying more attention to my food than the movie as it leads us into an airport. Not like things have gotten good yet. Just... a little weird.

We manage to make it a few jokes(?) in before Kanagi cackles loud enough to overcome the soundtrack.

“Did...”

“Did you actually get that pun? I wasn’t sure how well these would go with a Japanese audience.”

“Pff, nah, I totally don’t get it at all! I can just tell it’s funny, dude.”

“...Good enough!”

With that, we’re back to actually being able to hear the movie. It’s really not getting any less absurd. All right.

“........”

“This is SO unrealistic.”

Ah, there he goes. I check over my shoulder, but so far Ichiriki doesn’t seem to be up to any crimes besides eating nachos with a fork and knife.

We didn’t even bring silverware over? Why is...

I’m not gonna worry about it. It’s Ichiriki. If it fits whatever his thing is now, he’ll find a way.

“It most certainly is!"

“Like, why would you want it to be real crap? We already get that with, like...”

“...real crap.”

“But surely any departures from your sad, limited reality should be more glorious than this?”

“Tales of heroes, rather than...”

She shakes her head with an unenthusiastic gesture at the screen. I’m not sure what we missed there, but there sure are babies being thrown now. Amazing. This thing keeps oscillating between slapstick gags and extended-setup puns, and it’s hard to know what I should be paying attention to. Is there a plot?

“Not exactly as intellectual as I would have expected.”

“Hey now, some of those setups are quite clever!”

He makes a passing attempt to scoot towards me before deciding it’s too much effort. The gesture’s been made.

He lifts a hand near his mouth for his best stage whisper.

“And you know what? You’re allowed to laugh at stupid jokes, too.”

He mimes an elbow nudge that is both too far away and on the wrong side to actually reach me. Work with what he’s got, I guess.

“Thanks for the permission.”

“You’re very welcome! Use it well.”

“.........”

And back to the train wreck—plane wreck?—that is this movie. I guess it’s not terrible, just... Is there a plot yet?

We finally make it from the airport onto a plane when the camera focuses on some overhead service button labels. Simple enough English, just above something that is clearly not actual Spanish. The screen flicks back to the actual characters.

“Hey! HOW am I supposed to read a FOREIGN LANGUAGE that fast?!”

“Special training?”

“Oh no are we supposed to be reading.”

You... are at least reading the actual subtitles, right? Right?

“Well, we CERTAINLY aren’t if THAT’S all the time they’ll give us! UNBELIEVABLE!”

“Now, who’s this ‘they’ to whom you’re referring? Because...”

He pauses the movie—on a frame of a character looking even more nervous with the motion blur—and rewinds.

“...we have the technology to take as long as we need.”

He pauses on the text in question. The dorm hallway is infinitely quieter for a few moments.

“I STILL can’t read it! What GIVES?!”

“Yo, my name’s Ich, I’m 19 years old, and I never learned how to frickin’ read.”

“That fool is nineteen?”

“NO!!!”

Why is this happening.

“Er...”

A quiet but rough throat-clearing.

“If it’s of any assistance, I don’t believe that’s intended to be a faithful translation into... any existing language whatsoever.”

“So they MADE IT UP? Just for ONE movie? Who DOES that?!”

“That isn’t... precisely what I...”

“Oh, there’s a sequel, don’t worry!”

“I’m classifying that as a threat.”

“As you well should.”

Before this can devolve any further—I don’t know how it could, but with this team, anything is possible—he hits play again. Back to airplanes and flashbacks and whiplash every which way, with the whole bizarro tone being the only thing holding somewhat steady.

But none of us get up to leave. At least some people end up laughing from joke to joke—mostly Kanagi, but she’s been having a rough time of it. It’s nice to hear her back to normal.

Back to weird?

Anyway. It’s just a night of snorts and snickers, random interruptions that can’t take much away from a random movie, and general split attention between subtitles and congealing nacho cheese. I never burst out laughing, whether Aidan’s horribly disappointed in me or not, but a few moments catch me off-guard enough to get a good snort. 

By the time the movie ends, Aidan and Mahavir have already retreated into their dorms to various degrees in case they pass out, which they do. Ichiriki has successfully kicked Kanagi out of his own room by virtue of shutting the door behind him when she went to grab a refill. She just booed at him and went to try Tsunyasha’s instead. 

I wander back to the refreshments table and try not to pass out myself as the menu screen loops. I should probably turn that off, or something. Not sure I care enough.

“.....”

I’m tired. Not because it’s what-even-o-clock now, though that sure isn’t helping. There’s just too much to worry about. One bizarre lighthearted movie night isn’t going to fix that.

“But it wasn’t a bad break.”

[BACK] [NEXT]

#apexplot #apex6 #fangan

[erabundus]

anonymous &&. said... msg from katxgirlxoxo: could keep this up but i didnt think i'd get bored with playing dumb after only 2 messages. but hey your cousin is hot. you should ask him if he remembers me. and alllll the fun we used to have with each other. ;)

he  isn't  sure  how  long  he's  been  staring  at  the  message,  but  it  feels  like  an  ETERNITY.  if  looks  could  kill,  ren  is  sure  the  sender  would  burst  into  flames.  katelyn  —  or  whatever  her  name  is.  he  doesn't  take  the  time  to  remember  irritating  people  if  he  can  help  it;  that's  more  importance  than  they  truly  DESERVE.  he  prefers  to  think  of  them  as  something  more  akin  to  insects.  tiny,  useless  creatures  that  scuttle  about,  living  their  worthless  lives  until  the  day  they  inevitably  die  with  little  fanfare.  this  one  is  of  a  particularly  foul  sort.  a  stalker,  a  manipulator,  an  abuser,  someone  he  wouldn't  hesitate  to  hit  with  farrow's  car  and  pretend  it  was  an  ACCIDENT  if  given  the  opportunity.  perhaps  that's  a  bit  twisted  of  him,  to  immediately  think  this  complete  stranger  deserves  to  die ...  but  no,  under  the  circumstances  ren  believes  it's  completely  warranted.  she's  harassed  the  few  people  in  this  world  who  actually  care  about  him.  (  the  real  him,  and  not  the  idealized  façade  he  shows  on  camera.  )  god  knows  what  she's  done  to  kami  to  break  him  so  badly,  but  the  streamer  thinks  it's  high  time  someone  settle  the  score.

yet  for  as  ANGRY  as  he  is,  ren  knows  it's  more  important  that  he  be  smart  —  rather  than  give  into  the  urge  to  spit  ash  and  venom,  what  can  he  possibly  do  to  be  useful  right  now?  he  takes  a  shallow  sip  of  his  long-cold  drink  and  narrows  storm  cloud  eyes  at  the  screen.  he  thinks  there's  one  thing,  but  even  considering  it  makes  him  feel  a  bit  ill.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: pff seriously?? 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: you're a riot

ren  wrinkles  his  nose.  instead of coffee, there's  a  bad  taste  in  his  mouth  —  as  if  he's  speaking  the  words  aloud,  instead  of  typing  them.  someone  petty  enough  to  resort  to  such  reprehensible  means  for  attention  must  have  the  EGO  to  match.  there's  always  a  chance  the  streamer  can  use  that  to  his  advantage.  after  all ...  the  more  she  talks,  the  more  they  have  to  use,  right?  it's  worth  a  shot.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: i haaaate my family. we've never gotten along. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: sounds like you knew kami right?? bet he never shut up about it. mY MoM neVer hAD TiME foR Me and shit. it's so annoying. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: and now, YOU'RE the one he never shuts up about

he  pauses,  fingers  stilling  millimeters  above  the  screen  as  he  considers  his  next  move.  it's  a  DISGUSTING  invasion  of  privacy,  he  knows  —  and  yet,  this  may  be  his  only  opportunity.  to  get  it  in  writing.  to make her dig her own grave. to  get  answers  to  the  questions  that  have  been  eating  away  at  kaminari  for  far  too  long.  he wants to help, and this is the objectively smart thing to do. ( but he doesn't have to like it. ) the  streamer  takes  another  quick  sip  of  coffee  to  steel  his  nerves,  and  exhales  a  hissing  sigh  through  clenched  teeth.  it's  a  bit  funny;  the  one  time  he  isn't  TOO  CURIOUS  for  his  own  good,  he  finds  himself  being  put  in  a  position  where  he  has  to  be  nosy  anyway.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: fr though, what did you do to have him hooked on you so badly? 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑: he's too busy throwing a pity party to tell anyone anything lmao

#anonymous #long post #𝟎𝟏𝟕 : 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘺. ◟ v. modern .◝ #( being juuuust a little bit evil for the greater good )

[duskwingmoth]

Sonic the Hedgehog

As I begin my transition to the final stage of grief as a Sonic fan (for the third time) I ruminate on my history in relation to this spiny blue turd

I was born just before there was any potential for “& Knuckles” to become a future meme.  On the relative eve of changeover from SNES to PlayStation.  I am, thus, one of the final artifacts of a world where Sonic was good, and accelerated 3D games but a pipe dream.  May everyone know such innocent times in their future the way US kids did from 1994 to 2001, but I digress.

Sonic Is Eternal, as far as my world begins, and likely as it ends, too.  His successes and failures, and by extension SEGAs, are critical points of change in my personal life, whether I like it or not.

But our fraught relationship began inauspiciously.  Certainly I played a fair bit of Genesis when I was little, but also Super NIntendo, and PS1, and most especially N64.  SEGA, for a time, was a mild fraction of my first experiences with games, and Sonic a fraction of that.  His games were just Too Hard for a clueless girl who didn’t know she was a girl, and was terrified of even the thought of a game over screen in Super Mario World.

Literally I spent half my time in those halcyon days watching Mario fall asleep, rather than actually playing Mario 64.  I am a certified Gamer Girl now, but I amproof that Gamers are not born, they’re spec’d.

But I guess I thought he was cool and wanted more.  Because on my birthday in 2002, I received a tiny little interactive video software minidisc that, idk, you may have heard of, maybe not, don’t blame you either way.

This was my everything.  This was video games.  This is the flashpoint for all I ever was, and all I ever will be.  You can blame me being me on this, unfailingly, forever.

Him especially.

After literal months of playing all 31 levels, rocking out to some sweet music, and (poorly) raising Chao, it was far too late.  You cannot save me, there is no hope left.

I am... a Sonic fan.

I’m sorry.

In grade school I teamed up with a couple kids and started drawing Sonic comics.  Dozens of them.  Infested with one-off OCs with vomit designs and no character.  Almost none of these were ever finished and nobody but us really read them, but that didn’t matter.  We played and talked about every single game, we watched Sonic X, we read the official comics, I think we might have literally mailed a letter to Sonic Team begging to put our OCs in the series -- with no reference images included, of course; it was just a list of names.

And girl, you KNOW we were hyped for next-generation HD Sonic on XBox 360.  You KNOW it.

We disconnected in middle school and haven’t really made any efforts since, so I have no clue what their experiences were with that game. But mine was:

My family dropped several income brackets in the housing market crash and recession of 2007, so I had to make do with what I had for many years.  Sonic 06 was the furthest thing from my mind until I started watching Game Grumps in 2012.

Turns out the game was bad.  Bullet dodged, amirite?

Pff

I bought that game used and had to see for myself.  After all, Arin can’t video game, it may well be actually good?

(src:  Vizionsin on Tumblr)

This jarring sequence of events was a window into a popular understanding that Sonic Was Never Good.  One with a long list of evidence and receipts that only grew longer with every passing year.  Oh Generations is fun, huh?  Have you played it on 3DS?  You think Lost World on Wii U is frustrating?  Welcome back to handheld hell, dumbass!

And frankly, it doesn’t even matter what is said about Sonic Boom.  It doesn’t matter that the cartoon was entertaining, it doesn’t matter that Fire and Ice was a perfectly fine experience, and it doesn’t matter how Big Red Button got screwed over at the eleventh hour.  Rise of Lyric and Shattered Crystal are the death knell of the entire franchise, ringing out into the void with every Sonic fan desperately covering their ears as the blue hedgehog rots on the noose before our eyes.

B-but I still had hope!!  SEGA turned it around once, they can do it again!  Right?  .......Right???

At some point between the release of those two horror shows and the release of Sonic Mania, I went back and I played Sonic Adventure DX.  A game I remembered relatively fondly, despite all the haters.

And

Uh

Yeah

No

Sonic was never good.

And think about the position I’m in, sick to my stomach of nostalgia in general, when Sonic Mania hits, I buy it frame 1, only to discover that the level design has not evolved past 1994 when it really should have, and the entire game is festooned with these surface-level vapid callbacks that don’t add anything to the play experience.

Imagine my defeated sigh when Sonic Forces comes out and it’s the biggest vanilla wafer of nothing ever devised.

No surprise.

No anger.

Nothing.

Think about the last five years of subsequent, relative radio silence from a series that used to -- at the very least -- not let its blunders last long before they had a new one.  The conversation at large hasn’t had anything new to evolve from, it has only descended further and further into a tightening downward spiral of self-loathing and resentment.  Only hiccuped by the revelation of

Consider how one gross weirdo who Archie Comics employed for a while changed the entire global brand identity of the franchise because SEGA can’t write legal documents to save their life.

Perhaps you may begin to understand a small part of where I’ve been at mentally for ten years.  As much as I may want to be excited, engaged, or even interested in Sonic Frontiers, it isn’t even on my radar.  As much as I want to believe IDW Sonic is a good comic series, I can’t bring myself to read it.  As much as I want to be having fun with and being part of the fan community, where will we be when the next complete fucking disaster of a game comes out?  Some of y’all are barely holding on as it is.

This hedgehog is a wreck, and for all their success beyond him, so is his parent company.

But hey.  I am too.

(src:  TerminalMontage on Youtube)

Maybe this is the turnaround for Sonic, and we’re too battered to see it in the moment.  Sonic Movie 2 was apparently pretty entertaining.  Sonic Oranges is out, and apart from some weird nerds who care way too much about some mid Michael Jackson cuts, nobody seems to be complaining.  I’m also well aware that I’m the odd one out for Mania (and, tangentially, Freedom Planet), and we’re kinda just ignoring that one of the ascended fangame devs is an alt-right shitheel because so much of the stuff you see in the Sonic Amateur Games Expo and Sonic Hacking Contest just.  Gets it.  And has a high standard of quality, to boot.

Maybe this is just me saying “he wouldn’t hit me again, he loves me”.  But that’s a problematic analogy, and not a very good one, at that.  Sonic isn’t real, insofar as he has corporeal form as the creature with abilities the series purports him to be and have, and therefore not only can he not hurt me, he doesn’t even know I exist. Neither do any of the developers, or any of the suits in SEGA’s corporate office.  This is a parasocial relationship in the extreme.

Maybe SEGA will call me back one of these days and say “Yes!  Transgender Tails and Omelette’s West Side Island Adventure is kino AF, big dogecoin material!”  I think that one is especially likely, IMO.

I dunno.

Through it all, I have regularly returned to Sonic Adventure 2.  The swan song of an all-too-short console lifespan stacked with banger games, and no slouch itself.  Only a couple friction points really grate on me with it, nowadays, and that’s saying a lot compared to most people who’ve played it.

It may not be one of my favorite games ever.  It may not even be one of my preferred games in the series.  But it still has that something, that ephemeral energy at the intersection of SEGA hyperpop and cringe but free cool kids.  So does Sonic Heroes, Sonic Riders, Sonic Advance 2, Shadow the Hedgehog, and Shadow the Hedgehog.

Especially Shadow the Hedgehog.

(src:  mkf2308 on DeviantArt)

That energy speaks to me on a primal level.  And the canvas that is this franchise still makes it remarkably easy to imagine a form that is expansive, and caters to weirdos like me, even when I don’t actually want to.

Shit, look at this blog post.  It is filled with post-ironic memery on a level impossible to achieve if people didn’t care about something.  We don’t just care about Sonic the Hedgehog because we’re damaged arrested-development losers.  We are, but that’s beside the point.

That Sonic still gains and holds new fans even after Sonic 06, even after Rise of Lyric, I think that says something.  Most of Mario’s would-be competitors died off, both in 2D and 3D, after one bad game.

Not this mouthy asshole.  Millions of years of evolution pass by, meteors crash into the earth, ice ages freeze the entire planet, and just like crocodiles, Sonic endures.

And perhaps it’s because Sonic is just.  Good.  Turns out we’ve been freaking out over a couple bad games and overblowing their importance.  Could the series be more consistent?  Frankly at this point, I don’t care.  The weird diversity of everything about the hedgehog should be something we embrace, I think.

Alongside a perhaps tempered hope that we’ll get a fun game after all this waiting.

That’s probably what the true final stage of the Sonic Cycle is.  Accepting that we have a taste inscrutable to all the people who are just bad at games, and not giving a rat’s ass what IGN or whoever has to say.  Ascending above all the bullshit, understanding that we all, for better or worse, love Sonic the Hedgehog.

That we are all Sonicman.

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honey honey II - pink soldier

i love honey honey ! would definitely be interested in a part two ! :]

hi love! thank you so much! im so happy you like it <3 i do have some sort of idea which includes more chapters and different endings... 👀 hopefully it isn't too long or boring!!

part one to 'honey honey'

word count: 3,109 warnings: same as squid game, violence, etc.

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The wait until the Honeycomb game was over felt like hours. One by one people started coming back, more covered in blood than the ones before. You nervously sit in between Ali and Sae-Byeok, waiting for 001 and Gi-Hun to come back. The only thing you could do now is to wait, hope, and pray.

"Sirs! You made it!" Ali suddenly shouts.

You immediately turn your head to the door, seeing Gi-Hun and 001 standing in the opening. A weight lifts off of your shoulders, they made it.

"We were so worried!" You frown, looking between Gi-Hun and 001.

"Pff," Gi-Hun grins, "It will take a whole lot more to get rid of me! Hah!"

The group laughs before walking back towards the beds. It's best to stick together, a group will always come in handy. And after all, they're not the worst people to be surrounded with. They all bring their own talents, they make this dark situation a little brighter.

"Attention players. I will now announce the results of the second game."

For some reason, you had forgotten that there would be results. To be quite honest, the only thing you were able to focus on was to survive, the shock of seeing all those bodies still on your mind. You avert your gaze towards the big screen.

"Out of the 187 players who participated, 79 players were eliminated," the voice says.

How does it sound so bright and happy? The numbers sound terrifying, seventy-nine people that are now dead. More empty beds, less people. You stare at the large piggy bank that's hanging from the ceiling as it gets filled with more and more bills.

Isn't that why you're here? To win, get the money, and pay off all your debts? That is why you joined, but now that you have friends in the game, you aren't so sure if you want to win.

"The prize money accumulated this round is 7.9 billion won. The total prize money accumulated so far is now 34.8 billion won."

ꕔ

Time for dinner again. You stand in line behind Gi-Hun, patiently waiting for your turn.

"I nearly fucking died, and this is what I get in return? An egg for a meal."

You look up when you hear the voice, seeing player 101 standing right next to you. It seems that your eyes were on him for a second too long as he immediately walks closer to you.

"Is there something wrong, huh?"

The masked guards look at what's causing the commotion, seeing 101 towering over you. He looks strong and quite intimidating, you know for sure that you don't want to get on his bad side. If he even has anything other than that.

"Huh?!" He shouts, almost spitting in your face.

You move to wipe his spit off of your cheek.

"Nothing," you mumble, turning away from him.

Something about your actions doesn't please 101. Maybe it's because you don't look that intimidated by him. Either way, he's annoyed. He groans, tightly gripping you by your neck before pulling you against his chest. You yelp, trying to get out of his grip.

"Listen up, I will only tell you once. I swear that I will kill you," he growls, pressing your throat even harder. "You just fucking wait-"

"Player 101, step back from player 074."

The Triangle has come your way, pointing his gun at 101. His grasp on your neck is still tight, your face slowly becoming red from the lack of oxygen.

"Rules during mealtime. Form a line in the center of the room, then retreat to your place."

101 rolls his eyes before letting go of your throat. You gasp for air, falling against 456 before looking up at the Triangle. It's him again. But you notice a difference between him and all the other soldiers. He has a small hair-tie around his right wrist, barely visible against his black gloves. You nod at him before regaining your posture, standing up straight before coughing.

Triangle immediately takes back his place behind the circles, back in his original position with his gun in his hands.

"Are you okay?" Gi-Hun asks, a worried look on his face as he stares at your neck.

You just nod, not wanting to worry the poor man. You take one of the eggs and a bottle before going back to the rest of the group. An egg and a drink isn't all too much, but it's better than having nothing. Luckily everyone is there to cheer each other up. You ended up sitting in between Sang-Woo and Gi-Hun, listening to the story that the old man was telling you. He seems too sweet to be in the games, and also too old. What is a man like him doing in a dangerous place like this?

"Hey! Who do you think you are?!"

Player 271 is in the middle of the room, pointing at 101 and his team. You furrow your brows, what is going on? It's not smart to pick a fight with them, that's one thing you learned. You take a sip of the drink you have, nervously looking at the player.

"That's my food! You just ate it."

"Ah," 101 laughs. "This? Yours? I don't see a name on it."

271 sprints towards the laughing man, trying to take the half-filled bottle of cider out of his grasp.

"Give it back! It's mine!"

The bottle falls to the ground, shattering as the liquids spill all over the floor. 101 lets out a growl, pushing the man down.

"How come someone as scrawny as you are this greedy for food, huh?!"

101 keeps kicking the poor player, the room gasping with every hit. You breathe in shakily, wanting to stand up, but Sang-Woo grabs your wrist. He looks straight into your eyes before shaking his head. Too dangerous, don't do it.

"Learn to share," 101 screams, still kicking the poor man. "Greedy little shit!"

He turns away from the poor player, grabbing the shattered bottle on his way back. The last drops disappear in his mouth before he throws away the part that he was holding. You take your half-filled bottle before walking to 271.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You shake his shoulder, placing the glass bottle next to you.

"You can have my drink," you smile, patting his shoulder.

Sang-Woo follows you, softly pushing you to the side before placing his fingers on the man's neck. He clears his throat, looking from 271 to the guards, and then to you.

"He's uh... He's gone."

Gi-Hun then joins you, checking up on the man as well before running towards the guards. All he wants is for the man to be helped, someone just killed an innocent person out of the games. Isn't that against the rules?

"Player 271, eliminated."

The numbers on the screen change again as the lights lower, more and more money falling into the piggy bank. Fewer people, but more money. You look at 101, who seems to be... Proud? He has a grin on his face, not even slightly bothered by what he just did.

A black box gets carried into the sleeping quarters before they put the poor player in there. You grab your bottle with shaking hands before Sang-Woo and Gi-Hun guide you away. You would think that after a while, all the death wouldn't bother you anymore. But it does. And it will.

You notice the lingering look of one of the guards, staring straight at you from across the room. You just blink before turning away, this place is absolutely crazy.

"We can't fall asleep tonight," Sang-Woo mumbles. "If anything happens, come to our side, okay?"

Ali and you nod. You both sleep on the other side of the room, it would be the safest to run to the others just in case anything happens. Time goes by quite fast, and soon it's half an hour till the lights go out. Gi-Hun was telling the group all about his daughter and his personal life. You laugh at the silly stories he tells, it's nice to have someone like him in here.

Before you can respond, you notice something. A mask appears behind the door that leads to the halls, the Triangle. He lifts up his hand, gesturing for you to come towards the door. You frown, what does he need you for? Will you get murdered?

"I'm going to go to the bathroom. You know, before I end up like 212," you laugh. "Don't want to keep you all awake!"

You wipe your pants, getting up before walking towards the door. The masked face follows your movements up until you reach him.

"Um... Could I use the toilet?"

The door opens to reveal the Triangle, your Triangle. He gestures for you to start walking, following you closely. You enter the bathroom, Triangle closing the door behind you.

"Listen closely, okay?" He mumbles, looking at you. "This is the only place without cameras or a microphone. After 'lights out', a fight will break out. One bigger than with Player 101 and Player 271."

You look at him with big eyes. He's helping you yet again, but why? Aren't you just another player that they want to kill for money?

"People have gotten less food on purpose. We set the Players up for a fight," Triangle explains. "We turned people against each other."

The information is a lot to take in. People will fight tonight, fight anyone they can. You are especially terrified of 101, he can and will do the most damage. Triangle notices your worried look and places his hand on your shoulder.

"Stay with your team, stay with the strongest. But most of all," he slides a small pocket knife into the pocket of your pants. "Stay alive."

You nod, thanking the soldier before he leaves the bathroom. He looks up at the camera, signaling for the Square to rewind the security cameras to the right time.

Triangle follows you again once you finish, making sure you get back to the door.

"Player 074?" He then asks, right before going to the door.

"Yeah?"

"Be careful."

ꕔ

"Lights-out in thirty seconds."

You nervously look at the rest. Hopefully, there won't be a fight and the only thing that will happen is that everyone has a good night's sleep.

"If anything happens, come to my bed, alright? We will get together here," Gi-Hun explains, the group agreeing with him.

"Goodnight," you smile. "Be careful."

You quickly walk towards your bed as the voice begins to count down. Your bed is placed in the middle, which feels like the most unsafe spot, but it's not like you can switch at this point.

"Ten, nine, eight," the voice counts down.

The pocket knife feels heavy, heavier than before.

"Seven, six, five."

Let's pray that there's no fight.

"Four, three, two."

Please, stay safe.

"One."

The lights flicker before turning off completely. It feels like the room has never been this dark before. The only source of light is the screen that displays the money and the players. You clench the small knife in your hands, ready to use it just in case something breaks out.

You hear shuffling, or do you imagine it? It's hard to differentiate, but hopefully, it's all in your head.

But that scream isn't.

After that one scream, it all goes down. People frantically run around, either to try and get away or to try and get others. Your eyes dart around, trying to find anyone from your team. Gi-Hun, where was his bed? You yank the blanket off of your bed, holding it around you tightly as you softly slip off. As long as no one sees you, you'll be fine.

Gi-Hun can't be too far away. Just go straight through the room, and he should be there. One thing that's quite a problem, is that there is nothing in the middle of the room. If you were to run through it, someone would definitely see you. But if you would walk along the walls, then the chance that you would run into someone would be huge.

The chaos around you is getting bigger and bigger. People get stabbed, choked, thrown off of their beds. You have to get away, right now. You clutch the small knife in your hands before taking a deep breath. 'Stay alive, be careful.' Listen to the Triangle.

And then, you go. You run as fast as you can, down the stairs and towards Gi-Hun and the rest.

"You can't get away!" 101's voice screams, right behind you.

He grabs you, holding on to your blanket. You let out a scream, trying to get out.

"You arrogant bitch!"

You panic and let go of the blanket before stabbing 101 right into his thigh. He yelps as he lets go of you, clutching his leg. You don't even look back, you have to leave. Luckily you can spot the others.

"Sang-Woo! Ali! Gi-Hun!"

They catch you once you reach them, holding you tightly. Seconds after that someone else joins you. Sae-Byeok has a pained look on her face and bruises on her cheeks.

The middle of the room has turned into some sort of warzone. It's chaos. The lights start flickering again, making you see someone behind Sae-Byeok.

"No!" You shout, pulling her closer to you.

Sang-Woo has grabbed some steel pipes, giving one to Ali before knocking out the person in front of you. The blood on your face is sticky, you barely even know where it has come from.

"Where is 001?" You shout, looking around.

The poor man is nowhere to be found. His bed is supposed to be next to Gi-Hun, but it is now empty. Oh no, what if they have gotten to him?

"001?! 001?!" You all shout, running around.

Where is he? You have to find him, he is a part of your team. Not only that, but you have grown quite fond of the older man. It seems like he doesn't have a bad bone in his body.

Ali wields around the steel pipe, knocking everyone out when they get too close.

"All of you, stop this! I'm... I'm scared!"

001?

You all look up, seeing the old man standing on the highest bed in the room. How did he get up there?

"We're all going to die like this! Everyone, every single one of us!"

Everyone slowly starts looking at the older man. Bodies drop and the lights turn back on, showing the chaos to everyone.

Dead bodies are scattered around the entire room. Some are hanging down the beds, on the floor, it's a gruesome sight to see. Your hands are shaking as you put your pocket knife back in your pants. Hopefully, it wouldn't get you in trouble. Your hands and face are covered in blood, was it yours? You fall down to the floor, staring at your stained hands. How many people have died in this short time?

The big sliding doors open and multiple Triangles step out together with a Square. One Triangle starts shooting in the air to stop the last people from fighting. Considering you were quite close to the door, you could see his wrist. Hair-tie.

The shots still make you nervous, will you have to pay for the fight that broke out? The soldiers point their guns at everyone, ordering them to drop whatever they are holding and to turn around with their hands high.

It might not be noticeable to his colleagues, but Triangle his eyes are darting through the room. He had to wait in front of the door, so he couldn't see anything on the security cameras. What if you had fallen too? Hopefully, the knife helped you out, but he wouldn't know until he would find you. Alive. There are so many bodies, but none with the number he is looking for. But then he spots you, fallen to the floor and barely able to hold yourself up.

He's relieved. You have made it.

Triangle walks towards you and your group, but his gun isn't pointed directly at you. It is in a position where he could immediately fire it, but he doesn't want to accidentally shoot.

"Hands above your heads."

Gi-Hun helps you up, making sure that you can stand by yourself before letting go. Triangle takes a good look at you, are you hurt? He pats everyone down to make sure no one has a weapon anymore. The last one to get checked is you.

You are shaking from shock, fear, confusion. How would you be able to sleep after this? Numbers are being called, indicating the death of the person. You feel the Triangle his hands on you, discreetly taking the knife out of your pocket before slipping it into his.

"Player 074, are you wounded?"

You slowly turn around to face him. You look so different from only a day ago. The shimmer in your eyes is gone, you look tired and above all, you are covered in blood.

"I don't... I don't think so," you sigh, wiping your face.

It almost feels like your hand is stuck on your face, sticking together because of the blood. It's disgusting. You don't feel any pain, or maybe it's the adrenaline. Triangle nods, wiping away a droplet of blood from your cheek before stepping back.

So many numbers are being called, did that many people die? They walk in with the black and pink boxes again, carrying everyone that has died out. The Triangles meet in the middle again, most of them leaving while only four of them stay back. Some Circles are mopping the floor, trying to get rid of all the bloodstains.

What about your bed? They have all fallen over, and even if you could find it back, you wouldn't have your blanket. You then decide to just lay on the cleanest mattress you could find, one without blood. It might sound easy, but it was quite a task to find one. You lay down on top of it, closing your eyes. Please, let tomorrow be easy.

Triangle is one of the last four soldiers in the sleeping quarters, making sure that the Circles do their job and that there wouldn't be any other fights. He keeps a close eye on you, up till the point where they all have to leave the sleeping chambers. He is the last one to leave the room, making sure to give you one last glance before locking the door.

You made it through the night, and that was the most important.

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Little!Tommy and CG!SBI // RPF

A/N : Okay so I apologize if this writing is just everywhere. I just really wanted to get this done because it was a self comfort fic aa. I’m hoping that if I do enough small writings, it’ll help me improve! (Because I took a long long break from writing before this blog pff) Hope you enjoy none the less. (Is that how you use that sentence? I dunno). Also the place I talk about Tommy wanting to see is not an actual build on the Origins SMP.

Also, not edited!! There may be misspells!! And this does not represent the entire “Tubbo replaced Tommy with Ranboo” thing at all. I don’t like those kinds of things, so please don’t relate it to that. And this is based off their Internet personalities if that makes sense??

TW/CW : Cursing, the nicknames kiddo and bubs

It was a good stream with the bench trio so far, the three of them just hanging out and poking fun at one another from time to time. Basically just the normal for the three.

It had been just them talking for about an hour or so, but they ended up deciding they were going to hop on the Origins SMP. Tubbo and Ranboo needed to fix stuff around the server and Tommy would follow them around, probably making fun of little stuff that didn’t make sense.

It was fun for all of them, especially Tommy since he hadn’t been on the Origins SMP much. It was cool to see all the stuff everyone built.

“Burn bitch!” Tommy’s avatar hit Tubbo’s with a diamond sword, making the other’s health go down. “I didn’t even do anything that time!” Ranboo let out a laugh at the other two—he then attacked Tommy’s character with his own weapon. “Sorry, Tommy! I have to do it for the content”

Tommy let out a groan, “excuses! It just cause you two are fucking married so you have to be like ‘oh I’m Ranboo, and I love a man platonically who likes eating DIRT with bees. And I must protect him’” The teen raised his voice higher so it sounded like he was mocking the other.

“Bees don’t eat dirt”

They continued messing around on the server, Tommy proceeded to do the same thing he was doing.

Though, he noticed a building on the SMP that caught his eye. He hadn’t seen it before so he had to go to it.

“Hey, let’s-“

“Ranboo we have to go over there to get the right materials”

The blond raised an eyebrow, and then went to the other’s characters.

Deciding what he wanted to explore wasn’t that important anymore, he followed them.

The other two just needed smelted stone for—whatever reason. Tommy wasn’t listening, he was focused on something else.

While on the way back to where they were, they passed by the place again. Since it was on the way, it wouldn’t be too much of an interruption to what the other two were doing. And he didn’t want to go alone, plus he needed someone to tell him what the hell it was.

“Mr.Ranboob, I think we shoul-“ “that’s cobblestone Tubbo!” The brunet looked at what the other was holding, which was definitely not smooth stone. Tubbo let out an exaggerated gasp, “what??”

Letting out a soft sigh, he knew they’d be taking another trip. So he went along with it again.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, it’s just a building in a game. He could always see what it was another time.

—————

This went on for another two hours.

Tommy continued to be interrupted due to the other two needing to do something. And he didn’t want to get in the middle of what they wanted to do.

The teen always shook it off as what he wanted to do was not that important, and it wouldn’t be entertaining for the viewers for Tommyinnit to look at a new build he hadn’t seen.

Though he’d be lying if he said it didn’t upset him.

He just wanted to see the colorful arrangement of blocks! Was that so much to ask? Plus it had some flowers around it, it was pretty!

“Alright let’s go over here” Tommy whined at another instruction, at this point he felt like an extra. Not because it was them two doing stuff together, but because he wasn’t helping. He wasn’t adding on to anything, except some commentary.

But he wanted to do more than that! But after he saw the thing he wanted to see, but that wasn’t happening. So he couldn’t help but get distracted by what his mind seemed to be fixated on. (Aka, the structure.)

Luckily for Tommy, he wasn’t streaming. So nobody could see that he had his knees up to his chest, and that his eyes were a bit glassier than normal.

And they definitely couldn’t see him chewing on his fingers with his non vacant hand.

He was tired, mentally and physically. He wanted to be listened to, not ignored whether it was intentional or not. (Of course he knows it’s not intentional, those are his best friends! But he’s still upset about it.)

The now mentally younger let out a small whine, this wasn’t fair! They were barley paying any attention to him at all. “Tommy?” The little perked his head up and looked towards Ranboo’s character. He hadn’t noticed he was spaced out for so long. “Yeah?” “You were quiet so I was just checking up on you”

Tommy let out a long exhale before speaking, “I was doing big man shit! Somethin’ you wouldn’t understand, Ran-boo”

The other two let out a fit of laughter while Tommy took his other hand away from the mouse.

Acting big wasn’t fun and just hurt him in a way he couldn’t describe. He hated it. He wanted Wilby, and Techie, and Ph-

“I gotta get off. Mum is asking me to do the dishes”

He waited for a response, hopefully they didn’t question why is was so random. “alright! Bye Tommy!” “Bye Tommy!! Say bye to Tommy, chat!”

The blond let out a few giggles before clicking his mouse and ending the call. He let out a sigh of relief and quickly opened the group chat with the other sleepy bois.

He pressed the call button, not thinking if his friends were busy or not. He just wanted his caregivers right now, that’s all that mattered to him.

He messed with his fingers nervously while listening to the call ring. Surely someone could answer, right?

His doubts were cut off rather quickly by a familiar voice speaking up, “Hey Toms! Is everything alright? It’s not usual for you to call out of nowhere”

The little let out a small whimper again, too shy to explain what was going on. Though, Wilbur caught on quickly. He immediately shifted into caregiver mode, “Bubs, what’s wrong? Did something happen during the stream, bud?” Tommy messed with his fingers some more before chewing on them once again.

“Ah ah, go get your pacifier, Toms. Then you can tell me about what happened”

The mentally (and physically) younger got up from his chair and walked over to a nearby dresser. He grabbed ahold of his red and black pacifier and went back to his desk. “Good job! Now can you tell me what’s up, bubs?” Tommy messed around with his pacifier, since he had something other than his hands to distract him.

“Tub an ‘Boo ignorin’ me” he raised the pacifier up to his mouth, “don’ think they meanin’ to though”

Wilbur nodded at the response, seeming to think for a moment. “Well, why don’t I tell Ranboo and Tubbo how it made you feel, yeah? I’ll let them know after the stream. I’m sure they didn’t mean it”

Tommy looked up at the camera, “no! Theys gon’ think I’m c’ybaby. An’ then theys gon’ be sad cause they made me sad” he curled into a ball on his chair and put his pacifier in his mouth. Wilbur let out a small “ah” to show he understood.

“They won’t call you a crybaby, Toms.” The older took a second to think, “They’ll be happy that you told them though. So then they’ll know what they were doing to make a little one like you, upset”

The little seemed to think for a moment and then nodded his head as an, “okay”.

Discord made a noise from Tommy’s computer, notifying the two that someone else had joined. The blond smiled as Technoblade’s icon lit up, almost immediately he made grabby hands at the camera.

“Techie!!”

The older let out a soft laugh, you could tell he was smiling from behind the screen. “Hey, bubs. Do we have a little kiddo today?” Tommy giggled and nodded his head. Technoblade turned on his camera, he knew when Tommy was regressed it tended to make him comfier if he could see everyone.

“I’m sure Phil will be here in just a second, I was just on the call with him” he stopped to take a breathe, “and I’m sure he’ll be very excited to see little Tom Toms”

The little let out another small fit of giggles before standing up from his chair and grabbing ahold of a raccoon stuffie. He brought it back to his desk and held it up to the camera. “Look!! His name Racco!!” Tommy excitedly announced, basically bouncing in his chair. “He’s adorable, bubs! Is that the one Phil got you?” The mentally younger nodded as he played with the Raccoon’s tail.

Tommy looked up at his screen as he heard someone join, it was Phil!!

“Phil look!! ‘S name is Racco!!”

“Oh! You already named him, huh?” Phil had ordered him a new plushie since he had been doing good. It was a small gift from the older. “Mhm!!”

“Heyyy! I thought we agreed I’d give him his next stuffed animal” Wilbur fake pouted as he crossed his arms, “you took too long” Phil replied, letting out a chuckle.

Wilbur was going to get him a new stuffie too?? Wait huh? Tommy’s eyes lit up, “new stuffie from Wilby??” Wilbur replied with a nod, “yep! We can talk about that tomorrow though, there’s someone who wants to talk to you” the younger tilted his head to the side confused. “Well, two people”

Wilbur added Ranboo and Tubbo to the call after the stream had ended (after asking them of course). Tubbo spoke up first, “I’m sorry Toms, I didn’t know we made you upset and we didn’t mean to.” Ranboo hummed in agreement, “yeah. We apologize, we didn’t mean to hurt your feelings”

The blond thought about what they said for a moment before having a fake little conversation with his stuffie. “Shoul we fo’give them? They seems sorry” he whispered to his stuffie as he made the plush pat him on the arm, basically saying yes.

The little looked back at the camera and made a thumbs up. “Is okay! I fo’give you.” He seemed to think for a moment, “I will super fo’give you if you buys me a new sweater!!” everyone in the call laughed, “will do, kiddo”

Tommy then rambled on and on about a new cartoon him and Techno watched together the other night. They all listened and asked questions about it, and Tommy eventually forgot about what happened earlier. Plus, it didn’t matter anymore. They said sorry and it was all better!!

Soon enough, Tommy let out a small yawn as his eyes threatened to close.

“Aw, is bubs tired from his long day today?” Wilbur’s voice softened as the little looked away, “no! Not tired!!”

“You sure, Toms? You can always talk to us tomorrow if you want.” Techno explained while adjusting his headphones.

“Nope! Don’ wanna”

“But Toms, you can play allllll day tomorrow if you do! Wouldn’t you want to spend more time with Racco?”

The little looked at his plush before looking back at the camera. He let out a sigh and nodded.

“Otay”

“Alright, go ahead and get changed into some comfier clothes.”

“Yeah! Me and Ranboo have to go but it was really nice talking to you, kiddo! Goodnight” Tubbo smiled at the camera before waving. Tommy waved back as the two left the call.

He then turned off his camera and changed into a blue onesie with a rocket ship pattern on it.

He turned his camera back on, “good job, bubs! Can you try and switch over to your phone for me?

Tommy grabbed ahold of his phone and pulled up the discord group chat, with a click of a button he joined the call on his phone.

He went over to his bed with the Raccoon plush and pulled the covers over himself.

Everyone had turned their camera’s off by now.

“Goodnight, little Tom Tom. Sweet Dreams. We’ll be here when you wake up”

“Ni Ni”

Tommy then closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. Today was a good day for little Tommy.

#can you tell I rushed the end?? aa #I’m not very proud of this one but I’m tired and wanted to get it out lmao #age regression #agere #mcyt agere #mcyt age regression #sfw agere #dream smp #dream smp age regression #dream smp agere #Tommyinnit #sbi #little tommy #little tommyinnit #CG sbi #caregiver sbi #CG Wilbur #CG Techno #CG Philza

[twisted-crumpets]

The soft Vil and kissing headcanons I'm- 😭😭😭😭😭 Could I have headcanons for NRC having a ball and MC just walks up to Riddle, Azul, Vil, Idia and Malleus (seperately ofc) being like "I've decided that you're gonna be my date for the ball 😊". I know I picked like, the 5 worst characters for this, imagine the audacity and guts you gotta have to pull that on Vil and Malleus 😂

Pff MC strolling up with guts of steel

I- Imagine like slamming down a corsage or smth and being like “you, me dance a lil, get to know each other, maybe smooch idk” to Vil 😂😂

Also, thank you very much for liking my Vil headcanons, it made me smile.

━━ Riddle Rosehearts ━━

To say that Riddle wasn’t stressed out of his mind would be a complete and utter lie.

After spending a good chunk of his time dedicated to scolding Ace and chasing Floyd the poor crimson leader was staring at his watch, panicking as the seconds tick by.

Hearing soft footsteps, he whipped his head ready to berate whoever was dawdling in the dorms and not laying out the table for the upcoming unbirthday party, but froze upon the sight of his darling.

“Oh! Love, I’m sorry you have caught me at a bit of a bad time. What is the reason for your visit?”

He was not at all prepared for his darling to demand his presence at the school ball and couldn’t help but splutter as his face slowly began to turn into a shade that could rival his hair.

“I- you... do you have any sense of decorum or poise?”

Ignoring the blush smeared across his cheeks, Riddle began to criticise the “invitation” and how it did not comply with the rules of the queen of hearts.

However, he soon quietened down when his love teasingly asked if that meant he was rejecting them, reducing the strict dorm leader into a flustered mess.

“That most certainly was not a no!... I just, I believed that we were automatically going to arrive together... I didn’t expect to be asked so abruptly.... I... let me try this again.”

Clearing his throat, Riddle knelt onto the ground, surprising the dorm members who were slowly filing into the room, sweetly holding onto his dearest’s hand.

“Darling, it would be the upmost honour of the highest degree to accompany you to the ball.”

Laying a kiss onto the back of their hand, he couldn’t hide the smirk beginning to grow onto his face as he amusedly watched their face grow as brightly as his own.

━━ Azul Ashengrotto ━━

Due to the rise in contracts during the exam season, Azul’s paperwork began to increase as well and the poor octopus could already feel every part of his back creak in protest everytime he leant down.

Opening the heavy door to his study, his darling was not surprised that he barely even looked their way before pressing his nose against his documents, scanning their contents tiredly.

Attempting to gain his focus, his darling decided to demand that he join them at the ball.

His response was lacklustre at best, not even taking his eyes off his his work to reply.

“Hm? Ah yes, of course my treasure.”

Suddenly, his quill paused in its journey across his contracts and he froze, dropping it against the pristine desk.

At first, his response was “hmmm? Ah yes of course, my treasure.”

That was until, the demand finally processed in his mind, then he just stood wide eyed and froze, dropping his quill.

He gasped at his darling, his azure eyes getting increasingly smaller in shock.

After a few minutes, his darling was finally able to call his name through their giggles, and he snapped back to life.

“Oh my angelfish~ what a tempting command. But, I can only make wishes come true if they are a request.”

Smiling coyly, he observed his darling floundering for the proper words to ask him.

Crooking a gloved finger, he beckoned them closer, mischief practically glowing in his eyes, and gently pulled them into a slow kiss.

“That is a deal I could simply not turn down. Alright, I will gladly join you, my pearl.”

━━ Vil Shoenheit ━━

As a deep lover of all things intricate and organised, this was nothing short of messy.

Fabrics ranging in colour, texture and pattern covered every inch of his room, and Vil was extremely critical of which would be worthy to be used to decorate the dorm room.

He revelled the peaceful silence that lingered in the room, which demanded complete and utter focus, until his darling came barrelling into the room.

“Ah! Fairest no! You could’ve sullied the fabrics... whatever possessed you to come stumbling in like an elephant better be of high importance.”

Returning to his work, he did not expect shaky warm hands to cup his face, and he slowly moved his gaze to their face, observing the rosey flush due to their exercise prior.

In a shocked trance, Vil watched as his darling bolted from the room, after loudly proclaiming that he was coming with her to the ball.

Snapping his manicured fingers, his poor love was dragged like a sack of potatoes over the shoulder of his loyal huntsman, who overheard the events that unfolded with a wide grin.

“My dear, whilst your confession was executed rather... uniquely, I believe I must be the one to give an answer on whether or not I shall attend with you.”

With a cat-like smile, he basked in the nervous gaze of his darling which bounced around the room, whilst he pretended to find his nails exceedingly interesting, before finally accepting with sophisticated air.

Striding up to his darling briskly to tenderly cradle their face, peppering sweet kisses and giggling at the look of bewilderment and shock that graced their face.

━━ Idia Shroud ━━

Finding Idia furiously slamming his fingers into his keyboard, fully enamoured with the happenings on his computer, was not new.

Observing his hunched and focused figure, his darling decided that it was due time for him to take a break and attempted to tear his eyes away from the harsh glare of the screen.

“Oh pixel, I promise I will stop right after this round don’t worry.”

Unfortunately, he couldn’t even press a single key when he heard his lover announce that he would be attended the ball alongside them.

Turning a blind eye to the blatant ‘game over’ on his monitor, Idia’s hair began to burn a vibrant assortment of deep reds and he muttered incomprehensible half sentences, his current state akin to a phone after being dropped into a pool.

“You... me... public... together... d..dancing..”

Like a mouse, he burrowed his way inside the cozy depths of his hoodie, squeaking out his agreement, before flinging his arms around their middle and smooshing his face into their stomach in an attempt to distract them from his vermillion hair and face.

“.. I would love that very much thank you.”

 ━━ Malleus Draconia ━━

For Malleus, midnight strolls are the highlight of his day.

From exploring the picturesque ruins of castles he might’ve known once upon a time, to marvelling at the loyal gargoyles that remain standing guard at the entrance, that frequently remind him of the two guards of his back at his dorm.

Although, he couldn’t deny that, the main reason for his enjoyment in his nightly activities was when doing so with his truest love.

On this day, instead of the usual lighthearted air between them, a nervous yet determined one replaced it, filling the horned boy with curiousity, which grew as he gazed deeply into the eyes of his love, who appeared to be summoning every ounce of courage to look back into his.

“Truest, what is ailing you?”

Nothing could quite prepare him for the explosive torrent of words that spilled from their lips that took his brain a whole series of seconds to decipher.

When it finally clicked that he had received that invitation, no one could’ve possibly smiled brighter or laughed merrier than he, as he whisked his beloved into his arms, pressing his lips against theirs passionately.

Pulling away, his chest rumbling with laughter, he cheekily beamed at the dumbfounded expression that graced his love’s features.

“My my, inviting me so suddenly, and with such a demanding tone too. Why this is an interesting declaration, and I would be a fool to not accept. Very well my truest, I accept. You best do well to not be late, I am looking forward to this.”

I’m so sorry this took so long, school said no❤️

I hope you enjoyed your meal!

#brain frying #twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #vil shoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #g/n reader

[mocha-tapioca]

D&D… but It Never Started

part one of the twst!au game night series, written by me and my oh-so-lovely bsf @starsunns during a game of frantic fanfic

Game night was fun. Game night was usually fun. 

This game night was less fun and more confusing, especially considering Idia and Azul were the ones hosting. What were they all playing, you ask? 

“Dungeons and Dragons!” Azul exclaimed, holding the box up as if it was revered. Honestly, Idia probably worshipped it more than he did, he of all people was basically vibrating. 

 Riddle, Phobia, Lilia and Jade looked… very confused. 

“Dragons? Like…” Lilia trailed off for a bit. “The ones Diasomnia has?” 

Idia shook his head. “More like this is an alternate, fantasy sort of setting, one that’s different from our world.” 

“Oh, so Cherry X—“ 

“I will have you know that Hierarchy Cherry X is of greater quality than D&D, but! Anyway!” Idia’s hair sparked a bit, then settled back down, though still much more animated than usual. “Everyone, create a character!” Passing out template sheets to everyone, he and Azul started whispering to each other excitedly. 

Meanwhile, Phobia and Riddle were… still confused! “I’m still not quite sure what we’re supposed to be doing here…” the redhead mumbled, letting out a quiet sigh before reading the paper. “Race? Like… a competition of speed?” 

“Mm, no, I don’t think that’s it.” Phobia adjusted her glasses, then grabbed her pen and started scribbling. 

“Wait, you know what to do?!” 

“Oh, I have no clue, actually. I’m just going with my gut and seeing how overpowered I can make my character.” 

“No, wait, you need dice for that—“ Azul was cut off by Jade, who hadn’t spoken until now. He brought out a bunch of multicoloured dice.

"Jade, let's make our characters as overpowered as possible so we can piss off—" 

 "I was already doing that," Jade interrupted, a bit rude, but no one really cared. "I have made my character, and I am ready to introduce her when it's possible,"  

"Wait..." Idia said, glancing over. "You're already done? How—" 

 "How sheltered do you think I am, Idia? Just because I spent a few years in the deep seas doesn't mean I'm not well versed in the human culture of "board games", in fact, I am the one who introduced Azul to this genre of knowledge in the first place. Idia, you must not assume things of people—" 

 "Okay grandpa, maybe age your character up a few," Lilia said, sadly ending the long rant that Jade apparently conjured up in a span of five seconds. 

 Riddle paused for a second, his fingers delicately wrapped around his pencil like it was a child's hand. "I... don't know what to do," 

 "Just create yourself—" "If I have to deal with two Riddle's, I think I'll cry. Or die. Or both," 

"Azul," Idia started softly, his eyes taking quick glances to the boy next to him. "I'm starting to think this was a bad idea," 

 "Maybe inviting Lilia and Jade together was a bad idea," Azul said softly. 

 "This is my character," Phobia said, showing the two game masters the paper. "His name is Cooler-Azul, and he does drugs—" 

"Game canceled. The game is canceled forever. We are NEVER doing this again, ever!" 

 "Okay four-eyes, calm down," 

 "Idia, you stare at the screen all day, how much longer until you need glasses?" Azul asked, pushing up his. 

 Lilia leaned over, "Is his name really Cooler-Azul?" 

 "No," Phobia whispered softly. "I just did it to piss him off. It's... really easy to piss him off, like... watch this," Phobia cleared her throat. "Hey, Azul," 

 "What?" 

 "Remember a few weeks ago when you asked if anyone stole your phone and downloaded like... fifteen viruses? Yeah, that was me," 

 "You said that was Floyd!" 

 "He watched too." 

 Azul sighed. 

 "I would still like to play Dungeons and Dragons though," Riddle piped up. "I think playing a guy who heals everyone would be cool... I could be in the back and be a baker and—" 

 "Pff, nerd!" 

 "Lilia, I will k--" Riddle stared Phobia in the eyes before backtracking. "Lilia, I respect your opinion a lot, but you are wrong and I dislike the intense eye contact right now,"

“Oh~?” Lilia hummed, twirling his pencil as he grinned slyly, taunting the other boy. “And what are you gonna do about it, little baby mOW WHAT THE EVERLOVING FU—“ The fae recoiled back enough to fall off his chair, alerting everyone in the room with a loud thud. Nobody seemed to care, though, much to his annoyance. “Uh, hello? Injured by a small, angry, red little man?” he grumbled. 

Riddle smiled as he walked over, picked up his pencil straight out of Lilia’s forehead (good lord, little man…), and walked back. “On second thought,” he chirped, “I think it would be much better for my character to be an archer, considering how well my aim is in real life.” 

Jade smiled down at Lilia, who was glaring daggers at him. “I’ll help you out… for a price, of course.” 

“Shut up :)” Lilia hoisted himself back onto his chair, facing away from Riddle with a small “hmph” and a huff. 

Phobia scooted her chair over to Jade’s. “Psssst.” 

“You aren’t very good at being subtle. There’s four other people here and absolutely no point in whispering.” 

“I’m going to ignore that comment, because I am always right, so shut up.” Sliding her character sheet over to him, she erased all her doodles. “What did you do for your character?” 

“Oh, well it’s simple, actually. See, over here is….” 

Phobia would have kept listening if she wasn’t intimidated by the giant chunks of writing on his paper. Honestly, she was pretty sure it extended another few pages, judging by the staple in the corner. 

So what did she do? 

Grab the paper, run to the other side of the table, and burn it. 

The moment of nothing but despair on Jade’s face was very much worth it to her. “There we go,” she hummed. “This is a new game of D&D, what use is there to grab an old character? Now you can make a new— CAREFUL WITH THAT.” 

Jade had grabbed his wand and was now pointing it at Phobia, who started to run out of the game room and was now being chased. Riddle and Lilia used this opportunity to throw things at each other. Azul and Idia looked at each other. 

Never play D&D with these four again.

#twst!au game night #🔷ai writes #twisted wonderland #twst #idia shroud #lilia vanrouge #jade leech #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #twst wonderland #twst hcs #twst headcanons #if there’s a difference in quotation marks phobia wrote that one

[levis-little-nuggie]

What the Ever-loving FUCK Happened in Chapter 16??!?!!

A synopsis/transcript of the events that transpired between the end of Lesson 15 and 16.

15-17: Time Loop 1

Barb shows us to his room and goes over the mission, telling us how to return back to the “present” after finding out about the door

15-20: no title

Open to Mammon’s room, all the brothers are in there bc they’re trying to get Lucifer and MC together, like a horror/scary thing to set the mood; the purpose to get Lucifer and MC alone together to open up; MC’s portal opens up and plops them in Mammon’s room with all the brothers; Lucifer and MC are in Levi’s room to play the game. We leave Mammon's room and immediately have to hide

16-1: Time Loop 2

Lucifer and MC are coming out of Levi's room and we're forced to hide in Lilith’s hidden room.

16-6: Time Loop 3

MC finds themselves standing face-to-face with Belphie, the attic door is open, and he starts hugging MC.

16-10: no title

Belphie kills us, then we’re speaking to a voice (Lilith's soul had been trapped, “I knew I picked the right person, I’ve been waiting for so long, you see. I’ve been waiting for you to come find me...after my death I remembered who I was, ever since becoming a soul, I’ve been watching over them, and in that time, I’ve forgotten how to get to the Celestial Realm.”) 

16-12: The Reunion

Brothers are standing over MC’s corpse and Belphie is out of the attic. There's a flashback of Barb telling us to find out how/who opened the attic door and not to be seen by anyone; however the brothers see us and the body Mammon is holding disappears; MC talks about Lilith having lived happily as a human.

16-15: no title

“I tell everyone the story as I heard it from Lucifer;” Diavolo comes in and informs MC they’re Lilith’s descendent. All the brothers start hugging MC and Diavolo asks: “Do you want to hug MC too, Belphegor?”

16-17: The Truth Revealed

Belphie tells us it’s his fault he couldn’t protect Lilith but Lucifer says it was his fault. The screen goes black and we're left with the assumption Lucifer lays out everything we already know based on what he revealed earlier in lesson 11 and in MC's flashbacks of Lucifer swearing loyalty to Diavolo.

16-19: no title

Barb is making and serving tea to the brothers, everyone’s in a good mood.

Lesson 17 starts with everyone acting awkward now with Belphie out of the attic and MC is now tasked with mending his relationships with all the brothers.

But wait, aren't we missing something?

You're right. We are.

16-A: Stuck Waiting

Levi: *sigh*

Asmo: Ugh, Levi, how many times have you sighed now?

Levi: I dunno, maybe 10 or so?

Satan: No it’s been 30 times at least

Asmo: Yes but what about you, Satan? How many cups of tea have you had, hmm? You know, if that stomach of yours gets all bloated from tea, i’m going to find you much less appealing

Satan: I couldn’t care less whether you find me appealing or not, Asmo. Also, instead of criticizing me, how about you say something to mammon here

Mammon: *mumble* … man this sucks so much … *grumble*

Asmo: Mammon, do you think maybe you could stop pacing around the room grumbling to yourself?

Levi: yeah, it’s super annoying

Mammon: Shaddup! How can I sit still at a time like this, huh? I mean MC went to the PAST!... Alone! Lke, MC may seem like someone who’s really got it together and stuff, but there’s a real boneheaded streak there that pops up at the weirdest times! Boneheaded, weak, and super reckless. Oh, and too damn gutsy! You never know when Marcie’s gonna take some sorta crazy risk! And like, that makes me wanna be there just in case. Like I GOTTA be there, or who knows what’ll happen?

Levi: Mmhm, sure, MC is SOOO special to you… What, are we supposed to be impressed or something?

Asmo: ooh I know exactly what you mean! It’s like you can’t help but what to lie down together on a bed or a sofa and do all sorts of naughty things- 

Satan: You’d better not do that Asmo

Asmo: excuse me? Could that be jealousy I hear, Satan? Relax. I won’t deny that MC is cute, but still, I think you’re pretty cute too Satan, so no need to worry

Levi: Yeah, MC really IS totally cute, don’t you think? And sort of … hard not to like… *grumbles*

Asmo: wait a minute… Levi, am I hearing what I think i’m hearing

Satan: You’ve only ever been interested in yout anime characters. Levi, has something changed?

Mammon: Whoa, is it just me or does that totally sound like a sign that Armageddon’s about to hit?

Levi: hey come on! Stop looking at me like that! Um...um...Asmo! You should go to the past and check to see how things are going!

Asmo: excuse me/ I know you’re just trying to change the subject, but don’t be ridiculous! I mean, you know that’s impossible. The doors into the past are inside Barbatos’s room, you realize?

Levi: Sure, but can’t you use your powers to charm Barbatos or something?

Asmo: ugh… no thank you! I mean, we’re really talking about Barbatos. If my powers did work on him, who knows what he might do to me once he ends up charmed? He might kill me, and i’m too young for that.

Mammon: pff, what’re ya, chicken?

Asmo: okay them why don’t you go seduce him, Mammon?

Mammon: Me? Um...really? … … Oh no no no no! No way that’s happening!

Asmo: but you really considered it for a second there, didn’t you? You considered seducing Barbatos!

Mammon: N-no, I didn’t! I mean, if it were MC, that’d be another story…!

Levi: You don’t need to remind us that you’ve got it bad for MC, Mammon. Keep it to yourself.

Satan: Well, powers of seduction don’t work on MVC to begin with, so you couldn’t do it even if you wanted to. Come to think of it...why are we all so hung up on MC anyways? It’s hard to believe that a simple human could have this kind of effect on us.

Asmo: hmm…I guess MC is just special, you know?

Mammon: ...yeah right. Special, that’s it!

Asmo: Still, let’s be honest. When it comes down to it, out of all of us, I’m the only one Marcie has eyes for!

Mammon: ...huh? What’re you talkin’ about?

Asmo: well it’s only natural, right? I mean, show me a human who doesn’t find me absolutely irresistible

Levi: ...well i’ll have you know that MC said that i was a true friend

Mammon: You’re all dumb as stumps! Have you all forgotten? I was MC’s first, after all, so clearly I’M the one deservin’ of all the love!

Satan: *blushing profusely*...

Asmo; mammon, don’t be intentionally misleading! You ‘ve got satan here thinking that you actually WERE MC’s first. Satan, what Mammon really means is that he was the first one to make a pact, okay?

Satan:...pff, like i care

Levi: if you don’t care, then why do you look so relieved? We can all see it on your face, Satan

Mammon: oh MC…! MC! Come back to us dammit! And soon!

Levi: Wait a minute! Where’d Beel go?

Asmo: Beel? Um, he was right there a second ago. 

Satan: Maybe he went to find Belphie?

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Beel: ...Belphie? Are you in there?

Lucifer: Shh, quiet

Beel: …! Lucifer!

Lucifer: he seems to be asleep

Beel: …

Lucifer: Beel, there’s something I need to talk to you about

Beel: What?

Lucifer: When belphie disappeared, you were the one who it hurt the most

Beel:…

Lucifer: I shouldnt’ have lied and told you he was up in the human world. It was wrong of me. Also, i knew how hard it was for you, but i couldn’t bring myself to talk to you about it… i’m sorry

Beel: Forget it. It’s fine. Belphie’s back now, so it’s fine.

Lucifer: Beel…

B: but to make up for it, Lucifer… from now on, i want you to trust the rest of us more. Look to us for help and support when you need it. Not just me. I mean all of us - including Belphie

Lucifer: But what if that still isn’t enough, even with all of us working together? What then?

Beel: that’s easy. At times like that...you can call on MC to help, of course. Isn’t that right?

L: Yeah. That’s right. 

Beel: I sure hope MC comes back soon. 

Lucifer: Yeah. And by the time that happens, Belphie will probably have woken up, too.

That's right. There exists a dimension where they don't get their MC back. The MC from that dimension has replaced the MC that Belphie killed.

Diavolo and Barb sent MC back in time to figure out who or how the attic door opened. MC had been acting under the notion that they needed the power equivalent of having pacts with all 7 brothers to open the door yet, even in the time loop it's still not clear. One moment we're hiding in Lilith's secret room and the next, we're standing in front of Belphie and the door is open.

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