#this probably makes zero sense but oh well at least i got something out for childe's bday :3

[kazumist]

MEANINGFUL SILENCE .ᐟ

✩ — in which childe finds himself always sitting next to you every time he takes the bus ride home.

✩ — includes: childe x gn!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 971. happy birthday to the one and only childe ajax tartaglia (aka my boyfriend very real not clickbait)! a tad bit messy this is rlly just pure vomit ahahaha ;;

It was always the same routine every day for Childe.

Wake up, eat, get ready for work, go to work, go home, eat, sleep, and repeat. For the past  three consecutive years he's been working for the current company he’s at, Childe has been doing that routine. A bit too repetitive, he’ll admit that. But he finds it perfectly fine to repeat this routine, as it doesn’t really bother him at all. What’s there to complain about anyway? It was his routine.

The first time Childe saw you, you were at least two rows away from him on the bus. 

Every ride home, he always takes the one at the very back if it isn’t occupied, just so he can rest his eyes a bit after a long day of work. But when Childe first saw you, a bit of his drowsiness washed away. You looked tired like him; nothing about your appearance gave it away, but it was more like the vibe you gave off (then again, it was late by this time, and other people on the bus were tired as well. Maybe it was the vibe of everything that made Childe find it out).

With only a few more people remaining on the bus, Childe has at least shut his eyes for a quick nap a good two times now. And because of that, by the time there were only three people on the bus (you, him, and some other guy he could honestly care less about), Childe was wide awake.

Childe found out three things that day. One would be that he shouldn’t really mess around with that one snarky coworker of his (it's not his fault that he looks like a grapehead, but hey, he’s a decent guy who gets the job done. Too bad his personality is a bit... yeah). Two would be that he should probably have some ready to heat food in stock at his place because there are times when he’s too tired to cook himself some dinner. 

And the third would be that your stop was right before his.

The second time Childe saw you, the only seat left on the bus was the one beside you. It was currently rush hour, and Childe was lucky enough to get his work done for the day and not stay late just to work overtime. But the stuffy feeling of the bus being this full is a bit sickening for him.

Loosening his neck tie on the way home had always been a habit for Childe, even during his school days. It makes him feel less suffocated (an overdramatic statement; his uniform back then and his suit now were comfortable). As he slowly starts tugging on his neck tie downward, he sighs in relief—that is, until he feels a sudden weight on his shoulders.

Childe looks at what landed on his shoulder and ends up with the sight of you sleeping quite peacefully. 

Back then, he only caught a glimpse of what your face looked like when you got on the bus; the rest of the ride that time was just the back of your head (and occasionally, your side profile as well when you decided to look at the window). However, now that he’s actually looking at you, Childe notices many, many features.

He notices your slightly visible eyebags (these weren’t obvious to him from afar, but now that he’s this close to you, he’s a bit concerned. Have you been sleeping well?), how your top isn’t buttoned all the way up anymore (could it be that you had the same habit as him?), and how despite the continuous humps that the bus drives through, you’re still sound asleep on his shoulder (he secretly commends you for it, really). 

Ever since that specific bus ride, he has been sitting next to you. Not that you seemed to mind either.

One time, Childe was the only one who was sitting on the same seat row that you both would sit in. And by the time you arrived to sit, you saw him lightly pat the seat next to the window.

“Why didn’t you take this seat?”

“I knew you liked the spot next to the window, so I saved it for you.”

His response confused you; you rarely know this man, and the only time you ever get to see him is during this one bus ride home every single day. Yet here he is, saving a spot—your usual spot—because he knew you liked it.

Strange, but the gesture is appreciated.

On the following bus rides after that, Childe seems to always save you that spot next to him. He doesn't know why he’s doing this either, but he finds it fun. And seeing the small smile you give him every time you find him saving that spot next to him once again, he knows you like it. But that doesn’t necessarily answer the question of why he’s doing this.

He could’ve continued sitting at the back and napping his way through the bus ride. He could’ve continued on with his routine as usual. So why is he now wide awake despite being exhausted from work and casually stealing glances from you every now and then? 

Maybe it’s because he got used to it. Maybe it’s because it has become a strange habit of his to save the seat next to you just for you. And maybe it’s because he got used to watching you look out the window.

In the end, it was always the same routine for Childe.

But if you were to make him pick what his favorite part of his routine is, it wouldn’t be sleep (that’s his second favorite, though). It would be his bus ride home because, by then, he would be sitting next to you again.

#( writings ) #astronetwrk #favoniuslibrary #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #childe imagines #childe genshin impact #childe x reader #childe #idk why that's the title btw i just picked a random song in my playlist and just went fuck it 💀 #this probably makes zero sense but oh well at least i got something out for childe's bday :3

[slimeology]

im back again oh boy, with the next of dhmis design but my version yep yep :D lamp this time,, also known as my all time favourite but sHH you hear nothing!!

not as much as a ref as the previous but i didn't have many ideas that could be visualised well, so they'll be written below :] + extra image??? basically a concept i coloured PTHTGHG

Welcome back to too many words yes hi, your fun fact here is that this is probably the only design that is basically a redesign of my first ever [created back in i dunno 2019??? eariler probably??] of when i did designs before that the world never saw. His previous creature-ness is kept the same, and the needless amount of hair increased! HAH!

But, as for what he specifically is, he's sort of a dream eater species of sorts. He requires no physical food to survive, fun!! now he can stay in bed foreverr :]] Essentially he enters dreams to be able to consume it, but he spends a fair bit of time just messing around in your head instead because he cannot dream like others can. When he does consume the dream, you are immediately woken up and feel like you have gotten zero sleep, which he does know, so he never sticks to just one person for it.

OH and as stated on the main image, he does feel like a plushie indeed!! Like quite a large, weighty plush but one none the less. His hair is soft but also wool-like in it's mass / density, though it's really hard to put anything through it. Also inexpicably smells of things you'd usually think of relating to sleep,, i guess?? like lavender or something. yeah. no reason for it he just do.

Here's the coloured draft i said would exist woah, feet out because i found deciding the footwear hard PHTGB

Out of all of the ones i will design, he is pretty much the only one with no intentions to harm anyone or be as controlling. He's just here to hang out and dream, and that is it. He's not easy to converse with as he speaks absolute nonsense that could only make sense in a dream, but that doesn't mean he's not trying to help cause affter all, dreams can also be in a metaphorical sense ;D

Generally though, he's nice enough. He does totally zone out a lot and just falls asleep mid conversation but at least he's not got any rules ,,?? Typically not seen outside of a bedroom though, if he isn't in there he's probably asleep on the floor somewhere,, because he will fall asleep anywhere and his hair is a functional enough blanket.

if you read all this uM hi you're wonderful, i think i am gonna aim to have shrignold finished next. eventually [because i assume they will be awful to complete yeaaaayyyy]

#dhmis #dhmis fanart #goopy art :] #art #artwork #digitalart #dont hug me im scared #dont hug me im scared fanart #dhmis lamp #dhmis larry #lamp dhmis #larry dhmis

[androhtl]

THAT'S JUST WHAT COUPLES DO, NO? — tom kaulitz

hello my loves!! hope you guys enjoy this little oneshot that i put together! if you want a part two please just let me know! now a little bit about the story you are about to read and a couple of heads up!

english is NOT my first name so if you see any grammatical errors please do let me know so i can correct them.

the german that i will be using comes from my 7 or so years of learning german at school. with that being said if i wrote something that makes zero sense please do let me know!

this is very bad and rushed but i just wanted to put something out there :(( also not proofread!

BORING.

if you had to ask ( name ) what life as a celebrity is like the answer would be boring for the most part. sure, the concerts were fun and so were the fan meet and greets but the interviews, photoshoots and anything that didn't give her adrenaline was boring, in her opinion as least.

and this interview was no different than the others—

"so ( name ), recently there's been a photo of you and a member of a famous band walking downtown, would you like to talk about it?" the interviewer asked, as a picture of the girl and guitarist tom kaulitz from tokio hotel flashes on the screen.

— or maybe not

"scheiße! i knew that this was going to come up, so fucking annoying..."

" well, me and tom have been friends since we were small, our parents met eachother in highschool and became really good friends and so when me and the kaulitz twins were born we instantly became really good friends! it was just a friendly outing and nothing more!" smiled the girl, waiting for another question.

" you heard it here tom fangirls, your man is still single!" laughed the interviewer.

you'd think that after that interview the rumors would die, that people would get bored and suddenly forget about the picture, however that never happened. in fact, the press started questioning the guitarist as well.

" tom! tom! please look here! are the rumors true?"

"tom! are you and ( name ) dating?"

"can we expect a collab form you two in the future?"

truly a nightmare.

" i don't want to be that person really, but i think you guys just need to come clean, i mean what's the worst that can happen?"

" great idea bill! let's see.. oh! i've got a few! the press will be on our ass nonstop, privacy will be GONE and let's not forget that our crazy fa girls will probably attack the living shit out of ( name )!"

" du spinnst wohl, tom. bill's right, we should just come clean i mean, we've been dating for two years now and i'm tired of having to be secretive and careful 24/7." sighed the girl, as she picked up another piece of hair to start braiding. " i mean sure you're right about the fan girl part but the rest is nothing that we haven't dealt with already. we'll be fine, trust me!"

" see! even ( name ) agrees with me! hör auf so depp zu sein, tom!"

tonight was the night.

"hello everyone and welcome back! tonight we have ( name ) and tom kaulitz joining us!" presented the host. " so tom, ( name ) i think we both know why you guys are here tonight."

" i have a slight guess but i'll let you explain" smiled the girl before making eye contact with the guy next to her.

" perfect so as we all know there's been some rumors about you two recently after this photo right here was posted on the internet, anything to say about it?"

" uh yes actually, you see i was trying to enjoy a nice afternoon before my show with my beautiful girlfriend, away from paparazzi's eyes but it seems like i failed." replied tom as his iconic smirk appeared when he heard the live crowd gasp. " why is everyone so surprised? that's what couples do, no?"

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer

[kiwisandpearls]

Reckless

Svarog and Clara x Platonic! Gn! Young! Reader

Summary: Svarog and Clara love you deeply as family, but they both wish you would stop running straight into danger and would have at least a bit of self-preservation.

Warnings: the reader being gender neutral and using they/them pronouns, Clara and Svarog potentially being out of character, injury and mentions of potential death but nothing more.

“(Y/n), I think you really need to be more careful…” Clara placed another bandaid on a small scrape on your knee.

“Come on, Clara, relax, I’m fine! See? Nothing that a few bandaids can’t fix up.” Clara looks up at you with a slightly disapproving look, and then closes her eyes and lets out a small sigh.

“You always say that,” Clara opens her eyes and looks up at you again with a worried look in her eyes, “but what if just ‘a few bandaids’ won’t be enough? What if you come back with worse injuries? What if you—”

“Clara,” You grabbed onto Clara’s and looked at her with a soft smile on your face, “don’t worry. This is your sibling we’re talking about. I’ll be fine.” Clara looked at you with an unsatisfied expression, causing you to sigh.

“Fine, if I promise not to get into as much trouble anymore, will you trust me?…And…not tell Svarog what happened.” Clara blinked at you before responding.

“Promise me?” You chuckled, “I promise.”

After Clara treated all your injuries you decided to take a walk around the Robot Settlement. You hoped that you wouldn’t bump into Svarog during your walk, as you didn’t want him to see your injuries and find out about what you did. While not by much, you were still technically older than Clara, but that didn’t make Svarog any less protective of you, as he sees you the same way that he sees Clara, as family. In fact, he was partially more protective of you due to your reckless attitude and inability to sense danger. Svarog wouldn’t do anything “bad” per se, but whenever he found about your injuries from your recklessness, he would scold you. Which is fine . . . but it would get annoying after a while.

You sighed. Really, the only reason as to why you were so reckless was because you wanted to help the Robot Settlement. All the injuries you got were from monsters attacking you as you collected materials and medicines that the Robot Settlement needed. Of course your self-destructive attitude plus your zero self-preservation probably didn’t help. At the end of the day though, you just wanted to be useful. Clara was good with gadgets and robots and Svarog was good at fighting. But you? You weren’t really good at anything, at least in your mind.

“(Y/n).” A voice said. You froze, you recognized that robotic voice from anywhere. You could practically feel his gaze staring into you. Slowly and nervously you turned around to meet giant robot you proclaimed as your family, Svarog.

“Heeey, Svarog…? You doing good?” You tried your best to hide your bandaged arm behind your back, praying he didn’t see it early.

“Affirmative. May I ask what you are doing out here?” You gave Svarog a fake smile, trying your hardest to not let your anxiety be known.

“Oh y’know…just…taking a walk.” Svarog slightly nodded, then stayed silent for a few seconds.

“May I ask something else?” Your fake smile slightly twitched as you silently prayed Svarog wouldn’t ask about your bandage.

“Sure! Ask away.” Please don’t mention the bandage please don’t mention the bandage please don’t—

“May I ask why your arm is wrapped in a bandage?” You internally screamed.

“Oh! I uhh…just— bumped it on the table.” Svarog silently stared at you, as if seeing through you. You knew that in some way, he probably didn’t believe you.

“Alright. Please be more careful.” Another twitch in your fake smile. “Of course.” Svarog walks off. When he was far enough that he wouldn’t see you, you sighed. ‘Be more careful’. That’s what they always said. You knew everyone who said that meant well but you hated that phrase. It felt like no one truly understood why you did what you did.

You just shook off your thoughts and looked towards the Vagrant Camp, and started walking towards it, trying to take your mind off of everything. As you walked into the camp you could hear two vagrants whispering to each other about something. You slowly slid closer to hear what they were saying.

“We’re probably gonna need more supplies,” One whispered.

“Yeah, but where are we gonna get them?” The other responded. They both stayed silent for a second before the other hesitantly opened their mouth again.

“We could try the Outlying Snow Plains…” The other hesitantly pointed out. The first vagrant’s head snapped up to look at the other in pure disbelief.

“Are you crazy?!” The first whisper-yelled, “that place is swarming with monsters, plus it’s cold as hell!” The other raised their hands up in defeat.

“It was just a suggestion,” they sighed, exasperated. They then crossed their arms, “But it could work! There were some abandoned building there! There could be some supplies that are still good in them.” The first sighed as well.

“You’re right. But still, how are we supposed to get them? We’re just a pair of vagrants, we’re not strong like Svarog or those Trailblazer guys.” The second looked down, defeated. You, still far enough to not be spotted but close enough to at least what they were saying, stared at them in thought. They were right in a way, the Outlying Snow Plains were really dangerous for regular old people like the vagrants and you. But that hasn’t stopped you before. You looked down at your bandaged arm, thinking between heeding Svarog’s words, or doing what your heart said you should. Sure, Svarog was right, you needed to be careful, but those guys needed supplies! Plus, it’s not like your gonna be out there too long, so nothing bad should happen…

Right?

When no one was looking you slipped out of the Robot Settlement and headed to the Overworld, to the Outlying Snow Plains; with nothing but a bag for the supplies you’d get. When you finally reached the Outlying Snow Plains you instantly realized that vagrant was not lying at all, the Outlying Snow Plains were cold as hell. You breathed into your hands and rubbed them together hoping they’d get warm as you shuddered in the cold winds. Despite the cold, you were prepared to go on and get those supplies. You slowly walked uphill to reach where the abandoned houses were, kicking your legs up and shaking them from time to time to get the snow out and rubbing your arms with the winds picked up. But then, finally, you made it; you made to the top of your uphill walk, seeing a few abandoned houses.

Finally, oh thank all that’s holy, finally. You walked over to one of the abandoned houses and walk in since…well there was no door. You looked around, wondering where to look first; when you decided to pick corner of the house. You got on your knees and slowly started digging through the snow, occasionally stopping to warm up your hands and rubbing them together. Finally you felt something glass-like touch your hand, and you quickly dug it up to find it was a bottle of alcohol. You humorlessly laughed and stuffed it in your bag, deciding to only check if the supplies were still good when you got back to the Robot Settlement. You kept digging, finding a thin roll of bandages, a few rations, and another bottle of alcohol. You placed them all in your bag and got up, as you decided it’d be a good idea to leave now, before anything noticed you were there.

And then you felt it, the sensation that someone was right behind you, staring into your back. You slowly turned around to see an Everwinter Shadewalker, just as it’s weapon was being swung down to hit you.

“Mr. Svarog, Mr. Svarog!” Svarog turned to the white-haired child’s voice as she ran over to him.

“What is it, Clara?” Svarog inquired Clara, “Are you hurt?” Clara shook her head as she looked up at Svarog with tears in her eyes.

“It’s (Y/n)! I don’t know when they did but…I think they ran out to get supplies on their own again!” Clara sniffled before she continued her story, “I— I asked everyone if they saw them leave and they all said no, but that some news are spread around that there could be some important supplies in the Outlying Snow Plains, and I— I—” Before Clara continued she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I think they went there to go get them.” She whispered. Svarog stared at her, thinking for a moment, before he answered her.

“Clara, please remain here. I will bring by (Y/n). Prepare bandages and disinfectant in case something happens.” Clara softly smiled and ran back to the Vagrant Camp. She then suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned back towards Svarog, “Will…will (Y/n) be ok?” When Svarog didn’t answer her, Clara continued, “I’m sure they’ll be ok…I hope.” Clara turned back around and continued to run back to the Vagrant Camp.

“As do I,” Svarog said.

You held your bleeding arm, the one you had used to block the strike from the Shadewalker. The bandages on that arm has completely been ripped off. Somehow, when your arm got struck, you managed to run out of the house. You stopped clutching your arm and used both of your hands to hold on to your bag, turning it away from the ever stalking closer Shadewalker.

“I…I won’t let you have this! This is for everyone in the Robot Settlement! So don’t think I’ll just hand it to you,” You hissed, trying to ignore the searing pain in your arm. The Shadewalker ignored your words however and jumped up, as it then struck you in the shoulder, causing you to scream out in pain and stumble backwards. You turned around and clutched your bag close to your chest, as you had your back act as a shield for your bag. You screamed once more as the Shadewalker struck you on the back. You dropped to your knees as tears threatened to pour out of your eyes. This was the end for you, you just knew it. You flew too close to the sun this time. You braced yourself for another painful strike to the back, as your body threatened to collapse, slowly hearing it get closer to you again.

That was until you felt a large robotic hand place itself in front of you to keep you front collapsing into the cold snow. You then heard what you believed to be a laser being fired presumably hitting the Shadewalker as you then heard it die. Finally, you heard nothing more than the sound of your own labored breath and the winds all around you. You slowly opened an eye to see what had caught you, when, through your blurry vision, you caught the glimpse of a very familiar looking robot hand. You opened your other eye and turned your gaze upwards to the person whose hand it belonged to, only to see Svarog staring down at you. You finally allowed to tears to spill as you weakly smiled up at him.

“Thanks for…catching me,” was the last thing you heard yourself murmur before everything went dark.

When you woke, you felt yourself being carried by someone. You opened your eyes and looked up to see it was Svarog who was carrying you. You felt too tired to say anything, so you just stared at him for a bit, recollecting your thoughts. That’s when remembered what happened. The bag. You quickly looked down (or looked down as quickly as you could in your weakened state) to see you were still holding onto the bag, supplies and all. You let out a sigh, which clearly didn’t go unnoticed by Svarog as he slowed down and looked down at you.

“You are now awake,” Svarog stated.

“So it would seem,” you whispered in a raspy voice; as you weakly smiled at him, “I’m guessing we’re back to the Robot Settlement?” You asked him.

“Affirmative. I would’ve treated your wounds the moment I found you but it would not fair well in the climate we were in,” Svarog looked up again, “Not only that, but your wounds you too deep.” He slowly picked up the pace, not enough to jostle you but enough for you to at least notice. “Fortunately, I was able to stop your bleeding with some of the supplies you had collected.” You humorlessly laughed once more.

“Would you look at that? They actually came in handy,” You rasped out. Svarog didn’t answer you, so you just turned your gaze to where Svarog was looking, noticing that you two were indeed in the Robot Settlment. You also noticed Clara running up to your two, holding some bandages and disinfectant.

“Mr. Svarog! (Y/n)!” Clara cried out. Svarog slowed to a stop and slowly and carefully laid you down to the ground, yet he still held your shoulders to keep you upright; careful not to touch the scar on your back.

“(Y/n)! Thank goodness, you’re ok…” Clara immediately started to unwrap the bandages Svarog had wrapped around your body in order to assess the wounds.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Only thanks to Svarog,” You looked back up Svarog who only looked back at you, not responding to what you said. You, feeling guilty under Svarog’s gaze, looked away as Clara took care of your wounds. You three sat in silence before Clara huffed, as she finished rewrapping your wounds with bandages. You looked back at her, noticing the small amount of tears in her eyes.

“Oh Clara, please don’t cry. I’m still alive aren’t I?” You tried to comfort her, putting your good hand on her shoulder. She looked up at you with an sad expression on her face.

“You promised me you wouldn’t do this again. This time you could’ve actually…” Clara looked down and trailed off. You looked down as well.

“Clara is right, (Y/n),” Svarog finally spoke up, “it is true that while you were alright this time, there is a high percentage you may not be able to make it next time.” You let go of Clara’s shoulder and held your bad arm.

“I know but…” You drew in a breath before continue, “It’s just…you two have stuff that your get at that can help the settlement in one way or another. Clara, you’re great with fixing robots and Svarog you fight really well. Me on the other hand? I have no skills, so…I just wanted to be useful in some way…y’know…?” As you finished explain you looked up at Clara to see her heartbroken expression, which just made you feel worse.

“You…you thought you were useless…?” Clara questioned. You nodded, all your attention focused on the floor. “Oh, (Y/n)…” Clara quietly murmured before enveloping you in a hug, which you reciprocated. You two sat there hugging each other for a bit while Svarog kneeled behind both of you, silently watching, before piping up again.

“We do not believe you are useless (Y/n). You are family, and that is enough for us,” He continues, “even then, if you still want to collect supplies, let me know so I may accompany you.” You finally let go of Clara and looked at the robot.

“You got it, Svarog,” you said, giving him a thumbs up.

While you knew your insecurities wouldn’t go away that quickly, it was nice knowing you had a family who genuinely cared for you and wanted you say. On that day you decided, perhaps it’s a good idea to start being a little less reckless.

Oof this was long, also sorry if the ending kinda sucks I didn’t know how to end it. I hope you like this.

that’s all I gotta say bye now lol

#Hsr #Honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr x platonic reader #platonic reader #Child reader #teen reader #kinda #it’s a little ambiguous on how old the reader’s meant to be #but they are meant to not be an adult so #Honkai star rail x reader #Honkai star rail x platonic reader #clara hsr #hsr Clara #svarog hsr #hsr svarog #svarog x reader #hsr svarog x reader #gn reader #for you ⌞ 🌙🌱⌝

[cringefuckass]

draft of chapter two for the fic! working title right now is “Hell and Other Things That Don’t Suit Us”. once again this chapter will probably be edited before i’m able to post it to ao3. for now i want to post to tumblr bc i need the motivation of knowing people are aware i’m doing something lol

Angel walked alone down the road, hands in his pockets, only looking around occasionally to see if anyone was nearby. It was late, somehow later than he was use to being kept at work. Valentino kept him back for more of the usual and Angel was tired, exhausted even. He wanted to just get back to the hotel and crash into his bed. Tomorrow he had nothing going on and so he was already formulating his plan for the day in his head. He had to admit to himself, it was exciting. Redemption was possible and that crazy princess proved it. He had a shot, small as it may be, to get away from it all. From Val. To Molly. It was possible. It felt new to him to have a sense of direction in his afterlife and it felt incredible, though if anyone asked him he’d certainly downplay it. Val had jabbed at him over it despite Angel not saying anything out loud. Called him and every other sinner who dared to hope a chump. Perhaps it could be more motivation that Val had zero interest in redemption, he’d never see Heaven and that meant Angel would never see him again if he succeeded. Tired as he was he still had a slight pep in his step as he made his way to the hotel through the dark city streets.

As he turned a corner he saw two other Hell residents making their way through the darkened streets, dimly lit enough that he make out only their shapes. A tall figure was being followed by a shorter one, the taller one having horns that added considerable height. Did Imps grow that big? With a shake of his head he decided he didn’t actually care. They were walking in his direction, though considerably slower than him, as if they weren’t sure of each step they took. As he was gradually approaching them, ready to cross paths and probably never think of them again, he caught parts of their conversation. Or, the taller figures conversation with the air maybe.

“But you know what I mean Lute, this place is a dump,” Angel listened as the tall one, a man by the sound of his voice, rambled on, “a real shitshow. What the fuck are we gonna do?” Oh? Wayward souls perhaps?

“Well, sir, I imagine it’s a free for all down here. We may have to figure it out as we go along.” The shorter of the two, a woman he now knew was named Lute, replied. The man either didn’t listen or didn’t care for her suggestion as he just continued on a new tangent as Angel passed them finally. Not much to go off of, but the two were definitely lost at least. Angel slowed his pace as his thoughts sped up. Helping people is a pretty redeeming quality… and all he’d have to do to get some good boy points is explain what the hotel was and offer to walk them to them there, then it was off his hands and into Charlie’s. He would be helpful while barely having to do anything! Score!

Angel turned on his heels and jogged back up to them, “Uh, hey you two,” He caught their attention. “I couldn’t help overhearing that you two are in some kind of situation.” He gave a winning smile to them, looking back and forth, before realising they were each giving him an unsettled look. Not one he’d have expected from two people who got pulled out of their conversation by a stranger but the kind from people who were downright shocked. The woman in particular looked like she could glare daggers right into him if he said the wrong thing. “Uh. I-I just, heard you talking as I was walkin’ past ya both, it sounded like you were maybe lost?” He was loosing steam. She was unnerving and it didn’t help that the man was ridiculously tall, taller than he had expected up close. It was odd to see someone so close to human but just adjacent enough that she left him unsettled. The only other people he’d met down here who came this close to human had been Charlie and Vaggie so far, and Charlie growing horns occasionally kind of took away from that perception. At least the man, large as he was, had the familiarity of a more inhuman face. “I might just keep walking, I’m sorry to bother ya both!”

“Wait.” Lute spoke finally breaking her stony gaze with a blink. “What help could you possibly offer?” It seemed less like an acceptance and more like a challenge.

“Yeah spindle-slut, what’s your game here?” The man joined, hands on his hips. Angel was beginning to wonder if this was actually going to be worth the effort. They didn’t truly know just yet what redeemed a sinner, he was taking a shot in the dark here because he had been under the assumption this would be easy, a quick invitation and then he was done. It seemed these two were more down for a challenge than anything.

“Okay big boy, keep the names to a minimum when we’re not in the bedroom, capeesh?” Angel saw the woman’s eyes narrow at that. Human as she appeared she still resembled a bird of prey, yellow eyes and feathered neck. “What I was going to say is that if yous are lost I know somewhere that takes people in for free. All you gotta do is play along with with some goody two shoes bullshit and you get a hotel room with no other strings attached. There’s been comerciales for it, the Hazbin Hotel?”

The woman stepped closer to Angel in an aggressive manner, sidestepping the man who looked like he been slapped in the face.

“We have zero interest in some crackpipe dream from a hellspawn like that princess, do you hear me?” The energy radiating from her sucked out the last bit of motivation Angel had for attempting his good deed for the day.

“Okay.” Angel stepped back. “Whatever toots, see ya never.” Angel turned on his heels and strode away. What a waste of time, if he stuck around a second longer he was sure he’d have had to pull out his guns from their hiding place. That conversation was a waste of time and effort, and now he was even more ready to crash in bed the second he got back to the hotel. At least he could say he gave it a shot. Maybe the fact that he tried would count towards whatever toll he was trying to fill.

#hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #lute hazbin hotel #guitarspear #adam x lute #angel dust #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fanfic

[purble-turble]

Dark but not dark spicynoodle swap? Anyone? Anyway Red who (to most people’s surprise) HATES courtnapping with a burning passion. Too many times has his lab been wrecked by some jerk and too many times his ‘free-dad’ plan been delayed. Because what? Someone wants to marry him?! He may not like mortals but credit where credit is due, the courting traditions are way better. Enter MK who, while asking for advice on ‘how to ask out a demon (Red Son) gets courtnapping as the nr.1 answer.

I super love this idea, Anon! XD

Red Son being the one to get kidnapped is always a fun twist, but the added backstory that he also absolutely hates the concept of it is just too good! It makes perfect sense, too. He's from a "fallen court" of sorts since his father was imprisoned and the kind of lost everything.. so other demons probably look on him as a sort of de facto heir of this powerful title of the Demon Bull Family. Once he came of age (and honestly maybe even before that) he probably had to deal with all kinds of creeps and power hungry demons who wanted him just for his title or just to be able to say they bedded the son of the Demon Bull King.... Obviously Red Son has less than zero interest in being some sort of trophy husband, so that didn't work out well for any of his would-be suitors. It probably backfired so much that he gave up on the very idea of having any suitors at all! I mean, he's got a father he needs to save and a family to restore, so why would he even bother with something so trivial???

Anyway, then comes an oblivious MK stumbling onto the scene suddenly discovering he was a secret monkey demon with the powers of the Monkey King all along?? Oh and the very same day he makes this discovery he meets the most handsome young bull demon with fire powers who just completely melts his heart (and tries to literally melt the rest of him too, but doesn't manage it thankfully)

I think in this version MK gets "the talk" from Pigsy about how demons might be coming after him now and he should watch out for "courtnapping" where a demon will just try to snatch him up and marry him. It's a pretty common expression of love, apparently. Demons are not subtle, nor are they patient.

Once the idea gets put into his head, MK cannot stop thinking about how he would go about courtnapping Red Son... I mean, he's a powerful bull demon, the son of his sworn nemesis, and who knows if he's even actually interested in MK?? ...Well, apparently the only way to know is to just go through with it, right?

Meanwhile, Red Son is probably tearing his hair out thinking about that cute monkey demon.. It's probably been centuries since he's thought about anyone in a romantic way like this, if he ever has, and the very idea of it is just driving him mad! Damn him, why did he have to be the successor of Sun Wukong??? Well, he thinks, at least he lives amongst humans so there probably won't be any kidnapping involved here... maybe he can try to court the monkey in a human way. What do they like? Flowers or something?

Cue the Monkie Kid falling out of Red Son's ceiling, having stealthed his way through the Demon Bull Fam's fortress to come and find him. He stands up quickly to see a startled red bull demon looking down at him, and he pulls out some rope and is just like 'Hello, I'm here to courtnap you. I think."

#ask #spicynoodleshipping #dark but not dark spicynoodles #dark but not dark #Anonymous #I gotta write more of that story too #I originally wanted it to be like a rewrite of season 1 but with this spicynoodles dynamic in the background which would've been fun #but I got off the rails with it #as I always do haha

[dayseedrawz2]

This is gonna be in my drafts until I at least get out every design for [Ring-Misstress] so Idk how much time I got-

So yeah I decided that I'm gonna write this AU in chapters so that it makes more sense when I make content about it, and yall can ask about it ig-

This all takes place after the events of the real series (that of which we have yet to see, so anything different can just be part of an alternate timeline)

Without further ado... Let's get to it!!

[R-M Chapter 1: The Relaunch]

Dialog guide:

Narration

*Perfoming an action*

"Thinking"

Pomni

•Caine•

°○Bubble○°

◆Ragatha◆

Jax

~Gangle~

Kinger

Zooble

Flinally!! After what felt like forever!!! With help from the others, Pomni and Caine found something groundbreaking!! The Games source code! Mostly, everyone was there to look for the exit, but they ended up finding something else...

*sigh* There's nothing here... can we go back now??

Yeah, honestly, this was a complete waste of time...

◆Come on now, guys! I'm sure they know what they're doing!◆

~Wait, look! They're back out!!~

*Pomni and Caine exit a jumble of One's and Zero's*

It's not much, but I think we found something!! But... I'm just not sure what it is... *She hands a small glitching object to Caine*

•Huh... It's... it's a developer's note! I haven't come across one of these in a while!•

Wait, what!?

Oh dang, that's right, it forgot this was even a video game-

~What's it say??~

*Silence fell as Caine read the text out loud*

•Let's see... "With the noticeable decrease in 'Bugged characters', the game should be ready for relaunch soon!" Oh...•

What... does "Oh" mean..?

•...huh? Oh yes! Uh, you all know how we have a designated place for Abstractions so that they don't destroy the place... and you?? How you have helped prevent some altogether?•

Yes..?

•Well I only implemented it after people stopped working on this game. They still think the game is okay to publish!!•

And? This is great news!! People play the game, realize we are stuck in here, and then we get help!! What are you yapping about??

•That's the thing- If more people, who for one are mostly children, come across this, they won't be able to help, and if worse come to worse, get trapped with us!•

◆oh... oh my, that does sound awful...◆

•Normally I'd be ecstatic, but I don't think it would be good if that many more people got trapped at once... let alone kids...•

Gee, missing kids in a video game. How tragic...

~Hey!~

•Wait, there's something else on here to- a "debugging code??"•

Did someone say something about Bugs??

•No, far from it... hey... this is a copy of the code for my "Ringmaster powers!" Interesting...•

Really? That's what you call em??

•Why yes!! What else could they be?? Anyways... now what do we do about this approaching situation of ours...•

Well, we're not just gonna have a ton more people in here being watched by one incompetent AI!

•... You're absolutely right, Pomni dear! Your little remark had given me an idea that might just work! Now... just how does one copy this...•

To be continued...

[Yippee, finally!! Part 1 done!!]

The second part is right here! (As well as the link to Caine and Pomnis blogs!):

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #caine #tadc pomni #showtime #tadc showtime #caine x pomni #tadc jax #tadc ragatha #tadc gangle #tadc zooble #tadc kinger #[ring misstress au] #tadc au

[gaycrittercentral]

Im curious and new to the fandom what are Sam and max's personalitys I don't understand them really much but I like the characters! Do you have any tips to help..? A easier way to understand their dynamic

Oh hi welcome to the fandom bud!! :D hmmmm let’s see, how can I summarize these two dumbasses…well, the show bible is a fantastic place to start if you’d like to hear from the creator himself! There’s a lot of really interesting stuff in there, including a page or two that goes into detail about both of their personalities. Really neat stuff!

But let’s see, if I had to summarize them…well, I guess I’d put it under a cut cause I’m gonna ramble a bit lol

I guess I’d say that they’re just a couple of lunatics who enjoy doling out their slanted version of justice and accompanying it with their constant banter. They’ve been best friends and partners in crime ever since they were children (and in fact still have tons of baby photos framed around their office lmaooo) and it shows. They’re often described as having their own language, and they have incredible physical comfort with each other, with Sam frequently seizing Max to fling him at people or use him like a weapon (Max likes this, notably) and Max occasionally using his partner like a cat tree. And while they like to poke fun at and do slapstick on each other frequently, it’s clear that they’re incredibly close and really care for each other. Also they’re gay as fuck lmaooooo canon just doesn’t know it

Ooh here’s something I think gets misinterpreted a lot! Sam is not as reasonable and moral as he might seem. He just looks that way in comparison to Max, but he is honestly just as deranged in a lot of ways. He just hides it behind his carefree cadence and friendly smile lmao. It’s the kind of thing where if you ignore what he’s actually saying, he sounds calm and friendly and nice, but then you tune back in and realize he’s suggesting they wrap Max in tinfoil and stick him in a microwave for fun, or casually threatening some bizarre form of violence against something. I think it’s best summarized by this meme lmaooo

That said, he is still the more reasonable of the two of them, and probably the only one capable of feeling guilt or shame. It’s just that hanging out with Max kind of obliterates any chance of those feelings sinking in for long.

Oh and for Max, one thing I think is good to remember is that despite his frequent zero braincell behavior, he does in fact have a decent amount of intelligence. Which is kind of frightening, actually. He’s not as verbose as Sam, or at least doesn’t like to be, but he’s got smarts enough to make witty jokes and concoct his own plans and whatnot. He’s just also a goblin who likes clobbering people with flyswatters and would totally eat pizza off the floor lmao.

Conversely, Max isn’t exactly as deadly as he claims to be, either. Like, he’s still an absolute terror, but I think it’s important to remember that all one really has to do to keep him at bay is push his head away lmaoooo he arms too dang short

Ok but that’s all a bit in the weeds, so let’s see…basically, Sam is a cheerful goof who would really like to be a cool film noir detective, but is too busy having fun to keep up a serious facade for long. And Max is an irrepressible scamp who just likes to cause trouble and get into fights and wander around aimlessly. Sam does have his own weird sense of justice that he wants to uphold, but Max is kinda just happy to be along for the ride, and both of them are really only fighting crime and solving cases because it’s fun for them. And they’re a little codependent. Lmao.

Ooh, y’know what else has some really great analyses of these guys across different incarnations of the series? @h-worksrambles’s excellent discussions of their voices! Here’s the one they wrote on Max and his voice actors over time, and here’s the one on Sam. There’s a bit in the latter one where they talk about how Sam has a sort of shallowly-hidden temper that tends to burst forth on occasion, which I had never really given a lot of thought to but that I feel has deepened my understanding and enjoyment of his character! Definitely check those out, they’re a great read. :>

#and that’s all I got!! hope this is interesting at least lmao #always fun to ramble about these dumbasses eehehheheh #sam and max #sam and max freelance police #freelance husbands #I guess? I mean I didn’t explicitly talk abt their relationship but like they gay. so #asks

[invested-in-your-future]

Just because I got few similar asks asking about that

The issue with "Fixing" a writing of a show is that you are naturally assuming you are only fixing specific "season" and that there will be a point in the show when the writing "goes back" to being coherent and proper.

So for example, if you are trying to fix Volume 4 as Volume 5 is airing, you might, consciously or subconsciously, hope that V5 ending is where everything once again "clicks" and thus you just need to alter what doesn't work in V4 and what doesn't in V5.

So you think up of which parts should be changed. And sure that might mean entirety of Menagerie location needs to go (because real world implications of that whole arc are just...NO and you can probably think up a better WF storyline in half a hour with how bad that was) and Port needs to disappear off the face of this fictional story and pointless empty scenes of Ruby and Co walking through exact same forest textures need to be changed, but the structure might still work right? They are still traveling towards a specific goal right? So you just have to change HOW they get to that goal, because there is a goal right??? And then You just need to tweak the elements that don't work in V5 up to the ending where you hope things might get shaken up a bit more and go back on track.

But then V5 ends and the writing's still a mess. And before you manage to quite think through what to do, V6 starts and the writing is STILL a mess and what's more, it has a whole new set of problems and by this point you realize that for example, the entire structure of Kingdom of Mistral doesn't quite make sense, as if "someone" just plopped bunch of town locations in a straight line and then used Google's translation feature to just make up bunch of names for them, because entire continent is ultimately just an irrelevant detour.

Whoops, now you have to review what you did with fixing earlier parts and see if new problems arose, change up the geography of the story a bit, etc. You just realized that there's not really "a point" to the adventure of traveling through Mistral anymore so you need to think something up as you realize that the main character of the entire story has absolutely zero character growth from V3. The show is back to status quo yet again and its like V4 through V5 are completely pointless.

You realize, that Ruby Rose, the character that went through some of the most lifechanging events ever, just spent two seasons just ambiguously walking through bunch of forest areas and towns.

What's more, the team is back together but literally nothing that happened has been addressed in anyway and there's no actual growth of the characters at all. That can't be right. Right? Surely at least Yang and Blake w-... Oh no...

Resigned, you go back to your thoughts about what would need to change in V4 and a lot has to change once again to make Mistral anything but one huge pointless detour.

But its okay you th-...wait what's that sound? Its as if, somewhere just outside, a train just went off the rails as it was crossing a bridge and then somehow managed to jump over a shark and then exploded as it hit the ground...Whoopsie daisy.

In this exact moment, the writing throws you the infamous "Salem Flashback Episode", "The Lost Fable", and accidentally entire lore is now broken completely and it might be one of the worst written things in the entire show till that point, that kind of trivializes multiple mysteries people were waiting for and makes the writing for lead villain extremely tropey and honestly (yet again, as you start to notice a pattern in how the show writes women) misogynistic and if you want to make things work you might as well redo that too. Wait..."that" as in what??? As in the entire core of why the show is happening in the first place? THAT's broken? Well F-...

So now you barely started sorting out the mess of V5 (because its entire volume of basically literally nothing happening and whatever interesting happens always gets off-screened) and the show-proper just basically NUKED almost all of it's set-up and more than half of it's mysteries.

You realize you are staring at an episode that honestly can compete with worst seasons of Voltron in how bad it is. You actually start to think it might compete with the second genLOCK season in awfulness, but end up not thinking it can be THAT bad. I mean the show will never go bad as genLOCK S2, riiight?

Its okay, its okay - you have been theorycrafting RWBY stuff since the first trailers hit. You've read all the song lyrics which are filled with all these immaculate hints at the intent behind the show, thoughts of various characters and where things are going, you can maybe piece together something other than another "disgruntled manipulative woman" storyline. The songs having actual lore is great. I mean they wouldn't just suddenly throw that away, right? As that thought hits you, a sense of dread starts to overcome you.

And thus as another disaster closes in. at this point, little does your past self know that in the future, few years latter, the show will deliver a whole season of nothing but train crashes, but this time the sharks being jumped will talk like humans do.

So yeah... you can't really "Fix RWBY". Sure parts like Ren and Nora's backstory episode are nice and there are moments that felt good otherwise, but at that point, pretty much majority of post-V3 stuff is outright unusable. At this point to Fix RWBY means to redo literal core reasons on why the story is happening, how the world and it's lore works, motivations of the characters and, well, everything...

And that's how you end up with a file over hundred pages long that quietly has chronicled both your efforts to make sense of what the show even wants to be, as well as the show's descent into just complete randomness...

After all, when a writing team writes EVERY volume as one huge pointless detour that in no way actually enhances the characterization or story, at some point the whole train is bound to derail and crash...over and over again.

#RWBY #RWDE #rwby stuff mine #Ruby Rose #whoops I just kind of ended up writing a critique of ENTIRE RWBY SHOW while writing that

[ashanimus]

For those adults left behind...

The closer we get to For the Future, the more I find myself thinking about the adults left behind in the Boiling Isles. We obviously have no idea what's going on with the right now, or how much damage control poor King has been able to swing with the Collector. But I still find myself wondering how the CATs and the parents of the kids have been coping.

One of the major selling points I've mentioned when recommending this show to older audiences has gone along the lines of: The Owl House has a really strong, multi-generational cast where the middle-aged adults are doing most of the heavy lifting when it comes to the actual business of political rebellion, as well as trying--and naturally failing--to shield their kids from its effects.

It still floors me that our adult heroes general intent going into S2 finale was to proceed with a damn near suicidal plot--and also to remove their kids from the thick of the fighting as gently as they could. Everything is on fire at this point. The plan they have is Rough. Everyone knows this. The anxiety and grim reality of it all was the major point of contention for Oh Titan Where Art Though with Eda and Luz--but that doesn't really prevent the fact that Eda gently encourages Luz to go to rescue Amity from the latter's parents in Clouds on the Horizon.

Re: Luz didn't really have a planned, direct part in what would have been the adult's sabotage of the draining spell. I definitely got the impression of a lot of relief from Eda here.

And it works. Between this moment and when Luz and King are dropped off, Darius also has an opportunity to shift Hunter. It's unclear at this point how much contact the Darius and Hunter had post Hollow Mind (there are a lot of headcannons out there that suggest they've at least spoken a little over their scrolls, which make sense, given his interest in Hunter's well being?), but he's gone out of his way to contact a known fugitive and send him off with Eda's kids, AWAY from ground zero.

Eda and Darius' motivations here seem like they're rooted in harm reduction. Anything to get the kids away from the worst of it. But, knowing them, and the sort of lives they've been shown to lead, they're probably expecting something messy to happen regardless--although at least this way they know they did their best.

But how is that sitting with them now? Willow and Gus' parents (who probably had way less of an idea of what as happening at any given moment? I'd be amazed if Willow and Gus hadn't had to sneak off with Hunter to go with Luz but of course that's just speculation on my part). The last Eda and Darius knew, they sent their kids off to Blight Manor, and after everything exploded they have NO way to know what happened. Only that they're not able to answer their phones. They have no way to put together the possibility that the kids miraculously made it to the Human Realm. Last they knew, the kids where nowhere near the Head of the Titan.

Do they still have hope, after all this time, that the kids made it? Have any of them given up? Have they had any opportunities in the wake of whatever the Collector is doing to the BI? It's possible King's survival has been made clear to everyone, but there's no real way to know until we get a new promo or trailer or the thing airs.

As I've gotten older, it's naturally shifted how I relate to shows like this. However, Owl House is one of the few I can name with adult characters whose struggles are emotionally very grounded in reality, which makes the fear and horror of surviving a fantasy apocalypse so much heavier...since these are the sort of fears and horrors parents and caregivers experience all the time. Where are my kids? Are they okay? Have I failed them, even when I did my best?

#the owl house #toh #ash's owl house meta #this one is closer to ramblings but #sticking in my brain #eda clawthorne #darius deamonne #toh spoilers #ari don't look!

[twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for]

Ooh I hope you dont mind entertaining a quick ask- BUT if we are to say UB left for a long period of time and came back what would be their first words to the detective? Im not necessarily talking about just a few months away- neigh-...but what if the detective thought they WERE DEAD!? (aka Valka and Stoic style-).

Im a sucker for such soft angst ;-;

I’m going to ignore what I know of Book 3 because I’ve been sitting on this ask for so long trying to think of a good answer and I’ve written and deleted so many times.

My short answer is that I don’t think any of the ROs would agree to leaving the detective for long periods of time with zero contact like not even a phone. I really think this would be a deal breaker with the agency for them. I think they would all try to negotiate for at least phone contact, have the detective go with them, or they’re out.

That being said, it feels unfair to leave the ask at that and give you nothing SO I was thinking that it is tasty to think about how the RO would react to being away from the detective and the detective has gone silent.

A’s reaction to this has me flip flopping on what they would do but I think with their sense of duty they would like… power through whatever the task is to book it home to the detective and check in on what’s happening. They’d be very “we don’t need to sleep let’s act like it” to the team lol I think this has to be true especially if we’re talking deep, deep romance because while A worries they also know the detective is competent. Also they probably know how annoyed the detective would be if A returned over like a missed call as like a question of their competency lol

N would be insufferable I think and the rest of UB would want nothing to do with them lol I think N could be talked down to reach out to someone else in Wayhaven but I feel like more likely UB would be like “omg go home we got this” because N would be so worried and not in the right mindset. Similarly to A, I feel like when N shows back up early and the detective is totally fine they would be annoyed that N behaved that way over nothing (if that’s how your detective views N’s overprotectiveness)

F is the only one I can imagine having a normal reaction of “oh they’re just busy” and not go crazy. I’ve said it many times before and I’ll keep saying it, F is the only member that truly believes and stands by that the detective is so capable and isn’t in constant need of protection or rescuing and consistently shows that. They may worry, but they’ll never hover or take over. F would probably be like “okay now I’m scared” if it’s lots of unanswered messages and calls spanning a couple days. F is on good terms with Tina and Verda so they would reach out to them too. Actually with F’s faith in the detective and their abilities, it might be more likely F thinks the detective is upset with them and that would make them want to go home lol

M is a worrier too but they’re not as…. Overbearing about it. I feel like they’re at war with themselves of being like “the detective knows what they’re doing” but also like “what if I need to punch someone for them tho”. As it is, M does NOT do well being away from the detective like at all so they would be like triple amounts of grumpy if the detective isn’t responding. I think they would try to figure out if they said something stupid during smoke breaks (which they have to take if the detective isn’t with them) and maybe obsess between that and if something bad happened. I think it would wear down on them and they would just be like “you good?” to UB and if the answer was yes then they would just peace out. More likely upon their return they would be upset with the detective than the detective with them. Or if it’s a game of who is more upset then M would win lol This might actually cause their worry that they did something to upset the detective to become a reality because they’re not so good at saying the right thing in the moment if they’re upset lol

#sorry for sitting on this so long #I just didn’t want to leave the answer as something boring #the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #twc

[hirik0]

Forced Proximity

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

Day 7

CW: mentioning sexual harassment

Ghost is waiting to get his injured arms x-rayed again. Looking how good they healed by now. Usally he would be annoyed by this, but he's in a good mood after his call with Soap yesterday. God he's down bad, Simon brought a bunch of emotions with him from his grave in Ghost mind. Even the nurses pick up on it, he needs to fix this. He is a private person and being part if the infirmary gossip makes his skin crawl. At least they think its a someone of the nursing staff, besides the head nurse. She is on to them, something about 25 years of experience and watching pinning soilders. Atleast she's supportive, saying that it was about to happen in a task force like the 141. And she's right he and Soap work together since the start of 141 and had countless missions together. Besides Roach Soap is the only person he touches outside of whats absolute necessary.

Soap sits in his office just coming back from a walk with Riley when Shepard walks in. Oh shit. "Captain MacTavish", he greats with a smile on his face. Oh he's fucked. "General how nice to have you here", Soap lies through his teeth, not even trying to smile knowing he cant pull it of. "I have a special mission for the 141", Shepard starts and Soap is braceing himself mentally. "As I told you everyone is eighter already out or on medical leave", Soap repeats his statement from 2 days ago. "Isn't Sergeant Sanderson and his team back by now?", Shepard asks and Soap gets a really bad feeling. "They are stucked in a monsume, when I checked din with him your save house was turning the lower level in a pool", Soap explains. "Who will back first?", Shepard demands to know. "Price and Beta Team is coming back to night." "Thats to late.", the General complaints trying to starr Soap down, force him to agree. "I'm sorry General, but we can't take this mission. We honstely don't have space for any additional missions. We are really busy." "How convinced Captain", Shepard already losing his patience. If looks could kill Soap would lie on the floor by now. "Is not my fault we found a intel gold mine and have to hunt down the leads", Soap conters the accusation of the General. "What do we even work with you together if you cant even take one singel mission", Shepard smears and Soap has to put a lot of effort keep his cool. Soap stays silent everything he wants to say will keep him longer on Shepards shit list. "The pentagon should probably cut the american buged for the 141", Shepard continues his angry rant. Shepards monologe goes on for 20 minutes and he ends it with: "Well maybe I should put my own men in the taskforce so that the job finally gets done right." "Well General if you're not happy with how the 141 is working you can make your own special taskforce, we had no complaints about our work yet", is the most diplomatic think Soap can muster to say, basically telling the General that he is the problem. Shepard is fuming at this before angry storming out of the office. Yeah, place 1 of the shit list is still his. He is so fucking angry about how Shepard smeared the work of the 141. This is now personal for him.

Soap is in the worst mode for having any disciplinary talks, but it has to be done. He just hopes this don't get on his nerves to much. He didn't hade any time to blow of some steam, so his ability to take anymore bullshit is absolute zero. Riley is leaving him alone sensing his bad moot, laying a bit further away carefully watching him. She has seen some of Ghost angry out bursts and the aftermath of them. How draind Ghost is after them, sometimes about to cry when he realises how much like his father he is. Sergeant Meyers is walking in Soaps office and Soap is tensing. "Captain MacTavish", the Sergeant greats him saluting. Soap hates how relaxed Meyers is about the situation. Probably got away with it before. Soaps blood is boiling already. He will get all up in Meyers face, the second Meyers steps over the line. "I have a complain about your behaviour Sergeant", Soap simply states, Meyers still being way to relaxed. "From whom?" "Anonymous." "So it's all made up then if they don't even want to but their name on it." Soap is disgusted by the smugness in the Sergeants voice. "Oh so you didn't encourage or atleast dont stop 5 Privats to sexual harassing a fellow female soilder?", Soap asks giving Meyers one last chance to admit. "Never seen or heard a thing, Sir." " So you never over heard and I quote: " 'With this fat tits you should change carriers, I would be your first costumer'?" Meyers confidence is waving when he hears the disgust in Soaps voice. "No, Sir." "What about 'Can I cover you big titts with my cum? I bet it would make them look even better'?" "No, Sir." "So you didn't tell Private Hotchner last week that 'she would help bossting morals by not covering up her big fat titts'?" "I..", Meyers stammers knowing he's in deap shit. "Answer the question Sergeant. Yes or No. Did you or did you not?", Soap voice cold with rage his eyes burning holes in the Sergeants head. "Yes, Sir", the Sergeant stammers out. "So am I right to assume that the female Privates don't feel comfortable to report this kind of harassment to you?" "Yes, Sir", the face of the Sergeant an unhealthy pale. "Why do you think thats the case?" "Because I.. because I participate in the same behaviour, Sir." "You still think the report is fake, Sergeant?", Soap asks his finale question. "I.. no Sir." "Thats what I thought", Soap spit out his voice cold and emotionless. Meyers squirms under his gaze, nervously waiting for whatvever punishment the Captain sees fit. "What's my punishment, Sir?", the Sergeant asks when Soap continues to burn holes in his head. "I will talk about it with Captain Price and Ghost", Soap answers a cold smile on his face. "Ghost?", Meyers stammers about to faint now. "That's a problem?" "No Sir." "Oh and Sergeant you will punish and observe the punishment of the 5 Privates. They will clean the showers with a toothbrush, for the next 2 months " "Yes Sir, of course Sir." "I will know if you let them get away with this or make their punishment easier." Meyers only nots at this not able to verbaly confirm he understood. "Dismissed." Meyers nearly runs out his Office.

Riley carefully puts one of her paws on Soaps leg. Getting aggressive head scratches from Soap, who takes a deep breath he needs to punch someone or fuck, he don't care at this point. He lets out a sign before giving Riley his full attention for now. Scratching Rileys favourite spot behind her left ear. Riley is resting her head on Soaps leg looking content. "Spoiling my dog with affection, Captain?", a voice sudenly asks, making Soap flinch. "Fuck Ghost, stop living up to your call sign", Soap complains looking up again. "Not my problem when you don't pay attention to your surroundings", Ghost says shrugging, a amused glint in his eyes. "You're allowed out of medical?", Soap changes the topic. "All healing well, 3 more weeks then the cast gets of", Ghost states and Soap senses that something is up. "You want a medical leave form?", Soap asks. "No, I can recover on base, shorter ways. You know." Soap needs to a moment so he don't say anything he shouldn't say no the admin building. "Of course, so you here to take Riley with you?", Soap asks. "No." Soap frowns at this, what does Ghost want then. "Over heared your littel talk with Meyers. Poor guy nearly fainted when he saw me", Ghost says casually aproaching Soap. Soap trys to watch Ghost and the door at the same time, if Shepard honestly anyone walks in they are fucked. Ghost leans down before wispers I his ear: "You're frustrated, Captain?" Ghost voice is so low and deep right now giving Soap goosebumps. "Yes", Soap admits before waiting for Ghost respons. "Want to get some stress relief?" Soap breath hitches at this, hes breathing now audioable. "No, yes I.. fuck Simon not here", Soap shutters out, looking at the door warry that every can see them. "Know a spot", Ghost wispers such nice dirty promises in his ear. Soaps brain sady reminds him about an important detail. "We can't Shepard is on base", Soap says knowing he's ruining the mood with this. He wants to hear more about Ghost plan. Ghost makes a frustrated noice before pulling back, looking more affected by this then Soap.

Ghost pupils are blown, the usual cold blue's producing a lot of heat right now. He just wants a good fuck is that to much to ask? "What did he want?", Ghost asks crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Tryed to give us a mission." "We have enough mission and not enough people already", Ghost reminds both of them of their big workload of the last two months. "Wanted to send Roach and the two FNGs out, but that's not the worst yet. Sounds like he wants to partly take 141 over", Soap explains why he got out of the conversation this morning. "He will have to rip the taskforce out of Price dead hands, old man probably will come back from the dead to prevent this", Ghost jokes to lighten the mood a bit, knowing Soap knows that he takes this serious. "I think he would like to replace me." Ghost eyes turn dark at this filled with cold rage. "Think that's what all this is about. He knows he can't get Price out, so he targets me. Think about it, the shady interrogation on our home base with his own men. The 'important' mission for Roach that cant wait till Price and Beta team are back." "Thinks that would cause a public up roar, if ever found out. Maybe bad enough to get kicked out", Ghost concludes the atmosphere of the room took a 180 by now. "Fucking cunt", Ghost courses, making Soap laugh unamused. "When does Price come back?", Ghost asks the sooner Price is back the better. "22:00"

Ghost still sits in Soaps office, giving Riley all the attention that she wants. Being deep in thought, first his mind was occupied with their littel problem with Shepard. How he could kill him, slow and painful, so many good options for this too. The sad reality is that it has to look like a accident, maybe they could lead a false trace, but a quick accident something totally ordinary would be the safest choice. People died all the time falling down stairs or getting run over by a car. But after reading the complaints he is thinking about a good punishment for Meyers. "Soap?", Ghost asks in the comfortable silence. "Aye?", Soap answers not looking up from his papers. "How about the person that filed the complaint is chossing the punishment?", Ghost suggests making Soap look up. "If Price agrees, I don't see why not", Soap says with a smile. Soap is streaching his arms before standing up, getting Riley to walk to the door exited. "You're coming?", Soap ask leash in the hand. Ghost stands up needing to stretch himself after who knows long he sat on the chair.

They walk next to each other towards the forest, making sure they don't walk to close to each other. Riley pulling the leash the whole time very excited over her owner being back to walk her, more or less. Ghost looks over his shoulder the buildings of the base only small dots in the distance. He starts feeling nervous, its ridiculous being this nervous over what is is about to do. He carefully reaches out for Soaps hand, brushing there fingers against eachother. It could be seen as a radom touch, but Soap hooks his ring and littel finger with Ghosts. Both men smiling softly, it doesn't really fit them with what they do for work. They kill for a living but here they are holding hands walking Riley together it's disgustingly domestic. The cold persona of the Ghost is being pushed aside by Simon. It is strange after such a long time to be just Simon again. Its a bit overwhelming to feel so much emotionally, but the warmth of the intertwined fingers ground him. Riley stops at a tree sniffing it very intresteted. They turn to each other Ghost smile getting bigger when he sees the light pink blush on Soaps cheeks. Soap looks so soft at him before stepping closer. He puts both his hands at the seam of Ghost balacalava waiting, silently asking Ghost for permission. Soap carefully pulls the fabric up, stoping the the bridge of his nose. Soap licks over his lips needing some time flashing a shy smile at Ghost. Ghost huffs amused about the absurdity of them publicly wispering filthy promises to each other but getting all shy about holding hands and kissing. Soap opens his mouth to ask what's so funny, but Ghost is leaning in and the question is wipped out of Soaps brain. Soap closes the gap, pressing his lips against Ghost. It's shy kiss, but feels perfect for the peaceful moment. Soap presses his nose against Ghosts feeling like when he had his first kiss with Susie Prentes in 8th grade. The warm and giddy feeling of kissing someone you care about for the first time. He can't stop the big smile apearing on his face, humming pleased when he sees the mirroring smile on Simon.

Ghost thought by the record how all their interactions about what is in between them go, that their kiss would be filthy. Instead it was soft and tame, he's fucking gone by this simple gesture. All kisses Ghost had up to this point where part of getting ready to fuck, they where filthy, desperate and hungry. But this kiss was the exact opposite of this and they shouldn't kiss like this. Soft kisses and holding hands is something you do when you're in love. Love has no place in their line of work, only would end in disaster but he dont care. Seeing how Soap is looking and smiling at him, washes the cold loneliness away, sooths the need of 6 year-old Simon Riley to be loved. They kiss again the shyness washed away by the understanding they both feel the same. When Soap licks over his lips Ghost pulls away. "To much?", Soap asks. "No, but if we make out I might don't care if you fuck me in a forest on the ground with no lube", Ghost atmids blushing himself now. "Sounds good to me." Soaps eyes are sinfull to look at right now, how they are darkened and the pupils are a bigger then needed for the amount of rest day light. "Yeah, I think Riley would not like that", Ghost reminds Soap of why they are even in the forest. The tree long had stopped being interesting and Riley patiently sits to their feet, waiting. "Another time then", Soap jokes while shrugging his shoulders. "You're into this primal stuff Soap?", Ghost ask suprised before stepping away. Soap looks uterly confused by the question. "A primal kink Soap, like hunting someone before you fuck on the floor like animals for example", Ghost explains, seeing the moment when realisation is washing over Soap. Soap blushes at this before he starts walking again. The next time Soap is on leave he needs to do some research.

They are standing next to the air field waiting for Price to return. They need to talk with Price as soon as possible. It dark already so they would here the apraoching plane long before they see it. "Ghost?", Soap asks knowing that now is not the time or place but he needs to now. Ghost humms as answer turning towards Soap. "Are you into it?", Soap asks referring to their talk in the forest. "I'm into things that are part of it, but I wouldn't say I have it", Ghost answers their conversation covered up from unwanted eardropers by a starting helicopter. Soap nods at this starring in the night sky again to look for the plane. "You think you have it?", Ghost asks curious. "Don't known need to look it up first", Soap answers sounding a bit mortifyed. "Would you, I mean if I had it?", Soap asks nervously. Ghost keeps his answer for later because General Shepard is aproaching them. "Captain MacTavish, Lieutenant Riley", he greats them. "General", they answer in unison. "How long till they land?", Shepard asks. "10 minutes, Sir", Soap answers. This are the longest 10 minutes of Soaps life. When the airplane finally lands and an exhausted Price and Beta team emerged Shepard marche towards them. Ghost and Soap give each other warry side glances. Price says something that Shepard doesn't like because they end up arguing. It seems like Shepard lost the argument because he storms of angry. Price walks towards them. "Price", Soap greats him and Ghost gives him a nod. "What's going on with Shepard and why is he even here?", Price asks. "To cause trouble", Soap simply answers. "What did you do Soap?", Price asks tiered, like he dont have the mental energy to deal with this. "I declined two of his request that where very last minute", Soap gives the short answer. "We talk about this tomorrow." "Yes, Sir."

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #captain mactavish #captain john price #riley the dog #general shepherd #Shepard is causing problems #they finally kiss

[nikatyler]

𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚

Time for a recap of the last twelve months! It's basically my tradition at this point. This year was a weird one. I'm not even gonna get into real life issues. It sure was something and I'm going into 2023 with no energy and zero expectations, lol. But with this mindset, I can only be pleasantly surprised, right? Or...the world will show me that when you think it can't get any worse, it will.

Anyway, simblr stuff! This is the year I started drifting away from tumblr. It makes me sad, but really, it just isn't the same as it was when I joined. The interaction is not what I wish to get so I'm simply moving to places where I feel like I'm actually heard and seen. Idk. I've tried a few times to "be the change I wanna see" but it's hard to change stuff around here. But oh well, to each their own. I'll probably stick around, even if I hang out more somewhere else and what you see are mostly queued posts. And, well, if twitter burns down, which I wouldn't be surprised if it did, you know I'll fully come back here. I love this hellsite. Genuinely. It makes me mad but I love it.

But I still love you guys. TS3 discord and a few other people who are not in that discord, I do seriously love you.

So, what was happening on this blog this year?

𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪

I was still posting my previous BC! Well, I was finishing it. Vi became a parent and hadn't become a cheating jerk yet. 😅

𝕗𝕖𝕓𝕣𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪

*this* is Vi's cheating jerk era. I still feel bad about how I resolved the whole thing, it was too rushed. I guess I was focusing more on the gameplay part and the NSB rules and less on whether their actions are logical? Prince shouldn't have come back to him, that's the hill I'll die on :D I know, I know, NSB rules and all, but he shouldn't have.

𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙

We're slowly moving onto Bloom's very short generation, as well as gen 3 of my lepacy. It's Ginevra's time to shine, but first, we spent a lot of time with the winners of Axel and August's BC.

𝕒𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕝

Bambi and Candy are born, as well as the BC babies. Loads of baby cuteness in April on this blog. Oh and Ross flourishes in his babysitter era. Well, he's always been a babysitter to his descendants, but I feel like this is where he 100 % accepts it 😂

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Gins' era truly starts now (why do I keep saying era in this recap lmao). I had a lot of fun playing in Twinbrook again and Ginevra and Lori were so great. <3

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Alongside my lepacy (hi Elias & other gen 4 babies), I started posting the pink gen of NSB and also, my 100 Baby Challenge! I still can't believe I actually did that, and that I completed it in like two months only. Wow. What. I mean, yeah, I hyperfocused on it, but still. How did I do that.

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Again, gen 3 of lepacy and gen 7 of NSB, not much to say here. As for playing, I mostly just played the baby challenge. Oh! And Maeve's BC, of course.

Ohh, and July was the month when I decided to dive into the wonderful sims community on twitter. Probably one of my best decisions this year as I made many great friends there...🥰🥰

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Gen 3 ends and Sawyer is ready to take over Bridgeport but he has to wait for a bit. Pastel enters the blog and her bonding with Ross is seriously one of my most favourite things. I didn't think of this at first when I was playing, it only came to me later when I was posting the generation, but he definitely grew fond of her because she reminds him of Sunset so much ;-;

𝕤𝕖𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣

Good news: Bambi and Atsuko get married. Bad news: Ross and Caleb break up. *sigh* There's so much to unpack with their breakup storyline. Yes it makes sense that they'd hit a few bumps on the road, yes it makes sense that some of them would be bad, but...deep down, the breakup only happened because of my insecurities and lowkey being afraid of using a townie in my stories. At least I kinda got over that this fall (thank you twitter moots).

More good news: I'm finally posting the BC!!

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I finished posting the 100BC and...yeah this was Maeve's month. October was also very vampiric, but I'll probably mention that in a separate recap (if I do a separate recap haha), as this one only focuses on my regular daily content (legacies and such)

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In November, we saw the funniest twist to ever happen in my BCs. Sorry River :D Aaand we also have the winner of Maeve's BC! I can't wait for you all to see them again in the legacy. Next year, hopefully.

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Sawyer's time to shine has come. Well, not really, his siblings are constantly stealing it. Don't be surprised if he one day, you know, steals their organs and sells them.

Oh, and it's also TS3!Ross's time to shine. Because of course it is. I knew I needed to use his TS3 self somewhere, and all things considered, this felt like a perfect time for that.

December was also the month I started posting videos on youtube. I'm sorry if I'm annoying about that, but I just enjoy it so much. Never thought I'd say that. So, if you haven't yet, feel free to check it out (and subscribe maybe? 🥺). I'm hoping to do some fun stuff next year.

What's in store for 2023? I'll probably talk about that later, but to put it simply, I think this blog will be stuck with NSB and lepacy.

Thanks for sticking around with my grumpy self. Here's to a better 2023.

Happy new year, everyone!

#ts4 #ts3 #sims 4 #sims 3 #the sims 3 #the sims 4 #sims #simblr #fleur extra #breeze nsb legacy extra

[sunset-a-story]

Seven Snippets | Seven People

Both @winterandwords & @words-after-midnight tagged me in this one so here we go! Thanks for tagging me and giving me something fun to do on my lunch break! I took all of these from Arc 1 for a change.

1.

[context: Hannah is currently invisible ] “Do you need to put some clothes on?” Gareth asked. “You can’t bring a weapon like that." She smiled even though she knew they couldn’t see it. “I got it covered.” She went through her clothes in a pile on the backseat and pulled out a small box of razor blades. She held one up, turning it to catch the light and then fit it in her mouth between her teeth and cheek. Once it was in her mouth it would be invisible like the rest of her. “I’m not gonna lie,” Gareth sighed, “that’s gonna stress me out.”

2.

Marek del Sol couldn’t shake the, frankly true, thought that he wouldn’t have had to deal with this if he were still working in the Chicago Office. It was a selfish thought and he knew it but if he were still heading up the Uranus department of SolCorp’s Chicago branch when this whole Venus missing babies crisis hit, he would have been floored by it emotionally, obviously, but it would have fallen to the folks at SolCorp’s shiny Los Angeles Headquarters to manage the details of the fallout. Now here he was in LAHQ, promoted to one of Uranus’ top five ranked officers, Second in command no less, and it was very much his problem.

3.

“You know that assignment in Tokyo you’ve been dreading because you have no appreciation for culture?” Grace narrowed her eyes at the playful teasing. “I like culture just fine--it’s just too friggin’ hot in Tokyo this time of year. Send me someplace cold and I’ll just add layers with zero complaints but it’s not like I can remove my skin.” “Well, it’s been canceled.” “Oh.” She sat back and cringed. “What’s the bad news?” “I’m going to need you to step up and take on a higher workload after I go under.” Grace’s eyes widened. “Ma'am, I’m sure I could figure out a way to remove my skin if you give me like fifteen minutes.”

4.

“Do you know what they call people who need to get drunk after a mission in Mars? Gone soggy. Because they’ve been in too long and they should probably retire from the field.” He flicked a bottle cap off the edge of the porch. “Mars is crazy. You know that, right? They’ve got a weird-ass little culture of their own.” “All the departments do.”

5.

“I noticed,” Rich muttered beside him, “that you canceled our meeting for tomorrow.” Here we go. “I’m not dealing with that until after this crisis is over,” he replied as firmly as he could. That tone of voice tended to end a conversation, but Rich didn’t feel the same sense of deferment that others did. Neptune was maybe the one department head that was more intimidating than Mercury, and Rich had held the position for a long time.

6.

“Do you have a scope?” Reeve asked her. One huge benefit to being invisible is that she didn’t need to school her face when someone said something as absolutely stupid as that. “Are you asking if the sniper has a scope?” “I mean a spotting scope.” “Does the sniper have a--whatever, yes, here.” She handed it off. She started to get her rifle out but thought better of it and went over to make sure Reeve didn’t break it.

7.

“Reeve talked about Sol’s big thing. What does Entropy do?” “I don’t know.” “What do you mean you don’t know?” “They never told me.” Alex gave him his least impressed look. “They never told you.” Gareth’s face tensed up. “You got a look at what it’s like there. Would you piss those people off by pestering them with questions?” “You obviously don’t know me yet, because hell yes I would.” He pointed the screwdriver at him. “I’m pestering you, aren’t I?”

Phew! Now I gotta tag 7 people so here we go: @hon3yquill @imbrisvastatio @lettiekorywrites @writerrelapse @thatndginger @kjscottwrites & @fictionalbullshitter - no pressure tagging of course. Not 100% sure if all you folks are into tag games but I tried to keep it to people who are down.

#writeblr #writeblr community #writeblr tag games #writer tag #original fiction #sunset a story

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 37! For context, see my post “A Project” under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

Free Coffee

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9/23/2017                                     mc ff

Alas, too bad Skye isn't a little more ethical, she and Sonia could have had a lovely relationship beyond that of a (brainwashed) customer and the person giving her a coffee fix. That said, I do wonder what the heck might have been in the coffee to cause this reaction, but I suppose it doesn't matter. I'm just glad I've never developed a taste for coffee. (Other than off of the lips of my girlfriend - that's lovely for entirely different reasons though). The effect is lovely, though, and the control is well done. 8/10 spirals 

 Vacant Moan

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9/23/2017                                     mc ff ma

Oh, I want the backstory for this so much. I feel like I personally would find the story of how they got here much more engaging than this version, where things are a bit more removed because we're only getting an outside perspective. That outside, voyeuristic, point of view just makes it not a great fit for me, though if you enjoy that sort of thing give it a read? 5/10 spirals. 

 Quill Pen Feather

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9/30/2017                                     mc

This is another one of those induction scripts JB has so many of. And I have just one question: why red ink? Like, of all colors, why the one that evokes *blood*? But then, I dearly love my fountain pen's blue ink, or the iridescent purple ink I have that I sometimes use with my dip calligraphy pen. That said, as someone who's done my fair share of writing sending me into trance, of inscribing a partner's words on paper and in my mind, well. This is a heck of a good induction, and I'm sure it's more effective when read aloud, as it was clearly meant to be. I I think if it were me doing it, though, I'd have picked a color like gold, sparkling against the darkness of a blank mind. 9/10 spirals 

 Five Finger Discount

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10/7/2017                                     mc ff

I. huh. This is pure magic, and not up my alley at all. Like, sure, the sex happens under control, but it isn't about strengthening or creating that control at all. It's just "mind control someone to want to please me, then have sex with them" and ... nope, I'm just too ace for that. 4/10 spirals

 Xenophilia (Jukebox)

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10/14/2017                                   mc mf md sf hu

*laughs* sure. Sure, that set-up makes perfect sense. I don't *understand* it - tentacles do nothing for me - but sure, we'll go with it. I find this story more entertaining than hot - especially the tail end - but it's plenty good all the same. If you like aliens and/or tentacles, you'll probably get a kick out of it. 7/10 spirals 

 Zero Dumb Game

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10/21/2017                                   mc mf md fd

This is an interesting - if magical - premise. Not super to my taste - and while I can see that it is, technically, mind control, it doesn't *feel* like mind control to me, not exactly. That's purely a subjective take, and I can see why other folk would have a different opinion, but still. It just doesn't work for me, though I enjoy the ending pretty well all the same. And I find the premise clever, and like the character well enough, it's just not hot for me. 5/10 spirals 

 Can’t Say No

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10/28/2017                                   mc mf md

Oh, this is a lovely scene between hypnotic partners. The glee of having a suggestion type work for the first time is so well captured here, even if I wish we knew exactly what suggestions had been given. Obviously she's lost the concept of "no," to a point, at least she can't say or think it herself, but she understands it when he uses it. And it feels like there's another suggestion in play - we see hints of it, of her feeling like she should say something, but she isn't sure what. It's just well put together, the amnesia is done well, and there's just so much good here. 9/10 spirals. 

 I Just Want to See His Face

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11/4/2017                                     mc md

Uuuuuugh, I hate that sort of dude, and to have it end the way it does ... *grumbles* he's just an archetype I've had to deal with waaaay too much myself in life. This story gets under my skin because of that, and makes it hard to rate fairly. I suppose folk less irritated by that sort of condescending man would probably enjoy the payoff? But given we see none of the actual process itself, there's nothing here for me to sink my teeth into. 2/10 spirals. 

 Any Time Now

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11/18/2017                                   mc ff

The way Andrea's words slip in and finish Lucinda's thoughts are fascinating, and such well-written dialog. It's a clever use of social contracts to keep Lucinda in the conversation, in a way that keeps her from realizing just how much control she's already given until she's given too much to be able to take control back. And she never sees it coming. It's horribly non-consensual of course, but in a way that doesn't bother me the way many non-consensual scenes do. 8/10 spirals 

 Bent 4 U

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11/18/2017                                   mc mf fd

This story shows us a bit more depth in 4U's programming, in the world she inhabits, in the way she responds, rationalizes, obeys. It follows up on the bit of conflict that we saw in the previous 4U story, I'll be interested to see if there are more stories with 4U, with the world she exists in, because this conflict between her Masters is *intriguing.* It's interesting that while she's brainwashing someone, the focus here is less on that conditioning and process, and much more on her own programming and how she exists within it. 9/10 spirals. 

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[monkeyparasite]

Hey, it's been a while since I've requested anything from you. How about Gorillaz band members with a partner who gives them massages whenever they cuddle?

it has, but no worries! im always open to requests, i like writing!

this is a very cute request! ill do my best! (i unfortunately did not research what type of tensions each band member gets depending on their usual instrument they play, but i did guess at least! it might not be accurate, but i can always redo this! :D)

Mudzy

Now, as the bassit as well as being lead singer of the band, he's obviously built up some tension in his aching body, (( it's also because hes old, but shhh )). Mainly in his shoulders, neck, and maybe even his arms and hands, though!

Now as we know, depsite his intimidating appearance and voice, this man loves to cuddles, especially with his partner and that one bunny(?) stuffed animal he has!

At first, when you originally began to massage him while you two cuddle, he thought you were getting uhm "handsy", after clarification or further action, he realized you were massaging him

He didn't know how to react or feel for the first few days. While he did enjoy it, he still had no idea why you do that, and the truth be told, he still doesn't, but he does express to you now that it helps him a ton!

He probably makes uncomfortable weird noises, not like sexually, genuinely just.. weird noises, like caveman noises mixed with his usual murdoc noises "OooGaaaAH"

2Dee

2D, 2D! I don't know if its known if he still plays the banjo or if Murdoc broke it, Muds breaking it might've been a dream I had though, so i'll just stick with him being the singer!

2D is a huge cuddle bug, mainly having been, due to having to cuddle with young noodle after she had a bad dream and couldn't sleep sometimes, the rare occasions where he can cuddle up with katsu, and the ones where he got to close to Murdoc while he was sick on the couch, half asleep, pulling poor 2D down onto the ill ridden couch with him

For him, whenever he gets stressed, the pain for some reason goes down into his legs; while he gets cramps in his back, and tension in his shoulders and neck due to standing up singing for so long

He also had zero clue what you were doing either, asking awkwardly yet with such wholesome tone that can only be earned through love and trusting with him. Once you told him, his response was "Oh! Yea, 'suppose I've been feeling like a zombie lately, thank you, love!"

Instantly fell asleep after that. When you massage him, it puts him to ease, enough to allow him to drift off to sleep

Russel aka "Rissel"

As the band's excellent drummer, his job requires him to sit down most of the time, putting a strain on his back, legs, while his arms and shoulders occasionally get sore from drumming too much!

He knew instantly what you were doing, bringing up how Noodle sometimes does that to him, thanking you for doing that to him, since it definitely took a lot of pressure off of him

Groans and grumbles while you do that, its like the pain is coming out of him through his mouth, if that makes sense?

Promises to do something for you in return, no matter what you say, even if you protest! Well.. he'll do it after his nap though, he did fall asleep when you were massaging him. He sleeply!

Noodle, the pasta girl!!

As the guitarist, Noodle occasionally gets tensions in her shoulders, upper arms, and back! Occasionally, she also gets a crink in her neck too that she just can't get out!

Knew exactly what you were doing, a simply thank you and a sigh of relief was what she had to say

Tried to massage you as well in sync, but eventually gave up, despite that, she massaged you after she finished massaging her!

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