#we could make arguments for DS too

[griffinsboyfriend]

#the correct answer is LoA #but I def feel for the DS and NB girls #I like all of these #but LoA and FA are unfinished in my mind #so is TE #we could make arguments for DS too #playchoices #choices stories you play

[tinyidle]

HEAR ME OUT

Imagine queencard!Miyeon and queencard!Minnie punishing queencard!Shuhua because Shuhua's been too much of a brat to properly handle with (plus Shuhua wouldn't back down in an argument anyway, that's why they'll handle her like that 🤷‍♀️)

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wc: 1.83k

WARNING: heavy, heavy smut (tw), threesome, rough sex (consent is key!!), bdsm (ds and m), exhibition, voyeurism, degradation, dirty talk, humiliation, groping, heavy teasing, nipple play, spanking, face-slapping (once, dw), cunniligus, fingering, subspace, squirting, inclination of aftercare, harddom!miyeon, queencard!miyeon, harddom!minnie, queencard!minnie, brattysub!shuhua, queencard!shuhua, fiction ofcofc

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᘡ ۫ 𖨂 𓈒 🦑 ۟ ៹ 𓂂

"for the last time, shuhua," minnie warned the youngest once again, "stop showing off so much in front of people."

the woman pouted as she adjusted her denim blue top-skirt dress. "but i love seeing their flustered little faces," she said as she tried to defend herself.

shuhua couldn't help it if she showed off a bit too much of her breasts when sensually doing a move during her dance-off with yuqi; she couldn't help that she liked the way her ass moved when she swayed her hips; and she definitely couldn't stop the eyes watching on as she enjoyed herself in front of them. but most of all, she couldn't help that her two girlfriends, practically her mommies, were jealous of her displaying her body out in the open, even if it was for an audience who loved her.

hearing a familiar breath of a sigh behind her, shuhua smirked before turning around to see her other strict girlfriend, miyeon, crossing her arms and slightly shaking her head in disbelief. "yeh shuhua," she began to berate.

"yeah, miyeon," shuhua called back, testing the water to see how far she could push buttons. oh, she was getting it tonight is she kept this up.

deciding not to fuel the small blaze the woman wanted to ignite, miyeon looked at shuhua deadpan in the face. "you heard what minnie said. if you so far as try to act up on purpose, you'll be getting it tonight."

feeling even braver than before, shuhua pulled out the theatrics of feeling threatened. "ooh, im soo scared," she proclaimed with sarcasm before scoffing and heading back to the dance floor. oh, she was so getting it tonight.

as the two queencards looked onward towards their girlfriend, they were getting heated more and more with the sight of her giving random people lap dances. they had enough. enough was enough. she wanted to play dumb? they were going to make her play as dumb as she wanted to act like-- like the dumb whore she seems to want to be.

they immediately got the dj to stop the music and got some handheld microphones so that the party crowd could hear them, making everyone wonder what the issue was. when they saw that it was, in fact, miyeon and minnie who were about to speak, they instantly cheered before quieting down to hear what their queens had to say.

"hello everyone!" miyeon greeted. "enjoying the party?" her question was met with a cheer before going back to silence.

miyeon smiled, almost sinisterly, before turning to minnie and giving a quick nod. the taller woman reciprocated the grin before beginning to speak, "so miyeon-unnie and i have decided to show you one of our favorite party games to spice up the fun!" the audience all oohed before clapping in acceptance to this "game". even shuhua was intrigued-- until she realized that what was going on.

looking straight at the raven-haired woman's terrified eyes, minnie said clearly unto the mic, "yeh shuhua, can you come over so we can show everyone how we play?"

the crowd went from interested to horrified to now very turned on. unfortunately for shuhua, this was her reaction too. she always gets punished with denials, overstimulation, maybe even some spanking-- but all that would be done in the privacy of their own home. now she was being humiliated in front of a large number of people, strangers whom she knows nothing of, and is somehow enjoying it. this should make her filthy, as well as the spectators, but for some reason her core was throbbing as her face was beat red.

"aw, cat's got your tongue now?" miyeon smiled before chuckling, pulling off the dress that covered shuhua's now-naked body.

minnie tsked while feeling on the younger's breasts and hips. "see this, guys?" she called out as shuhua whined and attempted to cover herself. minnie grabbed her hands while miyeon smacked her core, making shuhua gasped in slight pain and pleasure. minnie chuckled before raising her voice once again. "she had no underwear on! the whore's been practically begging to get fucked all night!"

the audience gasped as some men moaned. total men behavior, the queencards thought. of course they'd love to get to see a woman naked in front of them. in fact…

"if you're a man, give me your phone!" miyeon demanded. one-by-one, each male had their phones given to miyeon, who then told someone to keep in a box until their 'game' was over. "and if i see anybody taking any source of evidence, just know that that'll be the last thing you see." everyone was dead silent, all except for some whimpers of some down-bad women. of-fucking-course they would, the queencards thought. no one could resist them,

setting their attention back to their target, miyeon harshly sucked on shuhua's neck and collarbones while minnie would rub around shuhua's center before forcing the younger's legs open. the people watched in awe as the persimmon-faced so-called queencard was being teased so heavily by her playmates, her masters, her mothers. their queen. they could only dream of a moment to even graze them, but of course would wish for it in a more private setting.

but no, shuhua was now being subject to having her skin being painted in splotches of pink, her nipples being extremely erect as miyeon teasingly blew air onto the sensitive buds, and minnie playing with an extremely sensitive and engorged clit.

minnie smacked shuhua's thigh, bringing her out of her (invisible) thoughts and forcing her to bring her brain into the basic function of listening.

"i said get on your knees, bitch," miyeon spat, pushing the woman down as minnie quickly removed her clothes, much to the pleasure of the onlookers. "have mommy ride your face while i make you cum from here." miyeon went behind shuhua and quickly latched her hands to her enlarged nipples before pulling on them, making the girl whine before nodding in response.

not liking this, minnie pulled her chin up before smacking her with a gentle but rough force. "i don’t think i heard you. what did you say?" shuhua let out tears of frustration and pleasure before answering, "yes, mommy. ride my face, please."

"that's more like it." the thai woman hovered above shuhua's awaiting mouth before bending down to feel her plaything's tongue on her folds. "ahh, fuck yes. just like that. harder, deeper. mmmmh yess."

as shuhua was pleasing minnie to her liking, miyeon pushed shuhua's hips up, exposing her drenched core to anyone who could see. "see this, everyone?" she declared, making shuhua even more embarrassed than she already was, "this cheap slut finds this arousing. and i bet you all find this fun too, huh?" when she heard moans and slight beggings as replies, she scoffed and said aloud, "whores" before pushing her mouth unto her treat.

the youngest woman was whining and moaning as her cunt was being devoured from miyeon, while feeling minnie's wet juices coat her entire mouth, some of it dripping down the sides of her cheeks. it didn’t take too long for minnie to orgasm, doing so very loudly and gripping shuhua's hair while doing so. when she went down from her high, she moved her legs off the now panting shuhua, her makeup utterly messed up from all the juices she was forced to take in. she arches her back as miyeon harshly flicked on her clit, trying to get her to cum. "ohh, fuck! please, please please please--!" she wailed before orgasming hard on miyeon's tongue. the oldest wasn't done yet, however, as the crowd saw miyeon keep her lips enwrapped on shuhua's extremely sensitive clit. minnie carefully turned shuhua to the onlookers before harshly smacking her round ass.

"this," smack! "is what," smack! "to act," smack! "like a slut," smack! "for?" smack! the youngest sobbed as she shook her head, knowing she wasn't fully being truthful to herself. "you have guys jerking their little boy cocks and girls touching their slutty selves all because you want to act like an attention whore. well, here's your attention." miyeon finally let go of shuhua's abused cunt, the woman closing her legs from the slight burn the assault gave her.

"uh-uh-uh," miyeon tapped the girl's legs. "open up yourself for our guests." feeling embarrassed but to frightened to defy miyeon, shuhua reopened her legs, much to the acceptance of the onlookers.

taking off what clothes she had on, miyeon hovered over shuhua's beet-red face and ordered her to turn over. after doing so, miyeon then went on her knees, dripping cunt to her plaything's face. meanwhile, minnie pushed her long, dainty fingers in shuhua's pinkish center, earning a hiss from the audience.

shuhua gasped in miyeon's cunt as miyeon gave no time to adjust for her, immediately working her hips up and down the poor woman's lips. the crowd didn’t know wat was more amazing: miyeon's hip action on shuhua, or minnie's finger action on shuhua. it didn’t matter, because at the end they were getting a show of a lifetime.

miyeon started panting heavily, letting out high-pitched moans ad her high was coming near. "fuck, your mouth is so good. right there. yes, yes, im about to cum!" her hands tightly grasped onto the warm ground of the stage as her clit was being constantly stimulated by shuhua's nose, all while shuhua herself was basically screaming in her core while minnie was destroying hers. when miyeon finally orgasm with a shudder and a moan, she got off shuhua's once-again soaked face. however, the pair weren;t done playing yet. taking out her fingers and turning the youngest around, minnie pushed two of her fingers back into shuhua and thrusted hard, making the girl shriek.

the partygoers were a bit worried for the plaything, but seeing as she nodded and silently begged for release, their worries were quickly shut down. they were shut down even further when minnie pulled shuhua up to her knees, chest and the front of her cunt being abused by minnie's piston-moving fingers being the thing people could now see.

"if you want to cum, tell them who you are," miyeon smirked, gently caressing shuhua sides, in turn making her shiver from the action.

swallowing what little pride she had left, the woman gulped before yelling out for even the person in the back to hear, "im a filthy slut who just wants attention." tears flooded her eyes before she let the come out as minnie smiled along with miyeon; with them finally giving her the permission to

"cum".

shuhua shook violently as she squirted all over the stage and minnie's fingers. the audience couldn’t believe their eyes, with many of them orgasming in their confinements, others faces who've practically lost all color from the erotic sighting, and others clapping from the spectacular game.

as the aftershocks were taking over, miyeon motioned someone to bring a blanket, wipes and towels, before speaking to the crowd once more:

"remember, everyone. aftercare is important, taming your brat is important, and keeping this whole thing a secret is the most important thing of all."

soooo, i wrote this in the dark because my state decided to play scientist, causing the electricity to go out for a few hours. with nothing to do and my computer being the only thing i could use that had power still, i created this within an hour before heading to bed... just to wake up with the lights back on smfh

#hear me out #miyeon smut #minnie smut #shuhua smut #gidle smut

[peanut-tyrug]

DS Fanfic: Bonding Together

Wilson and Maxwell never really had a great relationship. A misfortunate accident in the caves however begins moving them in the right direction…

—

TRIGGER WARNING - This fic contains a call back to bad experiences/an experience that makes a character uncomfortable. If you aren’t comfortable with that, please don’t read this.

Wilson and Maxwell have been on thin ice since they had first paired up together.

Previous mishaps about each other float in their minds. For Wilson, Maxwell brought him here. Tricked him into making that stupid portal. For Maxwell, Wilson had always been a thorn in his side. He didn’t find him very pleasant to be around either.

Almost everyday, every minute, every second, the Survivors had to deal with their bickering.

“Oh, hush up, Higgsbury.” Maxwell would say.

“You’re one to talk, Mr. I-can’t-shut-up-and-stop sulking-around.” Wilson would retort.

“At least I don’t constantly boast about my non-existent achievements.” Maxwell would argue back.

Wilson would always scoff when a negative comment was made about his scientific prowess. “Excuse you!? I’ve achieved many things in my 33 years of life!”

“Like what?” Maxwell would ask. “Blowing up your university’s lab?”

Wilson’s eyes would wide and his mouth would go agape. He’d gasp. “Oh, why YOU—!!”

Their arguments always descended into a physical bout of some sort. Whether it be with dangerous weapons, or something as childish as a slap fight. By the end of their bout, they’d either be snarling at each other once Wickerbottom separated them, or knocked out cold on the ground after having tired each other out.

And the Survivors have dealt with it long enough.

Wickerbottom made the scientist and magician some Mandrake soup to help them fall asleep so they wouldn’t be around to hear their plans for how to help them bond. Wickerbottom knew that if they were to here talk of them trying get along, they would downright refuse to have any part of it.

Although they’d actually agree on something, their bouts would likely still be a prominent issue. They are relentless when it comes to their fights.

Wilson and Maxwell, with Wickerbottom’s help, get taken to their tents to sleep for the night. Wickerbottom calls her fellow campmates around the fire pit to come to a consensus on what they could do to improve Wilson and Maxwell’s relationship.

“Fellow campmates.” Wickerbottom begins. “I am certain we are all aware of the… relationship between Wilson and Maxwell… I’ve called us all here to discuss what we could do to assist in helping them get along. What are your suggestions?”

“Burn their clothes each time they argue.” Willow suggests.

“No, Willow.” Says Wickerbottom. “That fire could spread. It’s a waste of thread too.”

Willow folds her arms and pouts a bit.

“They’re practically children.” Says Winona. “Give 'em a spankin'” She chuckles.

“Winona, absolutely not.” Says Wickerbottom. “They may act like children, but they’re still grown men.”

“I was just playin' grams.” Says Winona.

Wes then flails his arms a bit to get the attention of his campmates. Wickerbottom looks over to the mime. She smiles, thinking he’ll have a good answer. “What do you have in mind, Wes?”

Wes puts his arms and positions them as if they’re sitting on two people’s shoulders. He then pulls his arms closer to his body. A group hug of some sort.

“Good suggestion, but I don’t think they will help much.” Says Wickerbottom.

“TERRIBLE IDEA AS USUAL, DISGUSTING MIME FLESHSACK.” Says WX. Wes frowns and averts his gaze.

“Hey!” Says Wolfgang. “What did Wolfgang say about being mean to clownman!?”

“Wolfgang, please.” Says Wickerbottom. “WX-78 should not have said that, but please do not start lighting a fuse.”

Wolfgang averts his, embarrassed. “Is sorry.” He says.

"I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT, MEATSACK." Says WX, looking to Wickerbottom.

Wickerbottom furrows her brows. "Well WX, what would you suggest?" She says in a bitter tone.

"I'D SUGGEST KILLING THEM. THAT WILL SHUT THEM UP." WX suggests.

"I resonate with the automaton." Says Wendy.

"Wendy, no!" Webber retorts. "We can't do that!"

Wickerbottom puts a hand to her head and sighs. "Oh, dear... would anyone else like to suggest anything?"

"We planned a trip to caves a bit ago, eh?" Says Woodie. “Why don’t we just bring them to the caves?”

Wickerbottom furrows her brows curiously. “What are you suggesting, Woodie?”

“Put 'em in a circumstance where they have to get along!” Says Woodie.

“Ah, a plöt well devised, fellow lumberjack!” Says Wigfrid.

Wickerbottom smiles. “Ah, I see.” She says. “We will start planning the trip out first thing tomorrow, yes?”

The group nods. They’ve finally come to a consensus. Wickerbottom can be at peace. The group separates and heads into their tents for the night.

—

It’s the next morning. The sun has just started to rise. Everyone is awake except Wilson and Maxwell. The Survivors are in front of a cartographer’s desk planning the aforementioned trip to the caves.

Willow and Winona stand next to each other as they plan. Winona looks back to Wilson and Maxwell’s tents.

“I wonder how to the two stooges are doing.” Winona says teasingly.

“Let us pray that soup didn’t knock 'em too hard.” Says Willow, a little sarcastically.

Just as Willow says that, Wilson pops out of his tent, groggy as hell. “Ugh… good morning.” He says as he rubs his head. “What are you all doing here?”

“We’re planning a trip to the caves, dear.” Says Wickerbottom.

“This early in the morning?” Says Wilson.

“It is a very important trip.” Says Wickerbottom.

In fact, it was an important trip.

“Can you people quiet down?” Says a nearby voice. The Survivors look back to see Maxwell popping out of his tent, just as groggy as Wilson. “Can a man get any sleep over here?”

Wilson furrows his brows. “Of course, you need your beauty sleep.” Wilson says teasingly.

“Oh, hush up, Higgsbury.” Says Maxwell, going back into his tent. He lays back down on his bed roll and closes his eyes.

It’s peaceful and quiet.

Until the peace is suddenly disturbed.

“RISE AND SHINE, MAGGOT!!”

Maxwell quickly lifts his body up and shouts. He looks forward to see Willow looking directly at him.

“What could you POSSIBLY want!?” Maxwell asks the pyromaniac.

“We’re heading to the caves later.” Says Willow. “So you’d best be up on your feet now. COME ON, GET UP SOLDIER!!” She says. She gets out of Maxwell’s tent and starts marching. “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!! COME ON, YOU RAPSCALLION!!” Says Willow. “I AIN’T GOT ALL DAY!!” She continues to march.

Maxwell gets out of his tent. He looks over to Willow furiously. “I’M UP! I AM UP!” He says. “JUST STOP SHOUTING!”

“THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO A COMMANDER!!” Says Willow.

“You can stop now, Willow.” Says Wickerbottom. “He’s awake.”

Willow folds her arms sassily. “Okay, fine.” She says. She looks over to Maxwell. “But I got my eyes on you, soldier. You hear me?” She says in a harsh whisper.

Maxwell looks into Willow’s eyes. He can sense a fiery aura coming off of her. A blazing desire burns within her.

Maxwell quivers. He commits to Willow’s game. “Yes ma'am.”

Willow nods. “Mm-hm. That’s how a solider’s meant to act!”

“This must be an extremely important cave trip if you’re waking Maxwell up early.” Says Wilson.

Willow looks over to Wilson. “Yep.” She says. “Extremely important!”

“I’m excited to discover why.” Says Wilson happily.

“Oh, it’ll knock your scientific SOCKS OFF!!” Says Willow.

Wilson smiles brightly. “Oh! I’m intrigued!”

“You’re just going to have to wait, Wilson.” Says Wickerbottom.

“Although I don’t want to, I have to, I suppose.” Wilson says, trying to hold in his impatience.

“Good, you’re learning patience, dear.” Says Wickerbottom.

“That’s magnificent.” Says Maxwell. “I don’t have to hear words spout out of his mouth.” Says Maxwell teasingly.

Wilson sharply turns his head to face Maxwell. “How dare you!?” He says.

“Hey!” Says Winona. “It’s way too damn early to be hearin' EITHER OF YOU holler half-assed insults at each other. Can y’all just shut your traps for five seconds?”

“I know Higgsbury can’t.” Says Maxwell.

“You’re one to talk.” Says Wilson.

The men glare at each other.

Suddenly, Wes steps in between the arguing men. He grabs Wilson’s shoulders and pushes him to another part of the camp. He goes to Maxwell and does the same. The two men glare at each other from their positions. They then walk away to attend to their own business. Wes, satisfied, wipes his hands like he just finished working on an engine. He puts his fists to his hips and smiles proudly.

“…Huh.” Says Winona. “How efficient of ya, Wes.”

Wes smiles and bows to Winona as a thank you.

“So, grams.” Winona begins, now looking at Wickerbottom. “What exactly are we gonna do about those goons?”

“Hmm… I believe I have an idea.” Says Wickerbottom. “Spread the word to the others, please.”

Willow, Wes, and Winona nod. They all walk up to Wickerbottom as she explains her plan to them.

—

It’s early dusk now. The Survivors are ready to execute the plan Winona had codenamed: Operation: Get-Along. The small group of five prepare themselves for their trip.

“Is everyone prepared?” Asks Wickerbottom.

“We’re ready, Ms. Wickerbottom!!” Says an excited Webber, who has a backpack on.

Wes brightly smiles and salutes.

“I am ready for a scientific experience!” Wilson says excitedly.

Maxwell rolls his eyes at Wilson’s comment. His eyes face Wickerbottom. “I am ready, Ms. Wickerbottom.” He says.

“Delightful.” She says. She looks back to her fellow Survivors gazing upon the five of them.

“Good luck out there!” Says Winona.

“Many blessings I give thee.” Says Wigfrid.

“Try not to die.” Says Wendy.

“I’D PREFER IT IF THEY DID DIE.” Says WX.

“What did I tell you about talking all that smack?” Winona says, glaring at WX.

WX grumbles. “UGH… IF I TALK SMACK, I CANNOT GO ON ORGANIC HUNTS ANYMORE…” They say, irritated.

“Uh-huh. Now stop with the smack talk.” Says Winona sternly.

Wickerbottom’s brows furrow, but she still smiles. “Take good care of the camp while we are gone!”

“Friends will protect camp for Ms. Wickerbottom!” Says Wolfgang, flexing his arms.

“We will be back by tonight!” Says Wickerbottom. “Stay safe!”

The five head off. The other Survivors watch as they leave.

“So… you guys think this plan will go well?” Asks Willow.

“I don’t know to be honest. If we’re lucky, it may work, but I just got a bad feeling.” Says Winona.

“What is wrong, strong-lady handy woman?” Asks Wolfgang.

Winona shrugs. “I dunno. Somethin' just doesn’t feel right…” She says.

“Is it the feeling that they could perish?” Asks Wendy.

“…Kinda, yeah.” Says Winona.

“Those fellas should be fine.” Says Woodie. “Wickerbottom said she didn’t expect any cave ins or quakes.”

“We can önly höpe they return with victöry in their eyes.” Says Wigfrid.

The group watched as the their fellow Survivors fade out into the distance.

—

The group of five tread through a large field toward the cave entrance they’re looking for. Wickerbottom is leading while the others follow behind.

“Ms. Wickerbottom? I have a question.” Wilson asks.

Wickerbottom looks back to face the scientist. “Hm? What is it?”

“How come you didn’t have anyone with physical strength come with us?” Wilson asks. “You said this trip was important. Wouldn’t have been optimal to bring Wolfgang or Wigfrid along?”

Wickerbottom doesn’t hesitate to answer. “Wigfrid had suggested Wes and Webber tag along.” She says. “They wanted to see how far they had come.”

They were actually only there to help push Wilson and Maxwell in the right direction. Lead them down the path they wanted them to go down. Wickerbottom thought they’d fit best, as they’re the sweetest out of the 12 of them.

“Yeah! We’ve been training hard!” Says Webber excitedly. “Right, Wes?”

Wes nods enthusiastically. He then flexes his lanky arms. Wilson chuckles.

“I wish you both well on your endeavors.” Says Wilson.

“I have a follow up question.” Maxwell suddenly buds in.

Wickerbottom looks back to face Maxwell. “Hm? What is it?”

“You haven’t brought both Wilson and I on a cave venture together in ages.” Says Maxwell. “Why has this changed? And so suddenly too?”

Again, Wickerbottom doesn’t hesitate. “I wanted to see if you both were capable enough to handle being together.” She says. “If you can’t handle this, then you won’t be paired up again.”

“What makes you think we’ll get along here?” Maxwell asks.

“Just don’t talk to each other.” Says Wickerbottom.

“Look! Over there!” Webber points. “The cave entrance!”

The group stops at a large hole in the ground.

“Prepare your ropes everyone.” Says Wickerbottom. “I’ll go down first.” She looks to Webber. “And I’ll help you get down.”

One by one, each Survivor climbs down into the dark depths. Webber being the last one down, with Wickerbottom’s help. The five take out their miner hats and tread forward. Just like before, Wickerbottom is leading.

“Where exactly are we headed?” Asks Wilson.

“The Ancient Ruins.” Says Wickerbottom.

“Are we fighting that beast again?” Wilson asks, referring to the Ancient Fuelweaver. “Are you sure it’s optimal for Wes and Webber to be here?”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Wilson!” Says Webber. “We’re prepared!”

Wes nods, agreeing with Webber.

Wilson accepted the argument, but the situation still felt peculiar. Wes was weaker than the others and Webber was just a kid. Because of these aspects, they weren’t normally brought on cave missions like this.

Something feels wrong, but Wilson is willing to trust his companions. Wickerbottom especially. She always seemed to know what to do and how to execute it.

…But what if she was messing with him?

“Oh, dear.” Says Wickerbottom. Wilson is whacked out of his world of thought. He looks up.

“A fork in the road.” Says Wickerbottom.

The tunnel their walking in has been separated into two paths.

Wickerbottom looks back to the other four Survivors. “I will take the left. Everyone else, you take the right.”

Wilson’s brows furrow. “Are you sure?” He asks.

“I’ll be fine, dear.” Says Wickerbottom. “I’ve memorized this cave’s layout.”

Wickerbottom was right, according to Wilson. She may be old, but she’s tough.

“If you insist, I suppose.” Says Wilson.

“How do we know this isn’t some trick?” Says Maxwell. “You’ve never made groups more uneven, Ms. Wickerbottom.”

Wickerbottom’s brows furrow. “I know what I’m doing, Maxwell.” She says.

“Do you?” Maxwell asks.

“Mr. Maxwell!” Says Webber. “Wouldn’t make sense to keep going forward?”

“He is right, Maxwell.” Says Wilson. “We can’t focus on arguing.”

“I’m surprised you think that, Higgsbury.” Says Maxwell.

“Oh, will you just shut up?” Says Wilson.

“See? There it is, right there.” Says Maxwell. “The blatant hypocrisy that lies deep within your soul, as usual.”

Before Wilson can quip back, Wes suddenly gets in between the men and pushes them into the path Wickerbottom assigned them. Webber quickly follows. Wickerbottom sighs as she enters her path.

—

The four Survivors walk through the straight tunnel. Wilson leads, looking at the map Wickerbottom put in his bag, while the others stay behind.

“This is a surprisingly long tunnel.” Says Wilson.

“We should meet Ms. Wickerbottom when we reach the end.” Says Webber.

“Good.” Says Wilson. “As much as my scientific brain pushes me toward our goal…” He looks back at Maxwell.

“What?” Maxwell asks.

“Why did you doubt Wickerbottom like that?” He asks, still walking. “You know she knows how to plan these things. Why doubt her?”

“I don’t have a good feeling about her.” He says, also still walking. “The same goes for our fellow cave dwellers.” He says, now looking over to Webber and Wes.

“How come?” Asks Webber.

“What Webber said, Maxwell.” Says Wilson. “How come?”

“I have a sixth sense.” Says Maxwell.

“Is that sixth sense just you thinking you’re better than her?” Wilson asks.

“No!” Says Maxwell. “There is something amiss, Higgsbury!”

Wilson sneers. “Admit it, you imbecile.” He says. “You just don’t trust a great mind when you see one.”

“Are you that distrustful of me?” Asks Maxwell.

“How can I not be?” Says Wilson. “You CONSTANTLY reminisce about the so-called 'good old days'! The days when you TORTURED US for entertainment! How can I trust you when you have shown barely an OUNCE of improvement since we partnered up!? You’ve acted the exact same since I met you!”

“Can you not bring that up?” Says Maxwell.

“Hey!” Says Webber. “We’re supposed to go this way!” He says, pointing toward a nearby tunnel.

“Why?” Says Wilson. “It happened! We all know it did!”

Maxwell pauses, unable to speak.

“See? That’s your problem!” Says Wilson. “You’re in denial!”

“So are you.” Says Maxwell.

“Hey!” Says Webber. “Look where you’re walking!”

Wilson and Maxwell look back to Wes and Webber.

As they turn, they feel themselves falling.

Slipping off of a ledge.

They both fall.

The men can see glimpses of the mime and spider child as they quickly disappear from their view.

…

“AH!”

Wilson shoots upward. He looks around.

“M-MAXWELL!!” He shouts, panicked. “Where are you!?”

Wilson tries to get up, but quickly stumbles and falls. His body hurt. He had fallen hard.

Maxwell likely had as well.

“Maxwell! MAXWELL!!” Wilson calls out.

Nothing.

“Stop playing around!” Says Wilson. “I know you’re there!”

Suddenly, grunting can be heard. Wilson turns his head to the direction of the sound.

He sees a shaky pitch black hand grab a nearby stone.

It’s Maxwell’s.

He lifts himself up. His face his beaten and bruised. He lays his head against the stone. “…Stop… yelling, Higgsbury.” Says Maxwell, weakly.

Wilson crawls over to the rock Maxwell was laying his head on. He lays his back against it. He sighs weakly.

“Say pal, you don’t look so good.” Says Maxwell.

“Don’t say that.” Says Wilson. “You don’t look good either. If not worse.”

Maxwell crawls around the stone and sits next to Wilson. “I take bigger hits than you, pal.” Says Maxwell.

“I’m aware.” Says Wilson.

“…You’re not going to try and start anything?” Asks Maxwell.

“No.” Says Wilson. “I’m too tired to try and argue with you… we’ve done enough.”

Everything then goes silent. The only sound being the weak breathing from the two men.

Until…

“…Can I talk to you?” Maxwell asks in a peculiarly genuine tone.

Wilson looks over to the magician with his brows furrowed. “…What is it?”

“I believe we never exactly… payed attention to our relationship.” Says Maxwell.

Wilson thinks about Maxwell’s words. “…We really haven’t…” He says. “We’ve been at each other’s throats for ages… while everyone else gets along with you fine.”

“That’s because they can mostly move away from their grudges.” Says Maxwell. “You- We have yet to reach a consensus.” Says Maxwell.

“We each keep starting fights with each other…” Says Wilson.

“Getting absolutely nowhere…” Says Maxwell.

“…Nowhere but the bottom of a cave…” Says Wilson.

“Bruised and battered…” Says Maxwell.

The silence returns.

…Until it’s broken again.

“…Maybe we do have a problem…” Says Wilson. “But how do we fix it?”

Maxwell turns his head over face Wilson. “…We try.”

Wilson looks at the magician surprised. “You’re not throwing a quip at me?”

“Just like you said.” Says Maxwell. “I’m too tired to try…”

He pauses.

“…And I can’t keep this game up anymore. We can’t keep this up anymore.” Maxwell continues.

“…We really can’t… we will continue to get hurt otherwise…” Says Wilson. “…Let’s say we have a truce? An actual one.”

“It’s a deal, Wilson.” Says Maxwell.

Wilson’s eyes light up a bit. “You’re not calling me 'Higgsbury'?” Wilson asks. “Isn’t that your thing?”

“You’re going to think I’m lying to you if I do.” Says Maxwell.

“…I would’ve…” Says Wilson.

“See? Now we’re getting somewhere.” Says Maxwell. “Stop being in denial.”

“You do the same.” Says Wilson. “You can’t deny that the past happened. Do what you can with your second chance.”

“I will.” Says Maxwell, a smirk appearing at the edge of lips. “Learn to be more open minded as well, you hear?”

“I will.” Wilson responds.

Suddenly, clacking and quick footsteps are heard.

“Are you two alright!?” Cries an feminine elderly voice. Wickerbottom approaches from the shadows, Wes and Webber behind her.

“We’re… decent…” Says Maxwell.

“Oh, dear… you both look horrible…” Says Wickerbottom, dismayed. “We need to get you both back to camp.” She says sternly.

“Wouldn’t you need some heavy lifters?” Asks Wilson.

“The others are near the ledge waiting for us.” Says Wickerbottom. “Wes and I will bring you to the ropes.”

Before Wilson and Maxwell can react, Wickerbottom and Wes lift the men up and carry over to handmade harnesses to carry them up the ledge. They are borg attached to their harnesses and carried up to the top of the ledge. Once they reach the top, they see to pairs holding up the harnesses, Woodie and Wolfgang carrying Wilson, and Wigfrid and Winona carrying Maxwell.

Winona catches a glimpse of Maxwell’s beaten up face as he rises above the ledge. “Oof, dang, you look awful. You okay?” She asks.

“Better than I was before.” Says Maxwell.

“That’s a start.” Says Winona.

Wilson is eventually brought and taken off the harness. He is sat down against a wall. “Science man look terrible…” Says Wolfgang, looking at Wilson’s bruised face.

“You alright, buddy?” Asks Woodie.

“I’m decent.” Says Wilson. “I could be better.”

The pairs begin treating the men’s injuries. Eventually, Wickerbottom, Wes, and Webber rise up from below.

“I deeply apologize.” Says Wickerbottom to the injured men. “I did not intend for this happen.”

“Just tell 'em our plan, grams.” Says Winona. “There ain’t much of a point keeping it from them anymore.”

“Oh, you don’t need to explain.” Says Maxwell. “I was suspecting something during our trip. I knew I felt something was going on.”

“Dang!” Says Winona. “We really can’t keep anything from you.”

Wilson then looks at Maxwell wide eyed. “You were right!” He says. “Ms. Wickerbottom! I trusted you!” He says, now looking to Wickerbottom.

“We were only trying to help you both get along.” Says Wickerbottom. “But I suppose our efforts were fruitless.”

“Oh no, they weren’t.” Says Maxwell.

“Whaddya mean?” Webber asks.

“When we were stuck down there… we realized that our fighting only put ourselves in danger.” Says Wilson. “…We’ve come to a consensus. We made a deal.”

“You won’t have to hear us bicker anymore.” Says Maxwell.

The other Survivors stare at the men. They had not expected for the odds to be in their favor after their fall. They, surprisingly, had come to consensus.

They wouldn’t fight anymore.

“Oh, my God.” Says Winona.

“'Tis unheard öf!” Says Wigfrid.

“We likely would’ve killed each other by the time you came back.” Says Wilson. “If it is truly unheard of, as you say, then why are we still here? In one piece?”

“…Ah, I see” Says Wigfrid.

“So, we won’t have to hear you spout at each other, eh?” Woodie asks.

“We pray not.” Says Maxwell.

“I believe we’re already starting on a good note, too.” Says Wilson, a smile curving up on his face.

“Hah, can’t wait to see Willow’s eyes pop out their sockets when she hears this.” Says Winona.

—

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY JUST MADE UP!?” Says Willow.

“I WOULD’VE PREFERRED THE SCENARIO WHERE THEY KILLED EACH OTHER.” Says WX.

Winona glares at WX. They notice. They fold their arms and grumble a bit.

“Odd.” Says Wendy. “It felt so unforeseen…”

“Although it felt unlikely, I suppose that is the timeline we live in.” Says Wickerbottom, looking over to the duo. The two men sit in front of the fire pit.

The two sit next to each other, mostly healed and recovered from their recent injuries. They aren’t arguing, or bickering like they had before.

It looks as if, for the first time since they had met, and banded together, they’re actually getting along.

- END -

#don’t starve #my writing #fanfic #dst wilson #dst maxwell #dst wickerbottom #dst willow #dst winona #dst wes #dst wx78 #dst wolfgang #dst wendy #dst webber #dst woodie #dst wigfrid

[extremelyputridfishbreath]

16 and 23

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

this is the best crack ship ever. its not even like adopted canon to any of my verses but i fucking love it <3 i think the idea of sambert is fucking hysterical

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

this....actually got super long, so it's under a cut.

prefacing this: despite the fact i like leaning into herbert's especially negative traits * gestures at the fact that he is a proud ex dictator, and also the fact he betrays the epf any chance he gets whenever they work together outside of the second ds game *, i am a herbert fan and not inherently against sympathetic portrayals of him. i think penguinronpa handled a more sympathetic herbert while acknowledging he's still a villain at the end of the day pretty well, and it's not like i think there's nothing sympathetic about canon herbert at all- sure, he's not a NICE guy, but it's not like he deserved to almost drown when he tipped his iceberg or anything. that was probably terrifying since he couldn't swim! plus you could read into some of his lines (one example being him blowing a gasket if the player points out his plans always fail during mission eight) as him having insecurities towards his inventions...perhaps that's why he steals gary's more reliable creations for himself and tricks him into giving him information for his own sometimes? really makes you think! (more under the cut)

that being said, i do not understand nor enjoy the trope that specifically aims to make him sympathetic through portraying the epf/psa (typically both) as big meanies who never ever try to help herbert... and i don't mean like, villainous epf aus either. i mean the actual argument some fans make that the psa/epf are horrible little demons and herbert is just a dude who was provoked. so this doesn't become a excessively long ramble, i will break down this into a few points:

Herbert constantly expresses in his first appearance on screen during Questions for a Crab and on wards that he has zero interest in negotiating with penguins. His motive is not only to warm himself, but to cause trouble for penguins while doing so- in that specific mission of course, that meant chopping down their beloved Ski Lodge and potentially other buildings had he been successful to warm himself and potentially shut them up in the process. Despite the area around his cave being teeming with trees he could chop down instead if he was really a great guy the PSA pushed too far...really makes you think!

(cont) As you can see here, the first thing Herbert thought finding out that other, non-crabby people were living on this island wasn't "Hey, maybe I should ask them for help so I can warm up, or get something to eat besides seaweed and algae after my long journey, or perhaps find out if any of them know how to go somewhere warmer than here..." but that they were annoying nuisances for the grand crime of...living on their island in a way Herbert did not like. And while he is not obligated to like noisy parties or playing in the snow like penguins did, he does not have any right to do anything about it besides asking if they could lower their volume at the most (which he also did not do). If you ask him why he doesn't just cut the many trees on the island down instead, he flat out tells you it's because he wants to do this to spite the penguins.

(cont) and while this is not a bad thing for him to do as a character, he's literally a villain so him being selfish is fine, it DOES fire a massive cannonball in this idea because how can Herbert possibly not be in the wrong when the penguins are essentially just...fighting back? How is it wrong for the PSA to go "we need to protect the island from Herbert" when he openly tells the player he is not only willing, but shows that he can keep to his word about his plans to spoil things for penguins out of pettiness? Especially since you know, the PSA literally did not personally do anything to 'bother' Herbert UNTIL he started problems for everyone. Plus, if you choose the dialogue option that tries to appeal to his better nature...

Herbert does not have any interest in working things out. While this is the most...polite reaction between this option and the other two, it's still not much of an improvement considering what he plans to do, no? 2. The PSA can't help someone they don't know about. (And other penguins thought he was a scary monster!)

Herbert was an enigma until you were able to properly analyze his fur in Mission Five, and penguins thought he was some kind of yeti-crab monster when there were sightings of him for the first time because of Klutzy hitching a ride on him. When the people who could have helped if he asked not knowing if he really existed until Secrets of the Fur, and the average penguin thinking he was a monster since he quite literally tore up the Pizza Parlor and Coffee Shop, can you seriously blame the penguins here? Or for later focusing on dealing with him since we know Herbert does not want peaceful solutions and just wants to menace penguins for annoying him?

3. It sands down all the interesting parts of Herbert.

Okay, so if the PSA and EPF are the only reasons Herbert is bad, to me at least that makes him so much less interesting. I like Herbert BECAUSE he is impulsive, petty, selfish, and overdramatic. If he is evil because Gary literally didn't know he existed for sure until the fifth mission, what is there? I like that Herbert has both a reasonable want (to be warm) that he is 100% willing to use both as a legitamate motive for his actions (building the wood chopper) and also an excuse to make penguins the collateral (cutting down their beloved buildings to shut them up). Having Herbert always be right is boring. It's fine to have messy villains, and I like my Herbert to be a Wendy's hamburger patty the frycook dropped pn the floor, overcooked, checked to make sure nobody was looking and discretely chopped it up into a damn good chilli sauce. Sure, the beef has good flavor, but the floor cleaner aftertaste makes it so...unique.

#ask meme

[artificialqueens]

📬 We've Met in the Strangest of Circumstances (Adore/Katya) - Grinder

AN: Been a long time since I contributed to a fic challenge. I agreed to this when I was drunk and in need of my favourite rare pair. Seriously, we need more Adore (RPDR S6) / Katya (RPDR S7) Instead of going for letters or chatrooms, I thought how bizarre it would be for two people to find eachother on Pictochat for the OG Nintendo DS. Anyone else remember the good old days?

Also, a huge thank you to thecollectionsof of AO3 for beta'ing this one shot! I've taken on your advice, not just for this fic but my upcoming series (which I have no idea when it'll finally be posted lol), but I really appreciate all the help!

Major trigger warning: Mentions of online predators

Adore slammed the front door as soon as she got in. She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t cry. It wasn’t allowed when you were seventeen. You just had to take whatever was thrown at you, take it in your stride, hold your head high…

Adore was a tough bitch but she was sensitive.

With her back pressed against the door, Adore stared at the floor, her bottom lip quivering.

Her mother, Bianca, poked her head out of the kitchen. “Why are you crying now?”

And this was all it took for Adore to start shouting. “I fucking hate Aja! I fucking. Hate. Her!”

Bianca rolled her eyes, making her way back into the kitchen, resuming work on spaghetti carbonara. “Girl, she was your best friend last week.” 

Adore appeared in the doorway, eyes glistening with tears and she huffily crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, I fucking mean it this time! I don’t get what the fuck her problem is. I’m not trying to get with her fucking man! Fuck, she’s one of the only people who know I like girls, Jesus Christ! So why the fuck does she think I’m trying to steal some guy from her?”

With her back to Adore, Bianca rolled her eyes, having no idea what the fuck any of this was about. She was just trying to listen to Absolute 80s and have a good time. From all the information just fired her way, all she could say was, “Language.”

“No, Mom! I’ve had it! I’m done with the bitch! I’m not fucking sitting with her on Monday!” Adore knew she sounded like a brat, but it made her feel better to vent out all these feelings.

“Adore, with all due respect, if you don’t sit with her then who will you sit with?” Bianca finally stopped chopping onions, turning to face her daughter with questioning hands. “I’m not saying it to be mean, but Aja’s the leader of your group. Think about it.”

“I don’t care, I don’t need any of those bitches.” Adore shrugged, pretending to give zero fucks, when in reality, she knew her Mom was right. The rest of the girls were loyal to Aja—Kim, Naomi, Farrah. 

All of them were so far up her ass.

"God, I can't wait for next week, when she's the greatest thing that's ever happened to you." Bianca spoke quietly, but not quietly enough. She knew, she just knew that Adore wasn't happy with that remark, just from how silent the moody teen was now. 

Bianca looked over her shoulder, trying to hold back her laughter as Adore stared daggers at her. She couldn't help it, not when she knew what it was like to be a teenager too.

She remembered all the arguments, all the bitchy fights she had with her own friend group, all the anxiety she felt knowing they could turn on each other within a second. Not like they ever needed a reason.

If teen girls wanted drama, they'd start it. 

"Okay, look, honey. I think it's about time you listened to me." Bianca stood with a hand on her hip. "I think it's about high time you realise that these bitches aren't going to be your friends forever. As soon as your school years end, oh, it's over."

Adore still wasn't amused.

"Don't give me that stanking upper lip. I'm only telling you the truth." Bianca shrugged.

"Well, what am I supposed to do with that information?" Adore huffed, going to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. And for the tiniest second, she debated slamming the door on her head repeatedly. Of course, Bianca wouldn't stop her. Fuck, she'd probably help out.

"With this information, I think you should go and find yourself a new friend. You know? Someone who shares my line of thinking preferably."

“Oh, cool, wow. And how am I going to do that, Mom?” Adore shut the door with her hip.

“You got a mouth, one that I must say you love to fuckin’ run. Use it,” Bianca smirked, scraping the onions into the frying pan.

“Yeah, but shit has changed since you were my age. You can’t just… go up to people and start talking to them. That’s weird.”

"Yeah," Bianca rolled her eyes, "to people like Aja. You need someone who will jump at the opportunity to make friends. Like, maybe the school loner."

"Mom, you're really not helping."

"Well," Bianca turned away from the sizzling onions, "You know what, Adore? I don't know what the fuck to tell you, and quite frankly, I'm tired of listening to you. Now, can I continue making dinner?"

"Whatever," Adore scoffed, leaving the room with her water bottle.

When she put her foot on the first step, Bianca called out to her once more. “It’s the weekend. Go do something fun for you and no one else.”

“You’re giving ‘Live, Laugh, Love’ vibes,” Adore whined further as she stormed up to her room.

When she closed the door behind her, she pressed her forehead to it. 

Chill out, Adore. Chill the fuck out. She knew her Mom was only trying to help. And fuck, she was right. Even when her older sister left school, her friends stopped coming around. Valentina stopped even trying with them when she finally realised school friendships were bullshit. And look at her now, studying in Chicago with a swarm of new friends.

That was all fine and dandy. Adore was happy with that. But it was only March. How could she ditch her friends when there was still so much schooling to do?

There was no way she would meet someone else, not now in her final year. In fact, if she were to drop her friend group this late into everything, then there was no hope of her making new friends. It would be the talk of the school: why was one of the popular girls no longer part of the popular clique?

Adore kicked her door before moving away from it, she heard Bianca shouting from downstairs for her to calm the fuck down and chose to ignore.

How would she quell this anger? What would be her distraction?

She looked around her bedroom—the emerald green walls, the floating bookshelves, the art case laying half opened beside her desk, the collection of records tucked in between the desk and wardrobe. 

She wasn’t feeling any of the activities that she now had plenty of time to pursue. She needed something to get all of this anger out, like beating the shit out of someone.

“Oh, shit.” Adore rushed to the bedroom door again. In the hall, she leaned over the bannister. “Mom! Do you know where my PlayStation 4 is?” When the words left her mouth, she realised how young at heart she still was. 

Bianca still cleaned her room for her. Maybe it was time to change that.

“You wanna play video games?”

“Yes! I wanna play Grand Theft Auto. Why?”

“Haha! Loser!” Her mother called from the kitchen.

Fuck you. Adore thought, wishing she could shout it right back at her mother. She stormed back to her room.

The only place that she could think Bianca would have put it was under her bed, so she got down on all fours and started her search.

There wasn’t a spec of dust—Bianca had obviously cleaned under there while she was still at school. But past all the boxes and containers, there was no sign of the PlayStation. Adore huffed, “Jesus Christ,” realising this really wasn’t her day. “Mom! I’m gonna take up smoking!”

She faintly heard her mother call back from the kitchen, “Good for you!”

Adore groaned as she pulled one of the boxes out, she knew she’d have to check inside, it was the only place that made sense to her of where the PS4 would be.

As soon as she opened it, she found that the console wasn’t in there either. Damn. She debated on whether or not she had sold or something in the last year. Surely not. She had it for less than a year.

Before she closed the box, something caught her eye.

Her very first Nintendo DS. Fuck, she hadn’t played that in years. More than 5, she was positive. She took the powder blue device into her hands, and holy fuck it was like a brick. In the port was The Sims 2. She never did defeat that robot, maybe now was the perfect time?

Adore didn’t need her friends when she had the townies of Strangetown.

She turned it on. And as if her day couldn’t get any worse, the game wasn’t reading. 

So she tried again. And… nothing.

She took the game out and blew moist air into the port, reloaded and tried again.

Nothing.

“Why. Why, God? Why do you hate me?” Adore whispered to herself.

After 5 minutes of trying again and again, and having to Google how to fix a game, Adore was done.

She knew she wasn’t supposed to, but she threw the game across the room before trying again. Of course, violence never solved anything, so that didn’t work.

Staring at the cursed home screen, she just wished The Sims 2 didn’t hate her. And that’s when her eyes landed on something else.

Pictochat.

Guilty memories flooded back to Adore, all those times she used the platform for shit that no child should have used it for. She remembered the last time she was on Pictochat, just 11 years old and drawing things she shouldn’t have even known of back then. 

She tried to tell herself not to feel bad—boys did it, she knew they did. And being a gay little 11 year old, she felt just as cool doing it too.

And now that she was 17, she still felt guilty, but at the same time…

10 minutes later, Adore was laid in bed, Pictochat open as she drew pictures in that small text box with her stylus. So many pictures of boobs. At first, it was for a laugh, finding her inner immature child absolutely hilarious. But now she was drawing all different sorts of boobs - small ones, big ones, two different sized ones.

And it wasn’t because she was being a horny teenager. She just liked drawing bodies. They were beautiful to her.

And everytime she finished a drawing, she’d hit send, just to keep a collection of them. Each time she tapped the ‘send button’, the sound that emitted from the DS’s speakers gave her goosebumps, so many memories flooding back to her.

Such as the memories of summers where she’d play hide and seek in the street with her friends, all of them using Pictochat to send out hints to hiding spots. She smiled, now missing that group of friends. How had it been so long since she last thought of them?

Okay, her mother was right. She’d get over Aja and her clique.he’d forget about them, and life would be fine.

“Nice wrack, girl,” Adore commented as she finished another masterpiece.

She moved the stylus to the ‘send’ button.

And before she hit it, there came another sound.

Someone arriving.

A notification.

Now entering A: Bright Red.

Adore’s eyes were wide. What? Who is this?

And then it hit her. She had sent the image just as this person entered.

“Fuck! Shit!” Adore yelled, sitting up straight in her bed. 

All she had to do was close the DS, turn it the fuck off and get the fuck out of there. But what would be the point? Her art was out there now, available for this new person to see.

Her hands shook as she waited for some sort of response.

Bright Red: Nice tits!

Adore’s eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat.

Her green eyes shot to her bedroom window, now so paranoid. Where was this person? Could they see her?

With shaking hands, she wrote in the text box, “what…are you…doing…here…pedo?”

Because that was what was happening here, right? Some pervert chancing their luck at talking to a minor on one of the oldest forms of chat she had ever known.

Thinking back over this thought, she realised how stupid that sounded. If anyone was going to search for victims, Pictochat was the last place they’d try.

If anyone was the pervert here, it was Adore herself. 

Bright Red: I could ask you the same thing…

AD0REG0MEZ: i dunno. bored i guess

Bright Red: I mean, I was coming to draw boobs too but guess you beat me to it lol

Adore didn’t know what to say to that. Not like she could judge the person now. She noted how they didn’t scribble their messages out, always taking time to type it out instead. And she didn’t know why, but it made her do the same. She tapped away on the keyboard, trying to work out what to say next. But she’d erase everyone.

Who are—

Are you sure ur not—

Whats ur na—

Before she could come up with anything…

Bright Red: What about you? Are you a pedo?

AD0REG0MEZ: Hell no!!

Bright Red: …You see how this looks though?

AD0REG0MEZ: who are you? fucking chris hansen??

Bright Red: You’re not helping your case :/

Adore huffed, biting her bottom lip, before furiously scribbling again.

AD0REG0MEZ: Look! I’ve had a really hard day! I came here to live nostalgically and forget that my friends are fucking assholes. Now can I just get back to that??

There was another moment of silence before Bright Red even replied. While she waited, Adore played with her bottom lip, cursing herself for getting so open with this person. Not because she sounded whiny. But, if this was really a pervert, wouldn’t they just use that against her in some way?

Just as she was about to close the DS down, the reply came.

Bright Red: Well… there are other rooms…

AD0REG0MEZ: I got here first.

Bright Red: Fair enough. I’ll move to B. Bye, boobie bitch! I’m going to draw porn in peace now!

AD0REG0MEZ: WAIT

She had no idea why she said it. Like, why did she care what this person said?

Bright Red: I’m waiting…

So was Adore. She waited for her brain to give herself a response. 

That’s when she heard Bianca calling.

“Hey, no-pals! Dinner!” She called.

“Shit,” Adore whispered. She scribbled in the text box once more.

AD0REG0MEZ: Dinner. I’ll be on in 20 probs

Bright Red: Is that an invite to stay online?

AD0REG0MEZ: I dunno. If you want. Sure.

Bright Red: I wonder how many cigarettes I’ll get through before you come back… 5…? 10…? The world will never know. Ah well, I’m drawing big titty hot women in chainmail underwear with navel piercings, holding knives and flipping the camera off. Very threatening. Very sexy. Thanks for listening.

Again, Adore had no idea of what to say to that. Oddly specific… kind of creepy. But she typed her goodbye and closed the screen.

“Adore! Dinner!” Bianca called again.

“I’m coming!” Adore yelled with the same amount of anger. She launched herself out of the bed. As she was walking by the window, she glanced out.

And she paused.

What was in the air that told her to stop and look? Fate, maybe.

Because there, sitting outside the house across the street, chilling out on the fence was a teenage girl.

In her mouth, a half-smoked cigarette.

In her hands, a red DS Lite.

Adore’s eyes widened, mouth hanging open.

Bright Red was no pervert, just another bored teenager like her. She had short blonde hair and bangs, bright red lipstick on her lips (maybe the source of the username), and, totally inappropriate for this climate, a black and grey turtleneck dress.

Of course she lived close by. How could Adore forget that Pictochat only worked when in close vicinity of someone else?

Adore stared, totally mesmerised by the girl as she puffed away on her cigarette, the stylus in her hand scribbling away at the screen. She found herself tempted to back on and see if the girl had sent anything yet. But there was something about just watching her, how Bright Red took the cigarette from her mouth, breathing a cloud of smoke out, how she stuck her tongue out through her lips, as if in deep concentration. 

Adore was hypnotised.

“Katya! Can you help me unpack these plates?” A voice called from the same direction.

Katya. Her name is Katya. That brought a smile to Adore’s face.

The girl broke her focus, rolling her eyes as she climbed down from the fence and threw the cigarette out onto the road. “Okay! Give me 5, Mom! I’m drawing erotic art again!”

Adore giggled. Katya had the same bond with her mother that she had with Bianca. Like they were best friends rather than parent and child.

Speaking of parent—

“ADORE!”

The girl came out of her trance, rolling her eyes, “Mom! This is why Dad fucking left you!”

She rushed downstairs, already seeing Bianca tucking into the meal.

“No! Your Dad left ‘cause I made him leave.” She blew on the hot pasta before shoving it in her mouth.

“Fuck yeah, Mom,” Adore sat at the table, tucking into the creamy heaven that was Spaghetti Carbonara. No one made it like Bianca did. It was a fact.

“How's the smoking going?” Bianca asked, dabbing away a bit of sauce at the corner of her mouth.

Adore smiled, “Excellent.” Just at the mention of the jokey remark, she was reminded of the girl she had just seen outside. Katya.

“Okay, for real, you know me, honey. I’m pretty easy going with you. But if I ever find out you’ve smoked, I’ll happily buy you a pack—”

“Okay, and the catch…?”

“And you’ll stand there,” Bianca pointed beside the table, “and smoke the whole thing, one after the other. I don’t care if you throw up; you’ll not stop until it’s done.”

“Mom,” Adore looked away from the pasta, smiling sweetly, “I promise you I will never touch a cigarette.” …Ever again.

“That’s my girl,” Bianca returned the smile. “Anyway, find the PS4?”

“Nope. But, I’ve been talking to someone.” Adore took another bite of her dinner. Fuck, it was outstanding.

“Great, honey! Who?”

Adore was ready to say the name. But she stopped herself, deciding to bother her Mother instead. “I don’t know. Someone online. I don’t know who they are, but they said I have nice boobs.”

“Adore.” Bianca almost dropped her fork.

“I’m kidding,” she met her mother’s worried gaze, a smirk on the corner of her lips.

“Again, I’m easy going with you. But don’t go talking to strangers online.” 

“Yeah, it was a joke.”

“You remember that time Valentina had that boyfriend?” Bianca pointed her fork at her daughter. “I mean, it could have been worse. At least he was just a scammer and not a pervert. Fuck, you remember how much money I almost lost?”

Adore laughed, knowing she shouldn’t have said it that way. But, fuck, how she loved to tease her mom. “I know. I know. I was just fucking with you—”

“Language.”

“It’s the fucking girl across the street. We’re talking on Pictochat.” Even saying that out loud, Adore knew how far-fetched it sounded.

Bianca had no idea what the fuck a Pictochat was, but she nodded. “Are you sure?” Her brows furrowed.

“Positive.”

“Oh! Well, that’s good then!” Bianca went back to twirling pasta around her fork. “They just moved in the other day too. Maybe you can be her first friend. Or, even better! What if she goes to your school?”

Adore shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, we haven’t talked a lot yet. I guess we just gotta see where it goes.”

The rest of dinner time, Bianca rambled about things like work, how her manager kept hinting that she was possibly in line for a promotion. And then about Valentina, what she did this week in the beautiful city of Chicago.

But all Adore could think about was Katya. What were the chances that Pictochat of all the platforms introduced them? Did Pictochat even count as a platform? This would certainly be a story for the kids.

Girl… it’s a bit early to be thinking about shit like that. Actually, why are you even thinking about it in the first place?

After eating, Adore kissed Bianca on the head, thanking her for the fantastic dinner. Once again, she proved she could defeat Gordon Ramsay in a cook-off. 

She rushed through the dishes, anticipation coursing through her in the hopes Katya was still online.

“How do you know it’s the girl across the street anyway?” Bianca asked, joining her as she picked up a plate to dry.

“I saw her.” Adore scrubbed at the frying pan.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. She looks like she’s my age. She’s… kinda pretty,” Adore shrugged as if it was nothing.

“Pretty, you say?” Bianca raised a brow.

“Yeah. Not like… pretty like Farrah. She’s,” Adore paused, trying to think of how to phrase it. “She’s art pretty.”

Yeah… art pretty.

Katya was art pretty.

-_-_-_-

As soon as Adore hit her room, she looked out the window. Katya was still inside, and that made her stomach twist.

She hopped on her bed, flipping up the screen of her DS and logging into Pictochat faster than she ever had.

And her nerves settled instantly.

Chat Room A: 1/16.

Someone was in there. And it had to be Katya.

And entering the chat, she was right.

Bright Red: Oh, you’re back!

AD0REG0MEZ: fuck yeah!

Bright Red: Alright Mr Pervert. Are you ready to prove to me you’re not a perv?

AD0REG0MEZ: You live across the street from me. I saw you

Bright Red: …well that’s unnerving…

AD0REG0MEZ: you have blonde hair, you’re wearing red lipstick, and fuck, for warm weather, you’re wearing a fucking turtle neck. Why??

Bright Red: OK…what next? What color underwear am I wearing??

Adore’s belly fluttered, just thinking about it. Stop being a fucking perv’, bitch.

AD0REG0MEZ: I don’t know what colour undies you got. But I saw you outside earlier. You have a red DS. You were smoking. How does your Mom let you smoke? My Mom just threatened to make me smoke a whole pack!

Bright Red: Ah, I see. Your Mother has sense. Mine used to worry about me a lot… But, you know… I just kept breaking the rules… So she’s kinda given up. I feel bad ‘cause she does love me… and I love her… But I’ve been a brat, I’ll admit it.

Bright Red: Oh, wow. Sorry that was alot. Like, Motherrrr…I’ve been venting to strangers I’ve never ever met before agaaaaaiiin.

Adore giggled, biting her lip.

AD0REG0MEZ: It’s fine. I don’t mind.

Bright Red: Serious question though. I’m guessing ‘Gomez’ actually isn’t your surname…

AD0REG0MEZ: No. How’d you know?

Bright Red: Well, your user…

User? Adore’s brows furrowed for a moment before it all came back to her. She clicked on her name, which popped up a window.

xoxox Selena Gomez has my heart xoxox

The girl immediately cringed. How the fuck do you even change your bio?

Clicking out of it, she typed.

AD0REG0MEZ: Ah, I see

And curiosity took over. She clicked into Katya’s.

You may say that I’m a dreamer…but I’m not the only whore in this world with an obsession for Kate Bush and babooshkas…is this a problem? ~ John Lennon

There was a smile on Adore’s face, just for a moment, before Katya’s next message popped up.

Bright Red: But I must ask… if you could see me… then, maybe I can see you?

And the smile disappeared. Fuck.

AD0REG0MEZ: As in you wanna see me? Right now?

Bright Red: Yes. Just so I know you’re not some dirty old man. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Adore was already on her feet, the DS still in her hands. One part of her was apprehensive, the other excited. Her green eyes met her full length mirror, taking in her reflection. Fuck, she looked rough—her makeup was expired from the long school day, her hair was scruffed up at the top, and a heavy hoodie hid her body.

“Okay,” Adore spoke in a shaking voice. She pulled the hoodie up over her head and tossed it to the other side of the room. Her hands attacked her black hair, combing her fingers through the tangled locks, getting caught in knots. “Fuck sake!” She cursed. Where was that damn hair brush?

Ah yes, across the room, on her desk, past the window.

Her half assed attempt at fixing her appearance would have to do. All she could do was hope her makeup wouldn’t look that bad from afar.

Breathing out a puff of air, she took a brave step towards the window. And then another. And another.

And when she was standing before the glass panel, she looked across the road.

There was Katya, in one of the top windows, DS also in hand. She looked right back, a smile appearing on her face.

This relaxed Adore, especially as the blonde lifted a hand and waved. 

She waved back with her free hand, completely at ease now.

Katya lowered to the ground, but her head was still level with the window.

Oh, shit we’re doing this now. Adore reciprocated, sitting on her floor, making sure she could still see Katya.

The girl across the way looked down.

That familiar ping came through the game console, and Adore looked down at the screen.

Bright Red: Cute! Muse material!

AD0REG0MEZ: Oh! An artist too?

Bright Red: Honey, I’ve been drawing porn on here. Of course, I’m an artist

AD0REG0MEZ: Haha

AD0REG0MEZ: Well, I’d happily be your muse anyday

Bright Red: Does that mean you’re willing to hang out someday?

The dark haired girl’s stomach flipped. In all her gay years, she had never dated anyone, and the thought of that changing now made her nervous. Like, what if she wasn’t enough? What if she wasn’t what Katya expected?

Then again, who said anything about dating?

Ignoring her panicked thoughts, she typed.

AD0REG0MEZ: Sure! Sounds fun!

Bright Red: Excellent. Coffee date tomorrow?

Date? Date? “Jesus Christ,” Adore’s stomach fluttered as her panic returned. “It’s Okay, calm down. It’s normal to feel this way. She’s pretty, and she’s cool. Just say yes.” Her words still made all the nerves inside her go crazy. 

She lifted her gaze to see Katya looking back over, holding up a record. Kate Bush.

Then, another pinging.

Bright Red: Or we can hang out here, listen to music and draw. I’d love to draw you. Not naked though.

It brought a smile to Adore’s face, some of the nervous energy simmering away. “Katya, you are a weirdo.”

And she typed.

AD0REG0MEZ: Sure. 

And then…

AD0REG0MEZ: It’s a date

And she hit send.

No turning back now.

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #katya zamolodchikova #adore x katya #bianca del rio #fluff #lesbian au #high school au #fic challenge #pen pals #grinder #tw mentions of online predators

[true-blue-sonic]

What do you think of Silver’s social skills? It’s assumed he doesn’t know how to interact with others because there were no people in his bad future but he actually mentions other people pointing him to the flames in Sonic 06 even if we don’t see them.

I feel that Silver's "poor" social skills can be traced back to his black-and-white mindset and clear-cut honest directness. Starting with whether there were people around: indeed, even if we do not see them in '06, Silver himself mentions in his intro cutscene that there are other people. He furthermore says he talks to them, where I would even say it can be taken as if he's almost badgering them for more information ("How did this happen? No-one will answer me directly. But they always point... to the flames." With 'always', he could just mean every person he asks, but it can also be that he asks the same persons repeatedly and that is their response every time.). And bios state he accepted Blaze for who she was while other people were teasing her for her flames, though the canonicity of the bios is a bit shaky since various ones contain information proven false by the game itself. As for after '06 erased itself from the timeline, we move to Rivals 1, where Eggman Nega is implied to have stolen the camera from someone else (also this information can potentially be contradicted by Silver calling it "his [Eggman Nega's] camera, though). That would indicate that also that future is not an empty one people-wise. Rivals 2 seems to have a bad future that got undone through stopping the release of the Ifrit ("I hope the new future is a happy one." says Silver at the end of the game), which moves to Colours DS where he says everybody's got a smile. So, good future or bad, Silver's era is not a people-devoid wasteland, I think we can safely conclude!

And then secondly, I think Silver's social skills are poor because of the honesty that I've mentioned before. For example, in his Sonic Channel story (not the Isekai, those before that), he travels to Soleanna to warn the officials there that a giant bridge is about to collapse... using as argument that he knows that because he is from the future, thus making nobody believe him. He's right, of course! But his honesty gets him into trouble in the way that nobody sees he's speaking the truth, because the truth is just so unbelievably. Similarly, in Rivals 2, Knuckles mocks him for thinking the Chao can help stop the destruction of the world, which makes Silver lose his temper. And also there, he is right... but in an unbelievable way for anyone locked out of the loop, and thus he is not listened to. At least in TSR everyone immediately accepts Silver's statements that Eggman and Dodon Pa are working together, but honestly, considering everything Eggman has pulled over the years it'd be strange if they suddenly trusted this time he was playing nice, haha.

I have not played '06 myself (I should look into downloading P-06 on my laptop), but if I am not mistaken, Silver goes around there asking people in the past about the Iblis Trigger. Thus, he is clearly not afraid to go up to others and ask them for information. But I believe not many people are able to help him? So generally, I think Silver's social skills can come off poorly because of his honesty, which can work against him in situations where being more vague would have been better (e.g. telling the officials that people are worried about the bridge stability, or that he's gone there and it seems as if it'll break, or something like that). Similarly, especially in the Rivals games, any slight against his mission and questioning/mocking of what he says tends to make him angry, which also does not further communication. But it does not seem as if he cannot interact with people at all: he's not afraid to go up to others in '06 and the Rivals games (he got the jump on Espio there too, lol) and ask them for things or information that will bring him further along with his mission. And in Colours DS, Generations, Forces, and TSR he's plenty amiable towards Sonic and co., who also similarly treat him as someone they like having around and someone who is worth listening to. So interacting with people is not the issue, it's his honesty that's getting him into trouble and makes it difficult for Silver to get people to listen to him, I think. But it seems that once people get to know him better, they learn he always tells the truth, so that makes it easier for them to listen.

#silver the hedgehog #sonic 06 #sonic rivals #sonic channel #silver character analysis #might as well make that a tag so I can find my fucken posts again #I tend to refer to ones I wrote earlier but then they disappear into the void that is Tumblr and I only ever see them again if people- #-give them a like lol

[hekate1308]

Prompt: “What are you doing? ”

Fandom: Lewis

Rating: G

Pairings: Gen

Now, it might easily have been said that Robbie was used to partners who didn’t properly take care of themselves. Just think of DCI Morse – brilliant, of course, but that hadn’t kept him from drinking himself to death. There were times he still thought he should have tried harder to help him, just like he should have tried harder to keep Val from going to London that day…

But all of that was beside the point. Right now, he was worried about James. That in itself was nothing new either – the DS had shown early on that he could be just as morose and stubborn as Morse, if not more so (sometimes, Robbie wondered what it said about him that he seemed to work best with people like those two), and it probably shouldn’t have surprised him to find him all but hanging in his chair one morning. It didn’t take a genius to see that the man should have stayed home – he could barely sit upright, for God’s sake.

“What are you doing?”  he asked.

James blinked up at him. At least he seemed to still recognize him, which was all things considered a small favour, but still. “The report on the –“

“I meant here” he clarified, because if there was another thing James had in common with Morse, it was that he could be incredibly obtuse when it came to things he didn’t want to hear.

“My job” he then said stubbornly even as he had to sneeze immediately afterwards, which then ended in a series of cough.

Good Lord, even if he hadn’t wanted to send him home for his sake alone, Robbie couldn’t allow him to stay for their colleagues’ sake. “Doesn’t seem to me like you’re fit for work.”

And then, James looked at him and announced, in a voice that brooked no argument, much like Morse would have done, “I. Am. Fine.”

“You’re very much not, and we both know it” he said, in the same voice he had used on the kiddies during their teenage years. “Let’s go, then.”

“Where? Do we have a case?”

His mind was clearly wandering, Robbie thought. “Just come with me.”

James at least trusted him enough to follow him out of the station and allow himself to be steered into Robbie’s car. On the  way out, he waved to Laura; undoubtedly, she’d guess what was going on and let Innocent know, should the question arise.

By the time he’d pulled out of the parking lot, James had dozed off, so that he could bring him to his place without any arguments, although he didn’t think his sergeant would have been in any shape to convince him that he didn’t need help. From what Robbie could tell, he wasn’t burning up, just needed a lot of rest and water, and perhaps an aspirin or two; he should be able to provide him with that much, at least. If push came to shove, he could always call Lynn; she’d know what to do.

Rousing James when they came home was a bit more complicated than simply shaking his shoulder and telling him to get out, but he managed. Dear Lord, he’d already carried him out of a burning house, he could manage to wrestle him out of the car and into the guest room.

He then called into work, but just as he had foreseen, Laura had already warned their boss, and Innocent only sighed and said “Make sure he survives, at least. You know how complicated it would be to break in a new sergeant”.

He didn’t know if he should be more worried about the fact that she’d apparently assumed he’d stay with James for the rest of the afternoon (which he had but that was beside the point) or that she seemingly already had plans for what would happen if James died, but really, he had better things to do at the moment.

He managed to coax James awake for long enough to take two aspirin and down a glass of water, which was honestly already more than he had expected. At least he seemed to settle into a somewhat comfortable sleep afterwards.

Robbie repaired to his kitchen to put the kettle on.

The trouble was that he had seen all of this before. No, James didn’t drink – well, not too much. Not yet.

But Robbie had seen what this kind of neglect towards one self and one’s health could lead to.

And if there was one thing he would make blood sure, it was that James didn’t go down that path.

So if he had to keep him here until he got healthy again, he would.

He quickly went through his fridge. He had never been the best cook, but he supposed he could do some soup.

Better than nothing, at any rate.

Just like him looking after James.

#fictober22 #my writings #lewis #robbie lewis #james hathaway #british detectives

[ask-sad-ghost-piett]

Posthumous Admiral's Log - Entry 44

I have recruited Needa for the operation to burn the Millennium Falcon. He is a logical partner for this mission. That ship caused both of us a great deal of grief. In his case, it also cost his airway. So, it makes sense that we should be the ghosts to destroy it.

There is, however, a slight problem. We are having a difficult time gathering enough flammable supplies to burn the ship. Presently, we have only accumulated a small number of matches and a few cans of Corellian kerosene, scarcely enough to destroy the entire vessel.

I asked my mother for assistance to no avail. While she did agree to summon us to the living realm, she says I shall have to find my own flammable supplies. She says that she won’t be sending me any more offerings for the next three months because I neglected her séance calls and refused to join the Sith Eternal Fleet. It seems this is her way of grounding me at the age of 43.

Needa has been trying to gather supplies from his cousin, who happens to be his only living relative. However, said cousin is terrified of ghosts. So, it’s been complicated.

I believe Max may have kept some flammable supplies in his AT-ATs. However, I do not know where they are. The storage area of the AT-ATs is quite disorganized, and the shelves are much too high for me to reach. Obviously, I can’t ask Max for assistance because that would ruin the belated birthday surprise.

Needa suggested that we ask Jerjerrod for help. The DS-II apparently had an incineration suite. The suite was mainly used by the Emperor to make his favorite morning snack of charred Coruscanti bagels. However, the incinerators are large enough to fit a small cruiser. I do not know why the Emperor desired to make such large quantities of bagels. (I suppose I could ask Lord Vader, but I think this may be one of those things that I am better off not knowing.)

“I believe he’d be well-suited for our team, Firmus,” Needa told me. “Strictly speaking, Jerjerrod’s life was also ruined and ultimately lost by the Millennium Falcon. I believe it was the ship that dealt the fatal blow to the DS-II’s main reactor.”

I tried to explain to him that because of our last argument, Jerjerrod and I unfortunately cannot have friendly contact with each other anymore. I even showed him the COMPNOR guidelines dictating this rule. However, Needa refused to listen.

“Frankly, I’ve always found the COMPNOR guidelines on interpersonal relationships to be rather immature,” he said. “They were well-intentioned, but I don’t see why two grown men shouldn’t be able to recover their friendship after a minor disagreement. If we allow ourselves to be divided over such petty things, we’re only making things easier for the Rebels.”

Needless to say, I was very scandalized to hear this. Needa then went on to utter more absurdities.

“Looking back at what happened between you and dear Tiaan, I doubt you even meant to snap at him to begin with. You’ve been under a great deal of stress lately. It’s only natural that you’d lash out. For instance, see what happened between Lord Vader and I. For a long time, I was very upset that he choked me despite my apology, but after reflecting on it more, I realized the murder really had nothing to do with me. Lord Vader was simply stressed due to the hunt for Skywalker and happened to lash out at me. If I can forgive Lord Vader for this incident, I’m sure you and Jerjerrod can get back on good terms.”

At this point, it became clear to me that Needa was experiencing a bout of post-mortem insanity. So, I politely excused myself to my pocket dimension. I hope he will recover his common sense soon. It will be difficult to successfully burn the Millennium Falcon if I am to work with a madman.

- Admiral Piett

#admiral piett #captain needa #moff jerjerrod #posthumous log #needa tries to get grown men to stop behaving like petty five-year-olds and gets accused of treason

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #056

Are you a leader or follower? Definitely more of a follower, but one that will try to lead if it's for the better or cruel leadership exists and needs to go. How many times have you actually been in love? Twice. Where do you get your pizza? It's usually either Little Caesar's or Domino's. Do you own a Nintendo DS? If so, what games do you have? Yeah; I have Nintendogs, two Pokemon games, Cooking Mama, and uhhh oh yeah Guitar Hero. Maybe another or two, but I'm not sure. I like never use it. If you have a Facebook, is yours privatized? Why or why not? Yes, because I don't want to share my life with everyone.

Can kittens ever be ugly? Honestly, no lmao. I fucking love kittens. One of my favorite baby animals. Can you count to three in German? I can count thousands past that, but for the curious it's eins, zwei, drei. What foods do you always put salt on? Popcorn is one. Are you good at holding back your laughter if needed? NO. Is anyone you know really religious? I live in the Bible Belt, buddy. Have you ever owned a garden? I know Mom had two over the course of living in my childhood home. Anyone’s birthday coming up soon? Girt's is in a month. (: Would you ever wear fake eyelashes? Possibly for my wedding, but idk. Have you ever seen a walrus? Possibly at SeaWorld as a kid, idr. Are you more worried about marriage or a career? A career. I'm going nowhere fast in terms of making money... If you had a tiny scar on your face, would you get it removed or just keep it? Keep it; like I'm not saying I WANT one, but usually facial scars look cool to me. Especially those that go through your eye(brow). Has there ever been a murder in your town? I bet my fucking life on hundreds. This place SUCKS. Last thing you and your ex boyfriend/girlfriend talked about? Sara asked if I knew if Tez was okay for leaving the group chat. I lied and told her I didn't know. I still wonder if I went about doing that whole split in the right way... Have you ever donated blood? Yes, in high school. Have you ever been called prince/princess? Yup and I nearly vomited lmao How important do you consider your pets, if you have any? I fucking ADORE my pets. They're my goddamn children and I will hear no arguments about it. I really wish I had more. Do you always flush? ... There are people who don't?????????? Like dude it is THE MOST common decency to flush a fuckin toilet after you use it. Have you ever swam in an actual LAKE? Yep yep. There was one that we went to pretty far away while visiting friends that was SO CLEAR and it was absolutely magical to swim in. It was cool, the little fish near the bank were so chill and unbothered, too. I'd absolutely love to go back. Do you have a friend called Nadine? No, but I love that name. Do you like America’s Next Top Model? Omg I remember WAY back when when my mom and I were actually into this show together and would watch it. That was way back when I was a teen, though. I kinda lost all respect for the show when I learned about them using tarantulas as props one season, I'm talking about on their faces and all. DO NOT fucking do that. One, the urticating hairs will fuck up your face and its orifices. More importantly though, that is a MASSIVE falling hazard and a tarantula's abdomen would 100% rupture from that high up if it did. And there's no fixing that. I fucking hate when people lose respect for animals in the name of fashion or whatever. What type is your antivirus? Norton. If you were given a chance, would you like to have a different life? I think if I was really presented with the option, I'd ultimately decline. What was the best thing you were given? Honestly? My mother. I could have been born to billions of other women and yet I got her, and she's the primary reason I am still alive. What would you want to say to your latest ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend? That I only did what I thought was right and that I hope she succeeds in life. Also that I will always cherish what we once - emphasis on once - had. Do you have any phobias? Lots: parasites (especially internal), pregnancy, vomiting/vomit itself, whale sharks and deep water, heights, maggots and similar larvae, driving, some insects, crowds, general social phobias, body horror, etc. I'm scared of a lot, honestly. Did you try to change for a person? Yep. Have you ever done something bad, but you don’t regret it? Yes. Do you like getting hurt? Uh no, masochism ain't for me. Does anyone hate you? She probably does. Name your last ex-boyfriend/ex-girlfriend. Sara. What are the last two songs you listened to? "Ausländer" and "Eifersucht," both by Rammstein. Shocker. If you could punch anyone in the face right now, who would you punch? On god my pacifistic ass would take up the chance to deck my uncle in the fuckin jaw. Filthy fuckin slug of a human being. Would you date/hook up with your brother’s best friend? I know literally none of my brothers friends, and even if I did, most likely not. Are you afraid of roller coasters? Yes, very. Do you have a nickname that you don’t enjoy? Ummm I don't think so. Do you know a James? I don't think so. Are you afraid of worms? Eh, I guess kinda? Parasitic worms fucking terrify me, but your average earthworm is mostly whatever. Those giant ones though creep me out. I also don't really like touching any. Do you wear rings on your thumb? I used to on my left hand, but I haven't since I cut Sara out of my life. I took my friendship ring with her off. Do you like BBQ sauce? I hate it. Have you ever been caught cheating on a test? No, because I never cheated on those. How many Spencers do you know? One. I used to take pictures of his family a lot. Do you see more of your mom's or dad’s side of the family more? Mom's. I've seen Dad's family like... once in my whole life. Do alligators scare you? No, I love crocodilians. I mean I'm not gonna go near one or tease it or anything, but they don't scare me. I think they're incredible. Have you ever seen a tadpole? I've seen literally thousands upon thousands. My sister, childhood friend, and I actually saved a shitload in a ditch when it was drying up. I COULD NOT FUCKING BELIEVE how many eggs there were, like we didn't even make a dent in the population of that mass. I also used to like catching them on the banks of rivers when I'd go fishing as a kid, usually with just my hands. Don't terrorize local wildlife please, ha ha. Did you ever want a pet rabbit? I sure did; I was crazy about lop-eared rabbits for a while and very nearly got one years ago. I wouldn't get one now, though; it's not the kind of pet I do best taking care of. When was the last time you spoke in front of a large group of people? A LARGE group, uhhhh probably not since I did my senior project presentation in high school. I visited the special ed class to teach them about snakes and their misconceptions versus the reality of them. I was a nervous fucking wreck but honestly did pretty well, and I deeply cherish the memory and how into it the kids were, especially this one darling boy. When you were a kid did you ever look up “sex” in the dictionary? No, actually. I never knew what it was 'til sex ed in the 5th grade and know I didn't care enough to search it in the dictionary after... Honestly, have you ever said a racist joke? I know I haven't because I would have been disgusted in myself. Those aren't funny, and you just don't perpetuate shit like that. Have you ever fallen asleep with the last person you kissed? Yeah, many times. Have you ever kissed underwater? I'm pretty sure I have before. Did your mother change her maiden name when/if she got marred? She did. Do you use Tik Tok? No. What decorations do you have in your bathroom? We only have like three little plants on the sink. What was the last thing you cooked in an oven? I don't really touch the oven, it scares me. What year was your favourite band formed? Ozzy went solo in 1979, and Rammstein formed in 1994. Outside of blood family, who was the last person you hugged? My boyfriend. ^Any idea what that person is doing at this moment? I can tell via the Battle.net app that he's playing the WotLK Classic version of World of Warcraft. He's gotten into that version since that's when he started playing the game way back in the day and it's got him nostalgic, ha ha. Has anyone ever done a sketch or painting of you? I don't think so. Would you rather go to Greece or Hawaii? Greece. Do you believe in the concept of global warming? No shit I do. I know how to observe cause and effect. When was the last time you took a picture of something and was it yourself? I took some photos of a crape myrtle branch in my backyard about a week ago. What would you consider your favorite movie of all-time? The Lion King. Does it bother you when you wear the same thing as someone else? Not at all, no. Are any of your neighbors’ yards in desperate need of a grass cutting? No, pretty much everyone's looks the same. Do you still have your tonsils? Yes. Is there anything you hate about going on vacation? I get VERY stressed out packing. Does more than one person like you? Not that I know of. Could you ever be friends with somebody who was homophobic? No. Absolutely never again. Are you someone who enjoys stand-up comedy? Yeah. If someone offered you an all-expenses paid trip to one European country, where would you go and why? Germany, because I love the language, the culture, I'd like to try some foods, etc. Jello or pudding? Chocolate pudding. I haven't had jello in a long time, but I used to like some; nowadays though I kind of feel like the texture might bother me. Have you ever taken sleeping pills? Yes, but they don't really work for me. Do you think French kissing is gross? I mean, from a hygienic perspective, I don't think a valid argument against that is possible. However, let's just be real here, there are WAY grosser things you could do, and besides, by simply existing we're constantly fighting germs so whatever. Can your significant other/crush cook? Two things, ha ha. He's got me beat, though. What was you dream job when you were a little kid? What happened to that dream? Paleontologist; I'm unwilling to travel so much and I also can't tolerate the heat. What types of magazines do you read? I don't really willingly read any, but if I'm like sitting in a waiting room with magazines to pick from, I'll pick ones that deal with animals and nature. What was the last video game that you played? Girt and I started Heavy Rain a few days ago. What genre of video games do you enjoy the most? Horror. Are you a slut? I'm quite the opposite. Do you find piercings attractive? Usually, yes. What's your favorite number? I don't have a strong connection to any number, but ig if I had to pick it'd be 666 just because it genuinely does humor the hell outta me how a number can offend religious folk lmao. Do you ever hate yourself? Always. Have you ever had a crush on someone of the same gender as you? I know with certainty I've had a crush on three different women, each to varying degrees. Who’s the last person to see you in your underwear? My mom. What are your plans for tomorrow? Spend the day with Girt; it'll be our anniversary. We don't have any extravagant plans, just gonna chill at the house I think. What are you currently listening to? I'm watching Super Best Friends Play do a LP of God of War. Last thing to make you smile? Oh my FUCKING god I was losing my absolute mind watching Game Grumps play this AWWWWWWWWWWWFUL animal-based soccer-playing game last night. I can't remember what it was called, but oh my god the voice acting and animation are HYSTERICAL. The boys were going absolutely berserk laughing too, and Arin's cackle ALWAYS makes me laugh too. I was literally in tears trying to stifle my laughter to not wake Mom up, ha ha. Do you live with your mom and dad? Just my mom; my parents divorced when I was a teenager. [TW: SUICIDE] Have you ever written or received a suicide note? Ugh, I've written one and fucking hate admitting it and knowing it ever existed. Do you have the same color hair as your siblings? My immediate sisters, yes. Maybe my brother, but I'm actually unsure since his head is almost entirely shaven. Katie and Misty have black hair. I don't know about Tiffany. Do you have the same color eyes as your siblings? No, except I think my half-brother. Pretty sure his eyes are a light blue.

#survey #surveys #random questions #random surveys

[aerodaltonimperial]

One of the things this fic is forcing me to work through is the attitudes towards queer individuals in the Chrono Trigger/Cross worlds, which is really interesting but also really sparse? The entire series is pretty painfully hetero-focused, which is not a surprise given the era and country it came from, but it also means we have very little to go off of, and what we DO see is very, very gender role-dominated, straight-assuming cultures.

There are two exceptions to this, and the first is Ayla. There's only one reference to queerness at all with Ayla, and it is, obviously, right when the party encounters her, but overall she provides one of the games few female warriors that break the gender norms most everyone else conforms to (note that there are no female sword-wielders in Trigger, and all the soldiers are male - can we attribute this to the re-using of sprites? Yes, of course, but that's what we have to go off!). The elders are all male, the mayors are all male. Even Leene, who gets a fair amount of attention, has a husband ruling as king. Queen Zeal would be something of an exception, but everything about her rule and character is negative and thus not an example of a good, strong female ruler. Ayla breaks this rule! ...while commenting on it the entire time about how oh, wow, a woman is chief. The game does not let it go without comment. Even Ayla comments on it.

But the queerness comes in when you encounter her for the first time, and we can extrapolate things based off the party's reactions. (In the original translation, this whole interaction disappears and Ayla "respects" both men and women. But in the DS, we get a much more exciting conversation.) When Ayla says "men, women - both like!" Lucca responds with a fumbling argument about how she's not...well, we don't get the rest, but we can fill in the blanks. This reaction is immediately negative, even if not necessarily trying to be. It's also worth nothing that the game plays this whole thing as a bit of a joke, which adds to the insult a bit.

The only other clue we get is Flea, and while this one is more about gender than sexuality, Flea pretty clearly is presented as either transgender or genderqueer. The game doesn't go so far as to give pronouns, but Flea says himself that he is a man despite appearances that the party uses to assume otherwise. (Personally, I lean towards genderqueer as a headcanon and use they/them, but this is super open to interpretation.) It needs to, unfortunately, be said that the game also plays this interaction as a bit of a joke. If you have Marle in the party in the original translation, she says, "THAT is a GUY?!" Not exactly the warmest of reactions...

And that's it! That's all we get in the game. The game often goes out of its way to show heavily hetero, gender-coded norms: even when you see a glimpse of Robo post-game in the new future, he is sitting next to a pink robot with a big bow, making ABSOLUTELY sure you are aware that it is a GIRL robot because that is IMPORTANT!! ...ugh.

The rest, honestly, we need to extrapolate based on the other cultural bits we do get, and a ton of that ends up coming from Cross and the treatment of the demi-humans. (A bit of this is seen in Trigger, too, with the fiends.) In Cross, the game makes it VERY apparent how looked down upon the demi-humans are as a race. Obviously this leads itself well to racial coding, but also the way society would treat queer individuals since they are both "other" and ooh, boy, it ain't good. Fargo is outright named as this sort of "bridge" that could unite humans and demi-humans given that he and Zelbess were romantically involved. Their children are, similarly, the "possibility" of uniting everyone, but very little is actually given to this since the game takes us elsewhere. Everything else is very, very hetero-coded. It's worth noting that with 45 characters, Cross STILL does not give us a female sword-wielder, and in fact, two female characters (one of whom I adore very much!) use ACTUAL COOKING UTENSILS as weapons. The gender norms are very strong!! There is only one female Dragoon, and she is obviously special (by virtue of her aforementioned background) so this can't even be seen as "typical."

So what can we assume about, at least, 600 AD and 1000 AD in Guardia and El Nido? Well, I doubt they are particularly progressive about gender and sexuality, and all we have to go off of are a few examples not really handled with any particular gravitas. (I will note that I suspect Zeal is different. This is only my headcanon, but I really believe they were far looser and more open-minded as a society - as long as the person in question had magic, that is.) I'd love to try and dig up more examples to see what I can find, as I tend to not use many of the Cross characters and therefore do miss out on interactions. But everything is very hetero, right down to the love "triangles" we are given in the game (all very straight!). I'm actually excited about diving in a bit to how I think this works into culture; what can I say, I am a queer gal who enjoys looking at the games I play with a queer lens. 🏳️‍🌈

[hold-our-destiny]

so i thought since im not really writing much lately, id put a big list of all my ideas with brief summaries and if you guys wanted to see any in particular i could try to write a small oneshot of it.

1. basically peter having a long conversating with tony about the struggles of having his enhancements and explaining how he cant even kill himself because of his healing (like the scene from avengers)

2. Endgame au- “Hey peter? Its Tony- We did it. We won, pete- we won. Please Peter” then when peter’s in a coma he listens to a voicemail left by him before he left for the field trip (saved on insta) at some point peter says “i just wanted to be like you”

3. V slow (almost) major character death- three quick gunshots and a thump- peter worrying about tony’s head wound.

4. peter and harley falling in love (3k words) in tumblr drafts for harley

5. tony breaking down in the middle of a fight

6. Stony soulmate au- sharing scars.

7. “I didn’t think you cared about me”

8. Peter dragged underwater

9. Steve reading bucky’s journal in civil war

10. peter tries to help tony in siberia but gets hypothermia way more than tony does. after like a week steve comes back and tony screams at him cause peters in a coma, maybe steve finds him in the medbay

11. Parkner last words soulmate au

12. peter gets infected with anthrax

13.steve and peter kidnapped thing- peter bring scared of tony cause they used his tech against him

14. parkner hanahaki but with recovery and peter coughing up the rest of the flowers= whump. basically peter loves harley, passes out cause he can’t breathe and nearly dies, tells harley, and has to spend a week throwing up the rest of the flowers and being so tired he can’t stand

15. tony faking his death and peter and steve getting mad when they find out he’s alive

16. rhodey tony falling in love+ going to warrrr

17. okay so tony maybe almost dying and peter crying about it? 

18. peter gets kidnapped after an argument saying “i know- i know you’re mad but- p-please Mr stark- please help m-me, i’m sorry” cause he thinks tonys mad at him.

19. steve helping peter with harassers- drafts

20. tony whump being kidnapped and refusing to give info on spiderman and peter saves him with rhodey and gets shot but because of adrenaline they don’t realise until they’re outside and peter collapses

21. the scene where he gets shot from enola holmes but it’s irondad- peter has a bulletproof vest on and gets shot by a shotgun and tony thinks he’s dead cause he’s oncounscious from being thrown into a wall

22. okay so what about a situation where tony and peter are at a press event and peter gets shot. just imagine what tony would be saying as he catches him and slowly lowers him to the floor.“it’s okay, i gotcha. holy shit- you’re gunna be okay, kid. come on, eyes on me-“ keeping on talking until the medics get there, still not leaving the kids limp form. Peters eyes never leave him, glazed over but never closing.Of course, when he wakes up later, Tony will be a little teary eyed sat by his bed, probably making a joke about “god kid, you’re not supposed to outlive your old man” Peter not wanting to be alone when he dies

23. tony and peter on a mission and tony goes to find peter cause he’s not responding and he’s unconscious cause of poison- tetrodotoxin B

24. Peter put in a cage thing with bucky when hes triggered into being the winter soldier and being on comms with steve and the others.

25. 5 times tony and peter thought they lost each other and the one time they nearly did.

26. Degloving

27. parkner voicemail with peter almost dying, end is him coming home. season 2 ep 3 of 911

28. soulmates rhodyetony can feel each other’s pain. rhodey knowing tony’s alive in im1

29. parkner enemies to lovers only one bed nightmare

30. character study of the mcu, ned, sam, wanda, mj, bucky, 

31. harley thinking peter is dead, dealing with grief after a kidnapping 

32. Prompt 885: Stephen and Tony were together before Afghanistan. They hit a rough patch when Stephen has his accident and the Accords are proposed. The stress causes a huge fight where Tony tells Stephen to get out and never contact him again. Stephen is crushed and leaves for Kathmandu the next day, leaving only a voicemail saying goodbye and asking Tony to not blame himself. The general consensus is he committed suicide. CA:CW and DS happen, and Tony runs into a changed Stephen in Greenwich Village.

33. basically incredibles- steve’s taken by hydra and peter and tony are in a plane when hydra attacks them, tony’s telling them to abort and steve slowly realises he could lose his family, then it blows up and tony calls a suit to peter. peters got broken ribs and bruises because of moving around and tony sends out a signal to the team

34. peter nearly dies on a mission, tony’s yelling at him and he breaks down crying when he realises what could’ve happened

35. peter nearly gets kidnapped/ sold and he’s really shaken up about it he won’t leave harley or tony

36. peter and tony are kidnapped, peters conditioned and at one point the kidnapper gives him a truth serum and asks intimate questions/ he’s not conditioned and it’s either ask the questions or take the punishment- 

37. bucky getting back from hydra and coping? steve feeling sad, finding out bucky can feel his arm and tried to rip it out, tony helping? the scene in the woods with the trigger words and steve being there really sad and shit- also thinking pierce was steve

38. peter flinching during an argument

39. bucky having to pretend to be winter again in a mission

40. Peter telling tony about skip

41. ya know the hypothetical about hydra training bucky to give people guns incase they need to ‘execute’ the soldier, and him giving steve a guy.

42. peter being trapped in the soul stone when he gets snapped, him being the only one there because of his mutation or something (his soul was too strong to be broken for the time so it had to be contained) plus dissociation when he gets back

43. peter and bucky kidnapped together, tony and steve both worried as hell and having to work together and bond to get them back

44. soulmate mind talking- peter getting into trouble/kidnapping? make collection for soulmates

45. peter and tony are running from kidnappers, peter gets caught in a bear trap. maybe include steve.

#irondad #spiderson #irondad fic #fanfiction #marvel #mcu #steve rogers #peter parker #tony stark #bucky barnes #stony #rhodeytony #ironhusbands #stucky #parkner #parley #angst #hurt/comfort #fluff #suicide mentions

[broughttoyoubytheletterf]

18,19 on E/H?!

Squishing the other's cheek, high fiving

A million years later I write this. I couldn't fit them high-fiving in here and I'm annoyed by that so I might have to write a whole other snippet.

I have a few other late additions from this prompt list I might or might not write. (Do not send anymore!!!). I might have to reblog another prompt list at some point.

"So we're stuck here?" Elizabeth asks. "Yes," Blake responds. "In this room?" "Yes." "Until DS thinks it's safe?" "Yes." "All of us?" "Yes," Blake is finally starting to sound exasperated. It's been a long trip and this is just the cherry on top. Elizabeth turns to Henry, sitting next to her on the couch. "Hell of a trip for you to come on." "I believe I was promised a nice beach vacation, when you were sweet talking me into coming with you." Henry says with a laugh.

"We saw the beach!" She defends. "Yeah through a hail of gunfire," Jay mumbles from the other side of the room. "They weren't shooting at us!" Elizabeth says, her voice betraying that she realizes how weak an argument it is. Henry laughs at how worked up she's getting. He leans forward and kisses the tip of her nose. "No one is blaming you babe." He cups her face and swipes his thumb over her cheek. "Everyone is safe and that's what matters." He squishes her cheek. "Well at least until you start getting hungry then no one will be safe." She bats his hand away and makes an offended sound. "I'm already hungry." Matt moans. He is sitting at the table with his head down. The door clicks open and Nadine walks in carrying a bag. "I have the solution for that," she shakes the bag, "Sandwiches from the cafeteria." Elizabeth's eyes alight and she jumps up. "Gimme!" She practically pounces on Nadine who half stumbles into the door behind her. Elizabeth has the bag now and is looking through it. "Chips too!" She says, as excited as if the peace treaty they were here for were actually signed. "Why did they let you leave the area? DS practically tackled me when I tried." Blake grumbles . Nadine just stares at him. Blake just rolls his eyes. "Oh right..." "Ted," they all say in unison. "It was Jack if you must know, he said he didn't want us going hungry," she responds primly, dusting off an invisible speck of lint on her skirt. "He also said they should be able to get us out by tomorrow morning or so." "That's about what Conrad said when I talked to him earlier." Elizabeth is still sorting through the food, placing it on the coffee table. "Since we're not really in danger, the plane is just broken again and the rebels are between us and the airport. I'm claiming the turkey. Babe what do you want?" Matt huffs. "Why do you get to choose first?" Elizabeth stares him down until he puts his hands up in surrender. Jay laughs. Matt says something under his breath and Jay laughs harder. "Yes it's a real abuse of power." Henry smiles as Elizabeth ignores her staffs antics. "I'll take whatever, you know I'm flexible." "You certainly are," she says, her voice a little deeper and her meaning clear. The other people in the room groan. "I told you to let her be late to the meeting this morning," Blake states as he goes over to make his own selection. Jay makes a face. "For what it's worth I told Jay we would all be well served by letting her be late," Nadine adds on. She unwraps her own sandwich and begins eating. Henry looks between them all slightly aghast as Elizabeth seems unfazed and is digging into her food. "I will never get used to that," he says. "People managing your intimate life?" Blake shrugs. "I've been doing it since I was her TA." Henry's eyes widen even more. Blake chuckles. "You thought all those long chunks of time you didn't get interrupted in her office were chance?" Henry looks over at Elizabeth. "Babe you want to chime in here?" Elizabeth looks up, looks around, and shakes her head before going back to her food. "For what it's worth Dr. McCord," Nadine chimes in, "it's not that unusual. Though it is usually scheduling things so that the mistress and the wife never meet. You two are unusual in that regard." There's a dark thread in her voice that no one wants to touch so they all switch to other topics. Hours later they are all spread over various surfaces attempting to sleep. Jay is using his suit jacket as a pillow and is laying on the floor. Matt has scrunched himself onto an uncomfortable looking chair. Elizabeth is splayed across her husband laying on the couch. She is curled into his chest, their legs tangled together. He has an arm loosely wrapped around her waist Nadine and Blake are still awake, Blake is trying to at least look like he's doing work, shuffling through a sheaf of papers. Nadine gave up that pretense and is sneaking glances at the McCords over the book she grabbed from the shelf. "You think it's inappropriate." Blake calls her out, he sounds ready to defend

Elizabeth. She sighs and puts down the book. "That the Secretary loves her husband? No, not particularly." Blake scoffs. "You know that's not what I meant." Nadine lets out a long breath. "They've never hidden their affection for each other." "It bothers you?" He poses it as a question this time and studies her thoughtfully "Sometimes," Nadine concedes. "But not for the reasons you think." Blake stays silent, he's learned a few tricks from his boss. Nadine however could write a book on the tricks so she doesn't expound on her thought. Blake shifts in his seat as the silence stretches. "They're a rarity in DC." Nadine finally takes pity on him. "They've always been like this. You should have seen all the undergrads mooning after both of them, but they've never had eyes for anyone but each other." Blake accepts the slight shift in topic, Nadine can keep her secrets. "The undergrads huh?" Nadine raises her eyebrows. "None of the grad students?" Blake doesn't blush but he does look away. "Well as long as the Secretary is happy then so am I." Nadine picks her book back up, ending the conversation. Blake refocuses on his paperwork but can't help looking up occasionally to look at the Secretary and her husband. When Nadine catches him, only because she is again doing the same thing, she smiles and this time he does blush.

#madam secretary #elizabeth mccord #fic #ficlet #blake and nadine both have crushes on the mccords #fight me #i'm right

[ronnie-azumane]

Haikyuu guys as stuff my dad did

This idea has been in my brain for a while, so I'm writing it out. Hope y'all enjoy :)

CW: idn, its pretty wholesome

Daichi answers your frantic phone call home expressing that you forgot your backpack and laptop for college when you went home over the weekend. Expressing that all of your notes are in the backpack, he decides to wake-up extra early Monday morning and make the 2 1/2 hour drive to your university, then drive all the way back to your hometown to go to work.

Sugawara came up with the best hiding spot for you while playing hide and seek at your 7th birthday party. He squeezed you in-between the back of the couch and the back couch cushions. Then, he sat in front of it to conceal the awkward lump it made in the couch. It took the others 30 minutes before giving up and telling you to come out.

Asahi asks you to style his hair for a zoom meeting he has later that day. After some deliberation, you both decide to do a mohawk style. He braces himself as you run off to get the brush, hairspray, hair gel, and hairdryer.

Nishinoya still wears the Annoying Orange shirt you got him when you were in 3rd grade. It's faded and has a giant picture of Annoying Orange on it, which faded from popularity in 2010, but he still wears it. In public.

Tanaka makes the dumbest jokes while in the audience of your colorguard/dance competitions. For example, he asked your mom if he should shout "Go get 'em George" to the group of girls performing to confuse everyone. Another favorite joke o his is to chant "the worm, the worm,, we worship the worm" while the previous team is carrying out their floor.

Ennoshida talks with you as you make one of the biggest changes in your life. Midway through your second semester at university, you determine that business is not for you, however, you do not have a backup plan. Talking with him, you end up changing your major to Geography, and now you love every second of it.

Kageyama drinks the milk out of you cereal. You hate the taste of milk by itself, but you don't want to eat dry cereal. To not waste milk, he drinks it after you finish eating your cereal.

Hinata fails miserably when your mom tells him to reapply the medical glue on your forehead. The day before, your sister threw a wooden block at you, causing a major tear in your head. Your mom took you to the emergency room, but they were busy and it was a school night, so they told her to just take some liquid band aid (which we called glue) and close the wound. Your mom told him to replace the glue, and he took ELMERS GLUE and placed it on the open wound. It hurt like a bitch.

Tsukishima takes you to go see the museum of natural history once a month. He knows you're the odd girl out of your class that would rather play with dinosaurs than dolls, so he takes you to see the dinosaur fossils. He also gets a discount because his place of work donated a significant amount of money and resources to one of the exhibits.

Yamaguchi helped set up your setup once you moved to zoom university. He attached your laptop to a monitor his job had extra, so now you feel like a badass whenever you use the two screens.

Oikawa out of nowhere invites all his high school friends over to stay the week at your house. A trip that probably should have been planned in weeks, even months, is planned in just a weekend. Everyone ends up sleeping on air mattresses and blankets on the floor due to your mom just finishing up replacing the floors in the house (she was not too happy with the sudden trip, but was welcoming anyway)

Iwaizumi makes you watch Godzilla with him whenever it's on TV. Some of his fondest memories include receiving Godzilla themed ornaments from his mom ever Christmas. He also unironically watches those cheesy fan-made Godzilla fights on YouTube for hours on end. Man just likes Godzilla.

Hanamaki and you wear funny hats to a volunteer cookout. The organizers told every one to wear a hat so that their hair didn't get in the food, but you two take it a step further. You wear a banana hat while he wears a hotdog hat.

Matsukawa taught you how to make all kinds of breakfast food at a young age. Whether it was a simple as a fried egg or as complex as French toast, he worked with you until the recipe came out perfect.

Kyotani scares the other parents off when it comes to the silent auction selling the class are projects. Now the shelf you and your kindergarten classmates fingerprinted flowers and bugs on sits proudly in your closet holding crafting supplies.

Ushijima scolds you for leaving the lights on. Most parents do that already, but he takes it to a new extreme. Your mom explains that he would never turn the lights on in his apartment when he was in college and would simply get his homework done before dark. Sometimes, if he had something to do, he would light a candle to finish something up.

Tendou recalls a story in which he stole a bus battery with his buddies to power an air conditioned tent at boy scout camp. He also recalls the year he and his friends tried to build a pool in the wilderness at the same count, only to get caught and reprimanded for it before filling it with water which totally had nothing to do with a camp counselor finding it and having a Vietnam flashback

Goshiki watches anime with you. He always acts like he is uninterested in whatever show is on, but he soon gets super into it and it will be the only thing he talks about for a week.

Kuroo sits at the table with you until 2am working on that math assignment you have been struggling with. You've definitely run out of tears to cry, and had to redo the assignment twice, but he is guiding you through the answers

Yaku isn't a fan of all the pets you and your mom have collected over the years. I mean, in his defense, at one point we had 8 cats an 3 dogs. However, he is also super cuddly with them, always giving them nose boops and belly rubs.

Kenma plays Xbox, Wii, and the ds with you. He doesn't find the bulk of the games you play with him entertaining, but he is willing to run through LEGO Star Wars with you. His personal favorite to play is Mario Kart and he doesn't let you win >:(

Lev is trying to convince the family to let him take the position in Alaska with higher pay. When mom raised the concern that the long winters wouldn't do well for your mental health, his counter argument was, "Yeah, and that sucks, but hear me out. We could have a pet Polar Bear." We didn't move to Alaska

Bokuto was definitely the most enthusiastic dad at the girl scout father daughter dance. He twirled you around in your pretty little JC Penney dress and made sure you two were the center of the dance floor. At one point, he lifted you above his head with each foot in a hand like a cheerleader. Truly terrifying.

Akaashi drives out to the 24-hour pharmacy to pick up some cold medicine when you couldn't sleep due to a stuffy nose. He also checks up on you every hour when you are coughing with some mysterious disease (due to the lack of tests and priority of the high-risk, I will never know if I had Covid when I got sick in late March)

Aone gives you the biggest hug after you get released from the graduation ceremony. He isn't the best with words, so this hug speaks so much to you.

Terushima has been taking you to Mardi Gras in New Orleans since you were a baby. He doesn't care that it's mostly an adult party, he believes that everyone in the family should enjoy a good ol' Mardi Gras

Atsumu carries you on his shoulders all the time when you're small. He just thinks it's the cutest thing.

Osamu makes sure to host a crawfish boil every year. Whether its the neighbors, family, both, or just the household, you can expect some good, spicy crawfish with corn and potatoes whenever he cooks.

Kita teaches you how to drive a stick shift. He's frustrated that you cant move three feet before stalling, but then realizes that the issue was that you were in third gear, not first. He is now impressed that you were even able to start moving at third gear.

Sakusa takes you along with him to work. His job is full of tough men, so when they see him with you in a little blue dress-up tutu and a plastic tiara on your head, their hearts just melt.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu dads #haikyuu as dads #daichi #sugawara #asahi #nishinoya #ennoshida #tanaka #kageyama #hinata #tsukishima #yamaguchi #oikawa #iwaizumi #ushijima #tendou #kuroo #kenma #bokuto #akaashi #aone #terushima #goshiki #hanamaki #matsukawa #kyotani #yaku

[misslilli]

Thank you guys, for going on this adventure with me 🥰 I'm having such a blast reading your comments!

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

Chapter 13 - Fantastic Mulders And Where To Find Them

[ DS ]

“Well, little lady, you���re pretty young and inexperienced, you’ll learn to distinguish when it’s appropriate to call in parents and when it’s clearly not necessary.” Stunned, I stare at the father of a girl in my class sitting across from me, trying to control my flaring temper. ‘What a misogynistic, condescending asshole!’

“I can assure you, sir, when a child comes to me with a concerning story from home, I will always want to clear it up with the parents. Now that we’ve cleared it up, I think we’re done here. Thank you for coming.” I get up and hold out my hand, hoping to end this nightmare of a conversation on a positive note.

Once he left, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, anger boiling in the pit of my stomach. There’s not much that I hate more than being belittled and I yank my book bag off my table angrily, spilling the cup of pencils in the process, scattering them everywhere. I want to scream. Okay, now I’m Pissed. Royally.

I pick up the pencils and shove them back into the cup before turning off the lights and leaving for today. As I head outside, I notice a small gathering of women down the front steps and they’re giggling and laughing at something Fox Mulder had said. At the sight of him, my heart skips a few beats. ‘Oh that’s just great. I’ll keep my head down and walk by quickly, I’m in no mood to be dragged into a conversation with the PTA brigade.’

I try to pass them by inconspicuously, walking briskly down the stairs and keeping my head down, but I’m stopped with a hand on my arm and a “Miss Scully, do you have a moment?” I turn to him trying to hide my exasperation. ‘Ugh, why do you have to be so damn handsome. And please, get your hand off my arm before I burst into flames. Victim: Dana Scully, cause of death: Spontaneous human combustion from being touched by Fox Freakin’ Mulder. Try and put that on a headstone.’

My mask of professionalism only slips for a brief moment, though, and I smooth out the frown on my face. “Yes, Mr. Mulder?” ‘Why is your hand still there? And why is it so hot all of a sudden, it’s freakin’ September.’

“I was hoping you could give me another opinion on something.” He leans into my personal space conspiratorially and I raise my eyebrow in a silent question. ‘Mmmh he smells really good too. Why, God, why? Ugh, that low tone of voice is driving me insane.’

“Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?” The women around me giggle and I blink at him slowly. ‘What the fuck kind of question is that?’ I draw myself up to full height - don’t you dare laugh - thankful that I wore my heels today and gather the few braincells I have left that are not occupied with wondering how that broad chest would feel under my fingers.

“Logically, I would have to say No. Given the distances needed to travel from the far reaches of space, the energy requirements would exceed a spacecraft’s capabilities.” I can tell that my answer somewhat surprises him but he’s not done yet.

“But there are obviously unexplained phenomena out there, now when convention and science offer us no answers might we not finally turn to the fantastic as a plausibility?”

‘What I find fantastic is your ass in those jeans…’. “What I find fantastic is any notion that there are answers beyond the realm of science. The answers are there, you just have to know where to look!” The other moms watch our argument as if they’re watching a tennis game.

He flashes me a wry grin. “That’s why they put the ‘I’ in FBI.” ‘Huh, so he’s with the Feds? I wonder where he keeps his gun. Well, I know where I’d check first but… Okay that’s enough. I wonder how many Hail Mary’s Father George will make me say for what’s going on inside my head.

Felix comes running down the stairs at this moment and wraps his arms around his dad’s legs. “Well thank you for this fantastic point of view, I’ll see you tomorrow ladies. Miss Scully.” He tips his imaginary hat to us and walks Felix back to the car. The little boy turns and waves at me, briefly. I smile and wave back.

My mood has miraculously improved during this odd bit of conversation and I bid the PTA moms goodbye as well, walking over to my bike to head home.

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[Felix]

“Hey dad, what did you and Miss Scully talk about back there?” I need to know. Please don’t let it be something embarrassing. Dad smiles at me in the rear view mirror.

“I asked her if she believed in aliens!”

“Noooo DAD, please tell me you didn’t!” ‘This is even worse than I thought. Can I give him up for adoption?’Dad shrugs his shoulders.

“She was having a pretty bad day, I just wanted to cheer her up. I think I did a pretty good job, too, she did smile at the end didn’t she?” Okay that is kind of sweet and yes she did, maybe I’ll keep him after all. I decide to change the subject.

“Dad, can we go to a soccer game sometime?” I just found out at recess today that our school has a soccer team and I really want to see that game. There’s another reason, too, but I keep this bit of information to myself.

“Sure, just tell me when!”

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[ FM ]

During the week, I’m treated to various stories from Felix’s school day on the car ride home, but his favorite daily segment of the Felix Show is “Dad, Do You Know What Miss Scully Did Or Said Today?” I’m bat-shit crazy about her too, so I get where he’s coming from, but he’s downright obsessed and I worry that this kind of attachment is not healthy for a kid.

I talk this over with our therapist on Thursday, in a one-on-one session and she thinks that maybe because he lacks an emotionally available mother, he looked for a suitable substitute and found it in his teacher. I shouldn’t worry too much about it, she’s sure when it’s too much, that the teacher is capable of handling the situation. She also promised to talk to Felix next time, to maybe tone it down just a little.

Our time is up before I can tell her about my own concerns about this situation. How I’d like to ask her out on a date but I don’t know if I should because I don’t want my son to get hurt in the process. I’m too inexperienced in dating to know the proper ways to handle this and frankly, the thought of getting back into dating terrifies me a little too. Okay maybe a lot. Felix is not the only one who has been scarred by the divorce.

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[ Felix ]

“Dad! Do we have any glitter glue in the house?”

It’s Thursday night and I’ve been working on my project for hours, wanting to get it just right. I had asked dad to write out a text for an invitation for me and I copied it onto the paper carefully. Pleased, I look at the two invitations I made, I can’t wait to hand them out. I really really hope they’ll accept the invite. My dad’s voice is getting louder while he talks, he’s coming upstairs. He enters my room and looks over my shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s in one of the drawers in the office. Tell me again why you’re making extra invitations when we had official ones made this week?” For someone who spends the whole day at work getting into other people’s heads, he’s not very good at understanding people.

“Because I reallywant them to come, dad! They’re my special guests!”

“Well, if there’s glitter glue, they won’t be able to say no! You did a really good job, Felix.”

“I hope so, dad. I’m pretty sad that mom’s out of the country and grandma can’t make it either.” He strokes a hand over my head.

“I know, son. I’m sorry!”

Chapter 14 - Last Chance For Spotting A Rainbow

Notes:

I stole some lines from the pilot. Please don’t sue. They’re just too good. Asdldlgdf

Also, the scene in the beginning is not entirely made up, a version of it happened to me last year.

#xf #the x files #xf fanfic #msr #felix felicis

[alakema]

ds Dreammare: Burn

Previous chapter: https://alakema.tumblr.com/post/645649623479943168/ds-dreammare-calm

Dreamswap belongs to onebizarrekai

Trans male Nightmare. Some years after Dream’s betrayal. Have yet to meet Error. And yes, I’m aware conceptionelized isn’t a word, but this is Nightmare okay?

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Nightmare’s point of view:

It’s been two years. Two entire years since I met Cross, and I’ve yet to tell him anything important about me : my transsexuality, my gayness, my past with… ‘Today’, I decided ‘I will tell him everything.’ Well, after I escape JR’s prison anyway. Yeah, trying to paint ‘Nightmare was here’ with a doodle of me looking over a wall, when all of JR was on high alert because of a traitor, might not have been my best idea. I regret nothing.

I hear footsteps coming this way. For a moment, I fear this is Dre-… Him, but all I see is a friendly Cross getting dragged along by the arms, thrown and chained into the same jail as me. Convenient. I wait until I’m sure the guards won’t hear us, then I move a little closer to him (as far as the chains are letting me).

“ Hey man, you’re alive?” I ask jokingly.

He doesn’t respond, unmoving. He isn’t dead, I can still feel his emotions; so he is either ignoring me or asleep. Meh, I’ll kick him anyway (to wake him up or to punish him, for me it’s a win-win). The Oreo yelps as he flinches in a straight position. The glare is more of a reward than an intimidation. I only snicker as I question him on why the fuck is he here. To save me? Well fat luck doing that now, inside a prison. He defends himself, and mutters about ungrateful little brat.

“ I’m not little damnit. I’m a full grown man!! - You’re as short as a girl! - Well excuse me, you dimwit, for being born one! - What? - W h a t?”

Oh. My. Fucking. Dog. I    D I D   N O T. No way, nopity nope. Nuh huh. The way he looks at me right now. As if I was never really in front of him all this time. Tripping over his word in front of this revelation, revelation he should have already known. It’s not that I think he isn’t worthy of it, I was just- worried, I guess. I didn’t think I would reveal it under that kind of circumstance. I look around to see if anyone else heard us. But the guards are at the entrance, far away from our sail. And yet, I’m not reassured in the slightest. Fuck. Damnit, this isn’t how I wanted to tell him. He shouldn’t have known over a throw-away line said in an argument. Not like this, not now. Not here, of all places.

“ Sooo… I’m lost. - No, you’re Cross.” I try, in an attempt to derail his train of thoughts. It doesn’t work, since this asshole ignores me entirely. “ Are you a girl or a boy? Cause, the first time we met, you told me you were a boy, but now, you’re saying you’re not. - God damnit, Oreo. I’m a fucking trans masc! - Trans what?”

‘Don’t you dare make the puppy face-… He’s making the puppy face.-_- ’

**

Explaining to my friend what transsexuality means is like explaining a toddler the conception of the stars… When you don’t know how the stars are conceptionelized. Needless to say, I regretted telling him. But when he finally, finally understood the meaning, he only told me:

“ No matter what, you’re still my bro, bro.”

Well shit if that didn’t make me cry. (This is the only time I’m ever crying in front of him. I swear on my chicken’s honor, never again.). We talked a bit more after that. Meaningless shits, mostly. But hey! They’re funny meaningless shits, so I don’t care. I can almost forget I’m behind bars, in JR’s prison. But I’m hungry, and I know it’s time for supper; the guards are late, I wonder why. When footsteps come our way, this time I can feel it. Powerful, certain, determined. Familiar.

It’s him.

I let a shaky breath. His aura burns me to the core, and I’m sure he knows it. But I don’t give a flying fuck. I’m strong, I can handle it. Just as I finally put myself together, a bright glow enters and bathes the flimsy place in an unnatural, otherworldly atmosphere.

“ We finally caught you.”

I don’t answer him even as I stare defiantly at his silhouette. In truth I’m at lost for words. Oh, god it hurts. His voice, his eyes. So different and yet so achingly familiar. Unwelcoming and yet so addicting.

“ Tell me, where did you find your…accomplice, all this time away from me?”

‘Why do you care, you feathered asshole?’ I want to snarl, my voice still lost in the past. Instead, I can barely whisper :

“ Non’yer fucking business, you prat. - Humph. As impolite as ever, sister. But it doe- - Brother.”

Cross, buddy, my dude, my bro. What  the fuck  are  you doing? One: just because I didn’t tell you to keep it a secret, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have kept it a secret. And two: even I know you just don’t interrupt him if you don’t want to be in more trouble than you already are! And yeah, I know I’m one to talk, but it doesn’t matter in the end, since he wants me dead. Drea- HE is shocked as well, if I can still read him correctly.

(I can. And it burns. I can still read a familiar stranger, and it burns!)

His magnificent feathered prick starts, slowly:

“ What… Is the meaning of… This, sister? - Are you deaf, you shitty tosser? He said ‘brother’. - I am quite aware of what he said, and what the word means. My question is why did he tell me, affirm me even, that you are my brother? - ‘Cause I am.”

The leader of Justice Reigns frowns deeply in disapprobation (and why does my heart tightens still?). He demands that I “do not lie to me again. I am not here to mingle with your absurdity”. Fed up with his bullshit, my voice rises to a deeper, steadier tone, even though my body weakens.

“ We’re not lyin’, your stupid birdbrain! I’m a man, always have been. Would have told you if I had had the time, you know, back when we were still together.”

Bitterly, I notice he doesn’t even flinch at the accusation, unperturbed.

“ Duly noted. However, this has nothing to do as to why I am here currently. Take her…him to your laboratory.”

Wait, what? True enough, people behind that bastard, in white coat, are advancing toward. Like hell I’m being a guinea pig! I trash around, hoping for some kind of miracle, and Cross kicks and screams, in vain. He expands and reenforce his power on me, knowing full well the effect he has on me.

The last thing I see before I’m taken away for good is my Cross, scared and small, and a Dream I wish I could forget.

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I don’t remember what happened at the laboratory. All I know is that my whole body is burning in new, unfamiliar flames. My limbs are singed ruins (my heart is ashes). Breathing is hard (Crying is harder). My friend is worried about me, but I can’t even summon the force to care anymore. I let him scream and plea for a response, but it’s too late for me. I’m burned, hurt and broken.

And I hate myself for it.

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Next chapter: https://alakema.tumblr.com/post/646082387364790272/ds-dreammare-depart

#dreamswap #ds nightmare #dreamswap nightmare #ds cross #dreamswap cross #ds dream #dreamswap dream #ds dreammare #dreamswap dreammare #dreammare #sweammare #trans male nightmare #coming out #...sort of #implied violence #this is not good #hurt nightmare

[hotchocolatewithwater]

I forced my non-weeb volleyball-player friend to watch Haikyuu. Here's a compromised list of her reactions.

"My favourite is the one with grey hair because he's pretty and also mom friend vibes"

"fuck tsukashima is EXACTLY like this bitch from the team that i didnt like and it makes it rly hard to like him. the girl didnt real do anything to me but she laughed at my friends serve once so now i personnally dislike her. she was also tall af too. i dont wannt dislike him but FUCK hes the male anime version of her"

"How the hell does he die playing volleyball? Is he gonna get a concussion or something?"

"Grab your volleyball and meet me outside im gonna teach you how to receive so we can play"

"damn sugawara rly just be the only man who should ever exist huh"

"Suga's the only one who deserves rights"

About Oikawa: "I enjoy his presence"

"I yern to draw kenma playing a ds"

"I had a feeling and i read ahead in the descriptions but i still wanted Karasuno to win"

*Distressed noises about waiting for Daichi to die*

About Yachi: "Oh i enjoy her"

"Daisuga is like the parents"

About Tsukiyama "You told me they almost made them date- I don't see it- they just stand beside each other and have a nickname"

"The lady managers? I don't know if they're bros or lesbians"

"A little bit with Kageyama? Bit also no, a lil boring. Him with- what's his name? The short one? Nishinoya! Chaotic boyfriends! They jump at the same and i love them"

"i LOVE Tanaka's sister! She is a LESBIAN"

"Iwazumi? Him. They're cute."

"god DAMNIT i love haikyuu but some things in it are just BULLSHIT" "explain" "When they talk kageyama to not aim directly for the water bottles and instead to imagine that there's a Spiker like in front of them and somehow they just end up landing directly on the water bottles??? like if you were aiming for someone standing where the bottles were the ball wouldnt hit the floor there bc it wouldnt be at the right height??? if its hitting the floor directly were the spiker is than there is no way they could hit it bc it would already be too far down by the time it gets to them?"

*Que argument over how it works*

"and dont get me STARTED on how they tape tsukishimas finger"

"as someone who has their finger taped the RIGHT WAY rn, if you tape em like it gets all sweaty n shit and falls off so you do it like t h i s"

"I knew they were gonna win but ooooo, it hurt"

"Tiktok spoiled it for me, but when Daichi died i had to pause and not scream in fear of waking up my parents up"

"what would you do if i said i watched all of season 3 in one night" "you mother f-"

"I kind of like Tsukishima now."

"The third years hug was cute af"

"I strive to have the energy that Oikawa has for everything in life"

"Real spooked for season 4 because art looks ew"

"also if you send one more In Another Life tiktok im sueing"

#anime #haikyuu #haikyuu reaction #haikyuu shitpost #hinata shouyo #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio #suga koushi #nishinoya yuu #kenma kozume #please don't let this flop