#went through the meme tag trying to figure out what this was from

[nobuverse]

@yabokku said: EVEN IF LIFE IS PAINFUL & TOUGH, people should appreciate what it means to be ALIVE at all. ( For : Okita Souji. )

If the statement is supposed to be encouraging, she Okita doesn't find it to be so in the least. The once proud warrior can only meet it with disdain, giving a soul piercing glare in response.

She's on her knees, fingers trembling too badly to be able to properly hold on her tanto. She can still the old, decrepit cat she'd aimed to kill trotting away - proving to her how worthless she'd become.

Had she been trying to put the creature out of its misery?

No. She'd been trying to prove to herself that she could still kill. But it seems like she's fallen so far to this illness that she can't even manage to snuff out a life already half dead.

She coughs as she first opens her mouth in response, crimson splattering all over hands.

"And this..." she heaves, trying not choke on her own blood

"This is what you would call living...?"

#went through the meme tag trying to figure out what this was from #only to realize this is a quote from your character RIP #i imagined this happening near the end of her mortal life but this can be whenever really #sorry 'bout her being a stick in the mud though kajshfdkj #yabokku #cherry blossom saber [ okita ] #A man's Life is but Fifty Years! It is but a Dream! { Asks } #animal cruelty cw #stop trying to kill cats okita u suck

[gremlingottoosilly]

Stranger danger (slasher!Konig x fem!Reader)

You never wanted to go to this stupid party. Turns out, you were right all along - it doesn't save you from this weird guy in a Ghostface mask though. Warnings and tags: Non-con, size difference, knives, slasher-y, slight degradation, obsessive Konig, yandere Konig, praise kink Word count: 3069 AO3

You told your friends you didn’t want to go to this stupid party. No one cared. You asked them for at least a funny group costume, and everyone agreed – only to bail at the fucking party, so you were the only one who went as a freaking ant from that one extremely sad meme. With a little handkerchief on a stick and everything. No one got it. 

You told your friends that you wouldn’t want to get drunk unless they would be with you because, honestly, college parties are the worst, and you don’t want anyone to get roofied. They left you by the snack table, making you eat smarties and occasional chips like salt counts don’t exist. 

You were munching on a particularly tough pretzel – the packaging was saying something in German, as exotic as this college could fucking get without being too scared of spices – when The Guy dropped himself on the couch next to you. 

Yes, The Guy – because you were in no right to call him just a guy, a dude, a lil’ bro, or anything like that. He was way over 6 feet, probably creeping on being the new form of a fancy light post, and built like a bear that was eating nothing but protein and particularly tasty American tourists. Dressed in all black, very original, he must love spending time in various shops and choosing between 50 shadows of the same dark attire. 

At this point, you were not surprised that he was wearing a Ghostface mask. At this point, you lost all of your capabilities to be surprised – only slightly intrigued, perhaps, and a little bit aroused when he manspreaded his legs and pushed his knee right against your leg, not stopping until he crammed you to the corner of a sofa. How the one man could take so much space, you had no idea. What he was eating to grow up this big – also. 

He looked like at least three frat boys from a sports team crammed together in one body. Tight muscles that could be seen even through the bagginess of his clothes – you aren’t sure if you could survive looking at his pecks without wanting to give up all of your life earnings for a gym membership. 

— Hey. 

A master of flirting, you just needed someone to talk to. 

The Guy didn’t respond. 

You frowned – a typical college boy would already try to flirt with you, probably getting you drunk to get an easy lay for the next 10 seconds of pure physical exercise. If he wasn’t interested in a conversation, he probably shouldn’t have sat in your corner – unless he wanted to steal snacks, of course. Something in his figure told you that he would be a freaking hurricane in the snack aisle. 

He smells like metal – weird, you think. Not like you wanted to smell him, of course not. You were just crammed in a really tight place against his shoulders, your nose forced to press into his shirt and inhale the deep scent of some generic perfume, a surprising hint at laundry detergent and cleaning supplies – and, of course, said metal. 

You expected sweat and cheap booze – but this means it smells like a butcher and a cleaning lady at the same time. 

To closer observation, he looked…nervous, almost. Hands fidgeting with a fake knife that he probably snatched from some Halloween supply shop – it’s surprisingly heavy looking, without that cheap shine that a lot of Ghostface costume knives have, and you feel almost endeared by the way he fidgets and spins the knife in his hands. Still, somehow, he looked anxious. 

— Are you alright? 

He continues to sit here silently. You fight the savior instinct inside of you, reminding yourself that you do not need to nurse and mother a grown-up college boy who is probably too high to talk right now or simply dozed off in his mask with no one to notice this – but still, something in his hunched posture made you feel…soft. Tender. This, or you’re too drunk to not be a doting mommy, since all of your friends ditched you and your sad ant cosplay to be slutty fish sticks. 

— Ja, I’m fine. 

German accent. This is a surprise for a college boy at this party. Guys who are usually visiting those places can barely speak English, so knowing German with that perfect weird accent of his makes you feel…things. Never too much for accents, you still sat a bit closer, your face pressed against his shoulder. Cheek smashed on his skin – he doesn’t say anything about extreme physical contact. You’re surprised at your own confidence. 

— From which program are you? 

— What? 

— Like…which school. What do you study? 

He paused. Flicks the knife in his hands – from this angle, it looks way too sharp for a simple plastic knife. Guy must be a crazy cosplayer who spends hours on trying to make foam and metallic paint look this realistic – you admire this level of nerdiness a little bit. With this skill, he could be more than a generic Ghostface. 

He shrugs, leaving you without an answer. Alright, not much of a talker. Probably from computing, STEM boys always act like contact with females would make them pregnant. 

— Are you enjoying the party? 

— Ja. 

— You came alone? 

— Ja. 

— What do you…alright, just tell me if I’m annoying. I’ll stop bothering you. 

He chuckles – your cheeks are immediately heated when he presses his hand closer to your thigh. The actions is suggestive, and you don’t quite…don’t quite mind it. You always had a thing for masks, and his body resembles the one of a greek statue – you wouldn’t want to pass on this opportunity. Definitely not for sex, not the type to hook up with a random boy on Halloween, but maybe a sloppy makeout and some number exchange would take place. 

König had different plans. 

Honestly, you made it too fucking easy for him. Good girl, polite girl, nice girl who actually fucking asked him if he was alright because his hands were shaking from the adrenaline he got from killing some weird asshole trying to get a drunk girl in his bed. He was shaking because he knew he’d get away with it – there were so many drugs on the venue, police wouldn’t even want to open this rathole and try to search for a killer in that random ass city he got on a break after the latest contract. 

You made it too easy – your weird costume, your sad face, and your attempts at caring for him actually made his blood boil from excitement, and his nerves(and his dick, throbbing in that baggy black pants) stir. You tucked in the corner, all by yourself, surrounded by loud noises and intoxicated people who couldn’t give less shit about your safety. He can slit your throat, and everyone would think it’s a costume. 

He can…and he can also take a little treat for having such a good last mission. Might even take you with him if you’d promise to be a good girl and don’t fight him in the trunk of his car. 

You can’t even scream when he pushes his hands on your throat, squeezing. You wanted to, he knew by the look in your eyes that there was a fire inside of you – so he extinguished it as fast as he possibly could, laughing at your pathetic attempts at fighting him off. Just like your friends, you are weirdly easy for him to handle. Just a bunch of drunk college mates, nothing compared to his experience. He’d say that he stood too low, so crazy on his leave, that he decided to search for the easiest prey imaginable, but sometimes you need to choose yourself and find some easy hobbies that you can partake in without taking too much from your psychological sources. 

Sometimes, you just need to kill a bunch of drugged students and take home one of them – for mental health reasons. Konis is sure that KorTac would allow him to take you to the base if he’d prove that you are his psychological support pet. Maybe he could even share you with some of his officers as a treat. You’d be so sweet for Krueger, he can tell just from that terrified look on your face when he pushes his hands further, blocking your windpipe. 

König is strong – stronger than anyone you know, probably. He knows how to use this strength for the better and for worse, and he isn’t afraid of pushing a bit too far, not enough to break you, but just freaking perfect to make you dazed and turn your brain into mush. So sweet for him, such tasty little noises and scratches of your nails on his gloved hands. He must leave some marks on you later since you’re so sweet to him now. 

— Not so talkative now, Schatzi? 

You squirm, trying to punch him right in his dick, and he only moans when your knees are jerking in a poor attempt at kicking his balls. If anything, it feels like a really nice massage. So fucking obedient for him, he can’t even imagine how cute you’ll look chained to his bed, forced to play his little girlfriend while he is searching for your friends to finish them off. 

Taking off your clothes is ridiculously easy. Even while you decided not to wear a slutty costume for Halloween, the cheap fabric isn’t a good barrier between him and his desire to freaking crush you – he exposes your breasts, covering them with one of his hands right about now, keeping his other hand firmly seated on your throat. You whimper and cry as he plays with your soft buds, making them harden, undoubtedly creating a pool in your shorts. God, you’re beautiful like this. 

He actually grieves wearing a mask that can’t be moved this easily – he’d love to munch on your breasts, to try your nipples with his tongue, and roll his teeth over your soft mounds. He can’t, not right now, at least – you’re not nearly broken enough not to tell the police about his face, and he doesn’t want you to close your eyes. Need to make sure you’ll see every inch of his dick. 

His rough gloves are creating a weird but pleasurable pressure on your buds – you whine and sob as he pushes his hands to stimulate you more, not caring that you don’t want it. Tugging and teasing with his fingertips, you actually feel like you’re going crazy just from the way he is playing with your breasts. Pushing from side to side, touching soft flesh, not even allowing you to moan as every time you try to open your mouth, he grips your throat tighter. 

When he is finally done playing with your boobs, you can almost feel bruises forming from his rough touches. You whine when he goes to rip your shorts – his touches feel like lava spreading between your legs, no matter how much you wanted him to stop, your tongue never came to actually beg him for it. 

To his delight, you are soaking. 

Your pretty pussy on full display for him – twitching and squeezing for nothing, poor thing, he might as well just push the finger already, stretching you out just enough to let you feel the burn without breaking you. König would love to just push his dick inside without all of these dancing around nothing, but he is aware of his size – and very, very aware of yours. Little things might not be as small as he likes to think you are, but you’re freaking tiny compared to him. Weak and fragile, you have no fucking excuse to just parade yourself like men around you aren’t a bunch of wolves that would love to rip you apart and fuck what remains. 

You can barely breathe while he pushes his fingers inside, just one digit is enough to make you squirm under him. You’re wet, pussy damp from all of the juices – lack of oxygen makes you dumber, pliable, make you his best little thing in the world. A girl like you has no business going to parties and whoring yourself to a bunch of early alcoholics – you should stay at home, his home, cooking him dinner and warming his dick. Cleaning his knife after he’d gut some dumb fuck, making sure to get your tongue into all the sharp edges. 

Scheisse, just the thought makes him harder than ever. Perhaps he needs to stop playing the nice guy and finally give you the pounding you deserve. 

Tired of just holding his hand on your throat, he forces the blade of his knife to take its place. Not nearly enough to cut your skin, but a constant reminder – if you’re a bad girl and would try to escape, he might slit your fucking throat as easily as butter. If you’re a good girl, unlike your friends, he might just take you with him. What a beautiful option. 

One finger turns to two very quickly – and, since he doesn’t stop you from moaning and talking, you finally gain your voice back. Poor girl, too dumb to understand that all of your little threats and cries and everything is just a fucking delight to his ears. Might as well record it for his alarm clock. 

— Get…get off me!

Such a strong words for such a weak girl. He’d spank you right away, but his fingers are too busy playing with your folds, smearing your juices all over your clit and trembling pussy. You’re dripping like a slut, and it busts his ego – a fancy college girl like you, so wet and needy for a nasty criminal. He knows how to treat you right and has all the resources for it – but somehow, it feels like you’d enjoy being treated like his doll. 

He can be sweet after he has fucked you raw. 

— Please, you can’t…I won’t tell anyone if you just stop, I promise! 

— Shatzi, why do you think I’d let you go after this? 

— I…I will scream. 

— Ja, you can scream. Do this for me, please.

He laughs as he plunges in, giving you sweet seconds to become accustomed to the feeling of his dick impaling you. Bulging in the outline of your soft tummy, another boost to his ego – just to think, he was so anxious about crashing this party, knowing it would be filled with prissy students who all get to live the life he dreamed of, but you made it all worth it. You’re sweet and fiery, and you grip him like a glove. No matter how wet you were and how much pre-cum he had leaked, you’re still tight for him. Too tight. 

You scream when he plunges it, and you continue to scream when he pushes deeper, further, when he moves back a little bit, only to push forward again. His hand finds your clit, never stopping until you’re squirming and crying full-on under him. Such a shame he can’t kiss you, not with this stupid mask – he can only play with your slit and push a knife against your throat over and over again, never allowing the adrenaline in your system to run dry. 

Over and over, pushing you further and further until he plunged inside fully – you’re so puffy around him, your pussy lips swollen and spread for him, your clit is throbbing from the pleasure he gives you. Getting you off like that is easy for him – but he has to make sure he isn’t taking it too far, not with how warm and tight you are. He hates being in a position of weakness, but you’re just so perfect, he can’t help but push further and further until you are a sobbing mess and he is on the edge of orgasm. 

He forces himself to be slower, his pushes are more and more deliberate – he doesn’t want to cum so fast, even though the mix of your sobs and his adrenaline high from the killing almost makes it impossible. He doesn’t want to stop like this, so fucking easy, but you’re so welcoming and cute and…

— Please, please, don’t…don’t come inside, I’m not on the pill, I’m…

God, you’re so sweet for him. Did the devil finally give him his gift for Halloween? 

He laughs as you sob softly, pushes you more and more, and your poor pussy is getting stretched far beyond its limits. He steals this orgasm from your decency, robs you of any accountability – you just lay here, under him, receiving his dick like a good girl you are. Couldn’t have it any other way, just wanted to have you pinned under his body forever. 

Your orgasm is crushing, painful in a way – you're all too sensitive for a dick this large to impale you, you sob, and you cry, begging for him to stop before he’d cum inside. Your biggest nightmare is alive when he pushes the knife away from your throat, squeezing it again just so he can cum in the tightness of your hole. 

He stays like this, connected to your deepest parts, for a good few minutes, dumb out after the orgasm. You try to squirm from under him, but he only laughs, slowly pushing away from your body. Just one load is enough to make your pussy all messy and even more wet. You’re so dirty for him, it’s actually impossible not to love you even more when you’re like this, dumb and sensitive and so, so fucking cute. 

His cum drips from your overflown pussy, pearly white liquid stuffs you ever so perfectly, König laughs, putting his clothes back together and getting one last look at your ruined hole, clenching around nothing. You can’t even talk at this point, poor thing – just how can he leave you here to be found by your perverted friends who would only take advantage of you? 

It’s only natural that he sneaks your limp body through the window, holding you like a beloved possession while he is getting in his car. 

It’s only natural that you fall asleep in his arms, your pussy stuffed so full, he just knows that he’ll add to the mess once he’d get rid of the body of a dumb college guy he killed moments ago. 

#cod #konig x reader #yandere konig #konig #cod x reader #cod x you #yandere cod #call of duty #slashers #slasher

[shygirl4991]

True Love Kiss

Artwork all done by @alianarepasa do not repost also didnt Aly do amazing with her own version of the fairytale look!

The fic is base on my theory about Three being aware he is in a fairytale episode enjoy!

Summary:  He won't let someone else tell him how to live his life, he doesn't need a prince, what he needs is an evil witch that lives in the woods. 

Tag: Fairy Tale parody, True loves kiss, princess three, witch four, fluff and angst, posting this before the episode comes out so lets see what i get right

Once upon a time there was a kingdom with a beautiful princess named Super meme guardian 3, the kingdom knew him as Princess SMG3. He was known to have grand knowledge of dead memes, something that was extremely rare to have. Everyone from all over the world have heard of him, over the years many have wanted to win his hand in marriage. They have all failed until the princess's birthday marking him to be twenty five, he was sitting on the throne bored over the event.  In the shadow no one noticed an evil witch was hiding, waiting for his time to strike. He had a spell all set to throw the moment the winner of the event. 

Prince Luigi walks up to the stage, he pulls out his sword and starts fighting the corrupted memes. The event made royal’s from all over prove they have the power to defend the kingdom, not to mention protect the beautiful Princess Three. While everyone was excited by the events, SMG3 blinks looking around confused, he watches everything unfold in front of him. Everything felt cloudy as if he was dreaming. In no time Luigi won the battle and everyone cheered for him. Three clapped as he looked around the room, noticing things felt slightly off, was he dreaming? He looked down and gasp “What the fuck?” he gets up confused seeing himself in a purple dress, looking around he then sees SMG4 smirking and running up the stage. Everyone was panicking dashing to protect the princess, Three stands there watching confused as the witch throws a potion at his feet. He started coughing as his vision got blurred with a blue fog “See how you love your princess now with this curse!” he runs off leaving everyone in the room looking around lost. Once he was able to see, Three dashes after four “SMG4 WAIT WHAT IS GOING ON?!” he tosses his heels to run faster. They make it outside only for Four to turn and cast a spell teleporting away “Fuck!” Three swore to losing the man. Slowly he notices where he is, as he looks around he jumps in surprise seeing his avatar as a deer. It felt as though someone just placed him in  a cheap disney knock off, he panics as he looks around trying to find anything familiar. 

No matter where he looked, everything felt like someone threw up every fairytale cliche known to man. He made it back to the castle and sighs, he wasn't able to figure out where Four went or where the hell he was. As he walked around he noticed people giving him strange looks, he looked at his reflection and glares.  Why was he even here? The last thing he remember was being in the basement getting the light back on in the castle then a strange TV was there. His head hurts remembering the event, as he rubs his head a knock was heard. He walks to the door to see two shadow figures. “Son, we learn the curse placed on you by that evil witch…it has made you invisible to the world.” The voices made it hard for Three to figure out if the person talking to him was his mother or father. From his understanding he was cursed in this world to go through the same things he already goes through in reality. He sighs at his luck, once his parents are gone he decides to sneak out of the castle and attempt to find this so-called evil witch.

He waits till it's late in the night, climbs out his window, determined to find his ex rival.  He charges into the woods not knowing something was watching him, a small TV jingle starts to play catching his attention. He looks around the woods nervous “ Fuck i hate the dark….SMG4? IS THAT YOU WITH THE STUPID SONG?” he hears a giggle making him turn. He lets out a girlish scream as he is blinded by the light of a TV screen “Hello Princess it is i, your fairy god puzzle here to help you find what you're searching for! True love!”  Three rolls his eyes and walks away “True love? That's a fairytale joke.” The fairy god puzzle chuckles “Is it because you fear you can't be loved?” Three turns seeing the screen flicker different emotions before giving him a gentle smile “It’s okay to be scared, take my hand and I will show you the truth!”  slowly memories hit him. He holds his head remembering the TV they saw in the basement, the channels showing them different series for different ages before a body appeared out of nowhere. He takes a step back, as the memories stop hitting him, slowly the face of shock turn into anger “YOU FUCKER, YOUR THE REASON WE ARE HERE!” 

Seeing his actor break character, his screen flickers stopping Three in his tracks, the channel it stopped showed his friends screaming in pain. Then it flipped to SMG4, he looked drained of emotions as he kept drawing random items in a notepad.  Three growls at the adware “Fine…i will play your game, but if i do you let the others go!” The TV man laughs nodding his head “Only if you give me good entertainment!” With a snap of his wrist, Three was in a field with SMG4 cloaked laughing “So you found me huh Princess, so what's your plan now? I will never break your curse!” Before he can speak Luigi appears out of nowhere to protect him “Stay away from my maiden! Don't worry princess, I will get rid of this monster!” Three frowns at the words as he looks at Four, he feels his cheeks warm up looking at the man. SMG4 may have ruined his life in the past and they still have things they need to work on, it never made Three see the other man as a monster. They both went through shit and that is what made them who they are today. Luigi starts to fight with SMG4, Magic and swords clash and Three looks for something to stop this, The adware chuckles watching the whole thing “Face it, the only way for this to end is with the death of the evil witch and for the hero to give you true loves kiss!”

SMG3 stomps his heel to the floor “TRUE LOVE'S KISS? YOU FUCKING WITH ME?!” Luigi stops fighting to run to him, Four just stands back watching things curiously. Luigi gently takes Three’s hand “If true love kiss will save you then I shall do it!”  Three growls stomping over to SMG4 “I'M SICK OF THIS, YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” the witch stared at the princess confused as to what was going on. His eyes go wide as the princess picks him up by the overall strap of his outfit “Pucker up lover boy!”  and just like that kisses the evil witch that cursed him. Something about the kiss just felt right, as if he had been waiting for this moment for years, the adware let out a dark chuckle pleased to see his planned work “And with true love's kiss the curse is over!”  Three pulled away glaring at the adware waiting for his friends to be free.  

He claps slowly “My look at the ratings, the world has been waiting to see that! As my thanks, I think I will make you my next star again.” Hearing this Three shaked his head, he was about ready to kill the man before him. Unfortunately everything went black, he groans rubbing his head and looks around confused as to where he was. He gets up and hears an opening theme song, his eyes go wide “I'M STILL IN THE TV!” he can feel himself shaking.  Only to jump at a gentle touch, he turns and sees Four. His eyes go wide seeing the man “Four?” with a nod SMG4 looks around confused “We were in the basement, how did we get here?” With a soft smile he pulled four into a hug. Things are gonna be okay, they are together now and with their memories back they will stop the adware, they will save their friends. Not to mention try to figure out what that true love kiss truly meant. 

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #shygirl4991 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #smg34 fanfiction #alianarepasa #true loves kiss #smg4 theory

[solomonssock]

You Will Go Nowhere Else

I never planned for this to be so long, but I love Asmodeus sm...expect nothing less from me.

Pairing: gn!reader x Asmodeus; Leviathan makes an active appearance, but isn't the focus of this fic (romantic feelings are heavily implied, but a relationship has not been established...yet)

TW: Cyberbullying, Slutshaming, Cursing, Alcohol use (Asmodeus is an emotional drinker), Suggestive (Its Asmodeus), unspecific yet hinted spoiler for those who haven’t reached level 20, Asmodeus (and all demons) can be possessive, and I’m trying to figure out demon mannerisms I’d like to establish so bear with me on this awkward journey

Word Count: ~4,700

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So-called "weak" human subduing the Devildom's demon lords? It's more likely thank you think! WATCH OUT... YOU COULD BE NEXT!

Scoffing to yourself, you click off the Dreaddit thread to scroll through whatever else you could find under the "d/human" tag. You expected to make up some of the content, given that you and Solomon were quite literally the only two human exchange students in all nine circles. Yet, it wasn't any less unnerving that most of the top posts seemed to circulate around your "mysterious relationship" with the brothers.

At some level, you understood their fascination and hesitation with you. Your lone quest to free Belphegor during your first year was essentially the equivalent of what would happen if a lone demon managed to ensnare some of the Earth's top leaders under their command. You just wished they didn't have to be so mean about it.

This budding Dreaddit addiction of yours had started the evening prior, courtesy of Leviathan.

"ROFL, what an idiot!"

You two spent a good chunk of the night lounging on his extra-large beanbag chair, surfing Dreaddit posts under "d/R.A.D. memes" on his premium account. Leviathan had excitedly showed you his avatar's exclusive Ruri-chan t-shirt, emphasizing that 9.99 grimm a month was a necessary sacrifice for otakus everywhere, or at least those truly passionate about their fandoms. As his loyal Henry, you'd been privy to sensitive information regarding his identity as both creator and moderator of both the "d/TSLMerch" and "d/RuriChanUpd8s" forums.

"Levi," you chastise, “leave Mammon alone. This is already embarrassing enough."

A user by the name xXLuciferz_LegionzXx had uploaded footage of the second eldest being chased through the school halls by Cerberus.

"I-it's his own fault!" Levi defended. "He shouldn't have tried running off with the Council's debit card."

And try he did.

You watched as the video replayed from the beginning. The shaky scene followed Mammon as he rounded the corner in front of Potions Lab 3 with Cerberus hot on his tail. Looking backwards as he sprinted through the crowd of students, he failed to notice Lucifer already blocking the doors at end of the hall.

You cringed as the familiar "MAAAAAMOOONN" blew through the speakers.

Realizing his fuck up, Mammon skidded to a near-stop to pivot into the hall just before Lucifer. But it was too late. Cerberus, determined to catch the focus of his master's ire, latched onto his pantleg, and quickly pulled him back.

Except, only Mammon's pants went with him.

The video ended with the poor demon being pantsed as Lucifer menacingly appeared before the videographer.

After viewing it for the fifth time, you made a silent promise to treat Mammon to some lunch and TLC time this upcoming weekend.

"Levi. Please?" You sighed and pouted your lip a bit for good measure.

"F-fine, if it's that important to you." Flustered, he clicked off the video and flagged it for inappropriate content before he selected the home page.

"Thank you," you leaned your head on his shoulder, "I appreciate it."

A small squeak left Leviathan as he ducked his head further into his hoodie and kept scrolling.

"Oh? Levi, what's that one say?"

On the screen was a picture of you and Satan sitting together in the library. The time stamp confirmed it must have been taken this past Tuesday when Satan helped you review basic Enochian phrases. He'd recommended taking the language for your free elective this semester and offered to serve as your tutor.

Your brows furrowed as you looked at the post's heading.

"...who do they think they are?" You murmured. "What do they mean by that?"

You hadn't gotten any further as Leviathan quickly shut his laptop.

"Hey, I forgot I bought a new co-op farming-dungeon crawler game I thought you would like. Let's check it out!"

Without warning, he had popped up from the beanbag and headed straight towards his console to set up the controllers.

You gasp sharply as you finally reach the exact post Leviathan had hidden from you last night. Visibly uncomfortable with discussing how you ended up on the top page of Dreaddit, you didn't push him for more details. His diversion occupied you for some time as you kicked slime monster ass and planted dewdrop berries, but the curiosity lingered in the back of your mind throughout the school day.

After dinner and watching an episode of "One Day I Woke Up Reborn as An Oven: One Piping Hot Pie of Existentialism Coming Up!" with Leviathan, you'd returned to your room and set up a basic Dreaddit account. He wasn't kidding, the ads were no joke. Every two to three posts you clicked on led to an ad-break or brand deal, sometimes featuring even Asmodeus or Mammon as a model.

"Ok yea, maybe I'll look into getting premium."

You chuckle to yourself as an ad for DevilGlam Lip Balm in the shade RedRose pops up for the third time and wonder if Asmodeus got to take samples home from the shoot. Because if so-

"I'm definitely gonna ask to borrow it." It was pretty cute.

Exiting out of the ad, you save the picture of you and Satan. Despite the fact that it definitely wasn't meant to be seen by you, the intimacy layered within the shot warmed your heart. Focused on the heading, you had missed the adoring smile curled on his lips as you fumbled through past and present conjugation.

However, you don't miss that this was posted under the "d/Sa10Stans" tag. A peek at the authors username, SatansS0ulmate, is warning enough that you are entering dangerous territory. But the temptation is too great.

You scroll through the comments.

HellsKitchenette: There the human goes again, running through the boys each week like a common whore. I've caught them just begging for attention, it’s pathetic.

RADRum: UGH, I have them in seductive speechcraft, and they're just so annoying!! If you can manage a pact with nearly all of the fucking student council, you can figure classwork out for yourself, slut.

You click on the thread you see forming with over 300 replies and at least 150 upvotes.

DearDeerLights: Wait, what do you mean nearly all the student council?!?!?!

HellsKitchenette: Oh, you poor thing. You didn't know? They've managed to trap our boys, all seven of them.

GroundGossamberry: ACK! You guys scared me, I thought they had gotten to Barbatos or something! But seriously, how pathetic can they be... like having to be coddled in public? Not me, I'd rather drop dead <3

Solomonssock: I see I'm outnumbered, but isn't this a good thing? The whole point of the program is that the human is supposed to study with us. And the lords are their host-family. I don't see anyone in the comments giving Solomon such harsh treatment.

RADRum: At least Solomon carries his weight around. Like come on, after a fucking year of being here if you can't go out by yourself then don't come out at all is all I'm saying.

GroundGossamberry: Yeah...I wouldn't fuck with Solomon; I've seen him in potions. He's brewing liquid death.

HellsKitchenette: Solomon's strength and wit makes him increasingly more bearable, and I admit, dashing. This one...well, there's simply nothing special about them. Anyone who witnessed Lord Leviathan's TSL Quiz last year can attest to the fact that they were all coerced into these contracts. Honestly, the human should be ashamed.

You stop there, your throat constricting in response to your rising panic.

"...oh fuck." Hearing the wobble in your own voice, you swallow thickly and sit up from your bed. Exiting out of Dreaddit, you hurriedly delete the app and set your DDD face down on your bed, tripping over your fallen sheets as you scurry out of your room. You need water, or anything really, to stop you before you start spiraling.

You make the short trip to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass with shaky hands.

It doesn't take a genius to infer that you wouldn't be the most popular person in all the Devildom, but the pure vitriol of the subdreaddit had been a higher dose than you anticipated. Truthfully, the focus on you was the least of your worries.

You shotgun the glass, the cool liquid gliding down your throat and easing the tension that had started to build.

You admit you and the brothers still hadn't fully sorted through the emotional muck that releasing Belphegor had unleashed. You felt assured that your pact with Lucifer was mutual, but Leviathan, Mammon, and the others took precedence in your mind. Did they really feel that way?

Trapped?

The pit in your stomach, persistent and pernicious, prevents you from returning to your room to wallow in your worries. Instead, you pass through the now empty dining hall and open the door to the music room.

The grandiosity of the room isn't lost on you. The gold detailing, polished to perfection, reflects your shaken image. You take up so little of the room, and yet you are suffocated by it.

Shuffling over to the piano, you drag your hands softly over the keys, each muffled note bouncing around the room in short bursts. For a minute or two, you loom over the instrument, dragging out each note, trying to sort a melody from the emotional medley consuming you.

For the outcomes that had transpired the year prior, you were certain you had no regrets. The hatchets had long been buried - at least that's what you led yourself to believe, wrapped up in the arms, and roped into the plans, of your lords once more. The sacrifices and secrets of the past were all to mend a family in danger of falling apart. And yet...

You crash your fist onto the keys, rolling your knuckles into a harsh trill.

The nagging guilt you had thought to have laid to rest creeps up again, coiling tightly around your heart. Its weight drags you forward until your forehead presses against the dark wood. It cools your skin, flushed from the few tears you'd allowed to fall.

You had been reckless. Dived into matters that long existed before you ever did, took the mantle of master of the seven lords, and yes, deceived them to do so. The many times they have attempted to wrong you in the past is not lost on you. But, in the end they are demons, and you are no devil.

You strain to lift your head from the wood and turn to face the mirror beside you. You scoff at your own pitiful appearance. Surely, Dreaddit would have a field day if they could pick you apart now, crying over the grief of your own guilt. Without your lords, you know, you are weak. What good is unbridled power without belief in oneself? You stand proud in a world you were not born to wander because of their faith in you, your dear seven pillars. The thought that you have wronged them wounds you deeply. If they ever came to ha-

Abruptly, you slap your cheeks against your cheeks and stand up from the piano bench. It would be unfair, in the face of your regrets to be so bold as to assume their feelings. Regardless of the past, they have taken you in with open arms, adopting you as part of their family. You are here now, with room and board because of their desire for your return and continued stay.

After a deep breath, you pad over to the large windows stretched across the back of the room. You take in the foliage that surrounds the manor, and chuckle to yourself when your gaze happens upon Cerberus taking Belphegor for a walk. You are so happy, that he is here and whole, that their family is here and whole. You are so happy, yet feel so terribly guilty that you sob deeply into your hands.

You startle as the door to the music room is thrust open.

"Darling, are you in h-", Asmodeus stands in the doorway. Even with his hair in slight disarray, he is gorgeous. The panic in his voice, in his eyes, tapers off as he takes you in. In its stead, bleeds in worry.

"Oh, dear." Softly, he shuts the door behind himself.

Desperately, you wipe at your eyes. It's no use, the puffiness and ragged breath would quickly reveal your miserable state to any being. But you try, and try, and try.

He emerges before you, but still, you hide your face in your hands. Asmodeus's own hands reach for your arms first, but only his fingertips graze you as they test how you respond to his touch. You freeze, but don't step back. The thought of rejecting his touch, even when you feel so unworthy, is agonizing.

"I had wondered where you'd wandered off to." His hands move downward, fingers coming to dance across the expanse of your waist.

Knowing you cannot hide forever; you sniffle and rub at your eyes one last time. You're not ready to meet his eyes, so you don't. You occupy yourself with his hair, hands coming up to push back the soft strands that had fallen out of their usual place. You two stand like that for a moment: the moon casting an ethereal glow on his champagne hair as your fingers coil into its thickness to ground yourself.

The moment cannot last forever.

Fingertips press against your jaw, gently guiding you to face him. You want to run and hide, not bare to him this weakness. Not in the music room, and especially not on a Friday night. Or was it Saturday morning by now? You haven't a clue how much time has passed. Yet, you stay, drowning in pools of light orange that plead for your attention.

"I called, several times might I add, but you didn't answer!" With the dramatic flourish you've come to adore, he sighs and blows away the fringe that has fallen into his face from your ministrations. You try to bow your head, avoid his disappointed gaze, but he holds you firmly in place. His face inches closer, you two nose to nose as he whispers against your lips, "I was soooo worried."

The faint whiff of demonus on his breath lets you know Asmodeus had gone drinking after dinner tonight.

"I went to your room as soon as I got home, but you weren't there." You reach up and press your hand against the one he leaves curled around your jaw.

"Mo," Your heart clenches as tears begin prickling at his eyes. An uneasy and desperate expression you haven't seen since that time overcomes him.

"You left your door open", his cheek presses into your other palm as it moves to cup his cheek, "your sheets were on the floor and your DDD was just there on the bed. Levi said he hadn't seen you since after dinner-" His own sniffle interrupts him, and although you feel you haven't the right, you unfurl his hand from your jaw to press a grinning kiss into his palm.

Your Asmodeus, such an emotional drunk.

"I'm ok."  you whisper against his skin. The pout he forms cues you in on the fact that he heavily doubts that statement. His free hand trails up from your waist to trace the tear stains covering your cheeks. You can feel yourself tremble and will yourself to remain strong for the both of you right now.

You are not the only one laid bare tonight.

"Please, don't leave us,” his head lolls forward to rest on your shoulder with ease. You sigh, threading your fingers through his hair in soothing motions.

"MC," he whines into the junction of your neck and shoulder, "I can't lose you again."

"Mo," you gather him into your arms as much as you can, hushing him tenderly as another whine escapes him, "Asmodeus, I'm here."

His arms wrap tight around your waist, pulling you flush against him as he mumbles, "MC, promise...no. Pinky promise me you won't go! That you'll stay here forever with me." He rocks against you, swaying you both side-to-side.

Forever?

"A-are you sure-," he attempts to pull back from you, a noise of protest escaping him at your lack of immediate reassurance, but he quiets as your hold on him tightens, "are you really sure that's fine? Could you bear me forever, despite everything?"

You realize as his hands smooth themselves up and down your sides, that you were already shaking.

You know these worries have no place here. This should be a conversation when emotion has not fully overcome the both of you. But nothing is perfect, and nothing is planned when it comes to him or any of his brothers.

 "...bear you? You think you're a burden upon me?" Asmodeus's wounded tone affects you more than you care to admit. It strips you of the willpower to stop him as he pulls back from you a second time.

You try to stutter out a response, but you can't deny it. Asmodeus cocks a hip, expecting a response, but you look away from him. How selfish you are, you think, to have once again made the matter about you. That train of thought doesn't last for long, however. You quickly whip your head back up to face him as an unmistakable oppressive force creeps over the music room and caresses your spine. All at once, discord strikes as random notes are ripped from each instrument. 

"Sweetheart~" 

Asmodeus is smiling, but dread washes over you as his glamour begins to shimmer and shift.

"Come on, don't ignore me! Who put such a silly thought in your pretty little head?"

His true form pulsates beneath, ready to burst in response to his building annoyance. Glimpses of his wings, wound tight as they flicker back and forth reveals his worry. This display isn't to intimidate you and now would be a good time to say something to appease the demon. But it's embarrassing to admit to the fifth born that complete and utter strangers, demons whose opinions shouldn't matter when you have his attention, have turned your thoughts to the worst.

"Hmm, should I go have a chat with Levi?"

"N-no! It has nothing to do with him."

"No?" Asmodeus's form seems to settle as you finally respond. Only brief flickers occur as he moves past you, sitting on one of the chairs placed in front of the window.

"Then, why is my precious little human in tears?" 

You take in a deep breath. He will not let this go, and you are too tired to form a believable excuse.

"I'm just overthinking, Mo. Really, I'm going to be ok."

"Ah," Asmodeus's eyes crinkle softly as he catches the weakness in your statement, "but you aren't ok now." He motions for you to join him on his lap, but instead you take the seat beside him, leaving the table as a barrier between you two.

He hums to himself, and before you can register it, he sits himself on your lap and threads his fingers through your hair. Replicating, you realize after a long stretch of silence, the pattern you had used on him just minutes before.

"Don't hide your lovely face from me," he whispers against your ear, fingers curling around your jaw again, encouraging you to face him. When your eyes meet, his soften.

"What is it?"

"I.." You begin, but he stops you, clicking his tongue as your gaze starts to trail away from him.

"Mm-mm," when your eyes are firmly focused on him and him alone, he lets out a light purr that rumbles against your shoulder, "there we go, eyes on me."

"Mo, are you really ok with things as they are?"

"Well," he grins at you, shimmying in your lap, "this view is fine for now. But later I'd rather admire you from my bed."

You scoff at his attempt to lighten the mood when he knows you are being serious, but feel your cheeks flush, nonetheless.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean, darling?" You gulp as his pupils begin to constrict into sharp slits.

"You aren't implying that I'm unsatisfied with you or our current standing, right?" To any untrained ear, his playful lilt suggests a question. However, Asmodeus's tightening grip on you solidifies it as an accusation.

"No, no," he lets out a sickeningly sweet coo, "certainly you understand that your place is beside, over, or under me."

As you sit stunned by the possessiveness that floods his tone, he presses a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"And you will go nowhere else."

"I-I-" Of all the brothers, Asmodeus had teased you the most with being something more than whatever this situationship was. But how does anyone respond to such a forward declaration - from the Avatar of Lust, no less?

"Oh, sweetheart," Asmodeus adjusts his grip to delicately cup your face with two hands, cooing at you as you tremble more under his touch, "my favorite human is never a burden. Hmm, if you keep having such ugly thoughts, I can't be held responsible for what I'll have to do to distract you. I'll fill your head aaalll with me and me alone, ok?"

"Asmodeus, I'm serious."

His eyes flash, and your heart flutters as a low growl reverberates from deep within his chest, "As am I."

Deciding to change tactics, you wind your arms around his waist.

"I'm not going anywhere, Mo. I don't want to be anywhere else." You rub his back gently in an attempt to reassure him and assuage his fears. You wait until his pupils dilate some before you continue.

"I'm happy here with you, with all of you. I just want to make sure you're happy too."

"Aww, of course I'm happy!" Asmodeus wraps his arms across your shoulders and rests his head atop yours, "I have our sweet MC all to myself tonight."

You sigh heavily, feeling the way he shivers slightly at the drag of your palm over his spine. He's backing you into a corner.

"I feel like you deserve better than me." His breath hitches, but he says nothing.

"I was...thinking of the past. I thought I had no regrets coming here, studying here, becoming Solomon's apprentice, making pacts with you all..."  You halt, feeling Asmodeus's nails dig into the fabric covering your shoulder.

"Yet, you regret them. Your pacts with us?" He hisses.

"Never!" You're shocked with the strength of your denial. With the way he jolts, you guess the finality in your tone surprises Asmodeus too. His head lifts from yours, gaze locking onto your own.

"I don't regret our pact, just the way it came to be." You expect disappointment, anger, even annoyance. But all there is, is Asmodeus's amused expression in response to the confession you'd fretted over the past who-knows-how-long.

"How so?" His knowing little smirk irks you just a tad.

"What do you mean, "how so?"!? I deceived you, all of you, to free Belphegor."

Asmodeus's shoulders begin to shake with laughter. Flabbergasted, you try to find words, but all evade you.

"Deceived the deceivers! Our little human, so powerful and persuasive." Asmodeus mocks, swooning in your lap.

As he finally quiets down, he swipes a manicured thumb over your bottom lip.

“Mm, was I not clear enough then? No one, not even Solomon, has ever made me feel as powerful as you do." His thumb presses down, parting your lips.

"I can't speak for my adorable brothers, but you wanted a pact, and I desired your power. We both got what we wanted and," a hand returns to pet your hair, "maybe even more than we bargained for?"

You snort in disbelief. Your demons, always keeping you on your toes.

"Yeah, something like that."

Asmodeus giggles, pressing a kiss onto your cheek this time.

"No need to get so worked up. Should I go to Lucifer to arrange a family meeting? If you're that concerned, we can take turns," his fingers glide down from your hair to cup the back of your neck as he whispers, "reciting the vows of our arrangement."

"T-that's not necessary, Mo! I get it!"  You squirm in his hold and pout. Always such a tease!

"You're SO cute when you're all pouty. But I've suffered enough tonight by your hand, don't you think?" He hauls himself off your lap and takes a moment to stretch in a manner that is all too slow and all too intentional.

You melt at the mirth swimming in his eyes and wonder why you were ever worried to begin with. Forever, was it? Forever has a nice ring to it.

"Oh, forgive me, dearest. However, can I make it up to you?" Theatrics, your shared love language.

"Well," he begins, giddy when you get up to follow him out of the music room, "a nice long bath together should be enough to soothe my aching heart."

"Not too long," you chide, "your breath reeks of demonus. You need to rest."

"Reeks?!" He squeals and you laugh.

"Aww, I get it. You're worried about me! Oh, I always knew we'd be a perfect match." Asmodeus links his arm with your own and tugs you towards the stairs. You resign yourself to your fate, you don't want to sleep alone tonight anyway.

"Mo." You tsk.

"Fine, fine. We both need our beauty sleep, but I'm keeping you to myself aaalll day tomorrow." You take the time to make sure he doesn't stumble over any of the steps.

"And what will we do then?" The scent of roses floods your senses as you both enter his room. It seizes you whole, fills your lungs, and leaves you entranced. It smells like Asmodeus's signature perfume.

It smells like home.

Asmodeus reaches into his dresser and pulls out a matching set of pajamas. "I believe movies and massages are in order." To your surprise, he also pulls out a matching set in your size.

 "Romantic comedies?"  You can't stop the grin that splits across your lips.

Some time ago, as Mammon and Leviathan argued over whether to watch action movies or a live action rendition of TSL, Asmodeus had curled himself into your arms. Hidden beneath the covers of your bed and in between a stolen kiss or two, he'd confided that drama had once been his favorite genre. But in your absence, romantic comedies had occupied his time. The loveable leads reminded him of you both and the endless joy your unique and unexpected relationship brought him.

"You know me so well~" Asmodeus purrs.

"That does sound nice." You walk over, taking the pajamas from him to set them side-by-side onto his bed.

"Of course it does," Asmodeus tugs your arm and you move to join him in his bathroom, "I always know what you like!"

You move his hands away as he tries to undress you. He pouts but acquiesces, turning away from you to undress himself and slip into the bath.

When you finish undressing, you turn to find him with his head tilted back on the tile and at peace. You admire him for a moment, thankful that such a stunning creature had opened his fragile heart to you.

He doesn't move until you sit beside him, bubbly water sloshing side-to-side.

"So, you'll stay?" His head finds purchase on your shoulder, fingers tangled with yours beneath the water. You lay your head atop his own, pressing a kiss to his locks.

"For as long as you'll have me."

"So," he kisses your shoulder in return, "forever?"

"Forever is fine."

A soft trill escapes him. "I'll be sure to take good care of you."

You sink deeper into the bubbles with a hum.

 "I love you." He murmurs into your skin. 

The warmth sinks into your bones and pulls you deeper into relaxation. You could fall asleep here.

"Hey!" You yelp at the little nip he gives your shoulder. “Tell me you love me too."

You laugh, picking up his head to push your foreheads together. The adoration in his eyes makes your belly all warm and fuzzy. You feel safe here. This is where you want to belong.

"Love you too, Mo."

#I've never called him Asmo 'cause Mo is cuter #also why tf doesn't he have a tail? #please a heart-tipped tail or scorpion even i just- #Solmare work with me here #y'all i'm so dramatic i'm sorry i was in my feelings for that second half #also this is my formal apology to mammon #i love him and he does not deserve this disreapect #canonically (read: in my head) he is the funniest brother and i'm claiming my bestie #maybe my next drabble will be mammon centered as penitencr for my crime #there are demons out there in your corner #somewhere #probably #just not represented in this fic #ok bye #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #reader x asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x mc #obey me lucifer #asmodeus x you #asmodeus x y/n #obey me belphegor #obey me cerberus #omomtrta

[tunastime]

2023 Writing Roundup!

Rules: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones you’re most excited about.

@bidoofenergy thanks for sending this my way! let's hope mobile formatting doesn't kill me <3

this year was pretty busy for me! I graduated uni in december, had a big project in january, started an SMP with some friends, moved out, got a new job and moved across the state, traveled a bunch, went to at least three other graduations... it was a lot! and I got a lot of writing done!

January

some ask game ficlets (here and here) with more tagged from the past few months!

Night Swims [Etho, mentioned Bdubs, 4746 words]

written for a follower milestone! follows etho post last life as he returns to his modded world and tries to make things easier for himself (and fails); an entry into the hot tea series!

Back Around [Etho/Bdubs, 6227 words)

the technical final entry into the hot tea series! etho returns back to hermitcraft after double life, looking to repair things with bdubs

prove to me that angels do love us (Scar/Grian, Pearl, 17203 words)

grian and scar learn to deal with grian's watcher tendencies, and each other. grian learns some new things about himself, and scar learns to love him. finished in january, but had been going before that!

February

official first chapter of SEN came out, in the midst of the sexyman poll. lots of personal fics and joke fics and gifts being written in Feb/Mar <3

March

On Life Series Season 4 [Jimmy/Tango, 1545 words]

jimmy and tango talk just as season 4 of the life series starts--speculation on what could and couldn't happen, and what memories might've followed them there

Let's Talk about Feelings [Etho, Tango, 1316 words]

etho and tango talk about their respective people in limited life, and how hard it is to talk to them

Promise I Held (Just Out of Reach) [Etho/Bdubs, 3788 words]

another entry into the coveted series of ethubs through the life series, cowritten by @oh-snapperss <33! bdubs and etho try to talk with little time on their hands during limited life

April

On the Wolf and the Canary [Joel, Jimmy, 3490 words]

joel and jimmy talk, finally, have a true heart to heart, after limited life. it's real sweet, somehow!

May

moving was the worst and also SEN was kicking my butt, also writing personal things!

June

listen man I just quit my job I had to keep searching

July

working hard or hardly working? (SEN drafting)

August

Close to the Heart [Tom/Ben/Harry, 3701 words]

a quiet morning for tom, ben, and harry. my first bangarry fic! posted in honor of the yogscast ship bracket.

Ficlet post that an anon asked for--throwback! [Etho/Bdubs, 993 words]

No Place for Strangers [Grian, BigB, 2333 words]

grian and bigb, both watchers, have a conversation near the end of limited life; it's an interesting conversation, to say the least.

September

no fics :( working for yourself is pretty hard man! also editing SEN!

October

Stretching Endless Night [Etho/Bdubs, 29740]

bdubs and etho pilot a ship through space on a return mission to their home. partway through, etho has an accident--a bad one. this tells their story of recovery.

SEN Fake Ending [Etho, Tango, Bdubs, 409 words]

the ending of SEN where etho and bdubs don't make it; a joke chapter that I wrote to exploit the Major Character Death tag on AO3 for one night

A Gear of the Heart, Turning [Etho/Bdubs, 2847 words]

an entry for @shepscapades' DBHC au--etho and bdubs in last life, trying to figure out their relationship and etho's 's deviancy. still.

Fake Fic ask meme [link to the first one! there were a lot hehe]

To Take A Slice of Twilight [Ben/Tom/Harry, 4594]

tom, ben, and harry explore the twilight forest in a world away from home. one of my first entries into the yogscast extended universe, assisted by @shepscapades and @myketheartista

November

Behold, Beholding, Beheld [BigB, Grian, 1285 words]

bigb talks to grian shortly after secret life starts--a look into bigb's watcher tendencies in another life series

December

Spotify Wrapped ask meme [link to the first one! there were several in that tag :3]

In the BG i've been working on SEN ranchers, a big dogs fic, and SEN docsuma! I published a total of 81,043 words ! what the hell. girl. um.

If i were to actually tally the amount i wrote this year it would probably be a good 30k more, since I have so much I wrote for just me, or just friends, or that isn't up to my publishing standard, or I can't post until later—all that stuff. Sometimes you write gift fics yk! fun stuff <33

thanks again bidoof!! I'm gonna tag my guys @oh-snapperss, @wren-kitchens, @hitheeprithee, and @stitchthesewords, as well as anyone who wants an excuse to talk about their stuff! (tag me in that!! I wanna see!)

have a happy near year y'all! much love to everyone who hung out this year <333

#text #fics #writing roundup #not many tags on this one but i was super proud of what i did this year!! #lots. LOTS got written! just not a lot published hehe #next year..... 200k >:3c #THANKS BIDOOF! sorry this took me so long i've been SWAMPED #hopefully i didn't forget anything!

[csavii]

So someone before I uh deleted my blog someone asked about my Oc's, I believe it was @ardienothesieno, if not sorry for tagging you my guy!

We'll specifically be looking into the New Constellations group in the order they were found and added in.

Starting with Gazing Within Stars (grey) and Whispered In Roots (pink)

Stars and Roots originate from the same local group, with him being the oldest and senior and her being the newer cheerful addition. Stars is like the sweet old grampa on your street who will listen to you ramble for hours, even if he doesn't understand what you're talking about. He gives great advice and encouragement to younger gens, helping and talking them through their frustrations with the problem and their ancients. Roots is very peppy and upbeat, never getting deterred or tired of working on the problem, due to Stars influence on her she tends to not dwell on past mistakes or hold onto the anger and negative feelings her ancients left her with after ascension and makes the best of her circumstances. After their original group had collapsed and it was just the two of them, she was to one to offer the idea of looking for iterators in the same situation as them, trying to get Stars out of his depressive state and working again. Eventually he agreed and they soon found another stranded iterator.

Longing Etterath is an early gen 2 iterator, due to poor placement of the rest of his group, they collapsed and went offline some time after the ascension. Etterath was not notified due to having his communications turned off and once he bothered to check in on them, that's when he realized they were gone. Etterath wasn't to thrilled to join a new group, but Stars and Roots were persistent and Etterath eventually caved joining them (begrudgingly). Over time he warmed up to them, talking to them often and with less insults over time. Once he had decided that they wern't completely useless distractions he agreed to help look for other iterators with them, if only doing the bare minimum so he could go back to diverting his resources back to solving the problem. It wasn't to long till he stumbled across another iterator, much to his displeasure.

Saturns Foley is a late gen 2, his communications with his group were shut off by his ancients once they departed, though he wasn't aware of this and thought his group had cut him off. It didn't phase him though as he is a bit chaotic at times and figured he was too annoying. He gave up on the problem early on, deciding on observing the natural fauna around him and indulging in music and movies his ancients left behind. When Etterath contacted him he was quick to spam him with messages, excited to be in contact with another iterator after so long (and also info dump to some one). He instantly hit it off with Roots, exchanging memes and photos of scav pups and slug pups. Stars fell victim to many of his ramblings or theories about the Void but enjoyed listening none the less. Foley ended up being the main one to scan the radio waves looking for other iterators when he found a distress call from the final member of the group.

Waves Upon Open Skies was built in the middle of the ocean, she's a later gen 1, so their wern't too many iterators during her first cycles and therefore never had a local group. Due to her being built so early in the ancients overlooked the fact that the ocean waters would rise with every new iterator built, damaging her structure. While her ancients were alive it was manageable, but they departed without every fully fixing her structure causing it to start to flood later on. Her structure was built differently than other iterators so she was able to manage it for a time, but once she had began sending a distress signal she knew it was only a mater of time. Upon joining the group everyone was concerned for her well being, but she had assured them she had made peace with her situation, and would only like company for whatever time she had left, along with forwarding her iterations to Etterath who assured her he would work on them since she could not. She often watched movies with Foley and guided Roots through tougher projects. Stars constantly monitored her conditions and helps her find ways to stretch her time with them.

Anyhow, those are my blorbos! Sorry for the big info dump, but also not sorry cuz I remember the ask giving me permission to ramble so y'all will just have to trust me on that lol

#rw #rain world #csavii art #rainworld #rw iterator #iterator oc #LE #WIR #GWS #SF #WUOS #gazing within stars #Whispered in Roots #Longing Etterath #Saturns Foley #Waves Upon Open Skies #csavii rant

[devondespresso]

WIP Wednes-eekend: Summer Challenge Edition 

tagged by @stobinesque​ 💕💖💞 Im not sure if the summer challege edition is like. specific to your fics or not so oopsies if it is

The Rules

Post the file names of up to 5 of your WIPs for people to send you asks

Post a snippet of one of those WIPs

When people send you an ask with the name of one of your WIPs, write 3 lines of that WIP.

(Optional) Post the lines you wrote.

You can send multiple requests especially since this is going on through the weekend!

Also feel free to send as many as you want, im gonna devote my free time to this anyway so your just directing the adhd energy to a specific section

WIPs

Since I’m planning on just going wild on my Steve Henderson AU for the foreseeable future and I’m doing a lot of jumping around in it, I figured i’d list different chapters I’m working on as the wips (I also just really wanted to share chapter titles early because i put a lot of effort into making these meme references relevant and i think theyre funny) So in no particular order but definitely chronological because this is just chapters 3-6.5:

1. Get yo fucking dog, bitch (It don’t bite) (YES IT DO)

2. What the fuck kinda dog is that? (Bitch an interdimensional dog)

3. “Lab Work Ahead?” Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does

4. There’s one thing worse than a demodog (Boom) A Billy Hargrove (Actually yes)

5. ✨Bonus Chapter (Dustin pov): Can we go to the tunnels (*slamming*) Can we please go to the tunnels

Snippet

this ones from chapter 3 aka Get Yo Fucking Dog, Bitch

They pulled up to Steve’s again, this time into Steve’s garage connected to the front of the house. Steve hopped out, running over to unlock the door and crack it open. Dustin was still in his seat, looking around the room. Impressed with the house: a reaction that King Steve usually found validating but now made Just Steve uneasy.

Steve went over and knocked on his window before crossing back to the other side and opening the backseat door. Dustin turned around.

“You have your own garage?”

He nodded, putting two bags in one arm and grabbing a third.

“C’mon, are we in a rush or not?” he joked. Dustin climbed out, still distracted.

Steve pushed through the door, catching it with his foot before it could bump into the wall and waited for Dustin who was balancing three bags of his own.

They turned the corner and he set the bags on the kitchen island, Dustin still absently taking everything in. It took a few trips, but eventually they got all the meat on the counter, leaving the pasta and dry groceries in the car to save time.

“Alright, you start unloading stuff and I’ll find us some buckets or something.” he said, setting the last bag down and heading back to his garage, “And do not touch the knives until I’m back.”

“Dude, I’m twelve, I can hold a knife.”

“Just don't start without me, okay?"

"Five minutes and then I'm raiding your knife block."

Tags

hiding the tags down here because i definitely rambled too much up top so (no pressure ofc) @blushweddinggowns @spicysix @wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart @lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus @eriquin @marvel-ous-m 💃🪩🕺

#steve harrington #dustin henderson #steve and dustin #dustin and steve #stranger things #wip wednes-eekend #??? #wip wednesday #wip weekend #also #anti billy hargrove #just in case yknow #i don't want anybody complaining over the title about billy here #anyway explainations of the title references because being out if the loop sucks: #ch 3 is just verbatim a vine by the kid that puts objects on his head #ch 4 is a reference to 'what the fuck kinda bug is that' 'bitch an eyelash bug' #i think its megan thee stallion but im not sure about the original conext i just got it from meme osmosis in a yt video essay #ch 5 is ofc ''road work ahead'? uh yeah i sure hope it does' #ch 6 is basically the same but demodog and billy hargrove are obv changed #and in the original the person saying 'a _' is wrong but in this they're actually right #a far too complicated explanation just to avoid typing a word i don't want to but i hoping its just common knowledge #anyway ch6.5 is referencing the vine 'can i get a waffle? can i please get a waffle' while two employees fight behind the counter

[moregraceful]

Fic ask meme for Nick Suzuki/Cole Caufield: 9, 10, 12 (or any combination of those three)

oooh juicy thank you!!

9. what is your favorite fanfic for the fandom?

I have not read anything in the tag sadly...no summary has really piqued my attention whenever I look. (which is RICH coming from someone whose summary style is like two out of context sentences and half a line of dialog from midway through the fic 😩)

10. what song do you associate with a ship?

I went digging through my spotify to try to figure out what song I had on repeat while writing Fragments because I cannot remember -- but I could not figure it out which means it was some deeply cringe Christian rock song DD: let's say Superposition by Young the Giant bc those two are so king and lionheart coded: Superstition aims with imprecision / but when things into place, superposition / in any universe you are my dark star.

12. favorite hc for a ship, character, etc.

omg. I actually do not hold very many headcanons abt players bc I'm just like, the true self is unknowable, what is man but a series of alternate universes unto himself. I'M INSUFFERABLE. I will say, while trying to convince myself I couldn't write Fragments, I semi-reworked my BOY KING au to be abt Nick -- the whole premise is what if there were LITERAL hockey gods and they had abandoned the city of Montreal. Nick is still captain obvs (the boy king of Montreal) and Cole is his right-hand man bc Cole has a direct line to the hockey gods. and they were not fated to fall in love but they fell in love anyway and it was like in direct defiance to the chessmaster-hockey gods. the whole thing is about how the present and future is out of Nick's control because hockey is fundamentally imprecise and ruled by chaos and chance and how everything hockey players do is just part of an incredibly fucked up lineage. It was WAY too much of a passion project to gift to someone else, and in this case particularly too Catholic-coded with a Buddhist touch to gift to my Jewish friend, so it exists half-formed in a planner, waiting for me to untangle the threads...

tl;dr I need to write more of them, because they are clearly not exorcised from my head. My headcanon for them is that they continue to exist in my head, echoing like music in the distance, haunted and in love--

#every fic i have ever written was written while listening to one single song on repeat. due to the attention disorder #and usually i have a pretty strong memory of that song just by looking at the fic #but i CANNOT remember what i was listening to while writing fragments #very high chance it was robbers by cold war kids or count on me by needtobreathe #bc the song on repeat is usually cold war kids or needtobreathe lmfao #again i have the taste of a 45yo american dad #i have so much work to do tonight and i am tired and i don't want to do it so i am answering asks!!! #thank you for sending this ask...i love thinking and talking about nick/cole. my small angry sons who are so in love.... #cage replies #dragonsthough101

[vhgr]

*    knowing  your  partner  well  can  potentially  make  writing  a  lot  easier,    repost,    do  not  reblog.

                                           meet the mun.  — basics

NAME:  dorian PRONOUNS:   he/she/they i genuinely do not care PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:  here or discord SINGLE / TAKEN: single

— three facts

As a kid I was curious what dish-soap tasted like so once I mixed it with my grandma's coffee sediment to taste it. It tasted exactly like I thought it would

I once stopped watching a film half way through for like two years because a single barely a minute long scene made me bawl my eyes out. It was a good film.

I once taught myself the alphabet from HTTYD because I was obsessed with the first movie.

— experience

I actually started with self-inserts, as was the fashion of the times, outside of tumblr. From there it went to ocs and then one day in 2017 I figured I really wanted to watch all the marvel movies which led me to write canon muses (specifically i've attached myself to a certain trickster) and from there it continued as such between canons and ocs. I'm actually trying to write a book (and have many other ideas stored for later) which I'd assume counts as writing experience as well. However roleplaying is what has taught me to get into a character's head and take it apart, even if it's not a character I've made up.

— sub-genres

fiction?? why would anyone that doesnt write fiction be on t idk

— plots vs memes

depends on the case. sometimes memes give out sparks and plotting smooths it out

— long or short replies

i like short replies (i believe some call it scriptive??) when it comes to crack-esque or otherwise non-serious interactions. otherwise depends on the thread, the plot of it and how much we have to work with but i always try to write at least 300 words.

— best time to write

it really depends on my mood. motivation knows no time limits in my case. although i think i feel freer at night?

tagged by: @wcrriorhearts thank you<3

tagging: @dastardlydaemon @gcldencrownofsorrow and whoever else wants to do it 🤲

#ooc . #this was more difficult than necessayr #i just go blank

[dalpingu]

ask meme!! who would have thought 

tagged by @englishsub :3€ thank you for bringing 2015 back the world is healing 

three ships: (stares into distance) it’s been a while since i last watched anything that gave me ship brainworms, But. vi/caitlyn (arcane), wen kexing/zhou zishu (word of honor), and ed/stede (our flag means death) are still and always relevant. oh and songhwa/ikjun (hospital playlist) because. They

first ever ship: the first fic i remember reading was...........link/zelda...in german.....the first ship where i was actually aware i was #shipping was probably ichigo/rukia from bleach. wheeze

last song: “winter solstice” by black hill! little ambient late night vibes (it is 5 pm)

last movie: the girl with the dragon tattoo! went into it honestly not knowing much so i wasn’t prepared for how graphic some scenes were going to be. solid filmmaking that keeps you engaged and great performances (took me at least half of the movie to realise rooney mara plays the lead since i’ve only seen her in carol before) but i wouldn’t say i actually enjoyed it

currently reading: still making my way through “H is for hawk” by helen macdonald (which is phenomenal but pretty heavy!! i need to pick up again eventually), and i’ve got a few new f/f novels lined up now hehe :3c wonder who got me those 

currently watching: nothing, but i really want to give “the leftovers” a try!!! just have to figure out how because HBO and germany are not friends :~)

currently consuming: choclety...the chrimble stash won’t end 

currently craving: there was this incredible pasta + eggplant dish i had years and years ago at a restaurant in grenoble. no idea where, no idea what exactly it was, but i still think about it sometimes. it was so good

tagging: @vworp (if you want!! hehe)

#personal

[motherofmabari]

CHARACTER SONG MEMES TAG

Game Rules: Choose one of your characters and list songs that fit them.

tagged by @gvnseylike 🥰 thank you!

I went a lil ham, and this is edited from a longer list lol. These are, of course, all for my beloved Gemma Hawke.

The Weight - Amigo the Devil

I am the weight this town / Is never gonna lose / It's been awhile since I've held anything / As close I have you / They'll write about our story here / For years to come / Maybe even more / 'Cause there's never been a love like this before

Walk Me Home - Pink

Tryna stand up on my own two feet / This conversation ain't comin' easily / And darling, I know it's getting late / So what do you say we leave this place? / Walk me home in the dead of night / I can't be alone with all that's on my mind / So say you'll stay with me tonight / 'Cause there is so much wrong going on outside

We Can Build a Fire - Autoheart

Who in their right mind did you think you'd find / Standing behind you / your guardian angel? / Don't be ridiculous / man up / this is it / We can build a fire / I am not a liar

Trapped in a black case / dignity misplaced / How good is your poker face? / We're gonna need it / No more little boy / to survive / we destroy / We can build a fire / We can build a fire

Bad Reputation - Joan Jett

I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation / I've never been afraid of any deviation / An' I don't really care if you think I'm strange / I ain't gonna change

Already Gone - Autoheart

If you're already gone / Can I have / Just one last / Moment to say / I love you / I understand / I do

It's the way you push your shoulders back / And puff your chest / As proud as a robin / It's the way you never back down from an argument / It's your God-given right to be right

Welcome to the Family - Avenged Sevenfold

Why won't you listen? / Can't help the people you're missing / It's been done, a casualty rerun / Welcome to the family

I try and help you with the things that can't be justified / I need to warn you that there is no way to rationalize / So have you figured it out now? / So have you figured it out? / You can't win this fight

Liability - Lorde

The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy / 'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore / And then they are bored of me / I know that it's exciting running through the night but / Every perfect summer's eating me alive / until you're gone

Confessional - Janet Devlin

Holy water on the tip of my tongue / There's so much sin for just 21 / Hear my penance and all I have done / This self destructive war I've won / I've come out from under / To die another day / And though the honesty hurts / The crying was worse / Now tell me I'll be saved

And I'm gonna tag @oxygenforthewicked, @becauseanders, @telumendils, and @nonbinarywardenamell, if y'all have time and desire to do it ofc, and anyone else who wants to! 🥰🥰🥰

#OC Song challenge #Gemma Hawke #amigo the devil #Pink #autoheart #joan jett #avenged sevenfold #Lorde #janet devlin #My girl is under a lot of pressure and suffers from extreme survivor's guilt #But she'll be damned before she backs down from a fight when someone needs her help

[justanotherghostwriter]

Hi Twin! Here you go for the ao3 wrapped asks: 6, 17, 20, 30 please! Sending love!

Twin! Hello! Thank you for asking questions <3 I answered 6 and 30 in another ask, but I'll copy and paste the answers here for easier reading for you :'D Hope you're doing well!

6. Favorite title you used

The letter W, I found out this evening when reviewing the title of my fic for the year.

I don’t like writing titles, actually; they’re the most difficult part of writing for me, in many ways. And with so few fic to choose from, this was a struggle for me to answer. If I had to choose one of the five fic... We Saw a Spark. Even without knowing the song reference, that line speaks a lot about hope and the sudden striking of new things that could be dangerous, yes, but could also bring light.

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

You know, I sat with this a long time trying to figure out if I enjoyed Katara or Zuko more this year. It’s like choosing between my children. xD I think I’m going to say Katara because 1) I’ve done it more and stats speak, right? And 2) the space I was in this year really leant itself to writing Katara with my heart in deeper ways than I ever have before. Especially in We Saw a Spark which was (and will be, when I get back to it, eventually lmao help) a bit of an exploration for me of parts of the need to help others to deal with pain. The good and bad and un-lable-able bits of that response. I never went through Zuko’s coping mechanisms, per se, but Katara’s are a lot more familiar to me, at their core, if not in their actual outworking. And that was something special to do.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Here I am to drag myself fully. The actual work of mine I’ve re-read the most is A House Built With Many Stones (ATLA, gen) which was written in 2020. I will fully admit I love the scene of Aang and Zuko and the big reveal so much that I sneak back there to relive it. Also Suki and Zuko friendship. And then I lie there and imagine what I would have done if it were a Zutara piece and —

The piece from this year I’ve re-read the most was probably We Saw a Spark, but that’s because I wrote it all out of order and on my phone in bits and pieces and I needed to quadruple check for errors and the reminder of what on earth I was trying to get at weeks ago in the line to the bank, or whatever. It’s still less to get through than Atlas, which I’ll only re-read to empathise with what I put my poor readers through ;)

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

That I didn’t finish any of the event fic that I swore I would be done by their deadlines? No, honestly, We Saw a Spark somehow gained chapters and is months and months overdue. I’m Pikachu surprised meme that, wow, breaking my self-vow never to post something before it was complete ever again led to me ghosting my own fanfic. I guess I’m just really living up to my username in ways I never, ever expected.

Less cheekily, the biggest surprise is always the feedback. The love in the comments and the tags and the bookmark notes. The recs. The fanart (thank you <3). I hope I never stop not expecting it.

Ask me AO3 wrapped questions.

Fic from 2022:

Atlas: Rebuilding (Zutara)

Dog Days (Zutara)

We Saw A Spark (Zutara)

What Goes Must Come (Agent Carter)

While the Music Lasts (Zutara)

#Askbox Answers #About My Writing #Northern Twin #Also fun fact for you: had some time today #so I was planning on answering asks and reading and doing some writing #instead I answered some asks after re-watching ep 13 and 14 of Dr Romantic AGAIN #Guess where I'm going to read and cry right after this

[jordex]

11.12.2022

Finally logged back onto Tumblr for the first time in years. Have no idea what’s gonna happen to Twitter so figured I’d check back in before folks start abandoning ship lol.

A few immediate thoughts upon my return:

It looks like the last time I was active here was before transferring to IC. I logged on a few times sporadically while in Ithaca, but clearly not very much. There’s a few FEH memes (so def 2018/2019, very infrequent), but lots of RP/fanfic stuff (pre-2016), so quite the time-skip. Interesting.

Gonna have to go back in and customize my theme at some point.

Might need to change my username too. It’s still Jordex, definitely a dead handle now.

Going through my inbox and reading past conversations I had with friends and moots.... very strange and nostalgic lol. 

Not sure what Tumblr’s culture is like now (if it’s changed at all), but I’m gonna keep an eye on it maybe, especially if folks start to migrate over here from Twitter. 

Gotta get to bed, though. It’s past midnight. Though it’s a three day weekend, I’ve got a D&D session at 10am (lmao) and I wanna hit my leg day workout before the session, so yeah.... 

Interesting to reflect on how 2022 Jordy is so different and altogether the same as the ‘Tumblr era’ Jordy... which spanned somewhere between 2009-2015 probably. It covered all of high school, all of my time at Flo (first college I went to), and pretty much stopped shortly before I graduated from Flo and transferred to IC. What an interesting time period of my life to be encapsulated by Tumblr, haha.

Anyway, to bed I go. Gotta try to get a decent sleep if I wanna kill my workout tomorrow. Night night. 

PS: As I’m finishing typing this, I’m just now remembering that I had the #me tag to document some of my ramblings and selfies... I’ve yet to peruse that tag, but I’m very nervous to. Worried I may have vented or shared something embarrassing, so I’ll have to check that out tomorrow. Oof. Dreading that lmao. Gonna have to cleanse that tag before I share my Tumblr with my friends.

#me

[galaxyglitchchic]

Coming back from Hiatus

So I've been away since technically 2022. Sorry about that. I am busy trying to graduate and filling out applications. I haven't been engaging in a while (i.e., not posting, not engaging with others, creating, etc.) but I have been viewing posts from time to time. So from what I've gathered from the limited time I've been on Tumblr recently... The GOT/HOT fandom somehow got even worse and are going through their own Civil War at the moment. Once again, Targaryens on a whole different level that fucks up the rest of the show. The fans certainly don't help the situation. Lord of the Rings getting rebooted AGAIN????? Avatar the Last Airbender Live came and went as quickly as I expected. I don't intend on watching it though...

SOMEHOW???? Ninjago is still going strong with new seasons and shows!??? At this point, the ninjas got the 1000 yard death stare and probably causing new generations trauma.... Also, people freaking out over Cole possibly being gay??? Whatever happened to ship whoever you ship as long as you don't be a dick to everyone else? Personally, I always thought the dude was asexual or bisexual but relationships were the last thing on his mind.

MCU and DCU are practically dead but their shitty movies keep respawning and kill the franchise at the same time. Haven't seen Barbie or Oppenheimer but the memes were alrightish...Also Ryan Gosling at the Oscars was the only thing memorable to me this year... Everyone freaking out over the solar eclipse??? Also I still haven't figured out how to remove tags that I put in my search bar for others to use.... I'll try to think of more things to post.

#Ninjago #game of thrones #house of the dragon #oscars 2024 #barbie #oppenheimer #hiatus #update

[ironwoodcollective]

☕ 👻 🎵 🪐 🔦

For the system asks! (Had to include Rowan's sign off, of course xD)

So sorry this has taken me a billion years. I don't tag well enough anymore and I kind of forgot I posted that meme, so I went spelunking through the depths of my blog. 😅

☕️ Switching is honestly kinda fuzzy for us. It's weird because sometimes it's very fast and very certain. Other times the realization that we switched like half an hour ago smacks us upside the head when we least expect it.

👻 Yes! Some of our IRL friends we talk to via Discord a lot have learned to spot switches via speech patterns. Angel is the most obvious about it.

🎵 Oh, that's a fun one. For the Helluva/Hazbin fictives, pretty much anything their sources sing. But also "Starships" by Nicki Minaj for Angel and Bee. For Firekeeper, "Dance With the Wolves" by Ruslana. For Bard, "Heathens" by Twenty-One Pilots and "South Australia", which is a traditional sea shanty. For Freddy, "Chemical Worker's Song", a protest song from the era of unionisation and safety regulations being written in blood. He's been obsessed with it.

🪐 Our headspace is pretty big. It's a forest, surrounded by mountains on three sides and an ocean on the fourth. It's a very dense forest, but there are a lot of buildings, like a big city. No roads, though. It kind of looks like someone just dropped a bunch of buildings in the woods. We've got a clearing right outside of frontspace where headmates will often gather. There's a big ring of stones that they'll lounge on. Frontspace is a room that kind of looks like entirely greenscreen. One whole wall is viewing out into the outerworld. The opposite wall is the veil between frontspace and the innerworld.

🔦 So that's a funny story... I was going through a really difficult time. I was out of work, my health was a mess, I couldn't afford food, basically just really shitty time. Well, I had met a couple of other systems and had kind of adjusted to that. Which to Firekeeper, our guardian, meant it was now fine for me to know about everyone else. So she just... showed up. I spent several months trying everything I could come up with to banish spirit attachments. After nothing meant to get rid of a malevolent entity worked, I started trying to figure out what this was and what it wanted. And eventually somebody pointed out to me "are you sure it's not an alter?" Sure enough, it was an alter...

#plural system #system #meme answer #The being at a really shitty point in my life is relevant because we tend to split easily during stressful times. #So there were more people showing up. #Angel formed around then.

[layingeggs]

Watched Night of the Living Dead then Dawn of the Dead and finally Day of the Dead. Fantastic films superb. (Some spoilers but I'm not going to spoiler tag films made before I was born.)

Especially love Bub from the last film. Triumph for Bub. Praise for Bub.

It is endlessly fascinating to me that it took decades for Pontypool to get into the memes of zombies when zombie films have been talking about zombie memes since the beginning!

And of course we needed to have two films first where the minds of the zombies are unexplored before we finally have a third film really get into it. Makes it feel more special. I feel that zombies are less interesting if everyone has their own gimmick to 'improve' or 'redeem' them for being old slow monsters.

Bub is the one who escapes in the end. Bub is the one who breaks off his chains. Bub is the one who went from being a mindless zombie to gaining insight and awareness of the world around him, king of the wasteland! He's the only zombie we see in these films express empathy. We see him wailing and banging his chains at the sight of his dead father-figure Doctor Logan. The idea of a zombie who can mourn is endlessly fascinating on its own! Not only that they can empathise, but that they can understand life and death! Aren't they removed from that by being zombies??

And you have John telling Sarah the real solution to the problem of zombies. It's not to control them. It's not to cure them. It's not to understand them or overcome them in any way. Just get away, get somewhere safe and live a good honest life, and have kids and raise them to do the same.

Well we never see John and Sarah actually have kids in the end do we?

But we see Dr Logan have a kid! We see him raise Bub up into a fine man! We see him teach him to shave! We see him impress upon Bub the importance of calling your auntie once in a while!

Logan's plan to "domesticate" the zombies actually worked. But Bub isn't just tamed. He's independent. Living a life for his own purpose. He's lost his father figure Dr Logan and so he lives for revenge!

That moment where Bub kills Captain Rhodes is wonderful, isn't it? When Bub shoots him dead, and then salutes him? What was that salute! Was it just Bub following through the motions of what he remembers from life? Thoughtlessly chasing signifiers without any idea of what they signify?

Or was it a kind of mockery? Was it Bub declaring his triumph over the man who killed his family? Bub mockingly giving the salute to a man who was insulted at having received it?

We know that Bub is aware that other people think of him, and we know that Bub wants other people to think of him in a certain way. When Bub first broke his chains, he used his mind and not his strength to do it. And the first thing he does is go to Dr Logan to show him. When he finds Logan's corpse, before he has realised that Logan is dead, he holds up the loose chain and he has an expression that resembles smiling. Look! Look what I've done! Praise me! Praise me!

Maybe Bub is just acting on the instinct to pursue a reward food from the human he knows to give out reward foods. But why would he think that breaking his chain should get him a reward? When you have a dog or a cat tear up the sofa, they don't usually try to show you what they've done, on the hope that maybe you'll like it and give them treats for it.

It's almost as if Bub understands that it's shows of intelligence that get him reward. Which is at least more aware and discerning than just performing actions at random and seeing which ones get the desired reactions.

Whatever became of Bub? Do you think he was reunited with Dr Logan eventually through the zombie infection? Do you think Bub got fed up with Logan losing his intelligence, and had to "domesticate" him right back? The parent becoming the caree, the child becoming the carer?

#George Romero