#°��✧❀ ❛ bring brother back... ┊ in game verse. ❀✧˖°

[ednaeflowers]

cont.  ❀  @pocketfulofgalaxies

In any other situation, she would've whacked him for that remark—but this. This. Really? ❛  But it's a dog,  ❜ she replies flatly, gesturing a hand towards it. It barks at them while it sits obediently on the ground, watching them and wagging its tail curiously. It's also conveniently sitting in the middle of the thin path they need to go through to reach the inn where everyone's waiting for them. ❛  Actually, it's not even a dog dog. It's a puppy. What 'gentleman' is scared of puppies, Wimpbo?  ❜ He deserves the name upgrade, honestly. Did he let her go first just so she can be his shield? Not without some fun, she won't be. ❛  Well, go ahead. Since you're very capable, you shoo it off.  ❜

[etherealrin]

ཐི♡ཋྀ TOKYO'S DARK KNIGHT?

tw: death + violence // fem reader, somewhat follows canon // wc: 1.1k

batman!rin is tokyo city’s very own tortured and brooding crime-fighting vigilante. he lives a double life: a wealthy international football superstar by day, hero operating in the shadows by night.

batman!rin was never too fond of his parents but was close to his brother sae. they’d spend hours in the backyard which sae had convinced their parents to turn into a soccer field, playing around. they were both on school teams together. rin is ten when he’s suddenly orphaned—his entire family murdered—so he’s left alone with no one but his eccentric uncle, a certain ego jinpachi, to look after him. oh, and he inherits the entire itoshi fortune, as well as the family mansion.

batman!rin who only starts liking horror movies and video games after the tragedy. he oddly finds solace in the gore-filled scenes, it fills him with a sense of peace. the weeks directly after the death of his family, rin would find himself battling insomnia; exhausted but unable to sleep. he'd put up some random horror flick and eventually doze off to the sounds of manical laughs and shrill screeches. if the midnight noises had ever bothered his uncle, ego never mentioned it.

batman!rin who, for years after the loss of his brother, wishes he too died that night. the world was too empty without sae, and he couldn’t bring himself to pick up a soccer ball again. why couldn’t it be me and not him? he’d sob to himself—sae had always been the better one; more likeable, and he’d actually had a goal to live by.

it’s uncle ego who convinces batman!rin to take up football again, saying that sae wouldn’t want for his younger brother to end up lukewarm. so rin does, vowing to become the world’s best striker in honor of his elder brother.

batman!rin who isn’t yet batman until he’s fifteen. it’s a dark and foggy night, rin’s just ready to leave football practice and head home. but then he hears the screams and an all too familiar scene flashes through his mind. no, he couldn’t just ignore the fact that somebody was in danger—he wouldn’t let another kid suffer what he had. and so he pulls his hood over his head and rushes to the scene, where an elegantly dressed woman is obviously being assaulted. the assailant is armed with a knife, but rin has a soccer ball. the crook’s head is no match for a dead-on collision with the sturdy ball going at an insane speed, and thus he’s knocked out. rin, face concealed in the ill-lighting, makes sure the lady arrives to her home safely before calling the police to the scene and returning to his own residence.

batman!rin who, on the walk back, spots a lone bat in the sky. as if a sign from the heavens. batman, he thinks. suitable; he’d like to remain alone and anonymous if he were to keep this business up. after all, it would complicate his football career if he were to be found out.

so batman!rin turns to the only person he can—his uncle. and ego doesn't bat an eye, even offering to help him, he was apparently well versed in becoming a “superhero,” not that rin really regarded himself as one. in his eyes, this was just a small form of vengeance and justice for his family. he designs a simple mask covering all but his mouth, and that night, batman is born.

batman!rin who technically drives illegally. a sixteen-year old probably shouldn’t be behind the wheel of a vehicle such as the batmobile, but he refuses to be chauffered around by his uncle, plus it was fun. it’d been over a year since the first evening he saved someone, and batman was now known across tokyo: a masked individual who was shrouded in mystery but undoubtedly good.

rin meets you as batman for the first time after realizing that the joker had planted a bomb in his high school. that maniac was putting hundreds of lives in danger, and curse him for deciding to provoke batman in broad daylight! so maybe rin had disappeared from math class, and everyone assumes he's just cutting. which isn't inaccurate, he's quite literally deciding which wire to cut from the bomb planted on the roof. and he’s almost there, sweet taste of victory on his lips, until the joker himself shows up. all hell breaks loose—everybody is running in different directions, there’s more than one fire across the buildings—and batman!rin is at the center of it all, facing off against the green-haired psychopath.

batman!rin has his nemesis right there, in his grasp, but then he hears you scream. the joker smirks, it’s the obviously meant to be a diversion. of course he’d have some kind of secondary trap planted where a student might’ve tried to escape. its a moral challenge and rin has to make a decision right there; save someone he doesn’t know and let the joker escape, or…?

batman!rin is gone in a flash, leaving the joker to his own devices. the moment you scream again, rin hurriedly follows your voice. he finds you, all but surrounded by a wall of flaming rubble. your hair is dangerously close to being burnt.

“don’t worry. i’ve got you,” he tries to soothe you as he saves you from the ring of fire, carrying you in his arms while shielding you with his own body. his suit was fireproof, after all. he realizes later that he forgot to pitch his voice deeper.

all the while, your stomach is bursting into butterflies because what the hell—batman was holding you! and you can’t help but think that batman’s voice sounds pretty young. somewhat like a teenager’s. in fact, it bears some semblance to the moody boy with dark black bangs, who sits next to you in math. who coincidentally disappeared right when the joker showed up.

if his suit weren’t so thick, batman!rin might’ve been worried that you’d hear his erratic heartbeat. no, he wasn’t flustered by the physical contact, he was just nervous—huge difference! he asks if you’re alright. you reply shakily that you are, but he insists on taking you straight to a hospital in case you went into shock. rin’s staring at you for a bit longer than necessary as he drops you off from the batmobile, he swears he’s just making sure you’re really fine! he doesn't catch how your eyes linger on a soccer ball he'd left somewhere in the backseats of the car, along with miscaellaneous horror comics.

when he drives away, batman!rin realizes that you’re the pretty girl who sits next to him in mathematics, and remembers how you always offer him gum or snacks; a small gesture of care even though you and rin weren’t really friends. you’re a good person, he decides.

somehow, you both have the feeling that this isn’t your last meeting, but rather, it’s the beginning of many more to come. perhaps the gears of fate had selected you to unravel the secrets of tokyo's dark knight.

a/n: @lizbix @ohagiyo @wonubby...enjoy!! thx for the motivation LOL i had a bit too much fun here! lmk if anyone wants a part 2…

ılılılılılılı now playing: consume by chase atlantic, die for me by chase atlantic, too many nights by metro boomin

masterlist!

[slxtarchive]

❛❛𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞?❜❜ — 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐦’ 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰

ᥫ᭡ … chris was never afraid to show you affection in public. no matter what anyone thought he loved being up close and personal with you. he needed to be touching you at all times. his brothers teased him about it but he didn’t care.

you and him were at a party hosted by one of la’s known influencers. you had arrived and been with each other the whole time. he would talk with some friends and mutual but he still stayed right by your side refusing to leave you.

one of your favorite songs came on while you two were just enjoying each other company. “oh shit this is the song that played on our first date remember? when we were driving on sunset? you were rapping the lyrics very sexily.” you tugged on his shirt.

he looked down at you nodding. “oh yeah… i remember tjay.” he agreed with a big smile resting on his face. “c’mon sing it with me.” he said setting his cup on a nearby table.

the dance floor was already a bit crowded but not too bad to where you both couldn’t move freely. he grabbed a hold of your hips nodding his head to the song as more people joined the dance floor.

he smiled looking at you as he said the lyrics. “who is he?” he mouthed, shrugging. “motherfucker i’m him.” you laughed at him nodding to the music as well.

the beat dropped and everyone was belting out the lyrics. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pointing in the air as he rapped the lyrics along with the crowd. everyone in the room went wild as did you two.

he hugged you and sang with you, both of you just vibing. “whos gonna give you lovin’ the same as this?” he looked down at you practically serenading you. “a-game girl, girl i bring that shit.” his facial expressions on point.

his hands gripped yours turning you around and hugging you from the back as he belted out the lyrics. “he been real every since, i know you been tense. i know we ain’t had a conversation in a minute.” he then turned you back around grabbing your shoulders, then face, then waist bringing you closer to him. “but you know what they say, if it ain’t broken don’t fix it. its clearly not broken, it’s just so unfinished. i feel like my new bitch was just your apprentice and we just got into it, here comes the ending.” he rapped smiling down at you.

you wore a huge smile as you could barely hear his voice over the loud base and noise of the crowd — but he continued. “you said this shit would happen girl, that was your prediction.” he kissed your lips once. “said i’d never find no one like you and i shoulda listened.” and again. “who you fucking with now, is that any of my business?” and one last time. “whoever it is may not be finished.” he sung with his eyes closed theatrically.

“but—” he licked his bottom lip and began to sing the chorus again. “already got someone that’s what you tell em’ every time.”

he held onto your waist with one hand singing along with the crowd. his hand up in the air going along with the rhythm pointing out. then, a more relaxed part came in and he serenaded you once again. “i hope you still feel the same way. don’t say the same shit to me, you’ll never change. oh yeah.” he sang. “i said it once girl, you so fine! can we do it like old times?” he brought you closer inches away from you singing the rest of the verse. “ayy thinking shit like who’s out there fucking you? and who’s keepin’ you comfortable?”

the whole crowd hummed along to the music before singing out. “did i make you fall in love again or nah?” he smiled down at you. he sang along with the singer, how they hummed and harmonized.

they all waited until the beat dropped again. “i’m so different. nothin’ like them other—” they sang out, the volume increasing since everyone seemed to know this part cause of its popularity. chris looked down at you again, “you so different. nothin’ like them other bitches. nothin’ like them other bitches. nothin’ like them others bitches, true.” he kissed your lips softly before finishing the song.

everyone cheered and went along with the next song that played. you giggled at what just happened. “you’re so cute.” you shouted over the music.

he blushed looking away and shaking his head before looking back at you. “not as cute as you, baby.” he said grabbing your face and bringing your lips to his. it started of slow and continued increasing with passion.

you pulled away giggling as he tried to connect your lips again. “stoppp.” you cheekily squealed with a smile on your lips. “everyone’s gonna stare!”

he brought you back in hands on your waist. “don’t care.” he muttered against your lips before connecting them once more and stronger this time sliding his tongue in your mouth slowly. your back arched as he towered over you dominating your mouth.

you two made out for a good minute before pulling away. you felt hot and dizzy. “you’re so fucking beautiful.” he muttered against your lips pecking them one more time.

you gulped harshly, feeling yourself become a little needy. “wanna go home now.” you whispered hoarsely in his ear.

“fuck— me too.”

© 𝐬𝐥𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞

[midnightshindig]

Ahhhhhhhh why are you so good at embodying the characters when you write??! (Teach me👀)

This has been on my mind for awhile, but Mark x platonic ride or die bestie headcanons. I just feel bad for him yknow? Home boy/girl/babe is ready to rock the next enemy’s ****shit**** if they make things a smidge stressful for him or his loved ones. But is also simultaneously very considerate/sweet in their own dumpster-fire way. No matter what dimension, what decision, what future, they’re there because they care. Oh imagine them being like an older sibling figure to Oliver or later on Uncle/Aunt figure for Tara!

Thank you for your time - hope you’re doing well 🫡✨

Mark & Bestie!Reader

Okay so here's where I tell you all my shameful secret:

I had one of those etsy accounts where you pay to get a letter from a fictional character in middle school...

I made like over a thousand dollars with it before deactivating it for school reasons. and that's how I'm so well versed in getting into character. Is I used to get paid to do it.

My one tip is to-- obviously-- understand the character. But not from their perspective, from YOUR perspective. You have to get it and find a way to be them that is still you or else it's too unnatural and you feel cringe

ALSO IDK WHAT THE FUCK A TARA IS BUT I WILL SMITE YOU. Please no comic spoilers <3 (/nm)

anyways hcs under the cut!

Mark was a pretty feeble dude in high school pre-powers

and William-- as a scrawny gay kid-- can only protect him from so much

Which is why when you-- tall ass feisty ass chomping-at-the-bit Y/n-- came into his life, you clicked instantly

It was a classic case of Muscle and brain

except you were both Mark's protector AND his geography tutor

sooo.... idk what Mark really brings to the table

I'm kidding I'm kidding!

you and Mark are absolute homies and you're so happy to have met him

....

especially when he GETS SUPERPOWERS???

All those years of you beating down cruel jocks and trash talking snobby snoots have finally paid off

because now this 18-year-old dweeb owes you like basically a lifetime of free flights to wherever

ohhhh and you abuse this power SO much it's not even funny

"Mark, I feel like Pizza-"

"Oh no..."

"In Italy!"

"This is the fourth time this month!"

"Chop chop, super boy."

Not to say you're using him, though

you're still the same gung ho supportive riot you've always been

When Cecil is getting in Mark's space and business, you're the first person up from your chair to bark at him to

"SHUT THE FUCK UP"

Like "Mark dude I really don't like you taking orders from some politician snob. He's bad news."

and he'd come to an "I told you so moment" with you in a few years.

But you never hold it against him.

Mostly.

You're also one of the only people who Mark listens to when he's wrong

"I'm not leaving Eve!"

and you fucking kick in the door like

"Mark- your eight year old brother is out there ALONE and DEFENSLESS against MURDEROUS YOUS. Debbie is who knows where and if you don't take the fight to them, they're going to bring the fight to you with my head on a stick." You jostle him and shove him by the shoulders

Mark, frazzled and annoyed "no! I'm not leaving her-"

"Shut the FUCK UP." You stop, holding him sternly "Eve is going to HATE YOU for this. Get the fuck out there and let me handle things here." your face softens "I'll make sure these pigs don't touch her."

Powerless though you are, this brings him enough comfort to agree to go back to fighting

Eve can't thank you enough for this when she wakes up weeks later

Mark has a lot of power imbalance issues

it's good that he has someone so staunchly opposed to him who loves him so much

but you're not here to corral Mark into what YOU want him to do

for example

"Y/n, I don't know what to do, Cecil won't stop using D.A Sinclair and Darkwing- but they're murderers! How can he expect me to just work with them?!"

You took a long sip of your sweet tea, perched comfortably on your gaming chair

"I mean, I don't know, Mark. They seem under a tight leash, and doesn't everyone deserve a chance to make up for what they did?"

"Ugh- not murderers. Not guys like that." Mark is conflicted, folding his arms

You spin in your chair casually "I think you're dead wrong, but if you want to storm the capital and fuck up Sinclair yourself, I'll back you."

Mark nods in appreciation, his soles hitting the ground when he didn't even realize he was floating

"Thanks, Y/n.... I appreciate that."

"You know it, man. I'll overthrow a government for you any day. Your powers, my smarts-"

"Yyyyyou have a C in physics-"

"Ah ah aH! HONORS Physics. For second years. In college. and I'm what?" Mark opened his mouth to answer before you cut him off "I'm a first year! So blah blah blah YOUR superpowers and MY smarts." You took another drink of sweet tea "We got this."

You're the only person Mark really trusts to babysit Oliver

Since you're the only person Oliver is too scared to disobey

like not that you beat the kid or anything

you're just intimidating

He sees how you boss around his older brother- his whole WORLD- and he's like... damn gotta get in my pjs and brush my teeth before 8 ig

But you're pretty lax with him

"Hey Oliver, wanna go to the skatepark tonight?"

He's like bouncing on his toes all excited "yeah!!"

"Okayyyy but you gotta eat your peas and fly me there"

so he eats his peas and you get the hilarious visual of an eight year old holding your hands as you dangle helplessly in the air

he's literally too little to hold you any other way lmao

Mark never knowssss

Oliver is in bed by the time anyone gets home

and you're on the couch flipping through and prank calling every telepalm reader in their yellow pages

"Oh hey, you're home!" with a big, mischievous ass grin

and then Mark joins you on the couch and prank calls hella telepalm readers with you

You help him not lose his teenage boy-ness

and he needs that

so

so desperately

[ednaeflowers]

Edna snorts. What kind of dork gets his jokes from books? A Meebo, that's who. The remark is at the tip of her tongue, but she figures he already knows what's in store for him by volunteering to continue talking, even going as far as to attempt a second ( equally-bad ) joke. That alone tells her how much he is willing to do for her.

Although it was... a truly lame joke, the sentiment actually cheered her up—so this time, she will be gracious enough to let him have the punchline. Just this time. They'll be even with this. She just hopes the dough is ready soon because it sounds awfully torturous to sacrifice her sanity for food, palmiers or not. ❛  I don't know. What do you call them?  ❜

༶♡༶ Damned if he does, damned if he doesn't. There was truly no winning with Edna. But he still tries, every single time. It was in his own way proof of how much he cares about her, even if they seemingly bickered all the time. ❝Lailah is not rubbing off on me. I read it in a book! Let me think of something else.❞

༶♡༶ Truthfully he could probably use his seraphic artes to help the dough chill faster, but that might backfire and he doesn't want to risk messing them up. So he'll do it the proper way. ❝What are a pair of banana peels called?❞

[plumbley-bee]

Ok, I was only very loosely into the dsmp back in the day. My friend liked it so I checked it out but I became a fan of ranboo more than anything and then got to a point where I haven't watched pretty much any "streamer" for a long time. But I've watched Tubbos videos on this whole situation while at work (except for the 5 hour vod but I'll get to that tomorrow) and I started rewatching the vod of him and Dreams conversation they had tonight on the way home and I have things to say.

As someone who was raised alongside a self-proclaimed narcissist and "chronic gaslighter", it is so obvious to me that Dream literally is trying to play every tactic in the manipulation book, AND HE'S NOT EVEN THAT GOOD AT IT!!

My brother gaslite and manipulated people (mainly me) for fun my whole childhood. That's something he admits to. I'm well fucking versed in the kinds of tactics those kind of people use that I'm at a point where I start critiquing them in my head because my brother was so good at it that it makes the people who aren't just look stupid.

And Dream? The only tactic he seems capable of relying on is deflection and ignoring the topics Tubbo is trying to address entirely.

Every. Single. Time. It goes; Tubbo asks a question, dream talks himself in a circle and goes off on tangents that aren't actually what Tubbo asked, and then Tubbo drags him right back to the point and doesn't let him get away with his attempt at gaining control of the conversation with his deflection, brings up the point he was ACTUALLY MAKING AGAIN, catches Dream off guard with a valid point, which causes Dream to be off balance because his tactic didn't work then leading him to ignore the point Tubbo made because he KNOWS Tubbo got his ass and there's no way for him to respond without looking like an ass. Then he deflects again and starts ranting about things that are still not relevant to what Tubbo is actually saying.

So far, I'm about halfway through, and it's just been that. Over, and over, and over.

It's.

Laughable.

The amount of times I was able to point out his poor attempts at trying to make the conversation go his way on my drive home from work today got me cackling.

Personally, I think going into this Dream got way too cocky at the idea of hashing this out on stream with Tubbo because he underestimates him and always has. I don't think he was prepared for Tubbo to be as clear and collected and informed as he was, and I think it threw Dream off his game. I hope he's so fucking embarrassed because he comes across as utterly pathetic in comparison to Tubbo during their whole interaction.

[pixiesfz]

ohhh would love a rivals to lovers for teagan if you're up for it x

oh hell yes.

bruins suck t.m x r

plot: you are the leading striker for USC and you can’t help but catch the eye of your rivals goal keeper

warning: none atm but we will see

“You are a legend!” Jane cheered, jumping on your back, followed by others as you smiled yourself.

You had scored the winning penalty for the first UCLA verse USC match of your senior year, your yell of joy being clouded by smoke from the cold night weather.

The game had been at a deadlock 1-1 from the first half, neither team having a ball go into the net into the second.

USC were a bit more competitive than UCLA, your coach was a bit tougher and he had been worse since you came back from the last season.

This game was very important to you, whereas it was an opening match for the Bruins.

Your teammates finally got off of you as UCLA started to line up for hand shakes, with a giddy smile on your face you went to the back of the line.

Happily you shook the hands of the UCLA girls knowing they knew you were the girl that secured your win.

You also knew them, at least the seniors sharing some smiles until you reached the end to their goal keeper.

Teagan Micah.

With you a striker and Teagan a goal keeper you knew eachother faces, and a face she had.

You would never ever admit it though, she was thick and through UCLA and you were USC.

Your mother, father and brother hand gone there and you were finishing the legacy.

“Good game y/l/n finally got it into the net”

“At least I got it in when it mattered”

Teagan smirked, she loved working you up after a game, Win or loss

You knew what she was doing, you always did but you let it happen knowing it made her feel better a bit about herself.

“You guys going out to celebrate?” She asked and you looked back to your friends who were laughing around, your coach watching from afar, a smile nowhere near his face.

“I uhm- I think so” you said, your eyes darting between them and Teagan “You think so?” She asked and you nodded before realising you were speaking nicely to the opposition

“What you tryna get an invitation?” You asked with a smile and she shook her head “oh please a night with you I could only imagine where that would lead us”

“Not in your bed at least”

“Oh so you suggest yours?”

You rolled your eyes “how many comebacks you got in that head of yours?” You ask and she smirked again

You wanted to kiss fight that smirk off her face.

“Depends how many insults you got” she said before both of your names were called out for interviews “Just remember who won tonight Micah!” You yell on your way to your smiling team.

“I don’t know what I enjoy watching more you and Teagans relationship or you winning the game” one of your teammates perked up as you rolled your eyes

“Bruins suck”.

You all went to a local frat party that night meeting with some of the UCLA girls that you tolerated, rolling your eyes when you saw Teagan walk in behind them.

“Jessie why’d you bring your dog” you said pointing at the girl who smiled “I think you’re forgetting your in my college”

You rolled your eyes and looked at Jessie who shrugged “sorry” You wrapped your arm around her “It’s alright just keep her on her leash”

“I heard that!”

“You were meant to!”

The party was already in go when you all arrived, your game going later than usual and your friends waiting for you to get ready as you liked to take your time.

Teagan joined you and Jessie quickly after, both of you relatively shorter than the Australian.

“You look nice tonight” she said and you smiled “and you look like you just showered and grabbed the first thing in your closet”

“Sounds about right, are you trying to impress anyone?” She asked, Jessie dropping from under your arms, not being able to bear the tension.

“Well matter of fact I’m a girl with needs so yes” you replied smugly “who?” Teagan asked “anyone who manages to get me to like them, I’m a picky girl”

Teagan scoffed “So I hear” she started “You break all the pretty girls hearts over at USC” you laugh when you reached the door “let’s just go inside Micah”

With a free day of school and training the next day you started strong with your teammates, bruins girls not too far behind you.

You found yourself talking to a girl you forgot the name of as she talked about her basketball she had the next day.

“So if you’re off would you like to come watch?”

“Sorry Kazza she has plans unfortunately” a voice popped up from behind you before you felt the voice wrap her arm around your waist.

“Oh uhm sorry Teags” she stuttered before turning to you “maybe next time” she told you and you nodded, anger bubbling up for the girl beside you.

You watched the girl walk out of sight before you rolled your eyes, turning around and grabbed the Australian by her stupid dress shirt.

She let out a surprised moan before allowing herself to be taken by you, only to find herself thrown into the pantry.

“Wow you are stronger than you look” Teagan said with a smile

“Well am I angrier than I look” you deadpanned and the Australian stepped back “Oh cmon I was saving you, that girl humps more people than a bunny”

You stepped closer to her “Teagan I am under a lot of stress right now and I just really wanted to fuck someone I honestly didn’t care who!” You told her, whacking her on the chest after which she laughed at.

“Oh do not laugh at me as if I haven’t seen you talking to other girls at the party” you scoffed and she waved her hands in surrender “Oh so I got your attention now?” she smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Teagan” you groaned, leaning into her, your head hitting her chest as you felt the vibrations of her small laugh, making you smile, unapologetically getting used to your position as she used her hands to stable you on your waist.

You fell into a comfortable silence, both of you enjoying the embrace, something you had never done before with each other.

You felt the urge to stay there forever.

“Y/n?” Teagan said and you looked up to see her staring down at you a different look in her eyes as you both seemed to sober up.

You both stared at each other, almost analysing every freckle on her face before you stared at her lips, meeting back to her eyes as you saw her look down at yours.

“Teagan?”

Your voice was sweet, heaven to the Australians ears as you were asking for permission to which she nodded at, squeezing your body tighter to hers.

You lifted your hands from her chest onto the back of her neck before you both lent in, it felt like a thousand years before your lips met but when they did it felt like fireworks.

The snap in your tension from all these years had broke as you moaned into the kiss “fuck” Teagan whispered as you pulled on her baby hairs.

Your hands scratched up and down her back as her hands travelled around your ass, squeezing it hard, smirking into the kiss as you let out a whimper.

Pulling away to take a breath Teagan looked down at you.

“Should we go to mine and help this little stress problem of yours”

[gosmigenergy]

A VISIT FROM THE EASTER BUNNY

( Triple Frontier Boys x F!Reader )

Summary: You surprise the boys with an Easter Egg Hunt but will they find them all to claim their prize.

Warnings: Mentions of Food, Mentions of Drink, Language, Nickname/Pet Names, Anal Toy, Biting, Marking/Love Bites, Oral (Female Receiving), Fingering, No use of Y/N

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3.1k

Author’s Notes: What’s Easter without a Bunny-verse story? Hi, yes, I disappeared, sorry about that, it will happen again... Admittedly, a lot happened in the space of a month and I'm on holiday rn.

“Hey! I said no peeking!”

Will leaned against the doorframe as you clutched an egg close to your chest, balancing on top of a footstool.

“I’m just letting you know I’ve put away any breakables.”

You deliver him a sideways glance, “It’s not going to get that bad.”

He chuckles at hearing how you emphasise ‘that’, you seem to be forgetting about the night at the arcade. In fact, he realises you’ve never seen the other three in friendly competition, if you could call it friendly competition.

“You know how competitive my brother and Pope get?”

“Yeah but you and Frankie will balance it out, right?”

This was going to get out of control.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

There he was, ever the gentleman.

“I’m good, thank you.”

“Alright,” he says, lifting his body from the door, “You gonna be ready when we get back?”

There’s still a decent pile of eggs in the box on the floor, the cute gingham dress you hadn’t put on, the surprise you were hoping Will hadn’t found in your bag for the week. There was so much left to do, so little time when it came to your boys wanting to see you.

“Can you make a detour?”

His eyebrows raise, “That’s gonna cause suspicion.”

You flutter your lashes.

“Now, how can I say no to that face?”

Smile broadening, you giggle as he approaches, his palm sliding across your lower back. He gazes up at you longingly before you bend down and softly kiss his lips.

“Be careful.”

“I will,” you sigh.

It didn’t fill him with confidence, you weren’t incredibly clumsy but you sure picked your moments. The time you stubbed your toe in the middle of the night and screamed like a banshee was ingrained into his memory, mostly because you scared the shit out of him.

“I’ll give you a heads up when we’re coming,” he pats you on the ass.

“Thanks, babe.”

Then he leaves, the jostle of keys in the distance before the door opens. Once you hear the lock click, you drop down from the footstool and drag it along the floor, the egg’s destination had to move because Will had the memory span of an elephant.

You heard the boys before you saw them, the rowdy conversation barely muted by the heavy wooden front door. Perched on the armchair, you fluff up your hair and smooth the fabric falling over your thighs.

“You’re late,” you exclaim as they flood through the opening.

Will shrugs, “You said to make a detour.”

Standing up, you fold your arms, purposefully pushing your boobs up.

“What about your Easter present?”

“We don’t need chocolate, baby, you’re sweet enough,” Benny smiled.

Except you looked anything but, you didn’t spend nearly three hours hiding eggs around Will’s place to not have them play the game. The scowl you deliver has the four of them sharing a confused look.

“What did you do?”

“I dunno.”

Frankie played with the peak of his cap, “You need to apologise.”

“I think it’s too late for that.”

Santiago noticed your eyes narrowing.

Will locked one arm around his brother and another around Frankie, leaning the pair of them close to his chest.

“Look,” he said, “Bunny worked very hard to do this for us.”

“Do what?”

The question perks you up, bringing the smile returns to your face much to their comfort.

“An Easter egg hunt!”

Benny and Frankie wrangle their way out of Will’s hold whilst Santiago groans, he hasn’t done one since he was about five.

“What’s the prize?” Benny’s smile widens.

You raise an eyebrow, “What do you think?”

There’s a brief moment of calm before chaos ensues.

Frankie scrambles to get ahead of Benny and up the stairs, Santiago heads to the office whilst Will casually strolls to the kitchen.

“Call ‘em out,” Santiago yells.

Benny found the first, “One!”

“Two,” Frankie’s next, “Three.”

Your body loosens and you take your place back on the armchair as the numbers keep coming through the rest of the house. From the distance, you can feel Will’s eyes on you, watching as you fold one leg over the other yet there’s something in your movement that isn’t right.

You glance to him.

“I hope you know what you’re in for.”

You thought you did but now, you can’t be sure.

After you put all the time and effort in hiding them, the boys found nearly every single egg in twenty minutes.

“Sixty-nine? Is that a joke, Bunny?”

“No,” you say sweetly.

There was still one undiscovered, you were patiently waiting for them to figure it out. Santiago was hovering in the hallway, eyes growing dark.

“Where is it?”

“That’d be cheating.”

“How about hot, cold,” Benny suggested, “who’s warmest?”

You play along, taking a look at each one of them.

“Frankie.”

He plumps his lips as he plans his next move before taking a step forward.

“Warmer.”

Next he steps to the left.

“Colder,” you cock your head.

He huffs, striding right next to the armchair.

“Hot.”

He ducks behind, his broad hand tucking behind the cushion.

“Not so hot.”

When he returns to you, you flutter your eyelashes at him. His hand twitches as he brushes the curve of your shoulder, fingertips grazing your neck. You feel the heat rise to your chest as Frankie’s hand, painstakingly slow, travels south.

“Flip her over.”

The two of you flinch, forgetting you were in a room with the others.

Santiago’s attention goes to Will, eyebrow arching and he doesn’t even have to comment before his old comrade responds.

“Call it intuition.”

There’s a second where you manage to prepare yourself before Frankie grabs your hips and rolls you over. The short cut of your dress lifts with the force and he catches it out of the corner of his eye, something white and fluffy. He tugs the fabric over your ass, revealing the bunny inspired butt plug.

They groan in unison.

“What? The plug’s egg shaped.”

Frankie swats your ass, “Now, that’s cheating.” 

He crouches down to your level, pointing a thick finger and you can’t help giggling. His straight expression cracks as his smile widens.

“You gonna pull it out?”

Frankie glances over his shoulder to Benny.

“No,” he says gruffly, “she’s the Easter Bunny.”

You shake your ass a little however the temptation is too much. Benny growls, bounding over the couch to try and catch you yet you move quicker than he’s seen before. Squealing, you whip passed Santiago, who barely flinches, leaning further into the wall when Benny comes charging after you.

“I’m too tired for this,” Frankie flops into the armchair, tossing his cap to the side. “Lemme know when they’re done.”

He rolls his shoulders and sinks into the seat before he closes his eyes, the sound of the chaos ensuing somewhat soothing.

There’s thunderous steps as the pair of you run upstairs, the laughter and playful taunts slightly muffled. Will and Santiago smirked at each other as they listened to your footsteps move from the guest room into Will’s room and back.

Will was actually thinking about how nice this was, the house loud with happiness, filled with the people he loved who he’d happily cook a meal for tomorrow except it was short lived.

The series of heavy thuds from the staircase moved him, Santiago and Frankie from their positions.

“Why does Fish get your bottom half?”

Your head lulls in Benny’s lap, “Because he didn’t try to break his favourite part.”

Frankie growls, eyes narrowed in Benny’s direction, as he plants his lips back onto the red hot area of your ass. You tried to ignore how the sensation travelled through you, settled warm into your core.

“It wasn’t my fault.”

It wasn’t, it was more your shoes having no grip to blame for the injury you sustained but now that you were over the initial shock, you were going to milk this for all it was worth.

“But I was trying to run away from you.”

Benny sighs exasperated, taking your chin in his thumb and forefinger so you look at his face, riddled with guilt.

“How long’s it gonna take til you forgive me?”

“Until I get what I want.”

His smile grows wide, a quiet chuckle from his throat — not long then.

Santiago was on the sidelines, patiently waiting for the right time to attack.

He watched as Frankie’s broad palm slowly strokes a line from the curve of your ass and down your thigh before heading up again. This motion would calm you, settle you into a false sense of security except you’d gradually be getting wetter, your arousal pooling and sticking to the inside of your bare legs.

And that was when he’d make his move.

“What’s the plan?” Will inquired, the glint coming to his comrade’s eye.

Santiago bided his time, wandering over when he was sure you were about to fall asleep between Benny and Frankie, who still lazily soothed your skin.

“Enjoying yourself, honey?”

You hum, “I should fall down the stairs more often.”

His eyebrow arches, “Don’t do that.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Benny could see his brother moving into position. He kept his mouth shut, glancing to Santiago whose eyes flitted to Frankie, they had to get him move somehow.

“Fancy another beer, Fish?”

His head lifted sluggishly, sulking as he reluctantly removed himself from you. He saw Benny’s eyes dart from Santiago to you, the faintest twitch of a smirk on the corners of his mouth and Frankie’s brows unfurled.

“I’ll get ‘em.”

“Aaaaw, I was comfy,” you grumble.

He got himself out from underneath your legs.

“I’ll be right back.”

But without him snuggled against you, it felt empty, the chill of the spring air dancing over your skin. You use Benny to lift yourself up, slumping into a seated position with a huff, your scrunched expression aimed at Santiago.

He remained pokerfaced.

When Frankie came back, he placed two cans of beer on the far side of the coffee table. The boys remained silent and before you can utter a word, he and Benny move swiftly. You complain as they each hook an arm under your knees and bring them to your chest, their upper bodies trapping arms.

“What the hell?!”

“We haven’t had a prize yet, Bunny.”

Santiago looked at you hungrily, seeing how your pussy contracted at the rasp in his voice even though your dress almost covered it. The temperature rises from your chest, tingling as the heat spreads across your cheeks as he steps closer, your body shrinking into the couch cushions.

He takes the hem of the fabric in between two fingers and slowly peel it back so your glistening cunt is fully in view.

“Francisco got you all worked up, huh?”

You hated how flustered he made you, “I guess.”

It came out small, caught in your throat as more eyes fell on you. You couldn’t see Will yet you knew he was somewhere behind you, the hairs on the back of your neck raising.

Santiago’s fingertips teased your inner thighs, the sensitive spot involuntarily spasming as his middle finger skimmed over. He gradually comes to his knees, kissing your right knee before creeping closer and closer.

There’s movement either side of you, Frankie dragging his slopping nose over your shoulder, his patchy whiskers catching on the elastic. Benny was squeezing a hand between your frames, his fingers making easy work of the buttons that hide your breasts from him.

His distraction made Santiago’s lips locking around your clit just as sweet.

Your head flopped back as a satisfied sigh escaped your parted lips, eyelids growing heavy. You heard the movement behind you, a kiss coming to your forehead.

“How you doing there, Bunny?”

“Great,” your eyes open fully, “you here to claim your prize too?”

“Of course.”

Smiling, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, suppressing a moan as Santiago sucks on you gently. You can’t help but lose yourself in the moment, allowing your eyes to fall shut, your head lulling to one side.

Will takes the opportunity to latch onto the crook of your neck, teeth grazing before he eases the pain away with a lick of the tongue. Benny had unhooked every button, peeled away your fabric confinement so your breast could breath and he could nuzzle into your flesh. Frankie trailed your décolletage, sinking deeper into your skin, kisses growing sloppy.

When Santiago relaxed his jaw and started to suck, you entered absolute bliss.

The shiver shot up your spine, your chest releasing a quivering groan that only encouraged Will to tuck himself underneath your jawline, his platinum beard scratching your skin.

“Fuck.”

Santiago released your clit with a pop, tongue flattening against your entrance, lapping up your spilling juices. Your chest ebbs and flows with every lick, heartbeat quickening as the boys become more ravenous, teeth nipping, sinking further.

As another moan passes your lips, Will catches it in his own mouth before taking your breath away. You fight for dominance though against them, it’s always useless, his tongue already pushing into your mouth to intertwine with yours.

There was a quick glance between him and Santiago, a cryptic message exchanged.

Will deepens the kiss, a hand coiling to hold the back of your head steady. Santiago’s tongue pushes through your outer lips before engulfing your clit, immediately sinking in a couple of fingers into your entrance until they disappear up to the knuckle.

He drags them back, purposefully pressing against the back of your inner wall.

Benny and Frankie grip harder as your whole body quakes, Will capturing the nervous whimper of what’s to come.

You should have guessed that Santiago would want to torture you like this after you made them participate in something so childish, kept the final egg hidden snuggly inside you. You thought that maybe he’d pull the butt plug out of you in some elaborate way yet this was probably more fitting.

Will let you come up for air when Santiago as he slowly pumped in and out of you. He softly kissed across your cheek and you flinched when you felt another set on lips sneaking up your neck.

The rumble from Frankie’s throat vibrated through to your core, your pussy clenching around Santiago’s fingers. You release a shaky breath, your head heavy as you open your eyes to flushed cheeks and blown irises.

“This wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”

“But you’re enjoying yourself?”

For a brief moment, Frankie switched to puppy dog eyes and all you could was melt, your hips tilting up as you surrender. You feel Santiago’s lips smirk and he increases the speed of his movements, your slick squelching.

“Of course she is,” Benny almost slurs as he still tries to consume you.

“My brother isn’t lying, is he Bunny?”

Will’s hot breath trails down your skin and brings the goosebumps to the surface, all you can do is giggle nervously. Frankie’s laugh dances across your bare chest before he whispers into your ear.

“I love it when you’re lost for words, hermosa.”

He nips at your lobe before continuing to travel down your neck.

Will forces your head closer, crashing his lips squarely onto yours and you surrendered, letting them overwhelm every one of your senses.

Your ears flood with their hungry groans, nostrils filling with their distinguishable aromas and sweat as the heat rises to stifling. The taste of beer sinks into your tastebuds as Will’s tongue explores every inch of your mouth.

You’re fully aware that the bruise on your ass wasn’t going to be alone by the end of this, small loving marks were going to decorate your neck, your breasts, your inner thighs. In the morning, you’d gaze upon the constellations and know exactly who made them.

If you could remember by then, your mind already beginning to scramble as time seemingly slowed. Santiago worked you for minutes yet it felt like hours, inserting another finger into you as your inner walls tightened around the girth.

“I’m gonna come,” the words spill from your mouth when Will lets you breath.

“Not yet, sweetheart, I don’t think Santiago’s done with you.”

You whimper as Santiago growls against your clit, the others fixing you into position.

But the tingling had already started in your digits and toes and that was how it began. Gradually travelling over every inch of your body until you were vibrating, humming with anticipation until the fingers inside were fighting against you.

“I can’t,” you sob as Will lifts your head upright.

“Bunny,” his voice softens, “look at me.”

His free hand strokes your neck, discreetly checking your pulse as slowly but surely, you open your eyes. He always looks so proud of you when you take it, a tender smile across his lips, baby blues glistening with the faintest reflection of your ruined image.

Then there’s a glint.

“This is what happens when you’re not careful.”

His tongue flicks over his bottom lip then licks your neck at your throbbing veins before he sinks his teeth in.

Your strangled cry bounces off the walls.

Santiago moans as your arousal coats his fingers, squelching as he carries on pumping but your once alive nerve endings are numb, the aftershocks causing your muscles to spasm. He pulls out, droplets spilling to the floor as he prises himself way from you, his chin glossy.

Frankie and Benny loosen their hold, draping your legs against theirs as they spread their warm palms to ease your uncontrollable twitches. Your chest heaves as you attempt to get oxygen back into your lungs, Will’s jaw relaxing, lips kissing to take away the pain.

His hand releases the back of your head, fingers brushing the hair clinging to your face. You feel his nose nudge under your jaw as he came to greet you.

“Sweeter than chocolate,” he hums.

The air immediately shifts as you scoff, “If you say so.”

Santiago grunts as he lifts himself off the floor, squeezing your knee in the process.

“I may have to do a taste test.”

The desire ignites in your belly again.

“Well,” Benny announces, folding his arms with a smug expression spread across his face. “I wanna see how long this bunny can bounce for.”

Frankie is the first to erupt into laughter.

You cover your face, “Oh my god, Benny.”

Will shakes his head, straightening up and grabbing a small chocolate egg from the basket on the side. As he begins to peel the foil, he catches your face peeking from the couch.

“So…”

He hears how your vowel lengthens.

“Did you guys get me anything?”

All of them fell silent, eyes flitting between each other — they were all in trouble.

[velidewrites]

- What is the worst thing your OC does in their story?

You probably don’t want to spoil plot points, so tell me each of the VanFam’s worst crimes in their past 🫦

Ooh I love this one — let me answer it with the worst things that, in my mind, they did in the canon acotar verse. I’m going to list a few since they’ve done ah… plenty of terrible things

Vermilion

I’ve mentioned under his recent art, but it would have to be holding Lucien down during Jesmina’s execution. All the brothers played their part in it, for their own reasons, but Vermilion and Eris were the only ones who tried to protect Lucien throughout all of it. It took all of Vermilion’s strength to hold Lucien back — he’d conjured fire ropes, his whip, everything to tie him down to prevent him from lashing out at Beron, a fight Lucien (at the time) had no chance of surviving. Before that incident, Lucien and Ver’s relationship had already been rocky, nothing like what they shared in their early youth, but Ver holding him back was the ultimate betrayal in Lucien’s eyes.

When he was exiled, Lucien told Vermilion he never wishes to see him again, and, if he does, he would kill him without hesitation. Vermilion only smirked and encouraged Lucien to try, even though on the inside it felt like his heart was being ripped apart. In my mind, since then up until where we’re left off in ACOSF, Vermilion periodically checks up on Lucien via his contacts across Prythian — without Lucien ever finding out, of course.

Another horrible in-canon thing: Vermilion was one of the brothers who, together with Eris, had attacked Feyre and Lucien at the frozen lake in ACOWAR. Vermilion had only come along because he hadn’t seen Lucien since UtM, and desperately wanted to make sure he was okay. The other brother was Sylas, who had genuinely hoped to capture both Feyre and Lucien and bring them to Beron (while also secretly hoping Eris would fall through the ice and drown in the lake as a sort of two birds in one stone thing lmao)

** Side note: in that scene in ACOWAR, Feyre and Lucien are described to be trapped by a fiery rope. HI VERMILION

Sylas

Worst crimes? SO many. War crimes in Beron’s name for sure, I can think of so many he could’ve committed during and after the war with Hybern, and in the First War when the Wall went up. Sylas is a soldier, yet, and an extremely skilled warrior, but he doesn’t fight with a soldier’s honor the way, say, Cassian does. Yes, he takes good care of his armies and is loyal to the people, but he fights wars that serve him, and his motives only. Anything to discredit Eris as the heir, to gain Beron’s favor, and to eventually kill them both.

On a sadder note, Sylas led the search for Jesminda when her relationship with Lucien was made known to Beron. He’s the one who’d pursued her through the forest and captured her to bring forward to Beron. While it doesn’t make the crime any better, Sylas did think Jesminda was going to be exiled, not executed. He thought Beron would’ve seen that as the more sensible option to avoid any potential Lesser Faerie uprising in her name. If Sylas were High Lord, it’s what he would’ve done. As for Lucien, he didn’t much care that he was punished and exiled. In Sylas’s eyes, suffering at the hands of Beron is nothing out of the ordinary for any of the brothers.

Marcel

LMFAOOOOO where do I start??

I guess since we’re on the Jesminda topic — after her capture, he used his smoke to incapacitate her, making her suffer horrifying visions of torture, death, Lucien’s death, and everything in between. Beron didn’t order him to do so, and it wasn’t that Marcel particularly wanted to punish her or Lucien. Around that time, he was still perfecting his smoke’s ability to induce hallucinations, so he simply saw it as a good opportunity to practice.

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[ikamigami]

Why I didn't see anyone going crazy over the fact that the Doctor hesitated when he was asked if he killed Elliot?!

He didn't say "Yes." or "Yes!" or "Yes and?" or like anything else that he could say.

And I'm like guys guys guys even if Harley killed Elliot I think that he didn't want to do that actually QwQ

Because why hesitation?

He could react with anger that we put our noses where they not belong or with amusement cause he can finally admit that he got rid of the guy he hates the most.

And yet he hesitated.

Ellipsis is used in text to indicate a pause or to show one's hesitation.

But it couldn't be just a pause cause this '...' was the only answer Sawyer gave.

Imagine if Sawyer talked with Elliot after all these years. Imagine if Elliot felt bad for kicking Harley out from YGP and wanted to apologize for that. Imagine that.

And imagine how Harley would react at that. He'd accept the apology, right?

Hell no! Elliot ruined everything for Sawyer. Elliot betrayed him (and I even think that he stole young Sawyer's project with poppy gel).

So ofc Harley would get angry. No, he'd be livid.

Imagine, Elliot is so old and maybe he's even dying and when he found out that Sawyer is working at Playtime Co wanted to get his record straight before living to afterlife.

Harley would definitely get so mad at Elliot that he'd accidentally kill the old man.

Yes. This is my own little theory. That Harley actually didn't want to kill Elliot.

Why he would still be so angry at Elliot then? Like for example in "The story so far"?

Because Harley actually likes Elliot. He probably saw him as family more than he saw his own parents as family.

They definitely had closer relationship thus Harley had more complicated feelings towards the old man.

And you know what? I wouldn't be surprised if Sawyer was the one who put Elliot in the Prototype. I mean when he supposedly killed Elliot he probably only just started working at Playtime Co and experiments weren't that good at first.

So imagine if Sawyer not being able to let go of Elliot completely decided to turn him into an experiment.

But the only good experiment was the Prototype (Poppy was too small) so he just added parts of Elliot to the Prototype and called it a day.

I know that this sounds ridciulous and probably Prototype would turn out to have really simple backstory - adopted kid of Elliot Ludwig. Elliot himself turns him into the Prototype based on Sawyer's research. He did it to see if he'll be able to bring Poppy back this way. It works so he just does that. The Prototype is obsessed with Poppy cause he's basically her brother.

Though I heard that one of CEOs said that the Prototype and Poppy's backstories are one of the bests.

So who knows tbh.

One thing I'm sure of the Prototype is a key to understand what happened between Elliot and Harley.

Hence why I think that the Prototype won't be the main antagonist and he'll have a tragic ending together with Poppy.

Elliot and Harley are the most important characters in Poppy verse cause without them the story would never happen.

That's why I think that the Doctor will turn out to be the main antagonist.

The Prototype and Poppy are alos important hence why the game is called Poppy Playtime. And Poppy was the reason to why Elliot did all those things in the first place.

But I can't help but to notice that the Doctor has build-up that the Prototype lacks when it comes to being better suited as main antagonist.

Sure the Prototype is being kept mistery and he looks scary and all. But he lacks all these important bits of lore that helps flesh out his character.

And he's not even this intimidating. He reminds me more of a kid that thinks that is the smartest in the room QwQ lol

I think that the Prototype is a red herring in the sense that we think he's this big threat and he'll win and do who knows what.

But imo the Doctor fits this role better and he has all these important bits of lore that helps flesh him out. And this is also why people were so hyped for the Doctor because he is connected to every most important thing in the story.

It basically screams "I'm important character!"

That's why I think that the Doctor is actual main antagonist and he'll win at the end of the story cause I'm 100% that Poppy Playtime will have a bad ending.

Anyway I can't wait to find out what exactly happened between Elliot and Harley. Those silly goobers. Father and son bonding am I right? <3

[ednaeflowers]

@agloryofuniicorns : "I'd ask you for recommendations on what type of music you like to listen to, but I fear you'd only listen to something that's boring." Lailah covered her mouth with a fan of paper charms, hiding the smile that would have been a dead giveaway to the terrible pun she had just said.

Immediately, she slides over an unamused look. She supposes that a perk from knowing Lailah for so long is that Edna always half-suspects another half-baked pun to be brought into existence at the randomest of times. ❛  Well, that's too bad because I don't even listen to music,  ❜ she casually tosses back, ❛  but even if I did, I don't think any of them would have the right chime to it.  ❜ That was quite low-effort on her part, but it's ammo enough.

From underneath the inn's canopy, she lazily lifts up a hand to cradle a palmful of rainwater drizzling down before she drops it to the ground. It's the middle of the night, so there's no doubt that Sorey and Rose are still dead asleep, but Edna thinks that's all right. They could use the rest after all of those battles. She just didn't expect to burn through some puns on this previously-quiet night—but in a way, it's actually kind of nice to sit back and unwind with something funny. A comedy routine needs two people, after all, and she's already used to Lailah's sense of humor to make something work. It makes her wonder if Lailah's the one who rubbed off on her, but now that she thinks about it, it was never that hard to talk with Lailah in the first place. It's very easy.

Not to mention, it's raining. Edna doesn't particularly like walking in the mud anyway. ❛  I suppose the rain could count as music in a way, though.  ❜

She gives Lailah a side glance, an amused glint in her eyes. ❛  But then again, it might be too much to expect a fire seraph to go with the flow if that's what you think of my music tastes. I'd ask for yours in return, but I don't want to feel put out by your answer as well.  ❜ 

[batslime]

Re-examining Hunter’s Moon after Rite Here Rite Now

For quite some time now Terzo’s resurrection and people’s excessive speculation and desperation for it has been a meme. When Hunter’s Moon came out, many interpreted it as being from Papa Emeritus III’s perspective- his warning to Sister Imperator that he would be back, and likely for revenge.

Rite Here Rite Now may have lent this some credence. Or you can consider this a jumble of more desperate speculative nonsense. This is all just for fun.

WARNING for heavy Rite Here Rite Now spoilers‼️

First things first: the major events of Rite Here Rite Now.

Copia, now Brother Imperator, is alive and now the head of the ministry. Sister Imperator has died. Copia has a twin, who may or may not be the “new guy” we see the mitre-wearing silhouette of in the very last shot of the film, cut off just before making his entrance.

Secondly, to get it out of the way- this may NOT be Terzo. This could very well be a whole new character! But here is my observation looking at all this in conjunction with Hunter’s Moon and other recent Ghost tidbits.

First, Hunter’s Moon. People have talked since it first came out about it possibly being from Terzo’s perspective and as a threat that he’s coming back for revenge. But now some of the lyrics resonate a little heavier with the lore.

Specifically the line “to where we’d hide as children” REALLY grabs my attention now. My mind goes back to the shot from behind of the two children running together in RHRN, inferably Copia and whoever the twin is (we are assuming Terzo for the sake of this theory). Again, this could be a character we haven’t been introduced to- but we have no reason to believe Copia’s twin died and the lyrics implies somebody coming back from the dead with the second verse. “It’s been a long time coming” rings especially true for Terzo because now it’s been YEARS since he was killed and even longer since he was dragged offstage. The lyrics about being jaded and not remembering everything could even be about him being dead for so long that it’s effected his memory- maybe he even forgot his own identity and that he even was Papa, hence him coming back as a “new guy”?

I’d also like to bring attention to the bridge. I know not everybody has seen a translation for it.

More lyrics about hiding. Hiding in the cemetery in the verses, death, life, Sister, hiding, and conquering in the bridge. There are people who saw Terzo’s foot twitch in Chapter 3 while he was being embalmed and wondered if he was dead at all. I really believe this was just something for comedic effect but what if he was hiding somehow the whole time?

Even if we push aside all other characters and theories, “your death, my life” specifically ties this song to the lore for me. Sister died so that Copia could go on and rise to a new level in the clergy. But I have also already seen people talking about Sister’s death meaning Terzo coming back to life in the case that he is also her son.

But Hunter’s Moon isn’t the only thing I’m seeing connections to since seeing the movie.

At the end of the film as we see Copia as Brother Imperator for the first time, in his new garb, preparing to welcome New Guy, the first thing he says,

“We seem to have remodeled here.”

They were remodeling in the Escape the Ministry game.

ETM gives us the tidbit that the statues introduced in the renovation are believed by some (in-world) to be a kind of conduit you can use to summon a Papa’s spirit to the mortal plane (and we know that Nihil’s spirit can posess his body, albeit temporarily ). While the statues of Primo, Secondo, and Nihil have notes that talk about what music they like or enjoying watching tv, Terzo’s specifies of all things that there was no autopsy on his body.

Also worth mentioning; there is still an empty pedestal meant for a statue (is Sister getting one?)

And in the room behind Terzo’s statue, is a bunch of nooses. Each room has something to do with one of the songs on the Phantomime EP, this one being Hanging Around, but this note was also in there any wasn’t really used in any of the puzzles in the game.

Primo’s note does specify that they were “forced into retirement from life” by Sister, Nihil, and The Clergy. Sounds like a revenge list to me!

(I also cannot help but point out that in the shot of Copia mentioning the remodel, there is vibrant purple lighting behind him like in Terzo’s chasuble.)

There’s also the gag with Copia being surrounded by Ghosts and talking to them but the janitor comes down the hall and cannot hear or see them. Is being able to sense the ghosts an Emeritus thing? Something higher members of the clergy, maybe with higher powers can do? Can ghosts control who can see or hear them? If the other three Papas do have ghosts, this could be why we haven’t seen them at all- they view most of the people in the ministry as their traitors and murderers. So maybe they really ARE hiding somewhere.

One last thing I will bring up, and this is PURELY rumor, but I did hear that there was chatter at Download about a possible fall tour from Ghost.

The Hunter’s Moon this year will be Thursday, October 17th.

Of course this is all just for fun and it may not mean anything at the end of the day! The ghovie and its sudden end left us all with a lot of excitement for more so my mind has been running ever since I saw it. There is definitely stuff that is becoming more tangibly tied to the actual plot of Ghost in my opinion.

If you guys have anything to add or a different theory I’d love to hear it!

@fagdykemuppet

[satsumasaturn]

why do i love you? - asmodeus x reader smut

A/N: i found this fic from like 2020 that i wrote that isn't that awful (it's not great either lol), so im posting it on this blog. i remembered that it existed when i was reading one of sylus's stories in LADS, mainly cuz i was thinkin about writing sylus smut (it was no defense zone that triggered this). im p sure the OM! fandom is dead since solmare ditched the games, i know i haven't touched either game since the announcement, but i'll post this for any remaining fans el oh el. story beneath the cut~

Love is a dangerous game, especially the kind of love where you feel as though your lungs are filling with water, your chest being crushed from pressure. Still, love can make you feel alive, reviving and bringing new life to you. Call it a gamble, a game of chance. Many avoid love, not wanting to play a game they’re gonna lose.

Asmodeus has been alive for so long that he doesn’t even remember how long he’s been in existence. Over the course of his long life, he has had many lovers, who have all come and gone at one point or another. Yet, with each and every one of those lovers, it wasn’t love, but lust. The demon is well versed and knowledgeable with the concept of lust, being the Avatar of Lust. It’s all he knows. Of course, he’s okay with it, as he doesn’t need to love anyone to be adored by all. In fact, it’s not something he often thinks about, since he is the Avatar of Lust, not the Avatar of Love. Everyone will love him no matter what he says or does. At least, that’s what he believed. Was it possible for anyone to not grovel at his feet, lusting after him? Often, he finds himself reassuring himself that, no, it was not possible for someone to not love him. He is perfect.

When the human first arrived in the Devildom, of course he was intrigued. New blood, someone he could add to his body count, so to speak. It had been quite a while since he’d been in contact with a human, other than Solomon, the shady sorcerer. Frustration consumed him as he learned that the human isn’t susceptible to his Charm, which is known to charm even the strongest-willed witches and wizards. How can an ordinary human with no magic whatsoever remain unaffected by his Charm? Still, it’s never deterred him. He is known to be persistent, and won’t stop until he can get the human in his bed and gain their affection. The human is realistic, honest with him. Something he isn’t used to. Everyone has always been so quick to shower him with praise, complimenting his face, fashion, body, skills in bed, whatever. They don’t worship him, unlike his partners in the past. Despite that, he always finds himself wanting to hear the human’s thoughts and opinions on everything about him.

Butterflies fill his stomach at the thought of the human, something he isn’t sure he’s felt before. Why should he care about someone who doesn’t think he’s the best creature in existence? When the human disagrees with him, he finds himself getting frustrated, throwing makeup brushes and lotion bottles around his room. When he calms down, he reluctantly picks them up, wanting to keep his room immaculate, but not wanting to actually clean his own mess. Yet, he keeps going back to them, only for them to be swept away by one of his meddling brothers, Mammon in particular? He doesn’t understand why they would want to even be in the presence of that greedy scumbag. Too many times, he’s had to complain to Lucifer about some of his more expensive skin or hair care products going missing.

Placing his hand on the table next to the human, he leans toward them with a small grin on his face. Their eyebrows raise in a question, as if asking what do you want? He’s getting to that. Be patient, human. “So, I went shopping with Mammon the other day and I bought tons of new lotions and oils. I was wondering if you wanted to try them with me? Of course you do, what am I saying? Who wouldn’t want an excuse to hang out with me?” With a small sigh that he chooses to ignore, they stand up to follow him to his room. Excited, he practically skips to his room, the human in tow. 

Upon reaching his room, he wraps his fingers around the doorknob and pulls it open, stepping inside to sit on his bed. The human follows, shutting the door behind them. “Oh?~ Naughty human,” he says, a glint of mischief in his eyes. They just sigh and settle on the bed, not too far, but not close enough. That’s okay, he’ll just close the distance. Scooting over, he reaches over to his nightstand, where he had set his lotions in preparation for the human arriving home from Hell’s Kitchen, where they’d gone with Beel.

“You’re annoying,” they say, rolling their eyes at him.

“Ah, but you love it~” He coos, snapping open the lid of one of the many lotions, squeezing a dollop of the cream into his hand. “C’mere.” The demon gestures to the human, rubbing the lotion onto their skin when they oblige. “This lotion will make your skin so soft~ And it makes you smell absolutely delicious~” His voice drips with seduction, tempting the human to let their guard down. To let him in.

“It does smell pretty good,” they admit, watching Asmodeus massage their hands with his slender fingers. A fanged smile appears on the demon’s face as he works, rubbing his thumbs in small circles on their palms. Once he’s finished, he lets go of their hands, reaching for the lotion bottle once more. Maybe it’s some Devildom magic, but the lotion seems to be working immediately, the human notes to themselves, feeling the soft flesh of their hands.

Humming, Asmodeus massages the lotion into his own hands, watching the human out of the corner of his eye. Just watching them, he feels the urge to pounce on them, ‘helping’ them give into their darkest desires. Unfortunately for him, his Charm doesn’t seem to have an effect on them, which is irritating, to say the least. What made them so powerful that they, an ordinary human being, could resist the temptation of the Avatar of Lust? He was curious, really. Curious to crack open their head and discover what’s inside. Amongst the blood and brain matter, he was sure to find something. The source of their power, maybe. Though he would never actually hurt the human, just the thought of the sickening crack of a skull got him excited, his pants becoming a little too tight. No, he could never hurt them. They mean too much to him. Hell, he can even go as far as saying that he loves them.

“Dude, what the fuck?” The human’s voice draws him from his reverie. Their eyes are a little too focused on his growing erection, he notices. “Are you getting hard from putting on lotion?’

“No. I just love you so much~,” he croons, his tone dark, sending a shiver down the human’s spine. Was the shiver from fear from his sudden mood change, or was it lust? His question is soon answered when the human slides off the bed, slipping in between his legs. They look so pretty on their knees, though it isn’t too often that he gets to see them in that position. The sight excites him.

Looking down at the human kneeling between his legs, he runs his fingers through their hair, as they rest their hands on his clothed thighs. His breath catches in his throat as he stares down at them, their eager eyes shining brightly back at him. Pink eyes follow the human’s hands as it inches closer to his crotch. He swallows thickly as their fingers latch onto the zipper of his pants, pulling it down, all while making eye contact with him. Their eyes are darkened with lust. For some reason, he feels a sudden pang of anxiety, but the routine is the same as it always is. The human notices and pauses, their eyes filling with concern.

“Are you okay, Asmo?” They ask, their voice soft, filling him with a new warmth.

Shaking his head, he swallows again and replies, “No, it’s okay. You can keep going.” As an afterthought, he adds another sentence to his reply, “Only if you want to, of course.”

“I want to.” Their eyebrows furrow. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re acting...strange.”

His signature grin creeps onto his face. Is he okay? No. Is he going to pretend that he is? Yes. “Of course, sweetheart. You’re always so concerned about me,” he says, a giggle bubbling from his throat as his manicured fingers brush the human’s cheek. “And I’m not strange! You’re so cruel to me!” A fake pout spread across his lips as he teased the human seated between his legs.

He squeals as the human smacks his inner thigh. “I’m not cruel. You’re just sensitive.” They stick out their tongue at him and he goes to bite it, but they’re quick to reel it back in. “Don’t bite me, you toad.” 

“C’mon,” he whines. “Just do what you came here to do and suck me off! I need you right now~” He palms himself through his pants, impatient.

“You’re so whiny,” they remark, smacking his hands away so that they can pull down his pants. He huffs, but doesn’t reply, just closing his eyes instead. Once his pants are down, he feels their hands on him, feeling him through his boxers. A small groan escapes his lips as he opens his eyes to look down at them. They're just a simple human. How could they have enraptured him in the manner that they did? The demon of Lust, pinned under the thumb of a weak, powerless human.

Grinning up at him, they shimmy his boxers down his legs, allowing his hardened cock to spring free from its confinements. A bead of precum oozes from the reddened tip. The human swipes their thumb along the demon’s slit, collecting the precum on the digit. They lick their thumb, looking him in the eyes the whole time. He shudders, the human’s actions exciting him.

Slowly, they lick along his length, starting from the base, slicking it in their saliva. They’ve barely done anything, but he’s putty in their hands, twitching and groaning softly. “You’re so sensitive,” they say, pausing their ministrations to blow on his tip, feeling a shudder wrack through his body. He bucks his hips lightly as they wrap their lips around his tip, giving it a soft suck. Annoyed, they pull away, sitting back on their heels.

“I’m sorry! I’ll be a good boy, I promise!” He whines, trying to slip his cock back between their lips.They’re stubborn, though, and seal their lips shut. “C’mon~ Please?” Seeing that they’re not going to give in so easily, he pulls back, starting to stroke himself, using the human’s drying saliva and his own precum as a lubricant. His hand slides up and down the length of his cock with ease and he can see the human in front of him, watching.

After watching him for a few seconds, they nudge his hand away, replacing it with their own. Asmodeus whimpers softly as their hand glides along his length. The whimpers turn to moans when they start teasing his slit with their tongue. Warmth encases his cock as the human takes him in their mouth, sucking as they slide more of him into their mouth. His hips buck again, and he can feel the human gagging and trying to keep his hips still. Their gagging just turns him on more, making him want to fuck their mouth until he cums. Yet doesn’t, allowing them to keep control of the situation. He’ll be the perfect pillow prince for them. Maybe they’ll even fuck him, if he’s a good boy. 

His fingers comb through their hair as they suck him off, gently pulling them further down his cock, feeling their throat clench around the intrusion. They gag again, focusing on breathing through their nostrils. He isn’t going to last long, he can feel it. Their throat is just so warm and tight.

Not too long after, he reaches his breaking point, spilling down their throat without warning. They pull away, wiping saliva and cum off their face. He stares silently at them for a few seconds, before grabbing them and pulling them up towards his bed. His human is so beautiful and he wants to show them how much he loves them, but they pull away, shaking their head.

“No, this isn’t about me. I just wanted to help you out,” they explain, making their way to the door. “This lotion smells really nice, by the way.” The door opens and Asmodeus starts to speak, causing them to pause briefly in the doorway, waiting to hear what he has to say.

“I love you,” he says. His eyes widen as he realizes what he just said, but it’s too late to take it back.

“I love you too, Asmodeus,” they reply, shutting the door behind him. Their response stuns him into silence, though he wants to call them back in.But why do I love you?, he wonders to himself. Why now? After centuries of only loving himself, why does he love someone else? Loving someone else adds unnecessary complications to his life. For his whole existence, he’s worn his heart on his cheek, not on his sleeve. The bitter taste of defeat lingers in his mouth as he stares at his door.

[ednaeflowers]

❛  Oh, my bad. I meant to say 'Lord Kittybeard,'  ❜ she amends boredly, doing a poor job of pretending to look sorry. Though, Edna immediately scowls afterward at the next statement. Of course she cares. She's spent over a thousand years caring about that. ❛  Wow. You thought it was a smart decision to tell me that you stalked my brother? What a polite stalker you are. While you're at it, do you also know his wake up routine?  ❜

༶♡༶ ❝That's Lord Heldalf to you.❞ the malak flatly states, her master deserved respect to his name. ❝I thought it'd be oh so kind of me to tell you what I observed from your dear brother. A shame you don't care.❞ she is actually bored though, and while she knew that wind malakim from the past as well, he's too obnoxious to go near.

[pinky-the-bunny]

Like father like son.

A canon story about john doe meeting the bad sans trio for the first time.

(This is my first time writing something like this, its so bad omg)

It was a normal day like any other for john doe, walking along the snowy trail that mixes with the dust he left behind. 'Home sweet home' he thought to himself as he walks like a crooked puppet In the cold. He stops back at his universe every now and then when he wants to take a break from exploring the multi verse and reminisce on the past. he grins at himself as he looks down at all the snow mixed with dust on the ground.

It was fun; watching them try to fight, try to run away, some even tried to help him thinking he was sans. If only they REMEMBERED him, none of this would have happened. His thoughts were then inturupted as he heard the sounds of two men talking and the sound of footsteps. He then stood there as he waited for them to appear.

Three skeletons were shown out of the forest, they all stopped as they see john doe standing far away in front of them in snowdin, looking away from them. They were creeped out for a bit until one of them spoke up.

"Hey, creep! At least look at the people who are gonna kill ya!"

John doe slowly turned around to meet the...three of them? But he sword he only heard two? Nevertheless, he smiles at them and started to greet them.

"Hello. What brings you here in my universe, my sons?"

All three of them looked weirded out a bit as john doe studied all three of them. They all looked so...Interesting to him. The one on the left had the same black eyes as him, only difference is a black liquid seemed to be pouring out of them. The red circles in front of his chest intrigued john doe the most. He wonders if they are a part of him....

The one on the right was much more intense looking then the other, he had a cracked skull! And his right eye was red, How pretty! He looked to carry an axe with him. Are they planning on fighting john doe? What a way to introduce yourself...

The one in the middle is the one that john doe is most intrigued by. He didn't see much considering this one had his hoodie up, but he was interested to know how this one was so quiet compared to the other two.

The left one spoke up more. "Oh nothing...we're just here to do play a game with you." He swings a knife in his hand as he said that. How charming...

"Oh? And what is that?" John doe said politely.

"Just a little knife game." He said with a sinister tone back to him.

John doe looked back at the one with the axe and responded. "But he has an axe. Doesn't that count as cheating?"

"Well it won't really matter in the end either way, cause..." He points the knife towards john doe as he continues to speak. "You're gonna turn to dust after we're done with you."

"oh....I see..." John doe quietly said as he looked down at the ground, his feet inward as he says his next words. "Then I guess I'll start the game first." :)

Suddenly, A bunch of blue spear appear above them and they all immediately noticed and dodged out of the way in a shocked panic. The two of the skeletons looked at john doe in surprise, one of them that held the knife smiled a bit as he laughed a little bit. "Well this is interesting. We knew you killed everyone here but I didn't think you also took their powers? Isn't that a little much?"

John doe grins widely as he looks at him, A white circle appearing in his left eye. "Says a lot coming from someone who worked with a 'dirty-brother-killer.' Am i correct....killer?"

"Wha-" before killer could fully realise what he just said, john doe made a bone attack appear in his hand and he started to sprint towards killer. Killer panicked as he used a gaster blaster to attack john doe before he could go near him, but he dodged it. Killer raised his hand as bones appeared out of the ground above john doe but he dodged them all too in a frenzy. Killer kept going until john doe got closer to him and started to use his knife on him before he could hit him with his bone. He looked at john doe as he realized that his face was now much more wild and excited then before compared to his calm demeanor. The other skeleton then appeared behind john doe as he struck his head with his axe, killer getting away safely. "Shit! Shit! Shit! He almost fucking got me!"

"calm down, we fought people like this before-" the one with the axe stopped talking as he noticed the black substance coming out of john doe's head and grabbed his axe out as he looked disgusted. "What the fuck...?" John doe's head then slowly healed itself as the black substance disappeared with the wound. John doe looked back at the other skeleton as his smile widened. "Sorry, but I'm afraid your axe won't help you this time, horror."

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" Horror yelled at john doe in furious rage, ready to use his axe on him again. "Oh, horror..." John doe teleported in front of horror, but this time horror got his axe to stop his next attack on him. He shielded himself from another one of john does blue spears, he looked at him in the eyes as he spoke in a deep tone. "You're always SO angry!"

Killer tried to stab john doe in the back but he teleported to quickly, he almost hit horror as john doe used a fire attack at the both of them. They got hurt pretty bad from that as they tried to think of a way to get him. "That mother fucker is too clever. Are you sure he's just a sans?" Horror talked back "why wouldn't he be? We just got to know his fighting style."

"Got you." john doe said behind horror as he stabbed through the back with a blue spear. Killer ran to him as he slashed him with his knife a couple of times, john doe just smiles even wider as the white circle in his eye looked even crazier. He then stumbled back as a bone attack stabs through killers leg, making him groan in pain as the knife in his hand fell. John doe then took the blade as he went towards killer and grabbed his neck. "what the fuck- let go of me!" "But I'm not done with our game yet."

John doe then pointed the blade near killers red circles. "I wonder if you would feel pain if I stabbed this...lets find out, son." :)

As he was about to stab it, horror then threw his axe at the knife that john doe was holding and it dropped out of his hand. He then punched him in the face as he helped killer out. "Are you okay?" "Dumb ass, MY FOOT GOT FUCKING STABBED THROUGH!" "Got it, okay."

john doe slowly walked towards the both of them as horror tried to help killer with his foot, until he got stopped by a hand on his shoulder. John doe was surprised by it as he looked to see that it was the third skeleton that had his hoodie up behind him. John doe grins even more as he looked at him. "I'm sorry...did you feel left out?"

The hooded skeleton said nothing as he takes his hand away, john doe nods at this as he turns around fully to face him. "Very well...i'll give you a head start first the-"

Dust immediately stabs him with a sharp bone through his chest, right next to the blue spear that was already out of it. He almost stabbed through his glitchy soul as John doe looks at him. he sees a hue of red and blue looking back at him as he finally saw....

Everything....

The many deaths

The many resets

He killed them all out of free will

And continued to kill them all

Again

And again

And again....

He stumbles backwards a bit as dust pulls the bone out of him, the black goop dripping off of it as john doe falls to the ground in shock. The smile still plastered in his face as the white circle in his eye slowly disappeared. he heavily breaths as the other two walked up to dust. "Did you get him?" Horror said as killer cries like a baby from the pain in his foot. Dust looked towards john doe as he was about to use a gaster blaster at him to finish him off until he stops, they all stop as they both seem to hear a voice. Its muffled to john doe as he just lays there, staring off into the sky. They all then walk away and leave john doe on the ground.

After a while, john doe stands back up and heals the wound in his chest. He looks back at where he saw them leave to. Their..... gone. They just left him here. He then remembered how dust stabbed him, almost killing him in one shot near his soul. He didn't feel fear at that moment, instead.....

He smiled widely as he looked back at the forest he saw them leave to and said in a soft tone.

"I'm so proud of you....sans." :)

[janamelie]

New Red Dwarf Challenge

Day 12: Favourite Alternate Universe/Reality/Version of a Character

The “Back To Reality” despair squid hallucination-verse and the AU versions of our characters we encounter within.

Yes, I know it’s grim but it also fascinates me.  The episode is of course outstanding in every respect and I realised on a recent rewatch that it’s not actually clear when the hallucination begins - I always assumed it was just before Starbug “crashes” and the “computer game” ends and gives our Boyz an insulting score of 4% just to rub it in even further.

But for all we know, they’re already hallucinating when the episode starts; there is no indication otherwise.  Just another layer of unease added to a truly chilling episode.

It’s been pointed out by others how well paced the episode is - it doesn’t pile on the agony straight away, instead first letting our Boyz take in how different they look physically.  Cat and Rimmer are horrified.  Lister isn’t exactly delighted with his new Sebastian hair but Kryten is mildly pleased to be half-human.  Despite his Billy hair, Rimmer is initially pleased to be human again and almost more importantly, he’s not Rimmer.  

But these glimmers of hope are of course the hallucination setting them up for further shocks.  Kryten is pleased to be Jake Bullet, but Rimmer’s devastatingly accurate prediction that cybernautics is actually traffic control “and you just happen to have a rather silly macho name” brings him crashing back down to earth.  Of course that’s nothing compared to his horror when he believes he’s killed a human being in cold blood.  That’s his reason for suicide and it makes sense for the character.

As does Cat’s.  Duane Dibbley is a brilliant creation, so much so that he’s resurfaced several times both in the show and official merchandise.  He’s a lovably hopeless geek and Cat’s worst nightmare.  I laugh every time he just repeats “Duane Dibbley?” disbelievingly.

Of course this character was given added depth by the revelation (OK, retcon) in “The Promised Land” about Rodon and the other Cats leaving Cat behind for being uncool.  Whilst it doesn’t totally fit with “Waiting For God”, it does make absolute sense that Duane Dibbley would be Cat’s ultimate nightmare.  Suddenly his reasoning isn’t only shallowness but abandonment issues.  Take another look at the orange outfit with puffa jacket he wears in “TPL”.  It’s almost like Cat cosplaying Duane, poignantly suggesting that no matter how hard he tried, he didn’t manage to repress his inner Duane completely.

Talking of repression…  Rimmer not wanting to be Billy Doyle is understandable on a surface level - who wants to be a scruffy alcoholic tramp?  But the rather pat explanation Kryten offers at the end about Rimmer being outshone by “his richer, more important half-brother” doesn’t make that much sense when regular Rimmer has three more successful full brothers (as far as he knows at this stage of the show) and has always used his upbringing as an excuse for his not becoming an officer.

I’m fully aware Grant Naylor weren’t thinking along these lines but within the world of the hallucination, Billy sinking into alcoholism because he’s attracted to his half-brother and can’t handle that for obvious reasons is a logical translation of Rimmer’s subconscious attraction to Lister into the hallucination.

And it also fits for Lister if he returns that attraction.  Lister’s mild pleasure at being rich and having an expensive car is another example of the hallucination setting our characters up for even nastier shocks.  He’s already disturbed and uncomfortable in Sebastian’s fancy clothes (although I personally think Craig looks great in them, but there is no denying, they’re not what our Lister would usually wear.  I say usually because Posh Lister exists).  

Having looked into a monitor and seen the “next players” playing a completely alien version of the show we know where “Dave Lister” is apparently supposed to be a macho arsehole, the next shock for Lister is far greater.  He’s not just a posh rich git, he’s a fascist mass-murderer.

Huge kudos to guest star Lenny Von Dohlen, who chills the blood in his short appearance as a terrifying fascist cop who - wait - is terrified himself, of Lister.  Or rather, of the Voter Colonel.  This scene is amazing, absolutely hooking the viewer into this dystopian world.

But Red Dwarf is of course, ultimately a comedy.  Having pushed its shocks as far as it can, we get the revelation that the crew are hallucinating and the comic relief car chase scene.  And then just as the audience have relaxed, they realise that the crew are still in very grave danger.  

But Hattie’s Holly, in her swansong appearance, saves the day.  Yay.  If she never returns, at least she went out on a high.