#2793

[thewertsearch]

Aw, there she is. All tuckered out. You wonder what she is dreaming about?

I've wondered before if Dream Selves might cause neurological issues for the Players. After all, if your brain is operating an entire secondary body while it's sleeping, how much actual rest is it getting?

On the other hand, Sburb Players are created by the game, and the game can make any changes it likes. A Player's brain chemistry might be different enough from a baseline human that the issue simply doesn't arise.

Unfortunately for Jade, her dreams are even less restful than they used to be - and I don't know if the game prepared them for this eventuality.

Anyway, guess it's time to get down to business and save her life! You prepare to initiate an uninterrupted sequence of life-saving events.

This, of course, is Authorspeak for: Shit's about to go so pear-shaped you'll think you're in the Fruity Rumpus Factory.

NANNASPRITE: John, you remind me so much of your father when he was your age. [...] JOHN: but nanna, did you know he is not really my dad? and also, i am not technically your grandson. JOHN: you are actually sort of my mother. NANNASPRITE: Of course I knew this, John! I have known for many years. NANNASPRITE: I have also known that in a sense, you are my father as well. You were the one to push all those buttons, after all!

Wait, that doesn't track at all.

The joke book that came down with John contained some information about Sburb, but it didn't say anything about the ectobiology. Plus, Nanna didn't even get to read the thing, since, well..

...she only coexisted with it for about half a second.

Did Grandpa clue her in, then? He does seem to inexplicably know everything - but I thought he and Nanna were estranged. Maybe they reconciled later on?

...wait, but then why didn't Dad know anything? He's been bemused by Sburb since the very beginning - and he was always destined to be involved, so I don't know why Nanna would hide it from him.

Man, I don't even know anymore. Guardians are so weird.

JOHN: so where have you been, nanna? i have been looking all over for you. NANNASPRITE: I have been looking for you too, dear! [...] NANNASPRITE: [...] It seems you have been rising through the rungs of your echeladder quite swiftly. [...] NANNASPRITE: [...] You have climbed so much faster than I did in my youth. I am so proud of you!

Son of a fuck.

A long time ago, I theorized that the Underling heads in Harley Mansion's foyer were evidence that Grandpa had participated in a Sburb session himself.

In a post-Hivebent world, we can see that theory is riddled with holes. Just for fun, let's poke a few.

If Grandpa was a Sburb Player, where and when did his Reckoning occur?

If he didn't have one - or if he lost the game some other way - how did he avoid dying in a null session?

If he won the game, why was he still around to raise Jade? Where is his universe?

Most obviously of all, how could he exist as a Player, when he was created for John's session as a Guardian?

Based on our current understanding of the lore, and that last point in particular, this theory is a complete non-starter. It makes no sense for a Guardian to have participated in a separate session to the kids.

So, given all of that, I hope you understand the full breadth of my confusion when I ask:

How the fuck did Nanna gain Sburb levels?

[albertxylin]

Storm Survival

Survival does not mean the winds and waves disappear; It just means you know how to weather them. It means you bend instead of break, And leave the breaking to the water on your roots. They dig deep into the earth, Sunk into the soil, Pylons propping you up Preventing the world from pushing you over. Your bark is ablative, And even if they make you bleed and scrape it from your skin Your sap scabs and your armour grows back.

And even though this climate tries to kill everything beautiful, Flowers still bloom on your arms. And even if they are ripped away after just one day, They leave dancing with the whorls of fate. More flowers will come, And more moments will interrupt the grinding monotony of life. And one day the storm will calm and the seas stop drowning And the sky will be a perfect baby blue, And your flowers will bloom as they always do.

[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2793- A Briefcase-10/3/23

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Anomalous Celestial Body Management Department

Description: Fighting a chaos god is or containing a reality bender is just another Friday here at the Foundation. However, more often than not, said beings are normally at a reasonable size to be contained, the same cannot be said for Celestial Scale Anomalies. Celestial Scale Anomalies or CSA's are normally rouge planets that could and/ or will become anomalous threats to not just earth but the entire solar system. Due to their size and power its normal to consider Apollyon however thanks to the ACBCDD the Foundation has a fighting chance against these anomalies. 

The ACBMD is comprised of Foundation space stations, and space fleets that have left our solar system to watch over, contain, and if deemed necessary, destroy these Celestial Scale Anomalies so that they are no longer a threat. 

SCP's Contained/Destroyed: 

SCP#: 1795/ Method: Planets created by SCP-1795 are being considered for project "Sedum"/ New Classification: Thaumiel

SCP#: 2047/ Method: SCP-2047 has been destroyed before it could be activated. The Foundation was able to know what it would do and where to locate it before it happened thanks to SCP-[data expunged]/ New Classification: Neutralized

SCP#: 2362/ Method: SCP-2362-1 was captured by zero-point gravity field produced by four different GBSWD-53 "Black Hole" ships. Brought back to the remains of SCP-2362 where the celestial dwarf was reconstructed and made to look exactly the same. Inside SCP-2362 is a massive research facility utilized to discover everything there is to know about SCP-2362-1 down to the last detail/ New Classification: Safe

SCP#: 2399/ Method: No new containment methods have been devised and all old methods of containment or termination have been discarded due to [data expunged]. / New Classification: [data expunged]

SCP#: 2793/ Method: Left alone as they are essential for the cultivating of SCP-AFD-4.4/ New Classification: Archon

SCP#: 3003/ Method: Space Task Fleet Athena-4: "Rings of Saturn" has established a space blockade around the planet to keep spaceships created by SCP-3003-3 instances form leaving. As for ground forces, Mobile Task Force Samekh-7 has been disbanded and replaced with Mobile Task Force Zeus-5: "Beetle Squashers". MTF Zeus-5 has been deployed on the surface of SCP-3003. MTF Zeus-5 has established 1,000 bases around the world each one to allow them to monitor every corner of the world. MTF Zeus-5 consists of AFA-3 units that act as spies as well as humans armed with LRMSD-4 "Polar Bear" mech suits to ensure maximum protection, attack force, and protection against SCP-3003-2 and SCP-3003-1 infection. MTF Zues-5 is entrusted to destroy all teleportation devices, space stations, portals, and research labs that develop similar or more developed tech. Besides that, SCP-3003-3 instance are to be left alone and maintain their society as normally, only when signs of new teleportation technology being made should MTF Zues-5 intervene and destroy/ New Classification: (Still) Keter

SCP#: 3632/ Method: SCP-3632 has been contained by the Department of the Impossible/ New Classification: Neutralized

SCP#: AIX/ Method: 150 satellites with holographic sales were placed around SCP-AIX to hide its existence from civilian satellites, telecopies, and scans from NASA. in regards to the inhabitance of the planet, a deal was made with its creator SCP-AIX-King to allow the Foundation to colonize the planet in exchange for assisting in defense, especially in regards to SCP-ANO/ New Classification: Thaumiel

SCP's Still Categorized as a Threat:

SCP#: ANO/ Reasoning: [Cognito hazard redacted] / End Note: [Cognito hazard redacted]

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[promptsforthestrugglingauthor]

Writing Prompt #2793

"You know I'll follow you anywhere you go."

"I know. But I don't want you to. The things I need to do..." They paused, as if trying to find the gentlest way to word it. "I just don't want you to have to see me like that."

[chishiyasleftnut]

Hi! („• ֊ •„) This is a long one (divided into two parts), inspired by various bots from Cherubin on Character AI. I hope you’ll enjoy it!!

Stuck With You (part 2)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut. Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader.

Plot: After getting separated from Arisu and the others when the King of Spades attacked, Chishiya and fem!reader camps out together on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Part 1 word count: 2000. (Click here to read!) Part 2 word count: 2793. Part 3 word count: 3088. (Click here to read!) 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Drip, drip, drip

You must have cursed yourself when you rejoiced in the lack of rain earlier that day, because when night hit it was once more pouring down. The constant sound of rain hitting the thin, waterproof fabric of the tent, which at this point had been keeping you awake for hours, seemed to have no end.

Perhaps it was the fact that the small two-man tent Chishiya had found at a deserted convenience store (they really sell everything, huh?) was not exactly the best quality, doing little to keep the cold out and heat in that kept you from dozing off. At least it was dry. All things considered, dry was heaps better than wet.

Just as you had decided to close your eyes to at least rest a bit, a loud bang disturbed you as thunder rang through the forest. Instinctively, you grabbed Chishiya’s hand out of fear, not even realising what you had done. Chishiya, who had otherwise been sleeping soundly through the storm, woke up at the sudden contact but didn’t pull his hand away.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, still half asleep as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand.

Not wanting to admit that thunder had scared you, you lied. “Nothing.”

Even in the pitch-black darkness, you could sense the growing grin on Chishiya’s lips. Although he was sleepy, nothing could stop him from being a mild dick to you at every chance possible.

“Then why are you holding my hand?”

Your hand immediately recoiled from his as if he was toxic, instead placing it on your chest.

“I wasn’t.”

“Come on, I’m not stupid. I know what I felt.”

“You felt nothing, okay?”

The sound of Chishiya amusedly huffing air out of his nose filled your ears, but to your surprise he didn’t say anything else for a while. Somehow that was even worse, leaving you no distraction from the terrible feeling of embarrassment that spread from your chest and all the way out to your fingertips.

“It was kinda nice, though,” Chishiya finally said casually, his tone not sounding like a joke.

Your head snapped towards his only to realise your faces were mere centimetres apart. Despite this, neither of you looked away.

“What?” you almost whispered, unsure if you heard him right.

“I said that it was kinda nice.”

Nice? He thought holding hands was nice? That couldn’t be true, Chishiya didn’t seem like the type of guy to get any comfort from physical contact - quite the contrary actually. He had always kept to himself, never initiating any touching with you that wasn’t strictly necessary for survival.

Astute as he was, Chishiya was perfectly able to read the confused expression on your face, somehow almost entering your mind and listening to the little voice in your head that was currently arguing with itself.

“I’m not a robot, you know,” he began with the tiniest smirk on his lips. There was something endearing in the way your befuddled eyes hectically darted around his face to make sense of his words. “Hand holding is nice.”

To your surprise, you felt Chishiya’s fingers inching closer to your body, inviting you to take his hand once again. He didn’t want to just forcefully grab your hand - that would ruin the comfort part of hand holding. It wasn’t long before your own hand shakily moved from your chest and down your body until your hands touched once more.

Slowly, almost as if he was afraid to scare you away with too sudden movements, Chishiya’s fingers perfectly interlocked with yours, squeezing you slightly and running his thumb up and down the back of your hand. It was surprisingly calming. Nice, even.

“Your hands are cold.”

Chishiya continued to run his warm thumb soothingly across the almost freezing skin of the back of your hand.

“Well, it’s cold outside.”

“Still,” he said, his eyes darting from your face and down to your hand. “Do you have any issues with blood circulation?”

You laughed at the sudden seriousness of his question. “What are you, a doctor?”

“Something like that,” he said vaguely with a smile, finding humour in your words that you didn’t get yourself, while his eyes locked in on yours again. You had never really talked about your lives before the borderlands with him. He was way too secretive to let anyone in like that, and you respected it. Getting close with someone in this world only leads to heartbreak. It was better if you didn’t know more than you needed to. 

For a moment, the only sound audible was that of raindrops hitting the polyester walls of the tent. However, this time you didn’t mind the silence. For once it wasn’t awkward but actually quite soothing. Even the eye contact with Chishiya felt comforting. It felt so… human?

“You know,” Chishiya finally broke the silence. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes told you that he was about to ruin the otherwise serene moment with some dumb comment. “If you’re cold, you can just move closer to me.”

You almost choked on air. “I’m sorry?”

“You can move closer to me,” he repeated as if it was the most natural thing he could have said. “I’m warm. I don’t mind heating you up. It sure beats having to take care of you when you inevitably get sick.”

For a few seconds you neither spoke nor moved. Did he seriously just suggest that? But then the thought of finally being warm again crept up in your mind. Perhaps cuddling wouldn’t be bad - it was innocent enough, right?

Without saying a word, you moved into his arms and placed a hand on his chest, sighing when you felt his body heat radiate over your stiff and cold body, simultaneously awakening your senses and causing you to become sleepy. Chishiya wrapped his arm around you and pulled you in close as if you had done this plenty of times before.

“You smell nice” you finally commented, still warm and cosy in his arms. Sure, you had been living uncomfortably close to Chishiya for the past week, but this was the first time you truly got close enough to smell him. It was hard to explain what he smelled like. You knew it wasn’t deodorant or aftershave - he had brought back neither from his 7/11 runs - so it had to just be how he smelled.

“Good to know,” he said lowly, pausing for a second before continuing. “You smell nice too.”

Without actively intending to, Chishiya began slowly caressing your arm, tracing his fingertips gently across your cold skin and heating you up. It felt comforting so you didn’t want to point it out and risk him stopping.

“It’s been a weird week.”

He hummed and nodded in response, leaving the only sound in the tent that of heavy rain drops hitting the roof and gliding down the sleek polyester. “It has,” he finally replied.

“If you had told me a week ago that we would be cuddled up in a shitty two-man tent together, I would have laughed in your face.”

“Am I really that bad?” he asked, sounding more amused than offended.

You didn’t reply for a while, mostly because you weren’t sure what to respond. On one hand, Chishiya was a pain in the ass to deal with. He was stubborn, smug, and an annoying know-it-all. On the other hand, you weren’t sure you would have survived if you hadn’t stayed with him. 

“No,” you finally replied. “You aren’t that bad. You’re just… you.”

“I see,” he began slowly, carefully choosing his words while continuing to stroke your body with nice, gentle movements. “You’re not that bad either. If I had to be stuck with someone, I’m at least glad it’s you.”

You tilted your head upwards to meet his gaze. Despite how little moonlight that got through the material of the tent, you could still clearly make out the face you had come to know so well. With one hand still caressing your arm, his free hand began trailing up your body to your face where he cupped your cheek, pulling you in close to him until your lips met.

Although the kiss was firm, you could also feel that Chishiya was giving you a chance to back away. For a short moment you considered this possibility: you knew that your entire dynamic very well could be changed if you did this. It could potentially put both of you in danger in the future if you actually got attached. Despite this, you decided to not back away and instead kissed him back equally as firmly, your lips moving in sync with each other.

Slowly, you felt as Chishiya’s body rolled on top of you, pressing you down against the thin and rather uncomfortable sleeping mats that covered the floor of the tent. However, at this moment you didn’t care, not even noticed the uncomfortability of your sleeping arrangements. All your mind was focused on were the sensation of Chishiya’s lips and tongue, and the calming way at which his body weight was grounding you.

As his kisses got sloppier and his hands rougher in their movements around your body, you for the first time felt emotions from Chishiya that weren't just smugness or stoicism. He seemed almost desperate for you as his lips left yours to traverse down your neck, the sound of his heavy breathing filling up the confined space of the tent.

His lips left your neck as he sat up in between your legs and admired the view in front of him. Your hair was spread out wildly behind you, covering the mat; your lips apart and gasping for air; and your chest heaving up and down. Chishiya didn’t look for long before he got to work on undressing you, helping you pull your shirt over your head.

Due to the rather cramped conditions, he had you sit up to undress your lower half, undressing himself as he waited. And there you were: naked and absolutely gorgeous. His eyes lingered on your body and although it was rather dark, he could easily make out your silhouette. You laid back down on the mat, waiting for him to climb back on top of you but he didn’t. Instead, he kept eyeing you over, studying every curve and valley of your figure.

“I don’t have all night,” you joked, using humour to deflect how shy his gaze was making you feel.

Chishiya chuckled, realising that what he was doing was taking longer than he intended to.

“Bear with me,” he said with an obvious smile audible in his tone. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a woman like this.”

“It’s too dark to see me well anyway,” you smiled and wiggled your body a bit to invite him closer. “Don’t leave me hanging, it’s cold laying alone like this.”

Chishiya sharply exhaled air out of his nose at the joke, and gave into your wish. He climbed back on top of you, making you share your combined body heat. His lips began exploring your cheek, jaw, neck, and collarbone before he tried moving further down south. However, he was quickly stopped by the lack of space. After a moment of silence where he tried to change his position around, he finally spoke confidently while laying down beside you.

“Sit on my face.”

“I’m sorry?” you asked, shocked by how forward he was being.

“You heard me. Sit on my face.”

After the initial surprise had simmered down, you decided to follow his rather abrupt demand, sitting back up and straddling Chishiya. Slowly, as if you were unsure if this was the right move, you shimmied your body forwards towards his face, hovering your needy centre just above him.

“Sit.” he commanded while hooking both arms around your thighs and putting pressure on them to push you down towards him.

“I don’t want to suffocate you.”

Chishiya chuckled and tried to pull you down towards his face again. “If that’s how I go, then I won’t complain. It beats dying in the games.”

Deciding that Chishiya was serious about this, you obliged, lowering your body to immediately get met by the overwhelming situation of Chishiya wildly licking up and down your wet folds, slurping in the juices your core so politely offered him.

“Fuck, too much,” you mewled, attempting to stand back up again but being held down by Chishiya’s strong arms while he continued to relentlessly lick up wetness.

You closed your eyes to focus on the pleasure aspect while trying to ignore just how overstimulating Chishiya’s quick tongue swirls were. It didn’t seem as if he had any intention of stopping anytime soon, so you instead allowed yourself to melt into his mouth. Relaxing helped, turning the repeated overstimulation into welcomed pleasure, and causing your mewls to turn into moans.

Chishiya’s grip around your thighs relaxed and instead of drilling his fingertips into your flesh, he caressed your skin up and down, only adding another dimension to the wonderful sensation of his body on yours. Too into the way his tongue so precisely seemed to know exactly how to move, you didn’t notice when Chishiya’s left hand abandoned your thigh to stroke himself until you heard him grunt into your cunt.

The combination of his tongue’s precise movements and the vibration produced by Chishiya’s own groans eventually sent you over the edge, making your thighs clamp hard around Chishiya’s face as you came undone on his tongue. Currently having no other options as he was stuck between your thighs, Chishiya slurped up your arousal, gladly accepting every drop your body offered him.

Once your high was over, you let go of Chishiya’s face and fell to the side to lay down beside him on the thin mat, your chest heaving up and down dramatically as you tried to catch your breath. While licking his lips clean, Chishiya sat up to climb on top of you, smashing his lips onto yours so you could taste yourself.

“You okay?” he whispered in between kisses, waiting for you to nod before he lined himself up at your entrance.

Chishiya didn’t waste longer than he had to, sinking himself into you once you had let him know that you were ready. You felt a mix of pleasure and pain as he stretched your core to its limit, slowly pushing his entirety into you until his tip leaky hit your cervix, gently kissing it as he paused there to let you get used to him.

The slightly burning feeling of Chishiya’s hard dick stretching you out soon enough got replaced with ecstasy as he rhythmically began thrusting in and out of you. First it was slow, but he soon quickened the pace, making you burrow your nails deep into his back as your mind got clouded by the pleasure he provided.

The thrusts, which had been so careful to begin with, quickly gained strength as he repeatedly pounded against your cervix, causing you to hiss and moan alternately. Despite the pain, you didn’t want to ask him to stop - instead you enjoyed the thought that you would be able to feel the aftereffects of this moment for hours to come.

Just as you felt like you had gotten into a good rhythm, finding immense pleasure in the way Chishiya’s hardness was continuously hitting against your sensitive walls, you felt as his movements became less regular and more shaky.

“Fuck,” he grunted into your ear, trying his best to keep up the losing battle. “I’m gonna… fuck.”

With one final groan, Chishiya’s hips stuttered as he buried his length deep inside of you to empty himself. It felt warm and nice, and although you knew that that meant it was all over, you weren’t upset. Instead, you gently caressed his back, trying to let him peacefully ride out his high. Eventually, he rolled off of you, lying beside you while trying to catch his breath.

“Sorry,” he mumbled out of breath. “It’s been a while.”

“It’s fine,” you quickly said with a reassuring smile. “It was a good. Don’t worry.”

Chishiya pulled you in close to him, wrapping an arm around you and letting you rest up against his chest. For a while, the only sound in the tent was that of heavy rain drops hitting against the roof and your slowly easing breathing.

“You know,” you began with a tired smile. “You owe me a better experience now. Looks like we would have to do this again.”

Thankfully, Chishiya chuckled, and you felt him nod his head.

“We need to sleep,” he whispered into your ear. “We’re taking on a face card tomorrow. If we survive, we can celebrate. I promise.”

[PART THREE HERE]

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Order: Passeriformes Suborder: Passeri Superfamily: Passeroidea Family: Estrildidae (estrildid finches)

Photo credit: Marc Languy via Macaulay Library

[harkthorn]

Griffon on a rock, surveying the landscape, or at least this small part of it

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