#And im like... Yeah... I figured but thats okay... I think most people with past traumas have at least one of those fears

[socksdoeswrites]

omg new ideas keep flowing within me 💆‍♀️ can you do reader getting hurt really bad and they start crying for their bf, the jjk boys. you can decide how you want to write it, in a story like form or in an smau where it’s like someone else texting from the readers phone. THANK YEWWW XX

an: the emoji is sending me lmaooo! i most definitely can! you already know i love my jjk men :))! i decided to do a short story thing. i figured it'd be a little more detailed. when people ask for things like this im gonna start locking the fuuuuuuck in. don't wanna leave you pookies unsatisfied!!! you guys deserve the best of the BEST! so, lemme stop yapping, and get to this writing! my writing flow can no longer be stopped guys. im in for real. xoxo!

parings: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, and you!

tags/warnings: cursing, fluff, angst, cliffhanger (im sooooooryyyy i thought it'd be fitting), spoiler!!! tojis is a little... different, i decided to only do the men men in this, but if you want me to add yuuji and megumi, and the others please lmk!, i think thats all!! i really hope you enjoy! (guys, idk if you know the song, "die your daughter", but i listened to that on loooooop writing this.)

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satoru gojo

he didn't know where to look. his mind racing with different thoughts, bad thoughts. his vision wasn't focusing. under each pile of garbage, he listened carefully. a whimper, a scream, a something. he begged and pleaded to himself.

"c'mon, baby. c'mon..."

satoru knew had to be in this area. his heart shattered when a gut-wrenching scream flooded his ears. immediately turning to the sound, and if his heart couldn't break anymore, you lay there. a pipe piercing you through your stomach. blood pouring from the open wound. you hadn't noticed him until his broken voice murmured your name...

"y/n..?"

your head slowly moved to the side, as you connected your gaze with his, you yelled.

"t-toru! "

he wasted no more time bolting towards you. he gently moved your head into his lap. a string of curses fell from his lips as he looked around you. the whimpers and groans in pain melting his heart. he didn't know how to help you at that very moment. all he did was caress your cheek.

"y-you're okay... you're gonna be okay, sweet girl. i have you... i'm gonna help you, okay? stay awake for me, yeah?"

you couldn't help but cry and scream, as he tried his hardest to gently cradle you in his arms. if he wanted to get you out of this alive, he had to move you, and quick. desperately gripping onto his shoulders. the metal pipe still piercing your soft skin. he knew exactly who to take you to. it was just a matter of getting there that scared him...

suguru geto

"where the fuck is she?"

that seemed to be the only thing racing through suguru's mind. he felt disgusted with himself that he wasn't able to take care of you like he had promised so many times. the staff from the hospital trying their hardest to calm the raging man down, until he heard it.

the piercing scream from a certain room. your scream. he wasted no time pushing past the staff, sweating as he prepared himself for what he was about to see. no amount of preparation could prepare him for the sight of your bruised and beaten body lying there helplessly. you begged and cried, for him. you had been begging for him this entire time, and he just showed up. talk about tough luck. the guilt completely gnawing at him, until your pain-filled eyes met his...

"s-sugu.."

your voice was hoarse and raspy, and what broke him even more, was the small grabby hands you made at him. he felt like the shittest man alive, as he rushed to your side, leaning his forehead on yours. he held you tighter with each noise you made. he caressed your face gingerly. sorrow filled eyes were the last thing you seen before passing out...

kento nanami

each cough that left your throat burned as if you drank a full body of whiskey in one sitting. the smoke blazed and screamed around violently. you continued to push through.

"k...ken!" a cough followed shortly after.

your screams seemed to fall on no ears as you tumbled through the broken and disaster-filled city.

"baby! p-please!! where!," a coughing fit tore from your lungs.

"where are you?!"

it seemed almost hopeless to keep screaming. your body being bruised and bloody as you had to drag yourself from the rubble. you knew if you didn't get out of this soon it's be the end for you. you begged and cried to yourself to keep moving. to drag your body a few more steps.

"y/n!"

looking up, you saw the man you had been begging for this entire time run straight for you. you couldn't help but weakly smile, and as your vision blurred, your body began to fail. you fell forward into the arms of your loved one... that seemed to be the only thing you remember before black...

toji fushiguro

"ma, you gotta breath for me."

toji's voice rang in your ears as you looked around the room hopelessly. you were on fire, hot to the touch, and all you could do was sit there and scream. you had screamed for this kind of pain to stop, for some sort of relief. this wasn't normal at all. the doctors voices around you discussing matters in a quick tone as they tended to you.

"toji!"

"i'm here."

every time you took your eyes away from his, he stayed focused on your movements focussed if you needed him, if you needed anything.

"you're almost there, pretty. c'mon, keep looking at me..."

with one final cry out... the pain subsided... and the cry of your baby was the only thing flooding your ears... your vision returned back to normal, to see your beautiful baby boy lying on your chest... and toji kissing your sweaty forehead...

"hey, you... took you long enough..."

[shouyuus]

your job sounds so interesting !! do you enjoy it ? also i’m in my final year of uni now and if there’s one thing i’ve heard over and over throughout the past years, it’s that the chances of you ending up in a job that has almost nothing to do with your degree are very high 😭 though it is a bit comforting to know that im not locked into a certain career path just because i did a degree in a certain subject :) anyways there’s my little yap session inspired by your post lol <3

i rly do enjoy it! :D for context, i work at a fragrance house, which is just a fancy way of saying we make perfumes and flavors and stuff :) i work in the fine fragrance division, so our teams create what you'd traditionally think of when you think "fragrance" -- everything from perfumes to scented hand cream and candles and stuff, but our other divisions do everything from tide pods to clorox wipes to starbucks syrup and bubbly water flavors lmao.

all that to say -- absolutely don't stress if you get a "non-career friendly" degree (if there even is such a thing tbh), and focus on trying to figure out what you're good at (and also what you enjoy) these might not always be the same thing, and that's okay! i discovered that even though i love writing (and i think im pretty okay at it), i'm actually quite good at systems and info-filtering and operational tasks, even though it's not something that i like... wanna do on my weekends, if that makes any sense.

and because every company needs someone who's both well-versed in systems and can then communicate to the general sales/other teams what's going on and vice versa, it turned out to be quite a mappable set of skills, and i got very lucky! :) but i believe that people have a lot of "mappable" skills that they're just not taught to tune into about themselves, bc when ppl talk about "careers" its all very "narrow" -- we always think about very specific, "intense" careers like lawyers or doctors or engineers, but like... sales is a perfectly fantastic role, and all you have to do is be good at schmoozing and chit-chatting lmfao.

also i think a skillset that's not really "taught" but is super sought after/highly necessary to carving out a position for yourself in any sort of company is the ability to "synthesize" info, wherein you can like learn the basics of a thing, and when presented with say a problem that you've never encountered before, use the things that you already know about the system to solve the issue.

this might be getting a bit too technical, but idk how else to explain it other than to "think like sherlock holmes" where you take all the bits of info you know, and you put it together in a way that gives you a new solution a problem.

you would truly be shocked at how few people have this skill, even in the very high echelons of management in most corporate places. but the ppl who can do this become invaluable, and ppl who are in management start to "depend" on you for this kind of thing, which makes you very difficult to replace, which affords you a lot of leverage in terms of negotiating your postition.

i've straight up had my office head say to my face verbatim "if you weren't so stupidly good at this one thing, we would be putting you on a career improvement track" (mostly bc im a walking hr violation lskdjfosadihg and i don't play fantastically well with all my clients -- it's human but alas), and while i was kinda butthurt about it for like the first day, i thought about it and was like wait.... lmfao. thats actually kind of an insane compliment like.... it means that my strengths far outweigh my weaknesses, enough that they literally didn't have any choice but to be on my side and carve out a position for me to excel at the thing i do well, because no one else could do it lol.

so yeah -- i'm sorry i rambled too much, but im pretty passionate about like corporate literacy and both realistic expecations about the workplace as well as an understanding of how to navigate "big girl jobs" and stuff like that lskdjfosid

[actualbird]

where is the nxx sleeping during the bakerlon event because there appears to be a limited number of rooms which makes me think they all either have rooms next to each other or that they’re sharing?? I’m sure there’s extra rooms off camera but i also find the thought of them all crammed into a tiny room like snakes in brumation quite funny

filed under: asks that got me googling the word "brumation"

but this ask is also so funny and so good i love it. according to the little bits of narrative description in the event story, the room situation seems to be "everybody has their own room but these rooms are joined to a share lounge" (i dont have a screenshot of the narrative description where this was heavily implied but trust me, it's in there....somewhere) which okay makes sense

UNTIL IT DOESNT

five rooms connected to a shared room??? on a TRAIN??? that simply does not make spacial sense. at most, there can be two (2) rooms connected to a shared lounge, if im understanding the concept of trains correctly. like, it'll look like this:

becaUSE THE ALTERNATIVE REALLY DOESNT MAKE MUCH SENSE AT ALL SDJFVDJKSS

like, okay, maybe the train is a 2-storey train and the bedrooms that dont fit are on the second floor, but thats a reach given how nobody on the train ever once mentions a 2nd floor. and, okay, the story also takes liberty in going past what we see visually because otherwise how would so many guests fit on a train that only has 8 rooms and whatnot but like......STILL

the most likely arrangement if we want to stay canon to both the story and the visual representation of the train is really 2 bedrooms with a shared connected lounge situation.

but then how would the room division go? logically, it should be divided like 2 people in one room and 3 people in the other, and given how much they all love mc, theyd want her in the roomier room with less people. BUT knowing the boys, theyre not letting Anyone bunk with alone mc because HOW DARE YOU.

so the most likely room sharing situation is

mc all alone in one room and living it up

all the boys sharing the other room

because theyre silly

in terms of bed situation this is easy because bunk beds are a thing, but also theyre in the luxury car, so theyll be in.....luxury bunk beds??? idk. i figure the event organizers of this train trip got boggled when they saw that the nxx team wanted to room together As A Set instead of in separate rooms like a sane person room

the boys: no no. we come as a set. do not separate us from our emotional support miss mc rosa qiangwei

mc: im so sorry theyre always like this

so yeah thats how i think rooms are working. it's only the boys crammed into a tiny room like snakes in brumation

[thewhumpcaretaker]

i have a seeeeriouuus problem with attention tbqh. like. after reciving tons of attention when it is gone it feels like a sugar crash. like for example if ur my friend and u shared ur food w me (sign of affection) why do you not stay by my side all the time like i do why would you sit with other people instead of talking to me why would you be so confusing

and i know it is ilogical because. someone can't give you attention all the time, can't act like you're the most important thing in their world cuz thats not healthy and people have bad days but it doesn't like. make me feel better! i still feel somewhat betrayed when someone just. doesnt show love 24/7. and yeah it is ilogical but my heart just!! feels that way!!! !!!

and yeah i MIGHT be starving for attention and affection but it DOESN'T make sense because like. i do get attention. i might just be really lonely but i honestly think thats likely just my own fault cuz im very picky with people and well. emotionally paranoid as you can see. no actually just very very very very very Very Dramatic i think.

Point is i just!!! i immediatly set subconcious expectations when people are nice to me and when they do things like. that are unpleasant to me it feels like a backstab even tho ITS NOT and theyre likely not even AWARE i get upset that they like. don't want to get another seat so i can sit with them or just MAKE ME THEIR PRIORITY!!! i actually said outloud "i need a fucking lover maaannn" and they told me it would likely just make my ancient sadness worst and i told them: i need someone who is devoted to me, and they told me, that the way i want to be loved, with every tiny detail i notice being noticed, was impossible.

and it likely likely is!!!! everyone has their own lifes even when people are in a relationship you're not their god!!! and that fucks me up bad in an inexplicable way!!! and yes i likely LIKELY need therapy but i am scared shitless i will get told the truth: that all of my pain and suffefing is MY fault and MY responsability and that the WORLD and PEOPLE are not the problem, it is ME, because even tho i alredy know it, i don't wanna hear it from the mouth of a professional!!!

:(

sorry for flooding ur ask box with vents btw

Some of us want an impossible amount of certain things. For me, as an OCD person, the thing that I want an impossible amount of is reassurance/confirmation/certainty. I want to check that things are okay an infinite number of times. But doing so will not fix the issues I actually want to fix. Wanting an infinite amount of attention is similar: generally, the reason that more and more attention is needed is that you're trying to use it to do something that attention does not actually achieve.

I don't know what it is that you're trying to do with attention, because I don't know you. But maybe you're trying to rewrite a time when you weren't given attention in the past, to change the past itself. Maybe you're trying to feel worthwhile. Maybe you're trying to feel safe. Maybe something different. But none of these goals can be achieved (at least not permanently) with attention. Changing the past requires changing the narratives we tell ourselves about it. Feeling worthwhile comes from valuing ourselves, not from being valued by others. Feeling safe comes from being in a safe environment and knowing you have the ability to cope with things that come your way. And so on.

Attention can do wonderful things - it can create connection that broadens you, it can give you a place to check yourself and get feedback, it can expand the amount that you can do by giving you a community. But there are things it cannot do, and if you're getting a lot of it and it's not "fixing" your life, then you're probably trying to use it for something it can't do.

So, my advice would be, don't just force yourself to accept less by brute force of logic. Instead, figure out what hole you're trying to fill with attention. (<- Bolded because this is the TLDR of this whole response) There is likely some unmet need, and you have to meet that need in a new way. Healing means creating the conditions under which it feels possible and safe to let go of unhealthy coping mechanisms such as excessive attention seeking.

Finally, a good therapist will not blame you. Everything I said here is stuff that was told to me by my therapist. (However it is not a replacement for therapy omggggg please go get actual therapy.) They may ask you to try doing or thinking uncomfortable things, but these things will be a challenge that you can take on with their help, not something that you have to do as your sole responsibility because you are a "problem" in some way. You are not the problem.

[h1s-m4rtialgod]

I'm ask all

FREAK U. /silly

1.) what’s you biggest pet peeve.

WHEN PEOPLE ARE INVITED TO PLACES AND ACT LIKE TOTAL A HOLES TO THE PERSON WHO INVITED THEM. SCREAMS (and also people who chew with open. Ew. Manners.)

2.) do you like yans?

Of course I do, I love you :3 <3 (and also most yans i know/moots are really nice so yeah

3.) how many pets do you have?

3!! 2 turtles (Feng xin + Mu Qing) and my dog :)

4.) if you could be in any fictional world what would it be?

Prrrobably TGCF? Mostly cause I just want to see my man buuut… if it wasnt for Qi Rong, Maybe the world from ‘Run Wild’

5.) how many lovers have you had?

3? I think? I dont remember much, but I think thay number?

6.) do you like the sun or moon better?

The sun because Ming Likes it and it reminds me of him now <3

7.) how do you feel about snow?

I LOVE SNOW. Its one of my favorite things, even if my state doesnt get it enough :,3

8.) do you have a crush and if so who is it?

I HAVE A BOYFRIEND !!! MING MIIIIINGGGGG <333

9.) first ever crush?

I’ve never had “full” crushes, cause stupid brain shit LMAO; but I think my last ex? Ik I was more fixated on him then the other people so im assuming thats what a crush is

BUT FOR FICTIONAL? This girl from an 80’s sega fighting game. IM SORRY. SHE WAS SO FINE. PIXELS WERE FINE BACK THEN /silly

10.) biggest fear ?

Heights .. LIKE TERRIBLY. I CANT EVEN GO ONTO JUNGLE GYMS OR SOMETHING WITHOUT FEARING FOR MY L I F E

Also being abandoned. Thats one of my heavy things LOL

11.) biggest insecurities?

MY VOICE. I HATE IT I HATE IT I HAATTE ITIRJRJ

12.) last break up?

April 1st :,3 (funny day haha)

13.) weirdest fear?

I’m scared of both crabs and Animatronics under water ..

14.) if you have any kinks what are they? NO

16.) near death experience?

I don’t think I’ve had any ?

17.) biggest red flag in a lover?

When they ignore u when you’re feeling bad but constantly bombarde you with vents :,( (One ex of mine did this)

18.) how do you feel about online dating?

If they know eachother well, then I don’t mind!! :D also if theyre the same age or CLOSE enough, its okay

19.) 3 bad habits?

Skin picking, Nail biting, Eating paper

20.) 3 good habits?

My hobbies, Idk much i have a shit ton of bad habits

21.) most hurtful thing someone has said to you

“You’re a narcissistic asshole” from a very close friend of mine

22. ) Do you smoke or drink?

NOPE !!

23.) how many tattoos/piercings do you want?

I want 2 tattoos !! :D

24.) how many tattoos/piercings do you have?

Used to have ear piercings, they closed up though sadly

25.) most useless skill ?

I’m able to bend both of my legs over my head at the same time

26.) top or bottom?

Siiighhh….. Top I guess?? I’m more dominate as well so .. IDKK

27.) weirdest dream ever?

I onetime had a dream that my mom brought me to a house to be ‘touched’ and then i proceeded to be put in a groupchat with people who had pfps of cribs and they just sent baby photos of me in different angles

28.) favorite place to visit?

UHUHUHUH I LIKE TO VISIT!! COMIC BOOK SHOPS!!!! AND CONVENTIONS!!!!

29.) what’s your type in a lover?

My type is mostly just anybody who likes my interests and talks to me <:3 so basically uu <33

30.) meanest thing a parental figure has done ?

I have SUCH a big fear about talking negative about my parents due to past incidents, sooo im not doing that :,3

[bakershakers]

beautiful as the place i live and blessed am i to be able to live here, it is still horrible for a multitude of reasons, namely 3; weather, politics, and walkability.

firstly, yall can shout all you want about how florida has "the best weather" when we all know that isnt true. 80° days every month of the year, sweltering heat in the summers (which is essentially late april to early october) with 80% minimum humidity, and not to mention NOT TO MENTIONNNNNNN the hurricanes, the storm surges, the tornadoes, the hail. its undeniably awful, and idc what anyone has to say about it. "oh but you dont get snow!!" okay and??? i wish we did because its so damn hot. its not even meant to get this hot in florida, but tying into my next point:

our polticians dont even think climate change is real, hell our governor doesnt think that!! that is insane. genuinely insane. this past hurricane season was absolutely devastating especially for my community. you cant look at these two once in over a century events occurring happening in less than 2 weeks from eachother and say "thats normal," because it ISNT!! climate change is real regardless of what your pea brain thinks. thats not even the only thing wrong with florida politics. the governor hates on gay people for no reason. i wasnt made bisexual by my surroundings, by how i was raised. i was raised extremely conservative in a strict muslim household in a suburban community filled with republicans. i was not raised to acknowledge gay peoples' existence. and guess what, i turned out gay. you cannot look me in the face and tell me my community's turning children gay when i have first hand accounts of figuring it out myself. its insane that people believe that. i was born this way and you cant change that, and neither can our greedy politicians, mr i bought a $30k+ golf simulator illegally using taxpayer dollars, mr i wear heels in my boots to make myself look taller but then i also am actively trying to ban children from attending drag shows bc i feel like it, mr dont say gay in schools bc itll somehow turn our children gay, mr climate change doesnt exist meanwhile i live in one of the most affected states by it.

my third point, is walkability, which heavily heavily ties into politics. if you know me irl youll know how much i truly care about this. my representative is an idiot who thinks cars=freedom. how is forcing people to pay thousands a year just to fucking leave the house without dying, while also making it more likely for others without that privilege to die, freedom?? it isnt! its not freedom. cars were only ever meant to be luxury items. cars were never meant to be a main mode of transportation. sure, some communities in florida have amazing public transit and walkability, but spend even a day in florida outside any major downtown (like tampa, miami, orlando, etc) and youll quickly find out that where most floridians live, you cant live without a car. florida is extra bad with this, cars bring litter, noise, and air pollutants. add to this floridas extremely fragile ecosystems that we basically paved over with asphalt so 2 ton hunks of metal can get from point a to point b within 3 miles of eachother in 90% of trips.

anyways yeah, thats why i hate florida even though im blessed and privileged enough to live here. i do have to admit, our sunsets are gorgeous, and our beaches are very very nice. i love clearwater beach, has to be my fav ive been to in florida. our wildlife is also very unique and diverse, i love it!! i still would rather not live here.

[panvnsleake]

rocking back and forth over this. this has affected us permanently

got some stuff to say. do note im like the most illiterate person ever so its likely none of these speculations are right 🤑🤑🤑

long post ahead brace yourself -🍞

the part 30 seconds in with charlie and airy. i mean airy created his world yaknow. but much like a kid he doesn't have much experience with being whats basically god. this airy is pre season one (jessie, julien, oscar, max, sandra and thomas). he's testing out his abilities and stuff yaknow

38 seconds in where airy is like. a monster's silhouette for one frame. i think this shows how um. 1st batch of s2 saw airy as a monster. he's one solid color because they never see his face or know him any deeper than "guy who kidnapped me and forced me to compete in his show and caused trauma in the process". ya

50 seconds in he looks confused when he pulls up the awesome roots. maybe like uh. him trying/failing to understand his power and impact over people. in the show he almost/actually kills someone and he's just like "woops. sorry." because. he doesn't understand how powerful he is. he's playing god and yet to him this is all just him having fun

atom not having the same amount of electrons as protons (which means he's probably not a stable isotope) makes me a teeny tiny bit upset im sorry its so dumb. we're not mad at you franklin promise

58 sec the roots are consuming him the show is consuming him the plane is his everything

1 min 7 sec. the plane, which he created for fun, ends up being his and others' demise. or something

1 min 13 sec this has to mean something. do you see how Darker Airy has like. horns. and is cracked unlike Lighter Airy. maybe LIghter Airy is like. past airy and Darker Airy is present airy, or lighter is how he really is and darker is how the contestants percieve him??? dunno :(

1 min 25 sec "everyone else is like me" yeah dude you're right. when i got here airy was also here and i started noticing him and i aren't really that different. the contestants have similarities to him. some have more than others but you can compare and contrast everyone to airy. also we like how stone's eyes are open. and how airy's crack is the sun. do you guys remember that the sun was missing after airy died in one 18. Yeah.

1 min 32 sec and any other scene with the Plants And Roots on contestants/airy. Yet again the show took over their lives some way or another. It had an impact on them. liams job, relationships, dignity and existence were all thrown away because of ONE.

1 min 35 sec lightning because 1. ONE 13 2. airy's power is causing harm to him. i think maybe

1 min 46 sec OH MY TRILOBITE THIS IS WHEN BRYCE REJOINS HOW DID WE JSUT REGISTER THAT. and. there's a daffodil in the background THOSE MEAN REBIRTH WE SEARCHED IT UP FOR AN OC!!

1 sec later we SHOUTED because of this oh my TRILOBITE. we just love this part so much the main 4 are much more similar to airy then they'd enjoy knowing. stares my source (charlotte) down

THE WHOLE ANIMAL SEGMENT IS SO PRETTY. OH TRILOBITE... okay ummm i think this represents airy's control over stuff and also his disconnection from society. yeha. notice how all (i think. maybe the bunny and bugs dont count but shhh) these animals are wild. there's not one that's a typical domestic animal. and i think thats so awesome

2 min 24 sec thats probably an actual compound but i cant figure out which one 💔💔💔 uhhh this means something too probably but like im getting cramps and im moody right now soryg

last scene. like. 2 min 30 sec. liam is like. i dont think hes pretty a-oj guys. haha. maybe this hints at like. cycles. moon cycle. everythings a damn cycle. liam becomes the next airy 🤑🤑🤑

that white flower that pops up on amelias arm and liams shoulder probably has symbolism too but i cant identify it....oughhhhh

okay thanks for coming to my ramble. you're free now -🍞

go see https://youtu.be/3w_HJduFh5o?si=owL4eEGnLXf7wX9J

[istherewifiinhell]

Apparently i needed to do a whole essay just about todays star trek sunday? WUH? HUH??? Okay anyway im culturally christian athetist and Literally just some guy on the internet but Sisko is The Emissary and please accept him into your heart

OKAY OKAY. theeee. literal narative purpose that the Fake Out Emissary guy is WRITTEN so he is an obstacle in and "social issue of the episode" thing aside. like. he could be his OWN very complex character, super juicy perspectives etcetc. But hes NOT hes a character in a FABLE. SEE.

Sisko is the MOST guy who doesnt want to do the thing EVER. im sure a thing that has never happened to any other religious important figure/messanger of the gods./s He is not a literal believer in the prophets. he does believe his senses tho. but that episode i think does a good thing in showing he does not just believe 'yeah theres aliens that live in the wormhole' a la the keiko school ep.

Cause sisko doesnt just believe his own perceptions. he believes the prophets/aliens perceptions too. sisko is so good as a character where we see him go up against character after character, and philosphy after philosphy. and i THINK. its a disservice to try and divide that into secular and religious aspects.

new not emissary guy so clearly interprets what happened to him. all these things for a REASON. see he would have DIED. but they saved him. he was removed from time. so CLEARLY hes been moved to bring something from the past. but sisko knows enough, even if he doesnt WANT TO. to know that doesnt make a lot of sense.

And they go to the wormhole to decide. does reaching the celestial temple FIRST give him crendence as the Real Emissary. but. of course, the prophet/aliens Have No conception of FIRST.

Well okay but the aliens/prophets. literally saved this man from death. Does That have meaning? well, they have no greater reason for healing him than, that is what you do with an injured person. does there ever NEED to be a bigger reason?

In fact, they YOINKED him out of the past, FOR SISKO. in the 'future'. they did something in the 'past' AFTER the thing they did in the 'present'. They DO NOT. experience time linearly.

SO WHY FOR SISKO? Well sisko is the one that talked to the prophet/aliens. and explained to them how linear time works. but they also showed HIM. that he is NOT linear. part of him exists in a past moment of loss of grief. despite that he continues in the present. They proving. Allowing for sisko to prove to himself, that he IS the right person, the person they choose, and thats a good thing.

AND WHY AT ALL? something the alien/prophets WANT. is the protection of bajor. (genuinly dont have enough of the show in my head to go more into why lets just say thats what they want). But they are NOT. telling sisko what do to or how to do it. part of siskos ability to protect bajor is his role/position in starfleet. part of what will MAKE him protect bajor is his feelings towards it. he WANTS to protect them.

Sisko is good for Bajor, as an Emissary, as a Man, in a way the miracle blessed famous poet was not. And getting caught up in the Religion as some Other Thing in that is kinda like a trap i think.....

like. grah. okay. episode we see directly after. Sisko is putting his GOD DAMN ALL. into representing Worf in the trial for like. Literal War Crimes. The option to lose, to go along with the klingon lawyers i guess. plea deal. IS NOT THERE. THE WHOLE TIME. We watch him and he is just In This Thing. Seeing everyones testimonies. which are given in such a striking non digetic format. one that blurs, linearity. that really PUTS the idea of perspective and recall and memory, in front of mind. btw.

This works to both as to make it more interesting, visually and emotionally. AND show there are completely mundane situations where this level of conceptional complexity come into play. If existence is just, things that happen, people who exist, etc. But what happens and who people are, is so fraught by perception, and our understanding OF peoples perceptions. We are working from perceptions of the past, decision of the present, and predictions of the future. So How the FUCK do you determine the TRUTH. OF ANYTHING? EVER!

But Sisko wins THAT GD CASE. by breaking the very CONCEPT of what they were debating over in the first place. The opposition said they agreed with the facts as presented, but want to decide what was in Worf's heart. WELL. the facts as presented WERE VERY MUCH up for debate. It was never a real ship that was blown up, or crime that was commited. All the while what was IN WORFS HEART was REAL, while the ship, was not.

AND THEN. we see Sisko reprimand worf for his actions. This Whole Time we had no SIGN of that in sisko. But now that Worf has been protected from that trail. There remains that An Incedent happened. (Except of course. that it didnt, it was an illusion) and the behaviour still needs to be corrected. So Sisko guides Worf into understanding that behaviour, his mistakes. (Which he already partly knew). They can settle that matter. Sisko lays out to Worf the assurance of future sucess and future dilemmas. With certainy. One day when you are captain. Which will of course. Happen. When you have Even more people to protect, which of course, you will, and maybe when you might have to sacrifice, which of course, you would. There will still be time to create joy, which of course, you must.

LIKE? DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME HERE? There IS NO DIFFERENCE. Between the religious Figure parts of sisko and the secular Officer. He is the same man. And he is Exactly the Right man. He IS OF BAJOR because he Decides to be and He WILL BE. Because time is not linear. He accepts the alien/prophets and the prophet/aliens accept him cause he is as keen and as canny at talking to and unweaving the ideas at play, the perceptions had and philosphies held by them, as he is to any mudane scenario. Because non off them are mudane. Existence is a headache and the stakes are monumental. But there's No Other Option and he will put Everything he is to it.

WEH HEHEHE. non linear aliens like yes indeedy. we did something in the past because of something we did in the more recent past. your past. what you call the past. LIKE. YEAH. OKAY.

[bonchobrick]

tw: slight suicidal actions (but not really the batfam are wildly clueless to the actual context to danny's bullshit hes not suicidal--in this fic--he's dead get it RIGHT brucie)

Au where Batfam are entirely convinced that the new vigilante in Gotham, danny, has time travel powers because he can vanish away from their senses completely

This becomes a problem however when 

Bruce searches for him because wants to save Jason. Danny can save Jason not in the--im a time traveler and i can bring him or you back from or to the past--but in the, I’m a ghost king and have domain over the dead haha

Batfam become really concerned watching Phantom fight because “if he has time travel powers why doesn’t he avoid getting hit every time he can” and get worried phantom is purposefully letting himself get hurt

Danny in all honesty is just vibin the entire time while the batfam is going crazy at every sliver of info they get about danny because like

okay hes a time traveler thats established they got over that

This guy whos somehow been able to stop and rehabilitate rouges (ghosts) in his town is 15??

he may be the kindest most self destructive kid they've ever met like who immediately agrees to help people who were trying to capture and interogate him because he 'thinks we are better than the last billionaire who did this' what the FUCK

Oh yeah and they find out as a bonus in the end that his normal unpowered form he is a teen with black hair and blue eyes (bruce no no dont do it dont--)

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Bruce is losing his mind

Okay so at the start of this there’s an unknown vigilante (danny) that Batman tends to bump into. Except Batman isn’t sure what he is.

Every time they run into each other Batman can tell there should just be a person beside him but before he gets a glimpse and opens his eyes to empty fresh air.

A vigilante that can vanish before their very eyes?

What do the bats think about this?

They think this vigilante can control time and is doing that to sneak out of their gaze.

Now here’s where the funny part comes in

Bruce goes on a wild hunt to search for the vigilante with a plan. To make them turn back time so that he can save his son.

The problem with this?

Danny is not a time traveler most days–scratch that he's not one at all. He can save his son Jason though, in fact he wants to, it’s just he needs to figure out a way to do this whilst not blowing his cover that he is the goddamn ghost king.

So he pretends that he does have time powers and that he just… uh… needs a minute to figure them out… yeah that!

Cue Batfam getting progressively more worried about Danny because ‘if he could turn back time—why doesn’t he avoid those hits?’

They all kinda think Danny is like purposefully hurting himself so now Danny is forced to eat breakfast with them and sleep at their manor.  I mean he’s confused at why they always look so worried about something but he’ll make sure Batman’s son gets home soon! Plus the rich people temporary-living-situation without all the ‘I want to adopt you’ billionaire bullshit is pretty sweet!!

(somewhere in the ghost zone jason is tearing up laughing at the batfam as they struggle to not burst into flames trying to figure out danny-- like for christs sake they think the ghost king is an american doctor who and are trying to get him to spill where his tardis is)

[lunasdream]

i object! // matt murdock x f! reader

summary: a story about how you became friends with two law students. 

word count: 1.4k 

warnings: mentions of alcohol 

a/n: yeah im kinda obsessed with matt! got inspired after watching legally blonde the other day! for the sake of this story, columbia university is sort of not accurate but thats okay cuz its fiction! also ive only ever watched the defenders so i hope i got his character right! p.s this has been proofread once! 

✿  * ✿  * ✿  * ✿ Most people presumed you to be dumb. A bimbo. An airhead. You got into Columbia because of your family’s money and you’re only going there for fun. There’s nothing up there! Just because you like dressing up for class, like to take your notes with fluffy pens and your resume smells like flowers, doesn’t mean you’re a complete ditzy girl. I mean you got into Columbia with your high SAT scores and outstanding admissions essay. Hello, 1560 and sobbing life story right here. 

Although you did grow up pretty comfortable, your parents never took part in your acceptance, you did all that by your brilliant self. Despite the criticism from others, you didn’t let that bother you since you were too focused on getting your masters in psychology and will be graduating summa cum laude. It’s also due to the fact that you had two incredible best friends who didn’t see you as such that made this overbearing school enjoyable. 

✿  * ✿  * ✿  * ✿

It was a Friday night when you met them, Champagne Supernova by Oasis played in the background of a dorm room party signaling the end of it. Young adults passed out on the couch, others making out in corners while you take your last shot before stepping out; bored of them. It was barely half past midnight and you were off to find another party that wasn’t as lame as the previous one. 

It’s been six years since you began studying at Columbia, your dream school since forever, the kind of place anyone would kill to go to. Hell, you’d pinch yourself now and then to make sure it was real and not a dream. Long story short you knew the school like the back of your hand yet you found yourself completely and utterly lost, having strayed off too far. 

“I've had way too much vodka.” You muttered trying to figure out why this part of your building looked unfamiliar. The dorms in your school looked relatively the same for grad students but something looked off. 

After knocking on some doors with obviously no answer, you were about to give up and turn around until you heard some voices coming from the last room to your right. A small whiteboard was placed upon the door and had the names ‘Foggy & Matt’ with poorly drawn glasses on it. You really wished that Foggy wasn’t their real name. Poor guy. Knocking on the door the boisterous laughs had suddenly stopped, silence filling the air for a minute, not until a guy with long blonde hair opened it staring at her in confusion. 

“I didn’t order pizza.” He said, after a minute of stillness. 

You scoffed. “Do I look like a pizza guy to you?” 

He begins to look you up and down analyzing your outfit: black knee high boots, tight floral skirt, and a black long sleeved top. Definitely not a pizza guy.

“Maybe you’re doing some freelance work?” 

You rolled your eyes thinking about leaving until you heard a faint voice coming from behind the blonde. “Foggy you’ve had too much to drink and she’s obviously not the pizza guy.” A guy with dark glasses and what seemed to be a walking cane came from behind trying to save him from humiliating himself. 

“So…what can I do for you?” 

“Yeah, hi I’m lost. What is this place? Like where am I?” You say to him, hoping you made sense, alcohol still in your system. 

“Uh…you’re in Columbia University.” He responds, the smell of vodka hitting his nose, assuming you were lost. 

You laugh. “I kind of knew that part already. I mean like is this River Hall? It kind of looks like it but I think I’m wrong!” 

He stops to take a second to listen to your laugh. A laugh that sounds like a sunny day or a hug. It makes him feel warm. Not wanting to look like a complete weirdo, he chuckled and apologized for his assumption. “This is actually Broadway Hall. You’re actually not too far from there, we can show you if you’d like.” 

“I would so love that but I can’t help but backtrack a tiny bit, I heard you say he’s had too much to drink meaning you have alcohol? If that’s so, can I come in?” You asked eagerly hoping they didn’t reject your question.

✿ * ✿ * ✿ * ✿

They stepped aside to make room for you, while Foggy went to grab the liquor, welcoming you to their tiny dorm that consisted of clothes and books on the floor and plain walls. You decide it’s a bit too bland for your liking, maybe a couple of posters and a hamper could make it seem less drab; they’re definitely in need of your help. 

Since your first year, you’ve been bringing loads of furniture and pretty decor to liven the hideous space Columbia provides for students; which people did make fun of you for in the beginning but stopped paying mind to it by third year. Looking for a place to sit you saw the only two chairs in the room being occupied by papers and even more books. Who needs all of those books? Not even you need that much and you need to read case reports for a living.

Matt was listening to your heart, making sure you didn’t feel uncomfortable as you were still standing. Being in a room with complete strangers might throw some people off, but your heart was beating steadily letting him know you were fine. But why were you still standing? It took him a second for him to realize that it wasn’t because you were nervous , it was because of the clutter that almost covered the entire room. Feeling absolutely embarrassed he told you you can sit on his bed and apologized for the mess. You immediately replied. “Oh my god no it’s okay my room is totally messy too no worries!” 

He heard the slight skip in your heart knowing you were lying. He didn’t like liars, he almost hated them, maybe it’s a quality he gained from studying law, yet somehow he knew you weren’t doing it on purpose which made him respond with a chuckle. “Thanks.”

“Yeah don’t even worry about it, we’re in college I don’t expect anyones room to be tidy, especially guys!” You laughed. “No offense!” 

He smiled. “None taken.” The both of you continued staring at each other smiling like idiots, rosy cheeks forming on your face, the alcohol definitely not responsible for it since you felt yourself sobering up by the second. 

“I don’t want to be rude or anything but I’m just really curious! How does school work for you? Since you’re blind? Ah, did that sound rude?! It was right? You don’t have to answer that!” You rambled cursing yourself for being such a blabbermouth. Matt heard how fast your heartbeat was going, he thought it was kind of you for not wanting to sound offensive, he began to explain. 

“Everything’s translated into braille for me plus I have Foggy over here for help. It’s the least he can do.” He joked. 

“That’s really neat,” You nodded. “And I totally agree, make him do all the dirty work!” You humored. 

“Alright so I have a half empty bottle of vodka or warm beer, I forgot to put them in the fridge, take your pick.” Foggy came back holding them up, interrupting the moment you had with him. 

The sound of drinking lukewarm beer made your stomach churn and quite frankly you didn’t feel like puking your guts out. “I’ll take the vodka, thanks!”

“I’m Foggy Nelson and this right here is Matt Murdock by the way.” You glanced at them, shaking both of their hands at the same time, introducing yourself, not knowing you were all going to become the best of friends. 

“So what’s with all of the books?” You asked tilting your head up, taking a swig of the drink, passing it to Foggy, as Matt said he was done for the night. He sat by you, respectfully sitting as far as possible but he could still smell your faint scent of floral perfume; he liked it. 

“We’re law students, we’re in our final years now.” 

You gasped. “No way! Like Legally Blonde? That’s so cool!” 

They both laughed. “Well technically yeah but it’s more like fighting injustice and keeping the bad guys in jail, but yeah it’s like Legally Blonde.” Foggy responded while all Matt could do was laugh. 

That night you and Foggy had gotten blasted which left Matt to take care of you both. It consisted of running after you guys all over campus, making sure you didn’t get hurt, taking him on an adventure while you were looking for something greasy to eat. One of the first nights he didn’t care about studying.  

[ask-vampire-weegee]

How did Luigi get turned? What were the circumstances?

okay so ive been thinking on it more and i think i have something a tiny bit less vague figured out,

this post may get long because i am stupidly prone to rambles so ill put it under a cut~ dnfjkasda

e.gadd noticed the measurement of paranormal energy/activity in a forest nearby one of his labs (he probably has multiple dude would be the kinda guy to go to another country illegally build an underground lab thats absolutely insane and full of unethical experiments leave and never come back) and asked luigi to go check it out, charlotte's (the name of the vamp that turned luigi, people following my main @your-local-uwu-artist likely know of her) house is covered by foliage and for lack of better term she's a hikikomori so she's very low profile, a number of ghosts (such as jim) live and/or often visit charlotte's estate hince why e.gadd's machines would have picked up on the location, E. gadd was completely unaware of this, he did not know that this was a possibility, i mean even if he was aware would NOT put it past the guy to send luigi anyway, but he would have than at least sent luigi prepared.

you know how vampires cant enter somewhere un invited? yeah so the reason why a vampire living alone in a spooky mansion would attack a poor visitor is probably cause said visitor didnt have the same decency the vampire has to at least knock and not just go walkin around someone elses home: because i think the concept that vampires are both monsters that will kill you and extremely polite very comedic

aka: charlotte attacked luigi because "the fuck this guy doing in my house??"

there are sorta multiple ways that one can be turned into a vampire, im still trying to decide what i can make sound scientifically believable so please keep in mind my only knowledge of biology and sciency things is limited to what one can learn from pokemon trivia, which is more than youd expect but like not alot

when vampiric blood is injected into one it can slowly infect the victims own blood via probably multiplying but im still deciding and procrastinating googling even more stupid questions fdsank

so bassically the vampiric blood would have to be able to overpower the victim's blood enough in order for the victim to turn, so while theres multiple factors for that we can try to split that into two main categories

vampires that died while/before turning (so like, when one dies during a vampire attack, most likely from blood loss, so the vampiric blood can take over very quickly and the transformation itself is painless, i mean dieing probably hurts a bit but like, if a turning was intentional and consensual this is probably the method used)

and vampires that lived through the transformation, which is what luigi is

the transformation can vary in painfullness and length depending on how fast it takes for the vampiric blood to take over: theoretically one could even prevent a vampire transformation if they treated it quickly enough, think of it like when your sick and your bodies fighting off an illness but instead of a cold its fucking vampirism and if your starting to show symptoms than its probably too late aknfdkja

in luigis case it likely would have been preventable if he called E.gadd earlier

luigi's transformation took over a week and was very painful, because the amount of vampiric blood injected wasnt alot, and he didnt lose enough blood for it to take over quickly, after transforming luigi slept for at least over a day, which was definitely terrifying for mario sense fun fact: vampires dont really have heartbeats

[yammoba]

Mother fuckers did you actually read the fucking comic or were you just reading fanfiction or some shit. What the fuck, its an edgy surreal horror gore comic with some pretty uncomfortable ~dark~ themes like out there on display and when the author turns out to have done some edgy shit in the past yall are shocked?? Are you all too young to remember 2010??? Adults on television were saying and doing equally fucked shit and it was just like, okay i guess. Let alone what people were doing on the internet. Im Not saying it was a great time, but its foolish to expect everyone to have a perfect past.

Some of the shit isnt great to have done, but some of the stuff in the "call out" is a such a strech im sorry. And was from long ago? Like what is the end goal here? To get them to apologize? People are saying they wont forgive them even if they do apologize (which is about par for the corse with these kinds of things). Which is their choice, but like... have fun finding any media to enjoy ever. seriously, what is the point of bringing up stuff that mostly is either from the past and shown to have been changed, or like...

......

Maybe like... if edgy stuff surrounding an edgy weeaboo comic is gonna make you uncomfortable, dont read the edgy weeaboo comic. i think there is a serious disconnect between groups of internet users who understand or have experience with a certain type of internet culture and a certain type of internet user and those who dont remember or werent there for it... I'd say its largly a generation divide but thats a massive generilization. Im mostly thinking about the rats and the nevada-tan hoodie, but in one way or another it applies to most of the shit in the doc. Like yeah, the hoddie is a refferance to a collective internet rpf oc that spawned out of a tragic murder that became a meme in japan and america because people were into shit like higurashi and elfin leid and it was like "oh wow, my horror animes have come to life". Was that a werid fucked up thing to have happened? Yeah, but that is absolutly what internet culture of the day was like. 4chan memes were widespread internet culture. I cannot stress this enough. People seem to understand that the internet of the past was full of problematic edgy shit, but i dont think they understand why or in what ways those things existed. Like i could go through and try to "translate", or try to provide context to a lot of the shit in that doc. Maybe i will. But i dont think anyone who now hates captain howdie (and everyone they associate with or who still likes ranfren) is going to be that open to that. But I'll also say that any demands for an apology or what ever people want, thats missing that context, is probably not going to be understood.

Also... ranfren is a pretty small drop in the media bucket. Its an independant artist and a project that is aimed at a very specific demographic of online weirdo who get a very specific form of catharsis out of it. (At least i do) Its hosted on neocities for fucks sake. If that type of thing isnt for you, thats understandable, clearly not everyone was around back then. But in terms of media that actually has an effect on the world, there are much better targets to be mad at. If you feel like anyone is going to be influenced by the content in ranfren and surrounding works to do bad things or hold bad veiws, (and i hate hate saying this) but they are probably too young or just not the sort of person that should be reading it in the first place.

And i promise, with enough scrutiny anything and anyone can be found to be that problematic, lots and lots of media trends are problematic in some way. So you can either stick to a very limited pool of shit to enjoy, shit that probably not gonna actually give you what you want, so you have to keep writing weird ass fanfiction or whatever, or find a way to make peace with this kind of thing. Figure out where your own lines are drawn, and try to understand different people have different lines for different reasons. For me its pretty important to consider if real life people have actually been harmed or are being harmed or exploited by the making of the media. Which also involves taking the size of the persons platform into consideration, especially when considering problems that are more of the nature of "this plays into harmful narratives about x" rather than: "the vfx workers on this movie were horribly exploited and its being funded by the us military" or "the 45 year old director had a relationship with a 16 year old".

Its a complex world, and nothing can be black or white. And as an artist i really hate when a few bad things are suddenly grounds to read everything in bad faith and assume everyone who still likes the art is a rascist pedo apologist or what ever.

[andromacheflints]

humbly requesting u talk abt ur ocs <3

rainbow i love you. anyway aranj and myrem I've been dying to talk about aranj and myrem but I kinda struggle to because they are kinda tied up in worldbuilding?? so get ready to hear that

so i have this pre-modern alternate world setting that i use mostly as a sandbox, and in this world there is a valley and in this valley there are some people who are called lichu (name not set in stone. like their language is called lichuek and -ek means "in the manner of" but its been a while since i worked on lichuek and i think i might want to add a suffix to mean "people" and ANYWAY) sometimes these people are organised in kingdoms and states of their own and sometimes they are part of other states.

anyway there were these two girls who were childhood friends, murem and aranj, who were sort of rich but then murem's family fell off and, being very charming and very clever, she ended up scamming people. and then ended up being run off the country for scamming people. and aranj was like "well I can't let you leave alone" and went with her. so and so they go to Nejbekar (a thriving city-state which features A Lot in the stories i write for this world) to continue being scams. and myrem was like Okay we're in the big city now we gotta refine our act, we'll say im land-owning nobility that has been Exiled from our Land (there's prooooooobably some unrest thats actually happening in their country at that point but i haven't really ironed that one out) and that you are my servant*

*now the thing about servants and lichuek culture is that there is this literary archetype of the Vassal/Servant/Steward sort of, who is a bit like the knight errant in the sense that they did not really Exist but have cultural value as a literary figure and is associated with The Noble Past. and like the vassal is supposed to be loyal to their lord yadda yadda and Most Importantly to take care of their lord's grave after they die (because in middle lichuek literature the lord usually dies young doing something heroic and brilliant) [ask me how this is reflected in their creation myth<3] (and also lord is not exactly a "lord" in the feudal european sense. its more like someone who can command loyalty and Deserves Loyalty) (yes this means lichuek culture has built-in support for all kinds of grifters. dont worry about it)

but the thing is, right, that for myrem the whole thing is an act. she expects them to go home at night and switch it off.

but aranj. who has very little ambition of her own. who has Already spent her whole life following myrem (who really Is brilliant and charismatic while aranj is..jjust some guy honestly). who Already expects that Myrem will die young doing something brilliant and heroic. who misses her home and find some connection to it by embodying this role (and also in the promise that someday she'll return to bury myrem)…she's living for that shit!

(and thats another thing - murem would be just fine living in nejbekar for the rest of her life but aranj Pines for Home and has Very Complicated feelings on murem being the reason they had to leave) (even though she did not have to leave) (but she had to)

meanwhile myrem is straight-up in love with aranj but aranj does not reciprocate (partly cause she's Found A Model for what their relationship should be like and thinks that a relationship with her would be debasing to Myrem. partly because she Just Does Not See Myrem Like That). She'll worship her but not kiss her and its driving myrem insane because she could order her. technically. and murem wants aranj to love her but she thinks she would only do it out of obedience, which not the thing she wants!!!

and its this thing right where aranj wants to serve myrem so much that it comes on the other end as being an inconvenience

and i just. yeah. they love each other very deeply but on very different terms and i love them for that

[spideymarvelws]

What would frat Peter! Be like if he found out the reader is a Virgin?

i put to much time into this

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Warnings : SMUT! (dirty talk, slight degrading, protected sex, oral [fem rec]), cursing, floof, peter going from simp to cocky real quick

Word Count : 4.6k (okay why is this longer than 90% of my oneshots i-)

Frat!Peter finding out the fem!reader is a virgin

It all starts when you and Mj are lounging in your shared apartment watching a movie like you both did every Sunday

The both of you were cuddled into the endless amount of blankets on either side of the couch, eyes trained on the bright screen in front of you

But your mind was focused on something else, namely a certain brown haired boy that just couldn’t seen to leave you alone

Peteyboi💗👀: hows the movie going lovebug??

you : lovebug?

you : thats a new one

Peteyboi💗👀: just trying out new things

Peteyboi💗👀: spicing stuff up a bit yk?

Peteyboi💗👀: do you like it?

you : im not really opposed to it

Peteyboi💗👀: ill add it to the list then

you : list?!

Peteyboi💗👀: pretend you didn't read that

You giggled at your boyfriends words, mouthing a quick sorry to MJ when she gave you a hard glare with the sudden burst of noise

But you couldn't help it, every time you saw the notification pop up on your phone, you couldn't help but act like a lovesick teenager falling in love for the first time

At this point the both of you had been dating for around seven months

Seven months of cliche coffee dates and pulling all nighters

Seven months of stolen kisses in the library or holding hands under the table during lectures

Seven months of pure bliss

“So why haven’t you guys fucked yet?” MJ said abruptly shaking you out of your love sick stare texting Peter

“I’m sorry, what!?”

“You know,” she pounded her fist into the palm of her hand repeatedly, “Sex,”

 “What- I-” you shook your head, trying to process her words, “How did this come up all of a sudden?”

“Since you decided to ignore me on our movie night,” she smirked, “Were you sexting him?”

“WHAT!”

“So I’ll take that as a no?”

“Yes thats a no!” you buried yourself further into the blankets, “Should-” you took a deep breath, “should it be a yes?”

“I don’t know, should it?”

“Oh that’s a good question! Almost like I already asked it,”

Mj laughed at your pouty glare

“No, no it shouldn’t,” she rested a comforting hand on your leg, “Do you want it to be though?”

Yes you did

More than anything

It was stupid, but what you had with Peter was different from anything you’ve had with other people in the past

He was everything a girl could ask for, smart, caring and a sweet personality that could make anyone smile

Let’s not mention his impressive build

And out of all the girls and guys that threw themselves at him, he choose you to love

You wanted to take that step with him, but you were scared that he would reject you

You weren’t experienced, in any way, to the point where you were completely innocent 

And you were dating a frat boy, the name that carried the reputation of sleeping around with most people on campus

How could you match up to that?

You couldn’t help but feel insecure in that area

The most you’ve ever went with Peter was a heavy make-out, it happened quite often too but he always stopped things before they went any further

There wasn’t any explanation, only peter bringing you close to cuddle for the rest of the night, forgetting the spit covering his lips and neck

Which lead you to make your own and none of them were exactly positive

Didn’t stop you from imagining a life where he wouldn’t drop you figuring how untalented you were in bed though

Or just daydreaming of him railing you out of existence

im looking you

“Yes?” you covering your face with your hands, embarrassed with your confession, “I don’t know about him though,”

MJ was aware that you were a virgin but only scoffed at your answer, “Oh come on, that boy is head over heels for you, why wouldn’t he want to fuck you,”

You felt your face heat up with the choose of words, “If he did wouldn’t he have made a move by now?”

“Better question, have you noticed his moves,”

Her question made you think as she continued

“Because I sure have,” 

“What do you mean?”

She rolled her eyes, “The looks he gives you when your not paying attention,” she started to count on her fingers, “Always touching you, constantly, like all the time. Biting his lip anytime you do anything remotely sexual and always blushes afterwards because he caught himself. Oh! Remember that time you wore that skirt? Like the pretty tight one? Yeah, his eyes were on your ass for like the whole day-”

“Okay, okay you could stop now I get it,” you groaned, “How do you know all of this?”

“I’m observant,”

“Makes sense.”

“The point is, he’s is definitely interested in you Y/n, it’s just a matter of you showing interest back.”

“I-” you sighed, “I can’t do that mj,”

“Like hell you can’t,” she rolled your eyes but pried your hands away from your face softly, “Do you want him to be your first Y/n?”

You nodded your head, “Yeah,” you looked back at her, “Yeah, I do,”

“Then you need to talk it out with him, see where you both stand when it comes to that regard in your relationship,” 

“I know, I know, I’m just scared for his reaction,”

MJ only sighed, “This is Peter we’re talking about y/n, he’d respect your boundaries until your ready, and I know you’ll respect his. Its just a matter of who makes the first step,”

“Okay, okay,” you took a deep breath, “I’ll just ask him when I could see him again and just-” you paused, “Ask him,”

“There we go!” MJ cheered as you reached for your phone

Peteyboi💗👀: hello??

Peteyboi💗👀: hellooooooooo

Peteyboi💗👀: is this about the list?

Peteyboi💗👀: i promise ill try them all out sugar

Peteyboi💗👀: ...

Peteyboi💗👀: tbh i didnt like that one

You looked up at MJ, motivated by her reassuring eyes and words, you texted back

you : dont worry petey, the list is cute 😂

Peteyboi💗👀: good good

Peteyboi💗👀: did mj catch you??

you : maybe

you : i blame your clinginess

Peteyboi💗👀: i thought you said you liked my clinginess🥺

you : never said it was a bad thing 😘

Peteyboi💗👀: you implied it tho 😪

you : nah

you : i think thats just you

“What did he say?” MJ interrupted, her legs bouncing up and down anxiously

“I- uh, didn’t get to it yet,”

“I will take that phone, throw it across the room and make you do this in person if you keep stalling,”

You didn’t want to test her words

you : i miss you tho

Peteyboiiii💗👀: sorry babe, just been really busy with the internship

you : i know petey dw

you : do you know when you’ll be free next?

Peteyboiiii💗👀: uuuuhhhh

Peteyboiiii💗👀: the guys are suppose to be out Thursday

Peteyboiiii💗👀: i was suppose to tell you tomorrow but you beat me too it😂

you : oh really?

Peteyboiiii💗👀: would be just the two of us...

fuck circumstances

you : its a date then?

Peteyboiiii💗👀: hey! thats my line😤

you : sorry for stealing your thunder loverboy

Peteyboiiii💗👀: 👁👄👁

you : oh so you could do pet names but i cant???

Peteyboiiii💗👀: never said it was a bad thing 👀

you : ...

you : goodnight peter

The couple of days leading up to the Thursday were stressful to say the least

But MJ was there to hype you up, telling you everything that you should expect, what signals to use and even going out of her way to buy you a red set of lingerie

“It’s going to be awkward at first-”

“Well no shit it’s going to be awkward at first,”

“Hey! No talking back to your teachers,”

“Sorry...”

The drive to the house was nerve wrecking

You were anxious to see his reaction, but even with the doubt clouding your head, there was a ray of light that passed through, reminding you that Peter wasn’t that type of guy

That these past months have proved that he loved you, and you loved him

That he wanted this just as much as you did

You just needed to show him that

He greeted you at the door with a bear hug, rocking you back and forth in his arms

“I’ve missed you angel,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck that made the hairs on your skin raise

“Angel?” you squeaked, “Where did that come from?”

“The list remember?” he pulled back, beaming brighter than you’ve ever seen, “going down one by one. I quite like this one though,” his voice lowered, “Angel, suites you don’t your think?”

“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “Could we go inside?”

“Yeah of course,” his hand squeezed your waist, moving to small of your back and leading you inside

You didn't know how long you could last. With the new pet names, your hyperawareness to his touch and all of his words suddenly having new meaning behind them

You started to miss being so oblivious

“It’s been so long since we’ve had a day together, holy shit,” he said, falling back against the cushions of his couch with his thighs spread making you gulp, “come here,”

“Huh?”

He pouted, “I want to cuddle with my girlfriend so come here,”

the dude likes cuddles leave him alone

You shook your head, remembering MJ’s words,

“First step, get into the bedroom,”

“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable in your room?”

Peter’s head tilted to the side in confusion, “We have the whole house to ourselves and you want to spend it in my room?”

You nodded, walking up to him and stretching out your hand for him to take, “What’s so wrong with your room?”

“nothing, nothing,” he sighed taking your hand and standing up, “Just not as comfy as the couch,”

“You’re just being dramatic,”

“Dramatic?” he teased, raising your hand to spin you around, pulling your back to his chest, “I know nothing of a sort,”

You knew it was suppose to be playful, you knew he was just teasing you like he always did

But the feeling of his hard chest against your back, his hair tickling the base of your throat and his arms wrapped strongly around your waist, keeping you tight against him

You couldn't help but imagine this in a very different scenario

“Ready to go then?”

You nodded, not sure if you could even form words correctly at that point

Peter smirked and within one motion he had you in his arms bridal style, taking you to the stairs that lead to his room

“Nothing of a sort my ass,” you mumbled into his neck, cracking a smile when you felt the vibrations of his chuckles rumble from his chest

“You should know me well enough by now angel,” he kicked open his door, closing it back with the heel of his shoe, “I like to play,”

You sure fucking hoped so

You shrieked when he threw you down on his bed, hopping on top of you and holding you down so you couldn’t move

“Peter!” you whined, giggling when his fingers trailed up your side

“What’s wrong angel?” he kissed your noise, moving to kiss your cheeks, your forehead and finally a small peck on your pouty lips, “Do you not like this,”

“No, no, no,” you cupped his face, keeping him still do you could look at him directly, “I love this,”

“good,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours, lips brushing against each other, “Good,”

“great,” you whispered back, hesitantly raising your head to connect your soft lips on his

It was slow, reminding you of the first time you kissed in the park, trying to figure out you’d lead, you’d follow. Getting the timing right when opening your mouths, and tilting your heads at the right angle for the perfect combination of comfort and touch

It was almost like he was memoizing the motion, stopping after every movement before continuing again sometimes with the same thing or trying out something new

Soon enough his hands gripped the side of your waist, pulling you up slightly to flip the both of you over so that you were on top

He pulled you closer, your chest practically moulding into his when his tongue swiped along your bottom lips, asking for entrance

You gave it to him immediately, letting him explore your mouth in any way he wanted

It went on like that for a few minutes, just the two of you sloppily making out in the middle of his bed. You tried to take it a bit further, grinding your hips subtly but his grip tightened and he pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours

“I missed that angel,” he whispered, grinning at your small giggle

“Me too,” you paused, letting out a shaky breath, trying to recover from the kiss and ignore the wet feeling in your pants, “Could I ask you something?”

“Anything,”

It was now or never, “Why did you stop?”

“Well I- uh, didn’t think you would want to kiss for the rest of the day,” he laughed to cover the crack in his voice, “I know I’m irresistible angel, but you don’t want to wear me out so soon,”

You bit your lip, “But what if that’s what I want?”

Peter’s eyes widened as he shifted on the bed, “You- you want that?”

“Only if you do,” you started to regret your words, “You know what? Just forget I said anything-”

He quickly cut you off with a kiss making you gasp lightly at the sudden contact, “I want that more than anything,” he said quickly, “It’s just- I don’t want to force you into anything, didn’t want to make you feel obligated in any way,”

“I- I want this peter,” your said, feeling the heaviness on your chest disappear, “I want this with you,”

“Are you sure?”

“More than anything.”

“Okay, okay,” he nodded, trying to hid his smile as he lifted you off his lap, laying you gently on the bed, “Hold on, I’ll be right back,”

You watched with your head tilted in confusion when peter walked out of the room only to come back with a blindfold in his hands

“Petey, as much as i would love to, you know it’s my first time and uh-”

He quickly caught on to what your implying, burning bright red, “No, no, no that’s not what this is for,” he scratched the back of his neck, “I want your first time to be special and this is a bit rushed but I want to surprise you and make it nice,”

“Oh,” you stood up, “Okay yeah,”

Peter walked behind you, gently laying the blindfold around your eyes and tying it behind your head. He leaned down to place a cheeky kiss on your neck, trailing up to behind your ear

“Stay here,” he demanded softly before stepping away leaving you frozen in place

He couldn’t help but stand back for a few minutes and admire your state. Your feet were tilted inward, hands rubbing your shoulders with your head tilted down

The perfect display of submission

But he had to kick those thought aside, just for today

After a couple of minutes of waiting, you jumped when you felt hands on your arms, calming when you recognised the rough skin

“Are you ready?” he could hear the smile in his words

“Yes,”

The blind fold feel from your face, your eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light

But it was a lot darker than before, the lights dimmed drawing attention to the groups of candles sitting on his nightstand. The sheets were different as well, the white blankets replaced with soft black ones, the grey pillows now red with intricate designs sewn into them

“It isn't much but, I hope it’s everything you dreamed it would be,”

“It’s that and more Peter,” you smiling, turning around in his arms to place a quick kiss to his cheek, “Now it’s time for my surprise,”

You pushed him down on the edge of the bed, turning around and taking off your hoodie, shuffling out of your black tights to reveal the lingerie 

You turned around with a harsh exhale, feelings small under his gaze

“fuck, you were ready for tonight weren’t you baby?”

You fiddled with your fingers in front of him, “MJ helped me,”

“Figured,” he took your hand, pulling you back to gently straddle his waist, “You’d be beautiful in a potato sack angel, you have nothing to worry about,”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and settling in his lap, “I find that hard to believe,”

“Then let me show you,”

He leaned in, kissing your lips briefly and pulling back, smirking when you mindlessly chased them

“tease,” you muttered, your forehead falling against his

“You love it,” 

“Yeah, yeah I do,”

You both leaned back in, your mouths perfectly in sync as your lips moved against one another, the practise before hand helping tremendously  

Your arms tightened around his neck, your hands running through his soft brown locks, tugging lightly on the strands

He groaned into your mouth, bitting the your bottom lip and pulling lightly, “You’re going to be the death of me angel, you know that?”

You only giggled, “Seems more like a you problem,”

“Oh? Is that how it is,”

You nodded shyly, playing with the edge of his shirt, “I just think it’s unfair that I’m the only one without a shirt on,”

Peter bit his bottom lip, reaching down and pulling off his shirt and connecting your lips right after. He hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you up as he stood and lying you back down on the bed

He moved his lips from yours, down your throat to your colour bone, leaving his own marks in the process

Sealing you as his

And his only

“Can I?” he gestured to the front clip of your bra

You nodded, lost in the feelings of his lips on your skin

“Words angel,”

“Yes, yes please,”

He laughed, “Didn’t even get to the main event and you’re already begging for me,” 

You whined, “Peter,”

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, unclipping the garment, helping you raise slightly so he could fully discard it to the side

“Beautiful,” he whispered before latching his mouth on your left nipple, stimulating the other with his forefinger and thumb

“Oh my god,” your hand shot to his hair, tugging at them slightly while the other took the sheets tightly in its palm

“Feeling good angel?” he smirked knowing damn well the answer

He just wanted to hear you say it

“So good Peter,”

He chuckled, switching to the other nipple, “We haven’t even reached the good part Y/n,”

You only let out a shaky sigh, your hand falling from his hair once he started to move further down your body

He liked that he could make you melt with the minimum things he could do

He wanted to remind you that he had the power to do so

And you enjoyed it

Your back arched when he kissed down your stomach, his fingers trailing down the side and hooking them on the lace of your panties

He looked up at you, waiting for your confirmation 

“Please,” you said once again, raising your legs slightly so he could take them off easily

“So needy,” he muttered, taking them off in once motion, crawling back up to place himself between your thighs, “Going to make you feel so good angel, so fucking good,”

His arms wrapped themselves snuggly around the base of your leg, pulling your core down closer to his face

“Ready?” he purred, trailing kisses up your thigh

“Yes,”

“Good.”

He took a bold lick up the length of your pussy, his tongue swirling around the bud of your clit

“Holy fuck Peter!” you shouted, bitting down on your finger to suppress your noise

“No, no, no angel I want to hear you,” he almost growled, “I want to hear you scream for me, know that I’m the only one that would ever get to hear and make you feel this way,”

His possessiveness turned you on even more

You slowly moved your hand from your mouth, placing it down by your side as peter continued eating your pussy like a starved man, listening to your moans and paying attention to your sudden jerks and reactions to his movements

“Taste so good angel, fuck. I’ve been fantasising about this moment ever since I laid eyes on you,” his fingers started to play with your lips, “The things i’ve wanted to do you, to absolutely ravish you, make you my own” he plunged his finger slowly into you, his strength keeping you pressed against the mattress, “But that’s for later, today is all about you,”

You couldn't even form a word when he added a second finger, sending your head back against the pillows. It was so much, his mouth toying with your clit, his fingers entering you that were so much thicker than yours, hitting places that made your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure

With the third finger you could feel something change, a sudden spike run up your body, clearing your mind of everything but the feelings of your high quickly approaching

“Peter I-”

“Going to cum angel? Gonna cum all over fingers?”

“Yes Peter fuck!”

“Go ahead Y/n, cum for me,”

You high reached with his words, shaking your body. Peter slowed his pace, dragging out your orgasm for as long as possible

He crawled back up your body, stilling his fingers inside of you while littering your blown out face with kisses, awarding you with his touch

“You did so well angel,” he whispered, “So fucking well,”

“Really milking the use out of that name huh?” you managed to mummer, throwing your arms lazily around his neck, not wanting him to leave any time soon

“Do you want me to change it?” he teased, pulling out his fingers, muttering a small sorry when you winced

He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your wetness of his skin while more continued to form at his dirty display

“How about...” his fingers popped out of his mouth, moving to caress your face, leaving a trail of his spit down your cheek, “Princess, my pretty princess,”

Your legs clenched at his tone and new name, making Peter giggle, “Princess it is then,”

He reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a condom and ripping the package open. He rolled the plastic on his impressing length, making you both drool and scared that that’s what was going inside of you

When he took off his sweatpants? you didn’t know

He flipped the both of you over for what felt like the hundredth time that day. His hands were tight on your hips, keeping you hovered over his hard cock

“We go at your pace okay?” his looked at you with dark eyes, “Are you sure that-”

You cut him off with a messy kiss, taking his member into your hand and guiding it to your hole 

“You talk to much,” you mumbled, taking the red tip inside you with a groan

He moaned with you, your pussy tight and snug 

“Take it easy,” he whispered, whipping off a bead of sweat that began to form on your forehead, “We have all the time in the world,”

“So big,” you whimpered, slowly take him inch by inch. Soon enough you started to loose balance on your knees, falling forward with your hands on his chest and your thighs relaxing, letting him bottom out inside of you

“Fuck,” you both said in unison, letting out a breathy laugh

“It kinda hurts,” 

“Well I’m not exactly average in that department-”

You scoffed, moving around on his lap, trying to find a comfortable position

“Tell me how you’re feeling princess,”

“It- it’s getting better,” you were fully relaxed now, “I- I want to start moving,”

“Go ahead Y/n,” he raised himself up so that his chest was pressed against yours, “I’ll guide you okay?”

“Okay, okay,”

You started moving up and down, more so just humping his body because your legs already starting to feel weak

But peter was patient with you, constantly making sure you were okay and keeping his eyes on your body

Not like he wanted to take them of of you

You looked angelic above him

No wonder the name suited you so much

Your mouth open, hips moving slowly bringing the both of you pleasure you’ve never experience before

He wanted to keep that picture in his mind forever, framed in his memory

Because you weren’t some girl at a party he picked up or guy he drunkly made out with

You were someone he loved, with all his heart 

That trusted him enough to share this moment with him

And just perfect an every way

“You’re doing so well princess,” he groaning, staring to rut his hips back into yours, making your moans grow even louder

“Fuck,” you fell against his chest, “Peter,”

“You want me to take control princess? Too fucked out already?” he couldn’t help himself while muttering those words, getting lost in the feeling of you

“Please peter I can’t-” he cried, “Please,”

“I got you princess,” he planted his feet on the mattress, thrusting up roughly into you, “I always got you,”

He began pounding into you, gradually getting faster and faster as your whines and moans grew louder and louder

Your second orgasm was quick on its way, and with Peter’s pace becoming irregular, you could tell he was almost there as well

“So fucking tight princess,” he groaned, pressing his cheek against yours, “Are you close,”

You mewled in response

“Cum with me princess, scream my name and cum on my cock,”

“Peter!” you shouted, cumming hard on his member and sagging against his chest

You could feel the condom begin to fill up inside of you, his hips stilling against yours

Part of you wondered how it would feel shooting inside of you without the protection

From there it was a blur, the feelings of peters lips against your skin, his arms wrapped around you, something cold and wet moving across your body

You caught your bearings when Peter pulled you into his chest, his shirt now covering your form along with the same fluffy blankets that covers the couch downstairs

Peter started, “That was-” 

“Amazing,” you finished for him, giggling and cuddling further into his chest

Peter looked down at you, his hand caressing your face like he did moments before but this time his touch was filled with comfort and reassurance, “Are you alright?”

“Better than I’ve ever been,” you giggled, peter chuckling along with you

“I think I’m going to need to start adding names to that list,” 

You looked up at him, “Like what?”

He sighed, a sly smile forming on his face

“I think I’ll start off with my little slut,”

...

fun fact, this was originally gonna be different types of frat peter like cocky, soft etc like some fucking frat peter multi verse but i just lost interest halfway through. 

My mind just said no♥️ so i scraped that and this was born instead

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[sleepy-dreamers-inc]

MORE DAD WILBUR!!! IT WAS SOO FREAKING CUTE!!!

Wilbur as a Dad! Pt. 2 💫||

irl / in-game

Genre| fluff

h e a d-c a n n o ns||

Sypnosis|

Y/N and Wilbur have finally had they’re baby, so have some nice Dadbur <3

Artist| jillybeanie01 on twitter!

warnings| hospitals, swearing

Key|| [C/N] - child’s name

- There C/N was, laying in they’re parents arms, as Y/N hugged them close, cradling they’re new born baby. Y/N stared in adoration, they we’re finally going to be a parent, the journey had been rough, and still will be, but for now, it was worth it.

- Wilbur had quietly sneaked in, cracking open the door and sneakily slipping into the room. He quietly walked over to the bed, staring at the two most beloved people in his life. Y/N softly cradled C/N in they’re arms, softly nuzzling them as C/N softly snored.

“Oh god...- oh now i have two beautiful people to adore..” Wilbur giggled, grabbing his partners attention. “Why hello, Mr. Soot, would you like to meet Soot Jr?” Y/N giggled softly as to not disturb the precious infant in they’re arms.

Wilbur giggled, and slowly made his way to his lover and child.

He’s never loved two people so much in his life.

- The few days you and your baby had to stay there he felt like he couldn’t function, usually he would go on ‘auto-pilot mode’ or be totally normal, but he practically sulked around until you and C/N were discharged

- Speaking of leaving the hospital, when all of you could leave that day he was SO EXCITED. Cradling his baby in his arms bouncing them up and down ever so gently. He was so happy to finally be able to be with his kid, with no boundaries. He was truly the happiest man in the world

- He’d walk around with C/N in his arms, showing them the house whilst he had a big goofy grin on his face. Especially when showing the kid they’re nursery

(just an example but still)

- You know he’s missed streams becyhe was spending time with C/N. Which in return causes him to stream at like 2-3 AM, but then C/N starts crying, so theres just these like 10-15 minute periods in his stream of just him not being there.

- Him having shopping trips with C/N and going buying them clothes, toys, plushies, ect.

- Again, he’d totally buy sweaters and beanies for them. They’re is no escaping this thought.

- Techno travelling to the UK so he can meet C/N with Tommy and Philza. And them all of then internalky crying because ‘holy shit this baby cute but WILBUR IS SO HAPPY— BUT FAMILY TIME AND LATE NIGHT TALKS-‘

- Niki? She’d be a great babysitter change my mind. She’s like the only one you two trust besides SBI & Tubbo. Like thats the group. Thats it.

- Philza would be a great grandfather this is CANNON. That man was made to be a fatherly figure, okay? Him and Kristin would be so happy to spend time with C/N

- Like yeah they wouldn’t act like 80 year olds and want porridge or like prunes but you know they’d take your kid out to the park, play with them, like i swear they’d probably have a routine schedule

- Tommy and Tubbo would just. Vibe with them if im being honest. They probably dont know how to take care of babies but that doesn’t mean they’d look after C/N and try they’re best.

- Although you and me both know they’d get into some trouble while C/N was there, i can totally see them sprinting down a sidewalk with C/N in Tommy’s arms as Tubbo is looking behind them.

- Wilbur having to be pryed off of the duo after he found out that incident happened.

- Wilbur is a protective dad, not suffocating and wouldn’t let his kid do anything, but more of just wanting them to be safe. He would die if his baby got hurt

- He’d miss a lot of streams... which caused his chat to ask what was happening. This in turn led him to walking out the room and returning with a bundled up baby in his arms.

“This is C/N, chat. This is my baby! They’re the reason I’ve been missing so much... but i can’t complain, they mean everything to me.” He whispered, pecking his baby on the forehead as he read his chat. It seemed everyone was supportive, and he knew Twitter would blow up.

- He’d make so many songs about his kid. It’s ridiculous. You could hear him humming a new tune and peek into the next room, only to see him rocking C/N back and forth.

- He’d sit C/N in his lap and play Minecraft on stream every once and awhile, C/N would try to grab the mouse and chat sweared he started crying

- Monthly streams with C/N pog??

- When C/N spoke they’re first words Wilbur got SO EXCITED. Especially if it was “dad” or “dada”. He would SOB GUYS.

- Wilbur hates being soft in front of other people that isnt you or SBI but C/N could do anything in front of anyone and ges smiling, giggling, clapping his hands.

- When C/N took they’re first steps it was because Wilbur was strumming his guitar, making a new song. He felt a tug on his pants and looked down to see C/N standing, angry and wanting attention. Oh boy they got attention all right. He ran to his phone and called Philza

“PLIL!!! PHIL!! PHILZA! DADZA-“

“WILL WHAT IS IT???”

“C/N JUST TOOK THEYRE FIRST STEPS I THINK I MIGHT BE CRYING-“

“OH MY GOD YOUR JOKING?? REALLY?”

“YEAH!! PHIL MY BABY IS SO SMART-“

“POG-“

- Y/N and Wilbur would have to take a trip somewhere, and this time Techno is the one who gets to take care of C/N!!! You guys would only be gone for like 3 days, but still.

- But when you two got home to a Techno sleeping in a chair, C/N in one arm as a Greek Mythology book was in another, Wilbur snapped a picture because thats what brothers do, guys.

- You finding Will asleep on the couch, C/N napping on his chest. You’d probably join in the cuddles to (dont lie-)

- I have no idea what being a parent is like lololol im the youngest in my family so i hope this wasn’t SHIT-

a/n: Dadbur pog. I had no idea what to do for this post since all my ideas just left my brain.

Also sorry for not posting sooner!! Life has been super busy and a struggle for me for like,, the past week but lets hope i have more chances to write so my posts are actually good sjdbjd

Anyways ughhh sorry if this was bad but ughhh im making a discord? So pog? :D

[nuclearnerves]

INCOMING VAMPIRE AU THOUGHTS

Don't mind me I'm finally getting the ideas I had on this shit out so I can actually go forward with developing it as an AU. It's my usual mixup of fps protags, Gordon Guy and John, but I'm starting with Gordon as the Vampire and Guy as the Vampire Hunter.

absolute beast of a wall of text under the cut

What If Being A Vampire Literally Sucks All The Time Forever like chronic pain sucks. like THAT level of sucks. Like Here's what I was thinking of. Being a vampire isn't just "being alive forever but you need to drink human blood" It's like Oh man I have some lore you look at vampires and their main thing is that they're blood suckers right so lets start with a corpse dead body. cadaver. no longer with us. just some rotting meat. The brain needs oxygen as fuel. The blood supplies the oxygen through blood. The blood is pumped through the heart. The blood is made by your bone marrow. You die. Your heart stops beating Blood stops pumping Brain no longer has oxygen to think marrow stops making blood thats standard! Now, becoming undead, as a vampire, is a little more complicated. The long and short of it is: your body is FIGHTING ACTIVELY to be alive against all odds and wins every time (immortality), but it hurts the whole way

I have the gist of it. It's like. Your heart stops. By all means, you should be dead. but the magic kicks in, and you're still thinking. Your brain is still sending signals to your muscles to move. But using what oxygen to move? whats burning in you? You don't know but you know it's just enough to get to your next meal. So you ferociously eat something, and then find you can't swallow. You can't make saliva. You barely have the energy to chew, and once you DO get something in your stomach, it immediately comes back up. Why can't you feel your pulse? What's going on? You're out of options so you figure you might as well just lie down and die. You're too tired to keep going anyway. So you do, you lie down, and you close your eyes, and you quietly hope that death is as peaceful as sleep. You realize you've actually been moving around without breathing, which makes sense because you can barely flex your diaphragm for more than a shaky wheeze. How are you thinking with such little oxygen? But as you fade from consciousness, you can feel something in you, and it's so upset, it's crying, it's filled with grief, and you instantly can tell it's your skeleton. It's your bones. You're distraught down to your marrow. You're dying. You're dying! Your heart stopped and you have no more blood! You need blood! You need blood to move! To breathe! To think! You try to breath deep again for the voices in your bones, trying to comfort them, to sooth them with the repetitive motion in your lungs, trying to fill yourself with anything but grief, but they keep wailing. We make the blood, our creation, our child, what we put all of our work into is gone! gone! gone! We need it back! Anything! All of it! Find it! Bring it back to us! We're hungry! WE'RE HUNGRY!

and once you find yourself too exhausted to listen, to think, how badly you wish just to die already to cease hearing this wailing, you find your body moving without you. And it's hungry and it's searching and it's crawling on all fours and it misses its beautiful red life that made it feel so full before and it needs it back, and the next thing you know you're desperately grabbing anything with blood in it and shoving it in your mouth in a desperate attempt to sooth this cry for life, you don't want to die, you don't want to die, you worked so hard to keep up this body and craft it and LIVE with it and you're not going to go, and even when you try, even when you try to lay down and die, your body refuses, it takes the reigns, and it keeps up the work itself with or without your help. And it's not until your stomach is full and your teeth are stained and you feel a pulsating burning in your bones that you snap back awake, completely conscious, just fine. You're lucid, you don't feel any more pain. Everything around you is dead and drained and messy and your heart still isn't beating. but you can breathe now and holy shit you guess you literally need to kill to survive and the less you eat and the more you starve yourself the worse it gets when your body finally decides to take recourse.

my idea was like. "the vampires curse is actually stored in the bones, thats why the teeth get so sharp and also theres a connection between blood and bones with the creation via bone marrow" its literally like i was sitting there thinking "no no no, whats it like to be a vampire. what neurosis would you develop. How would you panic? What are common mistakes beginner vampires make" which, by the way, gordon is a beginner vampire

so now you gotta factor, what blood lasts for how long? how long can you go between meals? not only that, but what creatures satisfy the urge? How long can you go avoiding human blood? Does it work like drugs where you develop a resistance to the high, or is it like food where it will keep you moving until you eat again? How the fuck are you gonna get your hands on blood? Can you just eat raw meat? Does that count? and thats where im at lol

OKAY now. now thoughts on beginning scenes of vampire au

So my idea was this Doomguy is a vampire hunter independent and one of his buds says that some freak scared and almost attacked his daughter when she got too close to his old abandoned laboratory up the hill and hes like “he might be… you know… a problem. if you needed a lead” and guys like yeah i fuckin hate the undead ill kill this dude so he busts into old lab space and sees so many dead animals its actually mostly Bones and pelt that hes seeing piles of feathers etc so hes like yeah this is all telltale signs of vampire uhhh hes introduced to gordon SOMEHOW im not totally sure of the details but the working idea i have is guy falls into a trap gordon devised that restrains him suspended in wire or something and gordon like. limps/stumbles into the room and this dude looks haggard he’s breathing heavy, his cheeks are hollow, he’s bug-eyed and shaking while looking at this massive wall of meat in his trap and he bares a bunch of hideous teeth and grits them and looks like hes really struggling with somethin... Like if these dudes don't know each other then Gordon might give in and try to drain Guy, and Guy would absolutely do anything in his power to turn this new vampire into ash, im thinking the inclusion if g-man as a coven leader can fix both issues.

i like the idea of guy falling into gordons trap and gordon thinking about what to do with him before gman shows up and whisks gordon away for a “meeting” while complimenting him on his good work catching the most feared vampire hunter in the country and gman just leaving guy suspended in wires that he has to fight his way out of. Instant situation defuser.

Guy ends up needing to take care of other monsters before going back to Gordon, and he DOES plan to go back to gordon, because no vampire is a good one, especially not one associated with the fucking head of a coven, but next time he sees Gordon, Gordon helps him out of a scrape by attacking and draining a combine who was going to take Guy out or something and escaping before Guy can catch him, or otherwise seeing Gordon do something good with his insane undead powers and like, the third time he meets up with him is when they can actually talk, and Gordons fuckin SO haggard, he’s not even fighting back and he’s even going as far as to say “just make sure theres nothing of me left when you’re done, I don’t want anyone else getting hurt”

Side Note: Guy has a bunch of scarring on his body from dealing with vampires, cops, ghosts, werewolves, anything violent that kills people. I'm playing with the inkling of an idea that he has Divine Blood in him, so that any time something undead bites him or tries to drink his blood, it burns. We'll see.

Side Note 2: now i really like the idea of the combine actually being an organized faction of vampire hunters that are WICKED crooked and exploit people for all their worth in exchange for their “safety” when they kill a vampire They’re essentially loansharks and Guy fucking hates them and hates the name theyve given to vampire hunting

Side Note 3: You've probably noticed that I haven't said anything about John yet! He's in this too. His species is a surprise but I need to get to him later I have an idea for where he came from (Cortana too)

I still need a good reason for Guy to not instantly kill this vampire, if not it's just gonna be "Gordon Freeman escapes the countrys best vampire hunter like a seventh time" every time they meet and they end up being rivals. And it gives Guy enough time to look past the whole "undead monster" thing and start looking at the "Oh this dude figured out how to fight his ridiculous craving for blood in a way more humane than most and is actually staying out of peoples way and keeping to himself. Guess he's not that big of a threat but I still need to keep an eye on him in case he loses it. Turns out he's got a family (Probably Alyx, Eli, Issac and Barney) who's been lookin for him and cares about him as well, don't wanna hurt them". I like the idea of them ending up needing to team up to take out undead together.

And that's what I got so far!!!