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staybabblingbaby · 1 month ago

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Fan Experience with SKZ a2d3 (+ 1,652 words Addition)

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: You hadn't expected to win the opportunity to have a dinner with Stray Kids for you and a friend from a gimmicky raffle meant to sell more albums. But you have. And now you have to meet you idols and try not to completely fall apart in the process. (or: I miss those weird old sweepstakes to hang out with random celebrities and go on shopping sprees with someone else's money from early 2000s infomercial television. So I made SKZ do one. kinda.)

Word Count: 3,051

Notes: Listen. I know she's not what everyone was hoping for, but she's what I've got, ok? I read this fic by @staylovesmiley and I got so delulu about it that I started working on this one again. It's literally not my fault. Also, I literally wrote this and posted it with no, like, revisions. Cos it's still a rough draft. Feel free to tell me if you spot mistakes tho.

Warnings: Reader has an anxiety/panic attack (twice, kind of? One is really just being dramatic about nerves the second was a genuine panic)

Masterlist

"I can't do this." you whine pathetically, “I’m literally going to throw up.”

Ha-Yun, your best friend and the sacrifice you'd dragged along to be your emotional support to this fan opportunity, wraps a comforting arm around your shoulder.

"You're doing it." she says firmly, “and you’re not allowed to throw up. These are my nice shoes.”

Maybe the arm wasn't a comfort after all, maybe you were her captive now. Turnabout is fair play, you suppose.

"We're already here, and the guard has already left to get someone. It's too late to back out now." She add, infuriatingly reasonable. She’s made several good points, but the day you admit that is the day you marry her. Unfortunately for lesbians everywhere, Ha-Yun happened to be very straight.

"You don't know that!" You insist, "We could run right back out the doors- just poof! Gone." You speak like some sort of madness had taken over you, waving your hands around to illustrate your (admittedly, a bit insane) point. Quite honestly, it probably had.

Ha-Yun turns to face you properly now. She knows you well enough to know that you were genuinely freaking out, no matter how silly you were about it. She gives you a sympathetic smile, and tugs you closer. Presumably to keep you from running off (and maybe to actually comfort you. Maybe).

"It'll be fine. You adore those boys. Just be chill and respectful and it'll all go well." Once again, Ha-Yun appeals to your greater reason. Too bad you weren't feeling very reasonable at the moment.

You turn yourself to hide your face in her neck and make a sound not dissimilar to a boiling kettle.

"What if they hate me?" You desperately question, "What if they think I'm weird, or ugly, or annoying, or- or- or!" You trail off breathlessly, on the verge of hyperventilating, and feel Ha-Yun gently pat your head.

She makes soft seal noises to mock you and then says, "Well if they do its not like you'll ever know."

Another keening whine leaves you as you slide down to crouch on the floor, arms sliding down with you to wrap around Ha-Yun's knees. She stumbles a bit, but regains her balance by using your head as a cane. She lets you stay there, blessed saint that she is, and continues to speak, wretched devil that she is.

"I mean, really, they're not gonna tell you to your face, and you're not gonna see them again after today." She points out.

You'd like to argue, but it's not like she's wrong.

You'd ended up couched on the floor of the JYPE building, clutching your best friend's pant leg, on a random Tuesday, about to meet Stray Kids AND eat dinner with them, by pure dumb luck. Actual, literal, luck. Like, won-a-raffle sort of luck. You may as well have won the lottery for everything this opportunity means to you.

Once-in-a-lifetime was an understatement.

"Just have fun with it," Ha-Yun finishes her pep-talk, heedless of your internal (and external) freak-out.

"I think I'll die, actually." You mutter petulantly into her thigh.

She snorts at you, ruffling your hair aggressively and disregarding your half-hearted attempts to swipe at her for it.

"C'mon, what happened to the person who was bouncing off the walls excited about this?" She cajoles, shaking you around but not dislodging you.

When she says bouncing off the walls, she means it. When you’d received the email and confirmed your attendance, you’re pretty sure you invented new parkour moves with the case of zoomies you’d gotten in your euphoric excitement. You’d gotten a noise complaint about it.

Still, that joy had abandoned you now.

"They're dead and buried." You deadpan. It wasn’t like you weren't excited, really! You’d been looking forward to this for weeks now. For all your dramatics, Bangchan himself probably couldn’t peel you from this floor and make you leave. You’d become a permanent mark on the lobby floor of JYPE before you missed this.

You were just going to perish from sheer anxiety, that was all. Could anyone really blame you? You were about to meet your idols. It was kind of a big deal!

Ha-Yun does nothing but pat your head twice. "Well unbury them," She commands, "the guard is coming back."

Your head snaps up to see not only the beefy security guard who'd checked both of your I.Ds and passes with great suspicion a few minutes ago, but also the Bang Christopher Chan, come to peel you off the floor.

Your brain stalls for a second, seeing him dressed head-to-toe in casual black, barefaced and smiling beautifully at you. And then you realize the position you're in and scramble to stand properly, far too late for either of them to have missed your bout of insanity.

You attempt to slide yourself behind Ha-Yun in your humiliation, but the cruel woman snags your elbow with one hand, and your opposite shoulder with the other, and holds you in place in front of her.

You take back anything nice you've ever said about Ha-Yun, she's an evil witch and she’s out to get you.

Before you can panic too hard, Bangchan and the security guard come to a stop in front of you.

Though Bangchan is all warm eyes and kind smiles, you can't help but feel small in front of him. You shrink back into Ha-Yun, but she doesn't allow you to retreat. You promise to yourself to only cook foods she doesn't like for a whole month when this is over.

"Hi, it’s so good to meet you!" Bangchan greets cheerfully. You do your best to match his smile despite your fear and return his greeting (only after Ha-Yun subtly elbows you to take the lead, refusing you your right to silence), introducing yourself as the fan who’d won the raffle before motioning to Ha-Yun, who was still holding you hostage.

"And this is Ha-Yun, she's my emotional support human today." You're extremely jealous she's as functional as she is as she both bows respectfully and shakes Bangchan's hand, prompting you to do the same.

This was one of the many reasons you'd chosen to bring her over any of your friends who were actually Stray Kids fans. Functional emotional support summed her up nicely.

As greetings wrap up, Ha-Yun turns to you with mischief in her eyes. You glare right back as she begins to dramatically interrogate you.

"Is emotional support all I am to you?" She demands, "I thought we were more than that! I thought we had something special!" She places a hand over her heart as you'd shot her, dipping back way too far in her dramatics because she knows your hand will catch her whether you want it to or not.

Supporting most of her weight with your fist dug into her upper back, you retort, "You thought wrong."

Bangchan's snicker reminds you of your audience and you tuck your hands behind your back with an embarrassed flush. Ha-Yun stumbles at the sudden lack of support, and is treated to a heated glare when all she does is laugh at you. You may as well have been air for all it affects her.

Two months. No yummy home cooked meals for Ha-Yun. You swore it.

Bangchan begins to speak and your attention is immediately back on him instead of your comedy act of a best friend.

"So, the company actually picked out the place for dinner, so we don't get to choose, sorry." And he really does seem apologetic, despite this seeming like a very reasonable thing to you. "It's this barbecue place down the road, we'll be meeting the others there, if that's alright?"

Again he asks like he genuinely values your opinion in this, and the prospect of being in even one (1) of this man's thoughts as an individual causes you a bit of a crisis.

Luckily, this is exactly what you'd bright Ha-Yun along for, and she easily agrees for the two of you while you malfunction, guiding you along with the experience of having born witness to more than one blue-screen brain moment in your life.

She strikes up an easy conversation with Bangchan as he leads the three of you deeper into the building towards a different door, leaving the security guard behind, the man cheerfully explaining that you’d be making your way to the building’s underground parking garage where a car was already waiting for you.

You're a bit jealous of Ha-Yun’s comfort and ability to talk to strangers. Even famous ones. You sort of feel like you're simultaneously walking on air and suffocating on that same air, but she keeps conversation light and steady, the mood easy and comfortable even as you stew in anxious silence.

Still, she keeps her hand on your back to keep you walking and rubs little comforting circles there. So. She's forgiven. Only a little bit. Back down to one month of no yummies.

The journey is short, and you don’t get to see much of the company, but Bangchan catches you looking around curiously as you walk, and generously explains the types of rooms and offices you walk past like some sort of tour guide. In fact, he apologizes for not being able to give you a more thorough tour and you frantically assure him that this was more than you'd ever expected in the first place.

You don't catch the pleased look he has as you crawl out of your shell a bit to ask him more questions, but Ha‐Yun shoots him a grateful look over your head. You don’t see the tiny nod they share, but the two reach an understanding over your oblivious head.

Cute, precious dongsaengs were to be protected.

Surprisingly, and relievingly to your poor, anxious, mind, there’s not much in the way of staff or cameras during the ride to the restaurant.

It’s actually Bangchan himself who climbs into the driver’s seat, and the only cameras you spot are small unmanned ones strapped to the dash and seats.

In the terms and conditions you’d signed when you’d entered the raffle in the first place you’d agreed to being filmed for content. At the time you hadn’t thought anything of it, thinking you couldn’t possibly win in the first place. After all, you were no GOM or fansite, nor rich enough to buy multiple sets of the album that bought you your chance to win.

And yet, here you were. Your one measly entry and a fuckton of luck later.

So yeah, you hadn’t really thought twice to agreeing to being filmed in the event that you won. You still hadn’t thought much of it until JYPE had sent another, more thorough release form, granting them the right to profit off of the content filmed today. Then it had felt more real.

You make your way over to the car, a subtle thing painted black and with tinted windows, and Ha-Yun practically shoves you into the passenger side door when you instinctively reach for the back. You toss her a wounded pout, but she just rolls her eyes at you and climbs in, settling in the middle of the back seat.

You get the hint and sheepishly slide into the passenger seat, giving Bangchan an awkward half bow when your eyes meet. He just offers you a dimpled grin in return.

He must clock you giving the cameras a weary glance as you buckle in, because he taps the one on the dash before starting to pull out.

“They like these things to be natural,” He begins explaining, voice warm and kind, “So don’t worry too much about the cameras. Try to forget about them, if you can.”

You don’t think you can, especially since there’s a little blinking red light on top indicating that they’re already recording, but you’ll try. For Chan.

“I’ll start making a fool of myself the second I forget.” You joke, letting your tone go whiny with complaint.

Ha-Yun pulls lightly at your hair from the back seat, sniggering as she says, “You’d do that regardless.”

You complain loudly and reach back to slap at her, but Bangchan puts a hand on your shoulder and gently turns you back toward the front before you can turn far enough.

“Don’t turn around wile we’re moving,” he commands softly, “It’s dangerous.”

You just nod dumbly, earning yourself another smile, and make eye contact with Ha-Yun in the rearview mirror. She smirks knowingly at you, but you find yourself too flustered to glare properly. You scrunch up your nose at her instead, thanking every available deity that you weren’t the type to blush very visibly.

Ha-Yun, glorious holy angel that she is, changes the subject.

“I thought they were supposed to get our first reactions to meeting y’all on camera?”

“Ah, yeah,” Chan laughs sheepishly, “It was actually a manager that was supposed to pick you up, but I was running behind at the company anyway, so I asked if I could. They’ll probably grab security cam footage or something for our meeting.” He glances at me from the corner of his eyes, amusement playing on his face.

“Besides, it looked like you guys had a bit of a comedy routine going on, so they’ll definitely want to add that in.”

You groan your anguish aloud to the world, sinking low in your seat and covering your face. Ha-Yun howls like the hyena she truly is in the back seat.

“Kill me now, it’d be kinder.” You lament. Chan pats your thigh consolingly.

“No can do.”

The three of you chat lightly for the rest of the drive, ice absolutely pulverized in the wake of your humiliation. Chan briefly warns you that there will be more cameras and actual staff present at the restaurant, and you get the impression that perhaps this is why he’d chosen to be your chauffer. To warm you up, ease you in before you were blindsided by a professional camera crew.

You don’t say anything, but a shared glance with Ha-Yun in the rearview reveals that she feels the same.

God, kindness is SO unfairly attractive.

The drive really is quite short, the distance a 30 minute walk at most. You still manage to absolutely jam out to a song or two when Chan catches you lightly singing along to the radio under your breath. He just quietly turns up the volume, and soon enough you’re treated to live Bangchan karaoke, and find yourself almost too entranced to remember to sing yourself.

But you pull up to the restaurant all too quickly, parking around the back of a quaint and homely looking barbecue place, and suddenly remember how nervous you are.

You are absolutely going to puke all over Ha-Yun’s nice shoes.

You slowly clamber out of the car, any semblance of grace leaving you as you stare at the door to the restaurant like it’s going to eat you. Ha-Yun sidles up beside you, sliding her hand into yours. She doesn’t flinch when you squeeze her hand, merely squeezing back, even though you know your grip is tight enough to leave nail marks in her skin.

Bangchan is saying something to you as he gets out of the car himself, something about how he promises the food is good and that he and the kids come here fairly often, but you barely hear a word over the blood rushing in your ears.

“I’m gonna be sick.” You murmur to Ha-Yun, much more serious than you were at the company building, what with the nervous battering at your stomach like a siege.

Ha-Yun just gently uncurls your hand from around your stomach, leaving an echo of ache where you hadn’t realized your fingers had been digging into your own flash with a white-knuckled grip. Her hand slides down so she’s holding both of yours, and turns you to face her.

Ha-Yun rests her forehead on yours and takes an exaggerated breath in. You copy her on instinct, the motions familiar, and are gifted with a headrush and a sudden ringing in your ears as you take in air you hadn’t realized you’d been missing.

She guides you through a few more breaths, and you realize Bangchan had gone silent somewhere along the way, if he had even stuck around to bear witness. You can only spare him a half-second of thought though, through the effort of keeping yourself together.

Ha-Yun is very good at holding your pieces in place while you stitch up your seams.

“You’ve got this,” she reassures in a soft voice, only barely heard above the static in your head, “Everything will be fine. It’s just dinner. They’re just guys. I’ll be there the whole time. You’re not alone. I’ve got you. Everything will be fine.”

It’s not the words themselves that calm you, really. It never is. You can barely hear them, anyway, even as your heartrate starts returning to baseline.

Ha-Yun just has this way of sounding so sure. So soft and calm and in control. She could tell you the sky is green right now and you’d just nod along. It’s exactly what you need to trick your nervous system out of fight-or-flight, and you slowly settle back into your skin.

“It’s okay,” you assure, not certain if you’re speaking to her or yourself, “I’m okay. I’ve got this.”

“Yeah you do!” She affirms in a hushed cheer. You squeeze her hands again, mindful of the pressure this time. She squeezes back, and gently bonks her head against yours as she leans away.

Suddenly, the bubble pops, and you can see the world again. Chan is a few meters away, on the other side of the car, very conspicuously not looking in your direction. The restaurant hasn’t moved or changed in any way, but it no longer looks like a creature out to kill you.

You lock eyes with Chan when he finally glances in your direction and offer him a tense smile. He offers an easier one back, and waves you over.

“Ready to go in?” He asks, like nothing at all had happened. Somehow, you find that reassuring.

“Yeah,” you nod, glancing at the restaurant and the, at Ha-Yun, who gives a tiny encouraging nod, “I’m ready.”

The 'Everything Always' Tag List (aka tagging for progress stuff too): @chancloud8 , @sh0dor1 , @thatgirlangelb

AN: I know you begged for a return of this one, Sho, so merry Christmas ig xD

#stray kids fanfic #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz fic #stray kids x reader #baby writes #w.i.p fic #w.i.p #Fan Day AU

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reflingthefox · 3 months ago

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Belated posting of my fics for @mcyt-soulmate-sweepstakes !

Challenge 1 (Soul Searching), round 1, prompt: Flower

Are You Gonna Eat That?, 1525 words

Fandoms: Hermitcraft SMP, Wild Life SMP

Rating: G

Characters: Mumbo, Grian

Genre: Fluff and Humor

Summary: Mumbo is struggling with a sudden urge to eat an allium flower. And Grian - well, Grian isn't exactly helping.

#reflingthewords #hermitcraft fanfic #traffic fic #mumbo jumbo #grian #mcyt soulmate sweepstakes

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tenebraevesper · 7 months ago

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With Light In My Heart, Entry 2: The Mural

''Don't let this be your destined fate, you know I can't just sit and wait. That plentiful sigh, that beautiful lie, I won't deny how this broke you. I'll ask you once where this all ends, you won't just simply make amends. Unjustly profound, brought up to break down, your reverence was torn apart. How far will I go in spite of my cries? I know that I'll see it through! I'll look right up to the timely skyline! We will push until we go beyond your wildest dreams! We go beyond the ever-unknowing! Beyond, not without you! We go beyond that very endless blue! Well I know, wherever I go, I won't be alone! I haven't lost my pull to you! When, not until the end, not without my friends, push on into the beyond!''

– Beyond by Victor McKnight and Callie Rae (Sonic Frontiers)

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''There is nothing better than having a well-balanced breakfast,'' Sonic said, stretching his arms as he gazed at the food on the table.

''You're eating chili dogs. You can hardly call that junk food 'well-balanced','' Shadow responded in a dry tone, sitting across the table and holding a cup of black coffee, with a pastry and coffee beans on the side.

''Says the guy who eats coffee beans raw,'' Sonic pointed out in a snarky tone, albeit with a smile on his lips.

''Tch.'' Shadow took a sip of his coffee, not responding to Sonic's question. He knew that his own taste on food was weird in comparison to other people, but he didn't care. Sonic chuckled softly, grabbing a chili dog and stuffing it into his mouth, enjoying it's savory taste.

The two hedgehogs were currently sitting at a café inside the Restoration HQ, with Sonic having dragged Shadow there to get some proper breakfast before they leave for their journey. Shadow went along with it, having been a little curious about the Restoration HQ as he didn't recall ever visiting it, not even before it got destroyed by it's own battleship during the Clean Sweepstakes Incident. He had to admit, it was impressive how everyone put so much hard work to build it, and later on rebuild it, and keep it operating. They were also well coordinated, rebuilding any damage across the Earth left by Dr. Eggman and other threats, as well as protecting citizens and reconstruction efforts. Since G.U.N. had been out of commission since the Eggman War, they were the only organization who could do anything on such a level.

Shadow noted how Sonic had a relationship with the Restoration similar to the one he used to have with G.U.N – neither hedgehogs were members of their respective organization, even though Shadow had been several times mistaken for a G.U.N. agent by those who didn't know the truth about his status. Instead, Sonic would help the Restoration out whenever he could, preferring to do his own thing and having the freedom to act on his own rather than having to listen to someone else. Shadow's own situation was a bit more complex, as he didn't particularly care about G.U.N., but he wasn't above becoming allies with them if their goals aligned. Otherwise, he stayed out of their way and Commander Abraham Tower didn't bother him unless necessary, since their relationship was still a little tense and the last thing G.U.N. needed was to get on Shadow's bad side. Shadow also doubted that Commander Tower forgot about him, Rouge and Omega breaking into a G.U.N. base to steal one of their rockets to travel to the ARK when he sensed Black Doom's return.

Shadow broke out of his thoughts, ignoring the noise in the background as people passed by, talking, doing tasks or just following their daily routines. He put down the coffee cup, glancing at Sonic, who was still busy finishing his plate with the chili dogs. ''Have you thought about where you'd want to go on this adventure or do you plan to go into this blindly?''

Sonic paused for a moment, thinking about it. ''I actually wanted to do a detour to Angel Island. I had promised Knuckles to check on the Master Emerald from time to time.''

''I'm surprised that the echidna was willing to leave it unprotected,'' Shadow commented.

''Knuckles agreed that the Master Emerald isn't really in danger of being taken since Eggman seemed to have lost interest in it. In fact, the last time it was in danger, it was because Neo Metal Sonic took it to power himself up and become Master Overlord, and I doubt that Metal Sonic would try that again,'' Sonic replied, with Shadow vividly remembering that event. ''Since then, Rouge was the only one who had tried to steal the Master Emerald, but considering how Knuckles brought her along, there doesn't seem to be anyone he has to worry about.''

''Hmph, I can only imagine how their treasure hunt will go,'' Shadow commented as he took another sip of coffee. He knew well that Rouge loved to mess with Knuckles, having a great fondness for the echidna, but whether it was because she genuinely liked him or because he was in the possession of the largest jewel she had set her eyes on, he couldn't tell. He assumed it was a little bit of both, but he wasn't going to speculate about their relationship since it was none of his business.

''I think they'll be fine,'' Sonic said, being more optimistic than his rival. He knew that Knuckles and Rouge weren't the best of friends, but at the same time, they could get along well and he was sure that they had fun on their treasure hunt.

''I assume that there is also a reason for why you're not guarding the Master Emerald full time,'' Shadow said, with Sonic giving him a sheepish smile.

''Actually, during the first few days when Knuckles was gone, I had gone to Angel Island and tried to see whether I could pull it off,'' Sonic admitted.

''Let me guess – you didn't even last an hour before getting bored and leaving,'' Shadow said, giving Sonic a smug smile as he imagined his rival going stir-crazy while standing on the altar.

''For your information, I did last more than an hour,'' Sonic replied, furrowing a brow. ''In fact, I lasted several hours.''

Shadow rose an eyebrow, clearly not too impressed. ''I still have my doubts.''

Sonic tried to keep a straight expression, but it was obvious that there was no way of convincing Shadow as the dark hedgehog saw through it. Sonic sighed, coming clean, ''Okay, I guess the only reason I lasted so long was because I decided to take a nap.''

Shadow snorted in amusement. ''I knew it. You don't have the patience to just stand in front of the Master Emerald when there is nothing going on.''

''Pffft, don't tell me that you could do it better,'' Sonic responded in a challenging tone, with Shadow immediately responding without even thinking.

''Of course I could do it better than you, and you know that. In fact, it wouldn't even be a challenge for me,'' Shadow said confidently.

''Hey, Sonic! Woah, you're also here, Shadow?!''

Before Sonic could respond to Shadow's taunt, they were interrupted by two familiar faces, those being Tangle and Whisper. Sonic greeted them, while Shadow just nodded politely in response.

''I didn't expect either of you to see here. What's up?'' Tangle asked.

''Shadow and I have been talking about going to Angel Island. What about you two?'' Sonic asked.

''We were about to have a girl's day out, since nothing is going on,'' Tangle replied, flashing a bright smile to Whisper, who smiled back warmly.

''Tangle wanted to spend some quality time,'' Whisper added in her trademark whisper, being just loud enough for Sonic and Shadow to pick up what she wanted to say. Tangle, shooting Whisper a playful grin.

''I think we've earned it after all the hard work.'' She then turned to the two hedgehogs. ''You two also have fun!''

''Don't worry, we will!'' Sonic replied, smiling brightly, while Shadow remained silent and less optimistic. He still wasn't sure what to make of the whole journey he agreed to go on, but he doubted that he would have much fun since he was certain that Sonic would keep annoying him. Once Tangle and Whisper left, Shadow turned to Sonic.

''How do you plan to get to Angel Island?'' he asked the cobalt hedgehog.

''We'll use the Tornado…'' Sonic trailed off for a moment when he realized something. He then chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. ''Except, Tails took the Tornado when he left.''

''You don't have any alternative plan?'' Shadow asked, furrowing a brow, with Sonic's sheepish smile telling him everything. He sighed in exasperation. ''How did you even manage get on Angel Island previously?''

''Knuckles left before Tails did, so I could still use the Tornado to visit the island. I guess that's why my mind jumped straight to that,'' Sonic explained.

''That's just typical…'' Shadow muttered, taking another sip of coffee, placing the empty cup on the table and eating a coffee bean. ''I guess I'll have to look out for you, again.''

Sonic pouted. ''Oh, do you have a plan, Mr. Ultimate Lifeform?''

''I have a Chaos Emerald on me. Once we get close enough to the current location of Angel Island, I can use Chaos Control to get us there,'' Shadow replied, a smirk forming on his lips. Sonic quickly perked up, feeling a familiar rush of excitement.

''That's great! If you're done, we can leave as soon as possible,'' Sonic replied. Shadow nodded, placing another coffee bean in his mouth as he wondered how that visit would go.

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There was a flash of cyan light when Sonic and Shadow suddenly appeared at the outer part of Angel Island, being surrounded by a jungle. Sonic had a rough idea of where they were, turning to Shadow with a curious look.

''If I remember this right, you know the way to the Master Emerald altar, but you haven't seen the rest of the island,'' Sonic said, with Shadow nodding. ''Lucky for you, I've been on Angel Island enough times to know what places to visit, even with Knuckles trying to kick me off the island most of those times.''

''I couldn't even imagine why he would do that,'' Shadow replied in a deadpan tone, his lips curving into a wry smile when Sonic gave him an exasperated look. He had figured that, if he was already going to tolerate Sonic teasing him, he would step up to the challenge with some teasing of his own. They were equals, after all.

''In any case, I was thinking that we could race to the altar,'' Sonic said, deciding to ignore Shadow's comment, not wanting to admit that he was well aware that he did give Knuckles a reason to kick him off the island a couple of times, but he was convinced that the other times the echidna got annoyed at him wasn't his fault. Besides, he and Knuckles were on much better terms now. He then flashed a cocky smile. ''Ready? GO!''

Sonic didn't even give Shadow the time to orient himself, vanishing in a flash of blue as he dashed towards the altar. Unfortunately for him, Shadow was already on his tail and catching up fast. Even with Sonic getting an early start, Shadow knew him well enough to be aware that the moment his rival mentioned a race, he'd have to be alert and match Sonic's energy. He could hear Sonic's laugh as they were head-to-head, dashing between the trees to find an optimal route to the altar, with the flora only serving as an obstacle course. Sonic actually wished that the race lasted a bit longer when they spotted the ruins and the bright green Master Emerald on top of it, with the two hedgehogs skidding to a halt right in front of the staircase that led to it.

''Ha! Sonic the Hedgehog once again proves that he is The Fastest Thing Alive!'' Sonic boasted, pumping his fists as he struck a victory pose.

''Tch, you call that fast? I was clearly ahead of you,'' Shadow told him, scoffing as he folded his arms across the chest.

''No way, dude! I totally won this one!'' Sonic replied, trying not to look at the skid marks left on the ground proving that their race was a tie. Frankly, he didn't really care about winning or losing the race, he just wanted to banter with Shadow and he was happy that his rival was responding in a positive way rather than keeping quiet. It made things between them much more interesting and he really enjoyed it, sincerely hoping that Shadow enjoyed their rivalry just as much.

Their banter died down soon, with both looking at the Master Emerald on top of the altar, keeping Angel Island safely afloat. There was something awe-inspiring about this powerful gem of unknown origins and the reason for many battles over it. Sonic was well aware of the origins of the Chaos Emeralds, thanks to his adventure on the Starfall Islands, but the Master Emerald remained a mystery.

''Looks like everything's fine with the Master Emerald,'' Sonic commented, with Shadow's ruby eyes shifting to the side as he glanced at the cobalt hedgehog, arms folded across his chest.

''I suppose the fact that the island wasn't stuck in the ocean was the first sign that the Master Emerald was still where it belongs,'' he remarked in a dry tone. Sonic just chuckled lightly at the remark, then took note of a couple of Chao playing nearby the altar.

''At least these guys are having fun,'' Sonic commented, then beckoned Shadow to follow him. ''Com'n! I did say I'd take you on a tour, didn't I? I hope you can keep up with me!''

''Don't underestimate me, Hedgehog!'' Shadow responded, quickly following Sonic.

xXx

''Welcome to Hidden Palace!'' Sonic said as he and Shadow reached the next area, having left just Lava Reef or, as Sonic described it, the ''more scenic route''. Shadow disagreed, having had to pull Sonic away from stream of lava that suddenly burst through a wall after Sonic got too close to it. The enthusiastic hedgehog was too busy telling Shadow everything about his own first time visiting Angel Island too notice the more hazardous spots, but, as usual, he didn't really care that much about the danger he found himself in, but he thanked Shadow for the save.

Shadow followed Sonic to Hidden Palace, taking note of how it was a massive subterranean cavern populated by plateau-like formations of crystalline rock that line the floor and ceiling for as far as the eye can see, followed by an architecture adorned with pillar walls and a multitude of bright neon colours. Having already seen several other Zones, like Marble Garden, Carnival Night (with Sonic briefly getting annoyed at a particular Spinning Wheel), Sandopolis, Azure Lake and so on, he had to admit that he didn't expect the island to have such a variety of places. In fact, he realized that he knew very little about Angel Island besides it being the location of the Master Emerald and Knuckles' ancestral home, noting how Rouge probably knew her way better around the island than him given all the times she came here to annoy Knuckles.

''If we go over there, we'll reach Sky Sanctuary, which Knuckles had told me was a sacred territory only he could visit. He still allowed me and Tails to go there because we were all chasing after Eggman to get back the Master Emerald,'' Sonic explained, pointing at the path ahead. Shadow rose an eyebrow.

''If it's a sacred place, are we even allowed to go there without the echidna's knowledge?'' Shadow asked, with Sonic pausing for a moment. He knew that Knuckles had trusted him with watching the Master Emerald in his absence, but the echidna never said anything about keeping an eye on the other Zones. ''Ehhh, I guess he wouldn't mind since he agreed to let me keep an eye on the Master Emerald. We'll just do a quick peek. Besides, if you enjoyed seeing the previous Zones, then you have to see this one! The sight is amazing!''

''You're the tour guide,'' Shadow stated in a matter-of-fact tone, shrugging. So far, Sonic's tour didn't disappoint and he found himself interested in listening to Sonic's tale about his past adventures. Admittedly, Sonic was far from ideal, since his own descriptions were based on either what he had experienced or what Knuckles had told him, but he managed to keep Shadow's attention.

The dark hedgehog suddenly stopped as they came across peculiar room, his jaw dropping slightly as he stared in stunned silence at what was depicted on the stitched mural on the wall. Sonic took note of Shadow not following him and turned around, following Shadow's gaze and grinning as he realized what distracted his rival.

''Right, I forgot this was here,'' Sonic said.

''Is that…?'' Shadow trailed off, glancing at Sonic, who just nodded in response. Their attention then turned back to the mural, which was an abstract depiction of Dr. Eggman being inside a large robot and holding the Master Emerald while confronted by Super Sonic.

''You know, I was also surprised when I saw this. I had actually asked Knuckles later about it, but he said that the mural was ancient and that he had no idea who made it. He even speculated that it may have been thousands of years old,'' Sonic explained.

''Whoever made it, they had to have some kind of insight into the future to depict you in your Super Form fighting against the Doctor,'' Shadow said, not really sure what to think about what he saw. Clearly, whoever created this mural deemed this battle important enough to be etched into the wall.

''I guess�� Oh, wait!'' Sonic snapped his fingers. ''There is another mural I could show you, but it's at Mystic Ruins. There is a really exciting story tied to that one, and we could also crash for the night at Tails workshop.''

''I suppose I could Chaos Control both of us to Mystic Ruins,'' Shadow said, then followed Sonic as the cobalt hedgehog rushed forward to where Sky Sanctuary was, deciding they would go the first before their detour.

At Sky Sanctuary, Shadow had to admit that Sonic was correct in describing the Zone as ''amazing'', and he also understood why only Knuckles, as the Guardian, was allowed to go here. It felt as if he had entered a different world, the Zone being an ancient, aerial temple located high up in the sky above the clouds. There were many ancient ruins scattered across it, made up of white, mossy stone that floated in the sky; as well as of dark blue glass with a technological pattern. He noticed that it also appeared to serve as the home for Chao, with a few of them flying past them, and two Chao who have been playing where they were standing getting curious about the two hedgehogs.

''Angel Island really does have some interesting locations. I can see why Knuckles protects not only the Master Emerald, but the whole island,'' Shadow said. Sonic whistled.

''Wow, you should tell Knuckles that,'' he said, grinning. Shadow didn't respond, instead just gazing ahead, with Sonic knowing that his rival wasn't the type to just compliment people unless he had a really good reason for that. ''Should we go to Mystic Ruins? I know I didn't show you all of Angel Island, but you can always return here by yourself to explore it.''

''I'm fine with leaving,'' Shadow replied, reaching for the green Chaos Emerald in his quills and holding it up. ''Chaos Control!''

There was a bright flash of light, with the two hedgehogs suddenly vanishing, along with the Chao.

xXx

Sonic grinned when he found himself on the familiar grounds of Mystic Ruins, beckoning to Shadow to follow him to a shrine, neither of them noticing the Chao who had followed them. ''Over here!''

Shadow was genuinely curious about what Sonic wanted to show him, aware that the Mystic Ruins did hold a lot of significance, even if he was unware of their full story. They eventually reached the shrine, finding a mural that shocked Shadow even more than the one at Hidden Palace.

''The BioLizard?'' he muttered the first thing that came to his mind, his eyes wide, only to notice Sonic giving him a surprised look. He then shook his head, immediately realizing his mistake. ''I… Forget about what I said.''

''Well, it does kinda look similar to the BioLizard at first glance, but it's not the BioLizard,'' Sonic said in an understanding tone, glancing back at the mural of a blue, lizard-like being destroying a town. ''That's Perfect Chaos.''

Feeling a little relieved that Sonic didn't tease him for his mistake, Shadow turned his attention back to the mural, figuring that Sonic would soon launch into an explanation in regards to who Perfect Chaos was.

''This was during an adventure that happened before I met you. It's a bit of a long story, though,'' Sonic started.

''Go ahead. I've been listening to all of your previous stories, and I don't mind hearing more,'' Shadow replied in a rather matter-of-fact tone. He actually meant it, having noted that Sonic wasn't as obnoxious as he could be and he was curious about the story behind Perfect Chaos. Sonic grinned at the encouragement, having actually been a little worried that Shadow might lose interest. He turned to the mural, only for both of them to see the two Chao flying up to it, staring at the mural in curiosity, recognizing the being depicted on it, but unsure what to make of it.

''You guys know who that is,'' Sonic stated, with the Chao turning around and flying up to the two, with one Chao settling down on the top of Sonic's head, while the other preffered holding onto Shadow's shoulder, both eager to listen to Sonic's story.

''So, everything began when I ran into this water being at Station Square and battled him, only to learn from Eggman he was the God of Destruction, Chaos. Eggman and Chaos disappeared, but the next day, when Tails was testing a Chaos Emerald at his place, we got ambushed by Eggman who stole the Chaos Emerald, giving it to Chaos, who then transformed. As it turned out, Eggman wanted to gather all the Chaos Emeralds to make Chaos stronger, so Tails and I made the decision to stop him. That didn't really go well for us, because he had managed to steal the two Chaos Emeralds we recovered, and we ran later on into Knuckles, who thought that I stole some of the Master Emerald shards,'' Sonic explained.

''Why would he believe that?'' Shadow gave Sonic a questioning look.

''I dunno. I guess Knux had been getting tricked by Eggman, again,'' Sonic replied with a shrug. ''We did end up battling Chaos again after he absorbed another Chaos Emerald, but he and Eggman then retreated, and when we tried to pursue them, the Tornado got shot down, and I found myself at Station Square again in the aftermath. There, I ran into Amy, who wanted me to protect a Flicky, Birdie. I wasn't really in the mood to deal with her, but that didn't matter because she and Birdie ended up kidnapped by one of Eggman's robots, so I had to chase after them,'' Sonic added in a sheepish tone. While he certainly cared a lot about Amy, he didn't look back fondly on her clinginess and relentless pursuit. ''Luckily, Tails found me with the Tornado 2, and we got onto Eggman's ship, where we found Amy, Birdie, Eggman and one of Eggman's robots. I fought against the robot at first, but Amy got in-between us and said that he was her friend and that he had helped her.'' Sonic hummed in thought as he recalled the memory. ''I think his name was Gamma. He kinda looked like Omega, only taller.''

''If he looked like Omega, it is possible that he was part of the same E-100 Series robot line. Omega was the last one to be created,'' Shadow said, tilting his head. ''I suppose he'd be happy to hear that he wasn't the only one to rebel against Eggman.''

''Heh, yeah. Anyways, I told Tails and Amy to leave because the ship was losing altitude, while I went to pursue Eggman. I eventually found him with Chaos, who had absorbed six Chaos Emeralds, and Big,'' Sonic continued, with Shadow giving him a look of surprise. He still remembered his own meeting with the purple cat in the White Space, having been displaced from time and space, but nonetheless being good company. ''Turns out, Chaos absorbed Froggy, so we had to fish him out first before we could continue. Luckily, we defeated him, and when I went after Eggman again, only to find myself here, at Mystic Ruins. That's when I saw this orb of light, who guided me to this shrine and showed me the mural.''

''What was that light?'' Shadow asked.

''Her name was Tikal, and she was an echidna who lived thousands of years ago. She had shown me what happened in the past, with the full story being that the echidnas back then raided the altar where the Master Emerald and Chaos Emeralds were, hurting many Chao in the process. Tikal tried to stop them, but their destructive behavior only enraged Chaos, who was the protector of the Chao, causing him to turn into Perfect Chaos. Since Perfect Chaos had the power to destroy the world, Tikal had no other choice but to seal him and herself into the Master Emerald,'' Sonic explained.

''Cha-chao…''

Both hedgehogs turned to the Chao who were with them, taking note of their sadness. The story of what had happened was quite traumatizing, even if it was so long ago, showing just how destructive greed and rage could be.

''I know that it's not something you guys want to hear, but it was key information that we needed to understand Chaos,'' Sonic said in a sympathetic tone, with Shadow glancing at him curiously, his expression hiding what was on his mind. Sonic continued the story, not even noticing Shadow's gaze, ''In the end, we confronted Chaos once more at Station Square after he became Perfect Chaos by absorbing the negative energy of the Chaos Emeralds and flooding the city. Tikal wanted to seal Perfect Chaos again into the Master Emerald, but I refused, since that wouldn't be right. Considering how Perfect Chaos' heart was filled with rage and anguish, it wouldn't have changed his feelings even if he got resealed. After all, if he got unleashed again, he would've gone on another rampage, and I wanted to stop that from happening for good.'' Sonic then shot Shadow a grin. ''So, I used the positive energy of the Chaos Emeralds to become Super Sonic and defeated him and calmed him down, with Tikal and Chaos then disappearing. However, that wasn't the last time I fought him.''

''Really?'' Shadow tilted his head, both him and the Chao being surprised to hear that.

''Yeah. Remember the Time Eater?'' Sonic asked, with Shadow nodding, having an idea where this was going. ''I was sent to a version of Station Square that had been attacked by Perfect Chaos, but this time I had managed to defeat him without the Chaos Emeralds. That's impressive, right?''

Shadow knew well that Sonic was just fishing for a compliment, so he decided to tease him a little. ''I suppose it shows your growth between the two events. Unfortunately, growth in strength doesn't indicate a growth in maturity.''

''Ouch,'' Sonic grumbled, noting the smirk on Shadow's lips. ''Are you even able to talk to people directly without making backhanded compliments?''

''I'm merely pointing out the obvious. For all the saving you did, you also made a lot of reckless decisions that endangered our world,'' Shadow responded in a matter-of-fact tone. Sonic rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips as he furrowed a brow, not backing away from this argument.

''Fine. Name one event where it was completely my fault that the world was in danger,'' Sonic said.

Shadow gave him a hard stare, responding, ''Two words – Paradox Prism.''

Sonic's eyes suddenly widened when he recalled that particular event. His ears drooped as he felt a sudden rush of anxiety, followed by the sound of shattering and the image of a void filled with gates to other places; remains of his own world. He suddenly turned around, a nervous look forming on his expression as the rubbed the back of his head and avoided Shadow's stare, with the Chao on his head giving him a worried look.

''I… I guess that was my fault,'' he muttered, only to give Shadow a questioning look. ''Hey, what did you even do with the Paradox Prism?''

''I made sure to hide it somewhere where neither the Doctor nor you can find it and shatter it again,'' Shadow told him in a sharp tone, with Sonic wincing.

''That sounds right…'' Sonic said, falling silent for a moment, then sighed. ''Not gonna lie, I actually thought that the event you'd mention would be the Metal Virus.''

Shadow's eyes widened, as he was genuinely stunned to hear Sonic bring that up. He lowered his gaze, recalling the frustration and anger he felt when he confronted Sonic, putting all the blame for Mr. Tinker becoming Dr. Eggman solely on his shoulders. He felt a sting of guilt, having had enough time to reflect on what happened to understand that he had been too harsh on Sonic. After all, Sonic wasn't the only one who saw that Mr. Tinker was different from Dr. Eggman, having lost all of his memories, as the Chaotix Detectives, Rouge and Shadow himself had also been there, all of them agreeing with the decision to leave him in that village. Not to mention his own reckless decision of refusing to back off from the fight against the Zombots, his pride and belief of having immunity to the virus as the Ultimate Lifeform getting to his head. In the end, he payed the ultimate price for his own arrogance and jerkass behavior.

''I… I regret what I said during the Metal Virus incident,'' Shadow muttered, turning on his heel as he left a stunned Sonic, walking away. ''We should bring the Chao back to Angel Island.''

''H-Hey, wait!'' Sonic joined the dark hedgehog, who did his best to ignore the cobalt hedgehog, as well as the uneasy look the Chao on his shoulder gave him. It didn't work, as he felt Sonic grabbing his arm. ''Shadow, wait.''

Shadow stopped, glancing at Sonic, who gave him a sympathetic smile. ''I don't think we really had an in-depth talk about all the stuff that had happened, but if you're okay with it, I would like to talk to you more openly.'' Sonic let go off his arm, lowering his gaze. ''I know that I'm not the best at talking about my feelings and that kind of stuff, and you aren't comfortable with it either, but I feel like some of those conversations are long overdue.''

There was silence, with Sonic wondering if he overdid it. Then, Shadow nodded.

''This is something I can agree on,'' he replied, his response filling Sonic with relief. He smiled, glad to see that Shadow would be staying instead of avoiding him. He had figured that it wasn't necessary to talk now, since they had time. Instead, he stepped in front of Shadow, with a challenging smirk.

''Then, I assume you would also agree on a race around Angel Island? And by that, I mean the whole island. You already saw the race track,'' Sonic said, noting how Shadow perked up. If there was anything they felt comfortable with, it was their rivalry, and they were going to take full advantage of that bond.

''Are you that desperate to lose?'' Shadow asked, taking out the green Chaos Emerald.

''Pffft, I will run loops around you,'' Sonic replied, him and Shadow glancing at the Chao, who cheered for them both. They couldn't help but smile at them, feeling a bit more at ease.

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safeturnip · 4 months ago

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landscaping your mind. and by mind, well. let's just say. space

words: 4.0k

characters: Grian, GoodTimesWithScar

summary: Grian goes to visit Scar after a particularly horrendous series of events on Impossible Minecraft. Somehow, they get to talking about space and stars and the night sky.

(written for round 1 of soul searching for @mcyt-soulmate-sweepstakes !!)

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Wind howled in Grian’s ears and yanked at his hair and clothes as he plunged downwards through the sky. He flung out his wings to catch himself seconds before hitting the ground, catching an updraft and rocketing back up, leaving his stomach on the ground behind him. Yet even the rush of flying wasn't enough to dissipate the tight knot of frustration in his chest.

He made loose, swooping circles in the air, as if he could leave the grating memories of repetitive failure behind him. Hours of his life gone, wasted from throwing himself at an Ancient City again and again, dying by wardens or sculk or other stupid means as him and his friends struggled to collect enough echo shards to craft a recovery compass. Jimmy and Gem were—aside from Grian—the last to leave the server, gone to convalesce from their hellish ordeal, and in their absence Grian had decided to get the recovery compass crafted.

And when he discovered it needed not four, but eight echo shards, he’d nearly hurled their too-few shards into a pool of lava out of frustration. He didn’t, thankfully; common sense stepped in at the last moment to prevent him from undoing their hours of hard work, but it had been a near thing. Entirely fed up with Impossible Minecraft, fed up with being constantly on edge from everything trying to kill him, Grian had returned to Hermitcraft to decompress and get his head back on straight. He needed to do something that didn’t make him want to put his head through a brick wall or scream into a pillow or fly off into the wilderness, never to be seen again.

The ground rushed by underneath him in a blur of green and brown and grey. Irritation still clung stubbornly to him, and Grian forced his teeth to unclench, angling himself upwards to catch a rapidly flowing jet stream. He flew faster and faster, until his thoughts were drowned out by the sound of air rushing past his ears.

After a few more minutes of mindless flying, Grian began to feel calmer and less like he needed to eat a chunk of concrete. He leveled out into an easy glide, pushing his windblown hair away from his face. It was then that he spotted Scar’s train car to his left, hung suspended off the ground by the hundreds of balloons attached to its black roof, the red of its walls a sharp contrast to the cloudless blue sky surrounding it. Deciding to pay his friend a visit, Grian angled himself in the direction of the floating train car.

Grian swooped in through the open doorway, tucking his wings in close to keep from knocking them into the walls. Pausing next to the hat-covered hat rack, he spotted Scar instantly. He was hatless and sitting in his brightly lit art studio, facing away from Grian. A breeze coming in through the open window ruffled the ends of his brown hair as he moved his brush across a dark-coloured canvas. He was completely absorbed in his work; he didn’t seem to have noticed Grian’s arrival at all. Grian couldn’t stop the mischievous grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth—with a perfect opportunity like this, what was he supposed to do, not take it?

He shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet, keeping his footsteps as soundless as possible as he crept forward. Closer, closer, until he was directly behind Scar, close enough that if he brought his hand up, he would have hit Scar’s shoulder. Completely oblivious, Scar continued happily painting away, dabbing the end of his brush against his palette to pick up more white paint before bringing it back up to the canvas.

“What doin’?”

Scar yelped, flinching violently away from Grian’s voice. His brush jolted across the canvas, leaving a trail of white behind in its wake, before falling out of Scar’s grasp and clattering to the floor. Unable to help himself, Grian burst out laughing, slapping the back of Scar’s chair once, before sinking down into a crouch, still mired in amusement.

“Grian.” Scar’s breathing was ragged, his green eyes a little panicked, his hand pressed dramatically to his chest. “I—you—oh my god, you can’t just sneak up on a man like that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

Grian merely laughed harder, wrapping his arms around his stomach. Scar reached over to shove at his shoulder, and Grian let himself topple over and fall onto his side. It took him a minute, but Grian finally got himself under control as Scar stared down at him with an expression that somehow managed to be both wounded and judgemental. While he was still on the floor, he spotted Scar’s paintbrush and picked it up before rising to stand.

“Whoooo . . .” Grian wiped at his eyes. “Oh, this is exactly what I needed, thank you, Scar.”

“Why, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing major,” Grian said, handing Scar’s brush back to him, a silent form of apology. “Just been a rough couple of days.”

Scar took the proffered brush and set it down on the desk beside him. “I get that. I mean, that’s why I’m in here working on this—” he gestured to his work in front of him “—instead of out there finishing up my trees. I’m too tired to be running and flying around all over the place.”

Tucking his hands behind his back, Grian leaned over Scar’s shoulder to appraise the canvas. “Whatcha painting?”

Scar’s arms came halfway up in an aborted motion as though he were trying to hide his work, but then he stopped and let his hands drop back into his lap. “It’s . . . going to be the night sky?” he said, his smile tipping towards unintentional self-consciousness. “It’s not really anything right now, though. I literally just started.”

Not really anything was a gross understatement of Scar’s ability: ignoring the random streak of white that slashed diagonally across it, the painting was beautiful. Even with his near-nonexistent knowledge of the visual arts, Grian could still see that. The corners of the canvas had been painted a deep, inky black that transitioned into a dark ultramarine, the colour of an ocean at night. Brighter patches of pale blue and pink had been daubed overtop the darker base colour, feathered and wispy around the edges, looking like drops of dye unfurling in a container of water. White had been splattered and dotted and speckled here and there, forming constellations of stars. It was so vivid that Grian almost felt he was looking at a cut-out piece of the night sky itself. Scar’s painting was undeniably gorgeous, sure, but . . .

Grian looked pointedly out of the window where the sun was still high in the sky, then back at the painting. “It’s the middle of the day, bro.”

“Well, you know how it is,” Scar said, in his I may have made a Not Smart decision, but I’m too far in now to back out of that decision voice. “Inspiration just strikes at the most random of times, and who am I to ignore its call?”

“Right.” Grian shifted his focus away from the painting to study Scar. There was a small splotch of blue paint on his cheekbone right above a pale scar, and there were matching faint streaks of paint across the front of his khaki shirt. Scar was staring absently into the distance, seemingly lost in thought and unaware of Grian’s scrutiny of him. He was rolling his hand over the brushes on the desk beside him; there was paint smudged across his fingers and palms, which Grian reckoned explained the paint on his clothes and face. I’m tired, Scar had said earlier, and Grian could see evidence of that in his rumpled clothes and the beginnings of dark shadows forming under his eyes. Grian lightly leaned his arm against Scar’s shoulder and asked, “You okay?”

“Me?” Scar seemed momentarily startled by the question, before his expression slipped back into an easy smile. “Oh, I’m great.” He picked up the shortest brush on the table and started spinning it between his fingers. “Or, I mean, I’m—I know that I just need to rest for a bit, and I’ll be back to normal in no time.” The movement of the brush slowed to a stop, and Scar pressed his fingertip to the end of the handle. “Company’s appreciated, though. Cub came over to visit me in the morning, and Skizz said he’d drop by in the afternoon. And you being here right now is a pleasant surprise, as always. So, yeah, I’m good!” He punctuated this statement by angling his head to meet Grian’s eyes, that breezy expression still fixed on his face.

Grian hummed in response, not entirely convinced, but let the matter drop. Turning back to the canvas, Grian frowned slightly at the out-of-place line of white, a crack running through a stained glass window. “I do feel a little bad about your painting, is there—”

“It’s fine,” Scar interrupted, easily waving off his concern. “It’s acrylic paint; I’ll just paint over it after it dries. And—hey, didn’t you say you’ve been having a rough time? Well! Today’s your lucky day, because I—” Scar grabbed his cane and stood up “—have just the thing for you.” And before Grian could protest or even respond to that abrupt change in topic, Scar had already headed off to one of the adjacent rooms.

He wasn’t gone for long. When he returned, he nudged Grian off to the side, then placed a bed with brown sheets down on the stone floor. Patting the headboard, he aimed a benevolent smile at Grian and said, “Come lay down, rest your weary bones.”

Grian raised an eyebrow, but gamely moved to lie down on the bed. As per usual, it was something of an ordeal to get into a comfortable position without twisting his wings. He ended up lying down on his back, his wings splayed out in a way to ensure they wouldn’t be crushed, his fingers locked together over his stomach, and his legs crossed at the ankle. Turning his head to the side he asked, “What now, Scar?”

Scar had already sat back down in front of his canvas, a brush in his hand and cheeriness in his voice when he responded, “Now you get to listen to a brand-new, never-heard-before, exclusive-release episode of Landscaping Your Mind! Don’t you feel honoured? Don’t you feel excited?”

“I haven’t felt anything in years,” Grian deadpanned.

Scar ignored him. “Just lay back, relax, and let the—the gentle tones of my sweet voice lull you into a sense of peace and wellbeing.” He tilted his head as he considered the canvas before him, then raised his brush and started painting over the streak of white Grian had left behind.

“I—” Grian huffed and moved to get off the bed. “Scar, I don’t have the time for this, I need to . . .” He’d planned to return to Impossible Minecraft after a short break on Hermitcraft to try and get a few more echo shards, because what better way was there to stop being hung up over something than to go and do it all again? Even though the frustration still lingered, gnawing incessantly at the back of his mind, he’d figured it had lessened enough for him to give raiding the Ancient City another go.

Scar twisted so that he was sitting sideways in his chair, hooking an arm around the backrest so he could properly face Grian, and something about his expression made Grian’s half-formed protests fade away on his tongue. It wasn’t disappointment, necessarily—Scar was smiling too much for it to be disappointment—but it was a close version of it, something that made Grian feel that maybe going to collect more echo shards wasn’t as big of a priority anymore. He could take a few minutes of his day to spend some time with Scar.

(And there was a voice in his mind that sounded unnervingly close to Mumbo’s urging him to relax, to take a break.)

After a pause, Grian slowly settled back down on the bed, folding his hands over his stomach. When Scar continued staring at him, Grian flicked his fingers in a sort of go on gesture, and Scar turned back toward his painting. Without any preamble, Scar cleared his throat, a theatrical noise to signal the start of his performance. “Landscaping Your Mind: Chapter . . . Ten? Sure, we’ll go with ten.

“You’re lying down on a bed with a mattress made from the softest feathers, cozy and comfortable and delightful. At this moment in time, all of your problems have melted away, all your problems no longer hold any influence in your life. It’s just you, the bed, and your mind, floating free from any troubles, free as a bird soaring high in the sky.”

Scar’s voice had shifted away from his customary cheerfulness and had dropped into what Grian liked to think of as his “narrator voice”: low and smooth, his tone warm and soothing, like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter day. It was a voice Grian couldn’t help but listen to, a voice that chased away all other thoughts in his mind, drowning out their clamour and leaving behind nothing but quiet.

“In the distance, you can hear the sound of the wind rustling through trees.” Scar had continued working on his painting, the soft rasp of brush bristles against canvas barely audible underneath the sound of his voice. “You can’t see the trees, but you can picture them easily in your mind: they are tall and strong and have been standing for hundreds of years. Their roots stretch far, far into the ground, and their branches stretch far, far up into the sky. What significance do your problems truly have in the face of these ancient, unwavering trees?

“And now: take a moment to refocus on yourself.”

Blinking, Grian was startled to find he’d zoned out somewhere in the middle of Scar’s monologue, that he’d let his eyes go unfocused as he stared up at the roof of Scar’s train car. He pushed away the faint fog of disorientation, refocusing on Scar as he said, “Once you’re back, breathe in . . .”

Grian inhaled.

“. . . and breathe out . . .”

Grian exhaled.

“. . . and take a moment to just,” Scar paused for a beat, long enough that Grian idly if something had gone wrong with his painting, but Scar continued before he could start worrying, “concentrate on all the separate parts of your body: Your head and chest and limbs. Your brain and heart and bones. All of them working in harmony to keep you alive, to keep you breathing and moving and blinking.

“Now think of your body as a whole: How does it feel? Is it relaxed? Filled with tension? Regardless of how it feels, take a moment to locate all the muscles of your body. Found them? Now tense all of them at once—” Grian complied, feeling the strain go through his body, his feathers trembling slightly from exertion “—feel the stiffness and the effort it takes to hold that. Now relax your muscles, let all that stress leave your body; there should only be calm looseness remaining.

“Hey, have you ever thought about drinking paint water?”

“What?”

Scar giggled at Grian’s taken-aback reaction, but didn’t turn to face him. “Dude, yeah, I once heard about this artist who accidentally drank their paint water after putting their coffee right next to it. I guess they just grabbed the nearest cup and automatically drank from it. Not fun times for them, for sure.” As he spoke, Scar dipped his brush into his own paint cup, a sturdy looking wide-based mug with a pattern of paw prints chasing each other around the sides.

��But now I’m like, constantly terrified that I’m gonna grab my paint cup and just drink from it without thinking. This is why I never have any drinks near me while I’m painting.” There was a soft clinking noise as the handle of his brush knocked against ceramic.

“I never knew painting came with so many risks,” Grian said, turning to face the ceiling again, and Scar laughed quietly.

“Oh, absolutely. You thought everything on Impossible Minecraft was scary, how ‘bout you try being an artist. Anyways, where were we? Oh, right.” Scar’s voice lowered back down to his narrator register.

“You may not be able to see the trees, but what you can see is the sky above you, huge and expansive and magnificent. It’s such an interesting thing, the sky. You see it every day, all the time—it’s there with you always. But do you ever stop to really look at it? And I don’t mean the passing glimpses you steal when you're rushing from one activity to the next like a chicken with its head on fire, but just stop everything you’re doing to look at it.”

Grian let out a shuddering breath as Scar’s words continued to wash over him, a gentle rain storm passing over a green meadow. Slowly, distantly, he could feel the hard tangle of frustration in his chest begin to unravel, the ache of his failures drifting further and further away.

“Well, you can look at the sky now!” Scar paused, and in the silence Grian could hear the sound of Scar drumming his fingers on his desk in thought. Eventually, he said, “And what a sky it is. It’s the middle of the night, you’re away from any arti—arbitrary sources of light, and the sky is a dark, dark black, the darkest you’ve ever seen it. And embedded in that black is the shining brilliance of hundreds of millions of stars. Everywhere you look, you can see them. Single stars by themselves, clusters of stars so close they look like one big mass of light, stars arranged in constellations you don’t even know the names of. It’s the sort of sky that makes you feel small—but not in a bad way. Just . . . in a way that makes you realize how big, how expansive, how—heh—how impossible the universe really is.”

Lolling his head to the side, Grian peered at the back of his friend’s head. “I notice we’ve moved away from the ‘landscaping’ theme.”

Even though Scar was facing away from him, Grian could still hear the smile in Scar’s voice when he said, “Can you blame me? Look at what I’ve been working on; of course I have space on the brain.”

Scar took a moment to adjust his easel, bringing the canvas down so he could reach one of the top corners without having to stand up. Once he finished, he smoothly picked up his monologue from where he’d momentarily placed it off to the side.

“You can’t see them, but there are planets in the sky as well, tucked among all the stars. Take a moment to think about them: Those great spheres of rock or ice or vapour, so incredibly enormous that a single planet directly in front of you wouldn’t even fit in your field of view. Oh, but make sure you don’t forget that beneath the mattress you lay on, beneath the bed frame, is your own planet, ever-turning through the endless everything of the universe. That surface of grass and dirt and rock is the only thing stopping you from being flung through the infinite void of space forever.”

Floating in the comforting haze of Scar’s voice, Grian couldn’t help but recall how his friend had mentioned he’d also been feeling somewhat run-down lately. He turned his head to search for any strain in the line of Scar’s shoulders, the slope of his neck, but found nothing—or Scar was just very good at hiding it. Looking away from Scar, Grian couldn’t help but worry that his presence was more of a bother than a comfort, that his being here was forcing Scar to keep up a performance, forcing him to focus on making Grian feel better instead of taking care of himself.

“And now, let’s return to the stars.” Oblivious to Grian’s concerns, Scar continued talking. “Those great celestial balls of light and heat, trapped in their forever cycles of death and rebirth, from a cloud-like nebula to an incandescent supernova and back again. Each one of those sparkling points of light is like one of your memories or thoughts. A brief burst of brilliance against the dark, infinite possibilities in each star. Can you imagine that? Having as many memories and experiences as there are stars in the sky?”

Because he couldn’t help himself, Grian looked back at Scar, this time focusing on the painting instead of his friend. He couldn’t tell if anything had actually been added to the piece, but in his defence he was less than an expert in matters of art. It still looked as beautiful as it did when Grian had first laid eyes on it, a swath of the cosmos captured and contained in a metre-by-metre square of canvas. It didn’t come as any surprise that Scar was an amazing painter; his builds and terrain that he created were forms of art in and of themselves. Even here in his art studio there was a shelf dedicated specifically to Scar’s sketchbooks, every page covered with pencil sketches and charcoal still lifes and landscapes rendered in watercolour paints.

Then, with a light jolt like the sensation of a blanket settling around his shoulders, Grian realized that Scar hadn’t fully erased the line of white he’d caused. Instead, Scar had incorporated it into his painting, turning it into a spray of stars that trailed dreamily across the canvas. It fit in so seamlessly with the rest of his painting that you couldn’t even tell it had been a mistake in the first place. Against his will, a sort of pleased happiness bloomed to life in Grian’s chest at the sight.

Scar let out a self-satisfied hum as he appraised the painting before him, before continuing: “Yet all stars burn themselves out eventually. Maybe it’s a reminder that everything in the universe is finite, that there is an end to everything you start. Oh, but don’t focus on that ending. Focus instead on the present—on the stars that are suns to their own solar systems of planets and comets and asteroids, on the stars that join hands to become constellations, on the stars that sit in the sky by themselves, yet burn just as bright as . . .”

Now that he thought about it, Grian could admit that it had been a while since he’d hung out with Scar. He’d been so busy with Impossible Minecraft, and Scar hadn’t felt up to being on a server where everything was actively trying to kill him that it had been ages since they’d last spent time with each other. Company’s appreciated, Grian remembered Scar saying. Pressing his fingers to the bones of his knuckles, Grian wondered if him just hanging out with Scar—as simple a thing as it was—was enough for him. He hoped so, hoped his presence was having at least a modicum of the effect that Scar’s easy rambling was on him.

The soothing cadence of Scar’s voice tugged him gently away from his worries, and Grian let himself float in a state of thoughtless calm. The stress and frustration over gathering echo shards had been overwritten with Scar’s detailed description of the night sky; his mind was filled with star dust and wheeling solar systems and the fading tails of comets. His body was relaxed and solid where it rested against the soft bed, his surroundings faded into a blur of red and grey. Grian let his eyelids drift shut as Scar’s monologue continued on in the background.

“. . . because no matter what happens to you, no matter what problems you may have, the stars are still going to be there, shimmering away against that black blanket of the night sky. And you lay there on your bed, staring up at the stars, staring up into that endless universe, and you feel . . .”

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #mywriting #desert duo #hermitcraft #hc #hc10

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manofthepipis · 2 months ago

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wait hang on is there another sweepstakes happening rn???? am I missing more of that Good Content??

there's a new newsletter out!! in it it's revealed there's an update to the spamton sweepstakes website which give clues for upcoming chapters (as well as the alternate ending to spamton's silence which i still think we got the best ending but imagine there's a timeline... without spamton... a darker timeline?? a brighter timeline??? who's to say...)

heres just a few notable finds

(found in the green room)

(noelle's post! also where the cat petterz minigame is found!)

(get the angel cat in the minigame and you get this)

(links found in the windows)

as for the chapter links (i guesstimate theorize they have something to do with what chapter offers something weird route equivalent, if the snowgrave track is anything to go by but then chapter 4 is weird.. hmm)

i know i missed more details, i did not get everything, there's masterposts better than what i could compile in this ask, but i fear tumblr will eat it again ;v; but can u tell im excited cuz im bouncing off the walls

#asks #sweepstakes #srry i'm late btw i got very sleepy last night #im going crazy crazy runnin in circles #DELTARUUUUUNE #newsletter

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xxun-punxx · 2 months ago

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i think dess is the knight, but for a reason i havent seen anyone else suggest

long post ahead! may be very rambly and kind of hard to read at times since i have difficulty articulating my thoughts. so warning ahead if you have trouble reading word salad. tldr: dess is trying to get home

so ive been watching a lot of deltarune theory videos recently. with the incoming chapter 3 and 4 release ahead i wanted to re-familiarize myself with a lot of the fandom discussion surrounding the games themes and meta-narrative. this means ive also been eating a heaping helping of knight theory videos. i was always a long-time believer in multi-knight theory, that the act of becoming a knight could be adopted by anyone. over time, i started to wonder about a couple of things about the functionality of light and dark worlds and how that could relate to the identity of the knight. ive heard some VERY interesting theories out there about who it could be, but ive always found that these theories struggle with one question--

HOW

how was the knight able to make the chapter 1 fountain without being caught by anyone in the school? how was the knight able to make the chapter 2 fountain while noelle and berdly were in the computer lab? how, how, how. i think the assumption this entire time has been that these fountains NEED to be made in the light world in order to access the dark world. what is undeniable is that a lightner is necessary in order to make one, as seen with Queen in chapter 2. as a reminder, the only reason why she sought out noelle was for her to be able to make one. i say this because i feel like there's one major aspect of the game that we all just kind of... gloss over????? and its a one-off bit that happens at the end of chapter 2 which prompts ralsei to explain the negative impact of fountain creation.

we all remember this, right? berdly almost makes another dark fountain. another dark fountain... in a dark world. he's already in the dark world. and yet he's able to almost make another dark fountain. like i said i feel like we all collectively GLOSSED over this scene way too quickly and its only now that im realizing the implications of this.

lightners are not only able to make dark fountains in the light world, but in the dark world as well.

again, this is played off as a bit, but immediately afterward ralsei literally yells at him to stop because this is DANGEROUS. like. world-ending levels of dangerous as too many dark fountains means that the titans could emerge and the roaring would occur levels of dangerous.

this doesn't imply that creating a dark fountain in a dark world would cause the roaring, rather that its the assumed consequence of too many dark fountains

however, im getting off track here. what primarily needs to be focused on is this--

Lightners are the only ones capable of creating Fountains.

Creation of a Fountain can be done in both the Light World AND the Dark World.

Fountains create bridges between the Light World AND the Dark World.

With that in mind, let me actually get to what I wanted to talk about-- I think that December Holiday is the Knight.

"but pun!!" you may be saying, "dess is missing remember????"

yes. i do remember. which is why i think she's the knight. we know that through flavor text and general world-building that something happened TO dess. its very unlikely that she died and instead went missing prior to the events of the game. we know this because of Noelle's search history results as revealed in chapter 2 with the calendar marked with December 25th (December Holiday). if she WAS dead, why would she be looking her up? moreover, Spamton Sweepstakes makes a very clear connection between Dess and the phrase "FIND HER". this implies that Dess can't be dead, but what exactly happened to her? while there isn't a lot of concrete proof as to what happened to Dess, what we do know is that this is an event which haunts the narrative of deltarune. so many of the characters, particularly between the dreemurs and the holidays, were forever changed by her disappearance.

One very popular theory surrounding Dess' disappearance has to do with the Bunker. as we all know, the weird ambient noise that plays when you're near the bunker is a slowed down version of the garbage noise related to Gaster. this theory is supported by elements such as the goner code, a string of unused text which displays the dialogue of an unseen character.

There's a reason why this is so damning. the mentions of this person being somewhere that is "dark" and "quiet" has led many people to assume that Dess is in some kind of Gaster-y dimension similar to a Dark World. i'd say that this is furthered by some similar dialogue spoken by Spamton during one of his interaction options in his shop when selecting "FEAR".

"But it sounded like they were talking to you"? I don't think its a coincidence that this might be a continuation of that goner code possibly leaking into the game. plus, its not unfounded to think that Spamton would KNOW about Dess considering that the page with the guitar was found on the Spamton Sweepstakes website (and i swear another thing about not being able to "find her data" in reference to someone asking him where dess was but i cant find this for the life of me).

so like. where am i taking all of this connection between the goner code and gaster and dess? and how does this relate to her being the knight? dw gang this is when everything starts to come together.

Most of this theory relies on the idea of the "Dess wandered into the Gaster zone from the Bunker" consensus that i mentioned earlier. moreover, im also applying the theorized idea of the Depths, a place in which all darkness originates from. (the idea for that comes from here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZvsFCYuL2w)

Let's say that she DID go missing in such a way that she would end up in the Depths or some place Gaster-adjacent. as much as everyone back up in Light World is looking for her, i don't think its impossible to assume that Dess is trying to find her own way back. you would too if you inexplicably went missing, right? plus, Dess doesn't seem like the type of character who would wait for someone to find her or even fall under the "damsel in distress" trope, not with how Noelle and everyone else talks about her being so protective of Noelle. she seems very self-assured and capable, which means that not even she would just sit around waiting for someone to save her.

What if Dess is opening Fountains from the Depths/a Dark World/somewhere in order to find her way home?

As stated earlier, it is 100% possible to make a Fountain while IN the Dark World itself. while we don't know what the implications of this is, and as stupid as it sounds, could it be possible to make a Dark-Dark World? A connection to a world that is perhaps... dark, darker, yet darker? to create a Fountain is to create a connection between the Light World AND the Dark World. what if, by making a Fountain in a Dark World, you make a connection between both worlds AND the Depths/a Dark-Dark World/wherever Gaster is/wherever Dess is? it would help to explain a lot of the issues of "How" that i mentioned way earlier surrounding Deltarune theories. the Fountain in chapter 1 was made by her. the Fountain in the computer lab was also made by her, which explains how a Fountain was able to appear at all despite Berdly and Noelle being in there. so many people are working with this idea that Fountain creation is purely exclusive to the Light World and, as such, the Knight has to be someone in Hometown.

obviously, knowing what Kris does at the end of chapter 2, the is an inherent implication of there being multiple knights. however, i think the rest of the game's Fountains will be a direct consequence of Berdly's actions at the end of chapter 2.

Dess is making Fountains in order to find a way home. Berdly learns how to make Fountains and, by extension, everyone else who was there for it. It's how Kris learns how to make Fountains, which inevitably means that someone else from the main cast will TRY to make a Fountain as well. or, even more concerning, try to do what Berdly couldn't-- make a Fountain while IN a Dark World. at some point, someone from the main cast will try and use the Fountains as a way to find Dess.

that likely being Noelle.

but i feel thats enough speculation. i would be interested to see if this is an idea that other people have had. ik this is kinda a bad time to be making deltarune theories considering that chap 3 and 4 come out in like a couple of weeks but its better to get all my thoughts out NOW rather than later. ofc, i also want to acknowledge that this theory probably has a lot of holes in it and doesn't explain things such as the shit Seam says about the Knight. i didnt really think of the little details, mostly just the conclusion of all this.

let me know what you all think! sory for any misspellings that may be present

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katareyoudrilling · 1 year ago

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The Sweepstakes: Marcus Pike Epilogue (Porn Star AU)

Series: The Sweepstakes

Pairing: Porn Star Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Marcus invited you out for pancakes after you did your scene together, but where are you now?

Word count: 676

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: pornography, allusions to sex acts, clit play

A/N: This takes place after the events of The Sweepstakes: Marcus Pike so read that first! I hope you enjoy what I’ve imagined here. Thank you for all your support of this horny series. I am having too much fun (there’s no such thing) with it!

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You squirm on the couch as you watch Marcus on screen. His beautiful back is to the camera, a view you didn’t get to see that night, all firm muscle and golden skin. You admire, as you do every time, how his broad shoulders taper to his trim waste. Below is still covered by his jeans.

He’s eating you out, pulling wanton noises from your mouth as he thoroughly takes you apart. Heat pools low in your belly as you vividly remember how it felt to have him between your legs. You watch, breathing heavily, as you come apart under Marcus’s legendary ministrations.

The urge to relieve some of the pressure building in your center is almost too much to bear, but you know it will be so much better if you can just hold off a little longer.

You hear the door to the apartment open and close, followed by the thud of a bag of groceries landing on the kitchen table.

Your eyes never leave the screen.

“Again?” Marcus asks with a chuckle, walking into the room, completely unfazed by the sight of himself, now naked and having his cock sucked, on screen.

“You were gone all day!” you whine, writhing on the couch with the effort of not touching yourself.

Marcus shrugs off his jacket and steps out of his shoes. “Can I help?”

You nod and scootch forward on the couch, leaving just enough space for him to snuggle in behind you. It takes a bit of effort with how broad he is, but it’s so worth it when you sink back into his warm chest, and he wraps his arms around you.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers in your ear before placing a sweet kiss on your cheek. You chase his mouth, but he pulls away. “No, no. Keep watching.”

You turn back to the recording. Video Marcus is lining up his beautiful cock to fuck you senseless.

Couch Marcus slips his hand down your pants.

Your hips buck into his hand with the first contact, you’re so worked up already.

“So wet, baby, just from watching. We do look good together,” Marcus rasps.

You moan in response, unable to form words as his talented fingers circle your aching clit. On screen you climax again and Marcus dives into your pussy to eat you out while you come. It’s your favorite moment of the video and you can’t help falling over the edge with Marcus whispering how good you feel in your ear.

As you come down from your high, you turn to snuggle face first into Marcus’s chest, pressing pause on the remote. “You don’t want another?” he teases you.

“I do, but not right now.” You kiss his soft lips and smile. “How was your audition?”

“It went well, I think I got it,” he smiles bashfully, pink tinging the tips of his ears.

“Marcus! That’s great!”

Marcus has a thriving porn career, but the reality is that it has a time limit. So, he decided to diversify and has been trying to get more acting roles.

“Remind me what this one was again?”

“Well, it’s a 6-episode arc on a crime procedural. I would play an FBI agent in the art crimes division—”

“Just like in your videos!” you interrupt excitedly. Marcus often plays an FBI agent in his softcore movies.

He laughs. “Kind of. I would be the love interest of one of the main characters, but in the end, she chooses the other guy.”

“No one is going to believe that,” you laugh. “You’re too handsome and charming. Is your character a weirdo or something?”

Marcus laughs, “Not in what I’ve seen so far. A little intense maybe.”

“Good luck to the writers explaining that away then. I’m so proud of you!” You kiss him deeply, melting into his plush lips and warm chest.

“Do you want to watch the rest of the video?” He asks between kisses.

“Nah, I’d rather have the live show. Let’s go to bed, Marcus. I need to congratulate you properly.”

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vividomakeup · 3 months ago

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What Happens In Vegas, Stays In Vegas (Part 1)

Summary: A young woman has won a WrestleMania sweepstakes contest and is now heading to Las Vegas (airfare, hotel, and tickets included). During WrestleMania weekend, she meets her WWE Superstar crush where she ends up having a wild weekend with him.

Multipart Series

Characters:

Main: Grayson Waller/OF Character

Additional: Austin Theory, Mickie James, etc.

Warnings: None, Fluff

Throughout WrestleMania season, I entered myself to all of the WrestleMania Sweepstakes available for entry. I really wanted to make sure I win at least one of the sweepstakes so I don’t have to pay for the airfare, hotel, and WrestleMania tickets since they cost at least a month’s worth of salary.

But one day, I got a notification saying that I won a WrestleMania sweepstakes contest for once in my life. I was beyond excited, screaming for joy and immediately responded to the sweepstakes hosts in order to claim my prize. After everything was confirmed, I packed up my stuff, claimed my plane ticket, and headed to the airport to fly over to Las Vegas for my first WrestleMania weekend.

Upon landing, I was welcomed with open arms, checked into my hotel room, and of course gained my front row seat ticket to both nights at WrestleMania.

When I entered into my hotel room, I unpacked my suitcase and got everything settled. I spent some time relaxing on my bed, scrolling down social media and came across a few WrestleMania week events I thought about attending.

I stumbled upon a WrestleMania brunch session with WWE Legend Mickie James, and A-Town Down Under (Austin Theory & Grayson Waller).

Then a lightbulb moment lit up for me. Since both Austin and Grayson may recognize me through my Instagram stories and the Cameo requests they did for me, I figured it was the perfect opportunity to finally meet them in person. Unfortunately I immediately knew Austin Theory was out of the picture because he is now occupied with his girlfriend. But, I know I can get a shot at Grayson since he did see my Instagram stories leading up to Smackdown in Denver. I did mentioned a few times if he was down to hang out with me afterwards so I can show him around the city. But IDK if he replied.

After reflecting back and now realizing he is there for WrestleMania weekend as well, I figure now is my chance to seize the opportunity to make this moment finally happen.

Immediately I selected my brunch time slot, bought my ticket, and got confirmation for my spot at the brunch session.

Fast forward to Friday morning, I felt tired from the excitement anxiety that kept me up all night, so I didn’t get that much sleep. But I remembered I have to attend this brunch session since I paid good money for it. I spent my time getting ready, doing my hair and makeup while putting together my outfit.

My look was sweet yet sophisticated as I didn’t want it to be overdone since it was just a brunch session. Plus my makeup look was always aimed towards the KBeauty style because it looks cute and the most natural on me personally. But most importantly, I was wearing rom&nd a lip tint since I will be eating and drinking a lot to the point where I don’t wanna have my lipstick ruined.

After I finished getting ready, I grabbed my stuff and took the elevator down to the lobby where I booked an Uber to take me to the brunch session.

Upon arriving, I checked in for my reservation and reserved a spot for me to sit at. The brunch session was buffet style, meaning I can grab whatever I wanted to eat. But at the same time I felt nervous/self conscious since I had a small appetite but didn’t want to grab to little food on my plate where people will look at me concerned and think I have an eating disorder. But I had to remind myself that I am pretty bad with proportion control, especially when it comes to buffets.

But regardless, I went to grab whatever food I wanted to eat and ordered a couple of mocktails because I HATE the taste of alcohol. Because everytime I drink alcohol, I always need water to act as a chaser.

After I grabbed my meal, I sat back down at my table and just ate my food alone in peace while using my phone. I was so busy about eating my meal and using my phone that I forgot that someone had came up to me.

Then I looked up and I saw it was Grayson Waller who came up to me. He introduced himself to me even though I already knew who he was prior. Inside my heart was beating fast and felt like I have an elephant in my stomach moment. But I remember I had to play it cool because I knew how my past interactions with my crushes turned out. Especially knowing I’m only gonna be here for a short amount of time.

“Hey mate, how’s it going?” - Grayson

“Oh hey! It’s going good! How about yourself?”

“It’s going alright, how’s the brunch is treating you?” - Grayson

“It’s pretty good, especially the food and drinks. It’s pretty yummy.”

I knew I didn’t want to take up Grayson’s too much time out of his hands because other fans were also in attendance. But I didn’t care about it that much since Austin Theory and Mickie James were there as well.

Then Grayson asked me something that I totally wasn’t expecting.

“Mind if I sit down with you?” - Grayson

Stunned, I wanted to say yes immediately but I silently looked around to see if nobody else was looking to hog Grayson’s time. But since the other fans were too busy eating their meals, I gave him the signal saying it was okay.

He then sat right next to me which was totally unexpected. My heart was beating faster than before, but I still had to remember to play it cool.

We spent time together getting to know each other better and I later showed him the cameo video he made for me the day after my birthday. I also told him I attended the smackdown event in Denver where I shouted “I’m Addicted to the Grayson Waller Effect!” He then laughed, thinking I was funny which made both of us smile.

But after spending so much time together, the brunch session was coming to an end so I took a few pictures with just me and Grayson plus a few with both him and Austin, me and Mickie, and all four of us together.

Me and Grayson both said our goodbyes and I gave my phone number to him.

“Well, if you wanna keep in touch, feel free to message me in case we don’t see each other again.”

“Okay sounds good.” - Grayson

But I knew right off the bat that it wasn’t the only time we’re gonna see each other as I do have a few more things I wanted to do during my WrestleMania weekend.

TO BE CONTINUED

#grayson waller #wwe #wrestlemania #wwe wrestlemania

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radioactive-coffee01 · 3 months ago

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Date Night Prompt

woo boy I have not wrote for fun since middle school. Also if this is bad, I blame it on being sick rn. (constructive criticism welcome)

prompt credit @sqweegee

GN reader x Spamton | 1,125 words

Second person POV

You paused to look at the time on your phone, 9:35pm it read. You knew you shouldn’t be on your phone while driving but Cyber City was notorious for traffic jams, meaning you didn’t typically miss much. Setting your phone down, you took a few moments to listen to the city’s ambience, ‘A few more turns and I’ll be there’ you thought to no one in particular. You couldn’t help the nervousness that ate at you during the pause. Your friends, who were in fact well-known tricksters, had decided to set you up on a blind date. In the beginning you were completely against the idea, I mean you were plenty happy as is?! And who were these pranksters to think you’d let them encroach on your dating life?? But eventually the little brats had worked the magic and here you were… all dolled up on your way to pick up whatever suitor they had decided to pair you with.

The click of the light pulled you back to reality as you moved forward to your destination. It was only maybe another 5 minutes before you arrived at your location. You parked your car before scanning your surroundings. The restaurant's sign read “The Red Rose,” it wasn’t the most fancy of restaurants in Cyber City’s downtown area, but it was one you were fairly acquainted with, thanks to having to pick up your friends after a few too many. You chuckled under your breath recalling the last time you were here and decided to make your way inside.

Behind the check-in stand was a young pink addison, her name tag reading “Taffy.”

“Hiya! Can I get your reservation name?” she started, flashing you a cheerful grin.

You returned her smile and gave her your friend’s name. “It should be under Matrix M. I believe?”

You watched as the addison’s demeanor changed for just a split second before going back to a now nervous grin, “Alright! Just this way,” she motioned for you to follow her as she walked past the tables on the other side of the barrier.

Soon you arrived towards the back of the restaurant. Sitting at the table where it seemed that Taffy was heading was a shorter, marionette-like addison. He was visibly shaking, no no, he might as well be vibrating at this point, and not to mention how disheveled he was- you’ve got to be kidding me, you thought to yourself, Matrix is so dead when I see him next. None the less you followed Taffy over and took your seat across from the addison. He looked you over while waiting for the pink addison to leave. And- “ THANK [SWEEPSTAKES] I THOUGHT YOUU WERE ANOTHER [ book of 100 silly pranks only 3.99$ GET NOW] “

The sudden loud noise had you feeling like you just stepped on a trip wire as you almost put your hands up to cover your ears.

“N-no, not this time I don’t think-” you nervously smiled at him.

“WELL I’M [BUY HAPPY SCRUBS NOW]” his jaw snapping shut as soon as the ad-bite ended,

“W-well are you ready to get some [good eats here]?” he started again, quieter this time.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” you responded, glad that seeing you flinch at his ..choiceful volume had paused his yelling before the staff decided to boot you both for disturbing the customers.

You take a moment to glance over the menu as he flags down a waiter that had just finished helping their table. He orders the day’s special and you pick your preferred meal. The waiter writes everything down and heads off in the direction of the kitchen.

“So umm what do you do for a living.?” you make a poor attempt at small talk,

His eyes light up as he begins, “Well Sweets! I’m a [100% Authenticity Guaranteed] Salesman! I used to be the [BIGGEST Shot!] around this whole place until [Hyperlink Blocked]!” you swear you see his glasses lose color on that last part but he continues before you can ask, “I had great ideas! And even [ BIGGER & BETTER ] dreams!! I sold BIG cars and small cars! Even my prized [CUNGADERO™] Model!!”

“Now I just own a small storefront…” He mumbles under his breath,

The waiter arrives with both of your meals before you get to say more so you both decide to eat. You are about to take your first bite when you look up in time to concernedly watch him unhinge his jaw and shovel a good half of the plate into his mouth, not even chewing the food.

He notices you watching and sets the plate down “Ahem, S-sorry [love note], It’s been a quick [minutes! seconds! Hours!] since I’ve had anything this good! I mean.. Wow! This place sure is [Sal’s Nicecream 1.50$]” He laughs nervously and you chide yourself for finding it endearing,

“Well I’m glad you enjoy it,” you smile reassuringly before going back to your own meal.

The rest of the time is spent calmly, the two of you taking turns passing jokes and stories back and forth in between bites of your food. You tell him about your friends and he tells you (probably over-glorified) stories about his run-ins with other shopkeeps. You’re surprised at how easily the conversations have become and before you know it the waiter comes back to bring you both your bill.

“OH-oh, I didn’t realize it was [cash out] time already!” He says as you watch him frantically search himself for his money.

“Don’t worry about it,” you state, handing the waiter your card as you start to wonder if this was all some ploy just to get free food and if he’s gonna ditch as soon as everything is paid, but to your pleasant surprise, he insists that you at least allow him to walk you to your car in return. I mean it’s the least he can do isn’t it?

The two of you part your ways, part of you feels like he’s lying when he says he has a car just parked further down the street, but you won’t push the subject. As you get in the car you hear your phone ping and you see a text from Nattie, the one who had helped Matrix set up your date:

Nat: “ So how long did it take you to walk out lmao 😜🤣 “

You scoff at her childishness, and decide to turn the tables on her.

Y/N: “ You’ll have to let Matrix know I said thank you, I had a very romantic evening ”

You set your phone on the passenger's seat and smile to yourself at the three pings that flood in seemingly right after the other. Time to head home…

#spamton #deltarune #spamton g spamton #oneshot #date night #brain worms time #we chillin #first writing post

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brutalcritical · 2 days ago

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FRIEND's Player 2 (Deltarune Theory Effort Post)

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Above Video for potentially important context.

Setting up who friend is

So i'm just gonna state outright that the evidence for December Holiday being the Knight is overwhelming and i won't really discuss it much here, but from the parralels to Undertale Asriel both in Dess's Room, the Knight's attacks, and how Dess is built up similarly to how Asriel is before the big reveal he is in fact Flowey.

So if Dess is our Asriel, who's our equivlent to Flowey. This seems like a strange question, but this ties to the above Theory. You see in the spamton sweepstakes, there's a minigame that resembles the Battat Minigame that leads to a series of windows akin to the stained glass ones you go through to get to the chapter 4's egg room (with the corrent web page being the unscrambled text).

Said hidden room in Chapter 4 has an NPC that says a scrambled sentance that, with help from the spamton sweepstakes, turns out as "Lost where the forest would grow, the children follow the pointed tail." There's also an interesting Prophecy in Chapter 4, the same room that nets you the Princess Ribbon, "THEY'LL SEE THE TAIL OF HELL TAKE CRAWL."

This prophecy in particular is associated with what appears to be a series of beads. However, according to Noelle, the Cats in Cat Petterz are made with circles that are animated around likely meaning this is likely FRIEND's tail.

There's also this unused line in undertale that is of interest: "Greetings. You have made yourself completely clear. Understood. I, your humble servant, will follow you to the utmost..."

This is referenced with a Vending Machine in the S-Rank Room, where it claims to be a humble servent and you can but a SMILE from it. Anyone who got into the S-Room would know about the Sword Route and how the final boss of the Sword Route Minigames summons a bunch of FRIENDS during their boss fight (as well as FRIEND's Apperance in Ralsai's monolouge about how Dark Worlds work).

Now that we established all of that, we have to reorient our discussion towards Dess, and specificly the unused dialouge from Chapter 4.

"I'm starting to lose track of the time.

Has it been days? Hours?

If someone told me it's been years, I might believe them...

Before, the sun came up,

And so many wonderful things happened that made time meaningful.

Things like breakfast, or late night TV...

In this place,

I don't eat or drink anymore.

I can't tell if I'm awake or dreaming.

I can't even tell if I'm dead or alive.

It's just nothing but pitch black silence.

... except for the noise.

The scratching noise I sometimes hear...

This sounds crazy, but even though no one can hear me,

When I hear that noise, I feel like someone's listening.

Anyone, if you're there... thank you."

Now i don't think i need to tell you how a CAT makes a stratching sound. Whether this dialouge is happening concurrently or is Dess before becoming the Knight, this last unused dialouge seems likely to be setting up something between these two characters (espically if the idea of FRIEND trying to mimic Seam in order to gain Dess's trust is true).

FRIENDLY Flower

One interesting note about FRIEND is that the files for them sometimes use the DEVICE prefix like the stuff from the goner maker sequence that ends in this strangely familiar phrase: "No one can choose who they are in this world. Your name is...". This makes FRIEND the one who most likely be the second voice in this sequence, whose says that.

This is similar to a phrase Flowey himself says at the start of undertale "In this world, its killed or be killed". Flowey also has the yellow coloration that one of FRIEND's eyes, and Nightmare/Omega/Photoshop Flowey's face has a similar wide smile and dual-colored eyes, not to mention Flowey also has an association with the word Friend (see my best friend and friendliness pellets).

With saving not having as much emphasis on it, or at least the explicit connection to it, the next logical equivelent to that would be controlling a Player Character. Espically with our relationship to Kris is a focal point of the plot, it'll to be interesting if the main antagonist that sets the events of Deltarune would be a dakr relfection of that. It might even explain Kris's odd association with dogs (such as the dog outfits he wears in chapter 2 as an act agaisnt the Tasque Manager and chapter 3 during Tenna's breakdown, as well as his apparent tendancy to howl). It would be thematic if a dog-associated hero would end up facing a Cat-based antagonist, and I imagine a boss fight against someone whose gimmick is controlling others would lead to interesting gameplay moments (like taking control of your party members for certain attacks).

#friend #deltarune theory #deltarune chapter 3 spoilers #deltarune chapter 4 spoilers #the roaring knight #december holiday #december deltarune #spamton sweepstakes #Youtube #deltarune theories #deltarune speculation #fan theory

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acradelius · 9 months ago

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KINKTOBER '24 IDEAS PT. 2

The initial plan was just to write all the pieces around men, but I've decided that some of our favorite gals need some time in the spotlight as well :) Therefore, here's my ideas for our special ladies!

PS. I'm thinking about going with monsters for the remaining 5-6 ideas. Any suggestions?

Once again, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Link to Kinktober '24 Ideas PT. 1

I. "Spread Your Legs, Superfan"

FANDOM - Borderlands 3

PAIRING - Tyreen Calypso x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Entering the 'once-in-a-lifetime-chance' sweepstake for eternal fame and fortune being hosted by Tyreen Calypso was supposed to be for amusement. To Reader's surprise, she ends up winning the sweepstakes, meeting up with Tyreen to obtain her reward. Unbeknownst to Reader, Tyreen's reward of fame and fortune included becoming her personal sex toy.

(why are there no gifs for my amazing woman Carla)

II. "Happy Birthday, Slayer"

FANDOM - Dead Island 2

PAIRING - Carla x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - It's difficult to celebrate your girlfriend's birthday whenever you're stuck in zombie land, Los Angeles, but Carla is determined to make it happen. She knows that avoiding zombies and assholes can be quite stressful and lead to frustration, especially sexual frustration, but Carla knows how to make it all better for Reader with a certain gift.

III. "Temporary Peace Treaty"

FANDOM - The Last of Us (Part 2) (AU?)

PAIRING - Abby x Female! Reader, Ellie x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - If it wasn't for Abby's girlfriend, Reader, Ellie and Abby would've already killed each other. Seeing how much more distress that Reader's in due to the tension and arguing between Ellie and Abby, they proceed to agree of a "peace treaty" between them, but what's to happen during a drunken night that Reader expresses that she wants both women?

IV. "Punishment Is Irrefutable"

FANDOM - Resident Evil Village

PAIRING - Lady Dimitrescu x Female! Villager! Reader (Mother Miranda x Female! Villager! Reader as well, just for safety measures)

SUMMARY - During a siege upon the village by Lady Dimitrescu, Reader happens to be one of the unfortunate villagers to become her next meal. Yet, somehow Reader becomes one of Dimitrescu's favorites, causing her to be spared, but hidden away from the others. Nothing can truly be hidden from Mother Miranda though, and upon Reader being discovered, Lady Dimitrescu can't escape from punishment this time.

V. "Playing With Your Food"

FANDOM - Overwatch 2

PAIRING - Kiriko Kamori x Female! Reader

SUMMARY - Kiriko has always had a sweet tooth, especially whenever it came to donuts. Convincing her best friend to have a sleepover to try these new "special" donuts, Reader comes to discover that Kiriko likes to use them for other fun things besides eating.

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tempestmothstorm · 25 days ago

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Uh deltarune spoilers really rough analysis with me pulling out the corkboard of vague connections I made like just now

Ok so like there’s some weird fear motif going on with the holidays and the titan stuff right.

So the knight clearly shares a lot of visual motifs with the titan and its whole darker than dark motif. The titan is apparently the “fear of the dark” made manifest and its triumphed by light and hope themed stuff.

The knight is also probably related to the holidays and is probably Dess (maybe carol? Dess makes more sense tbh so im going with it). And Noelle is pretty well established to be scared easily, especially in a lot of the past stories we have when dess used to be around. In a lot of those stories she kinda acts like the fearless protector older sister type who comforts Noelle. Like in the sweepstake that mentions:

"the other nite I went down to eat leftover pizza but when I went down it was dark and i coudnt find the swich and I saw ice e on the box and heWINKED AT ME!!!!i screemed. only my sister beileves me"

(Hey wait it was foreshadowing the darkner origins at the start of chapter 3)

So if Dess is supposed to parallel Noelle by being the big brave older sister who protects her from the dark, only to become the knight who seems to be enveloped by the embodiment of the fear of the dark. And judging by the weird unused code voice as well as the s-rank game Dess was at some point stuck in darkness. Which is also associated with fear.

Slightly that might also be connected is Susie’s whole thing. Cus she is established to be another brace person for Noelle to idolize . Cus we know she’s gonna be important to Noelle and we know she finds her scary yet comforting. Noelle’s just really drawn to spooky stuff in general. And the whole chapter 4 kinda emphasizes the fact that Susie going to be super associated with hope which is an opposite to fear. So Susie Dess parallels???

Idk where I’m going with this cus everything is really vague and also a few days old but it might be something important in the future as we gain more info?????? This is just my initial thought is all

#deltarune #deltarune spoilers #tempestmothtalk #something something succumbing to fear and darkness

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wannab-urs · 2 years ago

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 26

Howdy!

I am still on soft hiatus, but I think I've read enough over the last few weeks to do one of these. Apologies if I read your fic and it's not on here, I had to kind of dig around to find what I read since I wasn't keeping track.

I have 16 fics for you this week. I'm just pasting in the author provided summary and warnings instead of my usual nonsense bc I still don't have the mental capacity to do that.

As always you can find all of my fic recs here and feel free to tag me in your fics and I'll add them to my tbr!

Recs below the Pedro (a drawing of Pedro as Reed Richards by justralphy on instagram)

The Clink a Javi P one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Summary: Prison Guard Javi Tags: DUBCON due to power imbalance (reader is an inmate and cannot legally consent), oral sex m!receiving, unprotected PIV, creampie

The Sweepstakes a series of one shots by @katareyoudrilling

Summary: A collection of standalone one-shots featuring various Pedro boys. A popular porn site runs a contest for viewers to win a night with their favorite porn star. Tags: Unprotected PiV (paperwork is involved), oral sex (m and f receiving), kink negotiation, some choking and breath play

A Very Furby Christmas a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

Summary: it’s christmas eve 1998 and joel miller thinks everything is perfect. well, until his brother admits he didn’t get sarah the one present she wanted - the furby. now, joel has to go out on christmas eve to find the year’s hottest toy that’s been sold out for months. turns out, you’re on the same mission. and you’ve both found the last furby in town. Tags: pre-outbreak, no use of y/n, holiday/christmas fic, the last toy trope, no smut, age gap - not explicitly specified but joel is 31 and reader is mid-20s, the great miller gingerbread construction competition, operation get sarah miller a furby, some kissing.

To Touch Darkness a Din one shot by @djarincore

Summary: Din becomes possessed by the darksaber, forcing all of his darkest fears and deepest desires to manifest in a way that threatens to consume you. Tags: dark, dubcon, biting, blood, oral (m/f receiving), hair pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, possessive behavior, name calling, dirty talk, breeding kink, breath play, degradation, unprotected PIV, manhandling, mainly smut

All Mouth a Max Phillips one shot by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: max phillips and prompt no. nine— "you look so pretty like this." with a twist! Tags: reader is not American/not an "American vampire", porn with mild plot, pet names (honey, baby, sweetie, Maxxie), all the usual vampire genre warnings, including but not limited to - graphic blood and gore, cannibalism, mention of scars, horror themes, love as consumption, smut - mommy kink, degradation (max gets called a slut), cock slapping, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, handjob, alcohol mention, fluff.

Sated a Joel one shot by @softlyspector

Summary: Joel just wants you to eat well Tags: love as being consumed, blood drinking, smut from start to finish (piv, f!receiving oral, fingering), Joel's praise kink, talk of eating, consuming, drinking, hunger, etc, vampires you get it.

When My Time Comes Around a Joel series by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

Summary: You’ve spent much of the time since the outbreak began alone and isolated. Until, one day, you come upon a man dying in the snow. You save his life and in return, he saves yours. Tags: canon divergence, detailed canon typical violence, detailed descriptions of blood and injuries and wound care, major character death, child loss, grief, suicidal ideation, THERE WILL BE A HAPPY ENDING but it will take a while to get there, ANGST, major angst and this is going to be VERY SAD for a while and I am sorry about making you sad kinda

Uncut a Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

Summary: You give Din his first blowjob and he’s insecure about a little secret he’s been keeping. Tags: no physical description used for Reader, porn with little plot, uncircumcised!Din, shy!Din, oral sex (M receiving), body worship, pet names (baby for Din, cyar’ika for you), cum eating, no use of y/n

The Watch a Joel one shot by @justagalwhowrites

Summary: You try to do something kind for Joel but things backfire in a way you never expected. Tags: SMUT! Canon-typical violence. I did almost no proofing on this so... ya know. Basically no age-gap, reader is 3 years younger than Joel. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

The Checklist a Joel series by @thetriumphantpanda

Summary: Your new boyfriend Joel finds your hidden stash of porn, full of pages with their corners folded over, marking the things you like the most. Expecting him to feel bad about finding things you're into, things you haven't asked for from him, you're surprised when he offers to help you tick them off. This is basically just a kink fest. Tags: Explicit smut, oral sex, established relationship, orgasm denial, breath play, rough sex, exhibitionism, overstimulation, temperature play, free use, bondage, anal play, porn without much plot. Please see individual chapters for additional warnings. No Outbreak AU. No use of Y/N.

Sexfiles.mp3 a Tim Rockford one shot by @beskarandblasters

Summary: You’re a true crime podcaster and you land the interview of your dreams with Detective Tim Rockford. What will happen when you two are alone in the studio after the interview is done? Tags: F!Reader, uneven power dynamic (Tim is a guest on Reader’s show) pet names, oral sex (M and F receiving), semi public sex (I think), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, drinking, no use of y/n

Lover, Be Sweet a Marcus Pike series by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: the beautiful evolution of your relationship with fairfax county's newest and cutest resident. Tags: social isolation, touch starvation, alcohol, themes of alienation, allusions to failed relationships, self doubt, light angst, fluff, anxiety, smut

Just a Taste a Joel one shot by @covetyou

Summary: Joel helps you clean up a mess. Tags: daddy kink, cuckolding, creampie, cum eating, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, male masturbation, one single pussy slap, rimming if you squint, pet names (baby, sweetheart), dd/lg vibes, established relationship, mention of original male character.

Crawling Back to You a Dieter one shot by @prolix-yuy

Summary: Have you no idea that you're in deep? (it's incubus!Dieter, friends) Tags: religious corruption kink, bastardizing prayers, brief drug use, mentions of alcohol consumption, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breaking a hymen, descriptions of blood, biting and drawing blood, pheromone incubus anatomy, size difference/kink like whoa, monster transformation, monster fucking, PiV sex, wildly unrealistic sex, kind of dubious consent in the way that she has no idea what she's getting into so Dieter checks in A LOT, consent is sexy and monsters especially should ask for it, Reader has no idea what she's doing when it comes to summoning an incubus.

New in Town a Joel series by @justagalwhowrites

Summary: When you move to Austin for work, your best friend Sarah recommends that you hang out with her dad, Joel, to get to know the area. Sarah just never mentioned the fact that her dad is just your type. Tags: Contractor Joel, No outbreak, Joel is reader's best friend's dad, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, protected sex, Age Gap

Point A to Point B a Din series by tothestrongones (AO3)

Summary: Escorting a former Empire prisoner of war to a Rebel Alliance safe zone? It should be a piece of cake. Absolutely no problems whatsoever. Tags: Slow Burn, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Praise Kink, Sexual Tension, Amnesia, Hurt/Comfort, Touch-Starved, Smut, Mutual Pining, Peril, Violence, Flashbacks, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Angst, Implied/Referenced Torture, Canon Divergence, Mando is Very Religious

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I'm very happy to tentatively be back in this space. i missed you guys a lot. I'm kind of reworking how I do things here - not putting so much pressure on myself to put things out and be present and read every single thing I can. I have a life and it's a busy one and I can't spend all my time here (unfortunately) but that doesn't mean I have to leave completely. I'll still do these... weekly-ish. Love y'all

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Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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