#I have so much brain rot for this awkward kid now

[im-ovulating]

(A/n: The Stoner! Sero brain rot is real)

(I'd say "don't do drugs and stay in school, kids" but y'all aren't supposed to be here so I think all my bases are covered lol)

(Not proofread)

Word Count: 1,352

Summary- The herb might relax him but nothing helps as much as sinking into your hot, wet cunt.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs (Sero smoked beforehand + him and reader smoke towards the end), Pull-out method (use protection ppl, STDs and pregnancy don't seem fun!)

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Stoner! Sero x Fem! Reader: Stress Relief

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From Hanta💕:

'Hey babe, mind if I swing by?'

Read 10:27 pm

It's as soon as your confirmation sends that you hear a knock at your window.

"There's no fucking way…" you mumble, moving to look past your curtains. Sure enough, the lazy grin of your boyfriend is just behind the glass.

"If you had said "no," this would be very awkward," his voice is muffled as he scratches the back of his head with a chuckle.

You slide the window open and yank him inside, ready to scold his recklessness. "What if you'd been caught? My parents would never allow you over again!"

Hanta pulls you in by the waist, "But I didn't~"

"Missed you…" He says, dipping down to kiss you.

The kiss tastes earthy and you immediately know the real reason for his visit. "Rough day?"

His head drops to your shoulder with a groan, "That obvious?"

"With the weed breath mixed with the way you're gripping my ass? Not at all." His hold loosens a bit at the call out, but his hands don't move.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm not."

"I never said you had to be," you guide his lips back to yours, backing up until your bed takes your legs out.

Hanta wastes no time following you down. His fingers come up to trace the line of your jaw before tangling in your hair, drawing it back so he can suck marks into the delicate skin. You can't help but to sigh out a moan when he nips at a particularly sensitive spot. "I want you so badly right now, baby…"

"Then have me," you gasp at the cool fingers that are suddenly under your shirt, inching their way up to toy with your breasts.

They stop in their tracks as he pulls back enough to gaze at you with blown pupils. "Oh, I plan to."

His voice is rough with need as he sits up to shed his shirt, exposing him to your ogling. Once his shirt is somewhere across the room, he slides his hands back up your shirt until he can pull it off of you.

You work on your pants and underwear while he watches as more and more of your skin becomes available.

"Fucking hell, babe-" He grips under your knees to yank you down the bed, flushing your hips with his. Hanta leans down to kiss you again, shifting his weight to one hand as the other slides between you to feel the growing dampness between your thighs. "So wet... This for me?"

Gathering your arousal, he brings his fingers to his lips and makes a show of tasting you. The sight of him sucking your juices off of his fingers has you clenching around air, desperate for any relief.

With a *pop*, his fingers leave his mouth; he wipes his spit off on your sheets as you pull him down for another kiss. The earthy flavor of the weed he smoked earlier mixes with your tangy sweetness in a way that has your eyes rolling back and a moan sneaking up your throat. He grinds his hips into yours, letting you feel the prominent bulge beneath the denim.

"Sero Hanta, if you don't fuck me right now, I'm gonna riot, I swear to god-" You tug on his beltloop, getting impatient with all the touching.

"Someone's impatient," He laughs, shaking his head as he stands up, "Don't worry, baby, I gotcha."

Deft fingers unbutton his jeans and slide down the zipper; he shimmies out of them, kicking them to the side along with his boxers and finally freeing his hard length. You reach out, pulling him close as he crawls back over you.

His arm flexes next to your head as it takes on his weight while the other lines the head of his cock up with your slick folds. Slowly, he pushes into you, inch by agonizing inch, until he's buried to the hilt. A guttural groan escapes his lips at the feeling of your tight cunt enveloping him. "Fuck, you feel amazing..."

Your hands grip at his shoulders at the stretch, but your legs eagerly fall apart, allowing him to sink even deeper inside.

"That's it, baby. Open up for me; let me make you feel good."

His calloused hands grip your hips, steadying you as he starts to thrust in long, languid strokes. HIs eyes are hooded with lust as he drinks in the sight of you sprawled out beneath him.

You clamp your hands over your mouth as he picks up the pace, not wanting to be caught. Especially not when you can feel your core tightening, preparing for release.

Hanta leans down, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he continues steadily thrusting into you.

Suddenly, he shifts, causing him to brush against you just right; the jolt it sends through you has your toes curling and your hand shooting up to grip his arm, desperate to grounding.

"Oh, my god, Hanta. Do that again," you plead, needing to feel that again.

A wolfish grin spreads across his face, his hips snapping forward again and again, abusing your cunt. "You like that, baby? I've got plenty more where that came from..."

"You feel incredible... so hot and tight around me." HIs thrusts pick up speed, pounding into you with deep, calculated strokes that leave you trembling. He slips his hand down once more to draw tight, little circles on your clit, matching the rhythm of his hips.

Your walls start clamping down, attempting to keep his length inside you as you get closer and closer to cumming. The sudden tightness makes Hanta choke out a groan; it forces him to slow to a grind inside of you. Your hips have started to roll up to meet his thrusts and god, you're so close.

His thumb presses harder against your sensitive bundle of nerves, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. "C'mon, princess, come undone for me; I wanna feel you fall apart on my cock."

His pace grows more erratic, chasing both of your releases as the coil of pleasure clenches impossibly within you. It feels like as soon as it tightens to it's limit, the coil snaps and you cum with a debauched moan. Hanta's hand shoots up from playing with your clit to clamp down on your mouth.

"Shhh!" His frantic shushing does little in quieting you when his mouth returns to sucking and nipping at your neck.

His hips start to falter, the clamping of your walls around him drawing his own orgasm out; with a few more erratic thrusts, he finds his release, slipping out of you just in time to paint your thighs with his milky spend.

With a final shudder, he collapses against you, rolling to the side just enough to avoid crushing you. He holds you against him as you both thrum with the aftershocks of your climaxes. Thoroughly dazed and satisfied, Hanta presses sloppy, lazy kisses along your jaw and neck.

After laying together for a minute, Hanta rolls over to grab his jeans from the floor, rummaging through the pockets before he suddenly grins, producing a blunt and his dented zippo. He nestles back against the pillows, pulling you against him. Flicking the lighter to life, he sparks the end, taking a long, slow drag. He holds the smoke for a moment before exhaling, the fragrant haze curling around you both.

"Care to share, beautiful?" He holds it out to you, gaze heated as he watches you take a puff with it still held between his fingers, your fingers wrapped gently around his wrist. Your eyes don't leave his as you slowly breathe it out through your nose.

His hand caresses your jaw, careful to keep the cherry away from your skin. "My pretty baby..." he murmurs before taking another pull, savoring the heady sensation as the drug curls around his mind.

He presses a kiss to your lips, prying the open and breathing the smoke into you. "Let's stay like this for a while, hm?"

[serqphites]

HEAR ME OUT….

Lee harker x single mom!reader 🤯🤯🤯🤭🤭🤭

STOP BC I COULDN’T IGNORE THIS UNTIL TOMORROW (yes it’s 2:40 while i’m writing this rn) you have given me such bad brain rot with this 😭

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okay so let’s say you have a daughter around the age of 3. things had been rough before meeting lee, life pretty much being put on hold for you as you couldn’t go anywhere without your child.

you met lee in your local store, just minding your business when your daughter decides it’s time to play matchmaker!

despite calling for her as she runs and runs further away from you, she still doesn’t listen until she finds herself hiding behind a very stiff lee harker’s leg.

girly is stressed LMAOOO, like where the hell has this random child come from and oh my god why is her mother so beautiful??

“oh my god i am so sorry!” you’re trying your best to remove your daughter from lee’s leg, but apparently your child has super strength and forgot to tell you.

“no no-“ GULP, “you’re fine” you’d honestly think someone was holding her at gunpoint and forcing her to smile, why is she just showing off her teeth instead of smiling with them?

i can SMELL her gay panic.

once your daughter eventually lets go, you continue apologising profusely as you begin walking away.

“wait!” lee calls out, her voice shaky. she does an awkward little jog over to you, her arm extended towards you as she waves a small elephant teddy in the air.

oh yeah that’s when you decided to get her number. the baywatch jog to hand deliver the toy to you reallyyyy did it.

fast forward a few months and things are going great! lee comes over every friday after clocking out and doesn’t leave until she has to. your weekend sleepovers are consistently the highlight of her week.

she’s definitely… interesting when it comes to your daughter.

“sooo, this is your room.”

and your kids just sat in her bed like “ya.”

yeah you dragged her out of there. “lee you don’t need to talk to her like she’s a suspect, just be normal”

“that was me being normal” and she hits you with the :/

she defo sends you money for stuff like sitters and daycare to help with your part time job. it also frees you up for date nights!

(lee keeps tabs on the babysitter and every single person who works in the daycare your daughter attends, she came to stand on business)

when things start to get really serious between you two, lee decides to move you into her cabin! this cutie even changed her study into the cutest little forest themed nursery you’ve ever seen.

“lee it’s perfect! thank you” you’re literally on the verge of sobbing and she’s just stood in the doorway like 🧍‍♀️🙂

lee does become better around your kid, acting more loving towards her and not being as afraid of her LMAO

also she’s so fucking overprotective.

lee never asked why you were a single mother, she didn’t really think it was her place. it took you quite a while to open up to her about it, her holding you as you finally let out all of your emotions for the first time since falling pregnant. men fucking suck.

NSFW:

jumping straight into it, it turns her on so much that you’re a single mother.

i can picture her sat at her desk that’s now in the corner of your bedroom, her fingers hooked into the loop of your jeans as words of adoration spill from her lips.

“i think you’re so strong”, “it’s so hot that you did that all by yourself”, “you’re so amazing”.

before you know it she’s trailing kisses down your stomach, one hand coming up to rub the center of your chest as the other undoes your belt buckle…

[bcolfanfic]

HI so another youngvets ask if you're drowning in these I'm so sorry--

but I'm wondering do the buckies deal with the pta?? are the pta moms gossiping about sweet little josie's incredibly attractive parents? did uncle croz pick her up one random week when he's visiting from england and everyone practically falls in love with him? do they go on those sports day kind of parents race thing like princess diana did for her boys and absolutely decimated the other parents? career day where they come by to talk about gales academia life and former piloting? chaperoning for field trips to the aquarium? josies in some ball club and they come watch her games with the rest of the boys and nearly get kicked out for being too rowdy???

thank you <33 hope everything is well!!

well gale IS my princess diana, so 🙏🏼

but yes i think they’re very involved parents. gale already has friends within the school system from work and even though he teaches high school knows families with littler kids too. so even though they are *very* much the minority as a 2 dads family where they live in wyoming them not being total strangers in the community makes it less awkward if that makes sense? there’s of course some outlier jerks, but the other parents generally have their back when anyone is a dick.

and yes the other moms think they’re hot pleasexbhxh made myself laugh thinking about one of them telling bucky that if he ever changes what team he plays for then she’s around. and he’s like 😀👍🏼 noted LMAO.

when uncle crosby comes to visit he comes to her school to eat lunch with her and she’s sooo excited sweet thing. especially bc he brought her candy and what not from england so she’s automatically Super Cool now to all her little friends. she thinks that big doe eyed man hung the moon. <3

def see gale doing the career day stuff. not that bucky doesn’t *want* to it’s just. a sore topic for him still and especially with kids being a little unfiltered question wise it just makes sense to play it safe and let gale take over that. but josie still tells everyone with great enthusiasm that her other dad also flew planes.

she’s so proud of her daddies. her little face looking for them in the crowd when they come to her school stuff- and her smile when she sees that they’re there- just makes them melt.

very much see curt being the one that borders on getting thrown out of her sports games when him and kenny are in town. in my mind him and kenny are kinda in a fucking on the low situationship deal which is a part of them always showing up together but ah that’s a brain rot for another time. he doesn’t mean it in a Scary Sports Guy That Yells At Kids way, he’s just ✨enthusiastic✨. and he does think josie is better than all the other kids because well, she’s his perfect darling niece and the other kids are not LOL.

[stevie-petey]

Decided to just send this in directly but! I have explanations for everything so buckle in bc when i say i have brain rot about this fic I MEAN IT ITS SO GOOD

1. BI BUG CONFIRMATION. ENOUGH SAID.

2. I will never forget reading that scene from season 1 of steve driving bug home w her bike in his trunk and her all flustered about it and i dont super remember what time of day it was in the scene but in my head it was right after sunset where the sun has set but its light creates this contrast that makes everything look cool toned in comparison to whats in the light n i wanted to play w that in the coloring also im a sucker for steve n his big arms so this was almost entirely self indulgent

3. The cardigan bc i needed to. I re read that chapter constantly it gives me all the warm n fuzzies and thats good for the soul

4. The phones were both an “i need to put this in here immediately bc my brain never stops thinking about it” and a filler for blank space. The colors for each are tied to what s3 bug and what s3 are associated w in my head like you cannot tell me bug isnt soft ivory coded and steve is not light grey-blue coded in s3 it just feels right for them (plus i needed to reference the nicknames at least once my very soul craved it)

5. Dustins hat was a lil bit of a last minute thing, i was working on a bigger piece w all of this kids n their looks for season 3 but it wasnt coming out the way i wanted it to so i scrapped it but i still wanted a something in there that wasnt steve or bug related and it felt fitting to put in dustins camp know where cap both bc of his relationships w steve n bug and bc every now and then i think about how dustin felt ditched by the party at the beginning and how heartbreaking that scene was when i read it n how much i just wanted to hug the lil guy bc feeling lonely at an age like that is so devastating it made my heart hurt for him so i wanted to have a lil thing for dustin in there somewhere

6. In the show i really liked the whole bit w steve asking girls out and robin keeping score n before you wrote this scene i was curious as to how you were going to go about it and it ended up cracking me up dude i love that scene if him just being awkward and so not “king steve” suave and i needed to put down how my brain saw that scene to something visual bc it was so ugh hes such a dork i love steves himbo self

7. Follow up is the lil doodle of steve n robin running around high as hell and there was no way i wasnt going to include that somehow if i am given the chance to write the phrase “trash popcorn” and draw robin frolicking i will take it with both hands and bolt

8. Going back to the whole “steve is a desaturated light blue in s3” thing i just wanted an excuse to draw my boy being cute in my head this is when hes helping bug put away books at her job and yes the anatomy is a lil wonky but i luv him and his hair swoops and joes side profile is so very fun to draw <3

Over all come home is wonderful n amazing and i love it n ur brain is so big n full of wrinkles

i genuinely cried when i first saw this im not kidding. im speechless, its so fucking beautiful and everything you drew from the fic is captured SO perfectly i cannot even begin to explain how much this means to me :(((( thank you so so so so much. truly.

the DETAILS ???? you brought the cardigan to life. its exactly how i envisioned it in my head, its BEAUTIFUL :((((( and bug being ivory and steve a blue ,,,, god you really truly nailed this i again cannot put into words how PHENOMENAL this is. the telephone lines being connected with their nicknames, steve carrying a box of books at bugs job, him driving and the setting sub (which you got EXACTLY. it was the same i envisioned in my head writing that scene), the bi colors on the lady bug like are u kidding me !!!! youre insane and i LOVE YOU !!!

steve n high robin doodle is so <333 and the steve scene at scoops with his flustered monologue in the background made me giggle so hard oh my god.

i know you dont know this, but my birthday is tomorrow and this is the best gift ive ever been given. i want to frame the doodles and put it on my bedroom wall because i am astounded and in awe of your talent and still so baffled my fic was brought to life !!!!! its mind boggling and i cannot thank you enough for this experience <333

(obviously with ur permission in reference to wanting to print n frame the doodles because theyre so dear to me and i respect ur talent !!)

[eisforeidolon]

So generally my transcribing the panels is a combination of video availability + my free time and mood + specific Q&As that I personally find particularly funny/new/interesting or likely to cause wank.

If there's any questions anybody specifically wants from SF this past weekend, I'll do them. On my own initiative, however, the only other question I considered doing was the one from the main panel which hellers seem to be translating into fantasies about cockless and how Jensen is totally ready to make out with Misha in a revival to make D/C canon.

Except the question was one of those very blatant "compliment each other now!" ones. They're kinda transparent and awkward even with J2, because they're professionals performing on stage, part of which is selling the whole 'one big happy family' thing fans want to believe of the cast. So when you ask them to compliment each other ... *gasp* ... they compliment each other! Even if they are besties, the sincerity there is automatically less believable given the nature of the ask. It can be salvaged if the answers seem personal and genuine, but then we have their answers here:

As to a professional compliment? Misha just repeated generic heller/stan chatter about Jensen totes being an A lister some day - when J2 have both talked about not even wanting that level of fame and knowing that kind of prominence is as much dumb luck as talent. He then implied he was giving insider information by repeating what we've heard about the positive atmosphere on set for the billionth time, except attributing it to Jensen without mentioning Jared (when everyone but crazy stans credits both of them for it). As for the personal compliment? Nothing but a sleezy joke about Jensen's supposed proficiency at hot oil massages.

In terms of the professional, Jensen starts off by basically repeating the general shit he always says about reciprocity and spontaneity being needed to really make a scene work beyond what's written on the page with another actor, just rephrasing it to include Misha. Hellers are crowing about him saying "the reason the story of Dean and Cass skewed to where it was" was from them having that kind of on set rapport. Which, as per usual? You'd only think that meant he was talking about D/C as a romance if you've rotted your brain away with bad meta to the point of believing "where [the story] was" was somewhere dictated by colors/ bacon/ pastry/ plaid/ whateverthefuck rather than what actually happened between the characters on screen. You know, where Cass was repeatedly stated to be and framed as an ally/ brother/ family/ friend when he hadn't fucked off somewhere being irrelevant to the brothers' story. Jensen then compliments Misha's performance in "the scene where he tells Dean goodbye" again. I do totally have to agree it was "an unbelievable performance" ... but not in the way he keeps trying to sell. Which if he's not doing that to try to avoid being called a homophobe again? Just increasingly makes me question that he knows what good acting looks like from the outside. (I do think it's interesting he describes his internal monologue as "don't ruin this for him" rather than something about actively participating to try and make the scene actually work for the characters and the story given how his answer started.) As for the personal compliment? After joking that personally Misha disgusts him, he talks about Misha having all kinds of weird outdoorsy/crafty hobbies with his kids, then makes the comment about Misha being one of the few people he'd call with a problem. My first uncharitable thought is, yeah, sure, in those cases where he caused the problem. But realistically, I've always been baffled how Jensen and Jared can possibly be friends with Misha and assumed he must have some kind of redeeming in-person positive attributes that outweigh ... basically his entire public persona. So again, they're friends who worked together on and off for a lot of years. Not even a hint of some super special exclusive BFF/true lurve relationship IRL, no non-hallucinated implications of D/C. In short, no new news.

Since hellers aren't misrepresenting specific words so much as ~*interpreting*~ and exaggerating significance, it's really not worth it to me to have to repeat listen to this blather as many times as a transcript takes without further incentive.

[echonvoid]

My version of the Poppy Playtime protagonist. They’re based on Aliens Ripley but if older. They couldn’t remember a whole bunch from the week or so around the Hour of Joy; they were attacked by Huggy and managed to make it right outside the front doors with the help of one of the other employees, who, valiantly (read *stupidly*) ran back inside to try to help. He never came back out. Anyway, Protag was found by paramedics, but the inside was empty of bodies by the time they got there. There was a shit load of blood, and after a brief scan by the cops, they just shut that shit down. They lost a couple cops and paramedics, but mostly used their instincts and ran. Like smart people who survive a horror movie.

So the protagonist ends up in a couple month long coma and comes out of it with a severed nerve that connects to their larynx. Now they haven’t been able to properly talk for 30 years (ignore my math, I’m still unsure how I fucked it up so bad)

I can’t decide if they’re late 50s or 60s. They’re farsighted, but their reading glasses have broke, so it’s really hard to see all the small faded text (which is why you can’t just read any ole file while playing)

They feel guilty bc they had been so proud to be a part of something with so much benefit and joy to kids, and now they’re finding out the actual *EVIL* that was happening to those with connection to the place. They feel guilty bc they feel like they should’ve known; *how could they have let this all happen right underneath their very nose*;etc. etc. they also have a burning hatred for the other managerial heads in the company (they themselves being head of toy production; their name is destroyed bc the prototype was enraged that one of the five main evils of the company got away or some shit like that)

It took them a while to figure out how to live and function without speech; and after a few years of slogging through a comphet (compulsory heteronormative) marriage, they finally went through a nasty divorce. Shortly after they figured out their own gender identity (or at least started the awkward process of) and their own sexuality.

Thirty years later (almost on the dot) they got the message and tape that cried for help from the factory and nearly shit themselves. Proto definitely assumed that the company had just shut down, cuz you know that the cops were paid to keep a building with almost 500 (or so) employees, that went missing and were presumably dead, under wraps from the public. They’re definitely super grateful they’ve been doing tumbling and martial arts classes, so they have been in incredible shape and can do all the crazy shit required to stay alive.

Edit: this is what I’m gonna call the Survivor AU cuz I realize that the game takes place in 2005 and not, like, 2025. And we apparently played hooky during the “hour of joy” in canon lore. Oh well

God this chapter fucked me up, in a good way. It was spooky as fuck, tense and terrifying; they’ve super upped the quality. But now I have just enough brain rot and characters to attach to to actually go through and draw up the design that’s been banging around in my head for ever.

[13eyond13]

This is from a while back buy I'm super curious, why do you hate Fahrenheit 451?

Hahaha. Oh Fahrenheit 451.

So I just read it for the first time this year. All I knew about it beforehand was that it was a highly praised classic, often taught to people in high school, and that it was a dystopian novel that involved bookburning. I thought that because of these things it was going to be like a 1984 book about how censoring literature for containing controversial material, regardless of the context/meaning/purpose of the story, is a dangerous thing to do. Something that is probably good to think about and continue to teach kids!

Instead what I got was some half-baked dystopian world that is very much just Ray Bradbury whining hysterically for several hundred pages about how TV is rotting everybody's brains. ESPECIALLY the brains of women/housewives, it seems. Society is burning books in the novel mostly just because they can't be assed to read anything anymore now that TV is here, so they make it highly punishable by law to read at all? And somehow erase all record of people ever reading for pleasure in less than a couple of generations (there are old people in the world who still like reading, so it must have been fairly recent - but I don't know, the worldbuilding really doesn't make a lot of sense and left much to be desired for me).

The scene that really cemented my hatred for this book is the one in which the protagonist (who very randomly has an epiphany that reading is actually GOOD because of an underage manic pixie dream girl neighbour who flirts with him) barges in on his wife trying to have a nice time watching TV with her housewife friends and rudely shuts the TV off and forces them to have awkward small talk with him instead. At some point one of the housewives mentions having C-sections when she gave birth because she was scared of being in immense pain (which somehow is supposed to help prove to the readers what godless lazy morons people have become since the invention of TV? As if C-sections aren't often medically necessary and also a painful major surgery). The protagonist then yells at his wife and all her friends, calling them monsters, then starts forcefully reading pretentious poetry to them. The whole time my jaw was on the floor and I was not on his side at all, like. OMG! Shut the hell up and let the ladies enjoy watching a show together and to have a C-section when they give birth if they want to, hahaha. It was like the cringiest r/iamverysmart thing I'd ever read...

THEN to top it all off there was an afterword by Ray Bradbury where he essentially blames minorities, POC, and women for being the enemies of "good aesthetics," which is apparently the main "censorship" he's concerned about in books:

I enjoyed the prose in the book and some of the more creepy off-the-wall parts of it, like The Mechanical Hound (a robot dog with 8 legs that runs around and euthanizes whatever its programmed to smell). But overall I thought it read like the temper tantrum of a conservative asshole man-child who doesn't bother recognizing his own privilege and who looks down his nose snobbishly at anyone who doesn't share his hobby of reading or his exact taste in literature. The argument the book was making didn't ring very true to me, and the dystopian future it presented didn't make a lot of sense to me, so the fact that this is STILL considered one of the best books of all time really annoyed me and threw me for a loop. 😅

[bonesandthebees]

Damnit, Bee, I was going to write tonight and now I have brain rot. A few notes:

We have not seen Niki or Quackity and oh boy both of them are going through it. They are not taking this well, they will not be taking Wilbur’s eventual betrayal well will they. Also, your descriptions of grieve are spot on. Poor kids man. I’m excited to see how their relationships will shift now that Wilbur is back.

[His son was gone. He could be injured, captive, or dead. And here Sam was, asking about fucking berries.] this man has no fucking tact. At least we got to see Quackity saving Niki. Or like helping her, but I’m waiting for Sam to either fall sick or get assassinated. I need this baffoon dead. (Of course after the alliances are set and such.

[Although it did nothing to help, Phil had found himself pouring over the map anytime he had a free moment. His fingers would trace the lines, imagining if his son had seen that creek, or that meadow, or that cliff face.] Oh, he’s seen that cliff face alright. Fell down it even. Broke his leg. You’ll hear all about it.

Niki is going through it. She is so going through it and she is so angry and I’m here for it. Just don’t do anything stupid girl. Let Phil take care of it, he will murder the man.

Also, [“Because Quackity would never agree to a plan that would harm Wilbur.”] true, Niki, true, but have you considered that Wilbur was a last minute addition, aka if he had been added sooner this would be true, but he was not. At least this eliminates Niki from being complicit (unless she’s a really good liar, which no that girl is devastated at losing her best friend.)

Gotta love Techno eavesdropping and Phil knowing it based on like 2 clues.

I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU GAVE THEM EVEN. MORE TRAUMA. MOSTLY TOMMY, BUT STILL. YOU JUST HAD TO FUCK UL WILBUR’S LEG MORE, DIDN’T YOU?

You DID NOT make my boy flinch away from his father, how dare you.

I knew the contrast between Wilbur reuniting with his father and Tomys welcome was going to be heart wrenching but damn.

[“Your father will be glad to hear you’re alright. He was saying what a waste it would’ve been-”] 1 can someone please murder Tomys parents. 2. I don’t know if I liked Puffy before, but I definitely don’t like her now.

Phil’s in a carriage doing the hair hand thing again. With his boy. The PARALLELS!!! THAT’S BASICALLY THROUGH FIRST THING HE DOES!!! (Also, this man is so selfish because he wants it to be just him and Puffy. He’s right about the business, but also, positive of your son much? Mama bear instincts have activated.)

-🌲

hi spruce :) this ask is from last week but I hope you were able to get some writing done later

one of the reasons i was excited to write this chapter was getting to write how niki and quackity are doing. neither of them have been handling things very well. they both care deeply about wilbur and well, for the past week they were convinced he was probably dead. these two are going Through It.

it's definitely bad tact for sam to be trying to get everyone engaged in the lemonade berry discussion, but at the same time it has been a week. he's just trying to get some casual conversation going to try and keep peoples minds off of it, but he's doing a very bad job of it.

niki is going through it!! you can also see in this chapter that without wilbur around, she starts making her own more active choices in trying to find out what's really going on. usually she relies on wilbur to keep her informed of things while she stays out of it to maintain her public image, but without him she approaches phil directly because she's furious and wants something done. luckily for her, phil is the man who gets things done.

techno standing behind the door the entire time while phil and niki are talking: 🧍

like yeah he was eavesdropping but also techno is just awkward. he probably wouldn't have even known how to reveal himself and join the convo. i love him.

ok well wilbur's leg didn't ACTUALLY get fucked up even worse. like, it's still fucked up, but it's not really any worse than it was before. he just got his legs pulled out from under him and it hurt like a bitch. but uh yeah... more trauma yay!

he flinched :((

yeahhhh tommy's parents in this are... yikes

YEAH HE'S DOING THE HAIR THING HE'S TRYING TO CALM DOWN HIS KID AND LET HIM KNOW HE'S SAFE AGAIN AAA

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

You know I love you boy, in every single way

I finally got around to editing this after a month of letting it rot in my drafts. this was actually going to be a scene in Hey Mom, Dead Mom, but got cut out, so keep in mind that this takes place during the second chapter. the title is from the song 'I don't need your love' because for some reason my brain will only let me name things after songs in this series. bonus points if you know why this ends the way it does. cross posted to ao3

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To: Jay

From: Cole

Hi, Jay. I know that you’re supposed to start a letter with ‘dear,’ but I think that you already know how much you matter to me. At least, I hope you do. I’m sorry if I didn’t show it enough. I’m writing this letter to tell you that I’m running away going away for a while. I know that I was a terrible friend to you, and my grief was no excuse for ignoring you, so I understand if you don’t want to read this. I also understand if you don’t ever want to think of me again and want to shred this paper into tiny pieces. That’s what I would do in your position.

Our last meeting was awkward, I think. I left without saying goodbye and I’m sorry for that. I don’t even know why I did that. I don’t know why I do a lot of things. It was nice, being able to hang out with you again. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. It was the happiest I’d felt in a while when we were together.

I don’t know exactly why I kept ignoring you for so long. You were my best friend and one of the only people who cared about me. You were also one of the only good things in my life. I think I kind of shut down after my mom’s death. Nothing seemed worth doing anymore, not when she was gone. She still is gone, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be functional again. Does that make sense?

I’m rambling now. You were always the chatty one out of the two of us, and I liked it that way. You helped comfort me with a lot of things when my dad was being harsh or when the kids at my school were being jerks. I’m not sure if I was good at comforting you, though. I’m not good with emotions. Or being a good friend. You were my first friend, really. I should have done more to show how much I care.

I can’t fit all that I want to say in this letter. There’s just too much, but I think it boils down to a few things: one, I’m sorry for how I was after my mom died. You didn’t deserve that. Two, you were the best friend I ever had and I’m so incredibly grateful for you. I hope that you can find someone as amazing as you to be your friend. I never deserved you in the first place. Three, you are an incredible person and I love you so much, as sappy as it is.

I can’t tell you where I’m going away to, because even I don’t know. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you. It’s nothing personal, just plausible deniability and all that if I end up a missing persons case. Though I doubt I will. I’m not putting a date on this for the same reasons.

My letter writing skills are a bit lacking, so I’m not sure how to end this. Just know that you’re an amazing person, I care about you so so much, and I’m sorry for everything.

So this is goodbye. 

All my love,

Cole

[real-godzekiel]

spooper headcanons?

Lots of SJSM fans consider them as sweet little guy. I think they are not. This kid is goddarn mischievious, absolutely wicked. /hyp and /j of course, but I think their act of standing in front of doors is done out of spite rather than childish ignorance. Imagine it as the classmate you had when you were young that intentionally created inconveniences and blocked people's paths because they were angry. Spooper's kind of like that. I went with this because there is no reason why they have to stand directly in front of the door like that. Not for attention. Even if a fly danced around in the corner of a corridor in Spooky's, it would be noticeable because it's a haunted mansion and being in a haunted mansion makes you aware of everything. Instead, they want to either be proven how much you hate them, because of course you do, or be shown a glint of politeness and tolerance and not be violently hit by an axe. As much as they want to irritate you, if the game allowed and you decided to sit down and try to talk to them nicely, they would leave. It's just that something like this have only ever happened 3-4 times in the mansion. Poor Spooper.

Now for a short one after that bulk of paragraph: Non-verbal Spooper is cool.

Was neglected from sufficient care during their last few years of life battling terminal illness. Spooper's parents liked, but never really bothered all that much about what they wanted or who they were as a person. They accepted their fidgety behaviours and awkward personality, but did not encourage them further to love themselves as they are. Children are good as happy healthy normal additions to the family and bloodline continuers, but replaceable once they're too hard to handle. That's what happened with Spooper after brain cancer treatment. They once overheard their parents comparing them to a parasite sucking the family income dry, but that's not what upset them. They thought they loved them, would do anything to be with them. Apparently it's easy to dislude both your child and yourself that you gave a shit about them. "Apparently it's easy to dislude me and yourself that you gave a shit about me. As soon as I start getting in your way, you'll despise me." Something like that. Just want everybody to know that I did NOT have any idea about their backstory before writing this post. Spooper was just silly creepy little trickster ghost kid to me. Truly demonstrates how a interesting analysis/interpretation of a character's trivial gesture can rot my brain.

Didn't get out that much even back when they were healthy, so Spooper, now living freely in the mansion, loves running around everywhere when there are no visitors nearby. Recently realized that many of the residents here are pleasant to them. They are happy now. :)

Suffers some memory loss. Can't remember much about people who they once known, except people liked them until they found an excuse not to. They do not remember their ex-friend Spooky or how her death left them with barely any confidants in middle school. Spooky remembers them though, and tries not to think about that. It's so fucking awkward when the bitter spirit you enrolled in your ghost army for their environment-controlling and biologically-mutating abilities turned out to be your childhood friend.

Spooper likes cheese.

[gracingtodd]

hello people of tumblr. it is i, gracingtodd and im here to grace you all with my presence/j

- you can call me nat !!

- she/they demigirl aroace

- uhh i probably have social anxiety

- most likely have ADD, can’t get a proper diagnosis bc it costs a shit ton of money and my parents think it’s “just a phase” lmao so my interests will definitely shift a LOT

- my current interests are: kpop, specifically: enhypen, stray kids, seventeen, ateez, and currently getting into itzy, nmixx and xdinary heroes

- bias list: ni-ki, sunghoon, lee know, hyunjin, i.n, jun, vernon, minghao, mingi, and seonghwa :D

- i am so mentally ill about the marauders era, GENSHIN OH MY GOD, the riordanverse, ESPECIALLY mcga, orv, and haikyuu update: im also really big into aftg now woo!!! double update: helluva boss is now stuck in my brain so that too!! TRIPLE UPDATE: batfam has been rotting my brain for a while but specifically a certain jason todd…

- i also really like reading and (if i had the motivation to) writing

- very much into greek and norse mythology along with some japanese myths

- uhhh probably some other stuff but i forgot

that’s about it, i would like to meet some new people to gush about my interests with so just msg me. im not scary, i swear. i am however extremely awkward so sorry abt that. (also i should probably change the picture in this post since i dont identify as lesbian any more but like LOOK AT THE SILLY LESBIAN CAT)

[thistidalwave]

questions for fic writers

wow just noticed @softbrah tagged me in this....how fun! let's go!

How many works do you have on ao3?

120! that's since 2011.

What’s your total ao3 word count?

1,222,928. dear god.

What fandoms do you write for?

currently we deep in the k-pop trenches, collecting lil blorbos with compelling narratives and dynamics to smack together like dolls. specifically i've been writing for Seventeen lately, and previously for TXT and BTS, and because i am me, i write niche inter-band shit and collected a couple soloists to throw in for seasoning.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Addicted (to loving you) (Teen Wolf scott/stiles. no, idk either. please don't read it.)

pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks (checkpls bitty/jack/kent. pure fluff no substance the people love it)

love doesn't come in boxes (checkpls bitty/jack)

something good and right and real (hockey rpf benn/seguin, cowritten with @aperfect20)

drop everything now (hockey rpf bgally/agally, cowritten with @aperfect20. listen. these hockey fics are of their time and now they'll never leave the first page sorted by kudos.)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes, all the time! it takes negligible time and brain power for me, and i like to let people know how much i appreciated hearing their thoughts, even when it was just a thank you and then we're in a lil awkward thanking circle.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ok, i think it just has to be a tie between "only time is ours" and "34 Days", which are check please kent/jack fics about the same pre-canon break-up events, the first from jack's pov and the second from kent's (tho iirc they have different interpretations of events beyond the pov switch, too). they are inherently angsty bc absolutely nothing is good at the end of them.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

this is so hard to decide, bc i primarily write romcoms and by the end of them if your teeth aren't rotting i did it wrong. i will give a shoutout to "doesn't matter what we do", a bts jimin/j-hope that is all about just Letting Urself Be Soulmates and then grossing out ur bandmates about it.

Do you get hate on fics?

no, thank god.

Do you write smut?

yes i have been known to write filth. sometimes the romcom plot calls for it. i'm horrible at pwp bc i'm always giving it plot, but u kno, sometimes the spirit moves me and i manage it.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

crossovers of fandoms that have nothing to do with each other actually kind of squick me - i'm talking crossovers where characters who have never and will never meet are there for no reason (think superwholock tbh, tho i was uncharacteristically a lil into that at the time), not fusions or big universes with diff shows or whatever. it's just not for me!

but in terms of things where it's less drastic (crossing over bands in k-pop, for example) i am all over that, bc there's interesting stuff from real life there! my craziest example atm is a baekho/jun fic, and like, it's not that crazy!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, it's always so awesome that someone wants to take the time to do that.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yessssss, my favourite way to create fic.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

this is an extremely insensitive thing to ask a ship whore like me. there are some ships that REALLY set my brain on fire over the years, though. check pls kent/jack drives me insane to this day. harry styles/nick grimshaw was So compelling. 2012 oilers "kid line" (nugent-hopkins/hall/eberle) went off.

often fandom really makes these ships worth it to talk about and inspires me to contribute. i am often very compelled by one character in particular and just ship them with everyone possible so i can examine all their sides.

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

hmmmm if i WANT to finish it, i probably will. there are things that i ended up abandoning, though. one of those i'm still kinda sad about was a dylan/mitch/auston sequel to my connor/rystro.

What are your writing strengths?

i write realistic dialogue and i'm great at characterization (shoutout to the mean comment i got circa 2010 telling me to get good at characterization. i did. thanks.) my voice has always been strong, too.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i sometimes slack on depicting the interior emotions of characters. i'm not great with setting or exposition because the brand of fanfic i tend to write isn't a great place to practice those skills. i try to find places to do it, though!

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

it's the norm in k-pop fandom to drop in localization things like honorifics, and i like it because it can communicate relationships between the characters and so that it's not SO divorced from the context the idols actually live in. this is such a weirdly specific question, idk what else to say about it lmao

First fandom you wrote for?

twilight. bless her.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

choosing between my children? ok. at the moment i'm quite fond of too real to call it magic, a contemporary fantasy au where the main character is stuck in a dream. i felt really good about what i did with the themes and setting of the source material (a mv, so you're only 3mins and a quick google of the main characters' names away from reading this fic!) and the way i developed the relationship. it's underrated af bc it's a niche pairing.

i will tag @aperfect20 since i already tagged her in the text of the post. no pressure tho.

[iamthecomet]

I have started the Copia babysitting ficlet and he is gonna be the best grandpa ever.

I don't even like kids but just something about Mary with kids has given me total brain rot and it's all I can think about this week. I hope that someone reads it and draws something of it because I can't draw but need to see it and I'm too awkward to ask someone to do it.

I always say that I will not write smut but I will read it because its most of what I can find, but I mean I get to read about the ghouls and Copia so I'm not gonna complain about it.

🕸

Until I got into this fandom I had honestly only written a handful of smutty things, and only my best friend had ever read them. And then I got ghost brain rot and read a bunch of smut and now here I am. I don't know what happened. I do think there is a lack of non-smutty things to read, we're all just so fucking horny. But I appreciate how much thought a lot of the community puts into their porn. There is some immaculate characterization happening in this fandom and I love it. I don't like kids either, but the idea of Copia with grandkids is adorable to me. So yeah, I get that. It's such a sweet idea, I'm so glad you're working on it.

[fandomohana]

Vent under the break.

I don't know what I'm doing. I haven't for a long ass time, but now, it's basically on steroids.

I don't know how to interact with people, and I don't mean in the, they're so cute and awkward, I just love them. No, it's the ugly, giant gremlin stomping through town, intimidating everyone, not knowing how to interact.

I don't belong anywhere, with anyone, I have no niche to call home. All I'm doing is pretending, until people figure it out, and dump me.

I'm second guessing literally everything I think, say, suggest. I don't know how to help anyone anymore. My instincts are gone, replaced by gasping anxiety.

I'm so damn empty, I don't know how to consider refilling myself. Nothing I do really brings joy, I do things methodically to keep this flesh prison on its feet. It's not really for fun, it's from a sense of, I must finish this, I must do that.

I need fresh air, thunderstorms, open windows, clean house, I need to breathe, and I don't know how.

All I want to do is isolate, because I just can't do it. I don't know how to help, I don't know how to ask for help, I don't know what will help.

I'm analyzing everything too much, I'm stressed, depressed, I get stomach aches every single day...at night they get even worse. I'm exhausted all the time, I'm doing struggle meals, so I'm obviously always gaining weight. My brain feels like it's on fire, and everyone is just screaming.

I turn 34 next month. I am the exact same person I was when I turned 33...except I've lost control of what little I did have control over. I haven't changed in years. I had so many dreams, and bit by bit, they've all died. My last dream is that when I die, I hope I'm found, and that I don't melt into the floor, rotting alone in my house, for years...that's it. That's what is left of the dreams that started as, and try to hold your laughter, an egyptologist, anthropologist, high school history teacher, married, five kids, living on a farm, and an added dream, being an author. I even had a backup plan, if I was financially able at 30, and no prospects of a marriage, I would artificially inseminate. Then, at 35 or so, if I still didn't have any prospects, adopt a child. Now let's all sit back and laugh, and laugh.

I don't know why I'm writing this, probably to just get it out like bile...ah well.

[gryphon1232]

Alexandre and the Monégasque Prince

Ok so the "Alexandre and Lance St. Moritz Winter Trip" brain rot is still hitting in full force, but I want to pause your regularly scheduled programming to yap about something else for a moment:

Alexandre and his friendship with the younger Prince of Monaco.

Alright context: I switch up the royal families in the DRS universe as needed¹, and part of that includes switching up the Monégasque royal family/the House of Grimaldi, or in DRS' case, the House of Canella. In DRS, the modern Monégasque royal family is headed by His Serene Highness Jaques II, the Prince of Monaco. He and his wife Princess Marguerite have 3 children, the Hereditary Prince Louis, Prince Ranier, and Princess Charlotte.

We're going to focus on Prince Ranier for today, or His Serene Highness Prince Ranier of Monaco, Count of Polignac. He was born around 1998 — he and Alexandre are the same age. Growing up the two actually sort of became friends! They attended the same schools, and because Alexandre's father was a very wealthy and internationally famous Monégasque athlete, the Lareaux family attended multiple royal events. TL;DR, the two actually became friends, after all they were both children of internationally famous people, it was sort-of hard for both of them to make friends.

I love their dynamic so much because like. Alexandre never had siblings, so the closest he ever got growing up was other Grid-Kids, but they came and went. His next best thing was quite literally a Prince, which sounds like a jackpot, but honestly it was more of an awkward friendship of convenience for a long time. It was like a school friend who you didn't really know — they didn't talk outside of events they were both at, after all how do you ask a Prince to hang out? Besides, Alexandre was too busy with karting.

It wasn't until Alexandre went to a French boarding school that they actually started to get to know each other better? Basically, Alexandre started talking to him about how being in boarding school and away from his father and the attention was kind of nice, and then like a week later Ranier kind of just appeared (after convincing his father to let him attend) and the two got closer because they began to actually hang out and bond over like. Both being stuck in the public eye through no fault of their own and Father Issues™.

So like. Picture if you will: A younger, shyer teenage Alexandre who's flighty because he's used to his friends being either his competition on track, or disappearing after a few seasons. He's also an absolute habitual people pleaser because of his father. He's filled with all of this determination and drive and fear of failure because of his father, and he's always slightly distracted because his head's stuck in the cockpit.

Now contrast that with a young Prince who's never really had a friend who can even somewhat understand what he's dealing with until Alexandre. He's loud, and he's charismatic, and he's defiant. Annoyed by his position, the second son with no responsibilities or role besides being the backup, sidled with a hundred rules for what he can and cannot do.

Alexandre keeping Ranier somewhat grounded and out of trouble, Ranier helping to drag Alexandre out of his shy and quiet shell and teach him to enjoy things other than racing. Both of them being a steadfast friend for the other, both of them being the person the other one can vent to, being the person who'll be able to understand.

Ranier attending Alexandre's karting races (much to the annoyance of his security), and Alexandre attending royal events as Ranier's plus one to keep him from dying of boredom. They become a bit of a quartet with Princess Charlotte, and Vincent, (Making the tabloids a few times throughout their time at the boarding school. Don't ask what happened at the Graduation Party.

Also, if we want a bit of angst, Nicholas being pissy and flipping out on Alexandre because( he's jealous that Alexandre is friends with a Prince) Alexandre is getting distracted from racing, and telling him he has no time to make friends.

They hang out less as they grew up, Alexandre is constantly busy with racing and Ranier with official duties, but they always make an effort to speak when possible, or if the other ever needs an ear, and they make it a point to hang out at least once every year during the F1 Summer Break.

OK it turns out I have a lot more thoughts on them than I thought, If you got to the end of my rambling, then you are dedicated and I salute you. Have a cookie 🍪!

1: (Britain still has a queen (and a gay prince!), the Danish royal family is also different (They also have a gay prince! The two princes are married!))

[cosmicv7]

Happy 14th Anniversary, My Little Pony!

When you write one of these for like three years straight, you kind of run out of things to say. But one thing I can say as many times as possible is that this show was a big thing for Gen Z, (mainly referring to G4.) I am positive that this show taught a lot of people about friendship, teaching valuable lessons about life, and I can say for certain, even though I said this in my last two anniversary posts, this show helped me become who I am today, for without it, I would be so different. I’ve learnt empathy, compassion, loyalty, generosity, the importance of empathy, the power of kindness all through this show. It’s cheesy I know, buts it’s my truth.

Now that G4 is over and G5 started its era, it has pretty big shoes to fill. I hope G5 can help the new generation of people (Gen alpha) on how to be a good person, like how G4 did for us. I hope G5 has just as much of an influential affect on Gen alphas, and with the amount of brain rot and interesting forms of entertainment they currently have, I’d argue that it’d be a great change.

Thank you, My Little Pony. You’ve left a mark on a generation that other shows can’t really replicate, and despite being a show designed for little childrien, you sure took advantage of it in the best way, and managed to teach a lot of socially awkward kids, such as myself, how to feel a bit better about yourself.