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[shadow0-1]

A pawn in a more powerful man's game

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And it was hard, but you were brave, you are splendid And we will never be alone in this world No matter what they say We're going to be okay We were safe inside And our new son cried

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[thehereticdiaries]

Into the Wonderland: Chapter Five

Summary: You're getting some assignments done ahead of time since your heat is swiftly approaching. Marcus tries to make another move, resulting in a fight between him and Hongjoong.

Warnings (IMPORTANT!): Violence!! Descriptions of injuries, Hongjoong loses his shit, campus security and emts are so tired, hospital, slight description of medical procedure (staples), lots of tears, lots of anger, lots of panic

Hey team we're going out of order this time bc I've been planning this chapter for WEEKS and I need to post it immediately or I'm gonna start eating drywall. Pack Mentality is coming soon, I promise! Also this bitch is LONG (10 pages sheesh)

“Korean dialogue” / “English dialogue”

Your nightmares didn’t completely disappear, but they were much less frequent. Having a pack member with you helped you calm down and fall back asleep when you did have one, improving your sleep schedule significantly. Hongjoong still kept a watchful eye on you even if he wasn't the one spending the night with you.

With your heat now only a week away, you completely forgot about Marcus in your rush to turn in assignments ahead of their due dates. You’d have less to worry about when you came back to class that way. You were staying late in the computer lab for the third night in a row, but you needed access to a program you couldn’t download on your laptop. You quietly cheered to yourself after you finally submitted the assignment, leaving only one more easy discussion board post to finish. 

“Oh, shit,” you cursed under your breath when you realized the time. You were supposed to meet Seonghwa and Hongjoong fifteen minutes ago. You hastily shoved your class materials in your backpack, locking the door behind you with a key from your professor. Rough hands ripped your backpack from your shoulders, knocking you off balance. An all-to-familiar scent filled you with panic.

“You made a big fucking mistake, Y/N,” Marcus growled next to your ear. Before you could react, his hand wrapped around your throat to slam you against the wall. The back of your head collided with the sheet rock, blurring your vision and sending a sharp pain through your skull. Your classmate slowly came into focus.

“You think flaunting that shitty little pack bond is gonna keep me from taking you for myself?” He was deranged, pupils blown wide and spit dripping down his chin. 

“Marcus, please stop,” you pushed weakly against his wrist, tears stinging the back of your eyes.

“No! I know you want me! You are mine, omega, and I’ll make sure you forget all about that fucking pack.” His face turned red with the effort of keeping his voice down. He refused to be interrupted again. Your chest heaved, tears now streaming down your cheeks. Your mind was fuzzy from the pain. You couldn’t think straight. All of your thoughts turned to one person, so with every ounce of your strength you clasped both hands over your mating gland and you screamed.

“Hongjoong!”

The lobby of the computer science building was lined with large windows and plush armchairs. Seonghwa relaxed into the leather, scrolling on his phone while he and Hongjoong waited for you to finish in the lab. 

“Sit down, she’ll be out soon.” Seonghwa repeated for the fourth time in the last ten minutes. Hongjoong paced in front of the omega, eyes glued to the door labelled ‘Students and Staff Members ONLY’. 

“She’s late, Seonghwa. She’s never late, not without sending a text.” His fingers flexed by his sides, every nerve in his body on edge. He learned a long time ago to never ignore his instincts. “Something’s wrong.”

“You’re being paranoid,” the elder sighed, sparing the alpha a brief glance. Hongjoong glared at the door, the knot of dread in his stomach growing larger by the second.

“Fuck it,” the alpha stormed through the door, ignoring Seonghwa’s protests. The hallway split into two, forcing Hongjoong to stop. 

“What is wrong with you?!” Seonghwa dug his fingers into the younger man’s shoulder.

“What room did Y/N say she was in?” His eyes flicked from one hall to the other, then to the placard on the wall pointing to different room numbers. 

“I don’t –”

“Hongjoong!” His head snapped to the left, sprinting towards your voice with Seonghwa hot on his heels. Marcus slammed you into the wall again right as you came into view. He couldn’t hold back the growl that ripped from his throat, vision glazing over with red.

“Get the fuck away from her!” With his protective instincts on overdrive, Hongjoong didn’t even feel the sting of his knuckles connecting with Marcus’s cheekbone, knocking him to the floor. Hongjoong sat on his chest, locking his arms to his sides. 

“Were we not fucking obvious enough for you, asshole?” Another hit landed on Marcus’s nose, blood pouring from his nostrils. Hongjoong grinned sadistically at the crunch of cartilage under his fist.

“You couldn’t figure it out by our scents, our clothes, my bite on her neck? Let me spell it out for you.” His hand engulfed Marcus’s forehead, yanking him up just to shove his head into the tile floor, the sound echoing down the empty hallway. 

“She’s fucking taken.”

You collapsed to the floor once Marcus let you go, pulling your knees to your chest. Seonghwa dropped to your side, holding your face in both of his hands. You blinked slowly in an attempt to focus on him.

“Y/N? Baby, can you hear me?” His worried voice pushed past the fog surrounding your brain.

“Seonghwa?” You tipped forward, resting your forehead on the elder’s collarbone. Sobs wracked your body as you clung onto his shirt. He ran a hand through your hair to soothe you, but yanked it back at your yelp and the feeling of something warm and wet on his palm.

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa stared in horror at the blood covering his hand. Your blood. The pack alpha was blinded by rage, still not satisfied with the damage done to Marcus’s face. 

“Hongjoong, please forget about him. He doesn’t matter, Y/N is hurt. Hongjoong listen to me, god dammit! Hongjoong! Alpha, please, she’s bleeding.” Seonghwa struggled to fight back the panic bubbling in his stomach, voice growing more desperate the longer he was ignored.

“Hwa ‘m tired,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Nononono, you can’t fall asleep.” He forced you to sit up, gently patting your cheek to bring your gaze back to him. Seonghwa’s eyes darted between you and Hongjoong. “Y/N, I know you’re tired and I know you’re scared, but I need you to do something for me.”

“Hmm?”

“I need you to get Hongjoong’s attention. Say his name, call him alpha, anything to get him to stop.” You looked over at your alpha, confused by the snarl marring his pretty face.

“Hongjoong?” You whimpered at the sharp sting in your head from slightly raising your voice. He froze, fist reared back to strike, his anger clashing with his need to comfort you.

“Yes! That’s it, omega. Keep going, sweet girl,” Seonghwa encouraged, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You took a shaky breath.

“Hongjoong. Alpha, please.” In an instant, your classmate was forgotten, left lying on the floor barely holding onto consciousness. He stole you from Seonghwa’s grasp to pull you onto his lap. 

“You’re okay. I’ve got you, alpha’s got you, it’s okay,” he rambled into the crown of your hair, wrapping you tightly in his arms and pressing you into his chest. Your nails dug into his bicep. 

“She’s hurt.” He muttered, eyes snapping over to Seonghwa, the omega’s earlier words finally sinking in. “You said she’s bleeding, where?”

“The back of her head.” Hongjoong gingerly moved your hair, blanching at the large gash. He frantically searched for something to stop the bleeding, coming up empty. Frustrated, he tore the sleeve from his sweater, folding it in half to hold against the wound. 

“Oh, my god!” An unknown voice shrieked from down the hall. Seonghwa tore his eyes from the man on the ground to see a woman with a hand clutched over her heart. “Oh my god, you assaulted those students!” 

“Ma’am, please,” Seonghwa jumped to his feet, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm. He took note of the staff badge hanging from the woman’s belt loop. “We need you to call the police. Or call campus security and have them contact the police. Security knows the situation between the two students. Please trust me.”

“O-okay,” she hesitantly agreed. “What are their names?” 

“Y/N L/N and Marcus, I don’t know his last name.” The staff member nodded, pulling out her phone and stepping further away from you. Seonghwa’s shoulders deflated. He sat next to you and Hongjoong, running his hand across your lower back. 

“I knew something was wrong,” Hongjoong glowered at his elder. Seonghwa turned a sharp eye to the alpha.

“We are not talking about that right now,” he hissed, voice dropping low in his throat. They stared each other down in a heated silence until movement to their side caught their attention.

“This isn’t done, asshole.” Marcus slurred, spitting out a tooth. He tried to sit up, but flopped onto his back with a groan.

“Shut the fuck up,” Seonghwa and Hongjoong said in unison, the former sounding more tired than angry.

“Security, the police, and EMS are all on their way. I can watch him if you’d like to take her to the lobby,” the staff member offered after returning from her phone call. 

“Thank you,” Seonghwa quickly bowed before trailing after you and Hongjoong. The alpha settled into one of the arm chairs with you in his lap, one hand still holding the sleeve to your head. You looked up at your fellow omega through the tears still clinging to your lashes.

“I don’t want to take an ambulance,” you sniffled, then winced again at the throbbing in the back of your skull. 

“Y/N–”

“I’ll go to the hospital, Hwa, but the sirens will be too loud and the lights will be too bright and, and,” you faltered at the lump growing in your throat. 

“Okay,” Seonghwa caved against your pleading, watery eyes. “I’ll call Yunho so he can come pick us up.” He moved a few feet away, growing impatient at the prolonged dial tone.

“Hey Seonghwa,” Mingi answered for Yunho.

“Where’s Yunho? I need him for something,” he avoided giving away any details. He really didn’t need three pissed off alphas on his hands.

“Uhh, I think he’s in the middle of a League match. Why, what’s up?” Seonghwa rolled his eyes. Of course the only pack member with a license was preoccupied with a video game, of all things.

“Well he needs to turn it off. He needs to come pick us up from Y/N’s campus,” he insisted with a huff.

“Why, Seonghwa? What happened?” Mingi demanded, now on edge from how vague his elder was being.

“Nothing happened.” He was immediately contradicted by your yelp and frantic apologies from Hongjoong. 

“Seonghwa.”

“Get the phone to Yunho, then I’ll tell you.” Mingi grumbled curses under his breath, annoyed by the negotiations. He ripped Yunho’s headphones off.

“Turn the game off, something happened to Y/N.” Any arguments from being interrupted mid-game died in Yunho’s throat. “You’re on speaker.”

“Yunho, you need to come pick us up from the computer science building on campus. Marcus attacked her. She’s bleeding and probably has a concussion,” Seonghwa quickly explained, pulling his phone away from his ear.

“He fucking what?!” Mingi shouted, loud enough that it drew Hongjoong’s attention from several feet away. 

“We’re on our way,” Yunho stated after stealing his phone back. 

“Please don’t bring the whole pack,” Seonghwa pleaded. “She doesn’t need to be crowded right now. Security is here, got to go.” He ended the call without waiting for an answer.

“Okay, what happened?” A very tired man with a “head of security” badge asked, looking between the three of you. Seonghwa stepped forward to recount the attack, seeing as you were fighting to stay awake and Hongjoong was still fuming. A female security guard approached you, keeping a bit of space to avoid agitation. 

“I have gauze, if you’d like to use it for her head instead of a sleeve,” she offered, extending a hand with a small stack of clean gauze. Hongjoong eyed the officer warily, but accepted the offer, dropping the bloody sleeve to the seat next to him. After a few minutes, red and blue flashing lights stung your eyes. You hid in Hongjoong’s neck with a groan. Two pairs of EMTs entered the lobby. The pair with a stretcher were led to Marcus, while the others walked up to examine you.

“She’s not taking an ambulance,” Hongjoong snapped before they even opened their mouths.

“She really–”

“We’re going to the hospital, but we’re using our car.” The EMTs shared a look, one of them sighing heavily.

“Alright. Can I at least check on the wound?” Hongjoong didn’t even try to hide his displeasure, curling his lip back to show his teeth. 

“Hongjoong, he’s just trying to do his job,” you vouched for the poor EMT. 

“Fine.” The EMT pulled on gloves and kneeled behind you while his partner left to help with Marcus after a voice from his radio asked for backup. 

“The bleeding has mostly stopped. It’s not too long, 6 or 7 centimeters from what I can see. They’ll probably staple it shut and check for a concussion at the hospital. Keep the gauze on it.” The EMT stood, grabbing his first aid bag and heading back to the ambulance, passing Mingi and Yunho on his way out. 

“What happened?” Yunho asked as the two of them stormed over to you. He kneeled in front of you while Mingi sat on the arm of the chair directly behind you.

“The officer said Y/N can wait until tomorrow to give her statement due to her injury.” Seonghwa returned from talking to security and a cop. “How did you get here so quickly?”

“He drove fucking fast. I’ve never seen him that reckless, I thought I was gonna puke,” Mingi replied. Yunho shrugged at the flat glare from the omega.

“I was leaving the computer lab and he snuck up on me. It’s kinda fuzzy after I hit my head.” You slowly lifted your head from Hongjoong’s neck, fighting back the dizziness. 

“Hey, don’t push yourself. Keep your head down if you’re not feeling well,” Yunho urged with a hand on your knee. 

“I wanted to see you both.” You twisted around to look up at Mingi. 

“Don’t move around like that, I’m trying to keep the cut covered.” Hongjoong turned you to face forward again. Mingi trailed his hand up your shoulders to rest on the back of your neck. 

“Did he–” All five of you looked at the door that slammed open. The EMTs rolled the stretcher out with Marcus handcuffed to the rail, spewing profanities. Your alphas glared at him. Yunho moved into a crouch with his back to you. Marcus faltered under their intimidating stature, clenching his jaw and averting his eyes to his lap. The three of them felt an animalistic sense of pride and satisfaction at the other alpha’s submission. 

“Serves him fucking right,” Mingi snickered at the blood and bruises covering your classmate’s face.

“He deserves worse,” Yunho clicked his tongue. He turned to you again once the stretcher was out the door. 

“I could have kept going, but she needed me. My omega’s health is more important than that shithead,” Hongjoong sneered. “Besides, killing him would have been too merciful. He can rot in prison.” The taller alphas hummed in agreement. 

“Let’s go, she needs to see a doctor,” Seonghwa ordered, herding the alphas up and out the door with you still in Hongjoong’s arms.

“Should one of us take her?” Mingi asked, pointing to the leader’s hands. “You’re bleeding, too. And your hands are shaking.”

“No.” His voice was strained, face and muscles still tense from the slew of emotions going through his mind. He and Mingi got in the backseat, sitting you between them. The car fell to a heavy silence, only interrupted whenever someone shook you awake. Hongjoong opened the door before Yunho even put the car in park.

“I’m going to call the others. I’ll be in soon. Please behave,” Seonghwa urged the alphas. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep them in check,” Yunho called over his shoulder. They walked through the sliding doors of the ER. You were whisked away in a wheelchair almost immediately for a CT scan. Hongjoong’s leg bounced impatiently while they sat in the waiting room. 

“Mr. Kim?” A nurse announced from the door leading to the patient rooms. He shot out of the chair, looking at her expectantly. “Oh, I’m sorry. Y/N is still being evaluated. You can’t see her yet. I’m bringing you back for your hands. She should be ready by the time you’re done.”

“Fine.”

Out by the car, Seonghwa called Jongho. He was the most reliable in terms of answering phone calls. Honestly, he was surprised that anyone picked up when he called Yunho. 

“I hope you’re calling to explain why Mingi and Yunho left the dorms looking pissed,” Jongho skipped the greeting to get right to the point.

“Yeah, is everyone there?” Seonghwa asked with a sigh, tired and fighting back a headache.

“We’re here, you’re on speaker,” San chimed in. The eldest launched into a hasty retelling of everything that happened in the past hour. 

“What the actual fuck is wrong with that guy?” Wooyoung swore once Seonghwa was finished. 

“Is there anything you need us to do?” Yeosang asked.

“Get a nest set up in the living room. I have a feeling she’s going to want all of us near her tonight,” Seonghwa requested. After confirming, they exchanged goodbyes so he could check on you.

No one was in the waiting room, spiking his anxiety. Another nurse spotted him from behind the front desk and led him to your room. You sat on the bed between Hongjoong’s legs, your back to his chest and his arms wrapped securely around your waist. The pack alpha’s hands were wrapped in bandages. Mingi and Yunho stood on either side of the bed. 

“Hey, the doctor’s coming in soon to go over their scan results,” Yunho informed him as he approached the bed, sitting on the edge on the same side as Mingi.

“What scans did they do?”

“CT and MRI for Y/N, x-ray for Hongjoong,” Yunho pointed between the two of you. 

“Y/N, baby, are you still awake?” Seonghwa squeezed your knee. Your eyes stayed closed, but you nodded and mumbled ‘mhm’. 

“Hello, I’m Dr. Lee,” a woman in navy scrubs walked in while reading something on a clipboard. “Hongjoong, you’re lucky you didn’t get any fractures in your hand. Keep the abrasions clean and you’ll be just fine.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hongjoong agreed through gritted teeth.

“Y/N has a minor concussion. As for the cut, I’ll need to put a few staples in so it heals properly.” Dr. Lee placed the clipboard on a counter, thanking the nurse that brought in the staple gun. She gently parted your hair and cleaned the excess blood from your skin. She warned you before she began putting in the staples. You winced at each staple, making the alphas tense up in order to stay calm. A muscle in Yunho’s jaw twitched and the other two stared daggers at the doctor.

“Okay, we’re done. I know it hurts, but you did wonderfully,” she reassured with a pat to your shoulder. Hongjoong suppressed a growl. “You’ll need to have them removed in two weeks. You can either come back here or go to your primary doctor. One of the nurses will stop by soon to go over your discharge paperwork and give a packet for care instructions.”

“Thank you,” Seonghwa nodded to the doctor before she left for her next patient. 

Finally, after forty-five minutes, you were back at the dorms. Hongjoong reluctantly let Seonghwa and Yeosang bring you to the latter’s room to help you change into your pajamas. As soon as you returned to the living room, which was covered with pillows and blankets, Hongjoong pulled you back into his lap. The betas took turns checking on you, giving you soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks. Everyone settled down around you, most going on their phones since it wasn’t even ten o’clock yet. You drifted off to sleep, safe and surrounded by your pack.

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Hi! This might be nasty, but um. What about vamp!reader eating Sevika out when she is on her period? Idk there is just something so intimate about it and the imagery or reader's face and Sevika's thighs covered in blood does something to me.

hehehehe nasty is my favorite ;) this is gonna be right after you first feed from sevika and you guys are still early in your relationship-- before you change her.

disclaimer! vamp reader is a black reader, and i'm white, so if there's any mistakes or missteps lmk and i'll fix it asap!

men and minors dni

you're going insane.

you've never been more turned on and hungry at once.

sevika came over about an hour ago-- unannounced and looking miserable, asking to just be held for a while while she waited for her headache to stop.

it wasn't until she was resting on top of you, your nails gently scratching up and down her back, her breathing evening out, that you realized why she had a headache in the first place.

you could smell it on her. the blood.

and now it's been an hour, and sevika's sleeping sweetly on top of you, and you're so horny and desperate to taste her you think you might pass out.

just when you're about to start shivering beneath your girlfriend from the desire coursing through your body, sevika groans and shifts from where she was drooling on your tits.

"mmm..." she hums. you gulp.

"sev?" you whisper, your voice cracking halfway through. she nuzzles against your throat.

"yeah?" she whispers. you sink your fingernails into her back and she stiffens in your hold.

"are you on your period?" you ask shakily. sevika groans and nods.

"it's kickin' my ass this month." she complains. "lost track of the days, i wasn't prepared."

you nod, staring at the ceiling with so much intensity you're surprised you don't burn a hole in the drywall.

"...why?" sevika asks right before she's about to fall asleep.

"i can smell it." you whimper. sevika freezes in your hold, and you speak again before you can stop yourself. "please lemme taste it." you whine.

a shiver rolls down her spine and sevika's head snaps up from your chest to stare at you.

"fuck." she growls. you gulp and lick your lips. "are you--"

"so fucking sure." you cut her off.

sevika scrambles up your body, and you groan when you realize she's planning on sitting your face. it takes her a second to get her legs free from her pants, but once she does you actually start tearing up a bit at how strong the scent of her combined arousal and blood is.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, i need you, sevika, hurry up." you cry, scratching at her thighs.

you nearly pass out when she shoves her boxers down and you catch a little string of blood stretch between the pad in her boxers and her cunt.

her inner thighs are smeared in blood in various stages of dryness, and her poor cunt is soaked and swollen, both from her menstruation and from her arousal.

you claw at her hips so hard you smell even more blood, and she laughs at your eagerness as she reaches up to clutch the headboard, staring down at you.

"maybe i should put a towel down?" she asks.

"don't need it." you promise. "i'm gonna lick up every drop, sev, just fuckin' sit on my face already."

sevika's abs twitch at your words, and instead of replying she just sinks down and shoves her cunt against your mouth.

you growl, your eyes rolling so far back in your head you see your brain as the delicious, tangy irony taste of sevika's blood and cum fills your mouth.

sevika squeaks, and you pull her puffy clit into your mouth, licking it over and over again while sevika jumps and moans and grinds into your mouth.

once her thighs start shaking, you sink your tongue into her cunt. both of you moan at the same time, and you start crying in relief as her blood starts dripping into your mouth, straight from the source.

your nose is pushing against her clit, and she's grinding the smell of her into your face and cheeks.

it's ecstasy. you're all warm and fuzzy from the feed-- so turned on you can hardly keep your eyes open-- covered in sevika's cum and her blood-- your two favorite things in the world.

you don't even mind that you can't breathe. you don't even realize that it's because sevika's cumming-- too high on her to notice. you just keep eating and eating, trying your very best to keep your fangs tucked away inside your lips.

you alternate between sucking her left labia up, then her right, then swirling your tongue around her clit until she moans before sinking your tonge back inside of her. it's not for her pleasure-- it's so you're sure you get every single fucking drop of her blood in your mouth.

"fuck fuck fuck--" sevika squeaks, and then she's squirting all over your face.

it drowns you a bit-- and you sputter before cumming in your pants from the sensation of her cum dripping down your cheeks and neck.

when you finally come to, sevika's panting heavily, staring down at you with stars in her eyes. you try to lean up and get your tongue on her again, but she pushes you down with a hand sunk into your hair.

"f-fuck." she says, grinning at you. you lick your lips, blinking up at her.

"more?" you beg. she laughs.

"you're a fucking mess." she says, grinning. you smile up at her.

"pretty?" you ask. she snorts.

"mmhmm. blood really pops on your pretty brown skin, babe." she says. you snort and bite her thigh, just letting your fangs graze her. she shivers.

"and your cum?"

"yeah, white looks good on you too." she says, giggling. you smile.

"come back here, i'm not done with you. actually-- how long do your periods usually last? call out until you're done-- i'm just gonna sleep between your legs with my tongue buried in your cunt." you say. sevika laughs again, shaking her head at you.

"we shoulda put a towel down." she says.

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[fakeusernamelol]

Sorry I'm obsessed with bad ending teen dad stancest--

When Ford leaves home for college he takes Stan with him, Stan thinks it's fine, it's not their boat but it's basically what he used to wants, they're out of jersey and they're okay. Fiddleford asks him what he wants out of life sometimes but that question's made him sick since he was twelve and realized he wasn't smart enough to be much more than a housewife for whatever man he ended up with. Instead he tells Fiddleford he's gonna be a pirate, because it makes him laugh. Then Ford wants to go to Gravity Falls, and Stan's back to being alone with him. By the time they're 27 he's stopped trying to keep his hair short, he makes for a piss poor Ma as far as hes concerned but the twins aren't old enough to get that yet. Bill gets mad at Ford so Ford gets mad at Stan, and Stan sleeps on the floor next to the kids' beds because Ford's better than their father, he won't lay a hand on him in front of the kids, and Stan uses it because hes a conniving coward with a distant look in his eyes that their own Ma used to have.

But then the portal, it drives Fiddleford insane, Fiddleford tells him Ford is dangerous, that he's going to kill them. And Stan didn't believe it until he spent a night barricading a door covered in height marks and crayon while Bill tried to claw his way in and then the next morning when he caught Ford crying in front of the TV, Ford punched him full in the face in front of the twins.

So it was so easy, hitting Ford back for once, shoving him just a little too far and letting the portal take him away, leave Stan with the house and the kids and a new name to inherit and the freedom to cut his hair and get himself the glasses he needed and call himself Stan instead of what Ford called him.

SORRY IF I RAMBLED TOO MUCH IM EATING YOUR DRYWALL I NEED MORE AU--

would that be a win-lost or a win-win?

PLEASE PLEASE DON'T APOLOGISE WHEN YOU ARE GIVING ME EXACTLY WHAT I WANT, I LOVE YOU AND OF COURSE I'M GIVING YOU MORE DEAR ANON you and me are now friends and i don't take no for answer 🤭🤭💖💖💖 Also what a good name for this au, im using it now 😘

(tw: Transphobia, Misogyny, Abuse, a lot of implied noncon yadda yadda you already know where's this going 🤷)

Stanley needed something to hold on to try to survive this new life, it's not exactly what he always dreamed but it's not bad, he has ford and that's all he has always needed, isn't it? He can get used to, come on he has always been seen this way he can get through it.

But when he met Fiddleford those thoughts were becoming harder to support again, a new person, new air and new perspective. Sure he wasn't going to tell him all those crazy thoughts he had because that would make ford mad but he can express a little of it, fidds wouldn't ever know that those jokes were actually his dreams but at least he can say them and think a bit of them every once and then to distract a bit from the real life. Maybe... Who knows,maybe one day Ford wouldn't be this harsh with him and he and their kids could still sail the world once he's done with college! Joke's on him, of course they were going to do what ford had in mind and he can't say anything, after all if he's not in the streets is thanks to him so,heh, could be worse. going to miss fidds anyway...

But well, not time for thinking about himself, they are already grown adults and since he's not getting a job the least he can do is be a good as possible mom for their already 10-year-old twins. Ever since they've been in Gravity Falls, Stan can swear that he's seen all kinds of strange creatures but Ford seems delighted with it and only times he doesn't talk to him in a rude tone is when he says something about them so, it's not that scarier as it was the first times. He doesn't quite understand what Ford is actually doing with that information, but after that he goes to the basement and warns him and the kids to stay away from this as possible, and he's going to obey for his own sake.

...At least as much as he can because things are becoming even weirder, he has seen Ford obsess over an investigation before, but this time he seemed to be going genuinely crazy, not all bad tho, at least fidds was back again and having a new face in the place was genuinely a good thing for him, sure he was here for working but anyway stan would try to sneak up on them like bringing them something to drink after a long day of work in the basement, Ford wasn't so harsh when Fiddleford was around so he wasn't so scared to do that and share a few words with a good friend not knowing that ford would make him pay for that later.

« what did I tell you about going down the basement, [ ] ? You have your things upstairs with the kids. »

It was fine, he deserved it. He has never said anything about Ford's abuse, because ever his teenhood he knows he deserves it, He only knows how to screw things. Maybe if he hadn't broken that stupid machine ford would change his mind but he had to fuck it. Yes, he sometimes still daydreams about a world where ford could accept him, a world where ford would hug him often and not hurt him again and maybe, a world where he calls him stanley for once... but time has passed and his hope has faded away, Now he just wishes that thoughts to leave his mind once for all.

Suddenly things get worse. «they could?» it seems to be.

Ok, sleeping in the kids room wasn't so bad, sure the floor was cold and he only had a blanket in order to not die of hypothermia but at least he had his kids near him and that was fine, ford wouldn't try to make something to him with them near. Now, seeing the eyes of that friend he always thought of like a kind of safe place full of fear and warning him of such an unthinkable danger for him what's indeed something he would never forget and fuck shouldn't do it. He thinks he knew what Ford was capable to do, sure he's angry with him ever since and his touch is not the gentlest, but stan didn't think he would go so far as to endanger himself, much less his children... Seems like everything he thinks is really just bullshit, he says to himself while using his body to lock the door of the kids room while hearing those strange creepy laughs and scratches from behind the door.

Ok so things are going to be dangerous now, but the next morning when he sees ford crying with his hands in his face and his legs on the floor he gets second thoughts, something was wrong with ford, he don't get what but maybe he could...

So you know, Stan has endured a lot of things ford has done: the words, the insults, the abuse, the punches, the constant contempt and more but punching him in front of their kids was enough.

For the first time ever since that night in the bathroom floor stan had enough of ford and didn't even think twice before giving him the punch he has always deserved it. Not punch, punches.

HE was angry, HE was tired, and not even the cries of his little children in the background had made him stop while Ford tried, like the coward he really was, to flee from him when he saw that this time his blows were not saving him.

Funny, stan thought, « I always protected ya' from Crampelter and his herd, no matter what. Ya' we're afraid of givin' them a good punch but what about me, sixer? Are ya' scared of me now? »

Stanley was stupid, but he was stronger, even if ford has always despised him for being born as a woman, HE was stronger than him and for once he wasn't scared of his rejection.

But.. sure he didn't expect what happened next. He has never seen what he and fidds were doing in the basement and now, he knew it even less.

He was angry but fuck he didn't mean that! Why does everything have to be so complicated towards Ford? Fuck!

...On the bright side, those 30 years will serve Stanley well to realize everything that his brother held him back from for years, guess who's the one being welcomed with a punch in the face here. 😗

So, you can say the bad ending au got a good ending? Lol 🙆

[stealingpotatoes]

The last episode of Ahsoka-

Literally- blow my mind- I had to stand up at least 3 times cause I was just so ???!!!!! !?!?!?!?!?!?!!??

Words can’t describe

The feeling that felt - xD

YEAH IM GONNA GO INSANE UNDER THE CUT ONE SECOND:

BITING THE FUCKING DRYWALL. BITING THE DRYWALL GNAWING CLAWING AND EATING IT. IM JUST. WHEN THE STAR WARS IS GOOD!! WHEN THE FANSERVICE ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE!!!! LIKE YES WE GOT TO SEE TCW ANAKIN AND TCW AHSOKA IN LIVE ACTION BUT IT ALSO ADDED TO THE STORY AND GAVE US CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT FOR AHSOKA AND SAID YEAH, THE FUN TONE OF CLONE WARS WAS BC THE CHARACTERS COULDN'T DEAL WITH IT ANY OTHER WAY. THEY WERE PEACEKEEPERS AND CHILD SOLDIERS WATCHING FRIENDS DIE ON THE DAILY AND IF THEY DIDNT JOKE THEN THE GRIEF WOULD TAKE OVER. AND THEY DONT SEE THAT IN THE MOMENT BUT ADULT AHSOKA REALISES HOW STRANGE IT IS

AND YEAH HAVING HER PLAYED BY A CHILD (also wow ariana greenblatt does such a good job i literally cant not imagine her when i think of babysoka now) RLLY DRIVES HOME HOW YOUNG SHE WAS. HOW FUCKED UP IT WAS. BUT ALSO WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES OF WAR ARE!! ALL THIS SAID WHILE FORCE SENSITIVE CHILD JACEN'S SO HEAVILY IN THIS EPISODE. AND W THE KANAN MENTION!!!! LIKE ITS POINTING OUT LOOK THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS IN WAR AND IF AHSOKA DOESN'T END THIS THEN JACEN WILL HAVE TO BE LIKE HER AND HIS FATHER AND I AM ONCE AGAIN BITING AT THE DRYWALL. IT DIDNT JUST GIVE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IT GRABS YOU BY THE FACE AND SAYS THE RETURN OF THE EMPIRE IS SERIOUS. WAR IS SERIOUS. ITS NOT THE CARTOON YOU GREW UP WITH.

AND ALL OF ANAKIN JUST GESTURES TO ALL OF THAT. HAYDEN SLAYED SERVED CUNT THROUGHOUT HE'S SUCH A GREAT ANAKIN NOW HE HAD SO MUCH RANGE TO THE CHARACTER AND THE FLICKERING ANIVADER AND RED LIGHTSABER. HE'S BOTH AT ONCE AND AHSOKA HAS TO ACCEPT THIS AND IM EATING DRYWALL AGAIN.

calming down for 2 seconds the cinematography was great this episode and the pacing was a definite improvement from ep1, which filoni also directed! this played into his directing strengths a lot better w the action and emotion. i won't lie i'm still not sold on the show as a whole i do think eps 1-3 were okay i guess, 4 was a step up and 5 is like. wow ok go girl. also the way they used anivader in this episode made me rlly sad for the kenobi show bc that show should've been smthn like this, using him as a vision for obi-wan's development instead of the villain of the show bc thats a tired fight but hey! this is abt ahsoka not kenobi i digress. SPEAKING OF loved how it was actually ABOUT the titular character for once. anyway. going insane. i don't have too much faith the show can keep this up but i'll be happy if it can reach smthn close to this as it goes on

[wyrm-clangen]

I am connecting the dots to make Shineivy’s death so angsty

This was on a patrol with Fierchasm who had just become a warrior at 15 moons which is later than most apprentices. She was also mentored by Riftstar

Shineivy likely had just recovered from birth that moon or maybe a moon before as her kits were 4-5 moons when she died.

Fiercechasm has the adventurous trait.

So here’s my idea- as likely one of her very first patrols post becoming a warrior Fiercechasm is sent on a patrol with Shineivy.

Likely Riftstar has to send out some patrols with Fogtail still heavily mourning rainstripe. Maybe he’s even hesitant to send Shineivy because she’s his mate and she just recovered from having kits but they don’t have the warriors to spare as likely pointed out by even Shineivy herself. So, for safety he has her sent with a warrior he knows he can trust to keep her safe- Fiercechasm.

It’s a simple patrol but precautions should be made especially in Leafbare. Still, Fierchasm is excited for her first patrol as a warrior. She’s not just an apprentice she’s equal to all the other warriors and can go any which way she desires.

When the weather starts picking up Shineivy points it out first but Fiercechasm, far too elated to be on this patrol as a warrior and feeling the urge to see explore more,insists they keep going.

Yet the storm picks up and the two are forced to hide in a cave for cover. The cave is then buried with snow leaving them trapped.

As they huddle together for warmth Shineivy may tell Fiercechasm to not fall asleep because she may not wake again if she does. And they both promise to keep the other awake. Yet, just for a moment Fiercechasm allows herself to close her eyes and she falls asleep

Eventually Fiercechasm would awaken shivering with snow coated on her fur but alive. Some snow had toppled down revealing a way out of the cave. When she notices Shineivy’s limp body she doesn’t worry at first and may even find it humorous, both promised not to fall asleep but both did. Something they can both laugh about when Shineivy wakes up

Yet Shineivy is not moving, and not breathing, Fierchasm tries to feel for a heart but finds nothing. Though she’s not a medicine cat so who knows. (She does. She does. But she’ll deny it as long as possible) she instead starts trying to drag Shineivy’s body out of the cave to get help. (If she doesn’t do it now will she get a chance to bury the body later…)

Likely Fiercechasm is intercepted by a patrol who is searching for her. With how harsh the storm was ,even Riftstar knew sending out warriors to search for his mate would be a death sentence but as soon as the storm clears warriors are sent out to find any signs of where they are..

And of course they find Fiercechasm struggling to drag Shineivy’s body with her and even without a medicine cat it is easy to tell that Shineivy is gone.

(This went on for longer then I thought lol. Hopefully my ramblings made some sort of sense)

OHHHHHHH MY GOD OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD- SOBBING SCREAMING THROWING UP

Fiercechasm's voice shaking from the cold while she tries to reassure Shine that they're almost home. Shineivy not responding, but that's- that's fine.

The idea of her thinking this would be such a funny story to tell when they got home- the two of them falling asleep in the cave despite their promise not to. Shineivy- bright eyed and snarky as always, would make some silly joke about how she'd earned a nap for putting up with a pebble-brained young warrior like her, and Fiercechasm would laugh because somehow the older molly's jokes always managed to make her feel warm inside- I'M PUNCHING WALLS.

WHO WAS ON THE SEARCH PATROL??? Like, I can't imagine Riftstar NOT going, but also Plum DEFINITELY volunteers-

NOW I'M IMAGINING RIFTSTAR'S FACE WHEN THE PATROL FOUND THEM, IM GONNA EAT DRYWALL AND SOB

[shotmrmiller]

yall. Y'know that one post that was like 'I was cooking food and my very pregnant neighbor knocked on my door holding a tiny plate and in a very quiet voice asked if she could have some of whatever I was making because it smelled so good'

Yes hello thats Gaz. Reader walks down the hall knowing where Gaz lives because yall have spoken before in passing and such, so you knock on his door and when he opens it with a radiant smile and a 'Hello, reader! How can i help you?' with a cute kiss the chef apron (dont tempt me, frodo) and reader is like 'I hate to seem a mooch but can I have a piece of whatever you're making??? I'm going to eat my drywall if I have to sit here and smell your cuisine without a taste.

He's smiling like an idiot because he's used to cooking for the boys but since he's at home, it's just him. And now you, obv.

Slapping one of his plates into your hand, covered in foil, he tells you to please let him know how it was and if there's anything you've been wanting but can't make for whatever reason, he's all ears.

Of course Gaz is a goddamn chef. Of course he's talented in the kitchen. Bet he'll wait for his girl to come home from a stressful day at work and dinner's about to be done and he's pouring you a glass of wine or a cuppa and tells you to just go sit and be pretty because he's gonna take care of you tonight and forever if you let him.

Bet Gaz sings Hozier while tearing it up in the kitchen. I'm melting if he sings me Angel of small death and codeine.

[lanymme]

hakuno/ai sakura is literally some of the most intense classic yuri ive ever seen and it's not even close.

the yearning... the gentle warmth... the tragedy... the delicacy... the bittersweetness heartbreak... feelings so powerful they can crush reality and change the future, self-sacrifice and kindness beyond reason. Caring for someone with your whole heart, even when your memories of them were taken away...

I can't believe they're hiding this in the second playthrough route of this game that never got re-released. CCC has some sins, but ohhhh my god it delivers where it counts.

I'm gonna go eat all the drywall in my house now. I can't fucking wait to see the conclusion of their story next week. I am aware of at least a few more bullets in the chamber coming up and I know there's gonna be even more I can't wait to receive them with my skull

[werecat1234]

Multiverse Madness Chapter Eighteen

Dust was on the couch scrolling through his phone, ketchup bottle in his other hand. Dinner had been fun, with Nightmare kinda pissed off and... almost embarrassed? They'd tried figuring out what happened, but Bill just started laughing and Nightmare just turned his skull off to the side with an 'i don't want to talk about it.'

Insanity of course, hadn't wanted to eat anything, the only thing he did was sip on the salsa and nacho cheese after Dust tested it and made sure it was safe, and even then that wasn't a lot but it was the best they'd get for now. After dinner, Killer went on a scouting mission with Nightmare before everyone went to sleep, and Dust was wondering if Killer had managed to find out what had happened that got Nightmare in the mood he was in yesterday. Speak of the devil, Dust looked up as he heard footsteps approaching, seeing Killer coming out of the hallway.

"morning, dusty!" Killer greeted cheerfully, jacket tied around his hips by the sleeves as he walked by, heading to the kitchen. 

". . . morning?" Dust replied, "you're in a good mood. i take it the scouting mission was fun?"

"yup!" Killer noddeed, opening the fridge and grabbing strawberry milk and a mug from a cabinet, "you want any?"

"nah, but thanks. think we're going out for insanity's room today?" Dust asked, surprised Killer was actually consuming something without Horror getting on his case for it.

"probably? i mean insanity was pretty messed up last night, distracting him might be good for him?" Killer shrugged, pouring the milk into the cup before putting it back in the fridge.

"yeah, maybe. wonder what all he'll find. we don't know... pretty much anything about his interests or anything." Dust said.

"yeah, it's like living with jason." Killer sighed.

"you still pissy he doesn't talk?" Dust questioned as Killer sipped on the milk.

"i mean kinda? i get it from the broken jaw and all, but even then... it's just hard to figure him out." Killer shrugged, "i'm a chatterbox, you said that, and cross can talk someone's metaphorical ear off when he wants to, but we're still playing charades with the guy. just hard to get to know him." 

"he'll come around eventually. we just gotta earn his trust." Dust said.

"yeah, but who knows how long that's gonna take... damn this singlehandedly defeated my mood." Killer muttered, and Dust snorted.

"at least you won't creep out horror. you and genuinely cheerful is a weird mix." Dust pointed out, and Killer snickered. 

"alright! this wall here can be taken out, maybe a nice doorway into the room, put some nice carpeting down, and i really think some drywall would do well here, along with some shiplap on the exterior if we didn't wanna add a fireplace, not to mention-"

Ink's chatter filled Blue's house in the morning, Ink in handyman gear as he stood by the stairs, facing the left wall. Dream was at the bottom of the stairs with Stretch, and Blue was in the kitchen heating up waffles. Murder was laying behind Dream on the couch, Dream having maneuvered out from under him early in the morning before he woke up, since he doubted Murder wouldn't be embarrassed when he woke up. Luckily for Dream, Murder slept in, but unfortunately, Dream has been having to deal with Ink playing house renovator.

"how long's he been like this?" Stretch asked.

"around an hour." Dream sighed. "he watched fixer upper last night and hasn't stopped."

Murder groaned a bit from the couch, waking up, and Dream heard him stumble a bit. Dream turned around to check on him, seeing him steadying himself by gripping the arm of the couch.

"you alright, buddy?" Stretch questioned as Dream asked, "are you ok?"

"yeah, just sat up too fast." Murder answered, letting go of the couch before heading up past them and the stairs, asking Ink, "you do realize you don't need to do this, right?"

"i definitely do! if you're gonna stay here, you're gonna need a room!" Ink responded.

"i could sleep in the shed?" Murder pointed out.

"nope! no teammate of mine is gonna sleep in a shed outside! so, you're getting a room and that's final!" Ink declared, and Murder sighed, pinching the bridge of his nasal cavity.

"you know you can't just wreck your friend's house, right?" Murder checked.

"he gave me permission, and 100% agrees with me!" Ink informed.

"what about stretch?" Murder asked.

"blue pays the mortgage." Stretch shrugged. 

"YUP! I HOLD THE POWER TO GIVE INK THE POWER TO MAKE SURE OUR FRIEND IS COMFORTABLE! OH! DREAM! YOU NEED A ROOM TOO, DREAM!" Blue called out from the kitchen.

"i'm ok with the cou-" Dream started.

"NONSENSE! YOU EITHER GET A NICE PLACE TO RELAX WITH GOOD VIBES, OR I'LL LET INK DRINK A BUNCH OF YELLOW PAINT AGAIN!" Blue grinned, and Dream shuddered.

"what?" Murder questioned.

"ink drank a bunch of yellow paint after i got hurt after a mission, and he was... unbearable." Dream sighed, grimacing at the memory.

"yikes..." Murder muttered, looking over Dream's shoulder at something for a moment before saying, "i'll be right back."

Murder walked out of the room, heading outside, and Dream hesitated for a moment before following him. Murder went to the back of the house, leaning against the building as he stood next to the trap door, Dream watching him from around a corner to make sure he wasn't smoking or drinking again. The drinking had stopped for the most part, thankfully, but Dream still worried about the smoking. Dream could hear him mumbling a bit to himself.

"no, pap, i'm not... i'm not doing this right now. we both know you aren't real." Murder muttered, and Dream focused on his emotions, seeing the same version of Papyrus that he saw last night.

'BUT BROTHER, I COULD BE REAL! YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE ALONE, SANS! I'M HERE FOR YOU!' The hallucination spoke. 

"but you're not, and you won't be." Murder replied.

'BUT I CAN! I CAN AND WILL, SANS! YOU CAN KILL MY BODY BUT YOU CAN'T KILL MY MIND! YOU NEVER EVEN TALK TO ME ANYMORE, AND SINCE YOU'VE STARTED-'

"because you're not him. we both know you're not. all you are is a representation of my guilt." Murder said.

'BUT I'M ALSO YOUR BROTHER.'

"my brother wouldn't want me to hurt others, and i think you know that." Murder glared, "my brother died years ago."

'IT'S FOR A NOBLE CAUSE, SANS! YOU KNOW IF YOU GET LV-!'

"no. i don't want to hear it. i'm done. i listened to you back in my timeline, but i'm done. i refuse to kill anyone. it won't happen." Murder said firmly.

'T H E N  Y O U  W I L L  N E V E R  B E  A B L E  T O  P R O T E C T  T H E M .  Y O U  C O U L D N ' T  E V E N  P R O T E C T  M E .'

Murder shuddered, and Dream heard screams starting to ring out in the area, looking around but he didn't sense any negativity from anyone besides Murder. Murder gripped at his skull, shaking and trembling as the screams grew louder, pulling his hood up to try blocking it out. Dream went to help him, but stopped as Murder reached into his pocket, grabbing an orange bottle and reaching inside, grabbing a green pill and putting it in his mouth, his bones rattling. Murder closed the bottle and put it back into his pocket, and sank down to the snow, holding his skull and trembling a bit, and Dream decided to approach him. Dream could taste the negativity, the taste of it sour and bitter and getting increasingly so, and it was burning his bones. 

"murder?" Dream called out softly, and Murder took a moment before looking over at him as he walked over, "are you ok?"

"i... uh... y-yeah, i'm fine..." Murder answered, looking away as Dream sat next to him, trying to ignore the screaming Dream could still hear, "my negativity give me away?"

". . . kind of... i was trying to make sure you weren't drinking or smoking, but umm... what was in that bottle?" Dream asked, and Murder tensed slightly.

"you uh... saw that?" Murder questioned, looking over at Dream as he nodded.

"yeah, i did... what was it?" Dream nodded.

Murder hesitated for a moment before sighing, "clozapine."

"what's that?" Dream asked.

"it's uh... schizophrenia medication; helps when i see things and with some other stuff... started it a bit ago, and you can't drink alcohol with it, so that was out the window... i was on other stuff before, but it stopped working as well." Murder explained, "i... used to talk to a hallucination of my brother, but uh... i stopped after a while, and the meds keep him and everything else quiet for the most part. the other stuff used to help a bit but it lost effect, so now i'm on this."

'AND THIS WILL FAIL TOO! YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME, SANS!'

"shut up..." Murder muttered.

'NO, I WON'T! WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME AGAIN, BROTHER?'

"i'm not. you're already dead." Murder looked in front of him, glaring at the hallucination. 

Dream went to speak, but the hallucination cut him off, 'I WILL BE IF YOU KEEP THIS UP. ALL I WANT IS TO HELP YOU! HOW CAN YOU EXPECT TO HELP YOUR 'TEAM' IF YOU AREN'T STRONG ENOUGH?'

"murder, you're more than strong enough, actually." Dream spoke up, and Murder's eyelights shot over to him.

"you can see him?" Murder asked.

"when i focus on your emotions, yes. i hear the screaming too..." Dream answered, and Murder sighed, looking down. 

'THE SCREAMING THAT WILL BECOME REAL AGAIN ONE DAY. YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THAT, BROTHER. YOU CAN'T FIGHT IT!'

"you can and are, murder. you aren't hurting anyone-" Dream said. 

'BUT YOURSELF.' 

"shut up!" Murder snapped at the hallucination, eyelights red and cyan from anger.

"wait, did you ever-" Dream asked, looking at him in concern and alarm, and Murder cut him off.

"no, not like that." Murder reassured. 

'YET.'

"ever." Murder glared. 

"what did he mean then?" Dream questioned.

"just... mentally. he thinks, if he can even do that, that if i don't get lv i won't be strong enough to do anything to help you guys." Murder responded.

"that's ridiculous. of course you help, murder." Dream reassured. 

"i know." Murder sighed. 

'NOT ENOUGH. NOT ENOUGH TO PROTECT THEM. YOU KNOW SOME DAY THEY'LL GET HURT BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO WEAK.'

"not gonna happen." Murder denied, pulling his knees to his chest and resting his forehead on them, done with listening to the hallucination.

"yeah, it won't. everything will be ok." Dream reassured. 

Murder didn't reply, the screams slowly quieting down, the hallucination fading. Dream held him close, wrapping an arm around him and gently pressing him against him, hoping his aura would help Murder like it had last night. After a few minutes, Murder spoke.

"can we uh... keep the clozapine between us? i don't want the others knowing i have to take it." Murder requested.

"why would them knowing be a bad thing? it's for your wellbeing, i don't think they'll mind." Dream replied.

"it's a... very strong medication. one of the strongest, actually. i don't want them knowing i'm that... broken." Murder explained. 

"you aren't broken, murder. you're traumatized, but not broken." Dream reassured him softly, gently rubbing a hand up and down his back, the foul taste and slight burning of negativity slowly lessening. 

"isn't that the same difference?" Murder asked.

"no, it isn't. you... you went through so much in your life, so much pain and sorrow, so much anger and grief.... you didn't deserve any of what happened to you, and i truly wish i could have helped you." Dream frowned.

"you look out for the entire multiverse, dream. don't dwell on me." Murder told him.

"i'm not. i dwell on every soul i can't help, but i still feel bad i wasn't there for you. you're my friend, and i wish i could have prevented your pain." Dream said, "i still want to ease it, though, if only a little."

". . . you already have." Murder responded, and Dream looked over at him, seeing his white eyelights looking at him past his hood, "you... you've shown me kindness and not held my actions against me. you've been looking out for me, and i truly do appreciate that. besides... you remind me of my brother. not the hallucination, but of him. the real papyrus... it's... honestly nice. blue reminds me of him too, but i still see him in you."

Dream didn't know what to say for a bit before settling on admitting, "i see my brother in you too. not what became of him, don't worry, but... in the past, before he became... you know... he was like you. shy but kind, liked reading, and he was smart, brave, stubborn, kinda grumpy but when he was cheered up his smile could light up a whole room.... i miss him too..."

Murder leaned against Dream after a moment, saying, smiling a bit, "guess we both remind each other of siblings we lost, huh?"

"yeah, it seems like it." Dream nodded, just staying there with him.

Dream's mind flashed back to him and Nightmare by the tree, leaning against the bark and enjoying each other's company. Nightmare always used to be reading a book or just relaxing, looking out over the village or up at the sky, and while Dream never read, mainly because he didn't and still doesn't know how, Dream still savored every second they shared under the tree. Sometimes Nightmare used to go on rants about characters or read the story out loud, or even just excitedly tell Dream about a book, and Dream always happily listened, offering input and keeping the conversation alive, making his brother happy. Dream missed those days so dearly, and knowing he would never get them back hurt, but at least he had friends to build new good memories with, and he would never forget who his brother was or the time they shared together. Murder's skull fell to rest on his shoulder before jerking up again, drawing Dream out of his memory as he looked at him in concern.

"are you alright?" Dream asked.

"yeah, sorry... one of the side effects is sleepiness." Murder explained. 

"oh.. do you need to sleep?" Dream questioned. 

"nah, i'm ok... thank you for... you know... everything." Murder thanked him.

"you don't have to thank me-" Dream started, but Murder cut him off.

"yes, i do. so thank you, dream." Murder said, and they both flinched as something crashed inside the house, Murder sighing, "we should head back in..."

"yeah, probably.." Dream sighed, reluctant, and Murder got up, keeping it slow before offering Dream his hand.

Dream accepted it, Murder pulling him up before they headed inside, seeing.... What did Ink do?!

"ink... why is there a hole in the wall?" Dream asked, trying to stay calm.

"INK'S MAKING A NEW ROOM!" Blue grinned. 

"is that murder and dream?! hey guys! murder, come check it out so far!!" Ink called out from upstairs, and Dream could sense how positive Ink was. 

Murder sighed, heading upstairs to Ink, and Dream followed him. There was a door mostly made into the wall, leading into a bedroom with purple carpet and light blue walls, an oak bedframe with a mattress with white sheets and pillows and a blue blanket on it. There was an oak night stand, two oak bookshelves, and one of the walls had a giant board on it with some red string and note cards in a box next to it.

"i know how much dusttales like these things, so here you go! your own conspiracy board! oh, and check this out!" Ink smiled, running from the wall over to the bed, grabbing his paintbrush and painting a window into existence behind the bed, "such a pretty view!"

"i... wow. this is actually pretty cool." Murder admitted.

"yeah! you can add posters or anything else you want here!! fun, right?!?!" Ink asked.

"yeah, thanks..." Murder replied, still a little surprised. 

"you're welcome!" Ink grinned.

"uh... ink? what's holding this up?" Dream asked.

"oh yeah... heh... currently just some wooden posts, but i'm actually making you a room down there, dream!" Ink replied, "your own spot to relax every now and then! you can't be on the move all the time!"

"i can and usually am, ink... speaking of i need to go- NO!" Dream yelled as Ink chugged a lot of yellow paint, Ink's eyelights turning into bright yellow stars as he vibrated with energy and positivity.

"uh... should i run?" Murder questioned. 

"probabLYYYYYYY-!! INK!!!" Dream yelped as Ink tackled him, clinging to him as he laughed gleefully from their spot on the purple carpet.

Ink wrapped his legs around Dream's waist and arms around his neck, his head burrowed forcefully under Dream's chin. Dream sighed, looking down at him as he clung almost painfully tight, giggling into Dream's neck. The positivity was amazing, don't get Dream wrong, but there was so much of it. 

"blue!!! ink drank the yellow paint again!!!" Dream yelled out.

"OH NO!! MURDER, RUN!!!" Blue exclaimed, audibly running out the door with Stretch. 

Murder went to get away, but Ink's skull snapped up to him, skittering towards him on all fours and tackling Murder, putting him in the same situation Dream was normally in.

"ink!! hey, get off!" Murder snapped before looking at Dream, "why the hell did he do this?!"

Dream shrugged, starting to work on getting Ink off of Murder, but he was clinging to him like glue.

"why won't this little parasite get off?" Murder asked, trying to pull him off, but all attempts were unsuccessful. 

"yellow paint makes ink insanely clingy..." Dream sighed

"why did he drink so much?!" Murder questioned.

"i don't know why..." Dream answered, clueless. 

"because then you don't have to go spread so much positivity if you get it from me!" Ink chirped.

"ink, that doesn't- that's not how that works... you're giving me a power up, sure, but-" Dream started, but Ink cut him off.

"then it's working!!!" Ink grinned, squeezing Murder even more.

"oof!-" Murder grunted, glaring at Ink, "too tight, you leech!"

"sorry not sorry!" Ink apologized insincerely. 

"ugh..." Murder groaned, his skull hitting the carpet hard in exasperation.

"hey ink?" Dream asked, grabbing Broomie from off of the floor, "i have your paintbrush..."

Ink's skull snapped towards Dream, jumping off of Murder and towards Dream as the guardian of positivity bolted down the stairs and out of the house. Dream was running as fast as he could, Ink running right behind him, and thankfully on two legs this time. Dream ran back and forth through the town, trying to tire Ink out, holding the paintbrush above his head so Ink couldn't reach it. Dream saw Murder, Stretch, and Blue watching them from in front of the house, Dream running past them before back towards them, hearing a yelp. Dream skidded to a stop a turned around, seeing Murder being clung to again.

"damnit, ink!!!!" Murder snapped, "why?!?!"

Ink just giggled loudly, clinging to him, and Murder sighed.

"DID HE FORGET YOU HAVE BROOMIE?" Blue asked.

"SOMEONE HAS BROOMIE?!" Ink yelped.

"yup..." Dream sighed. 

"WHO?!" Ink asked, looking at him and seeing Broomie, once again lunging off of Murder, chasing Dream again.

Eventually Ink caught him, tackling him in a hug again, Dream sighing and accepting his fate. He was eventually able to absorb the positivity out of Ink, the guardian of AUs slowly calming down.

"ink, we talked about this. no drinking a bunch of yellow paint." Dream scolded him.

"but it's fun..." Ink whined.

"i think you cracked some of my and some of murder's ribs." Dream deadpanned, and Ink giggled.

"DID HE?" Blue asked from a bit away.

"not mine, but maybe dream's?" Murder replied.

"underswap's never gonna see a dull moment, is it?" Stretch asked.

"probably not." Murder sighed. 

"hey blue, you got the waffles, right?" Stretch questioned. 

"OH NO!! THE WAFFLES!!!!!" Blue exclaimed, bolting back inside, and Stretch chuckled. 

Dream eventually got Ink to let him go, heading inside to get some waffled before leaving to spread positivity, Ink following him inside. Breakfast was mostly uneventful after that happened, and Dream left once everyone ate and the dishes were done.

"HEY MURDER, CHECK THIS OUT!" Blue called out to the dusty skeleton from where they were in a store, "I FOUND SOMETHING FOR YOU!!"

Murder walked over to him, seeming a bit tired, but he seemed to be doing his best to stay alert. Blue held up a gray shirt with white writing, reading "Thank you for leaving me alone.", and Murder smiled a bit when he saw the shirt, seeming to find it funny, and Blue put it in their cart. He'd taken Murder to one of the supermarkets in Starlight Plaza, getting him clothes and anything he wanted for his room. So far, they had a few shirts, jackets, shorts, pants, shoes, some star sunglasses (which Blue had picked out for their team for fun, of course!), and some pillows, blankets, and some extra sheets. 

"SO, DO YOU KNOW OF ANYTHING ELSE YOU MIGHT WANT, MY FRIEND? YOU CAN PICK ANYTHING, INK HAS IT ALL ON A TAB!" Blue replied.

"they trust him to remember to pay?" Murder asked.

"WELL, WE ALWAYS TELL HIM HOW MUCH WE SPENT, THEN HE GIVES US SOME G, AND WE GO BACK AND PAY FOR IT!" Blue answered.

". . . you literally have infinite money." Murder realized, "do you realize how much that can destabilize any au's economy?" 

"DREAM'S MENTIONED THAT A FEW TIMES, BUT WE DON'T GO OVERBOARD. WE GET NECESSITIES ONLY!" Blue responded.

". . ." Murder sighed, "at some point this will have some serious repercussions..."

"HOW SO?" Blue asked, but Murder remained silent, so Blue mentioned, "YOU NEVER ANSWERED MY QUESTION, THOUGH. DO YOU WANT ANYTHING ELSE WHILE WE'RE HERE?"

"uh... i don't know-" Murder stopped talking abruptly as he saw the book section.

Blue looked over at it, then back at Murder, saying, "OF COURSE! BOOKS! LET'S GO! MWEH HEH HEH HEH!"

Blue grabbed the cart, bolting to the books, Murder behind him, and Blue watched happily as Murder looked through the shelves, scanning over the titles. It didn't take long for Murder to have a stack of books between his arms, pointing books out to Blue, who added them to the pile, even jumping up to stack them. 

"YOU REALLY DO ENJOY BOOKS, HUH?" Blue asked, smiling.

"yeah, reading's... kinda one of my favorite pastimes..." Murder admitted.

"IT'S A GREAT HOBBY! WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE GENRE?" Blue asked.

"honestly? kinda like the psychology books, but the tragedies are fun too. that and the historic books, and i'm a bit of a physics nerd." Murder answered.

"OH, WOWIE! PAPYRUS, WELL, STRETCH, IS TOO! I LOVE THE OUTER SPACE BOOKS!" Blue told him.

"really?" Murder questioned sarcastically, "i couldn't tell."

"HA HA, VERY FUNNY." Blue rolled his eyelights, and Murder smirked, "ANYWAYS, A WHILE AGO INK EVEN MADE ME A TELESCOPE SO I COULD SEE ALL THE STARS! MAYBE ONCE WE GET BACK, I CAN SHOW YOU?" Blue offered.

"you don't need to go to sleep?" Murder asked.

"WELL, I DO, BUT NOT IMMEDIATELY!" Blue replied.

"what about bedtime stories? i read them to my brother, does stretch read them to you?" Murder questioned.

"WELL, HE USED TO READ THEM TO ME EVERY NIGHT, BUT, WELL, I, THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, SHOULD BE ABLE TO SLEEP WITHOUT A BEDTIME STORY! SO HE ONLY READS THEM WHEN I WAKE UP FROM A NIGHTMARE! IT ISN'T OFTEN, BUT... SOMETIMES THINGS GET TO ME. MEMORIES OF FIGHTS AND CLOSE CALLS.... I SAW DREAM AFTER DUST... YOU KNOW... THAT WAS IN MY LAST ONE... I GUESS PART OF THE REASON I WANT YOU AND THE OTHERS TO STAY HERE IS SO THAT I KNOW YOU'RE ALL SAFE..." Blue admitted, looking down with a frown on his face. 

"hey.... we're all ok, alright? nothing's gonna happen to us. we're gonna be just fine. dust won't do that crap to dream again, and we're going to stop them and nightmare." Murder reassured.

"WILL YOU STAY IN MY TIMELINE EVEN ONCE EVERYTHING IS OVER?" Blue asked.

". . . i might." Murder answered, and Blue smiled at that, before it grew into a grin.

"THEN I'LL ENSURE TO BE THE BEST ROOMMATE EVER! YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE IT IN THIS TIMELINE!" Blue grinned at him, and Murder smiled a little, chuckling a bit.

"heh, yeah... thanks, blue..." Murder replied as he headed to the cart, putting the books inside.

"YOU'RE WELCOME, MY FRIEND!" Blue replied, making sure Murder was done getting books before they left the area.

As they walked to the checkout, Murder's eyelights wandered over to the clothes, specifically the coats, and he started looking through them. Blue watched him curiously, and he saw him grab one, holding it up to himself to check the size. The coat itself was a stormy blue, bits of the material having gray fading into it, like storm clouds. The zipper was silver, and the hood was a dark gray, and it was filled with fluffy gray fur with patches of black in it. Murder seemed to get an idea, because he put the coat under his arm before heading to the shoes, looking through them.

"WHAT'RE YOU UP TO? AWESOME COAT, BY THE WAY!" Blue was confused, watching him grab some gray sneakers.

"i don't want to resemble dust after what he did to dream. i saw the way he looked at me after we found him on that rooftop while dust was torturing him." Murder explained, grabbing a package of dark blue laces.

"BUT YOU DON'T NEED TO CHANGE YOUR APPEARANCE BECAUSE OF HIM, MURDER! DUST CAN DO THAT!" Blue told him.

"he probably won't because he'll see how much of a rise he can get out of dream. no, i don't want anything to do with him, especially because of how buddy buddy he is with that dirty brother killer." Murder growled angrily, throwing the clothes in the cart before looking through an aisle of gloves.

"YES, THAT'S FAIR, AND WHILE I WANT YOU TO KNOW I FULLY SUPPORT YOU IN YOUR ENDEAVORS TO GAIN INDIVUALITY AND SEPARATE ANY COMPARISONS BETWEEN YOU AND DUST, I JUST DON'T WANT YOU TO FEEL THAT YOU HAVE TO. I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU ENJOY YOUR OUTFIT, MURDER. YOU DON'T HAVE TO CHANGE BECAUSE OF IT."

"blue, please, stop it." Murder requested, voice tense, and he put his hands on Blue's shoulders, looking him in the eyelights, "i know what i'm doing, ok?"

". . . OK." Blue nodded, and Murder patted his shoulders a bit before he went back to looking, grabbing some grayish-purple fingerless gloves with gray fluff on the inside from the aisle before putting them in the cart.

Blue watched him look through the shorts next, looking through them before ultimately grabbing a pair matching to his current ones, but these didn't have any dust stains on them, and Murder grabbed a black sweater before hesitating, putting it back before grabbing a dark gray one.

Murder put the clothes in the cart, and he said, "alright, now i'm done. close enough to my regular clothes but different enough there won't be any confusion."

"YOU CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE YOU NEED OR WANT WHILE YOU'RE HERE?" Blue asked, and Murder shook his skull no. 

They reached the checkout, and the cashier, a yellow fox monster in ski gear rang them up, putting the items in bags and giving Blue a note on how much G was owed once Blue put it on Ink's tab. Blue accepted the note, putting it on the inside pocket of his glove, and he made himself a mental reminder to give it to Ink later. Blue and Murder both grabbed bags and teleported them to Murder's new room, doing this a few times before the cart was empty, Blue putting it in the cart return before him and Murder teleported to the new room for the last time. From there, Murder and Blue spent a while putting items in drawers, books on the shelves, posters on the walls, and boxes of post-it notes, markers, and rolls of red yarn next to the conspiracy board.

Murder had also picked out a pair of blue headphones and a music player, putting it next to his bed with a blue lamp. Murder had Blue leave the room for a moment so he could put his new clothes on, and once he said Blue could enter the room again, Blue saw him folding up his old clothes and putting them in a box under his bed, grabbing a dusty and tattered red scarf from it's inside pocket and putting it in an inside pocket of his new coat. Blue didn't mention it, though, knowing exactly what it was, though his soul ached at how Murder looked at it before storing it away again. 

Once everything was decorated, Blue led Murder to his room, opening the door for him so he could enter first. The carpet was dark blue and the walls were light blue, a spaceship bed with a star blanket on the left, and there was a large constellation rug on the floor. There was a box with bones on the right by the door, and there was a door with a few stars on it straight across, and there was a desk and computer to the right of the door, and a bookshelf filled with books on the left. To the left of that, there was a poster of the solar system on the wall, and then there was also a desk between Blue's bed and that wall, with some paper and pencils on it, along with a book and a lamp. Blue led him from his room out the door, going to the small porch with a telescope on it.

"FEEL FREE TO USE THIS ANY TIME! I SAW HOW MUCH YOU LIKED THE SKY WHEN YOU SAW IT!" Blue permitted him, smiling.

"i... thank you, blue." Murder thanked him.

"YOU'RE WELCOME, MY FRIEND!" Blue grinned, the two sitting down on the bench by the telescope, looking up at the stars for a moment before Blue asked, "MURDER?"

"yeah?" Murder replied.

"I OVERHEARD YOUR CONVERSATION WITH DREAM THROUGH THE KITCHEN WALLS EARLIER. AT LEAST, SOME OF IT..." Blue started, and Murder tensed.

"how uh... how much?..." Murder asked. 

"NOT A LOT, JUST ABOUT THE CLOZAPINE... MURDER, YOU DON'T NEED TO FEEL THE NEED TO HIDE THAT FROM US, WE WON'T JUDGE YOU. IF ANYTHING, WE'LL SUPPORT YOUR RECOVERY AND ENSURE YOU GET BETTER! BESIDES, I CAN HELP REMIND YOU OF WHEN YOU NEED TO TAKE IT, AND ENSURE YOU DON'T OVERDOSE! I DON'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD PURPOSEFULLY, BUT THINGS CAN HAPPEN, AND I DON'T WANT YOU HURT OR SICK." Blue reassured him, "I DIDN'T TELL STRETCH, AS EVEN I SHOULDN'T HAVE OVERHEARD IT TO BEGIN WITH, AND IT'S YOUR CHOICE, BUT... I STILL BELIEVE WE CAN HELP YOU OUT WITH IT. YOU CAN GET BETTER, AND YOU'LL BE ALRIGHT!" 

". . . how the hell are you so sympathetic and supportive?" Murder muttered after a moment.

"MWEH HEH HEH! I AM THE MAGNIFICENT SANS, AFTERALL! I STRIVE TO BE THE BEST FRIEND I CAN BE, AND YOU ARE IN DESPERATE NEED OF GOOD FRIENDS, MURDER! NOT JUST TO COPE WITH WHAT HAPPENED IN YOUR TIMELINE, BUT ALSO TO KNOW YOU HAVE OTHERS WHO SUPPORT YOU! WE'RE HERE WITH YOU EVERY STEP OF THE WAY, AND IF YOU WANT OR NEED TO TALK, DON'T HESITATE!" Blue smiled, putting a friendly hand on his shoulder.

". . . thank you, blue..." Murder said again.

"YOU'RE WELCOME!" Blue replied with a smile, moving his hand away from his shoulder.

They stayed out there for a while, looking up at the stars and Murder occasionally using the telescope. Eventually Murder fell asleep, slumping on Blue's shoulder and Blue smiled a bit, picking him up bridal style and putting him on his bed in his new room, covering him up carefully with a blanket, clicking the light off. Blue looked up at the ceiling with a smile when he saw glow in the dark stickers light up on the surface, otherwise invisible with the light on, and Blue smiled a bit from Ink's thoughtfulness at the feature. Ink wasn't the most observant at some times, but he still tried to be, and sometimes he was extremely considerate and kind with his actions, something Blue admired about him. Sure, Ink might forget he did it or forget what he's doing while he's doing it before remembering again, but Ink wouldn't be Ink without his memory issues.

"SLEEP WELL, MY FRIEND." Blue told Murder softly, closing the door before heading back to his room to get some sleep.

Blue teleported inside of it, moving over to his spaceship bed and hopping into it gleefully, imaging himself as an astronaut, be it in this universe or another AU. Blue settled into the soft mattress before pulling the galaxy blanket over himself, and he looked up at the ceiling for a moment before he closed his eye sockets with a smile on his face. His eye sockets shot open a moment later, though, as a realization hit him, his eyelights shrinking into pinpricks.

HAS INK BEEN COMMITTING FRAUD THIS WHOLE TIME?!?!

Discord server: https://discord.gg/wQfvxyEuvj

[anachronistic-falsehood]

SHIP BINGO FOR THE GUYS U WANNA TALK ABOUT. CELLTW I THINK . gimme the cannibalism rundown king

MAC. looking u dead in the eyes. getting into celltw has almost convinced me to start watching hannibal i guess i just really like gay cannibalism and i need more of it. ANYWAY listen listen listennnn. ok. qcellbit and qpac are my little fucking guys alright. my favourite boys. i'm gonna give you their whole fucking backstory here ok. ok. infodump time. i apologize in advance

so cellbit was a child soldier who didn't even have a NAME. resorted to cannibalism to survive. badboyhalo was there. both stuck in a war. killed thousands of people. AWFUL TIMES!!! goes from child soldier to domestic terrorist somehow. he gets arrested and thrown in FUCKING ALCATRAZ. HE'S STILL A CANNIBAL. somehow manages to sneak a cell phone in and uses it to threaten prisoners and people start calling him cell because he literally didn't have a name before. right. ENTER PAC E MIKE. they're robbers for a living. the sillies <3 they robbed a top security museum and got caught and thrown in alcatraz. cell has gone bonkers and fucking yonkers. weird habit of licking his lips. i'm in love with him. protects pac e mike from other prisoners. they are wary of him (understandable). pac e mike make a friend named jv who tries to help them escape. cell kills him right in front of them and tries to escape himself. gets thrown in solitary. pac e mike go to the solitary cells just to mock him. lots of lowkey gay tension in that scene???? eventually pac e mike escape with the help of another friend but cell tags along because he threatens them with a gun he got from a security guard he killed. THIS MAN IS UNHINGED!!!

they end up on a deserted island. the boat they used to sail there needs repairs and four people can't fit on it at all anymore. cell decides one of them needs to die and tells the others they can decide which one has to be killed. cell is the only one who manages to find food on the island, which happens to be apples. he hoards it from the others and I SHIT YOU NOT THERE IS SOME WEIRD FUCKING RELIGIOUS IMAGERY GOING ON HERE. OK. pac seeks out cell, and CELL, WHO IS SITTING IN A TREE, OFFERS PAC AN APPLE IF HE KILLS ONE OF THE OTHERS. PAC SAYS HE'LL THINK ABOUT IT AND CELL GIVES HIM AN APPLE. I'M GOING TO EAT DRYWALL. I DON'T KNOW IF THEY DID THAT ON PURPOSE BUT THEY SURE FUCKIN DID IT ALRIGHT. at some point cell eats pac's leg but we have no idea when that canonically happens bc it was only canonized in qsmp and wasn't shown in Fuga Impossível where he and mike met cell, but IT'S STILL FUCKING CANON AND I LIKE TO THINK IT HAPPENED SOMEWHERE ON THAT FUCKING ISLAND. ALRIGHT. IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IN PRISON BUT IT HAPPENING ON THE ISLAND JUST MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE 2 ME.

they trick cell and trap him, telling him to use the last bullet in his gun for himself. the three of them leave the island and hear a single gunshot. they think he's dead. SIKE!!! somehow years and years later, pac, mike, and cell, plus two others are all on the same ship together and end up on a new island. cell now goes by cellbit??? and really likes mysteries and is a pretty chill person in comparison to how he used to be??? he went through copious amounts of therapy and is actually somewhat well adjusted. he's a pretty cool guy.

he's changed. mike has changed. pac has changed. they're all so different. he and cellbit get stuck in a cave and they kiss. it's weird. they don't do it again after that. cellbit starts talking to another guy, roier. they get married. pac is disappointed but he doesn't talk about it too much. why is he disappointed? he doesn't really know. pac has changed but every time he looks at cellbit he's back in that prison. one day, everyone's furniture goes missing, including cellbit's. pac's first instinct is to grab his son by the shoulders and tell him to pack his things because when cellbit sees that someone has robbed him he will go on a rampage the likes of which no one has ever seen. that doesn't happen. cellbit snaps and demands public execution of the culprit so they can drink his blood. he's holding a knife. he's easily placated and puts the knife away. cell is clearly somewhere in there. this is the first glimpse pac has gotten of him in the five months they've been here. pac licks his lips the same way cell used to. it's a habit.

their son goes missing. the president is put on drugs by the federation. pac has lost everything. he takes the fed's medication so he can try finding a cure. he sits in cellbit's castle panicking for a solid five minutes, debating with himself over whether he should leave some of the medication for cellbit to find in hopes he can help them. he tries to find a cure on his own while still hopped up on pills. there's blood on the floor. he leaves notes for his loved ones. he knows cellbit well enough to know he will come looking and find this. the thought is as terrifying as it is relieving. cellbit develops a cure with pac's notes. cellbit yells at the president, the fellow father of their son. pac only hears cell. he takes the antidote he helped develop. cellbit guides him home and tells him he's not alone anymore and never will be again. they hug. it's terrifying. it's comforting. it's weird.

cellbit clearly left that prison behind. pac never has. he probably never will.

[wrathful-reptile]

scuttles around 🪲🪲chewing on the drywall

i'm gonna catch you under a plastic cup, seal ya in with a piece of paper, and put ya outside, ya hear?

Can't be chewin on that drywall now. You have to go and eat some leaves or dirt for your health.

[saiintvalentiine]

THIS IS AN ASK ENCOURAGING YOU TO WORD VOMIT ABOUT YOUR WIPS!!!

~ ✧✦✧

WIP TALK WIP TALK

I have like 5 active WIPs but I'm gonna talk about 2 in particular: wingfic au and actively modified au

wingfic has me MISERABLE because I want to go back and forth on POVs but I have no skill for Parrot's POV omggggg it's so HARD but also I have to like................contrive a way to make everything work out in the end and I'm DUMB bro. deeply tempted to just skip over all the hard parts but then that'd leave a patchy narrative.

Some of my favorite bits of it so far:

Polite Parrot

Wifies doesn't sleep in late, or even very much in general, but Parrot always wakes at the crack of dawn. He's polite about it— won't make too much noise, won't knock on Wifies’s door before noon, that kind of stuff. He was so polite about Wifies being unable to fly, too, letting his birdcage house languish as they found a different corner of the world to build an earth-bound hideout that Wifies could navigate without having to finagle an Elytra on. He doesn’t ask about it, but Wifies is pretty sure that’s because he’s waiting for the day that Wifies to arrive sleep-warm and vulnerable to the kitchen where he’ll be able to pry as much as he possibly can out of Wifies’s quiet mouth. Parrot will have to pull him to pieces to find out, so Wifies has been contemplating taking a sabbatical from Unstable. He’s pretty sure he’s falling sick, anyway, and he’s got to figure out how he’s going to check that he isn’t introducing rust into his body.

and Honey Toast

He [Wifies] wants to be done with this. He wants to crawl in a hole and be unbothered. He wants Parrot to sharpen his sword for him and make fun of him for eating honey toast, until Wifies holds a piece to his mouth for a taste.

You may be asking: saiint, why honey toast? and I say: guys please sharing a sweet little treat is all I have in this world, I love it when characters hold food out for each other!!!!

Actively modified au is from this post I made and I just cannot stop thinking about it. What if Ken and Wifies went off to a world together after the april fools stuff just to relax and Ken got to witness the material consequences of Evilfies's desires. I'm chewing on drywall. help. This one is notably less fleshed out than wingfic (about 2k words less) but I feel like it'd be easier to finish??? so I think I'll focus on it more

Favorite bits so far:

The initial discussion

“Loser,” Ken calls out as Wifies swims to shore and pulls himself out. “We gotta sleep. These phantoms are unbearable.” “No,” Wifies says automatically, shaking his hair out and whipping his axe at the few stray phantoms left. “Every time I go to sleep, I wake up and something’s changed.” “What?” Ken says, daylight breaking through the horizon just as the last phantom dies. “What does that mean?” Wifies glances over, and Ken’s concerned expression surprises him. A lot of things have been surprising him lately. “Um. When I sleep. I wake up with something changed. So I try to not sleep.” “That—” Ken’s expression twists. Wifies can't tell what exactly he's feeling, but his tail is ramrod straight, fur standing on end. “That won't happen here. It shouldn't, and it won't. Nothing like that has ever happened to me in any world I've been in, and it's not gonna start now.” Wifies wants to believe him. Ken hasn't lied to him so far, not when they met or when he took Wifies’s hand or brought Wifies to a whole new world to explore, but he can't believe him now. Wifies may have lived a life full of lies and fantasy, but this was real. He knows it's real. He knows something happens every time.

Living with the Evidence:

“Ken,” he says again, voice tinged with something ugly. He looks into the river, and his mismatched eyes look back— one a pale grey, the other a deep black. “Why are my eyes different colors?” “What?? Mine are different too,” Ken frowns, pushing his bangs back from his forehead as if that’ll help somehow. “His weren’t, though.” “. . . No, they weren’t.” Wifies touches the corner of his grey eye and pulls it down a bit. There, under the waterline, is the faintest red line. If he pulls up his upper lid, he knows he'll see its mirror. “I fell asleep one day,” Wifies says slowly, turning each word over like a stone. “And when I woke up, my eye hurt. I didn’t get a lot of chances to see myself. There weren’t mirrors in the rooms, and iron tools were rare, water even rarer. But one day I finally got to see myself, and my eye was different. It wasn’t always grey.” Wifies doesn’t look at Ken. He can tell that the idea is taking root in Ken’s mind, his fingers tightening where they hold Wifies. Wifies doesn’t know the truth, but there’s the shape of a truth there, and it looms over him with a hundred sharpened teeth. “It’s not that I don’t want to believe you. I just. . . live with the evidence.”

so much writing to do so little time!!! do we have a preferred WIP so far chat. do we have thoughts. would we like elaboration on either. im going crazy out here. is anybody out there.

[paldean-ranger-brandy]

BRANDY IM SO SORRY THEY WONT LET ME GO THE MFERS.

Idk what unova has against yall but fr none of the ranger in Castelia are 'allowed to go' for 'security issues'. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??

anyways hope your hat and vest are at least keeping you and Micheal dry.

im going to go eat drywall

It means they think you guys are gonna start HITTING US with your CARS. Or that there is a complete travel ban on right now and all flights and boats are grounded. I think there's also some absolute fuckery going on in Merrtoz that's probably the source of it all but tbh this one ain't my mission so I don't know anything officially.

I'm gonna be so really real with you the pups and I are drenched. Sopping wet dogs. Absolutely stinking up the place with our wet dog stench. Except Mac, who is staying inside like the little princess she is.

BUT THAT'S OKAY. I got this so locked down we are all dying but like we're fine. It's honestly kind of a power trip. EVERYONE listens to a Hoennian during a storm. Paldean rangers are my bitches rn.

[characcoon]

What is your new profile picture?

Also, what would have happened in change of perspective, if the boys were still swapped, and say Leo in Mikeys body died?

Grim I know but I've been wondering.

Like, would the remaining boys (sob) be able to unswap somehow? But then where would mikey go? It would be impossible I'd not all were there right?

Taxes such good luck <3

My pfp is this fucking thing called Felps

Just a brazilian streamer i like a lot. He's weird af. Huge gender envy from this man. Look at his gender.

Ok now. I thought about that scenario, because I was gonna write it, so.

It was going to be temporary. BUT. Once Mikey's body heart stopped, Donnie would collapse as well, BECAUSE remember it was a half swap? Yeah they still connected. To be alive, the three principles must remain alive: the body, mind and soul. With half of Leo's mind gone and detached, the other half would soon follow, and so his body, and so his soul (I'm keeping this concept, so remember it for latter). So it was going to be a double fall. No, it would not domino effect into Donnie's mind also being gone, and then making Raph collapse- for convenience, yes. I'm allowed to make my own plot holes.

Leo would return because Flare would get back in the body and sorta revive it (see: Mikey's new powers with Flare include a big level of regeneration). And then Donnie would come back at the same time as well. I was playing around with that, thinking HM what if. It happens when Flare leaves- or wtv, and eh I think a lot of stuff.

And fuck taxes. Be ungovernable. Eat drywall. Get a rescue cat. And evade taxes.

[edgepunk]

Okay, filtered MSM 2 thoughts:

We knew Kraven was gonna show up in the sequel, however, I def did not expect The Lizard/Dr. Connors and the fact that Kraven is focused on him instead of Peter or Miles is very interesting. I wonder if they're gonna sort of recreate/reference Kraven's Last Hunt 👀

Either way, I'm very excited to see these classic villains showing up. Maybe we'll see Yuri Watanabe/Wraith too??? They were building her up in one of the DLCs quite well. Also, interested to see how Peter will react since they were friends.

Gameplay!!!!!! I already loved the gameplay in the first game, and the Miles Morales game improved upon that. And they seemed to take it another step further, it's like they actually listened to the criticism that people had, and I didn't know it was possible to improve the already banger gameplay (tho yes the first one was a little clunkier but still v intuitive)

The new traversal features look so good hello?? The web wings used as a glider? Miles slingshotting himself across the city??? aoughhfg and also!!! It looks like we'll be able to explore other parts of New York like Queens and maybe Brooklyn??? tbh Manhattan became a little restrictive after a while in the first two games, so it would be cool to expand the map a bit. Y'all know I'm meh about huge maps with some exceptions, but if done right, I think it's gonna be good.

Putting this under a read more bc this game is driving me insane I'm eating drywall

So I was right that we'll be able to switch between Peter and Miles. I kinda guessed that they're gonna be mission specific, and maybe, we can switch between them in free roam like with Jacob and Evie in AC: Syndicate (this specific feature isn't confirmed, just speculation on my part)

Looks like Nuform changed Miles' abilities since his Venom (heh) powers can turn blue? I'm interested to see what it did to him and if they're going to address it. Maybe it's purely for aesthetic/gameplay reasons. Who knows, I'm still curious.

Also, love how they incorporated Ganke as their guy in the chair. I loved him in MM and the fact that he helped Miles with the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man app. Just give me more Ganke please, he was really charming and they managed to differentiate him from MCU Ganke Ned that he feels like his own character.

Okay, I'm done beating around the bush and I'm going to address the elephant in the room - the symbiote. This is all we've been waiting for, we knew from the post-credits scene from the first game that Peter is gonna have the black suit. I'm glad Insomniac were like "yeah let's get this over with" and showed it to us.

And people are already calling him Bully Lowenthal 💀

Now, I was a little bit iffy about the design of the black suit, but after I watched the trailer a couple of times, it's starting to grow on me? Maybe I'm looking too much into it but the organic armor/exoskeleton design gives me xenomorph vibes, and I love the tendrils in the "exposed" exoskeleton. The texture looks gross and slimy and I love it. I was wondering if they're gonna add some subtle sci-fi horror elements to it and they delivered. I've always said that the symbiote has a lot of space/eldtrich horror potential.

Which brings me to the tendrils (I can already hear the p*rn artists working hard), jokes aside, they look so cool and they're animated so well???? The way Peter fights with them??? He straight up turns into a uhhh tentacle monster for a split second. And his fighting style is so brutal, I liked when he kept repeatedly kicking the guy as if he was a punching bag ddjhsjh

but the scene where he shows up in the sewers(???) yeah this shot legit gave me chills bro looks fr intimidating

And do I really need to gush about Yuri Lowenthal's voice acting? Ben 10 off the shits I'm gonna do it anyway bc holy shit he got the guttural growl down to a T. However, I do wish they put a very subtle filter on his voice. Doing that kind of growly voice must've hurt his throat real bad. Maybe his voice is gonna become more monstrous as the game progresses, that'd be real neat :3c

Honestly, I'm really curious to see how it will affect Peter since May is dead, the whole thing with Otto (I think they're gonna have a convo on the Raft maybe???), he's got a lot of debts to pay and he mentioned that Harry is dying. Bro's going through it fr also parksborn angst???? I'm ready for the homoerotic undertones in their cutscenes kdjkdjdkj I'll take any crumbs I can get 👀

And the way that Peter just dismissively shoved that one civilian away??? Ah?? I'm not ready for Peter to become an absolute cunt and be mean to Miles. There's a high probability we're gonna have to fight Peter in a boss fight as Miles aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

ANYWAY THAT'S IT I'M LOSING MY MIND