#I'm sure there's plenty but I just don't see them anymore :'D

[mooncakebun]

Some Hualian art I'm working on these days (not sure I'll ever finish any of them but let's see, almost 2 years hiatus is no joke T^T)

Just recently I had the chance to buy the official Hungarian release of the books, and that alone reignited my love for the novel.

Not so coincidentally, I found plenty of unfinished scraps of fan art on my computer and realized I missed TGCF quite a lot, also missed making fan art... so not all of these are brand new haha... drawing style also changed so much even tho I haven't drawn a single line since ~2022.

(+ I don't use twitter anymore (though IG freaks me out with the interface and small picture format, I recovered my acc so I’m using it again), but I found the password for Tumblr saved on my laptop :D hahaha...)

[sleepyorchidmonster]

After Chapter 7, Malleus and by extension Briar Valley had to deal with plenty of backlash.

In an attempt to appease the public (and control Malleus), the Senate organized a press conference with world leaders and NRC parents (there's A LOT of overlap between those two groups).

The main idea was to show the Senate as capable advisors that would guide the young Draconia, cementing their status in Briar Valley while also "protecting" and isolating Malleus.

What really happened was that Mrs. Rosehearts yelled at them for ten hours straight.

You see, Riddle was worried about how his mother would react to the entire Chapter 7 situation, so he made sure to explain everything to her, casting Malleus and Lillia in a more favourable light.

And it acually worked! You see, despite all her failures as a parent, she is still a mother at the end of the day, and the idea that a son would go to such great lenghts, overblotting and almost dooming the entire world, just to keep his parental figure safe, was quite touching.

She also has a newfound respect for Lillia, how he spent all those years looking for ways to get Malleus to hatch, how he went above and beyond to care for the Prince, even while banished, how he adopted and raised Silver (who is the only student she actually respects). HOW HE LITERALLY SACRIFICED PART OF HIS LIFEFORCE FOR MALLEUS TO HATCH!

On the other hand, she HATES the Senate. Mostly because she put herself in Meleanor's shoes: imagine you're about to die and decide to entrust your unborn son to your friend, only for said friend to be unjustly banished, leaving your kid in the hands of a bunch of entitled senators that completely DISREGARDED YOUR LAST WISH (Mrs. Rosehearts hates it when people don't do what she says, so she feels personally offended by that last bit, the fact that Malleus almost died also doesn't help).

Anyway, she's angry and, since the Senate IS encouraging people to air their grievances with Briar Valley, might as well seize this opportunity!

Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Lillia, Baul and Maleficia feel vindicated. Since only the housewardens and Diasomnia were invited for the event, the group chat was crazy.

The housewardens were all sitting together near the back of the room, alongside Silver and Sebek (they DON'T want to draw attention to themselves, especially since most of them are overblot survivors), so they could easily chat or sleep. Meanwhile the students back on campus were watching everything at Ramshackle.

As a small bonus, a few ways to avoid panic attacks, by Riddle and Trey:

*Mrs. Rosehearts starts talking*

Trey: Hey Rook!

Rook: Oui?

Trey: What is the meaning of beauty?

Rook: :D

*Rook starts monologuing and nobody can hear the TV anymore*

Meanwhile Riddle:

*School chat*

Epel: So, how long until she stops yelling at people? It ain't funny anymore...

Riddle: Since she yelled at Trey's parents for five hours because they gave me a tart, maybe ten or fifteen hours?

Ruggie: Wtf

Deuce: Are you doing okay, dormhead?

Riddle: I have a fully charged phone with a crosswords app, headphones playing all the Queen's rules on loop, and an entire bottle filled with the strongest calming tea I could find.

Riddle: Moreover, I'm currently seated beside the sleepiest students in this school (Leona and Silver). Their calm disposition creates a peaceful environment.

Riddle: Therefore I shall be able to keep panic attacks AND overblots at bay!

Ace: Just say yes or no...

*15 minutes later*

Riddle: I beat the game, there are no more crosswords

Vil: Chess.com

Vil: NOW

Vil: Wake Leona up, we're having a TOURNAMENT!

Idia: Congrats, u just got a World Record

Idia: Also I'm sending you a list of games later...

They left a bit after the seventh hour mark.

[shopwitchvamp]

hey! I'm interested in getting one of the petticoats, but I historically have not enjoyed wearing them for various reasons. Can you tell me what the inner lining is like? My sister has some petticoats and the they always feel terrible since they're too tight around the legs, and the fabric generally sucks. Also, do the petticoats come in skater size? Thanks!

Yeah no problem! I have a helpful picture from the red knee-length petticoats (that we don't actually sell anymore) that shows the lining pretty well:

All parts of the petticoats are polyester, just very different versions. The lining is really smooth and it's not tight at all, it's got plenty of room for you to move around. It's got a satiny/silky feel, but it is stiffer (no stretch) & more on the plasticky side compared to our skirts. It's really great at keeping the tulle outer layers from scratching your legs though! And I honestly think they're the most comfortable petticoats I've ever encountered.

So then for ankle length ones you can kinda see the inner lining in this picture but I quickly and poorly outlined it in paint right now to make it a bit clearer:

Because of the longer thinner shape, it is tighter than the knee-length liner but I still wouldn't say it's "tight" exactly. Like it's not form fitting, just more narrow. And thenn for Skater sized ones, it depends on which size you wear. The knee-length petticoats are pretty long for an A or B Size Skater (works better with A or B Midis), maybe B is on the fence where if you don't mind a lot of petticoat showing it's fine. But they work well with C or D Size Skaters (as well as Midis). In the future we might do much shorter petticoats to try to have something that works for Minis and A/B Skaters, but idk for sure yet!

[ilovedthestars]

and also just. the way ambiguity in relationships is assumed to be romantic, too. see, i wrote that whole post a while back about how I loved ambiguous fictional relationships, with deep devotion but no clear label as to the type of relationship. i called it love as in significance--that's where my tag comes from. love as in being important to someone, in whatever form that takes.

and what I said then about how this applies to romance still applies--when I'm reading about a fictional romance, I'll be much more engaged with one that feels built on that foundation of significance than one that isn't. flirting, the trappings of modern courtship, those feel empty to me without the feeling that these characters already matter to each other. (this is why in real life I'm so perplexed by things like dating apps, or people who actively seek out romance with strangers--I just personally can't fathom the idea of wanting that kind of closeness with someone you don't already know and care for.)

but in regards to ambiguity....I feel like I've been burned a little. I loved ambiguity because it meant you could take many things away from it. other people could see romance, but I could see the kind of deeply devoted platonic relationship that, let's be honest, is incredibly rare in fiction. but I'm starting to feel frustrated by the way ambiguity is assumed to be romance, without an explicit statement that it's not. (I've joked about the obligatory "no hetero" moments that have to be inserted into the start of a piece of media that has a male and a female protagonist with any kind of relationship other than romance--the "not with those lips" moment in the D&D movie, for example. It's funny, and i appreciate it being made very clear, but it's kind of sad that it has to be.)

and...okay, there's an elephant in the room that i really should acknowledge. I was talking about it in that first post, but I made a point of never mentioning it, although i'm sure plenty of people guessed.

I haven't watched Good Omens season two. I'm not sure if I'm ever going to. When I first wrote about my love for ambiguous relationships back in February of 2023, Aziraphale and Crowley were at the top of my list. When I wrote about how ambiguity left room for anyone to see themselves represented, and how i wished that a little more space was left for aro voices, I was talking about them. I was frustrated by people who saw that ambiguity as "queerbaiting"--didn't they see that the story was already queer, that Aziraphale and Crowley cared so deeply for each other, and whether they kissed or not wouldn't change anything?

But they did kiss. And it did change something. I don't feel like there's a place left for me anymore. And there's social pressure to celebrate, to be happy for another canon queer love story on TV, and god I'd love to celebrate that, but I can't help but feel a little betrayed by a story that I thought would leave space for me.

(and yes, a kiss doesn't have to mean romance--but in this, in hollywood, it's assumed to. the creators and the audience both understand it as such, unless someone stops to say no, we're friends who kiss each other the mouth, we're subverting your expectations. because the expectations are inescapable.)

I've been trying to give myself the space to feel upset about this. To remember that aro stories are queer stories too. And I think I'm raising my standards. I'll take ambiguity--I'll take any carved-out space I can find. But I'm not sure I trust it anymore. I want explicitly platonic relationships with the level of love and devotion and care usually reserved for romance. I want to read and watch and listen to stories about people who are significant to each other without romance even being in the picture. I want love that isn't synonymous with romance. I'm going to stop feeling like I have to settle for anything less.

[plasticross]

You find yourself on the hotel rooftop, a beautiful little hang out with a pool and plenty of places to sunbathe. You rarely come up here, there's no umbrellas, or really any shady area you could easily find, and thus it's become obsolete to you. You rarely go out at day anymore, the desert sun makes your skin hurt, and it's ever seeing eyes made you panic even more. But sometimes people crave the inner belly fear they'd get as a child, watching horror movies late halloween night, or looking at a particularly gruesome crucifixion in sunday school. The water laps at your legs, making them look smaller at the knee, where they're submerged. It's not like you could see it, and you resent watching the description crawl across your peripheral as if you're too stupid to know how water physics work.

With a sigh, you press your face against your hands, shoulders shuttering as you bite back tears. Why were you crying? You didn't deserve to.

"I'm sorry." Your voice breaks like a frog, and you can feel your cheeks light up even if there isn't anyone around to see it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just want it to be over." And you aren't even sure what it is, adding to your embarrassment. Here you were on gods doorstep, in tears, begging for forgiveness. You think about your grandfathers boat trip, you think about the two of you floating in the middle of nowhere, him slamming his hands on the dock as he screams at the lake for a response that he never got. You think about him grabbing the lapels of your church clothes, and holding you against the railing. For a second, you thank the lord above for your lack of sight, keeping you from seeing what you saw in the reflection of the water like you did when your grandfather held you.

"I'm glad you came out. You have a vitamin deficiency. Specifically vitamin D, that's why you look so grey."

Your face twists up, a horrible, pathetic sound worming its way out of your throat, something between a whine and a choked sob. Maybe the silence that your grandfather ran from would be better, or maybe he didn't hear silence. Maybe he dealt with the sun-bites that it's advice left on his skin. Things that were true, but pointless, unrelated. Infuriating messages that mean fucking nothing as if you were a child, you couldn't handle the truth, so they talk around it. Your lip quivers, your hands filling with your own tears.

"Why me?" You're hyper aware of how little you sound, you imagine yourself asking your grandfather the same question, only tall enough to come up to his hip, you cry, arms extended out to him. He stopped carrying you everywhere when you turned ten or so, and that was one of the first times you acknowledged that things had changed. "Why did it have to be me? I, I just, I just want to be a person. I want to live." Those weren't your exact words, all the times you gave them to your grandpa. But they carried the same meaning.

"You can. I'm trying to let you. Everyone has rules they need to follow, you of all people should know that." The suns warmth makes your skin itch and burn, like there's another version of you inside your skin, too big, pressing against the hot dry organ, attempting to escape. You scratch your arms, which only subdues the feeling momentarily. "You're doing the right thing, and I think you know that. Don't take everything so personal, you beg for forgiveness and yet don't give people the same."

None of this felt right. You've lost faith, you were hoping that at least, maybe, you lost faith in the things you were raised to believe. But instead it seems like you've just lost faith in yourself.

"You're special, Cylo. We're special, it comes with being narratively relevant. I hope one day you can see that."

[aroaceleovaldez]

Not ask-blog related, then, but how would you get into role-playing?

honestly, just find an RP space/community (that's accepting new members) and hop right in. If you're nervous about your writing not being up to snuff, RP spaces are in my opinion the way to build up your writing. We all start somewhere and RP spaces are a great place to start and often full of beginners. You will pick it up and improve very quickly, have no fear. The general rules to be aware of in any RP space is basically just be nice and don't powerplay (which means don't do stuff like start controlling other people's characters, or deciding things for other people's characters without their permission, don't make everything in the RP about only your character, etc etc. Generally just treat everybody else and their characters with general courtesy). Also if everybody else in a space is doing only script or only paragraph format rp, try to match that. And try to make sure your writing is legible as a general courtesy cause otherwise people will have a hard time joining you in RP even if they want to - so avoid letter replacement/typing quirks (unless it's specific to the RP - see: Homestuck, though even with HS rp there is sometimes a site toggle to turn typing quirks off or similar) and do a quick scan to make sure your posts aren't super full of typos or etc.

more advice below the cut cause whoops this got long:

The finding the space is really the hardest part - RP-designated spaces are becoming more difficult to find since forum boards have started disappearing (though they have also started making a resurgence!). My old forum stomping grounds have since become an adoptables pet game site - though I do know a lot of online pet game sites have very active forum communities that usually had plenty of rp. I know for a fact Flight Rising has an active RP community. Rarely you can also find some other forms of RP-designated sites, like MSPARP used to be the big one for Homestuck and had some pan-fandom offshoots, but I don't know exactly what the status is for that stuff over there. I believe MSPARP doesn't exist anymore and I don't know anything about the rest of all that.

I used to also play some RP-dedicated multiplayer games and those can be a great option, depending on the game and your personal tastes. The main one I used to play a.) i would not recommend to people lol and b.) i'm pretty sure is very dead anyways so I don't have any exact recommendations there. I hear Roblox is a good place to find RP servers in a similar vein to that type of stuff but I never got into Roblox so I cannot confirm/deny that. You can sometimes find public Minecraft servers that have rp spaces but those are harder to find nowadays. There's a ton of discord RP communities you can join though. It's a bit more difficult to search around and get a feel for them just with how discord is but there's definitely plenty of 'em.

And I am not very in the tumblr RP community spheres (or other social media rp spheres - though i have dabbled) but to my understanding with those you either find an active group and ask if they're open to new members/if you can join, or you just jump right in to making your own blog/account/etc for it. Make some prompts/rp starters for people to potentially hop in and join you with or otherwise just kind of find you and rope you into their rp group or whatever. And of course you can always start a group with your friends.

The major things with RP is just kind of figuring what type of RP you want to be doing cause that informs everything else. Do you want to do script rp (usually formatted along the lines of [CHARACTER]: *runs around*) or paragraph/prose rp (the "[Character] ran around in circles before coming to a halt before the door." type format)? Do you want to do more of a video-game type rp where you have an avatar? Do you want to do something more like a TTRPG/D&D? Do you wanna do just straight up LARP (i can't really help you with that one much that one. you'd just have to search for local LARP groups - sometimes you can find them at your local conventions)? All those things are going to point you in different directions for what you want to do. In general, if you can find RP forums you can usually find both script and paragraph rp though paragraph rp is more common. Chatrooms and video games are more likely to lean script rp format due to chat limitations though this is not always the case. Social media rp is kind of it's whole own beast and everybody does it differently or different groups do it differently but if you want to do RP stuff primarily on your own and maybe pick up a group as you go then in-character social media can be a fun route for that. Or if you're not particularly looking for collaborative RP but want to do some interactive story stuff in a similar vein, then making an askblog might be more your style.

In general right now though, looking for RP discords is a relatively easy one or you can start your own and advertise it. Tbh if you find Warrior Cat RPers they may very likely have a designated area for non-WC rp (in the past Warriors RP sites/groups/etc ive been a part of, this has been the case in all of them). Also Warriors RP is like, everywhere. You will find it. It's like a constant of the universe or something. Actually doing a quick search i found some newer WCRPG forums and they look beautiful and yes, they do have non-Warriors rp sections. Idk much about RP communities in other fandoms but you can always count on Warriors. And as mentioned before, social media RP is an easy one.

Hopefully something in all of that helps a lil bit.

[sadfruittheatre]

Loss and Lots of Retcons: The Current State of Affairs and Moving Forward

So, now that things have begun to calm down, I want to talk a little bit more about various retcons and what's going to change, both in terms of this blog and the timeline. This is also a to-do list for me, because I have hella ADHD and get very overwhelmed without some kind of game plan.

So, to get the big thing out of the way, several characters are no longer going to exist and will have never existed. You're going to see the things on this list and go "woah, wait a minute! aren't all these guys like, super important to a bunch of things!?" and the answer is yes, but sometimes things happen in real life that affect the plot and that is just a potential consequence of working in collaboration with other people.

So, the casualties are:

Mara

Flann

Veroa

Kuroza (Fish)

Anzu

Carma and Kone

It's a lot of characters unfortunately, but we still have plenty left.

Cayenne

Bragi

Aneas

Tomor

Eugene

Mirin

Coulie

Dulze

Deeji

Letch

Mille

Mento

The character pages will be updated accordingly.

There will also be some new characters introduced in conjunction to the plot things that have been happening in the background, but I will not be elaborating on all that yet until I iron out this other stuff. But know that I am definitely looking forward to introducing you to these guys and their lovely creators!

But Kateh, I hear you ask, how are you going to have concurrent plot things going on when you have to retcon like, everything??? Well, you see, I'm basically doing my best to keep the overall trajectories of my OCs as close to the same as possible in broad strokes, even if there are different characters involved or some things just didn't happen anymore. Some characters are honestly completely unaffected by this (like Aneas, who wins by staying in his lane and loving his wife). Other characters, namely Bragi, and to a lesser degree, Tomor, need a lot of work done to fix the damage.

As for the art and writing I've uploaded, much of it is probably going to be taken down, because I don't feel comfortable having art up of characters I no longer have the rights to use for a continuity that no longer exists. Some things can be edited in small ways, and if I can salvage it, I will; plenty of other things will stay up, though the context for them is largely going to have to be rewritten to fit the new continuity. I'm definitely bummed that so much of this entire project has to be gutted, but I'm hoping to be able to slowly rebuild things going forward. Honestly not sure if it would be easier to delete and start over, but I'll try to fix things as they are before I do all that.

I do actually have some establishing comics in the works to get us all adjusted to the new vibes, so we can at least look forward to that!

Now, let's talk plot and characters. We've talked a lot about what's lost, but here's what remains.

Now, while there are still a lot of minor details to work out, the broad strokes are as follows:

Bragi's still being sent to Conton City to atone for his stinky boy crimes. However, the big difference now is that for better immersion in the mortal culture, he's staying with a host family, the already overcrowded teacakes house with Dulze and Yamcha. Deeji is his new best friend. #DeejiSupremacy

He's still going to slowly get his shit together until he's forced to confront Aneas and they reconcile. Details are still hella fuzzy as to how that goes down but Aneas and Coulie (and Eugene) remain largely unchanged. Still happily married. #FlowerBudsSupremacy

A lot of the stuff with Mento probably still happened, though the context of Mirin's existence and what led up to Mento's death is gonna have to change wildly to accommodate it. Bragi's existential crisis will definitely have to be adjusted.

The Anzu shit? Didn't happen. Bragi likely remains unstabbed, unless we find another context to stab him in. With that in mind, he's probably going to revert back to his pre-vest design because like, the whole reason for that is because he got stabbed. At least his godtube channel remains alive and shitty. Coulie can still systematically dislike all of his videos.

At the most recent point in the timeline, Bragi's at least a little more willing to open up to people he trusts because Kuroza/Fish isn't there anymore to fuck it up for him by being weird about his trauma. He's still got some trust and vulnerability issues tho.

Tomor needs an overhaul at least in terms of his own trajectory. Part of this is due to the plot things I'm sitting on, part of it is because he lost his comedic foil in the form of Fish. He will definitely continue to cause problems on purpose tho, probably with New!Mento.

The Mento with Mirin goop in her brain is still very much a thing btw. She's so silly and I love her. #MentoSupremacy

Some of this stuff is still subject to change, and whatever does change likely won't be as detailed as it used to be, but we're doing what we can. It's a hot mess right now and it's gonna take a lot of time to fix it, so uh, thanks for bearing with me 👍

[gurokichi]

Hi bon!

Sorry for not answer you yesterday, I was feeling... Bad, so, I decided to wait until I feel better to answer you.

I know sleeping is important, but I hate sleeping!, it's just that sleep make me more weak and tired, and I don't like that!, it's so frustrating for me.

Leaving that aside, I also really like the second game, but I prefer the first danganronpa more, because it's the one I'm most fond of!

And bon, i'm sorry that I wasn't there when you feel bad, I know it's not my fault, and even I have reasons for not send an ask that day, but, I can't help but feel bad, sorry Bon.

The only "good" thing that happened to me yesterday was that there were no classes, because we are finally going to have air conditioning (i write it right?), and yesterday they were putting glass in the broken windows of my classroom (because like any public school in Latam, at least one thing in the classroom has to be broken or destroyed), So today we won't have to suffer the damn heat anymore.

And btw,this has nothing to do with what I was talking about before, but do you like anime? And if so, which one is your favorite? Or at least what is one of your favorites? My favorite anime is Kimetsu no yaiba/Demon slayer! :D.

I don't know what to say anymore so for now, that's all! Xd

- Unnamed anon

Hello!! Sorry for my response taking a lil bit... I typed out a bunch, and Tumblr decided to delete it. Don't apologize, it's totally okay. You should prioritize yourself when you're feeling bad! I don't mind waiting for you. Make sure to take care of yourself <3

Awh, I'm sorry to hear that. You'd be more tired later if you didn't sleep, though! It's important to get plenty of rest.

I love both of them so much, it's honestly hard to choose between them. I recently replayed the first, and I like it a lot more now... but the second one has been my favorite for years. I can see why you'd be the most fond of the first! I definitely like the cast of that one a lot. Well, at least the window got repaired, and you have air conditioning now, yippee!! I hate summer… always too hot. Air conditioning is one of the best creations, honestly.

I do like anime! My favorites would probably have to be My Hero Academia and Seraph of the End. I’ve watched a bit of Demon Slayer, but I don’t really remember it as it was years ago. I’ve been meaning to re-watch it and catch up on what I’ve missed, actually. I’ve heard a lot of good things about it recently! Who’re your favorite characters from it?

Ehehe, alrighty! Come back soon, okay? ^^

[flbrokensoldier]

Hi, I don't know if it's possible, but how about a scenario with the Overwatch characters with an s/o, which has no face (not in the gore sense) but is literally just a black space where you can only You can see your eyes and that you usually wear a mask so as not to scare people, how would you act? (If you need more reference images let me know) the genre can be of the s/o can be at your choice.

Have a nice day/afternoon/night :D

Woah, this is definitely unique! I love the creativity but writing this kicked me in the ass so it took a while to post 😭

I love this idea though, it's very unique and out of the box!

Cole Cassidy

As a friend, he would not mind at all.

I'm fact, he'd think it's cool!

Anyone who picks on you, gets a nice introduction to Peacemaker.

He doesn't stand for anyone picking on you other than him.

Even then, if it bothers you, he doesn't continue it. He'll stop ASAP.

He loves drawing on masks you don't use anymore and accidentally makes some nice art, which you can either hang on your wall or wear it.

He loves poking the mask, as if it'll do something interesting.

He's all about physical touch, even if he is in this circumstance.

Beware of boops.

They will happen.

Can't avoid them anymore.

Mwahahaha!

NOW AS A BOYFRIEND.. He would probably be a bit upset, seeing as there's no face to kiss and this man is VERY VERY physically affectionate.

Again, he loves physical touch.

He still loves you for who you are though.

He will spoil you with kissed on the mask though, even if he gets none in return.

Be prepared for more snuggles than anyone else gets.

He loves you for who you are, remember that.

OH AND HE'S NOT AFRAID TO SHOW YOU OFF AS HIS S/O.

And he's not afraid of you, never was <3

Hanzo

Let's be honest, he'd probably be shocked and confused at first but wouldn't mind.

If anyone tried to bully you for it, they'd get an arrow at their feet.

"Next time I won't miss." Is usually what they hear after they see who shot the arrow.

He loves to decorate the masks though.

He may not say it but he's really good with art.

He paints most of your masks when they need a new paint job.

It makes him feel important so let him do that for you.

He also likes to watch over you, he realizes you are special and he feels the urge to protect.

Let him do that too, he'll feel great if you let him. <3

As an S/O he wouldn't mind at all, he'd kiss the mask regardless.

He'd do it in public too just to confuse people and get a rise out of them.

It amuses him and gives him a reason to beat them up.

Like Cassidy, he isn't scared and never was.

He treats you as if you were another person in a crowd of people.

Yet he loves you like no other.

Genji

As a friend, he was fascinated.

He could stare for hours, not to be rude though.

As being a cyborg himself, he thinks it's cool he finally has someone he can relate to. (In a sense)

He absolutely is protective of you.

He makes sure you're by his side during battles or that you're within his sight at the very least.

He would try to find an extra mask of his to give to you if you're in a tight situation and your other mask broke. (Can't tell me he don't carry spares with the amount of headshots people do)

He would have your back in that situation 100%

He would probably be the type to try and touch the nothingness, just to see if it has any feeling to it.

If you get annoyed he'll gladly stop.

Get use to cuddles. He will cuddle too, seeing as you guys can't kiss, he will cuddle.

Now as a friend he'd have your back.

Give you plenty of affirmations because he has them for himself and figures he'd share. (Which is so cute <3)

And he'd still be just as protective.

Mercy

Now Mercy, even if there is no cure, she'd help with whatever she can.

She'd probably try to see if there's a cure, not out of spite or being mean, just out of the fact that she's a doctor, she's curious and truth be told her approach about it all is super sweet.

She likes to kiss your hand as a sign of respect and love.

She will hug you a lot.

She loves watching over you in battle, your own guardian angel.

SHE WILL FLY OFF WITH YOU IF NEED BE.

If you're out in public and your mask falls for some reason or broke, she will cover for you.

Overall she's a deeply caring lady and she would literally die for you.

She also shows that she loves you by writing little letters for you before she leaves for work, or she leaves little craft things she made which are always cute and always say something super sweet.

Your room is filled with her craft pieces.

For dates, if you're comfortable you can go out in public, or stay at home watching movies or shows. Either way she's down for whatever.

She spoils you when she can, either with food, little gifts, or something you mentioned you wanted. she will remember that and she will give you whatever you wanted at that time. <3

Again, I hope you like it! I'm so sorry this took so long, also this is my first time writing for Genji, Hanzo, and Mercy! (Also Kiriko isn't in this because I couldn't think much after this.)

If this also came off offensive or aggressive apologies! 😭

Anyways ty for the request!

[isa-ghost]

honestly I think you are so awesome and deserve all good things in life and I appreciate your role in the community sm, like I think I'd stick around even if you posted about things I know nothing about because just seeing you on the dash makes me go "omg its isa!" (even when its discourse lmao)

What The Fuck this is so sweet!! ;^; 💚💚

Worry not, I'm not leaving QSMP yet. Even if it hurts. If Phil's done, I'll likely migrate to Fit for it. Provided he streams when Phil doesn't. 😅

And I'll be damned if this stops me from completing AMFMN. Apollo has hinted during a brief reading with him that he'll kick my ass. We NEED more Phil centric fics, it's half the reason I said fuck it we ball and started AMFMN to begin with. That goblin of a deity is INVESTED in the story. I think I'd get sunburn for eternity if I left it incomplete.

And I have a perhaps therapeutic idea to write Phil coming home to the Hardcore World via Rose after departing with the kids. I think I'm gonna go for it, even if it hurts to write and I cry during doing so. :p

I'm not sure what'll become of that QSMP AU I was cooking on but I don't think I'll discontinue that before it even begins either. Additionally, I've played with the idea of just. Continuing some kind of AU storyline post-AMFMN. Like writing stuff (headcanons or short story(s)) after the events of the fic. We'll see.

I've been miserable at worst and palpably sad at best the last 2 days, and we'll see what happens during and after Phil's stream today, but.. at least for now at this good hour of 10am, I'm feeling,, better-ish. Cautiously optimistic. I don't want to leave (and I especially don't want to lose the amazing mutuals and friends I've made 😭). I'm not going anywhere.

But if you're curious, here's some other interests you'll see here besides QSMP:

I'm a Phil main first and foremost. Even if he's done on QSMP, I watch every minute of EVERY stream. Hardcore my fucking beloved. I won't hesitate to start cooking up more hardcore Phil headcanons or a fic or AU.

After Phil, I watch Sneeg second most. I also watch Hermits/Lifers & friends, Ranboo (yes hello I love Genloss), Tubbo & a bunch of others. Like I said, Death Family's end on QSMP isn't my end in QSMP, nor MCYT. :)

I barely post abt it anymore bc it's more bitter than sweet for me, but DSMP will always hold a place in my heart. I'm always down to talk about it if asked.

D&D/Critical Role/Candela Obscura (I've been dual-wielding hyperfixations on Phil & CR this whole time, you'd be getting Phil & CR primarily if I fell out of QSMP for some reason)

Related, I plan on getting into Dimension 20 sometime and I also want to watch LA/NY By Night. TTRPG enjoyers that follow me will be getting FED.

I FUCKING LOVE DRAWFEE!!!

Anime!! Bungo Stray Dogs, JJK, Soul Eater, Apothecary Diaries, Frieren, and a bunch of others are my faves/current faves :)

I'm actually primarily an OC and roleplay person, it's my biggest special interest and I've been doing it for 12+ years. It's why I love mcrp so much. I'd probably post this stuff on @isas-oc-asylum and then reblog here if anyone was interested, idk. But I have an entire original world + country full of lore and characters I could talk about for eternity

I FUCKING LOVE HORROR PODCASTS. Magnus Archives & Protocol, Welcome to Night Vale, Old Gods of Appalachia!!

Veteran followers of me know I was originally a Jacksepticeye & Markiplier ego theorist blog before 2020! I have so many AUs of them and I love them still even though new content with them is slow. (I like Sanders Sides a decent amount too!)

I love talking about witchcraft!! I'm always down to infodump, answer questions, or gush about my goofy ass deity circle!! <3

Controversial (/s) but I love the Hazbin & Helluva series. I also love other indie series like Murder Drones, TADC and Lackadaisy!

I'm also slowly watching The Dragon Prince with friends!!

I've reblogged stuff plenty of times but I fucking love The Owl House & Gravity Falls

When will Arcane return from the war,,,, 😔 (soon)

I won't hesitate to plunge into the Monster Prom series deeper. Milo Belladonna and Damien LaVey my lomls I will get monsterfuckery on main I s2g

Basically... I'm a fuckin charcuterie board of interests!! Realistically, I'll still mainly be Phil/Sneeg/CR. But I'm always down to be abnormal about all that 👆🏻 and more.

If any of that interests anyone reading this, feel free to stick around. Or keep beating me with QSMP & Phil stuff in my asks. I'll still always be down to write headcanons and talk about fic stuff. I love qPhil too much to shut up forever.

And if it doesn't? Congrats, I'm also a massive shitposter. I have like 3 different tags for it. Feast your eyes upon how funny I am. It's like the one thing I'm confident in about myself, I'm fucking hilarious.

Honest Opinion Anon Asks

[demonprincezeldris]

More pirate au :D

So, Zaratras and Baltra get Meliodas out of the hole. They ask why he was in there in the first place, if he was chased or something and Meliodas, not wanting to be suspicious by not telling them anything, told them what happened, how the village chased him out and how he hid here so they wouldn't find him. When they asked his name, Meliodas stuttered out "Me-... Mel... dor...".

As they talked, Zaratras and Baltra gave Meliodas medical attention, properly disinfecting the bullet wound in his shoulder and the other nicks and bandaging them. His legs were mostly fine, but his shins and calves were plenty scratched up, so much that they were bleeding and painful to walk with. But not impossible. Which Meliodas emphasized as he got up and attempted to walk on his own only to heavily support himself on the next tree (they were still in the forest). And sure, it wasn't impossible, but it was obviously extremely painful, especially now that he wasn't pumped up on adrenaline anymore, and his wounds would get worse, if not infected.

Not willing to take the risk, despite the blondes protests, Zaratras scooped him up and seated him on his horse (they came with horses, due to how far into the land it was, and with Liones being the only military base around, they were also in charge of the surrounding land. I guess.)

Having been a pirate, Meliodas had never ridden a horse before, but he had seen them plenty of times. He knew that, if spooked, a horse could quickly turn dangerous, so he clung to the saddle until his knuckles turned white and didn't let go. He was even relieved when Zaratras got on behind him and took the reigns.

"Relax, Meldor, the horse won't hurt you", Zaratras tried to calm the boy down, but he didn't seem to listen. "Is everything okay?" asked Baltra, who had climbed his own horse by now. "Yeah, I think the boy is just nervous", Zaratras whispered to Baltra. Normally, Meliodas would have heavily protested such an accusation, but in this case, he really was too nervous to say much of anything.

Zaratras held Meliodas with one arm as they set off and he clung to the silver haired man, taking deep breaths as he tried his best to stay calm. The horse, by the way, wasn't bothered by him in the slighest.

And so they trotted back to Liones. Baltra occasionally looked over to the two and couldn't help but smile at how tightly the boy clung to Zaratras, especially after they could barely get him out of the hole under the tree.

They arrived rather late into the night, so the city streets were mostly empty, aside from the odd drunkard. Meliodas had calmed down a little after a while in the saddle and was looking around in awe (although he was still pretty stiff). When they arrived at the actual base though, he clutched his bag close to himself, hiding behind it a little when they crossed the guards.

Finally, they stopped near the stables and got off the horses. Meliodas breathed a sigh of relief after Zaratras lifted him off and the horses were taken in by the stable guys. "See, that wasn't so scary, was it, Meldor?" Zaratras told Meliodas, still holding him. "N-No...", Meliodas answered. 'It was terrifying', he thought. "Let's head to the medical wing", Baltra suggested. "Your wounds need more tending to if we don't want them to get infected."

~On the way to the medical wing~ "You can set me down now, my legs already feel much better", Meliodas told Zaratras. "I can go on my own, too... I'm sure you two would like to go to bed."

"Perhaps so, but I'd prefer to accompany you anyway, Meldor", Baltra responded. "Your wounds were pretty grave."

'Since when are marines so damn caring?', Meliodas thought to himself. He had planned to get away and sneak out before they reached the medical wing and someone would remember him. Although he could see their reasoning. His legs did feel better, but he wouldn't be able to walk with them for long just yet. "Alright then, suit yourselves, I guess..."

They reached the medical wing and the night staff took care of Meliodas' injuries, including finally extracting the bullet from his shoulder. Only when he laid on the bed afterwards, did Meliodas notice how tired he was. He contemplated getting out after Zaratras and Baltra were gone, but quickly trashed that idea. He'd get caught in no time with all the guards patrolling the base at night. He had no choice but to keep pretending to be Meldor.

As the staff helped wrap Meliodas' wound, Meliodas pondered. How long could he really get away with this facade, before they caught on that his real name was Meliodas?

If he ran away now, he would most likely get questioned as to why he was running away. As if he had something to hide that he didn't want them knowing about. He would look guilty.

He would have to stay as Meldor for now. Even if these were his enemies, it was the safest place he could be as of this moment. As long as they believed he was Meldor instead of an infamous pirate, he was safe.

[haldenlith]

Actually, you know what, I am going to grab this in the form of a second reblog and ramble my thoughts on each one, because fuck it, why not. Someone else might find it fascinating.

So, like I said in tags in a previous reblog: there's catches/drawbacks to all of these. Yes, all of them, even the Classic one.

(Cutting for length, because I know Tumblr doesn't always truncate long posts. Also because I'm sure not everyone is weird like me.)

Classic: Never aging, never dying, no illness. You live in perpetuity. Forever. And ever. And ever. Cities rise and fall. Civilizations pass you by. Loved ones come and go. Everything is fleeting. Nothing is permanent because you will always outlive it by virtue of being truly, utterly immortal. A fixed point that never changes. Time loses its meaning when it has no gravity. And assuming you're the only one? No one understands you. The breadth of what you've seen, what you know, what you've lived. No one can ever understand. No one ever will. What comes to mind is like... more eldritch existential horror. Things tend to get weird and maddening when nothing really matters anymore. (That said, this was still my choice, because it's still the "safest" choice, even if existentially I'd argue it's like... second worst.)

Disclaimer: Yeah, I realize this whole issue can potentially apply to the other options, because it deals with the very nature and drawback of immortality itself. The big difference is I'm assuming here that we're dealing with true immortality, true imperviousness to EVERYTHING, and with it comes, well, "no takes backsies". You don't get to be mortal again. You're stuck with it. A lot of the other options have an "out". Vampires can still die (via various methods), you can chose to not keep eating the Immortality Food, etcetera... I suppose the Phoenix and potentially Regeneration are the only other ones also stuck with this existential "forever existing" thing. Well, and Time Loop, but I'm about to get to that one in a second, since it's a little different.

Time Loop: "Some say it loops forever, this road that I lose you on everytime~." This one is the actual worst existentially. Again, weird shit can happen with the mind/psyche when things stop mattering and time loses its meaning, but in an entirely different (though similar) sense here. Being stuck in a loop means every day (or whatever) is the same. Forever. No matter what you do. Your choices no longer matter. Sure, maybe it'll be fun, at first, but eventually you'll want something different. And then, then the loop becomes you trying to break the loop. Over, and over, and over. Who knows what unspeakable things you'll be driven to, for the sake of trying to find a crack, a fault in the loop. How many cycles of the loop until you break?

Vampire: I mean, this one really depends on what "brand" of vampire we're talking, because boy howdy there are a plethora of "types" of vampires, all with their own problems. Are you the kind of vampire a la Vampire: The Masquerade? Then not only do you have to deal with the sunlight issue, but you get to roll the dice on having your own unique set of flaws unique to your bloodline, all dependent on whoever "turned" you. Or are you a more "classic" vampire, like what we see in D&D (or, more recently, Baldur's Gate 3). You can't go into houses without an invitation, and running water is harmful to you. All of those drawbacks aside, there's also the case of dealing with vampire society, which is true for pretty much any brand of vampire you go with. And, honestly, is just our usual societal woes upgraded with shiny fangs. Astarion puts it best: the biggest threat to a vampire, is another vampire. Have fun watching your back for the rest of your psuedo-immortal life.

Norse God: The immediate drawback is the question of just how plentiful is this immortality-imbuing food? And how often must you consume it? Are we talking one and done like I think the peaches(?) in The Heavenly Kingdom, like what made The Monkey King Wukong immortal? (I could be horribly misremembering that myth, but you get the idea.) Or... what? Like obviously, the worst drawback is what if the food runs out? Immortality over. But then what happens when the immortality "runs out"? Does your body just pick up where it left off when you ate the food? Or do you rapidly age to "catch up"? And then, then what about the other people you're competing with for the food? What happens then if it becomes scarce? Rationing? Waging wars? Capitalism? It's never good when your immortality hinges on one thing, because then your life becomes the securing of that thing, in some manner.

Phoenix: On one immediate hand, there's the aspect of popping back as an annoyance, in the "well shit, now I'm a baby again, now I get to deal with this shit again". That one's obvious, but what about other little quirks? Do you spontaneously combust and rebirth? Or does it only kick in when you die? And then, what happens if your reborn baby self dies? Are you then caught in a discount time loop? And, worse, if you're still yourself but trapped in a new cycle, you get to have people who aren't In The Know about you treating you like you've lost your marbles. What's this ten-year-old talking about? Acting like they know shit? I mean, we get a little snippet of this as a sort of ongoing joke with Five in Umbrella Academy. People who don't know he's actually an old man in a teen's body treat him like he's crazy or weird.

Reincarnation: Being someone that plays and is familiar with the lore of Destiny 2 makes this one an interesting choice, even if I didn't choose it. Mainly because there's a character who has to deal sort of with reincarnation, in a sense. I won't go real into it, because I could ramble about him for hours, (I believe the kids would say he is my "blorbo"), but long story short he was first royalty and well known in his past life, then did something pretty fucking awful (like commit genocide awful), then died, then came back to life but with no memory of his past life, but still had to deal with the shadow of who he was. I feel like that would apply to reincarnation in a sense, if you have the same soul. Even D&D elves (now) kinda deal with it. There's that echo that haunts you, that you kind of have to deal with, without having the whole picture. Which then raises the question: do you go digging? And what do you do when you find out? And, furthermore, was that you? Are you the same person? Really? Which, I suppose calls into question -- is this really immortality? Especially if you have no memory at all of who you were? I guess the drawback here is the question of what makes you, well, you. Is it your soul, or your lived experiences? And what happens when the "past yous" actions affect "current you"?

Undead: The easiest, most cut and dry one, because "vampire" and "spirit" are already separate on the list, which means most likely means "undead like a zombie" or adjacent (lich, mummy, etcetera). The drawback is obvious: you're a corpse, probably a rotting one. Without some significant upkeep, you're probably hideous, smell awful, and potentially can't do a lot of things. Granted, to some people, none of that is a dealbreaker.

Spirit: The other easy one. Hell, it's right in the poll option -- you don't have a corporeal form. Well, okay, there's a secondary catch: potentially there exists a way to be captured/trapped, or exorcised. Neither is great. Thinking about it, there's a third catch, actually: potentially being stuck somewhere. Are you tethered to a specific location that you're haunting? Or can you leave? The big standout thing to me here is that you're trading off a lot of agency and freedom for pseudo-immortality and the ability to scare the shit out of someone.

Regeneration: *holds up Deadpool* Exhibit A why this can backfire on you. Sure, his regeneration factor makes him effectively immortal, but it also extends to other unpleasant shit, like his cancer. Hell, that aside, even the mechanics of your regeneration could end up a drawback. Do you regen the same every time? Or does it change? Morph? Meld? If you die enough, do you become some strange undying flesh horror? Constantly regenerating, but unrecognizable as a person, hideous and wrong? And what about your nerves? Do they come back right? Or do they eventually regenerate wrong? Are you in pain all the time? Do you become trapped in a fresh new immortal hell that is your undying body?

Cryogenics: So much can go wrong. So, so much. There could be a mechanical failure, and you either (hopefully) defrost early and wake up, or you die in your sleep. Whatever/whoever is supposed to be watching over your frozen self could decide they have other ideas of what to do with you, anything from the unsavory and rapey, to experimentation, to ransoming you, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. You're unconscious and on ice. Assuming none of those awful scenarios happen, there's also whenever you do get thawed out. What world will you be waking up to? Will there be a world to wake up to? How do you adapt to a world that has moved on without you? Worse, you're no longer immortal once you come off the ice. It's a little like having a chunk of the problems Classic Immortality grants, but with none of the boons of being impervious and actually immortal, and honestly with less of the agency, because in the end it really comes down to gambling your life on something else, hoping everything goes according to plan.

Uploaded/Digitized: We have quite a few different pieces of media exploring why this tends to be a bad idea, as cool sounding as it is. It hits the same flaw as with cryogenics -- the danger of technical failure -- while also hitting on the existential questions of reincarnation, the "what makes you you" question. SOMA hits on this pretty well, on multiple occasions, as does the show "Altered Carbon", because a new problem also arises from being "uploaded" -- what happens to you if the current you is still alive? Are they both you? As many problems I have with Cyberpunk2077, they also hit on a different note (that is again similar to the cryogenics issue): you're also surrendering a lot of your agency, and all things depending, you could end up just a "product", digitized, bought, and sold like a trendy piece of software, owned by some big corporation. "Immortality" becomes a commodity. Hell, in an ultra capitalist hellscape, only the rich and powerful get to actually enjoy immortality, truly and freely. (Again, Altered Carbon and CP2077 both explore this.)

Remembered: Oh, this was the one I was really wanting to get to, because this one is juicy in how wrong it can go, because of the nature of it. Even if we look at it magically, it's fascinating. (Magically it would work, I think, like how the Guardians [of Childhood] movie/series (I know it's also a book series, though I've only seen the movie) work in that you exist so long as someone remembers/believes in you.) Your "immortality" only lasts as long as you are remembered, first off. A legacy is only as good as its lasting power. When there is no one to remember you, then you are gone to time, forgotten and lost. "But what if someone discovers momentos and relics of me?" Ah, what if. What if they misinterpret your legacy? What if they take you and twist your memory? Break it down and warp it? Make you the Devil himself? And if there's no one to prove these misinterpretations of your legacy wrong... Sure, you live on again, perhaps, but at what cost? And are they remembering you, or some made up idea of you? Is it even your legacy anymore? Or is it a stranger with your name? And the real you is lost?

Like you never existed at all?

Of course, maybe nothing goes wrong in any of these. I'm sure it'll be fine. 😃

A poll because I can

Reblog for sample size :3

[shadowmaat]

dis-Unity

I've been watching the Unity disaster unfold in morbid fascination. It's been a troubling trend lately to see CEOs who are so entirely focused on the chance at short-term profits that they ignore the bigger picture, all the warnings from their staffers, and, frankly, reality itself.

Say what you will about the head-up-the-ass stupidity of tumblr's latest desperate attempts to generate money (I've had plenty to say, myself), but at least Muskenweg's decision-making isn't as catastrophically company-ending as Riccitiello's latest effort.

The rushed announcement- and predictable immediate backpedaling- is reminiscent of what we saw with Wizards of the Coast. There is no thinking in these decisions and it's incredibly frustrating to watch from afar.

Anyone with two brain cells to rub together could have pointed out the flaws in the plans for D&D, Unity, Twitter, and Tumblr, and anyone with knowledge of those companies/industries could provide detailed lists of "why this is a terrible choice that should never be implemented."

Unfortunately CEOs don't use brain cells, they use money; rubbing two coins together produces the sound of MORE MONEY and that's all they care about. They exist in a bubble outside of reality and make their decisions within it. And when that bubble gets pushed into the real world and immediately pops, well, who could possibly have predicted that would happen??

I've seen corporate-types suggest that despite the flaws with roll-out, Unity still stands to make a profit from this. I'm... skeptical but curious. Riccitiello has destroyed the company's credibility. Good will has been voided out. No one trusts them anymore. Some devs are locked into using the engine on their upcoming games because they're too far into the process to back out. Other devs are saying "fuck it" and planning to rebuild on other engines. I've seen a few imply that they'll flat-out remove their existing games before the deadline so they don't rack up fees.

From the angles I've been able to find, Unity has nuked itself. Whether or not they manage to scrape together some short-term profits, in the long run it could kill the company. Which is probably fine for the top brass since they'll cut massive checks for themselves, but anyone below the Elite Class is going to be royally fucked.

I've heard that employees are already abandoning ship, and TBH I think they're just saving Unity the trouble of firing them. I see mass layoffs in the near future as Unity tries to make a profit. After all, why have pesky humans around when you can whip up some algorithms to do everything for you? I'm pretty sure that's their grand plan for how they plan to choose who gets charged what, anyway. This'll just streamline things more and cut out the pesky naysayers warning of disaster.

Quite a few of the games I play run on Unity and I have full sympathy for the smaller devs who are going to be affected (and possibly destroyed) by this. Whatever the end result will be, it's a guarantee that everyone except the top brass is going to suffer.

[dangerous-fellowz]

zombie infested romantic walk with lawrence

mainly fluff and comedy tbh, however tw for mentions of death in a joke.

it was a casual monday evening, and you wanted to stretch your legs for a bit. so you ask lawrence if he wants to go on a stroll, march, prowl, promenade, hot girl walk, whatever he wishes to call it, you just want out of the house.

"promenade? are you bored enough to start reading the dictionary?" he asks, turning to you in his spinny desk chair.

you correct him and say you've been reading the thesaurus. which he rolls his eyes at in an amused fashion.

"ok, ok, sure. i'm almost finished writing the meal plan for this week anyways."

he gets up and pushes the chair in, before putting on the jacket you hate so much with its horrible orange color. you just slide on your shoes and reach your hand out for him to take.

he grabs both it and the safety kit as you both head out the door. you both bask in the setting sun like vitamin d deprived dogs. it was comfortable out, a nice breeze ruffling your lovers hair.

it feels so nice to just be you and him, the zombies don't count as people. they are simply background noise to the day. this has become your normal. dare you even say you are no longer surviving, but instead, thriving. life has never been better for you both, even if you do still mourn the ones you've lost (which you are alone in.)

lawrence points to an old drug store, that looks free of zombies. "do you want to do some shopping?"

"oh but, i don't know if i can afford it right now. everything is so expensive anymore!" you say jokingly, which goes right over his head.

he tilts his head like a puppy, smiling gently with his eyebrows knit together. "but... its free. we liv-"

"i'm going to steal it all." you threaten.

well now he looks concerned. "i mean really its foraging because we don't really have anyone to pay, let alone an economy to-"

"lawrence i'm so excited to steal all the lipgloss. all. the. gloss." you continue, which makes him catch onto the joke.

"well, the only thing you stole so far was, my heart." lawrence said, with an goofy grin. he wasn't good at this, but it made you love him more.

you both walked inside, picking up items and pretending as if times were normal. trying on those cheap sun glasses, lawrence picking you out a really sweet card, picking out nail polish for each other, lawrence putting an annoying toy on the top shelf so you can't reach it. you know. zombie date things.

you two reach the lip product area, and you pick up an shade of bright pink lip gloss. you turn to lawrence and say, "you know. scharlette did look drop dead gorgeous in this color."

which makes lawrence laugh so hard he has to sit down. yandere humor is typically a big hit or miss with him. this time it was an home run though.

when he collects himself he picks up an pastel pink tinted lip stick. "when i was young, i'd play with my mothers make up. i don't know why, i guess i wanted to be pretty." he says with an shrug.

you are pocketing different shiny glosses and just say, "yeah no, i can see that for you." and simply nothing more, which gives him an mini crisis before he notices hello kitty bandaids near by.

he stocks them in the safety kit, which now held: a knife, rubbing alcohol, some snacks, a note lawrence left you about how to clean a wound that was oddly lovey dovey, a lighter, plenty of water, and now cute bandaids. "lets head home before it gets too dark." he suggests, packing it up carefully.

you poke his cheek and smirk, "oh, is it grandpa hours? time to sleep the second the sun sets?" you ask, before he kisses your cheek.

"is it so bad to want to cuddle up next to my partner?" lawrence asked with a playful huff.

you blankly look at him. "you're just tired of holding the bag, huh?"

he looks away. "...no." so yes. you grab it as you two walk home.

the zombies are just background music to you two wandering back home. life may not be normal, but you both found a love that doesn't require a normal life. it's perfect just the way it is.

[ryanlockheart]

keegan and zeke may have been worlds apart, but there was no doubt there was a connection between them both. sure, keegan loved the money and the prestige at his fingertips, but none of it compared to that rush he got when he was pressing zeke up against the wall. he would've risked it all for him without a second thought... but zeke was clueless to that because, in typical keegan fashion, he kept that secret close to his chest — out of fear of not getting his way for once. bringing landon in the fold was a bold move but a welcome one. if zeke wanted to be shared, keegan would never be able to object... not when he'd had his own fantasies about landon himself. "ya think we broke your daddy?" questioned landon with a slight chuckle. he barely recognized his step-brother. he was used to that cocky smirk and arrogant air about him; seeing him so subservient and desperate was enough to make his cock ache. "i'm gonna pound him so hard he's pissin' all over himself. 'm gonna get him so fucked out and delirious, he'll be beggin' us to turn him into a little freeuse cumdump." keegan was too lost in his sweaty feet to pull away and answer with his affirmations... but when he heard zeke's tender voice, he pulled himself away from landon's irresistible feet. "'s plenty of time for that still... can pretend," keegan said, his voice full of grovel and lust. "i'd bust in a heartbeat, baby. 'd be all sloppy and gapin' — fuck. i could bust just thinkin' about it." "whatever you want, baby girl," landon replied with a smug smirk. "how about this? we're gonna get him a real cute cage for his cock since he won't be usin' it anymore. he'll never be able to get off to 'em again without us knowin'... and maybe i'll just gag 'em with those socks while i make him watch me turn your pussy out." keegan never thought he'd be so turned on with tables turned on him, but his cock was aching and twitching as the two laid their sordid fantasies out. "'d deserve it!" he chirped, his face slick with his own saliva and landon's sweat. "god, you're in love with his feet and his cock, and you've barely even gotten a taste," keegan whined. "my cock's not gonna do it for you anymore, 's it? are you even gonna let me touch you?" "not unless we're feelin' nice," landon chuckled, a dark glint in his brown eyes. keegan was a mess. his untouched cock was dripping pre-cum all over the floor steadily. he was making such a mess, and he didn't care who saw. keegan's doe eyes peered up at the sight before him — landon getting ready to dive headfirst into those curves that he'd once called his own. "n-no... i wanna drink his piss," keegan decided. "i wanna show him he's a real man, that 'm his little slut. 've gotta prove it. i want him to wreck my cunt and then take a leak in m'mouth... a-and i want you to watch and tell me how much a fag i am, zeke. you two own me."

landon was clearly proud of himself, given the grin stretched across his face. keegan was too blissed out to think about anything other than landon or zeke. he was in heaven, and he was practically drooling at the mouth at the sight unfolding before him. "'m addicted. think i could get off on just feet and be happy. god, 'm such a faggot," keegan groaned out. landon's chiseled face was planted firmly between those two round globes. his tongue was languidly lapping at that tight pink pucker. the tip dove past the tight rink of muscle, angled upward to find that spot that would make zeke's toes curl in pleasure. "you love his tongue, don't you? god, are you gonna cum off his tongue?" keegan questioned, his face flushed bright red. he was between landon's meaty thighs then, looking up at zeke. he and landon were in full control of keegan. he was theirs to use for their own pleasure. "wanna taste his hole. bet 's sweaty and tight. 'd get my tongue up there, and i'll give daddy the orgasm of a lifetime," assured keegan with a smirk. given his orders, keegan's tongue stretched out and drug itself against his brother's sweaty sac. his eyes rolled back into his head. keegan took one of his balls between his lips sucking at the flesh gently. keegan couldn't help but moan out in pleasure, sending vibrations around the sensitive skin. before keegan knew it — or could stop it — white ropes were flying from his cock onto the floor without warning. all he could do was whine and moan, even if he'd been disobedient.

zeke had never felt the need to define their relationship. he knew that he wasn't the kind of boy to bring home to mom. he worked a dead end job and lived in an old motor home; he had a pink buzzcut and came from no significant wealth. the waring family wouldn't accept him how he was, and zeke wouldn't change for anyone. still, zeke had never strayed. they weren't exclusive, but they might as well have been with how loyal zeke remained. inviting landon into their arrangement was a risk, a big one, but he hoped it would bring forward some much needed clarification.

"can't wait to see you fuck his little pussy, daddy," giggled zeke. "look at him, he's needed someone to turn him into a little faggot for the longest time, hasn't he?" zeke could only imagine the thoughts running through keegan's mind. he had always been obedient, listening to keegan's every word as though it was gospel— landon was bringing out a brand new side of him, too. "i'm just disappointed that i didn't get to him before he got to us. bet you would'a loved walking in on him fucking me behind your back, y'little cuck," he said mischievously. "bet you'd be able to shoot your load just from seeing my hole all stretched out and cummy, huh?"

"y'know what— now that i think about it, you should have shared those socks with me," said zeke, brow furrowed. "i think you should punish him for being such a selfish whore, daddy. y'should get real creative with it, too." zeke was, maybe more than anyone, excited about all of the things they could get into together. he made a mental note to buy one of those double-ended dildos landon was talking about. "yeah, baby— every time y'fucked me, every time i worshipped your feet... i've been thinking about him, and it makes me cum so hard," he admitted, patting keegan on the cheek. it wasn't totally true, but keegan didn't need to know that. "i like your cock, but... i just knew that landon could fuck me better. that his feet would cover my whole face— and now, you're gonna watch while he ruins my tight little pussy. maybe i'll let you lick my feet while he does it."

zeke jiggled his curves in landon's face, tempting the older boy into having a taste. "he's never gonna use that pathetic little cock of his again, is he?" snickered zeke. he eyed keegan curiously, just to see if his words had any affect on his lover. zeke could hardly believe the formerly dominant boy was even letting all of it go down. "don't worry, daddy. we won't stop until you're covering our faces in your nut," he promised. "we're gonna look so pretty, aren't we keegs? faces painted in daddy's cum— maybe i'll tell him to piss on us while we make out after."

"that's right, keegs. you're daddy's little faggot," zeke giggled, brushing a strand of hair from keegan's forehead. "you loved those feet, didn't you? i can see it all over your face... you'll never be the same again." zeke yelped as landon's face pushed between his cheeks, hungry tongue feasting on his pink rim like it was his last meal. "oh— oh fuck, keegs. i think your brother really likes my pussy," he moaned. "eat that slutty pussy, daddy. get it ready for your cock— fuck, oh my god. y'should take notes, keegs." zeke's greedy hands worked landon's cock, watching as it grew harder in his grasp. he pressed a sloppy kiss to the top, maintaining eye contact with keegan as he whimpered at the taste. "look at that, baby— y'used to be a man, used to fuck my little cunt. now you're reduced to cleaning your brother's sweaty balls... maybe he'll let you worship his hole, too. bet it's pretty," zeke teased. "want you to stuff your mouth full of 'em, then you can join me up here."

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Sleepovers Aren't Always One Night

🐸 anon asked me for a part 2 to The World's Weirdest Sleepover I wasn't totally sure what to do, but slow day at work and I'm happy to deliver

Sleepovers Aren't Always One Night

You were comfortable, too comfortable. You snapped open your eyes terrified to see the huge chest in front of you. The fingers around you felt like a cage. You started to panic and those immovable columns came closer. A scream died in your throat as you looked up to the face of the human holding you.

"Are you alright?" They asked. Their voice was thick with sleep. Dark eyes barely aware that slowly seemed to wake up. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You were frozen as they moved you from their chest. Your brain was fuzzy. You were warm and cold all at once. Sleeping in the human's hold was starting to feel better. Those eyes were alert now, but filled with worry.

"D-don't-" you tried. Your throat hurt, as though you had nothing to drink for days. The human moved you closer, pressed your face to their lips. You tried to push away, but your body wouldn't move.

"You're warm, probably too warm," they whispered. Their breath washed over you feeling weirdly good. The human pulled you away to look at you, concern on their face so clearly overwhelming.

They moved you again, holding you to their chest. You listened to the racing heart beneath the wall of skin. You couldn't understand why they would be like this, you were getting tired. You felt like this recently. Like it would be easier to sleep. You went to someone you could trust before you did that though. That was for a you that was more awake to think about. The human already caught you there wasn't a reason to fight off this feeling.

"Shit, shit, shit," the human was cursing. You could barely remember what happened. Your body was aching, had they done that? You couldn't stop a groan that made your throat burn. 

"What's wrong?" You croaked. The human was hovering above you immediately, it was almost a relief. It felt like that dream from the night that it was too cold came back.

"You're awake." They smiled, it felt calming and terrifying all at once. You tried to sit up, but huge fingers were next to you as you started to move. "Take it easy, it seems like you have a bad fever. Guess we couldn't get through the cold with no consequences. Let me help you up ok?"

You nodded, expecting fingers to pull you up. Instead they just hovered nearby waiting. You started to pull yourself up, the huge fingertips merely pressed against you to help lift you up. A few fingers sat behind you leaving you leaning back. Sitting up was hard. The human brought over something else and left it near you. They dipped a spoon into it and brought it close.

"You have to drink something, can you manage it?" They asked. You felt your throat burn when you swallowed, you had to manage it. You shuffled a bit to sit up straighter before leaning towards the spoon. You slowly lifted an arm to scoop some of the liquid to your lips. The second it hit your throat you became greedy taking all you could. "Hey it's ok to take it slow. There's plenty, it's not going away."

You nodded as they spoke. The dreamy night in the cold had nothing on this. Your mind was making this human too kind, it would hurt when you woke up alone. You took slower drinks until you couldn't stomach anymore. The human put the spoon in the larger object and left it alone.

"Can you tell me how you're feeling? You're still really warm, but anything else?" They asked. Their voice sounded frazzled. You never heard the human like this in all the years you lived with them. Your imagination was too good it seemed.

"Throat hurts, head fuzzy… sad," you murmured. It was easier to talk now. The not quite water helped a lot. The human furrowed their brows, it looked a bit funny to you.

"Why are you sad?" Their voice was quieter than you remember ever hearing it. You knew it was a dream, but it felt nice having your imaginary human care so much. You were feeling tired again, your dream would keep you safe.

"This is a dream, I'll wake up alone again." You didn't have anything to hide from your own dream. The human's face softened before they placed a hand flat next to you.

"Then let's keep you comfortable in this dream, ok?"

You smiled and climbed on the offered hand. You knew even in a dream you should be cautious, but this human was taking care of you. It was ok to let go and live in a dream sometimes, wasn't it? Their hand was warm, you nearly collapsed into it. Their fingers longer than you folded over you to keep you shielded from the world.

"Get some rest, I'll keep the dream going for as long as you want," they whispered. You smiled and curled up a bit tighter under their fingers.

"Thank you…" you said.

The next day you had similar interactions. You'd wake up and this vivid dream would help you. They gave you warm food and something they said should help. They let you stay in their hand the whole time. You wondered if human hands could really be quite so soft.

It was the third day that you woke up with a clearer mind. You could recall the blissful dream of someone taking care of you, no worry that you were burdening someone. That someone was in danger for you. You wished it could be real, but you hadn't spoken to the human since the breakfast after the sleepover.

You started to sit up, freezing at the feeling around you. It was softer than anything in your home. You slowly looked around to truly take in your surroundings. You were in the human's room again, on their bed. You jumped up causing a wave of dizziness. You tried to push it aside.

You had to get down, but you didn't have your things. You looked around, there was nothing to help you get down close by. You stumbled towards the edge, hoping for something soft on the floor.

You were knocked off your feet by the tremors around the house. They were light, but you were in no condition to stand your ground. You looked up, finding the door of the room wide open. The human had to be coming back. You tried to rush back to the spot you woke up, but the growing tremors made it hard.

You were forced to sit and stare at the door as the towering form walked in. The dark eyes found you immediately. That just made the human move faster and come closer. Their steps made you bounce, you were only more scared now. The human fell in front of you, this time launching you up. Their hand caught you, there was no escape.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize I did that when moving around," they said. You tried not to show how scared you were, they seemed to know anyway. "Don't worry, I'm just a dream right? I won't hurt you."

"Wh-what?!" You yelled. That… that was what the human you imagined said. The one who had taken care of you. Their eyes widened before they slowly lowered their hand. They bypassed the bed and went straight to the floor. You knew they were angry and didn't try to run once their fingers flattened.

"That reaction makes me think you're feeling a lot better, you don't have to stay here. I don't think you brought anything with you the other night, but if I'm wrong just let me know." They had a sad smile. You didn't understand, they should be annoyed. Getting sick brought trouble and they even stayed with you for so long.

"I-I'm sorry, it won't happen again!" You tried to hop to your feet, but a new wave of dizziness had you falling back down. The dark eyes filled with worry came close, but their hand stayed firmly on the ground. You could leave.

"You got sick, it's ok to need some help. Honestly I'm glad you asked for a sleepover before it got that bad. I couldn't really take your temperature, but you were burning."

You didn't remember asking to sleep with them. The last thing you really remembered was feeling too warm in your home. You couldn't imagine why you would have come here. Unless it was that safe feeling, a hope it would happen again. The pad of one of their fingers brushed against your face.

"Are you sure you're alright to go back? I'm still worried, it seems like your fever just broke," they said. You looked past their finger to their eyes dripping with worry. You shook your head.

"I… I'm not sure. Getting sick can usually be a death sentence, especially like that. I don't even remember coming to you," you admitted. 

You expected the human to dump you off their hand. You had burdened them for days, and now admitted it's because you were weak. The hand holding you moved up quickly yet carefully. You were pressed against their chest, a dull thud beneath you. Faintly you remembered the sound of it racing, the fear from somewhere you couldn't place.

"It doesn't have to be anymore. You weren't a burden, I was happy to take care of you," they said. Their voice sounded different, like it was shattering. "I'll be honest, when I woke up and you were looking up at me terrified I thought I'd hurt you. When I brought you close and felt your fever I thought the world would shatter. I didn't want to lose you when I only just got to talk to you."

The human let out a shaky sigh. The sound felt painful to hear again. You could remember the tear stained face and pain they were barely letting out when you last heard it. You never learned why they were like that, but you did break a rule that day. You'd stolen an extra paper star they made a long time ago. You left it somewhere they'd find it, the smile when they did made the risk worth it.

"I… thank you for taking care of me, is it ok if I come back if I get sick again?" You asked. Your own voice was almost too quiet. The thudding heart picked up and the human pulled you away. You were left staring at their face with tears rolling down their cheeks. They smiled through them, they smiled at you.

"I thought I'd have to ask for you to trust me like that again," they smiled. They leaned forward and pressed their forehead against you. It was unbelievable how all encompassing they were when mixed with the kindness they continued to show you. "Please let me help you whenever you need it, I want to know you."

"...ok… I want to know you too…" The human moved again, pulling you down. They held you close and that heartbeat filled your ears. This time you even caught the smell of their soap as they only held you more firmly. You didn't feel like those impossible fingers would get tighter, that they would hurt you.

"Thank you…"