#Look who's gone and done it again

[deeprockrivals]

Chapter 4

A Chitinous Cacophony

Empty shells fell from Gunners gun as he fired into a wall of glyphid grunts. The grunts couldn't get closer than a few metres from him before being blown away. "Hahaha! Eat lead you 8-legged freaks!" he shouted as he mowed down more and more grunts. A grunt slasher was sneaking up behind Engi though as it was about to attack it's face met Drillers pickaxe. "Woah! That one near had me!" he gasped. "Great lookin out Driller!" Driller gave Engi a reassuring nod before turning around and setting fire to everything in his path.

Jeremy stood terrified shooting Mactera from the air. His training prepared him for moments like this. But still he couldn't think straight. He was on the edge of a panic attack when he heard Gunner shouting. "Ach! Dammed guns overheated!" he yelled as the swarm descend on him. Driller immediately ran to Gunner who was wrestling with a grunt guard and tore it off him. Jeremy ran over to them. "You ok Gunner?" he asked frantically. "Yeah! Drillers got our backs as usual" he responded.

As the team were distracted the bugs had advanced extremely close to them. Driller stood his ground, shredding any bug that got too close as the rest of the team retreated slightly. "Focus fire on the front of the swarm! They're too close!" Yelled Gunner. Suddenly Jeremy felt every hair on the back of his neck stand on end. "Look out!" he yelled as not a moment later a cave leech grabbed Engi and lifted him in the air. "Engi!" Jeremy yelled using his grapple to grab onto Engi. Gunner ran over to Jeremy throwing his bubble sheild to the ground. "Eat this meatball!" he shouted at the cave leech as he opened fire. The cave leech dropped Engi to ground and Driller caught him. "Phew! I was nearly a goner!" he exclaimed. Gunner turned to Driller. "Driller, show em some fireworks!" Driller clasped his hands together in excitement before pulling out a satchel charge and casting it into the swarm. Jeremy watched Gunner and Engi plug their ears and he did the same. Driller clicked the his detenator and the swarm erupted into flame and screeches. Bits of bug flew in every direction. As the dust cleared few grunts were seen retreating into smaller caverns.

Gunner smiled. "Heh, not bad for a newbie." said Gunner as he punched Jeremy's shoulder. "Really?" asked Jeremy. "Course! Quick thinking with yer grapple." Gunner replied. Jeremy was extremely happy, he was expecting Gunner to be alot harsher on him. "Thanks Gunner!" he beamed. "Told ya" Engi whispered loudly in Jeremy's ear. "Yeah yeah Engi, I can still hear you!" retorted Gunner. "Oh, sorry! Thought you'd have lost your hearing by now old man!" Joked Engi.

As Jeremy, Engi and Gunner were laughing, Driller clapped his hands twice loudly. "What is it Driller?" asked Engi. Driller pointed towards a bend in the cave, a faint orange glow radiating from around the corner. "That must be the facility!" exclaimed Jeremy. "Let's go check it out" replied Gunner. The team began towards the glow and as they rounded the corner they saw an unbelievable sight. A gigantic cavern, it's walls covered in mine shafts. Robotic prospectors were making their way back and forth from the shafts to the enormous facility at the caverns centre. It reached upwards farther than the eye could see. The boys took cover behind a ridge, peering over at the facility. "What is all this?" asked Jeremy. "What is it!? It's bigger than the bloody space rig is what it is!" replied Gunner. Engi stared at the facility. "Well I know one thing." said Engi "This definitely isn't good."

To be continued...

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[jellydragons]

been watching a lot of hermitcraft recently and am happy to report that i am hopelessly endeared by these little goobers 💕 they’re like bugs to me

close ups under the cut!

gonna be real this was absolutely just me taking the opportunity to get my grubby lil mitts all up in their character designs lol i heart interpreting mc skins

[wu-wakfu-undertale]

Re-watching wakfu for the first time in years and s1 Yugo was so silly???

dude discovered he could make portals at will and his first thought after actually acknowledging it is "i can do so many cool pranks with this"

[itsalwaysforyou]

hold me together.

kenny ortega, descendants 2 / holly black, red glove / nicole homer, underbelly / ada limon, a new national anthem / k c cramm, christmas eve forever / kenny ortega, descendants 3 / the crane wives, curses / silas denver melvin, let dead dogs lie / natalie wee, least of all

[immortalsins]

:/

[sebbyisland]

akanematic.mp4 (youtube link)

[hana-bobo-finch]

erm…..posting about an OC via a rushed shitpost was not on my 2025 bingo card!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂get it??? 😂😂😂because his name is bingo??(GETS SHOT)

these are all things he has done or has attempted to do so consider this the full intro post for that freak for now. he’s still too undercooked to fully introduce but damn I love him

[pilonciillo]

lol didn’t think someone giving money would give me anxiety

[adore-gregor]

.

[moonilit]

having so much emotions over Jote and Joshua I can’t even articulate, like

[canonically47]

I'm surprised (/nm) you're saying it should be Ally who goes next...I've seen most people in this fandom say it should be Aiden or Riya

in an ideal world, ally makes it far. in that ideal world, she also has a plotline. we do not live in an ideal world.

[celestial-toys]

*closes 13 tabs on astrology and greek mythology*

ES Ch.5… is now complete.

[yeleltaan]

// Hello everyone! The time has finally come once again: I’m done with the semester and free from exams!

I’ll be gradually returning to activity here as well as resuming work on threads. My efforts are going to be divided between a variety of hobbies besides writing that I've also been neglecting, as well as working on some life habits, so this might be a steady but slow improvement. That being said I expect that the sheer stress that's been lifted from my shoulders is going to make a substantial difference in my ability to do things here.

I've mentioned before that I wanted to review my list of mutuals, and that's still the intention, but before taking that measure I want to get a better understanding of what my energy and mood for RP is right now. I want to test how comfortable I am in this blog and the dash without the outside influence of studying impacting my experience.

I hope you're all doing okay, and if not, I hope your next days are brighter :]

[connormoving]

so close to being done with one step in the larger step in the larger step of the spreadsheet.

i ran out of space in the tags so im continuing them under the cut bc i wasnt finished... and if you let me finish i would of finshed my santance

anyways i have some countries like. the borders r pretty close to irl countries and i have them in my notes as x country but other ones i split them into like. just smaller subregions of the continent based on irl like. regions. like i split africa into . Madagascar + East Africa + Central Africa + Southern Africa + Western Africa + Northern Africa and its referenced off of maps where those r like. the recognized regions (well. madagascar is usually just counted as either east or southern africa but yk). but idk... im worried its a shitty thing 2 do i just dont know what else 2 do with it. maybe i should just use an actual world map instead since im going more realistic with like. the time periods and stuff. IDK i just rly wanna avoid the shit the sims does so much where it lumps a bunch of cultures together like. the chinese world in ts3 world adventures having a torii gate for the icon. -_- yk. the map was kinda superfluous anyway and more judt a way to visualize where the worlds we have were distributed + also was mostly influenced by that one ts4 mod which takes that more simplistic approach but maybe i can just step away from that and just go more realism based Its just hard bc i dont wanna like. lose the more like. silly isnt quite the word (itis kind of but not fully) ig i mean i dont wanna lose the abstraction kind of thing the sims has. but like. I am auite literally making a spreadsheet to get rid of some of the abstraction the sims has so what am i on about. IDK i just have been thinking abt it a lot basically... like sims im already making shit up and locking the sims to like real world history stuff it only makes sense to like. do the same thing with The world and not have it be abstracted. so yes that was a lot of words to say i think im just gonna move to thinking of the sims as living on Basically earth. In my personal the sims palace that ive made up. this is not to say i personally think of the sims as tkaing place on earth or anything ive just decided to do like. Bc this whole thing is basically an au im making anyway like. taking ts3 sims and making them be from the 1950s thats already Not what the game is like. so ill just make it a Realworld sims au. ok yay 👍 thats all sorry for talking sm abt something so pointless and also for not using a SINGLE paragraph break im basically just writing in this like i write in the tags (stream of consciousness) but the tags have the benefit of being naturally split up so yes i dont think anybody is reading this far. when i was little and playing skyward sword for the first time roughly 7-8 years old i got to the like trial on skyloft and i got so scared i smashed the cd so that i wouldnt have to do it . and then i blamed my dog for it. and i did this even tho lamp had JUST started a skyward sword playthru which idk if i knew at the time but i do feel rly guilty abt it. but i was rly scared. ok thats all

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

tw: blowjob, rough nanami

husband!nanami who was normally gentle during heated sessions with you. kissing you gently, his hands firmly on your hips but not enough to hurt you. he had never been rough with you, not ever. but today, he seemed...different

husband!nanami who came home looking absolutely pissed. he grabbed you and pulled you in for a rough and passionate kiss, fisting his hand in your hair, pulling you neck back so that he can shove his tongue deeper.

"are...are you okay, dear?", you asked breathing heavily when he finally let go, still looking at you with hunger in his eyes.

"just had a bad day at work. get on your knees. make me feel better", he demanded, fumbling with his belt. you got on your knees, you hair placed neatly so as to not get in your face. he pulled out his raging hard cock, his tip angry red. he slapped your cheek with it, "suck it"

without another world, you wrapped your lips around his tip and he let out a low groan. you swirled your tongue around it, maintaining eye contact with him as you swallowed him deeper, at a slow pace. growing impatient, he shoved his length all the way, his tip hitting the back of your throat, tears stinging your eyes.

husband!nanami who hissed and started thrusting his shaft in and out of your mouth, his hand gripping your hair, pulling on it as you placed your hands on his thick thighs to maintain your balance. you had your eyes glued to his face, watching his expression contort in pleasure, his chest heaving, his cheeks flushing as he's biting his lip to control his moans.

"fuck angel. you're doing so well-oh fuck~", he would thrust faster into you mouth chasing his orgasm as tears fell down your face everytime his cock hit the back of your throat. "i'm gonna cum-i'm gonna cum in your mouth baby-fuck", he announced his hold on your hair growing stronger. you feel like he's gonna rip your hair out of your scalp.

husband!nanami who continues to thrust harder and faster and finally, he lets out a loud moan as well as his load down your throat. you tried to keep it all in your mouth, but with how much it was, it started spilling down the sides of your mouth. he pulled out his cock, and released your hair as he stared at you with narrowed eyes. "open your mouth", he orders and you do showing him his cum inside your mouth.

"swallow", he orders again and you swallow and open your mouth and sees that it's all gone. he picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. he pulls you in for another heated kiss, tasting his own release on you.

"i'm not done with you, darling..."

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[bi-writes]

simon knows something is wrong as soon as he comes home. (a little 18+, f!reader)

you're sitting on the floor of the living room. there's acrylic paint in your hair, and you're crying, eyes red and puffy cheeks wet. you're sitting around a floor of strewn about toddler toys, and you're rubbing your chest in the way that simon knows means your breasts are sore.

he shuts the door behind himself. there's dishes piled up in the sink. he smells something that's burnt. the kitchen table is littered with remnants still from breakfast, and there's clean laundry still piled up in the basket, forgotten next to the couch.

"wot the fuck is happenin'?"

you jump a little when you hear his voice, as if it's the first time you've noticed something in your house is different. you want to smile at him, but it falls short. simon kicks his boots off, hanging his jacket up, and he lets out a deep breath as he kneels down in front of you.

"hey, baby," he murmurs. you sniffle, wiping your face, and simon cups your cheeks to make you look at him. "wot happened?"

"he hates me," you whisper. "h-he hates me, simon, h-he said it."

"who hates ya, swee'eart?"

"joe," you whine. "i told him...i told him you wouldn't be here for supper, and he..." you start to cry. "he said he hates me. he wants you, he only wants you. he hates me..."

simon sucks on his teeth under the mask, shaking his head.

"mm...and where's our sweet girl then?"

"s-sleeping."

"havin' a nap?" he kisses you softly. "olright. time to pump, huh, love?" he cups under your breast tenderly, rubbing over your sore nipple. you sigh, nodding, and he nudges his nose against yours. "olright. you 'ave a go. take a nice bath. have somethin' ta eat."

you collapse against his chest in a fit of soft tears. he wraps an arm around your shoulders, holding you close, and he rubs your back gently.

"we'll 'ave a chat," simon murmurs. "sort this out."

"i-i'm sorry, simon."

"no need ta be sorry, baby. i've got it."

"i...i wanted to have it, too. i wanted..."

simon rubs a thumb over your face gently.

"you do, baby. you've got it. i know you do. there now, that's a girl..."

it takes a few minutes to get you to go into your shared bedroom. when he sees you relaxed as you get your breast bump, he makes his way down the hall, to where your son's bedroom door is just ajar.

when he pushes it open, it creaks. simon sighs as he sees your little boy sitting on the carpet, playing with his trains. he's quiet, which is unusual; when he comes home, normally his son is bounding towards him, jumping up and down, so happy and excited to see his father. now, he looks shy, and he won't acknowledge him.

"oi," simon murmurs gently. "that a way to greet me, lad?"

his son just shrugs. he looks up at him, the picture of shame, and simon closes the door behind him as he takes a seat on the little bed. it creaks under his great weight, but it holds up. simon looks positively funny—he takes up most of the bed, and he has to hunch over to get closer to his son.

"i missed you very much. been gone awhile, haven't i?"

his son just shrugs again.

"'n i come home, and i see y'r mum covered in rubbish, very upset. would y'like ta tell me wot tha's about? huh, joe?"

his son, predictably, just shrugs.

"y'r mum thinks y'hate her," simon continues. "tha' true?"

shrug.

"oi," simon's voice hardens, but it's still gentle. "i'm havin' a conversation with you, lad. i'd like it very much if y'gave me y'r attention."

joe finally stops touching his trains. he sniffles, looking up at simon, and simon tilts his head to the side. when they meet eyes, simon tries to be less intimidating. he wants his son to know he's done something wrong, but he doesn't want to scare him.

"y'r mum thinks you hate her. tha' true?" he asks again. when joe shakes his head, simon narrows his eyes. "then why'd ya say it?"

"wanted a lolly."

"uh huh. but mummy said it was supper time, didn't she?"

"yeah."

"so you hate her?"

"no."

"then why'd ya say it?"

"i dunno," joe shrugs. he frowns a little, thinking, and simon is satisfied with this reaction. punishing joe never works; taking away his toys, his coloring books, playtime, it never works. joe is like you—too smart for his own good. he learns when he's confronted with the truth. "i wanted..."

"ya wanted to hurt her," simon finishes. "like you think she hurt you."

joe turns back to his trains. simon sits up, taking a deep breath.

"one day," simon murmurs, "y'r gonna love someone the way i love y'r mummy."

"i am?" joe is interested. he turns his head a little, blinking up at his dad, and simon just nods. realistic. honest.

"right," simon tells him. "y'r gonna love them 'n y'r gonna wanna protect them, like i want to protect y'r mum. you can't stop everyone from hurtin' them, but i would hope that at least it...wouldn't be family. tha's y'r mum, mate. i remember when y'were the size of a tiny bean, inside of her tummy, yeah? she was so happy. 'n when y'were born, she cried so much. said y'were the most wonderful thing, said she would love you more than anythin', more than me." simon chuckles. "was a bit jealous of ya for a bit, won't lie. 'n she does. loves you with all of herself. tells me all the time."

"she does?" joe's eyes are big and bright now. he feels bad. he's sad.

"tha's right," simon mutters. "'n when i'm gone, i'm not here to protect y'r mum, so i thought you'd be a big help, but here we are, joe. 'n y'r mine, mate, all mine, but y'r mum is special to me, y'hear tha'? she's my special girl. my special girl tha' loves you more than herself, so i need you to go tell her y'r sorry, and i need you to mean it."

joe stands up onto his little legs, and simon watches as he toddles over to simon. simon scoops him up into a big hug, and joe wraps his arms around his neck and buries his face into his shoulder.

"i'm sorry," joe whimpers, and simon rubs his little head gently. "i-i don't hate her, i-i got...m-mad..."

"tha's olright," simon whispers. "you can get mad. but ya can't hurt y'r mum. she does oll the heavy liftin' when 'm gone, and...can't do tha'. won't 'ave it."

"i-i won't. i-i won't anymore—"

"good lad..."

when it's quiet in the house, and the babies are sleeping, simon is rubbing lotion into your hands gently. you're tired from feeding the baby, and you're tired from scrubbing the paint out of your hair, but now simon is home, and he's here, and your son sobbed in your arms blubbering about how much he loves you, how he's sorry.

"you come home, and everything..." you sniffle, "everything just gets better again. i-i...why am i so bad at this, simon?"

"you're not bad," simon tells you. "i'm the bastard, baby. the one leavin' ya here...all alone..." he sighs. he pushes your hair out of your face, thumbing at your cheek. "work so hard, love. make my life so easy."

"easy?" your eyes water. you reach up and clutch his forearm, leaning into him. "what you do is so hard, simon. a-and...and so scary."

simon shakes his head, meeting your eyes. you look tired. you look beautiful, but you look tired, and he feels it—he knew one day he would feel it, but he didn't realize that day would come so soon. it's time. it's time for him to come home. it's time to put the papers in, to stomach the desk job, to bite the bullet, because he won't leave you and come back like this. not again. he can't do it. not to you.

"my pretty girl," simon mutters. he licks over his teeth, moving his hand lower to cup your jaw in a big palm. you arch up to meet him, fisting his shirt, and you open your mouth as he bends to kiss you. his tongue is hot against yours; he devours you from the inside out, kissing you wet and eager. you whimper softly, sinking into him, and he smiles into the kiss when he feels you nearly liquefy underneath him. "open, swee'eart."

you do. you let your jaw hinge and mouth fall open, and you accept his fingers easily. you tongue at the pads of his fingers, closing your mouth around them and sucking softly. when he removes them, he slips them under the shirt you wear, where he finds you soft and warm and wet between the thighs. he tucks his fingers under the gusset of your panties, and he feels all the blood swell into his cock when he has to feel between a nearly full bush to find your puffy clit.

"didn't want to touch it while you were gone," you whisper.

"yeah?" simon smirks, slipping two fingers inside of you. his thumb keeps its place on your clit, and your toes curl as you leak onto his palm. "why's tha', love?"

"b-because...because..."

"cause why, baby?"

"cause...c-cause it's yours, simon. your pussy."

"tha's right," simon hums. "my pussy."