#Not to be spiteful but because now Im craving them

[merkerlerspeaks]

Sick, congested, hurting, have a headache, just woke up from a hard nap, hair matted, dealt with EIGHTEEN wasps today so its already a bad day- and having to figure out if its worth it to go down for the tacos my SIL made bc I love tacos so much but its been a while since I had them....but the majority of the time when I go down I come back up feeling worse than before.

[gibbearish]

btw similar to the whole "if you try adderall at a party and it calms you down, get an adhd test" thing, if at some point in your life you try microdosing shrooms with a friend and end up feeling like a functional person for the first time in your life, get tested for depression. like yeah hallucinogens come with elation so youre probably gonna have some "this is the best ive ever felt in my life" vibes regardless, but like. if that in and of itself feels like finally breathing in for the first time in years, thats for sure a sign that something is up with your ability to process serotonin most of the time. feeling better than ever before should be a nice bonus, not a crushing weight off your chest

[nichoskittycorner]

can we get pt2 of the hunter becomes the hunted cause…. I love your writing btw, you’re the only one that can write hybrids so good

First of all, thank you so much! It's been a while since I've written so I'm really happy you enjoyed!

You can find part one here

I didn't plan for a pt 2 but I can do a follow up:

* After arriving at your cottage, Nicholas couldn't help his tail wagging. Your little home smelled amazing and was so warm and welcoming. So even though he was still knotted to you, he found the place cozy

* "Hey little deer, this place is really nice. Maybe we could raise some pups here-"

* You snapped at him, blushing and stuttering out that he was insane and to calm down!

* Nicholas finds your flustered state charming, cheekily nipping at your neck to distract you, knowing that it would send another shock wave through your body

* "H-hey, cut that out. Unless you want me to start moving again-"

* Even though he didn't say anything directly, the fluffy tail of the wolf man wagged as his hands dug into the flesh of your ass

* Despite giving him directions on how to get to your room, he ignored them and wondered around aimlessly in your home

* That or he was relishing the subtle bounce of you on his knot with every step he took. The little movement tempting him to give into his urges, pin you down and force his knot in and out of you until he was coming undone once again

* In the meantime he kept cracking jokes and quips as you insisted he just followed your instructions

*Tired of his antics, your tail flicked in frustration and ears pinned back before you made your move- levering your hands on his shoulders and pushed upwards until he was out of you

*Nicholas let out a yelp like sound mixed with a purr before his jaw dropped. "How the hell did you do that?!"

* "Spite. Maybe if you listened to me, you'd still be inside me, now wouldn't you?" You stuck your nose up and crossed your arms, trying to walk past him to the bathroom. But with every step you took, his cum was starting to leak out of your pussy, running down your legs

*You couldn't show weakness, and tried to ignore it. Even as it became obvious with the stream of white flowing down, you kept your head in the set direction

*But as the night was proving, plans never went the way you originally saw

*You didn't even make it five steps before the clawed hands of the wolf were back on your body, pulling you into his strong chest and his nose landing on your neck. One hand gripped your breast tightly and the other pulled one of your legs up before two fingers were diving into your pussy

* "Just where do you think you're going?" His voice was practically a growl as he lips grazed the sensitive skin. Skilled and large fingers stroking in and out of you, pushing some of the escaped cum back where it belonged

* "I-Im going where I want!" You tried to keep your voice stable but it was failing. Just this little contact was riling you up once again

* "Away from me? Is that really what you want little deer? Because it seems to me that you want to be back where you just were." Emphasizing each of his words with strokes, nearly making you dizzy and craving more

* But he had annoyed you and there would be consequences. With every bit of willpower you had left, you pushed yourself out his grip and quickly made your way to the bedroom. Closing the door before he could follow you inside

*Finally, you could catch your breath and steel your nerve. As you found your clear thinking mind, something else caught your mind. It was way too quiet... Why wasn't Nicholas saying anything?

*Maybe he understood what the closed door meant and would give you some peace

* That didn't last long as you noticed a shadow in the window before it swung open and there was the aforementioned wolf. Casually sitting on your windowsill as if he hadn't just tried to sneak into your bedroom behind your back

*"Tsk, tsk, little deer. I'm hurt you tried to lock me out. What, you thought it would be easy to keep me away?"

* Realistically, you could've pushed him out the window and closed it so he would have to go through the door again. Instead, your instinct to run took over and you left the room

*The chase felt both like it lasted hours but also mere minutes. Your deer brain was focused on nothing but escape and thus blurred time. All you recall is running and hiding over and over again until you were back in your room

* This time, before you could let your guard down, you were trapped in the arms of a snarling wolf, one who wasted no time in pinning you to the bed with one hand and the other unzipping his pants

*"If you wanted round two little deer, you could have just asked~" His voice was like the ocean, deep and yet flowy. Sending chills down your body and almost made you prop your legs open for him on command

* His sharp teeth teasing at your skin as he stroked himself a few times, preparing to bury his eager cock back inside of your warmth. His knot only going down slightly due to the chase

* Rubbing his tip along your exposed pussy, drawing purposeful circles on your clit before sliding down to your entrance

* "Why the tease wolfy?" You spoke through a breathy moan, trying not to let him have the satisfaction of catching you and making you wet at the same time

*"Just savoring the moment. Because I'm going to make sure to stay where you belong-" Although his words sounded like a scold, they made you squirm before he pushed himself inside

*Unlike your expectation, he was slow with his movement. Savoring every stroke, pusle and twitch he was getting from you. Drawing out moans and pleas as he teased your body and fucked you slowly

* He was tormenting you on purpose. Waiting for you to beg as he used your warm cunt like a toy for his own desire

*You tried to resist, but what would be the point? You were playing this back and forth all night, why not just give in and let him do as he pleased. He did win this time after all, fair and square

* "Please! Stop teasing me, just fuck me already!"

*" Oh, now you want me? It took you long enough."

* As if he was the one being teased and finally given a release command, he let loose and gave into his feral mind. Spreading your legs slightly before tearing off the remainder of any clothes on your bodies

*Biting, sucking and marking up just about every spot he could reach as his hips snapped hard and fast into you, the previously deflating knot forcing it's way inside and out, stirring up your senses even more. The glorious stretch and release making your brain fuzz up even more

* From what little thinking you could do, you dug your hands into his hair, holding on for deer life as he sent you to heaven and back. Shamelessly making you cum again and again and just beg for more

* The jumbled up words of praises you sent his way made his tail wag and encouraged him to bury in deeper and faster. Marking up even your insides to belong to him. Maybe he could fill up your womb so you actually would bear his pups

*Thoughts like that drove him crazy. At least, what little thoughts he did have forming. It was mostly mindless thoughts about fucking you until his knot was stuck in you as you called him a good boy and pleaded for him to give you more

* He felt like a pathetic horny mutt with only one goal in mind. His tongue hung out lazily as your bodies were covered in sweat. The scent of your arousal, cum and sweat was like the perfect potion to keep him going

* Even as he came again and again, pooling your cunt full of his seed and making a mess on the sheets, he wasn't going to stop until his mostly formed knot forced him to stop

*The hot and pulsing ring that was forming forcing it's way in and out of your beaten up pussy was signaling how far along he was

*The tight grip inside and the sensation of it forcing it's way back in was bringing out the upmost wolf in him. He stopped caring how hard he biting, how much he marked or pinched and dug his claws into you. Your body was his now and that's how it would stay

* Finally, his knot fully formed. Keeping his thick cock trapped inside you. But he hadn't cum again yet, this time to keep his loads of cum sealed inside you

*Holding your hips down, he rutted rough and shallow inside of you. Getting whatever friction he could out to ease his burning desire to fill you up

*Even though he was already stuck, you wrapped your legs around his hips and begged him to cum inside

*With a strong howl, his cock twitched and came. Warm, thick ropes of cum shot out along with the movement of his hips brought out your own final orgasm. Your vision fazed in and out as you held onto his broad shoulders to stabilize your own quakes

*After several minutes and finally catching your breathes, Nicholas got you both under the sheets, holding you close as he nuzzled his nose into your cheek. Moving slowly to turn your head and place a delicate kiss on your lips

*Such a sweet action surprised you, especially after such a wild display. And clearly it was written on your face

*"What? Can I not cherish my little deer? You know this means your mine now, right?"

* You stared at him blankly before giggling. "Sure, sure little wolf. At least buy me dinner before you put a ring on it."

[waiting-drives-you-crazy]

Hi! I really enjoy your blog, the way you describe wincest just hits different, I'm eating this shit up and asking for more. So if you have any fake dating/late seasons wincest fics that you enjoy, please share. Bottom Sam (the only right option btw) is so hard to find, so I'm begging for help. Thanks in advance, have a nice day.

AHHHHHH THANK YOU FOR ASKING ID LOVE TO SHARE!!!!! this list got really long and really away from me so im going to insert a break here

Anyway!!! By late seasons Im just going to assume we meant everything following our lord eric kripke's run, so here we go!

the Heaven verse by hathfrozen-- this shit is so good its like crack, everything they write is superb and I just- read it and come talk to me because there's no way to capture how amazing it is on this one page alone https://archiveofourown.org/series/2215590

like that rolling stone song-- OH THIS ONE BREAKS MY HEART the dynamic is good and even though theres no sex or explicit bottomtop assignment sam is the baby we all know and love him to be https://archiveofourown.org/works/27587824

a skeleton terribly restless by remy (iamremy)-- because this one is told in mary's perspective all we get is her view of the boys and their dynamic and let me tell you its delicious. deans so protective and possessive of a sam who just wants to be okay; it reads to me as bottom sam despite there also being no declaration of it in the tags but im never wrong so enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/23268964

mommy dearest by tradwifesam-- DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED BC ALL DIE iTS SO AUGH https://archiveofourown.org/works/33551209

when in vancouver by msimpala67-- dont play with me, just go read it its incredibly hot https://archiveofourown.org/works/12826755

honeymoon-- ...... just read it babe! this one had me blushing https://archiveofourown.org/works/12826755

for you and me (i got no alibi) by remy (iamremy)-- just making this list is making me giddy im so happy i get to revisit these fics! THIS ONE IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS TRULY LIKE THE PLOT IS GOOD THE DIAGLOUE IS GREAT THE DYNAMIC IS GREATER AND THE SEX IS THE GREATEST!!! ahhhhh yeah https://archiveofourown.org/works/20690546

like real people do by deafsamwinchester-- SHUT UP THIS IS SO GOOD! im very happy right now, can we tell? this is the longest of all the recs and its just so cute, the way sam and dean build their life together is AUGHHHHHh and this one feature a pregnant sam ;> https://archiveofourown.org/works/59055415/chapters/150561166

undeniable dilemma by rosych33ks-- sigh, i promise i can articulate better than this but really, its the same stuff. this fic is so good. it hurts real bad too. Im an angst fanatic, i love it when it hurts because i hate when it hurts. demon dean in this one is just so mean, poor sammy. https://archiveofourown.org/works/42563853

and these are just some of many of my favorites but I wanted to give a simple taste

I hate to say that I actually haven't read as many fake dating scenarios with the boys, I don't know why that is. i tried looking for some but none of them screamed 'read me!' ya know. ill make it a personal mission from here on to come back with a fully formed liset of some great ones. I crave more of it and maybe one day I'll write some of it! in the meantime, you should read this one i read a while back

Never Said a Word Beneath the Calm -- this ones actually a season one au ITS REAL GOOD i can't remember if theres mentions of switching im pretty sure there is but i know theres no actual penetrative sex sigh BUT thats okay it was stlll good https://archiveofourown.org/works/13423260

As a side and honorable mention, before I committed firmly to bottomSamtruth i did enjoy this one called In Spite of the Teeth. I loved it before Sam stuck in his dick in Dean, because then i scrolled right past into the next chapter, actually, i think thats what led me to realizing i was a sam bottom truther. no hate to the author at all, I had already committed to finishing it and IT WAS REALLY GOOD! Truly i loved it, but after that happened, I couldn't connect with it so much anymore. I'll still link it for anyone who's interested. https://archiveofourown.org/works/23757364

THANKS SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE ASK PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF THIS WAS A GOOD LIST I LOVED MAKING IT AND I HAVE LIKE 200 MORE AMAZING FICS BOOKMARKED IF ANYONE WANTS THEM!!! And thats on ao3 alone, i have another hundred downloaded on fanfic.net.

please forgive the lack of grammar and any mispellings MWAH MWAH GOTTA GO I DID THIS INSTEAD OF GET READY FOR WORK

[satoruly]

my feet don't dance like they did with you.

grief takes many forms. yours was shaped after the saccharine sugar, syrupy sweet reminders that he wasn't truly gone — and he was right, love was truly the most twisted curse of them all.

"so i drown it out like i always do, dancing through our house with the ghost of you"

wc. ~500

warnings. jjk 236 manga spoilers, angst, no comfort, not beta im trusting my grammar skills

A pantry filled with an infinite supply of candy that was now destined to silently rot, gather dust as it remained undisturbed. The pantry that you were used to refilling at least every week and a half no longer a bother; a chore that was no longer part of your routine and you guess at least you had that to thank him for.

Because there was nothing you hated more than going to the supermarket with a list that grew increasingly longer depending on the various cravings of the author behind said shopping list. Nothing you hated more than pushing the metal cart as said author bounced from isle to isle trying to find whichever saccharine confection could satisfy his insatiable sweet tooth. Nothing you hated more than the excitement in his voice and the grins that grew bigger and sweeter, fonder and softer, whenever he managed to convince you the next sweet thing, aside from you, that was bound to become his new obsession.

Nothing that you hated more than the way he clung to you as the two of you walked to the registers, his arm linking itself with yours, with a cart filled to the bream with sugar as the rest of the people in line looked at you in confusion. 

Nothing that you hated more than getting back home and him refusing to let you help carry the bags inside, taking all ‘groceries’ and laying them all out on the table so the two of you, because of course he wanted you involved in the process, could figure out what would be the best way to organize the countless sweets.

Nothing that you hated more than staring at a filled pantry, doomed to stay the same. Nothing that you hated more than the heavy weight that had settled on your chest ever since that day. Nothing that you hated more than the echo of only one pair of footsteps, decayingly slow as they dragged against the wooden floors, instead of two that had slowly but surely learned to harmonize in spite their distinctiveness.

A pantry filled with an infinite supply of sugary essence that laid untouched just like his side of the bed. Just like the neat yet messy folded clothes inside his side of the closet. Just like his toothbrush next to yours in the ugly mug he had bought the same day you moved in. 

Like his neatly folded glasses sitting on the kitchen counter Like the white t-shirt that sat on the small armchair next to the window and the pair of matching slippers he had forgotten to put back on the shoe rack after he had left in a hurry that dreaded fall day. 

Untouched like all the things he had left behind, including the question that remained unasked, cursed to stay inside the tiny velvet box hidden in the depths of his bedside drawer.

Gojo Satoru had ruined your routine once by forcing an almost weekly “sugar-only” supermarket run to your already busy sorcerer schedule, and now he was ruining it again by leaving the pantry forever untouched.

© all works belong to satoruly

[witch-sweets]

I've been thinking about the pure irony of Snatchers fire magic. Like he died presumably from hypothermia if anything ice would be the magic he'd use but no he uses fire and Im gonna hyperfixate on it for a minute because i think it's actually a pretty interesting thing to think about especially when i think about what we know about his personality.

Snatcher is to put it lightly very bitter about quite a few things he's a character rooted in anger. And it shows. Despite the constant smile he's always passive aggressive when interacting with Hat Kid especially after his boss fight often using a tone that's dripping with spite or annoyance. And even though it was scrapped from the game during his interaction with Mu we can see how easily offended he is literally yeeting her out of his forest because she thinks it's cliche.

Due to all of this along with some other lines we can assume one of his many complicated feelings towards Vannesa is hatred. It's very obvious that Snatcher resents her in a way even if there's still that fondness left over from his life. He's disassociated from his life entirely and he knows what she did was wrong and yet he can't help but still be drawn to her memory. The memory of the girl he loved. And that's frustrating enraging even. Imagine if the person you loved the person you would give everything for killed you. There would be only 2 choices either cling to the sorrow and be stuck in a spiral of "I could've done better" or get angry dissociate from that person who used to love them and try to move on despite the fact that deep down you still love them and you can never fully sperate yourself from who you used to be.

It obvious which option Snatcher chose which lead to him being as hateful as he is now

And this is where the fire comes in fire is commonly associated with anger and the burning feeling of passion perhaps in this case a passionate hatred.

Symbolically Vannesa being ice and Snatcher being fire makes perfect sense. Vannesa is a cold person who turned her back on those she was supposed to lead and Snatcher is a spiteful ghoul who has an passionate hatred for his icy ex.

However anyone who died in a cold dark cellar would crave warmth and light after that

So maybe giving the broken royal who froze to death fire magic was a show of mercy...

[vieapuff]

Do you have any more plans to post about your mysme au. Im very invested in it

I try not to spam my random ideas bcs im scared people may find me annoying for it but honestly if people are interested i wouldnt mind talking more about it here !! I mainly write a lot of my random thoughts or writings on my au on my mysme spam twitter (femseven)

But heres a piece of crumb for the tumblr people, Saejoong expects Saeyoung to be the person who follows his footsteps and be an influencial politician for him, because of most of the attention is being put on Saeyoung, Saeran gets neglected most of the time. Saeran may have more freedom to be able to do what he wants (gardening, drawing etc) compared to Saeyoung (who most of the time, is studying and has no idea what he wants and who he is as a person besides being Saejoong’s “hope”), but he still feels a lack of affection from Saejoong that, normally a child would crave which would lead to him getting easily manipulated by Saejoong very easily. Saeyoung never voices his frustrations, concerns and sadness about being pressured by Saejoong because he’s ALSO manipulated into thinking that if he complains, hes being ungrateful to what Saejoong has given to him up until now. So without any information from Saeran’s perspective, he feels spiteful and jealous of Saeyoung and the attention he gets from Saejoong which leads to an argument between both the twins and they end up not talking to each other for 2 weeks, Saeyoung is spiraling and Yoosung and Maycee tries to help the both of them reconcile. This all happens in arc 2 (theres 4 arcs in my au, i’ll explain if interested :3)

[caitlinposs]

i’ve been hitting my cart to fall asleep so i can get through these days as fast as possible. getting high is the only thing i can cling onto anymore, it gives my life the interest and color i’ve been needing currently. i was on the right track to quitting but i guess ive crashed back into it.

i wonder. if we were still friends would i be over at your house right now? would you be at mine? would i be miserable? or would we be cuddling? i’m not the type of person to confront my thoughts. i let them decide for me, i let them take over because i tend to believe they’re in my best interest. if you ask me for the reason i dropped you, id tell you it’s because i didn’t want you to leave me, but honestly i did it out of instinct. it was one day in february, a switch flipped in my mind and i put no effort into turning it back on.

i guess i realized it wasn’t just the two of us anymore, everytime id come over there’d be 5 extra people invading our space. i only loved you when i was alone with you so i always wanted you to myself. i have no idea why that is. it’s not like i was in love with you or something. :/ but all these people i’ve done wrong, i never did it out of spite or hate. i did it because i don’t know how to fully let someone in.

dont be mistaken, i know im evil.

an example of my evilness: one day i’ll confess my undying love for you, and the next i’ll completely forget about it. interest can spark inside of me which will usually burn out fast. the only rare exception is when it doesn’t. my fps. the ones i’ve loved so heavily i could easily set the world on fire for them. obsession taken way too far. but i’ll always have a soft spot for my favorite people. they know my chaos.

in the paragraph you sent me before you blocked me, you told me my only motivation is male validation. honestly, yeah. i agree. i wouldn’t call it validation, but something similar. anyway it’s not like it’s something i can control.

when i was younger i had devoted my soul to my dad out of fear and possibly a little trust. every time i did something wrong in his eyes, my body would shut down and i was unable to feel or think anything. soulless. a certain type of numbness where i could practically feel a reaper touching me. one upsetting response from him and my purpose was ripped out of my chest. even if his demeanor was off, if he was driving a little faster and a little more aggressive, i could immediately feel his mood switch—which would end up causing mine. i felt this feeling again yesterday, over something so small. i was telling my aunt how i applied for a job and he immediately said no in a stern ass voice and shook his head. that shut me the fuck up because i could already feel it flushing into me. a weird feeling of confusion has always come along with this numbness, because i can never truly understand what makes him so upset. he was asking me if i wanted to apply at starbucks the night before? maybe it’s because i applied for the job my mom wanted me to do. actually yeah that’s probably it. my dad’s always been so jealous of her because ‘i treat her better than him.’ it’s totally true, i do, but that’s because she was always there to hold me when i cried and she took the time to understand my soft spots. she tells me she loves me everyday, while i don’t have a memory of my dad saying i love you.

so that’s it. that’s all i want from men. i know now, i don’t crave their validation, i crave their care. their sincerest love. i really yearn for someone to put their hand on my head and pull me into a hug every time they noticed i looked a little empty. someone who doesn’t become demented or begin ignoring me when i mess up. someone who will stay by my side even if i reject them just because they know me better than anyone, someone who doesn’t let me push them away. someone who’d never get tired of dealing with my guilty tears. someone who would rather hold my hand than stick it in. ugh. unconditional love.

and basically, i guess id do anything for this kind of care. i’ve fucked plenty of people over just to experience it, even if all of it was bound to end up temporary. but, of course, all that it did was remove more people from my life. make me more lonely. i’m begging please don’t blame me forever. i hope you understand this uncontrollable urge is not something im close to mastering. when im attached, i would rather rip all of my hair out before i allow you to slip through my fingertips, even if i just met you a day ago. when i start seriously thinking about someone, there’s absolutely no going back. until i break and my brain becomes weak from allowing the thoughts to consume it. just thinking about a guy’s potential in caring for me so gently gets me messed tf up. that’s why i try to see guys as weird creatures so i don’t get attached to any. my lips feel like poison, causing damage is all i’ve ever known.

but, i know im young. the so called “men” im talking about are actually boys. when i grow wiser and develop into somebody i can actually be proud of, i can only pray that god will bless me with this type of undying love.

god please please please give me your strength

[dionysianvampire]

im so over dreading the things to come

right now, things are good. im gonna enjoy it.

if theyre bad later, then ill still have the memories of all the fun i had during the time where things were good.

ive finally well and truly left existentialism

absurdism my beloved

we are all here and nothing matters. we can spend all day wallowing and rotting and dreading things to come, or we can recognize the fact that despite the fact that nothing matters, we are all still here

and its beautiful. it means nothing, and its beautiful regardless. the universe is meaningless, but we crave meaning anyway. we are the masters of what is and isnt meaningful to us, because there is no meaning. if its meaningful to you, then it just is. and nobody can take that from you.

in spite of all things, or perhaps because of them, we have ultimate power over our own meanings of life

[soulmatesinc-if]

now that you mention "the parents' names" but: i am so curious about MC's parents and if they will be in the game more at all

mostly because, if i recall right, we dont get to choose too much of the MC's relationship to them? (ive been cramming a project and last i played was pre-project, and im taking a break to check my favorite i.f. blogs. so i cant remember for sure? my brain is v much lost in the trenches of this project, i apologize if i am misremembering) we get to choose how much truth the MC tells them, and we can choose "do you call them rn or do something else", and i think? thats it??

i remember it as such bc i recall it striking me as important: bc, based on premise alone, before i even started playing, i had made up my MC and my thoughts were "a MC who is a believer in soulmates and very dedicated to work, and cheery and kind, and only when people get to know her do they see that she's not this perfect person. she stress-smokes (very glad to see smoking as an option in-game) and she actually comes from divorced parents who she finds toxic and barely speaks to. she believes in soulmates as a rebellion against her upbringing, rather than having become jaded, tho she is a bit cynical in an anxiously overthinking way. i think it probably came via her favorite escapism from her homelife growing up being romance fiction in books and movies/tv?? this feels like a fun way to subvert M and Wyatt's expectations specifically of 'this soulmate stuff being easy for her to believe' when, in reality, it is a habit or a Believed Lie or spite or something that she has worked hard to polish. it is not a belief-system that came to her naturally" and then was surprised when, y'know, i sTARTED ACTUALLY PLAYING that "huh! i cant customize the parents like that? oh. okay, usually you can in games where the parents are just flavor-text. does this mean theyll have a role? thats interesting!! i like that! is this accidentally foreshadowing the parents being involved later?? huh!" since i came in with preconceived notions about how the parents-mechanic would work (also, dw, i adjusted my MC's headcanoned backstory accordingly to fit how the MC's parents actually are in-game as a result. i wasnt attached to her backstory at the time so i didnt mind changing it lol)

this isnt me complaining about the parents-mechanics btw. it is just something i noticed and almost forgot about until you confirmed the bit about giving the parents' names, thereby implying we will be seeing more of them probably(?)

id love to learn whatever youre willing to share about the parents - lore and whatever else - as a result, if you dont mind!!

(apologies if this message doesnt make sense. im really Cramming Project-brained rn, and have been for a few days and will be for a few days more, and i feel a little loopy and not fully present as a result?? it's an odd feeling to describe, but those that Get It probably understand my meaning. i hope im making sense)

With MC's parents, I wanted to create the air of somewhat clueless support, where they don't know specifically what MC does, whether because the explanations were understandably vague or because MC didn't even bother to explain, but still root for their child. They appeared (as in, you could talk to them in-scene) twice, and there have been and will be references to them in the future.

Once we have a solid grip on the inner workings of the company and move more towards exploring MC's relationships, I plan on having them actually feature as well. It will be fun to see the characters interact with the parents, as in, being witness to Romero spoiler because they know parents never take to them (and MC can make it even more difficult), or Wyatt going all "omg is that your moooom?", or Sam effortlessly sending out the vibe that all parents crave in their child's partner/friend. Framing such scenes will help me bypass the problem I outlined before (them not having default names).

[symphorine]

The Lovers & The Wheel of Fortune ? <3

ask game post. thank u!! sorry it took me a while to get to T_T

The Lovers: What does Rook learn about themself and their desires through their relationship with their love interest?

they are both a sort of quiet harbor for each other, and daea did not realize how much they craved that until it happened. while their relationship building is a bit different than game canon, the catalyst of lucanis making rook's favorite dessert still happens and IS a trigger point for daea to think: oh, this is actually doing a lot for me. being cared for and having nice things done for them without asking, knowing lucanis will keep them company, that he /wants/ to, is kind of shocking to them, and it's even more shocking that they are so receptive to it.

they also learn they dont have that much of a moral compass lol which is a bit uncomfortable but not all that surprising. they DO go to bat for their friends, their family, and elves in general as their people, but it's rooted in personal affection and experience rather than morality. they've sort of started that realization as a grey warden - whatever it takes to fight the blight - but when they realize they do not give a shit about the hired assassin stuff and not that much about the crows' workings either they're like. ah. well. alright. do they think the crows are fine as an organization that relies on child abuse and torture and indoctrinating orphans? not really, but the extent of their opinion on it is a shrug.

The Wheel of Fortune: Each of Rook’s potential love interests are dealing with significant personal issues and difficult choices. How do these choices affect their relationship, and how does Rook support them through their personal journey?

😭ok well um. i might be doing some canon rewrite about that. RIGHT NOW the idea is that overall daea is hands-off and while they're suspicious of illario they dont push lucanis on it, and mostly just let him be quiet about it. it changes after inner demons, because they realize lucanis is not processing anything and he needs to - for himself but also for them to feel comfortable in a relationship. they do encourage lucanis to forgive illario, because it is clear he loves illario very much, and while they're not a fan of the assassination attempt, they also think, from the glimpses theyve caught of dellamorte family dynamics, that illario needs to be there or lucanis will be crushed under caterina's will. they take a more active role in lucanis's struggled with it post illario confrontation.

re: spite, they're wary of it but get used to it when it becomes clear it's not hostile to /them/ (the fact that it does not attack anyone when lucanis sleepwalks? like damn alright), even if it's still a little unpredictable. i imagine they've spoken to spite itself a handful of times before inner demons (when lucanis and spite truly start to cooperate), and while i dont know that they've helped lucanis exactly, they've also tried to help spite and keep it calm?

but like i said im gonna do some rewrites on that so. this is the game canon state of things, but daea's own canon will change i think. more of them being active with lucanis's issues because they are more present and pressing, and more of butting heads with him on how he acts as they try to help.

ty for the questions :>>>

[ashmouthsquirrel]

Just drove your friend back to his car at my place. And well, I think we're kindred spirits, dude gets the whole situation and is basically living it. He said he identifies more with me than you in all this. Said he saw me being a dad with our boys, and now he wants another kid. Had to stop himself from talking shit because he respects you, and damn if i dont appreciate that, i dont want to hear negative talk about you. Oh man, our boys are something special, ya know, if anything I won't have anything to regret if you do decide to walk away.

The reason is I helped you raise yourself to where you are now (and im proud that i stepped in and was able to help you, what sucks is if you keep going the way you are i wont be able to keep helping you like that), and I get to have those amazing souls in my life for the rest of my life. I'm building myself up for me, he suggested it was for you, which sure partly it is, but I recognize I had stagnated for years and wasn't making the moves I needed for me. Partly because I felt I had to pick up on the other end for them, especially when you started going out and partying again and i would rather have played homemaker as i am. I lost the support of my partner when i was getting ready to improve myself (i had the desire). I'm of course going to go party too, but you had your turn, that I really helped facilitate your growth. It hurts that you don't seem to respect that, and that youre not going to help facilitate my growth now im ready, but i guess you sort of did, i would have been focused on you and stressing about how to hold us together, now that focus is getting blurry because youre choosing to walk away And i can center in on whats good for me and the boys long term. Maybe you do, maybe you just don't have the sexual desire for me even though I crave you. I wish you'd sit and have an honest conversation and even be willing to look at our relationship as a partnership, one with benefits (lol because i still want that sexy ass), maybe you need time to reach that point. Maybe we can work some angle there, wouldn't that be nice.

Maybe that's just because I really do love you with everything I've got. I can't help wanting your body too. Maybe I can't help wanting to help you because I want to have the same sense of freedom you enjoy and introduced to my life. I owe you so much in terms of how I learned to find joy.

I am planning on getting back out there going out and maybe just slutting about for a while (if i can be that guy because thats never really been me no matter how much i would like to pretend). I just bought tickets for a rave and already have some empathogenics to help me have a good time and connect. I've got a hook up to get more, and I plan to use it and get a solid stockpile.

My friends say if she's out there doing this shit I can too. I'm definitely still committed to you and I want to be your life partner, but if you just want to be friends and co-parents, well, I don't really have a choice. Power dynamics of love are some cruel shit. I'd be loyal if you came back and that's what you wanted to do too. I accept your decisions always. You wanting to be away from me has been really hard to accept. I honestly just didn't believe you'd let go of what we had. I thought we were going to be the couple to handle everything.

I think I will invite him to come out with me and my guys. Maybe I'll steal your friend. Not in a spiteful way, we just actually had a sympathetic vibe going. And he's got some experience I can learn from.

The kids complicate this for me, I want them to grow up more how I did than you did. You didn't have a good childhood. You were actually abandoned by your parents, and I've always had at least one right there for me the whole time. As well as the illusion of love persisting in all things. I have abandonment issues because that's what happens when you see you parent in the moment before an unexpected death steals them from your journey. Similar issues, different backgrounds. We are broken but still running. I want so badly to put your pieces together in a way that will make you happy, and let me be happy with you, but only you can really do that for yourself. Part of my abandonment issues comes from my last partner drifting and dropping me the way you seem intent to as well. That shit makes it hard to trust any future lover. You might have just dunked me deeper into the abandonment pool. Far enough that I'm not going to try to build a real deep connection, at least for a while. Your friend said two years. It didn't take that long after my ex, because I had you. I told her I had no regrets because she helped pull me out of the sad broody depressive I was for years after my dad died, and we always had good times together. I still feel blindsided by what she did to me. She lost feelings in a different way. I wish I understood her better, too. How I hurt her, because I think I really did. I think how I hurt you was more us reacting out of fear more than anything, which is why I think we could still work out. I can't make you want what you don't want, though, no matter how hard I try.

I wish you could feel how I feel about you for a day.

[dojae-huh]

i liked his other song more, i found in it that lucas was more himself, carefree as he used to be and i was glad to see that, i think he should focus on that. i think you missed my main point that the scandal is irrelevant now. it doesn't matter because sm made it not matter. you assumed that because i have a very pragmatic view of the scandal (focused solely on facts and not hearsay) that i couldn't check out his mv with an open mind, but i did. yes, we exist! normal people in kpop fandom. i know, it's strange in such an all-or-nothing fandom. regardless, renegade still doesn't fit him imo. but how will i know if like his music if i don't check it out? yes, many people checked it out of spite, they hate-watch it, just to make mean tweets about it. but that's not universally true. and we can talk about what we like and don't like in music, what works and doesn't, without being hateful. you give reviews of music here too, and say what you dislike and like. haters will always hate, and honestly, i don't care for them or to watch what they say. if i don't like something i tune it out, block the words on twitter. i don't feel the need to hate on him and waste my energy on that. but i'm also allowed to say i don't like a song. reviews on music aren't exclusive to people who love an idol with unwavering support before the music is released - that makes no sense, otherwise, no one would find new artists to like. and about "if someone hates an idol they shouldn't engage" that sounds unrealistic when kpop stan twt thrives off: hate-trains, bashing, performative outrage, fights and arguments, pity parties, and "my idol is better than yours". that's basically kpop twt. hate tweets go viral more than praise ones. stans crave this type of thing. hating on the internet is what gives people entertainment in this day and age. and im not lauding this behavior, i think it's weird, but it's observable evidence. so being an idol means inevitably, at one point in time, fans will throw harsh words and tomatoes at you. i think idols are aware of this too. sitting here thinking "why must haters talk about lucas if they don't like him" like other anon was wandering misses the point that today it is lucas, yesterday was huh yunjin, december was jeon somi, before was taeyong and the MiA idols, and tomorrow will be another, in an endless cycle of never-ending hating and bashing. the only way to escape it completely is to not have twitter because stans wont stop hating. this is their entertainment, their modern online coliseum. so anon, don't be shy about blocking people you see saying things you don't like, don't engage with it or else the algorithm will think you like that type of content. there is no point talking to haters, it's best to just block on sight (it's what i do). it helps curate a more enjoyable experience for those who want to still use twt like myself but don't wanna be bombarded with hate all the time.

[thelocalscepticx]

the atlas paradox after thoughts

{SPOILERS}

- callum is so broken and i think hes such an interesting character to analyze. like the thoughts of 'if you could feel everyones emotions all the time, you would have to shut off your own or you would fucking shatter'

-tristan needs to get his shit together ngl

- NICO AND GIDEON FINALLY

- hc libby is a lesbian and belen deserved better

- libby is imo the most cruel and manipulative person of the six. it was true in the first book its true now

- tho we love a corruption arc

- ngl kinda hope ezra lives. like did he do shitty things? yes. should you kidnap ur ex to 'save the world'? probably not. did i disagree with some of his philosophy and reasonings.... next question. also the fact that i think that that interaction would be really fucking fascinating. (i just want to have him and atlas yell at eachother more so i can critique their relationship more)

- parisa is and always will be the queen of my heart. i want more callum and parisa moments im the next book because i think theyre so similar and seeing their banter cracks me up

- if libby and tristan end up together i will literally cry and throw up and shit my pants in rage they are AWFUL together.

- belen deserved better pt 2

- i think reina didnt do much this book (other than possibly draft a damn pantheon) so im hoping we see her research come to fruition in the next book

- suddenly i love dalton? like him and parisa burning it to the ground? mania? madness? im living for it

-callum x tristan supremacy. they remind me of those broken plates that you mend with gold and they become more beautiful

- does anyone remember all the shit callum said about the 6 in the first book?

"Libby Rhodes was an anxious impending meltdown whose decisions were based entirely on what she had allowed the world to shape her into. She was more powerful than all of them except for Nico, and of course she was. Because that was her curse: regardless of how much power she possessed, she lacked the dauntlessness to misuse it. She was too small-minded, too un-hungry for that. Too trapped within the cage of her own fears, her desires to be liked. The day she woke up and realized she could make her own world would be a dangerous one, but it was so unlikely it hardly kelt Callum up at night." (301)

"'Parisa is dangerous. She is angry," he clarified. "She is furious, vindictive, spiteful, naturally misanthropic. If she had Libby's power, or Nico's, she would have destroyed what remains of society by now...[she's here] to find a way to do it...Destroy things. The world possibly. Or control it. Whatever option suits her when she find it"'(305)

"Libby was a hero. Parisa was a villain. They would both be disappointed in the end." (300)

the way that all of this is being brought up again in TAP is beautiful

- callum is on his way to some sort of redemption/selfless arc i can TASTE IT and i crave it.

- everyone is hot. all the time. it hurts me

- blake is great at gaslighting me into making me think i understand any of the mathematic scientific bs they talk about at any given time

- theyre all so broken and in need of therapy

- i want callum to verbally destroy adrian caine

- i want all of them to succeed in their funky lil goals and become gods (except libby)

- speaking of libby- i think shed be a great villain

anyways. this series? owns my mf ass

[rottingreveries]

YOU DON'T GOTTA LIKE ME, YOUR BITCH DO!

pairing: hanma shuji x AFAB!reader (they/them pronouns)

rating: NSFW! MDNI.

synopsis: your boyfriend hates hanma, though you imagine you'd also hate the person who was fucking your significant other better than you were.

cw: infidelity, heavy cursing, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, slapping, dacryphilia, dumbification, mention of edging, mating press, unprotected sex, cervix fucking, creampie, hanma calls you a bitch, size kink kinda, very light choking, hanma both takes and sends a pic while fucking you, you breakup with your bf over the phone while getting absolutely railed!

wc: 1,386

a/n: another repost from my old blog :) also i do not condone cheating, this is JUST fiction

"i just can't fuckin' stand him, y'know? and it's not that i don't trust you, baby, i don't trust him. he knows i hate him, so i bet he's just trying to get close to you to spite me or something."

right, him. your boyfriend hates hanma, the very one who's between your legs at the moment. he grins wolfishly at your boyfriend's words, hands gripping the back of your soft thighs and pushing them towards your chest.

"mmh, i get it," you mumble into your phone. your gaze is steady on hanma— watching, waiting as he teases your clit with the tip of his cock. "hey, i-i gotta go. i'll talk t-to you tomorrow."

"wait, are you okay?"

no. no, you're absolutely not okay. hanma has been edging you for a fucking hour and, on top of that, you've had to listen to your boyfriend drone on, and on, and on about just how much he doesn't like hanma. you're out of your fucking mind and you might either cry or scream if he doesn't fuck you they way you've been craving.

"yeah—“ you breathe, “yeah, just sleepy, 's all."

he hums softly, "oh, alright. then yeah, i'll talk to you—“

your phone slips from your hand as hanma finally sinks into you, and for once he's not being completely merciless and fucking his full length into your cunt in one swift thrust like he usually does. you fumble for your phone and the tips of your fingers tap away at the screen in search of the hang up button with reckless abandon.

but hanma, as cruel as he is, suddenly drags his hips back just to drive the entirety of his cock back inside you. you breathe out a choked gasp just before you manage to hang up, eyes wide at his actions. you lied, he’s just as fucking merciless as he always is and he makes sure to prove that point at any given opportunity.

and he’s especially cruel today because when he’d usually make you cum two or three times before even thinking about fucking you, he hasn’t made you cum even once. he’s too big and with barely any prep, the stretch is borderline unbearable.

"shuji!" you cry in protest, your palms pressing against his hips, "fuck— h-hold on!"

“whatsa matter, i’m too big for you now?” he teases you, laughing at the tears pooling in your eyes and slapping your hands away. “ha—what if your boyfriend saw you right now? think he’d be upset that i’m fuckin’ you better?”

your eyes widen again and hanma smirks, "maybe he'd finally learn how to fuck your greedy pussy, huh? think we should show ‘im how good i fuck you?”

"shuji—“ you attempt to complain, but it dies on the tip of your tongue when he grabs your shoulders and fucks you further into his mattress. "shuji!”

it's not a complaint anymore, you're pleading, hands grasping at his wrists to try to ground yourself. your thighs are pressed to your chest and he's too fucking deep— it feels so good that it hurts, and you love it. even as his tip keeps hitting your cervix, you can’t even begin to care, you just want all of him.

"yeah? knew you'd fuckin' like that. fuck, your boyfriend's all worried about the bitch who's whorin' themselves out to me. such a slut, just for me." and hanma is mean as always, grabbing your face only to slap you a second later to get your attention. "you listenin' to me?"

"yes! yes, yes, jus' for you— all for you—“

that's it, he thinks, grin widening at the notion of having already reduced you to this. he loves when you're like this— dumb on his cock, teary eyed, and babbling unashamedly.

hanma leans back on his knees, grabbing your phone and typing your passcode in with muscle memory alone. he can tell you're about to cum, it's when you're most agreeable, letting him do as he pleases while you lift your hips greedily to meet each thrust.

"i'm cumming— fuck, i'm— please—“

you stumble over your own words, stuttering and shaking underneath him and you cum with a pretty cry that's like fucking music to hanma's ears. he snaps a blurry picture and doesn’t bother to retake it, as he can't find it in himself to do so when your walls start to tighten around his dick. he sends it regardless, and to add salt to the wound he's causing, he sends a second text that simply reads -hanma ♡.

"’m jus’ gonna tell him," you blurt in the midst of your high, "fuck— fuck, oh god— 'want you, shuji!”

hanma's hips still entirely for a second because despite all odds, you've actually managed to catch him off guard for once. panic flickers in your chest, thinking maybe you’ve said the wrong thing, but somehow he starts to rut into you impossibly harder, making his headboard knock rhythmically against the wall with each thrust.

"ah, fuck," hanma huffs out, dropping your phone and pressing your thighs further against your chest instead, "you want me, huh?”

you do— you shouldn’t, but you fucking do, and you curse yourself for it. you seem to have forgotten just who he is and what he does for a living— that he has killed people, he’s fucking dangerous, and he could even kill you without so much as batting an eye if you pushed him to do so.

but maybe that makes him all the more enticing, which is simply an added bonus to just how damn well he fucks you. your pride be damned, you don't fucking care about how bad of an idea this is, of course you want him.

“i-i swear, yes, oh my— fuck, yes—“

your phone starts to ring and without a second thought, hanma picks it up and holds it to your ear. you said you’d tell your boyfriend, so he’s gonna fucking make sure you do. his other hand is wrapped loosely around your neck, a sinister kind of glint in his eyes. you know what to do, and you have absolutely no shame in doing so.

“what the fuck was that—“

“i’m breakin’ up with you,” you tell him bluntly, your voice shaking and whiney. hanma grins and moves his hand from your neck, using his thumb to rub tight circles over your neglected clit. “ah—! shit, we-we’re done—“

that’s enough for hanma. he tugs the phone away and hangs up, tossing it somewhere— he doesn’t care where it lands or if it cracks, and neither do you. your wet cunt feels way too fucking good wrapped around his cock, he’ll just buy you a new one if he has to. he thinks he’d buy anything you fucking asked for as long as you keep letting him use you as he pleases.

“cum,” he says, almost sounding like he’s out of breath, “make a fuckin’ mess on my cock—“

you don’t have to be told twice, and you cum again practically on fucking command, squirting all over the shirt he didn’t bother taking off. hanma laughs and you cling desperately to him, tears spilling over your cheeks as you already feel like you could cum again, despite your exhaustion.

hanma’s hips start to stutter and he groans, “‘m gonna ruin you for other fuckin’ men, y’know that?” his words are white noise to you, you don’t know what the fuck he’s rambling about and yet you still nod and plead all the same. “gonna make you my personal fuckin’ toy—“

without even realizing, you’re cumming again, clenching around his cock even tighter than before, and that’s what finally does it for hanma. his hands grip your thighs so tightly that you’re certain they’ve already bruised, and he releases deep inside you with a low, raspy groan— one you’ve come to relish because he rarely ever allows you to hear it.

“fuck,” he lets out an airy laugh as he slowly pulls out to watch his cum drip out of you. this might be his favorite part, he thinks.

there’s a wide smirk on his face and you quickly shake your head, “god, shu’, no—“

“we should show him how hot you look like this, too, don’tcha think? maybe we’ll make a video for him.~”

[lucky-draws]

thinking abt the coincidence/fate/parallel thingy of big boss being in the coma for 9 years aka exactly the same amount of years as the age gap between him and ocelot.

because it's like. at first you have ocelot as the bratty rookie kid falling for the older supersoldier guy and maybe ocelot spends years trying to bridge that gap, to prove himself, to impress, to make bb notice him. but then. once the coma happens and bb wakes up again suddenly it's all different.

ocelot is now 39 aka the same age as bb when he went under. and during the 9 years ocelot has grown up while bb has slept, unchanging, so while bb is now physically 48 really they're mentally sort of the same age. equals now. (but it took a tragedy and 9 missing years of bb's life to get to this.)

but ALSO do u ever think abt. the sheer amount of trust they have in each other in 84. ocelot is entrusting bb with the words to wake him up from his hypnosis. bb is entrusting ocelot to carry out the phantom plan. but it's LIKE. it's not that trust itself but the context of it. like. [continued below]

i think of them as being always sort of scared of each other in some ways. like it's a contradiction of bb knowing ocelot has pledged his loyalty and yet being wary of ocelot all the same. and ocelot for all his ability is still sort of at the mercy of bb like anyone else is. and maybe more so because bb knows the extent of ocelot's feelings for him. (in my mind.) there's power in that fact bc bb knows that ocelot will likely do whatever bb asks of him if it's in bb's best interests.

but also on a more general level they're both such deadly killers. neither is more powerful than the other in terms of a simple physical fight. they're both predators; it's not cat and mouse. and they're opposites in many ways and could even hate each other in some ways but at the same time they're the only people alive who can properly understand each other. and they're linked together by the you killed my mom thing whether they like it or not. i digress but the point is.

they're red string of fate intertwined in weird twisted ways and bb has all sorts of conflicting feelings about ocelot and ocelot although he's madly in love is also so coldly rational at the same time that you never know what he might do and they're locked in this tense thing of mutually assured destruction and fucked up dynamics BUT.

in spite of this they "trust" each other. in 84 bb's life (his safety) is in ocelot's hands. and ocelot's life (his real memories) is in bb's hands. they know they'll meet again, because how could they not. they're inseparable from each other but not even inherently in a romantic way they're just like that.

they almost blur into one. they're both monstrous, they're both deadly. when they fight with each other it's like something they could never find in anyone else. maybe ocelot tried to find it in kaz during the 9 years, but it wasn't the same. kaz is a warrior, a liar, a manipulator, a betrayer, sure; but amongst his lack of morals and his confused cravings for power, control, money, sex, blood, a place to belong, whatever, there's something deep down in him, some kindness or compassion of some sort maybe, which prevents him from ever fully becoming all monster and no man.

whereas with bb it's different. they're both equally insane. when they fight they don't hold back; their eyes glow red.

they're both "sons of the boss" too, of course, which is a whole kinda thing. maybe ocelot hates that bb sees her in him; but maybe he's also glad of it, bc if she wasn't his mother, maybe bb wouldn't bother to keep him around at all. and he can't pretend he's never been curious about his mother, and bb is one of the only people he knows who knew her; so while he might like to forget her, to pretend that she's dead and gone, it's not really like that. and ocelot knows better than most people whether the dead really stay gone or not.

which brings me to something else im thinking abt. like what if it's 1999 and john is dead, everyone says he's dead, killed by his son, but if that's true then why hasn't ocelot seen him? OK, some people don't come back as ghosts, but John's soul hardly deserves to rest in peace. every time it rains he's all antsy, wondering if this time bb will show up, but he never does. and ocelot is as rational, logical and calculating as he is hopelessly in love so he thinks about it and draws two possible conclusions. either bb is genuinely at peace, or he isn't actually dead. it's entirely possible that he's still alive - stranger things have happened, and the man does seem to lead a charmed life. and maybe somehow he manages to hear something from someone that bb is in a coma again. but - my god, if that is true, how long will it be this time? another 9 years? he doesn't even know where john is this time. it's 75 all over again. he should have been there when the crash happened; he should have been there in zanzibarland.

so anyway. too long did not read. do you ever feel just a tiny little bit insane about bosselot. because of things like these.