#Sam's Chats to the Void

[sam-the-friendly-ghost]

Sam's chats with the void: Petting people's dogs

I've been gaining the courage to ask if I can pay people's dogs every so often, and I wanted to share what has happened so far.

Before I get into this, I never approach someone to pet their service dog, a dog that appears to be getting trained (being handed treats on a semi regular basis), or a dog that appears to be reactive. Unless they have a sign saying they want help with training their dog, approaching these dogs can be harmful.

Into the more lighthearted stuff!

So far nobody has said no! One person said "someone should be meeting us here soon, and then we'll have to be on our way," but even that wasn't a no. (That dog was an old golden retriever btw. Super friendly and gentle. Loved getting some slow massage like pats.)

One time I asked someone in a park if I could pet their dog, and they said yes. The dog wasn't super interested in being pet, but was having a fun time sniffing around while the owner and I got talking. The owner had their phone ring, they said "oh I have to take this, could you entertain her for a minute?" And handed me a ball. That dog and I had so much fun for about 15 minutes while the owner took the call. After she thanked me, because her dog gets bored when they stay still for too long, and she has a hard time multi-tasking. I was just happy I got to bond with the dog in the way she enjoyed.

Sometimes I've been given instructions for how to interact with the dog to make sure I wouldn't mess up any training. Things like "If they jump up, stop all interacting with them, and turn around." Usually those dogs are puppies, and I'm happy to make sure they don't get confused in their training.

I really recommend asking to pet people's dogs.make sure to be polite, and be taking extra care to read the dog's body language. Let them sniff you before seeing if they want pets, and definitely do not chase them. Be kind to the dog and the owner. Talk to the owner, and talk about dogs or something.

And most important of all, if the owner says no, don't pet their dog. Also don't pet their dog before asking (even if the dog has greeted you). They may be busy, know something you don't know, or just not want to deal with a stranger, and that is perfectly okay.

But if the owner says yes...

DOG

[captain-noir]

found out both jacob and sam were where the wild things are truthers as kids and my brain short-circuited coz i kin them wtf

[boqvistsbabe]

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[sam-the-friendly-ghost]

Sam's chats with the void: Rise isn't bad guys

This is why it bothers me when TMNT fans say that Rise is bad. It really isn't, it's just different. I like the Crow didn't like TMNT for a long time, but I saw a clip of the rise movie and decided to give the show a shot.

To my surprise I lived the show, and I kicked my family out of the living room so I could watch the movie on the TV. I cried my heart out when Leo sacrificed himself despite knowing it was a kids movie, and everything would turn out fine.

After that I started watching other TMNT iterations, and joined the fandom. My favourite show is 2003, and 2007 is the best movie of all time. IDW convinced me that non-fandom comics can be amazing, and this fandom has got me improving my creative skills everyday.

When I started watching 2003 I didn't like it, and I thought only Rise was good, but I stuck with it because it was TMNT. again 2003 is my favourite now, and I'm quickly running out of TMNT official content to consume.

Rise isn't bad, it's just different.

Because Rise is so different it's given the TMNT fandom a chance to grow at a rapid pace. But if Rise fans are told their show sucks they might not try any other TMNT. If the rise fans are pushed out the TMNT fandom is more likely to shrink in the future, than grow. We need things to change to attract new fans.

You are allowed to dislike parts of TMNT, you are allowed to dislike Rise. But understand that's your preference. Don't push away new fans because of your opinion.

If your new to the TMNT fandom, and have only watched rise, welcome. I encourage you to try other shows, movies, and comics. There isn't another part of TMNT like rise, but you'd be surprised what you might enjoy. Mutant mayhem is coming out soon, and it's more likely to be closer to other iterations than Rise, so warm up to them at idea now by looking at TMNT's history. If you just want to talk about Rise that's cool too, and I hope you enjoy your time here with us.

Why I like Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

(my part of the letter from my last reblog)

Up until about three months ago, I disliked the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I saw the trailer for the Bayverse live-action TMNT and quickly decided I hated it. The live-action designs and the turtles’ attitude towards April felt gross, and I suppose that I, a young teenage girl at the time, felt like I didn’t fit in the target audience.

Flash forward to four months ago. I’m scrolling through my Tumblr feed – looking for Ninjago fanart and completely disregarding the target audience for lego ninja – when I see something under the “For you” tab.

It’s a Rise comic, but I don’ recognize it as TMNT yet. It’s a drawing of a scruffy-looking teenage boy, with long black hair and a hockey stick. He appears to be underground, looking a little lost. He turns, and before him sits a giant robot, deactivated and covered in moss. It’s a turtle, I realize, but I still haven’t realized that it’s a TMNT comic.

Then the boy calls his Uncle Donnie, who’s a turtle in purple. It’s then that I realize; I’ve been tricked. I’m reading a TMNT comic and genuinely enjoying it. I begrudgingly give the comic a like and go on with my day.

Over the next few weeks, I keep seeing more of the comic. To my horror, I’m actually enjoying reading it. One month after discovering the comic, I give in. I go to the first page of the comic and read from the beginning. 

It’s the story of a family trying to survive in a world overrun by invaders. Their family is made up of four color-coded turtles who make up the nebulous concept of uncle-dad, their entirely human older sister, and the scruffy-looking teenager they-re all trying to keep alive. This family dynamic is one I quickly grow to love, and the comix earns itself a place in my heart.

And then I watch the Rise movie.

Skip ahead to the present. I just watched the Rise movie two days ago (it had me in tears). As I write this, I’m also trying to figure out a plothole in the seventh chapter of the fanfiction I’m writing. Just yesterday, I finished designing the skeleton of my yokai character (because why not. I love speculative anatomy). I’m still reading the comic, which just updated yesterday. I’m happy with my new interest.

I love Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for the family dynamic. I’ve always been a fan of unconventional families, and I’ve grown a liking for color-coded squads. I enjoy how April is more like a sister than a crush for the boys to fight over. I feel a certain kinship with Donnie, as an autistic-coded middle child who loves to learn. I absolutely adore Raph, the person who’s had to step up to care for their siblings and yet hasn’t quite grown out of the stage of life where he’s just a kid. Mikey is so silly and adorable, and he reminds me of my younger sister; the youngest and somehow the wisest at times. Leo feels just like a character from the first show I ever had such an interest in (Lance from Voltron: Legendary Defender) and I think he’s pretty awesome. 

I also enjoy the show’s unique takes on some things. I find it cool how the turtles are all different species. I love how this iteration’s version of Casey Jones is an energetic young woman from a rival clan. I find it interesting how Karai is a loving ancestor instead of an enemy. I love the artstyle of the show, where each turtle’s design is unique (compared to other shows where the only way I can tell them apart is by the color of their mask). I think it’s cool how the backstory is different from some of the other iterations, how the turtles were mutated on purpose and how Splinter used to be a famous actor. I think the yokai are awesome, how they’re like mutants but were there long before. I enjoy finding the little references, like the pictures of other TMNT shows on Donnie’s conspiracy board, or the fact that the source of yokai power is a Kraang. 

I have so many questions left unanswered about the show, and I’m sure others do as well. I would love to see the return of Rise. I have no doubt that it would be awesome.

#unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

– Crow

P.S. The comic I am referring to is by @somerandomdudelmao on Tumblr. I have no words to describe how much the comic means to me. Cass, if you’re reading this, thank you. 

[findmeinforks]

Stay - Paul Lahote X Fem!Reader

Happy 2024! I honestly didn't know what to call this, but I just kept writing and now I'll probably need a part 2 🙃 enjoy 💕 2.8K words

"You have no idea how excited I am. I mean just how long have I been begging you to come live with me?" Emily grinned into the phone that was tucked between her shoulder and ear. She paced the kitchen while whisking a bowl of brownie mix, mindlessly chatting away.

"I must warn you though that the house does get chaotic. But the boys are pretty good about keeping up after themselves," she said while swatting away Embry's hand that almost made a dip in the bowl. He put his hands up in self defense as she rolled her eyes.

"Sounds great. Sam will pick you up at the airport tomorrow at noon. Let me know if you need anything else, and have a safe flight. I love you!" She she set the bowl on the counter, hanging up the phone.

"Was that Y/N? She's moving in tomorrow?" Quil questioned from the table with a mouth full of chips.

"Yes, and I trust that you boys will be on your best behavior in welcoming her..." Emily raised her eyebrow as she pointed a dripping whisk of batter at all the men now surrounding the kitchen.

"Depends, is she hot?" Embry snickered as he sat down.

"Oh....she is." Quil emphasized with wide eyes.

"Get it Embry!" Paul snorted as he clapped him on the back, reaching over into Quil's bag of chips.

"They WILL be on their best behavior. And no one will be 'getting' shit." The booming voice of Sam emerged behind Emily, wrapping his arms around her torso.

He reached his head over her shoulder as she let him lick what was left on the whisk, earning a disgusted "Seriously?" from Quil.

"Hey, but what if she's my imprint??" Embry held his up his finger to argue.

"You know that would be a different story...but we know already she isn't Quil's" Sam smirked at the youngest pack members now disappointed face.

"You guys are kidding right? I've seen pictures. Shes insanely out of all your leagues." Jacob quipped as he strolled to the living room.

"Anything is better than my crushes newborn infant..." Embry muttered under his breath, making all the boys cower in laughter.

"Oh yeah? You wanna say that again?" Jacob challenged.

Sam walked around in between them, looking from side to side at them both.

"THIS is what Emily is talking about. Keep the fights outside boys. I mean it. Just because Y/N knows about the pack doesn't mean she won't get scared if you clowns nearly phase in the kitchen. Are we clear?"

The two reluctantly nodded, Jacob sulking away to the living room.

"But come on, that was kinda funny.." Embry whispered, making the other boys giggle.

Paul shook his head with a smile at his little brother, leaving the room to shower before dinner.

-

There was something about the conversation that stuck with Paul throughout the night. Since Sam had met Emily, all of his brothers wanted imprints. They all saw what it was like to have one up close, and craved it desperately. He grimaced at the thought. The idea of a "soulmate" sounded ridiculous to Paul.

The problem wasn't that he didn't believe in it. Anybody could see the intense love that imprints had for one another, their bond growing with them until old age.

But Paul was not familiar with the term love. He never did get to see the love between his father and mother. She had been his imprint, but passed long before Paul could remember much about her. He watched his father struggle emotionally, never being able to get through the grief of her loss. Sure, he raised Paul as best he could, but deep down it was his mother that would have filled the void in their quiet house.

Things did get a little brighter when Paul joined the pack. For the first time he truly felt like he was part of a real family. He came home to hot meals, genuine laughter, and lively conversation. Not only had he gained a group of brothers, but ones with unwavering loyalty. None of them ever strayed away when Paul lost control of his temper, and were the first ones to help him learn to control it.

Maybe that was the reason he never looked for anything serious when it came to women. What was the point? One little outburst and they were out the door quicker than they had come in. He didn't allow himself to feel anything for them, because they'd end up leaving, and he was saving himself the heart break anyways.

Paul lay awake that night certain about one thing, he didn't need an imprint.

-

You inhaled the crisp fall air. Smiling wide as you looked up the steps to the new home awaiting you, the patio adorned in different flowers and cutesy outdoor decor.

"Oh Em it's just how I remember. You always make it look so cozy," you said as you squeezed the arm of your cousin beside you.

She returned your same smile.

"You're too sweet. I just can't believe you're really here. Come on, I'll introduce you to the boys."

You followed her up the steps, walking through the door to the warm smell of baked goods, no doubt that Emily had been up all night. You chuckled to yourself as you remember how she would go overboard on food whenever she was excited about something and couldn't sleep.

What you weren't used to, however, was being greeted by the several shirtless men. All incredibly in shape with tattoos on their arms, you might have been intimidated if it weren't for their cheesy smiles.

Emily gestured to each of them,

"You remember Quil, and that's Embry, Jacob, Seth, andddd well," she looked around puzzled for a moment. "I guess I'll introduce you to Paul whenever he comes around."

You waved at Quil and shook the other's hands.

There must have been some sort of inside joke, because as you finished with introductions you saw Sam laugh while they collectively let out a small sigh.

You don't think you were meant to hear it, but you caught Sam whisper at Embry,

"Better luck next time kid."

Emily didn't make a big deal of whatever it was, guiding you to your room.

After you got settled in, you found yourself strolling the hallway, looking over all the framed pictures on the wall. You had been over the moon when Emily had found Sam. You've never seen her so happy before, and you could tell he looked at her in the exact same way.

Not paying attention when the bathroom door opened, you collided with a large bare chest that stepped into the hall.

You gasped as two strong arms to match caught you before you fell, luckily, and you embarrassingly faced the one man you of course had no former introduction with.

"I am so, so sorry. I-"

"No no it's fine, are you-"

Both of you started and stopped mid sentence. Your attention had been captured when you two locked eyes. It was like you had been anchored to the floor by them. This warm, fuzzy energy had your entire body buzzing. It was so silent that you could hear your own blood flow in your ears. You furrowed your eyebrows in the haze. What the hell...

"ARE YOU SHITTING ME??"

A loud voice cut through the trance and you flinched at the abrupt sound. The man held you slightly tighter for a moment, as if he was about to protect you from whatever had interrupted you both in this hypnotic state.

Turning around so you both could see that the voice had been Embry, the man looked back and quickly dropped his arms, as if he just realized he had been holding you that whole time.

An unfamiliar emptiness lingered when he let go. He quickly averted his gaze, mumbling another apology before brushing past you, into a room, shutting the door.

-

His imprint. Right there. In the hallway of his own home.

Paul couldn't breathe.

He sat on the edge of his bed, nervously running his hands through his hair in a panic.

You were beautiful.

Breathtaking.

Your smell was intoxicating and your skin was so, so very soft. Your voice sounded like an angel. Your hair-

No.

No, he couldn't let himself think like this. He didn't need an imprint. Didn't even want one in the first place.

Was this some kind of sick joke the universe was playing on him? This girl could have anyone she wants. Why him?

Emily's call for dinner had him taking deep breaths. He could do this. They could live amongst eachother and not have to talk. There's ton of people in this house, it would be rare that the two of them would ever be alone. Right? Right. He could do this.

He walked into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face. Wake up. It's just some girl. No different than the many that he had been with. Hell, if he could have sex with someone and never think of them again, he could do it. They had barely exchanged a sentence. Barely touched. He would be fine.

-

You sat down at the table, trying to behave as normal as possible. What happened in the hall was nothing. Whiplash. Yes, it was probably the whiplash from running into him. The poor guy seemed shy, and he was most likely just as shook up as you. It was a small accident and nothing more. He certainly didn't seem angry or upset, just caught off guard.

But wow....was he handsome. Certainly more attractive than any lousy guy you'd ever been with. He had this aroma of sandalwood and forest that was enchanting.

Okay, slow down Y/N. Let's not walk in on the first day and jump on some guy. After all, you two are going to be living together. Maybe don't make him uncomfortable in his own home. You shook your head to yourself. Just forget about the whole thing and it will be fine.

Luckily, Emily had started conversations around the table, easily able to take your mind elsewhere.

That was, until he came in the room. There was a beat of silence when he entered, the other boys seeming to look at him like they were anticipating something. When he didn't make a sound or even look up to anyone, slumping at the table and taking a plate, the conversations arose again.

Dinner was excellent as usual for Emily's cooking, and besides your beating heart constantly begging you to look at the man near the end of the table, it was almost normal.

It was when Emily put delicious brownies on the table, that it took a turn for the worse.

"I'M NOT GOING TO TELL YOU AGAIN. SHUT THE FUCK ALONE ABOUT IT" Everyone's head turned to the angry voice. It was him. He was so visibly upset that he was shaking, staring daggers at Embry beside him. Slamming his fists on the table as he stood up, you let an audible gasp slip.

That's when he looked at you for the second time that night. It was a far reach, but somehow you saw his eyes soften. The crinkles of anger in his eyebrows vanished, and he swallowed, before bolting out the door. Sam immediately followed, and Emily sighed, reaching out to touch your arm.

"I'm sorry about Paul. He's very.....expressive sometimes."

Paul.

-

"Leave me alone Sam."

Paul sighed through the mind link, his large wolf racing through the trees.

He didn't mean it. He never means it. But Embry would simply not stop talking. First it was meaningless. He asked what imprinting felt like. Paul had shrugged it off as nothing crazy, hoping he'd drop it there. Then, he had asked him if he planned on pursuing the imprint. Of course he told him he wasn't. He didn't need a soulmate. No matter what his instincts told him. But then, Embry had smiled and thanked him, telling him that you were now "fair game".

That had been when he lost it.

He stopped on the edge of a cliff, breathing in the fresh water air. Sam slowly approached his side.

"Embry only said that to get a rise out of you, you know."

Paul scoffed.

"He can do whatever he wants. I don't care about her."

"Oh you don't?" Sam didn't sound so convinced.

"Even if I did, she wouldn't want me. Did you....did you see the look on her face when I yelled?" Paul replayed it over and over. You had looked absolutely frightened.

"There is a reason she was chosen to be your imprint Paul. You don't know Y/N. She is patient, and most of all understanding. If you talked to her-"

"I don't need to talk to her. I am perfectly fine alone. I don't need a woman, and I definitely don't need an imprint."

Sam sighed.

"Paul. You can do what you want. I'm not the type of alpha to force you to love someone. But believe me when I say that I had a dark past. I was also comfortable with being alone. Emily is the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Having a conversation with her doesn't mean there will be wedding bells tomorrow. All I'm saying is you don't know unless you try."

Paul nodded, and Sam left him with his thoughts.

-

You stared at the numbers on your phone screen. 2:00am. You huffed in frustration. Your mind had been a constant replay of the events today, your mind spiraling. You had settled on the fact things around here were weird, when you had visited Emily and accidentally caught sight of Sam in wolf form. But this energy couldn't have anything to do with that. Could it?

You decided to make yourself some tea to try and relax. Knowing Emily you knew there had to be some in the kitchen. You tip toed in the dark, your body stiffening as you recognized a familiar muscular back that sat at the kitchen table in a dim light.

You were ready to retreat back to your room when he turned his head around to look at you.

Damn, wolves must have good hearing.

"I was just....going to make some tea.." you pointed to the cabinet awkwardly.

He nodded, looking back down at what appeared to be a cup of coffee.

He couldn't sleep either?

You mindlessly tapped your fingers against the counter as you awaited the kettle, praying that if you stared at it long enough, it would speed up the process.

-

Fuck, was this torture. You were like a goddess, standing there in your pajamas, hair astray and up in a haphazard bun. He imagined walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, soaking in your warmth while he pressed gentle kisses on your neck. He wondered what it sounded like to hear you laugh...

STOP STARING. Say something. Anything. Just. Try.

He cleared his throat. It must have startled you because you quickly turned to face him.

"I'm...sorry. About what you saw earlier. That's not like me. I-Embry, he can get under my skin sometimes," he rubbed the back of his head.

"But that's no excuse. I'm-um, Im Paul, by the way."

He lifted his hand up in an almost wave. Why was he so awkward? He was never this way with women.

You giggled, and suddenly, he felt like he was in heaven.

"Y/N. And no worries at all, Emily said you can be....'expressive' sometimes."

He chuckled.

"That's one word for it. But I just don't want to scare you off..."

"Well. I think if knowing that you can all turn into a large creatures who can rip me apart and that doesn't scare me away, I think you were okay." You smiled. He could look at that smile forever.

-

He was actually talking to you. Man, was his laugh so perfect. You could talk with him forever.

The kettle screeched, and you reluctantly made your tea.

"Well....I guess I'll see you around, Paul." You took your mug and headed for your room.

-

His name on her tongue. He wanted her to say it again.

"You can stay. If-if you want. I, uh, I don't...know much about you."

You smiled.

"I'd like that."

To be continued......

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hi there, i feel like our spouse doesn't react much to all the magical weirdness on our farm

Can i get some hc for Sdv+sve spouses one day waking up and being able to see an army of juminos recolting crops (farmer have like 4/6 juminos huts and lots of crops)

And the farmer just say "oh you can finally see them" while giving the juminos some raisins.

Heya 👋 Thank you for your ask, dear anon! (and I apologize for taking a little longer to answer 😅).

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SDV/SVE bachelors:

Alex can't believe his own ears! Spirits? For real? No way! The athlete dropped everything and quickly walked over to one of the Junimo and started poking at them, causing the little creature to squeak. "Alex, don't be rude. At least offer them raisins first." "Oh, sorry..." But he can't help himself because... a real spirits!

"Hey hon, I made you coffee-" Stepping out onto the front porch of the farm house, Shane found an army of apples with eyes and arms and legs following Farmer around like little chickens following mama hen. With a "fuck this shit, I'm out" face, he walked back home, thinking it was all from lack of sleep.

Sam's eyes nearly popped out of his orbits when he saw Farmer surrounded by apple-like creatures that were jumping and reaching for the raisins in Farmer's hands. The guitarist approached his spouse with an obvious question, but his stomach rumbled treacherously. "Do you have any raisins left for me?" Breakfast first, question later.

"Huh." That was all Sebastian expressed as he treated Junimo to some raisins. This creatures kinda cute, actually. "Sebby, dear, didn't it surprise you at all?" *Sebastian looks at the huge slime hutch, the coop with void chickens, the giant golden clock and the four tall warp obelisks* "Nah, not really, why?"

Not believing his own eyes, Harvey wiped his glasses and looked again, but what he saw before him had not changed. Farmer was still standing over the strange leaf house, and the apple-like creatures were still jumping around them. The doctor felt a little uneasy. He wants to ask. At the same time, he doesn't want to ask anything, lest he break his mind completely.

At first Elliott couldn't understand why there were different apples lying around his spouse. Red, yellow, green... blue and purple? Until those apples had eyes, arms and legs. "Good morning, Elliott, did you sleep well?" Apparently not, because the writer feels that sleep deprivation is making him see some... jumping apples.

Why would Magnus be surprised by the existence of Junimo? In fact, he's the one who introduced Farmer to these creatures. Interest in how his spouse had made friends quickly with the forest spirits, yes, but surprised? He is a wizard, he'd seen more stranger things than that in his life.

Well, that.... explains why Farmer refused Victor's advice to hire some helpers for the farm. Turns out his beloved spouse already has helpers... Little, apple-like helpers. Victor knows magic exists, but he didn't think he'd see something like this in real life. This is great, actually. Very interesting.

Does Lance see Junimo? *Chuckle* Of course, dear Farmer, and not only does he see them, but he even managed to ask the little forest spirits a few questions. For a good portion of raisins, because they love this treat so much. When else would the gallant adventurer have a chance to chat with Junimos, hm?

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SDV/SVE bachelorettes:

It had been about half a minute, and Maru couldn't let go of the idea that what she was seeing was the work of magic, and not Farmer's little robotic assistants. Magic, spirits... No, that somehow doesn't fit in her head. She's determined to study these 'Junimos' to see who or what they are. Erm, if the Farmer and the creatures themselves don't mind, of course.

You know that state when you have a lot of conflicting emotions bubbling up inside you, you don't know how to react to your own cognitive dissonance about the "magic" that is right in front of your eyes, but you try to stay positive for the sake of the person you love? That's what Penny was experiencing when her spouse was showing her forest spirits.

"Oh, so cute!" Abigail has a bit of magic in her, so of course she can see Junimo too. She's in awe of these forest creatures! And they are such wonderful helpers, harvesting the crops. "My spouse pays you well, yeah?" And the little Junimos jump around happily with tasty raisins in their little hands.

"Eeew! What is tha- Ah, okay, at least it's not rats." Apparently Haley can excuse cute magical forest spirits, but she draws the line when it comes to rats. Because she's terrified of those rodents, yuck. Junimos at least help her beloved Farmer with work, and they smell like forest freshness.

Merciful Yoba! Emily felt the presence of someone's unusual aura, but she couldn't explain who it was coming from. It turned out that all the time the little apple-shaped creatures had been at the farm and had helped her spouse! Kind spirits, how wonderful! And they like raisins? Oh, she sure has a treat for her new forest friends!

Huh, when Leah mentioned that Stardew Valley is "full of magic," she meant that it's full of inspiration for her future works, not literally... Oh, well. Yes, strange little creatures live with her and Farmer, so what? They're cute, kind, and hard-working. Great neighbours (not like she had when she lived in the Zuzu City).

Olivia thought all week that there were a bunch of mice running around the farm, stealing the ripe wheat. After expressing their fears to Farmer that their crops might be destroyed by pests, Farmer showed their wife that it wasn't mice, but little helpers, Junimos, who live there. ...She need a glass of wine. Maybe two.

"Oh, do you see them too, dear?" To be honest, Claire would rather not see them. Not that she minded the cute, erm, creatures, just... Eh, you know what? Why should she be surprised at all? There are so many unusual things and creatures (golden chickens, slimes) on her spouse's farm that there's no point in her being surprised.

Sophia was stuck somewhere between the "Adorable lil apples!" and "Eeeeep! What is that?!" when she saw her spouse surrounded by a dozen magical Junimos. The pink-haired girl floods Farmer with questions and tries to take pictures of the forest creatures on her phone, to show Scarlett (only they've scattered now, awww!)

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[merdeeokercee]

The more this app enables me the worse I get in real life like my love for Crowley, Sam, and Cas have never been soooooo SO SO SO. Yk? It's eating me up, taking over my brain cells I'm supposed to be using to get this degree

Liiike 😭 Now if I'm thinking about them I just hit up the tags with my dick in my hand like that's that lmao- but no fr it's just nice to see ppl yap about the same things I like and sigh SIIIIGH

ORRRRR I'm bothering my friend and always saying "would you hate me if I said This reminded me of Crowley." "Winchester moment" "I wonder if Cas likes bugs" "Why does Dean look like that-"

Like I love the show because I love the characters individually and SBSHSHS canon or divergent and just sigh I'm just im sick I'm sick and ever since I've been using this app more the more the brain rot consumes me.

I don't think I'm mad about it though. Cus now I do stuff like this and say these words into the void and it makes me happy and I get it out and yeah

But yeah I wanna bump bellies with Crowley real bad chat. Cas is like incredibly hot and So is Sam but I say that and then I really think about it and all I actually wanna do is give them all a hug and sigh 😔 this is what happens when I actually allow myself to be happy about fandoms I'm in huh

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[sam-the-friendly-ghost]

Sam's chats with the void: The "stupid" character

I always find myself disliking a show when it has "the stupid one" trope in it. Take 2012 and Mikey for example. Yes he's funny but he's the joke. The show treats him as stupid to the point where he doesn't get any other character trait. Does he care about anything? No. Because he's just stupid.

I think this trope personally hurts me because I am neurodivergent, and most traits that make a character "the stupid one" are neurodivergent ones. Seeing someone who just needs help with their disability get abandoned by the show because they're only there to be stupid really messes with my feelings. I've had plenty of people call me stupid for things I am still learning to manage despite the signs that I'm definitely not stupid.

Whenever I see this trope show up I give them a personality and feelings in my head. I usually let them be smart, but unable to show it for one reason or another (usually because the other characters are blind to it). This does show that a stupid character isn't necessarily bad, there just has to be a reason for them to be seen that way.

Keyword. Seen, not be. They can't be stupid, just seen as such.

Naruto is a great example of how this trope can work.

Naruto is a goofball who causes trouble. He doesn't pay attention in class, and needs to be told all kinds of common knowledge. He also cannot perform the clone jitsu to become genin. At first glance he's just a stupid character, until Iruka explains his past.

Iruka was exactly like Naruto as a child, but he also knows why. He was lonely and wanted to make friends. He wanted the family he didn't have so he did the only thing he could think to do as a child. His story mirrors and therefore explains Naruto's.

By the time we get the explanation though, we already know Naruto isn't stupid though. He can perform a harder ninjistu called the shadow clone jitsu easily. Later we learn he had a disadvantage because he was welding an overwhelming amount of chakra, and since making shadowclone take so much chakra it was far easier for him to perform. Naruto isn't stupid, he just needed to try something else. He also gets better over time, and learns how to use his strengths and compensate for his weaknesses. He might never perform the clone jitsu, and in that way he could still be called stupid, but he IS so much more than his ability to perform that jitsu. Rock lee can't perform ninjistu or genjitsu but he is amazing at taijitsu and becomes one of the best ninja ever. Almost every single character has a major weakness that could hold them back, and does until they get creative and find their own solution.

This brings me back to Mikey. How can he be more than the stupid one. He is shown to have great intuition and empathy, use it. Maybe he keeps pulling enemies over to the side of good. He is fast and an natural at a lot of stuff including smoke bombs. Make him a scout that keeps sneaking around Shredders bedroom or something. He's creative beyond compare. Let him help his brothers problem solve when they get stuck, even throwing out the wackiest ideas until something sticks. All of these ideas could be funny in their own right, and show Mikey as having strengths. When he struggles with impulse have him slowly learn to manage that. He can want to press a button, but ask Donnie what it does first, or even say "don't let me near that or I will push the buttons."

And the last rule is DO NOT MAKE THE CHARACTERS FEELINGS A JOKE! If you ever see a character say anything that feels like it should be ge focus of at least an episode and instead they get made a joke and that ideas ignored, congrats, you found the stupid one, and the worst part of the trope.

"stupid" characters often say once or twice "it feels like you guys don't like me," or something similar. Unlike characters the show actually cares about though, "stupid" characters will run into something, trip, or anything that makes the line "funny".

"Stop calling me clumsy!" Character cries before tripping down a flight of stairs.

"I'm not stupid!" Character yells. "Your even as dumb as a- a.. uhm. A super computer!"

"It's time for you to see that I'm capable!" They yell as they head out to complete a task. Cut to them pleading for help, or needing a rescue.

Anyways that's my rant about this trope. Please stop using it badly, nobody likes it. At best somebody dislikes the character. Most of the time you hurt the people who relate to them.

Bye!

[shadyfestivalperfection]

The Forever You Forgot~12 (End)

Summery: A six year old girl named Nadia Barnes born with a condition called 65 roses uncovers the story on how her dad-Bucky Barnes met her missing mother by narrating her the story and nothing remains the same after Nadia finds out the truth about her mother.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Note:This story is based on the movie ‘Hi papa’. This story is like what if Bucky Barnes was in this situation that the male and female lead faced in the movie ‘Hi papa’. To be honest I am absolutely obsessed with this movie and I could help but write a Bucky Barnes version of it. I would totally recommend everyone to watch this movie and get some tissues with you before you start watching.

||Master List||

Chapter 12: A Heart’s Resolve

(Author’s pov)

Y/n’s heart pounded as she ran through the hallway, catching sight of Bucky and Nadia through the window. She didn’t know what had happened a few moments ago, but the sight of them together made her breath hitch. Sam stood nearby, his expression somber.

Y/n stopped next to Sam, her gaze fixed on Bucky and Nadia, who were still wrapped in a tight hug. Bucky slowly pulled away and walked toward her.

Y/n took a shaky breath, determination in her eyes. “You came for me? You really like me, right? Just tell me that you like me, and I will leave everything behind to be with you,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Bucky placed his hands on his hips and took a deep, controlled breath. His face was stoic, his tone cold.

“Aren’t you ashamed?” Bucky said, his words like a punch to her gut. “You decided to come to a stranger like me while you’re about to get married this evening? What kind of personality do you have?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, tears pooling in her eyes. She bit her lower lip to stop it from quivering.

“I’m not sure how you imagined yourself as N/M/n, but you both are similar in one aspect—you both tend to run away from your problems. Just give up!” Bucky continued, his voice laced with bitterness.

Y/n’s tears finally spilled over, but she tried to hold her ground. “You’re insulting me for being honest,” she whispered, her voice cracking. She looked at Nadia, hoping for some kind of support, some reassurance.

“Nadia, did you hear what your father said?” Y/n asked, kneeling down to meet the little girl’s gaze. She took Nadia’s small hands in hers, her grip gentle but desperate. “Nadia… you tell me, didn’t you imagine me as your mother?”

Nadia hesitated, her small hands trembling in Y/n’s grasp. Finally, she whispered, “I did. But you are not my real mother.”

The words hit Y/n like a physical blow. Nadia pulled her hands away, and the unshed tears finally cascaded down Y/n’s cheeks. She remained kneeling on the floor, her eyes hollow, unable to comprehend the pain tearing through her chest.

Nadia turned and ran toward Bucky, who bent down and scooped her up without another word. He gave one last glance at Y/n before walking away, Sam following closely behind.

Y/n stayed on the floor, her hands resting on her lap, as silent sobs shook her frame. It felt like the ground beneath her had vanished, leaving her in a void of confusion and heartbreak.

She didn’t move, didn’t chase after them. She couldn’t. For the first time in years, she felt utterly lost.

(Bucky’s POV)

As Sam and I made our way out of the open wedding hall, where the decorations were still being set up, I spotted Y/n’s mother sitting at a table, chatting with a few guests. My jaw clenched, and I could feel anger boiling inside me. I handed Nadia over to Sam.

“Take Nadia back to our room. I’ll be right back,” I said.

Sam nodded, sensing the tension, and walked away with Nadia. As soon as they were gone, I stormed toward Y/n’s mother. Without a second thought, I flipped the table across the hall, sending plates and glasses crashing to the floor. Gasps erupted around us as Y/n’s mother looked at me in shock.

The men who had attacked me earlier rushed toward me again, but this time I didn’t hold back. I fought them off easily, letting my frustration out on each of them. Once they were on the ground, I grabbed a chair and dragged it over, placing it right in front of Y/n’s mother. I sat down, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees, locking my cold, furious gaze onto her.

“Say anything to me, I’ll bear it. But if you say anything to my daughter, I won’t leave you alone,” I hissed, my voice low and menacing. “You revealed the secret I’ve been hiding from my daughter. Should I reveal your secret to your daughter?”

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to respond, but I didn’t give her a chance. I stood up, giving her one last glare before walking away, leaving the chaos behind me.

⸻

Nadia and I sat in the back seat of the car as Sam drove us toward New York. The city lights blurred past the window, but I couldn’t focus on anything except the gnawing guilt in my chest. Nadia had her head resting on my shoulder, and I gently brushed her hair with my fingers.

“Nadia?” I whispered, noticing how still she was. I shook her shoulder lightly. “Doll, wake up.”

She didn’t respond. I tried again, panic creeping into my voice. “Nadia! Nadia, wake up, please.”

Sam glanced at us through the rearview mirror, his expression shifting to one of worry. He pulled the car over immediately.

“Nadia!” Sam called, turning in his seat to check on her. “What happened? Love, wake up.”

I couldn’t think. My heart pounded against my ribs as I cradled Nadia’s small frame.

“We need to get her to a hospital,” I said, my voice trembling.

Sam didn’t hesitate. He sped through the city streets, and before long, we pulled up in front of the hospital. The emergency staff rushed to us, and Nadia was quickly placed on a stretcher, her small body lying motionless as they wheeled her inside.

“Please… please help her,” I begged the nurse as they rushed her to the ICU.

One of the nurses stopped us from following. “Sir, please wait here. We’ll update you as soon as we know more.”

I nodded numbly, feeling like my world was crashing down. Through the small window of the ICU, I could see Nadia hooked up to wires, an oxygen mask covering her face. My heart twisted painfully, and I leaned against the glass, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

“Nadia, get up, please,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “You have to wake up.”

Sam placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. All I could do was stare at my little girl, praying for her to open her eyes.

(Y/n’s POV)

The soft melody of the wedding march filled the air as I walked down the aisle, holding a bouquet of white lilies in my trembling hands. My heart felt heavy, and despite the makeup on my face, tears kept spilling from my eyes. Bucky’s harsh words echoed in my mind, and the pain I felt when Nadia didn’t want me as her mother weighed on me.

My mother walked beside me, trying to keep me steady, but I couldn’t help but feel empty. My dad was supposed to walk me down the aisle, but he wasn’t here. Typical. I took a deep breath and continued moving forward, trying to force a smile.

Suddenly, a voice called out.

“Y/n! Stop!”

I froze and turned around to see my dad walking towards me, slightly out of breath.

“You finally got the time?” I said, trying to sound indifferent, but my voice cracked.

“I had important work,” he said, his tone soft and guilty.

“What’s more important than your daughter’s wedding, Dad?” I shot back.

He looked at me, his gaze firm but gentle. “You like Bucky, right? Then why are you marrying Jay?”

My heart thudded painfully. “He doesn’t like me. I thought at least his daughter would like me. But she turned out to be worse than him,” I whispered, wiping a tear. “He insulted me for expressing my feelings. Bucky even compared me to his wife and said that we are similar.”

My dad gave me a pointed look. “He was right, wasn’t he?”

I frowned. “Right? When did I ever not fight? When did I ever give up?”

“Now,” he replied calmly. “Not when he said no. When you gave up fighting for your love after what he said. That’s when you behaved like his wife.”

“What else can I do?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Prove that you are not like his wife and that you won’t run away from your problems. His daughter is in the ICU, Y/n. She’s battling death. She may not make it.”

My bouquet fell from my hands and hit the floor with a dull thud. I felt my whole body start to shake. Nadia? In the ICU? Battling death? I thought she was healthy now. I knew about her illness and she looked all better. How was she still sick? Is she okay? A thousand questions filled my mind. I needed to be with her.

My dad placed a hand on my shoulder. “Y/n, will you stand by Bucky and fight, or will you give up like his wife? It’s your call.”

I was about to speak when my mom grabbed my hand.

“Come on, we’re getting late. You can talk to your dad later,” she said, pulling me forward.

My dad gave me a reassuring nod. “Everyone is waiting… go.”

I looked at him, torn between duty and love. “Dad—”

“It’s your life. Your love. It’s your choice if you want to fight,” he said before walking away.

“Come on,” Mom insisted, pulling me toward the end of the aisle, where Jay was waiting.

I stood before him, unsure, my heart pounding.

Jay looked at me with concern. “What’s wrong?”

“I have to go, Jay,” I said, my voice cracking.

“What are you talking about?” Mom demanded, her voice stern.

“Is it Bucky?” Jay asked.

“You know him?” I replied, confused.

Jay’s eyes hardened. “If you don’t want to marry me, then leave. But he isn’t the right guy for you!”

“How can you say that?” I asked, hurt.

“You don’t know how much his wife suffered because of him,” Jay shot back.

“He suffered a lot too,” I argued.

“She wanted a divorce,” he said, his voice firm.

“No, she didn’t.”

“Yes, she did!”

“She must not have,” I whispered, my voice faltering.

Jay raised his voice, frustration evident. “Y/n! She wanted a divorce!”

Before I could stop myself, I shouted, “No, I did not want a divorce!”

Silence filled the room. Everyone was staring at me. I covered my mouth, shocked at what I just said.

“I’m sorry… I mean… She must not have asked for it,” I mumbled, shaking my head. But the words kept playing in my mind. I didn’t want a divorce. Why did I say that?

“This just doesn’t add up. She never wanted a divorce. Just how could she? She didn’t. She didn’t…” I murmured, tears streaming down my face.

Jay softened, realizing something wasn’t right. “Go. Leave before I change my mind.”

I hesitated, still processing my own words. Then, without thinking twice, I grabbed Via’s hand and ran toward the car. I didn’t care about the guests or the ceremony. I just needed to get to Nadia. I needed to get to Bucky.

I drove faster than I ever had before, with Via gripping the seatbelt, staring at me with wide eyes. I couldn’t think straight. I just prayed we would reach New York before it was too late.

(Author’s POV)

Y/n and Via had just left for New York, leaving behind a canceled wedding and a hall full of confused guests. Jay stood there, staring at the open door, his heart heavy.

Y/n’s mother stormed up to him, fury in her eyes.

“Are you mad? Why did you let her go?” she snapped.

Jay turned to her, his expression filled with realization.

“Did Y/n actually ask for a divorce before the accident?” he asked, his tone almost accusatory.

Y/n’s mother stiffened, her mouth opening and closing without a word. The truth was clear—she had lied. Y/n never wanted a divorce. Jay clenched his jaw, anger bubbling inside him.

“So all this time… you lied. Unnecessarily, Aaron beat up Bucky… Aaron! We need to leave now,” Jay said, rushing out to find his brother.

⸻

(Bucky’s POV)

It’s been more than 12 hours since Nadia was taken into the ICU. The doctors told me her condition was getting worse—she needed a lung transplant immediately. Without it, she had just a few hours left. No doctor wanted to perform the surgery because of the high risk.

I sat on the cold hospital couch, my hands on my knees, staring at my feet. The heaviness in my chest felt unbearable. The silence was suffocating, and every minute felt like an hour. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching.

“Bucky?” A familiar, soft voice called out, but it was filled with sadness.

I looked up, and there she was—Y/n, standing in her wedding dress, her eyes red and puffy from crying. What was she doing here? Did she come for me?

“Nadia said she would never leave me again, and now she isn’t answering,” I whispered, my voice cracking. Y/n knelt down to my level, her hand reaching out to touch mine.

“Everyone thought that Nadia survived because of me. But the truth is, I survived because of her,” I continued, my vision blurring with tears.

Y/n wrapped her arms around me, her left hand gently resting on the back of my head, the other on my back. We both started crying, the pain too much to bear. I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I’m scared…” I admitted.

“She’s your daughter. How can she leave you? If you cry, she will lose. If you fight for her, she will win. Nothing will happen to Nadia,” Y/n whispered, her voice firm yet soothing.

“Promise?” I asked, desperate for any reassurance.

She pressed her forehead against mine, our breaths mingling.

“Promise,” she whispered back.

Before I could say anything else, Sam came running towards us.

“Bucky! There’s a doctor willing to perform Nadia’s transplant,” he said, panting.

Y/n and I stood up, hope igniting in my heart.

“Who is it?” Y/n asked.

“It’s Jay,” Sam replied.

⸻

Inside the hospital room, Jay stood with Dr. Black, discussing Nadia’s condition.

“If we perform the surgery, the child might not survive. Even if she does, she might only last a few hours,” Dr. Black explained grimly.

“Anyhow, she’s dying. If we don’t do it now, she won’t last more than an hour. James, it’s your decision. Do you want me to perform Nadia’s transplant?” Jay asked, his voice firm yet compassionate.

I took a deep breath, memories of Nadia flooding my mind—her laughter, her stubbornness, her love.

“Do it,” I said.

The nurses began preparing Nadia for surgery. Y/n approached Jay, her hands trembling.

“Jay… You saved me once. Now, please save my daughter. Please…” she begged, tears streaming down her face.

“I’ll try my best,” he assured her.

⸻

A few moments later, Nadia was brought out of the ICU on a stretcher, still connected to the ventilator, her tiny face pale and fragile. Y/n rushed to her side, gently holding her hand.

“Nadia? Nadia?” she called softly.

Nadia’s eyelids fluttered open, and she looked up weakly.

“Love, don’t you want me?” Y/n asked, forcing a small smile through her tears.

Nadia slowly nodded, her little fingers twitching in Y/n’s grip.

“Can I stay with you and Bucky forever?” Y/n asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Again, Nadia nodded. Y/n leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“I’ll be waiting, okay? Be brave,” she whispered, trying to hold back the sob threatening to escape.

Nadia was wheeled into the operation room, and Y/n stood frozen, watching her disappear behind the doors.

⸻

We stood outside the OR, the tension thick around us. Y/n wrapped both her arms around my metal arm, resting her head on my shoulder. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything—I was too terrified.

She broke the silence.

“I wish I met you in Budapest,” she said softly.

My heart skipped a beat, memories flashing before my eyes.

“I wish I fell in love with you,” she continued, her voice tender and full of longing.

I could feel my pulse racing.

“I wish I was the one who married you,” she whispered, holding onto me tighter.

My breathing grew shallow.

“I wish Nadia had been born to me,” she finished, her voice breaking.

I finally exhaled, my chest aching from holding back all the emotions. I looked at her, seeing the pain and love in her eyes, and I knew—no matter what happened today, I wouldn’t let go of her again.

-The end

[scythegameing]

Conflicting Lives- Chapter 6: Comfort and Chill Vibes

Word Count: 2247

It was the third day following the meeting. Scythe had woken up later on the same day of the meeting, about an hour after the others had gotten him back to his dorm room, but didn't talk much, just letting the others chat around him. Sam was coming over today though, so he at least had something to look forward to. He mostly just sat on the couch either watching tv or playing some games, but today he was too excited to see someone else to properly focus on anything on the tv. 

Thankfully, Scythe didn't have to wait all too much longer in his little pool of excitement before there was a knock on the door. “Come in!” Scythe yelled from where he sat. Ella was in class right now, and the door had been left unlocked for the past few days so friends could come check on him if they needed to, and he didn't mind one bit. Sam walked in, taking care not to knock anything over with his extra arms, they came with being a spider hybrid after all.

“Hey Scythe, How are you feeling today?” Sam asked with a wide smile. Sam goes to Cursia University as well as Ella and Scythe, and studies his major, Digital Game Design, as an off-campus student, traveling to go to his classes. He walked over to where Scythe was on the couch and sat down next to him.

“Way better honestly even though I still don't quite understand how I got so panicked so quickly. It is what it is I guess,” Scythe responded as he moved to the side a little to give Sam more sitting room. “I’m glad to have you here though it's been forever since we’ve been able to just hang out, chaos causing or not” 

Sam chuckled and agreed, “Yeah it really had, but with what's been going on I'm not really surprised we haven't been able to either.” The pair sat for a minute longer, simply enjoying each other's company. And then there was a knock on the door.

The door burst open, and before Scythe could turn to see who it was, he heard a familiar Australian accent. “What’s this then? A sad friend? Well that just won’t do!” That's when both Sam and Scythe found themselves with chocolates and chips being dropped on their heads.

Scythe chuckled and looked up where the friendly voice was coming from. “Hey Pearl!” Scythe said with a smile plastered across his face. “Did you really come all the way from Survas just to dump junk food on me? And you didn't have to open the door so fast either y'know.”

“Nonsense, of course I have to make an entrance! How else do you think I got my reputation as Scarlet Moon?” The tall moth hybrid replied with a smirk and a wink. She walked around and plopped down onto the floor in front of the two younger men, and looked expectantly at them. “Well, are you going to try anything or not? Cleo and Gem made those right there--” Pearl pointed to two pieces of tupperware, one circular and one square, that had landed between Scythe and Sam “-- and the two made sure that they were your favorite.”

Scythe looked at the circular tupperware, hardly hesitating before grabbing it and opening the lid. Almost instantly the smell of chorus fruit met his nose, the scent of pie coming only a moment later. He looked back at Pearl, still sitting on the ground, and said with a grin, “Please tell them I say thank you and that I love them. It has been far too long since I've had chorus pie and I know it'll be damn good if both of them had a hand in it.”

He took one more good sniff and put the lid back on to save for later. Reaching for the other, more square tupperware, Scythe opened it as well. “And fudge brownies?? Oh my void those two are saints I swear.” he said as soon as he saw what was inside of the container. Sam and Pearl burst into laughter, and it took a minute for Scythe to realize what they were laughing about before he started laughing too

“I don’t know if I would call those two saints but they sure are something.” Sam said in between laughs. “It definitely is nice of them to do that for you though.” The three finally stopped laughing as much, and Scythe found himself nodding in agreement.

“They may be chaotic but who’s to say you guys aren't either?” Pearl responded

“Yeah but you and Cleo are something else entirely” Scythe said back with a smirk.

“Hey you can’t say anything either, Scythe. Not with what you and Joel can get up to together.” Sam said, and Pearl stuck her tongue out at the Enderman hybrid in a mocking victory.

“Wooooow Sam. And I thought you loved me,” He said back playfully, holding his hand to Sam's face, blocking the view of the others' faces. The pair on the couch laughed, pearling chuckling along as well.

Scythe handed the other two a brownie after pulling one out for himself. “We all deserve a wonderful brownie if I do say so myself.” He said after taking a bite of his own piece, and the other two nodded in agreement while taking a bite.

The three just sat and talked for a few minutes longer, each enjoying the snacks Pearl had brought. They ended up splitting just about everything between themselves, Scythe making sure to grab a few that he knew Ella would like. He enjoyed having the company of others with him, but these were two of a select few people that he enjoyed talking to the most.

“Do you guys want to play some games?” Scythe asked eventually. “I’m not quite sure what we have that all 3 of us will want to play but we can always look”

“Sure! What kind of games ya got?” Pearl replied.

“I don’t even think he knows what he has himself” Sam chuckled and said, causing Scythe to stick his tongue out.

“I know most of the games I have, thank you very much! I just don’t know what we all want to play!” He pouted as he responded.

“Quit your bickering ya spoons,” Pearl said, standing up and gently hitting them both on the top of the head, effectively bonking the pair. “Let’s see what games you’ve got, eh Scythe?”

Scythe nearly jumped off the couch and to his shelf of video games, pulling around 15 off of it to show to the pair waiting behind him. He excitedly “ran” back to them, sitting on the ground and spreading them out in front of him. 

“This one--” he pointed to a game on the left side of the spread, “-- is more of a sandbox game. Its open-world type but still kind of has a goal but really we could all play and do whatever.” he pointed  to one a few to the right, “And this one is more a fighting type game, but not in like a 1v1 type style but more of like pve style and can have I think up to five players in a game.

This one over here is sort of a mix. It has the partial open world and sandbox type aspects, but it's also a lot about surviving and building a base from primitive tools to advanced machinery.” that time Scythe was pointing to a game on the far right side. He explained the rest in a similar way, then waited for Pearl and Sam’s responses.

After what felt like forever to Scythe, but was only probably a few more seconds, Sam spoke. “I think the mixed kind of one sounds cool. It could be a really fun challenge.” Pearl nodded in agreement, “it certainly does sound like a challenge, and a fun one at that!” She said with a smile.

And so Scythe booted up the game and they played. They played for what felt like hours. At some point, Ella has returned to the dorm after her classes for the day, hopped in a shower and had some snacks. She joined in as well, opting to be the farmer in the game, focused on getting food for them all. Pearl took the role of building the house up, Sam took to material gathering for just about everything, and Scythe took to taming the beasts that the in-game world had to offer.

They must have played though the entire night, as when they were finally starting to get tired the clock read 10:42pm. They all winced simultaneously at how late it was getting, and Pearl was the first to stand, followed by Sam.

“I should probably be getting home right about now lovelies, but thank you for letting me stay and play some games with ya!” she said, grabbing the few belongings she had brought along with her. The other three said goodbye, and Pearl left the dorm room and Scythe could’ve sworn he saw her flying through the window..

The three friends sat for a few minutes longer, but it wasn't too much longer until Sam grabbed their own items. “I should probably head home too. All of my stuff for my classes tomorrow are at home.” The spider hybrid said, double checking he did have all of his belongings.

“Alright, well get home safe Sam.” Ella said, helping him to get all of his surviving snacks in his multiple appendages and minimal bags. “Don’t do anything stupid on your way back.” She added with a small glare.

“Hey I’m not that dumb--” Sam's said, turning back to face Ella, stopping what he was saying at her stare. “-- ok maybe I can be but it's too late to do anything, plus I already said i have classes tomorrow I’m not going to do anything.” He conceded. 

“If I know you and Scythe, and I do--” Ella looked at Sam, then at Scythe, “-- you guys get up to stupid shit at stupid times. I know you likely won’t do anything stupid, but that doesn't mean you won’t at all.” She ended her sentence, making sure to enunciate each point of her mini-lecture.

Sam looked at Scythe for some support. “Come one Scythe help me out here man.” “I wish I could Sam but, well, she’s not wrong.” the Enderian replied, and Ella’s face turned into one of triumph.

“How could you betray me?” Sam said jokingly before the three laughed together a bit. “Alright , alright, I wont do anything too stupid. I promise.” He added as Ella looked at him once more with suspicion.

The trio said their goodbyes to each other, and when Ella had closed the door behind Sam, Scythe grabbed something. As she made it back to the couch where he was sitting, Scythe held out the circular tupperware from earlier in the day.

“What’s this?” Ella said, looking at the container Scythe handed her, trying to determine what it was before opening it. “Is it something that Pearl had brought?”

Scythe nodded, “Yeah! Cleo and Gem made it for me, but I thought we should share a slice or two given what it is.” Ella looked at him curiously. “Open it you dummy! Look at what it is!” he said in response to her curious glance.

She chuckled a little to herself and opened the container. The smell of the Chorus Pie once again hit Scythe’s nose, and he could tell that Ella was excited about the delicious treat as well. She looked back up at him, her eyes full of excitement. “Can we eat some now?” she asked, her multi-colored wings flapping a bit in her excitement..

Scythe laughed, “Yes, yes we can.” he grabbed the tupperware back from her and got up to go to the kitchen and cut a few slices. “You know, you can be really cute when you get all giddy and excited like that.” he said, smiling as he put each slice onto its own plate, grabbing a fork each. Ella’s cheeks turned a lighter, pinker hue, and her wings instinctively moved to cover her face. “The little wing movements make it even cuter.” Scythe added.

He chuckled as he walked back to the couch with the chorus pie slices, setting one next to a flustered and “hidden” Ella. Slowly, his winged partner  emerged from her feathered cocoon, mumbling small curses as she picked up her plate and took a bite of the pie. Almost as soon as she took the bite, her wings flapped a bit happily.

Scythe chuckled to himself once more, and Ella shot him a glare before taking another bite, and he put his hands up in defeat. Taking a bite of his own slice, Scythe appreciated Pearl's partners ever more for the pie, and how well they made it. From what he knew, chorus pie was pretty difficult to make, mainly because of the toughness and general difficulty to handle chorus fruit itself.

As the clock ticked ever closer to midnight, Scythe and Ella ate their slices of pie, chatted about some random stuff, and even played a few games, more chill in comparison to the one they were playing with Sam and Pearl. By the time the clock did hit midnight, the pair were already in bed, falling asleep and getting ready for another hopefully peaceful day.

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[writernopal]

Heads Up, Seven Up/Last Line

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From AASOAF 3: wherein Egra and Axtapor chat about Mariel 🥺 also yes this is way more than 7 lines but i love this exchange so much

“You really do love her, then?” “She been my heart.” I said with a shrug. “There be nary a thin’ I would no do for her.” Another nod. “Is it strange?” “What?” “Being with a human.” I shook my head. “They been different, but I nay mind it.” “The scruff on their heads and bodies doesn’t…bother you?” “Nay. Been soft as mink.” “They remind me of those dumplings that go into Kava’s Day soup.” She said with a strange little frown and a wiggle of her fingers, “Soft and…watery.” I laughed. “Take one to bed and find out if’n that be true.” “X’fidi! ” She hit me on the arm. I laughed. “I have no interest in taking any lovers right now, thank you!” “Oh? Nary one been eye catchin’ to ye?” “No…” I might be stupid, but I knew when ‘no’ meant ‘yes’. “Aye then.” I replied with a barely concealed smile. She cleared her throat. “Is she nice?” “Aye. Very. Sweetest creature I ever did meet.” “Well.” She brushed her robes. “I can’t say I understand it, but if you love her, then…there’s nothing more to say. Promise me you’ll tell grandmama and the others soon. Even if they don’t forgive you, they might at least understand your reasoning.” I sighed. “Nay be sure ‘bout that. Grandmother ‘lieves Mariel been a poison and a danger.” “She’s hurt. Of course she’d believe that about her, but…she misses you dearly. And I don’t think she’s capable of ignoring you forever. She worries too much.” “‘Haps.” “Give her another chance. I’m sure she’ll come around.”

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Monsvale county

Pt 13

Yuuki stared at the tree, holding up Ryu.

He was silent, and so was Santos.

Ryu hesitantly looked up at Yuuki, he didn't know what they were thinking, they're faces were void of any emotion.

"Uhm" Santos looked down at him as he heard Ryu. "So.. what do you think..?"

He mumbles as he looked back at the marked up tree. "I think we'll need some more wood for the fireplace" Yuuki simply said as he stared. He looked way to calm, it made Ryu uneasy.

"Why.. didn't the police say anything?" He choked out, almost scared to say that.

"They need something under wraps, at least it looks like it." Yuuki answered before picking up Ryu and carrying him back inside.

"Like what??" He prodded. "Ryu" Santos spoke up after being quiet for most of the time. "Just. Rest for now." He pursed his lips, Santos was never quiet like this. Or well–serious, he looked down and just stayed quiet as he got carried inside.

...

He was in his room now, Laying in his bed because he didn't have much to do. He looked over at his phone that was beside him, it let up every few seconds because of the group chat.

He sighed as he closed his eyes, mostly feeling numb from the meds. After the umpteenth of hearing his phone buzz he opened his eyes, staring up at the dark ceiling. Maybe he should put those glow in the dark stickers soon.

He grabbed his phone, squinting as he stares at the messages. Scoffing as he sees something about the groups questionable taste.

...

"Ryu" he looked up at Sam "hm?" Sam sat down in the bed, looking down at him, "how are you holding up?" He asked as he put his hand on the teens shoulder. "Fine.. I guess" he mumbles as he looks up at him. "It'll turn out fine okay?" Sam tried to comfort Ryu, and it meant a lot since he wasn't one for a lot of words.

Ryu slowly sits up as he groans, his lower back popping from the movement. "Yeah I know."  He slightly scratched at the tape the held the gauze on his cheek. "Don't do that" Sam pushed Ryu's hand away, the teen scoffed but complied.

"How about we go and get some fruit yogurt?" The older blond suggested. Ryu looked down at his ankle and then back up at Sam. "How would we go about that?"

"Well we just need to get you in the car, and helping you to the shop isn't that hard" he said Before going to Ryu's closet. "What do you want?" He asked as he opened the closet.

"I don't care, anything warm." He groaned, wrapping a blanket around himself, he looked like a cocoon.

"Eh, alright then" Sam sighed, looking for some clothes that Ryu would like, settling on an outfit that Ryu wore once before.

...

As the older man helped Ryu sit down he went and eat across him. Ryu was silent as he stared down at the table, his hands shoved in his pockets. Some people would think that the teen was being a brat but sam knew better as Ryu had a tendency to be cold, and it was harder for the boy to warm up.

"What'll you get?" Ryu looked up at Sam "probably peach.. or pineapple"  he mumbled, looking around the already familiar café.

"Any recommendations then?"

"Maybe blueberry? You like that right?" He said as he returned his gaze to Sam.

"Ryu" he heard behind him, it was Zane. As he turned to look at him he got hugged and then hit on the top of his head. "Ow!" He swatted at the brown haired boy.  "Why are you lurking like  a ghost in the chats?? It would be good to know you're alive!"

He hadn't heard Zane ever raise his voice until then. It suprised him, "sorry uh.. the brightness hurt my eyes and head.. so I didn't use it much."  He said still holding his head as the spot pulsated with a dull ache.

Zane just then saw Sam and he got suprised, "uh- sir-" Sam just snickered as he saw that. "I'm Sam"

"Are you his father?" He asks "do I look like his dad?"

"Bro imagine if looked half white" Ryu commented.

"And you are?" Sam asked as he leaned back.

"Uh Zane Monroe sir.." he mumbled as he broke eye contact.

"You can call me Sam"

"No.." Ryu snorted at the quick reply before patting the seat next to him.

"Hayes then"

"Okay" he simply replied. Just as the silence washed over them a waitress came by to take their orders.

"So what happened to you?" Zane asked as he zeroed in on ryu's gauze.

"I thought Mikey told you guys in school" as soon as Ryu said that Zane kissed his teeth while rolling his eyes. "He did but he has a tendency to exaggerate things like he said you jumped out the window. Like that's too much"

Ryu just stared at him, his lips pursed.

"о боже" it slipped out of his lips as he stared at ryu

"Ah?" He looked confused

"Shit sorry. Meant oh god." Zane mumbled.

"Ohhh" Ryu then shook Zane by the shoulders "I'm not the only mixed personnn"

Sam just ate his fruit yogurt letting the two kids talk. "I'm Russian and American"

"Bro I'm Korean an Japanese" Ryu immediately replied.

"Oh we're both closeee" the two teens talked while Sam just kinds tuned them out, texting the group chat without Ryu in it.

'have you guys found it?'  he waited for the text bubble pop up.

'not yet, though Santos did see some marks deeper in.' Yuuki answered and Sam quietly kissed his teeth at that.

'who's going to stay with Ryu?'

'I can, I'm not busy until tomorrow'

Santos came online in the chat.

Sam raised his eyebrows as he saw Santos actually go online.

'i also bought snacks and whatever so I think we'll be fine.'

Sam simply liked the message.

...

As they are back home Sam drops Ryu on that faded purple couch that the boy started to frequently lay at. He takes out a one of the fruit yogurts he bought for Ryu and drops it on his stomach, he lets out a little "oomf-" before taking it and pulling the lid open and grabbing the spoon the blond offered him.

Sam takes the plastic bag of yogurts and goes to put them in the fridge for Ryu later.

Just as he comes back to the living room Santos comes in through the front door.

He takes off his steel toe boots and ambling over to plop down at the fire place, dropping the bag of snacks on the coffee table along the way.

"Well it'll be us for tonight then." He said as he sat down on the floor and propped his back against the couch.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Ryu mumbles as he squinted at him.

"Why not"

After Sam left for work Santos went to lock the door. Ryu was still laying on the couch, his now finished fruit yogurt cup on the coffee table as he followed Santos with his eyes while he closed the curtains.

It was something they all started doing since the first incident.

Ryu still felt uneasy.

[taughtdefense]

there’s a lot of things that you haven’t revealed about yourself to your friends... like the fact that you’re an eldritch being, or the fact that your humanity switch had been flipped for an entire day after you’d had a particularly nasty run-in with a horde of cobra kai students - excluding robby, thank fucking void - a few days ago. that’d been a 5v1, & some part of you just decided you were slightly done with pretending to be weak, at least for that singular, isolated interaction in particular. there hadn’t been a punch thrown, no kick blocked, just general taunts & sneers from kyler & his band of clowns. after they’d left, you flipped your emotions back on, & that had been hell, even if they’d only been suppressed for a total of six minutes... almost that entire solo interaction. your depressive episodes have been rapidly pendulum-swinging violently between making you feel too much & not enough since then. right now, you’re glad your emotions are off, because if you had to look at robby when he’s like this, a member of cobra kai despite ( because? ) of everything, you would have lost your fucking mind.

but that emptiness you’re feeling is better than feeling too much. it’s better than anger, better than sadness, better than guilt ( YOU SHOULD HAVE TRIED HARDER TO STOP EVERY BAD THING FROM HAPPENING, ETHAN ! YOU’RE A FUCKING FAILURE ! ), better than the bone-deep, choking grief of losing your first love to monsters in the form of deranged, war-starving men. …it’s a little funny. you - the kidpool version of you - have killed people like that before, people who are so much worse than terry silver & john kreese, without so much as hesitating, or deliberating on the morality of anti-heroes. …or what your mom would say if she saw kidpool you surrounded, shoulder-deep, by corpses that were once clearly identifiable as human, ripped apart by stitched-together atoms in the form a little blond boy, small hands stained with enough wet grey matter for it to drip between your fingers. why you can’t raise a hand against your enemies in this universe is unknown, but that divine intervention is probably for the best of everyone around you.

you suppose your emotions being off again - dead & buried - is why you’re entertaining kyler & his stupid fucking antics, complete with the same gaggle of idiots. they’re back for round two. the only thing that’s different is that @vipersunion , scarlett & jaime are with them this time. why, you don’t know, nor do you really want to start chatting with them. that’s fine. you & talia are friends despite the karate war, & even though jaime is robby’s twin, you don’t really know her that well. same with scarlett. all you know is that scarlett is best friends with tory & that other girl, cosima. you’ve pretty much ignored the four of them, who are both standing off to the side with ciro while kyler recycles the same old taunts you’ve heard a thousand times.

it’s technically nine versus one; hardly fair odds given your inexperience in karate. but you’re not really counting on ciro & talia fighting you. jaime is a wildcard, but you already know that ciro’s going to stop her from fighting you if it comes down to it. it’s just kyler & four others taunting you.

you’re just standing in the middle of sam’s neighborhood, surrounded by cobra kai members who’d ran into you randomly. you’d walked from your apartment to the larusso house to clear your head, had dinner & hung out with sam, then started walking back to your apartment. they’d walked up to you. calling for back up is a little impossible right now.

you’re staring blankly at kyler & his four friends, your stance far too casual. the blank look on your face & the way you’re standing is not like you at all. it makes ciro slightly unnerved. as a result, he’s half-standing in front of talia & jaime, a warning to them ( & not to you ) is clear in his stance. ❝ don’t do anything, ❞ his body language screams. it’s not because he thinks they’re weak, but you’re the outlying factor here. you’re something he can’t predict, despite the literal millions of years of friendship between you. he doesn’t know what the fuck is going on with you lately, but the fact that it’s visibly unnerving him should be an indication to the two girls that you’re not… you, right now. ciro’s protection doesn’t extend to the other cobra kai members, which of course you’ve noticed.

GOOD. maybe you’ll get to blow off a little steam, witnesses be damned. you’ve been angry at the universe - at kreese & silver for manipulating robby - for far too long.

eventually, kyler gets annoyed at that fact that you’re not reacting to his taunts, & you simply roll your shoulders when he growls at you. you’re entirely unbothered, & a little bored, whereas kyler is growing increasingly aggravated. it’s something you’re counting on.

❝ you done? ❞ your tone is equal parts jarring to the others & robotic. it makes ciro have visceral reaction, goosebumps decorating his skin, physically scowling. he looks visibly unnerved. all of these emotions are unheard of for him. instinctively, he raises both arms up to gently push talia & jaime a step backwards. he’s treating you like a powder keg that’s about to explode, but his wariness isn’t unwarranted. something that you recognize.

you just… don’t fucking care about any of it anymore. the karate war, the crazed senseis, the drama between sam & tory. let robby do what he fucking wants. he’s a big boy, he doesn’t need you to look out for him anymore. he can ruin his own fucking life. you’re done caring.

( that’s what you think now, anyway. )

❝ no, wilson. i’m not. ❞ kyler responds coldly, all snark & no brains to the obvious change in you. you predict the first punch before his brain can tell his body what to do. he swings a punch up at your jaw easily, but you very smoothly react, grabbing his hand in your fist before the punch can connect, squeezing his hand so hard that you hear every single knuckle in his hand pop. it’s an impossibly fast, one that’s pure instinct. surprise flashes across kyler’s face, & the other cobra kai’s faces turn from taunting to surprised, alarmed or fearful. you can sense the fear coming off their entire bodies in waves. kyler is about to pull his hand back, but you hold fast. then, you sharply twist his hand without much force on your end at an awkward angle. the sound of a single but vital bone in his wrist dislocating echoes sharply across the dead empty street, & kyler screams in pain. ciro’s nose scrunches up for a half second. not at the scream, but at the sound of the bone being dislocated.

you drop his hand, then push him backwards, aiming a calculated spinning kick to the side of his head, long before kyler can even defend himself. the kick connects perfectly. kyler’s head snaps to the side, & he stumbles backwards, groaning. big red steps up to fight you next, but you simply punch him in the throat with a fraction of your true strength. the teen collapses onto the ground like a stone into water, gasping horribly for air he can’t get. his entire face goes as red as his hair in a matter of seconds. you didn’t break anything - you merely fractured something, probably important, based on the way he’s wheezing. when the third cobra kai member, alex, rushes forward to fight you, you quickly stop him in his tracks. you grab his arm, another hand reaching across his chest to force him to stop. he does, & you flip him onto his back, barely moving yourself. it’s one fluid motion, so fast that it makes ciro raise an eyebrow.

speaking of ciro, he takes more handfuls of steps backwards, instinctively pushing talia, scarlett & jaime back another step. he hasn’t said anything to you, & neither eldritch makes a move to fight their friend. ciro just quietly watches the fight, which isn’t much of one to begin with. you turn towards kyler & forcefully kick his leg out from under him, watching his knee drop to the ground to break his fall. before he can stand up, you quickly land another spinning kick on the other side of kyler’s head with your right leg. the mortal can’t block or deflect the hit in time, & he crashes to the ground, quickly using his uninjured hand to break his fall. he doesn’t get up again.

the fourth & final student, nick, puts up a smidge more of a fight, but you’re downright terrifying as you block, dodge & counter every hit he tries to throw at you, your miyagi-do training kicking in. a kick is blocked with your leg, a punch deflected with your elbow, causing him to gasp in pain. an attempt to grab you is made, but you side-step out of the way, using your new position to elbow him in the jaw - just to piss him off. he takes a step back to recollect himself, but you reach forward, speed & long limbs always an advantage in a fight like this. you grab the sides of his head before he can react or shake himself out of your grip, yanking his head down while simultaneously bringing your right knee up, kneeing him square in the face. nick collapses into a heap, a hand instinctively covering his nose, which gushes blood. based on the sickening crunch, you broke it. good. you don’t stop there. as nick stumbles back, gasping in pain, you land a single hard kick to his chest. the shorter teen drops to his knees, & you watch him collapse onto his side, clearly in pain.

alex tries to get up again, but a very light, by your standards punch to his torso makes him drop to the ground again. he looks up at you with shock in his eyes, clutching his chest & groaning. he curls up into a ball.

you’re eerily calm as you survey the damage done. you say nothing. only ciro, scarlett, talia & jaime are standing. the teens on the ground are still groaning in pain, clutching their various injuries. big red’s nose is still gushing blood, but your knuckles remain entirely unscathed. kyler tries to stand up, but you kick him once in the back, coldly telling him to stay the fuck away from you & your friends. he groans, weakly cradling his sprained wrist closer to his chest instinctively. his face is twisted in agony. you don’t know if he heard you, but you wouldn’t mind kicking his ass again some time in the future. he’s definitely going to need a hospital, like the others on the ground, but you have no intention to call anyone. he can do that with the good hand he still has.

pathetic.

❝ don’t worry, kyler, ❞ you begin calmly, voice going from dead empty to faux gentle, but you’re unable to hide the disdain you feel for him, the DISAPPOINTMENT for him not putting up more of a fight against you, ❝ you & your buddies will heal in time for the all valley in two months… probably, anyway. but… if you’re up for round fifteen or what-fucking-ever round in the meantime, name your time & place. i’ll be there. oh, & go ahead & tell your friends at cobra kai what i did, too, if you feel like it. but i doubt anyone would believe you. ❞ you add as an afterthought, tone bored.

the tense, shocked silence that falls over the group of teens means nothing to you. you’re not even winded. your heartbeat is steady, & your breathing is normal. it’s like you didn’t just beat up four cobra kai members in record time. as expected, you felt nothing the entire time. you still don’t now.

❝ this isn’t you. ❞ talia breathes. you look up at her, eyes flickering between talia, scarlett, jaime & ciro with complete disinterest. ciro instinctively tenses, but his face is set in a grimace. you shrug you shoulders.

❝ no, it’s not. ❞ you agree with her on that front. your tone remains flat. you push past the four cobra kai members without a second thought or a glance. ciro says nothing, but he’s clearly a little shocked. you raising a hand to harm mortals like this in front of him… it’s terrifying, even if it’s warranted, because kyler started picking on you. although, a thought hits you. your dark brown eyes flicker down towards jaime, holding her gaze unflinchingly. your eyes are startling. there’s nothing there. not an inkling of warmth, or who you were trying to be. the chaotic but good-natured boy is dead. the karate war wounded him, but robby picking cobra kai was the final nail in the coffin for you, it seems like. your eyes are entirely devoid of emotion.

❝ do me a favor, jaime. tell the mighty, untouchable king cobra that if he wants revenge for hospitalizing his new friends, he knows where to fucking find me. ❞ you tell her, the words coated in venom that’s very unlike you. ( the sarcastic bite, however, is. ) with that said, you shove both of your hands into the pockets of your sweatshirt, continuing to walk down the sidewalk, leaving the stunned cobra kai members in the street.

[starzify]

predatory — soulless!sam winchester

warnings smut, 18+

cassie chats: i am so unmotivated but soulless sam is just…

You should be scared. You are scared.

Not of Sam—at least, not in the way you should be.

It’s the way he looks at you now, eyes dark and void of anything human. Not anger, not affection—just hunger. Cold, calculated, unwavering. Like he’s already made up his mind about what’s going to happen, and he’s just waiting for you to catch up.

“Relax,” he says, as if that’s even possible.

Then, after a beat, his lips curl into something smug, something dangerous, and he murmurs, “You know, without my soul, I don’t get tired. No guilt, no hesitation, just instinct.”

His fingers hook into your waistband, dragging just enough to make you gasp. Then they stop. Hovering. Teasing.

Sam tilts his head. “And right now?” His voice dips lower, darker. “My instincts are telling me to get on my knees and ruin you.”

And then he does.

He falls to his knees so fast it leaves you breathless, hands gripping your thighs—spreading, adjusting, tilting. Mapping out his intentions with the precision of a predator.

He noses along the inside of your thigh, inhaling deep. His breath is warm, deliberate, and when he exhales, it’s right there.

“Let me show you what else I don’t get tired of.”

His tongue is slow at first, teasing, just a flick against sensitive skin before he hums like he’s tasting something sweet. Like he’s savoring it.

Then he grips your hips, pulls you forward, and devours.

There’s nothing hesitant about him—nothing held back. His tongue is firm, ruthless, working you open with a precision that borders on obscene. He sucks, licks, bites just enough to make you jolt. And when he feels your thighs start to tremble, he just grins against you, tilting his head to push deeper, drag the flat of his tongue against you in a way that makes you gasp.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, voice dark, smug, his lips still brushing against you as he speaks. “Can’t handle it?”

You want to answer, but then he moans against you—low, deep, shameless—and the vibration shoots straight through your core.

Sam groans like he’s the one being ruined, like this is something he needs, and it’s dizzying, the way he holds you down, the way his fingers dig into your hips like he’s keeping you still for his own benefit, not yours.

And when you start to come apart, he doesn’t slow down, doesn’t ease up—just tilts his head and drags it out, lapping you up like he has all the time in the world.

Because he does.

And by the time your body stops shaking, by the time you can breathe again, Sam just looks up at you, chin glistening, lips swollen.

“Told you,” he breathes, licking his lips.

“I don’t get tired.”

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[s4mantics]

Fan Life - Introduction / Summary

INTRODUCTION

Helooo! So, I have had the absolute honor of participating in a game called Fan Life with a bunch of other fans which was organized by Tania Healer.(she has gone through a lot to make sure it goes well, so give her lots of love please)

Also, do keep in mind that any dialogue you see is either rooted from signs, chat, or my imaginations because we did not use proximity chat in the game.

PLAYER LIST

Tania - Tania Healer (she/her)

May - MayFlower4597 (she/her)

Jonas/Eke - mpTREEplayer (he/they)

Caly - Tia DragonG (she/her)

Void - DNA Aluk (they/them)

Lumina - Starlumina2011 (she/they)

Stormy - penny bot (she/they)

Sam(me) - MoDoubleSS (she/they)

Marzi - Meowingpanda1 (she/they)

Cleo - kittyfankayla (she/her)

Rat - StarryWonder56 (she/her)

Aspen - AspenTrees123 (she/her)

Fear - FoxIsFear (xe/xem)

LINKS TO POVS

MayFlower’s written POV

Void’s written POV +Art!

Stormy’s written POV

Cleo’s Fan Life Stuff!! (written pov)

Caly’s written POV

Tania’s written POV 

Ekenorjin’s written POV

Marzi’s written POV

Aspen’s written POV

Fear’s written POV (to be added)

Lumina’s TikTok (to be added)

Tania’s YouTube

SUMMARY

Sam’s POV of Fan Life, where 12 friends who all so happen to like the Life Series get together for some chaos in a box!

New sessions out every Wednesday!