#Sorry Forces enjoyers I hate it LOL

[redwylde]

Forcing my two ultimate faves to interact by thinking about how Silver would definitely be interested in biology and the natural sciences because many original ecosystems wouldn't have been able to survive in a world dominated by fire.

In the future he was very interested in history and had to rely on books to learn about anything that came before, but whilst visiting the past he explores and follows field guides in his free time because now he can experience it all for real. Enter Knuckles, who is the most qualified person he knows to teach Silver all about the unique biomes of the world.

At first it just starts out as Silver visiting Angel Island every so often to ask questions and compare notes in his field guide with what Knuckles has seen, which Knuckles enjoys. An excuse to talk about his adventures with a genuinely interested party and they end up bonding really quickly over it. Until Knuckles gets tired of talking about books (and not all of them are correct) so he says fuck it, you can't learn everything from a book and starts taking Silver on forays into the world and shows him everything he dreams to see - ruins reclaimed by nature, entire ecosystems existing on a single type of tree, underwater worlds hidden by algae and sediment.

[feefivefoe]

This is a real fucked up snippet. I don't really like or condone it, and I see it as pretty OOC, but a fic I read made me consider it and it'll stay stuck in my head if I don't get it out.

TW for SA and pseudo incest, no names used so you can picture any of the adult ones.

Genuinely no hate if you are an enjoyer of this. It's not my thing, but I wrote it, so I can only judge so much lol

"What the fuck is wrong with you- I'm your sibling! Get your hands off of me!"

It's genuinely chilling, the complete lack of emotion on his face as he forces your hands away, restraining both your arms with only one of his.

Disgusting, feeling one of the individuals you had once craved the attention of giving you more attention than you ever wanted, and in the worst of ways.

"Huh, really? I could've sworn you were saying just the other day that none of us were your family..."

Is that what this was about? He was throwing a tantrum because you just wanted the ability to finally move on with your life-

Your heart drops into your stomach when your brain pieces together where his free hand is moving.

"Stop- stop, please. I'm sorry, I'll take it back. I'll go back to the manor, and call Bruce my father- just stop-"

"If we were FAMILY, I wouldn't have done this in the first place." It's as your begging isn't even happening. He remains stone cold in the face of your distress, your desperation to not be tainted in the most gruesome of ways. "If we were SIBLINGS, I'd never have considered it. You don't touch family like this. That would be disgusting."

It's hard to make out his face through your tears. You jerk, scream, plead. Fight to scratch, bite, rip and tear. Anything for a semblance of freedom.

But he's stronger than you are, ever could be. When your body runs out of strength, all you can do is cry harder, hoping the tears will blur out his image enough that you can pretend a stranger is defiling you, rather than a face you had seen in passing every day for years.

"But I love you. And if you won't let me love you as a brother, I'll have to find other ways to do it."

[s-4pphics]

let the rain sing. 3 (a.a)

OHHHHH WHO UP FR😨😨

wc;cw: 3.7k, dadsbestfriend!abby, lawstudent!oc, large age gap (oc is 25, abby is mid 40s), abby is bi<3, weed, alcohol, dubcon, footsie lol, angst :(

You haven’t seen or spoken to Abby in a month, and you were dying. 

It wasn’t even due to your insomnia, which came as a shock to you in the beginning. Your exhaustion was overcrowded by shame since your last encounter with her. A self-loathing deep in your gut that nearly puts you in the ground when you recollect on your aloofness. 

You forced yourself to neglect everything but coursework to wither your desire to call her and beg for forgiveness. It was December, and you were scavenging to get most of your revisions for your thesis complete before February. You were almost forty pages deep, but you couldn’t even relish your successes due to your overworked brain conjuring up visions of a dripping wet, crying Abby. 

Your short minutes of sleep were dominated by images of her: laughing, smiling, crying in pleasure under you, but none of the enjoyment lasted. Even in the heavy moments you two shared in your subconscious, you were always jolted awake by her screaming about how much she hated you, how you used her because you're selfish and controlling and mean. 

She never said those things to you outwardly, but you knew she felt it whenever she saw you during the late hours of the night, even more so now after your last fight. You felt like a terrible person; you are a terrible person. And you looked the part. 

The dark, heavy bags under your eyes returned, skin dry and wrinkly from frowning, crying, and stressing from school. You were glued to your laptop, clinging it to your side everywhere you went like your life depended on it. Like you would completely lose all connection to reality if it parted from you. You couldn’t separate from it.

Even when your parents would come knocking on your door asking why you didn’t eat dinner with them, your eyes bored into the bright screen, the sound of your mom’s cheery voice almost sounding like blaring alarms in your head.

Your dad made your favorite, baby! Come eat!

Your father. 

You could barely bring yourself to look him in the eye anymore. You make sure to avoid eye contact when he speaks to you, turning your head down when he holds you close. You missed his laugh lines and gentle smile, but you just… couldn’t. Every time you slipped up and met his delicate eyes, you saw Abby’s. 

So full of affection and softness: their eyes felt like a warm embrace, constant and comforting. Your father always got more affectionate during the holiday season. 

Your heart hurts whenever you think about Abby during this time of year. 

Was she lonely during the holidays? Is she close with her family? You were embarrassed how little you knew about her personal life. Her attempts to bond were always stopped by hot kisses, wandering hands, your desperate pleas for shut eye. How could you be so heartless to someone as kind as her? She invited you into her home, expressed her trauma, provided you with an outlet to release your tensions, and you stole from her with greed. 

You brought your hands up to your burning eyes to rub them before grabbing your phone. You unlocked it and scrolled down to you and Abby’s abandoned messages. Remorse slammed into your gut, the slew of abby i need you please and her replies of Okay. Come over anytime :) made nausea stir in your gut. 

You should leave her be. Leave her alone. Leave her alone, leave her alone, leave her alone—

But your selfishness was too strong, and your efforts to avoid her couldn’t hold any longer. Your fingers moved before your brain could stop them, the sounds of your unclipped nails tapping against your screen. Your eyes hurt so badly. 

You sent your message before you neglected it completely. 

i’m so sorry Abigail. 

Regret sat heavy in your chest like an anchor. 

You hoped she would forgive you someday. 

Mariah Carey interrupted your hour of slumber. Fuck her and your life. 

You angrily threw your blanket off your body and dug your palms into your eyes. Sometimes, the purity of your dad aggravates your soul. 

He always loved Christmas Eve more than Christmas day. You still remember when he went behind your mom’s back and snuck your Bratz Doll set into your devious, stubby hands after Eve dinner when you were seven. 

Mama’s gonna be so mad at you! 

Meh. She’ll never know if you don’t snitch!

Your irritated inhales were swarmed with the smell of savory meats and sweet pies. You were going to eat well later, at least. 

You reached over to your nightstand and grabbed your phone off the charger. Abby never replied to you, but she did open it. Your heartbeat sped up; She must’ve really despised you, and you couldn’t blame her. 

You hoped she has a great Christm—

“ALL I WANT FOR CHRIIISTMAAAS IS YOUU— “

Your father’s joyous shouts interrupted your wishful thoughts of seeing his close friend again. 

The irony of it all. 

You tiredly hobbled downstairs after brushing your teeth. 

You admired your parents' decorative abilities: the stair railings were wrapped in green and red ribbons; they hung up stockings and fairy lights over the small fireplace and covered the small tree in the corner of the living room in their DIY ornaments. 

You followed the sounds of pots and pans clanging together in the kitchen as your parents sang along to the lyrics booming from the speakers. Their backs were turned to you, but you could see them taste-testing soups and the corners of desserts as they shared small kisses. Your heart fluttered at the sight; they’re so in love.

You made yourself known, calling out over the tunes, “Y’all are up early.” 

Both their heads whipped around to face you, instantly brightening at your disheveled sight. 

“Girl, it’s noon,” your mom called out as she returned to her stirring of the large pot. Your dad trotted over to engulf you in his arms and planted kisses to your head. You made sure to keep your eyes on the wall in front of you. 

“Merry Christmas, babygirl,” he said into your ear. You were overcome with warmth, then swiftly blinded by guilt. Tears jerked in your eyes, but you blinked them away with urgency. 

You cleared your throat and huffed a laugh, “It’s not Christmas yet, bonehead.” 

You felt a playful pinch at the back of your neck as he laughed, “Keep talkin’ trash and you’re not eating.” 

You shook your head and pulled away from him, catching a small glimpse of his mischievous grin. You would’ve broken at the sight, but you swiftly brushed past him and into the kitchen to make you a quick bowl of microwaveable oatmeal. You heard your dad bolt up the stairs with a shout of BRB!

“And what are you doing.”

You turned to look at your mom, who was watching you grab a bowl from the cabinet with her hands on her hips, soupy spoon in hand. 

Your brows creased, “What, mom?” 

She looked at you like you had two heads. “You’re gonna ruin your appetite, baby. We’re all eating soon.”

You blinked blankly, “… So I can’t have oatmeal?” 

“No, you can’t have oatmeal. Did your dad not tell you the plans?”

“Uhh… no?”

“That man, I tell you," She shook her head in exasperation, “We’re having a little Christmas party. Everyone’s bringing stuff and we need to eat everything!” 

Your heart stopped in your chest at the mention of a party. You almost dropped the ceramic bowl on the floor when your arms lost strength. You tried to hide the anxiety on your face, but your mom’s gaze felt like it was piercing through you. 

No. No, please—

You set the bowl on the counter harder than you should have, “W-Who’s… Who’s coming?” 

She furrowed her brows at you and spoke in an obvious tone, “… All our family? Me’n dad’s work friends, some neighbors. The usual.” 

You nodded and turned towards the cupboards with a pounding heart. You felt lightheaded and your mouth went dry, your throat closing at the thought of seeing Abby. You knew she was coming; You've never seen her say no to your dad. She never even denied you and you were practically strangers. 

You were certain you were going to pass out—

“What’s the matter, baby?” 

You flinched at your mom’s gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked at her, and she looked just as confused, just as concerned as you would expect. You noticed a glint of intensity in her gaze, and your breath caught in your throat. 

… Did she know? There’s no way she knew. She couldn’t know. She didn’t, she didn’t—

“I… I just feel faint. I don’t know what happened.” 

Her eyes widened in shock, “Maybe you did need that damn oatmeal. Come here, baby. Come sit.” 

You could barely get words out, but your mom guided you to the dining table and ushered you to sit before running to get some water

“One bowl of oatmeal wouldn’t hurt, I guess,” She said with a sigh, handing you an ice-cold bottle from the fridge. You never choked down water that quickly in your entire life. “Cinnamon apple or maple?”

You gulped and garbled apple before getting more water in. 

You weren’t thinking about fucking oatmeal. The thought of eating suddenly made you sick. 

You were seeing Abby much quicker than you expected, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Your quiet neighborhood was bustling. 

You were peeping out the window from the living room couch to distract yourself from your oncoming doom. Bundled-up families were making their way through the snow and onto lit-up porches, children were smiling and jumping in piles of white ice, and everyone had ugly sweaters under their coats. 

The sight was precious, but all you could think about was Abby, the image of her at your parents' front door making you want to flee. 

… Your parents were busy all day. Maybe they wouldn’t notice if you stole your keys from the kitchen counter and drove off until the guests drunkenly laughed home—

“Girl, why aren’t you dressed! Everyone will be here soon!”

Your eyes shut in nervousness at your mom’s tone. You released the hold you had on the blinds and got up off the couch. You caught a glimpse of the ugly Christmas sweater she wanted to match with you, holding yours up in both hands. You grabbed it and moved to walk up the stairs, flinching at the playful slap she gave your ass. You ignored her as she ridiculed you for being late, your heartbeat rattling your ribcage. 

… Here goes nothing. 

The sun was setting as you nervously sipped your second glass of wine, watching your family and friends prance all over your home with joy. 

After greeting all your guests, you took a seat on the couch next to the door, completely on guard as you poured more maroon liquid into your glass. You assumed sipping would calm your anxiety, but your tipsiness only added to your stress. You were thankful that your family respected your observance so you could isolate during these gatherings. 

Ugly Christmas sweaters were a theme for your block evidently. Everyone was decked in garb that had corny punchlines and ridiculously bright green and red sleeves. Your favorite cousin even had the nerve to show up in a Merry Litmas sweater riddled with marijuana leaves. Your mom, aunt, and uncle tag-teamed cursing him out at the front door. 

Your friends loved coming over when your pothead cousin was present; They never missed an opportunity to hotbox in his car. You want to join them so badly. 

Your youngest aunt had gotten tired of hearing songs about Santa, propping your youngest cousin on her hip and queuing the entirety of Tina Snow. Your mom smirked deviously as your father grabbed the shot glasses and Tequila from the cupboards. 

Your home was jumping an hour later. Everyone had migrated towards the kitchen, rotating between pouring up and sneaking tastes of your mom’s homemade sweet potato pies on the table. 

Your dad’s work friends trickled in one by one, but there was still no sign of Abby. A hole opened in your heart, and you accepted that she wasn’t coming. That your apology wouldn’t be enough to amend your relationship. 

You caught a glimpse of your remarkably high cousin waltz into the snowy backyard, and you moved on autopilot. You made your way through the dancing crowd, avoiding the scene of your dad grinding on your mom and grabbing your coat off the rack. You pushed the back door open and shivered at the cold, catching the sight of your cousin rolling up at the patio table. 

“Yo.”

He jumped and turned to face you, his eyes light pink and a lazy smile appearing on his face at the sight. 

“Don’t sneak up on me like that. What’s up.”

You shrugged and grabbed a seat in front of him, sighing heavily as you sat. “It’s crowded in there.”

He nodded along with you, sealing his blunt with a smirk on his face, “Your new friend’s fine as hell. With the red antlers— “

You cut him off with a sharp glare, “Don’t you fucking dare. Leave her alone.”

He furrowed his brows at your tone, “Damn, my bad. I didn’t even say shit.”

“You don’t have to. Whore.”

He let out a loud laugh, his Santa hat covered head flying back as he pulled his lighter out his pocket. You watched him spark the end of his blunt before puffing from it, exhaling the smoke in a spherical cloud that floated near your face. 

He wordlessly passed the blunt to you, and you accepted it, bringing it to your lips and pulling from it for a while. You felt the dull burn in your lungs as smoke filled your mouth before exhaling. 

“You got better at that. Shit.”  

You looked up at him and shrugged again, “I’ve been practicing, I guess.” 

You puffed from the lit blunt again before passing it back to your cousin, watching him mimic your previous actions as you breathed out the carbon.

He exhaled the smoke as he spoke, “How come? Is that why you look like trash?”

You glared at him, but he didn’t care, continuing, “Have you been sleepin’?”

You hesitated before quietly denying. 

His eyes widened at you. “Bro, what the fuck. Do your parents know?”

You shrugged sheepishly as you looked down at the frosted glass table, reaching for the blunt. 

He passed it to you as he shook his head, “You need to go to the fuckin’ doctor and get that checked. Have you been using aids?” 

You couldn’t help the huffed laugh that escaped you, Abby’s ribbed dick and blushing face popping into your mind. 

“Somethin’ like that.” 

You took one last good pull from the blunt before passing it back to him, your body relaxing into the cushioned chair. You watched your cousin shake his head as he pulled from the blunt. 

You two caught up as darkness consumed you, giggling at the nonsensical ramblings about his new job as a Uber driver and how much he hated living near a university. 

You couldn’t stop fucking laughing. You didn’t know how much time passed or what your cousin was talking about, but you felt light. Like the frigid wind surrounding the two of you would send you flying; You haven’t felt this joyous in months. The twinkling lights that surrounded the back door shined like stars; Everything looked so pretty. Maybe you should start smoking again—

The back door was pulled open, and it snapped you out of your colorful trance, your youngest aunt’s head poking out. 

She whispered harshly to the two of you, nodding towards your cousin's roach in his hand, “Can y’all put that shit out so we can eat?! Hurry the fuck up!”

She turned back inside with an aggravated eye roll, leaving the door open so that you could both follow her back into warmth. Your cousin stubbed his blunt out on the floor as you stood from your seat, making your way inside as you watched everyone line up for their plates in the kitchen. 

Your heart stopped and your gut swirled with nerves and want when you saw the familiar form standing by the speakers, talking to your dad. You should’ve never fucking smoked, why the fuck did you smoke—

Your head was rushing as you took in Abby: hair in two braids that were covered by a pink Santa hat, and a black and white ugly sweater covered with reindeers pooping. She was smiling as she listened to your father’s tipsy rambles, laughing as he waved his arms around in excitement. Her laugh swallowed you in slow motion, sounding like jingle bells and filling your heart with… something heavy and unfamiliar. You always thought her laugh was cute and she has the prettiest smile—

“You good?”

You jumped and gasped harshly as your cousin's voice came from behind you. You nodded in a rush, halting your gawking before scurrying over to the dining table and grabbing a paper plate. 

Try not to look fucking high! You’re not even high! Abby came, Abby came, Abby came. 

Your mind was racing as you filled your plate with baked mac and cheese, nearly dropping the large scooping spoon on the floor when your aunt asked why you were taking so long. 

You look high, you idiot! Don’t look high—

Your nose was filled with the familiar scent of roses, and you whipped your head around to see Abby retreating back to the dining table with a filled plate and wine glass in her hand. She smelled so fucking good—

“Bruh, you’re tweaking. Go sit the hell down.” 

You looked over and saw your cousin with a plate that was nearly identical to yours: a giant pile of fucking mac and cheese with some wings next to it. You want fucking chicken, too!

You walked past him and grabbed you some from the foil serving tin before making your way over to the table and Abby was fucking looking at you and there was an open seat in front of her, oh fuck—

You probably looked so fucking high when you plopped down in the vacant seat, tearing into your macaroni. 

You kept your head down, face deep in your plate.

Every time you looked up, Abby caught your gaze. 

The table was filled with drunken converse, your parents and uncles arguing over who would die in the Hunger Games first… you think. What the fuck did you smoke? 

… Abby is so gorgeous. Have you ever told her that? Probably not. 

You’ve been studying her face for what felt like hours as you chowed down your food, watching her sip her wine, watching her watch you. It made your heart race and your fingers twitch as they rested on the table. 

You were hyper aware of every move she made: every shuffle in her seat, every fiddle with her fork, every minuscule response to your dad from across the table before her eyes flickered towards you again. You couldn’t read her expressions, but there was something in her eye that terrified you. Maybe your assumptions about her hatred towards you were true. Your behavior ruined everything. You were never going to see her smile or laugh or sleep again—

The brush against your leg made you stiffen. 

Your eyes immediately flickered towards Abby: she was conversing with a work friend that you didn’t recognize, chuckling into her glass as she beamed with excitement as she listened to the tale. Another brush against you, nearly pressing into your limb. Your nipples hardened.

You shuddered with a heavy sigh, and you felt a foot slowly glide up your knee before traveling back down to your ankle, catching on your sock. Your tummy was in knots. 

Abby finally paid you some attention, reconnecting your eyes. The sparkle in her eyes sent a tight twist in your gut. It was playful and mischievous and full of want. You shuddered again when she wet her lips, her tongue peeping out of her mouth and brushing against the glass.

“You okay?”

You jumped at your aunt's voice from next to you, and you nodded stiffly. Abby's foot traveled up your leg again as she watched the interaction between you and her. 

“You sure, babe? You look sick— “

You shook your head and turned to look at your aunt’s concerned face, “M’okay. I’m just tired.” 

“You look it.” 

You could see Abby adjust in her seat, her feet going up your knee and inching up your thigh. Your legs closed around her fuzzy sock covered foot on instinct, your core clenching as your aunt palmed your forehead. 

“You feel hot, babe. Maybe you should lay down for a bit?”

You could see Abby smirking behind her glass. You hate her, you hate her, you hate her—

You exhaled sharply, “Okay— “

A sharp gasp cut you off when her foot shoved between your shut legs, the bottom of it pushing into your clothed, drippy cunt. Your clit jerked with need as you shot up out of your seat, almost tripping as your chair clattered to the floor. Everyone’s conversation stopped, eyeing you with concern as they asked what was wrong. Abby was still smirking, sipping in silence. 

“Sorry, m’good. I’m gonna… gonna lay down for a sec.” 

You turned away before you could hear your family’s arguments, your youngest aunt asking your cousin what the fuck he put in that blunt. You bolted up the stairs and shut your door, trying to ignore the wetness between your legs. 

You’re horny as fuck. You’re never getting high again. 

You heard the party pick up after some minutes before a ding came from your pocket as you paced around your room. 

You clumsily pulled it out and read the message from Abby, the coil in your gut reigniting as guilt filled your chest. 

You’re not forgiven. :)

damn this took forever my fault yall

next part gon b up quick omg abby backstory purr

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prologue. part one. part two. interlude. part four.

[ro-bee]

Hi!

Could maybe say something more about your Goat Realm?

What is story of Puppy narinder here?

What heretics look like here and how are they behaviour? (I'm curious about it because I love these beans. I'm all ears to any littlest detail)

How other bishops look like?

And anyway anything. I'm all ears to all ramble!

Drink your water!

HELLOOO

It is time for the goatverse yap section ! Everybody cheers!!

Anyway little disclaimers :

1_ is very work in progress... Unfortunately all my focus is on those two gay furries and not much on the world so I don't have many drawings to show :(

2_ it's heavy... And I mean there are strong themes and stuff (I'm not gonna go in details here) ... You'll see it better when I finish one of my many projects but it will require a lot of time... Like a lot, sorry... Anyway :)

Goat's world is very harsh. Here we live by the philosophy of kill or be killed very often, despite that there are some people that manage to live in piece and tranquility (example: goat's family and people that don't venerate any specific bishops or that venerate Kiran)

The world is ruled by the 5 bishops (these design are still concepts expect our beloved wolf lol)

Four of them command on different regions, Kiran being the god of death rules the purgatory

He doesn't have many followers like his siblings but he prefers it like that, it doesn't really matter to him because people souls would end up to him anyway.

His siblings have more of an evil alineament, they use their godhood for bad often, taking entertainment on their followers pain. Kiran is the opposite and witnessing his followers suffering fills him with sorrow, that's why he always gives his followers a painless death, is the last he can do for them... After all their souls gives him power :)

Anyway I think I already explained kiran's plan here , tldr bro is sad people suffer so he thinks that killing everything is a good solution

A little thing I want to add to kiran's backstory thing (idk):

I think that unfortunately we're not gonna have a ratau in this world, since Kiran's objective is to get rid of pain with putting everyone's soul to rest I think he won't let any previous vessel go away after failing (I'm not doing this because I hate ratau, he's my dad I love him so much)

So goat had no guide in what they were doing

Heretics here are just like regular heretics(?), if you wanted to know more about their design unfortunately I don't have anything with them :( I have some sketches in the comic I'm working on but I need to keep it as a surprise

Most of them are just regular people that want to survive...

Talking about people who want to survive:

Goat wasn't always this fucked up in the head, this whole deal changed them for the worst. Before the crown they lived a normal peaceful life with their family, when they lost everything they were forced to learn how to fight back to survive. So they spent many years running away and fighting back, they felt terrible at first but then it started to feel normal, almost enjoyable. Getting the crowns powers made killing people fun for them so yeah lol this is the evolution of goat going from calm Lyra player to killer machine, they have a loooooot of anger issues lol.

About the bishops... I'm currently drawing them better and they still have no name right now...

Their personality is the opposite of the canon one basically

The leshy is calm less impulsive

The geko is a prudent and a bit coward

The kraken is fearless and violent

The scorpion is ruthless and impulsive

Kiran is their older brother and loves them very much!! the feeling is not very mutual but anyway :)

I need to work a little bit more on them ngl

Aaaand I think this is all? Hmm idk feel free to ask more :)

[creepy-friday]

Love your blog! The way you write the Pastas is so interesting and enjoyable, specially the Proxies (glad you took Cody in the ecuation too, cause I like him and barely anyone remembers he's a proxy too)

Since we've already seen the boys in the female proxy au, how would she get along with other girls in the residence, like Kate the Chaser or Natalie? Whether in a romantic or platonic way

Thank you!I'M SO GLAD THE GIRLS GET SOME LOVE💞💞💞

Creepypasta Ladies x Fem!Proxy Reader

You worked with Kate from a distance since she's solo on all of her missions,her job and place in the team being way different from yours and the others

You also didn't know if she liked you because you were also a woman or she despises you because you're also a woman

During meetings she would ask a shit ton of questions about you and what you did on missions until that very moment,fuck,not even Masky is all up in your business like she is

On the rare occasions both of you meet she wouldn't greet you,she would simply nod her head at you.On impossible occasions you could get a glimpse of her face behind that mask.

I believe that if you do want to engage into a deeper conversation with her she will simply listen,but if you manage to get her to warm up to you she would vaguely say a few things about herself as well

Kate might throw a nasty double sided comment or two when there are just the two of you."Managed to calm Masky down,heh?How do you manage I wonder.." ; "sorry lady,I don't have a way with gentlemen like you do." ; "might enjoy the hell of a ride as well,you know best..am I right?"

You remind her of the few good persons she used to have in her life before she was dragged here

Clockwork was into you from the moment you stepped in the mansion tbh

Loves to tease you in both a romantic and friendly way.The fact that you're a woman in a position of power in the mansion over all of those fuckers it's super attractive to her

"Tell him to go fuck himself.What he's gonna say about it,huh?" ; "I bet I can be a better match for you than the demons of the forest,gimmie a chance to prove it to you;)"

Loves a good training with you,you're the only one who can counter all of her attacks,you really set her heart on fire

"You're a top bitch here,all bark all bite.Say,what would you do if I caused shit around here?;);)" she has no shame and will flirt with you every chance she has.If you ignore her remarks she wouldn't hold back,BUT if you do give her a chance she would further step her game UP

The nurse Ann barely talks overall and only engages into business conversations with you

If you have any "lady health problems" she would be the one to have your back like her life depends on it tbh

If you look around for Jack when she's in the infirmary she would simply assume you either don't like her or have a thing for male doctors lol

"No cannibals around,just good old me." she said,legs crossed facing you.

When you tried to make small talk with her she stopped you "you don't have to force yourself.We're just doing our jobs.Besides,the tension makes your veins harder to look for.."

Zero will start shit with you every chance she has.Fighting,blaming,shit talking,you name it,she would do everything in her power to try to bring you down and cause a violent reaction out of you

Does she get along with Masky because of this?Hell naw

Is it jealousy?a love-hate relationship?it's very hard to make the difference

On some occasions,she would act all nice and sweet,super flirty with you, and if you make the mistake of thinking she has good intentions with you she would degrade the living hell out of you

Despite the others,she doesn't trust you to have all of the power Slenderman trusted you with.She sees you below her and wholeheartedly believes she should've been in your place maybe with you sitting on her lap or something

She doesn't stand Clocky but still wants to be on her good side because she sees potential in her.Natalie knows this,but her boredom causes her to engage into Zero's little games

Jane observes you from a distance.She respects your job and how you manage to calm shit down,you're really one of the few persons she could look up to if she's honest

If only you weren't so busy with proxy duties she would come forward to you and warm up more

She would adore the tought of the two of you drinking tea in her room,simply enjoying each others presence while talking about matters both of you can't control

Jane would notice if one lock of your hair isn't in the right place but she wouldn't tell you if you're closer to her,instead,she would simply gently fix it

She gives me mommy vibes

Nina sees you as her best friend,you are the one to tell if it's one sided or not.The way you move,act,and manage to do it all amazes her..you are both a mentor and a friend to her.

She could talk the whole day about how amazing you are,and she actually has a few pages in her journal with notes about you

The girl can be like that one annoying kid at the park that gives you all of their toys just to spend time with them lol

You inspire her and she genuinely believes you make her a better person-a better woman.She lets you know this and even if you don't believe her,your existence deeply had a positive impact on her mental health

[theluigianapurchase]

saw ur post about trans race and !!!!!!!! I have SO MUCH to talk about headcanon-wise!!!!

omg omg omg hi!! Ftm race is so important to me

so a lot of my trans race hcs are sprace adjacent but idk if ur a sprace enjoyer so ill give the general ones but if you are a sprace enjoyer (1. Be my best friend) and 2. I can make a separate post

He knew he was trans from a young age, pretty much always rejected being a girl

Once he was around 4ish his parents gave up on even trying to force him to “be a girl”

His mom died when he was 6 and after that his father went down a rabbit hole of dispair and became a heavy drinker and verbally (rarely physically but it still happened sometimes) abusive

He ran away at 8 and was living on the streets for a week before Jack found him

AND THUS HE BECOMES A NEWSIE

He hides the fact that he’s trans from the newsies

He gets his period at 12 and sence he lives with mostly boys he panics (he knows what periods are but it’s not a shared experience with most of his friends)

He just stuffs toilet paper in his pants and that’s his method for the first year or so of having his period

Since he’s a newsie and has little access to regular meals his period is always pretty light anyway because of a lot of exercise and little food

When he’s 13 he bleeds through his sheets and Albert finds out

Race makes him swear not to tell anyone

Albert’s really bad at keeping secrets and accidentally lets it slip to Jack

Jack is super supportive and gets him some proper period supplies

Unpopular Opinion: I actually don’t think a lot of the newsies were trans i think race (and Romeo but for Funsies) were the only manhattan newsies that were trans

(Next few are sprace related I’m sorry but i can’t help myself)

Race and spot start seeing each other when race is 15 and spot is 16

Race doesn’t immediately tell spot he’s trans

He’s really nervous to tell spot

but when he does spots like idc (in an i love you way ofc)

Brooklyn has a few younger ftm newsies and Race is a role model to them

Hes stealth with a lot of newsies not on purpose but just cause he forgets that they don’t already know/forgets that it’s even a thing lol

Dysphoria wise: He really hates his shoulders (me projecting??? Neverrr) and he hates his period more than anything

[voraciousvore]

Voretober Day 19: Takeout

Day 1 | Previous (18) | Next (20)

Content Warning: NSFW/18+! Sexual content, M/m g/t soft fatal vore, unwilling to willing (I was in a hell of a mood writing this lol)

Word Count: 3.4k

Author's Note: This oneshot can be read with no context. However, if you're familiar with my stories, Connie is the tiny businessman that almost gets eaten by Chester in this chapter of The Half-Blood Giant.

------ Takeout ------

Connie hated everything. He worked at a Chinese restaurant doing takeout deliveries, and he hated his job. He hated the smell of fried food and soy sauce that permeated the whole joint. He hated the garish paint colors on the cracked walls. He hated his stupid frumpy uniform. He hated his boss. He hated rude, demanding customers. He hated being forced to put on a fake smile and socialize with people. His hated what his life had become. 

His old job had been decent, before this hell had taken over his existence. Before, he’d worked at a boring white-collar desk job, where he didn’t have to be on his feet all day. It was perfect, except for one critical flaw: The job was located on the large side of the city, where the giants lived. 

Connie hated giants—though he hadn’t initially. He’d been strangely fascinated with them, despite the nagging undercurrent of instinctive fear that never left him while in their presence. They seemed to be just like humans, yet so much larger, so much grander. He had even developed a certain... fondness for a particular giant at his work, one that was handsome and gentle and kind and knew to move and speak softly around humans. 

Unfortunately, this gorgeous specimen of a giant man already belonged to another, a human woman no less. The jealousy and resentment Connie felt as a result poisoned any enjoyment he had for his job. He became grumpy and bitter as he was forced every day to watch his crush fawn over another, yearning to possess what he couldn’t have. The last straw came when, on his way home after a late night of overtime, a random giant snatched him up off the sidewalk and nearly devoured him. He miraculously survived the encounter, but he was done with dealing with giants. He quit and refused to return to the large side of the city. 

Regrettably, the small side where the humans resided was hardly fertile in regards to employment opportunities. Connie couldn’t find another cushy job like his old one, so he was forced to scrounge for whatever employer would take him. His financial reserves diminished, to the point where he had no choice but to sell his car and move into a roach-infested apartment, uncomfortably close to the gigantic barrier that divided the giants from the humans. 

So that’s how he found himself working as a delivery driver at a sketchy Chinese restaurant on the bad side of town. He didn’t even have his car anymore, and his employer didn’t provide him with one, so he had to ride a stupid crusty bike with a big basket on the back to carry the orders. By the end of his shift, he always came home greasy and sweaty and tired. He hated being dirty. 

Tonight, he was working the late shift. Business was slow, which was bad for Connie despite less work. Fewer orders meant fewer tips. The phone rang, and he watched with a vacant expression as his bored coworker answered with her dumb fake customer service voice. Her expression changed to one of confusion.  

“I’m sorry, did you say forty?” She wrote the order down on a slip, along with an address, and processed the payment. “Very well, sir. It’ll probably be around thirty minutes.” She hung up the phone with a pinched face. 

“Delivery?” Connie asked as she handed off the order to the kitchen. 

“Yeah… but it was a really weird order. 40 servings of fried rice with zero entrees. I’ve never heard of such a thing.” 

“Huh? Let me see that.” Connie grabbed the slip and checked the address. The street looked vaguely familiar, so he searched the location on his phone. His heart sank as his suspicions were confirmed. “Swift Street… that’s on the large side, isn’t it? Why would a giant order from a human restaurant?” 

His coworker shrugged, indifferent to Connie’s rising concern. “Fuck if I know. Either way, the guy paid, so you gotta deliver it.” 

Connie wanted to protest, but the words died on his lips as his boss glared at him from across the room. He didn’t want to get fired; he desperately needed the money if he was ever going to pull himself out of this hole. He shut his mouth, debating what to do as he observed the cooks frying up pans of rice and stuffing them in countless takeout boxes. He tried to quell his rising anxiety as he stacked the boxes high in his bike basket. His instincts were screaming at him to refuse, as he was reminded of unpleasant past encounters, but he felt trapped. 

“The tip for this job better be good,” he grunted as he decisively mounted his bike. He rode down the street, feeling like a stupid teenager on his stupid bike. He navigated the roads, past the occasional car, until he reached the railway station to cross the barrier. 

He used to board these railcars every day for his old commute. The automatic door slid open to an empty car, as untouched and pristine as he remembered, and he piled in with his bike. The door whooshed shut and the car rocketed away at a blistering pace. Connie felt the track drop like a roller coaster, along with his stomach, as the car shot down underground below the barrier before racing back up to the surface, to the opposite side. 

He couldn’t see much outside, since it was dark in comparison to the lit interior. Humungous silhouettes and shadows blocked out the distant glowing orbs of massive streetlights high in the sky. He felt sickness and fear clawing up his throat, restricting his breathing. He wanted to flee, but he was encased in steel and glass. He gripped the handlebars of his bike with clammy hands. 

All too soon, he arrived at his stop. He hesitated before stepping out of the railcar into the human-sized station, which was covered by an awning that concealed him from the giant world beyond. The car raced away, and Connie was alone. His heart rattled his ribs with frantic hammering and bile rose into his mouth, but he forced it back down. He was here now; no going back. 

A terrifying memory coursed through him, of his last night in the giant city. Walking alone, through a quiet evening just like this, briefcase in hand, before titanic fingers closed around him in a painful pinch. Thundering footsteps that thudded through him, a yawning maw below that threatened to send him to an acidic grave. He shuddered hard. The giant had, by some incredible stroke of fate, stopped before eating him, and apologized for losing control of his cravings, but Connie had been forever scarred by the traumatic ordeal. He’d had nightmares for weeks about it.  

Nightmares, that strangely enough had turned to sick fantasies. He’d dreamed about his giant crush doing the same thing, dropping him into his cavernous mouth and swallowing him whole, and he’d woken up covered in hot sweat and hard as a rock. He couldn’t understand the conflicting feelings that had awakened in him, of terrible fear and forbidden desire, a perverse thirst for impossible thrill and danger. Yet, in his waking hours when he was more rational, he’d been too scared to return to his desk job. He felt like a coward—a lowly, pathetic, disgruntled coward. 

He didn’t like that sentiment, not at all. He took a deep breath, hopped on his bike, and sped off into the night. The cool air rushed past his feverish skin as he pedaled like his life depended on it. He could only hope, in the vast streets, he would be too small to be noticed. He was grateful at least to be on a fast-moving bike instead of on foot, though he had to question if he’d be fast enough to outrun a giant predator. Probably not. 

Fortunately, the streets were mostly deserted due to the late hour. Connie was jittery and on edge, keeping to the shadows as best he could. The chirps of giant crickets, instead of providing a soothing ambience, sounded too loud to his ears. He nearly had a heart attack as a massive beast of a bug hopped in front of his path like a deer. He skirted around it and kept moving.  

He jumped his bike over sizeable cracks in the sidewalk and crossed enormous rocky stretches of asphalt and rough pavement, a challenge that absorbed a significant chunk of focus. Even so, he monitored his surroundings with obsessive attentiveness. In every looming shape he saw an eldritch horror, just waiting to emerge from the darkness and snatch him up. 

The threatening growl of an oncoming vehicle, heralded by distant beams of headlights, sent Connie into a panic. He hauled his bike into a patch of weeds as the mammoth metal monster roared past, blowing the tall grass in a terrible bluster. Connie hugged his arms around his bike as he hauled it back to the sidewalk, his heart racing. The red taillights of the giant vehicle turned around a distant corner, leaving him in an eerily quiet stretch of road. Giant houses rose up like silent sentinels miles into the sky, looking down on him. A bead of sweat rolled down his spine as he mounted his bike again. He couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. 

After what felt like an eternity of biking, Connie reached the correct house. He rode up to the porch, on an expansive sidewalk that cut through two fields of tall grass that comprised the front lawn. He stopped, unsure how to proceed. The wooden stairs were too tall for him to climb, each one being easily triple his height. Even if he made it to the towering door, there was no chance in hell he’d be able to ring the bell. Far above him, he saw the flutter of the curtains in the window. His breath caught in his chest. 

Connie hadn’t interacted with giants in a while, since he sought to avoid them at all costs. Even with the reminder of the megalithic buildings all around him, he wasn’t ready for the impossible scale of the colossal man that opened the door out of his reach. He nearly fainted at the sight: a fat, hairy, gargantuan giant, with a prominent belly hanging out from a sweat-stained discolored tank top that was too small to conceal it. He had a face like a bulldog, with unkempt dark hair, a scraggly mustache, and whiskers on his chin and neck too sparse to call a beard. Huge shoes plodded on the porch platform, creaking the wood under the giant’s prodigious weight. He breathed heavily as he descended from the steps down to the cement, rumbling the ground beneath him enough to rattle the basket on Connie’s bike. 

Connie gaped up, speechless, pinned in place like a bug in a display case. The giant scratched his belly and grunted. As he examined the tiny man at his feet, his lips twisted into a sinister smile, exposing large crooked teeth. Connie let out an involuntary whimper. The handlebars of his bike slid through his fingers and it crashed to the ground, dropping takeout boxes full of rice all over the pavement. 

The giant frowned, and Connie panicked. He turned tail and fled like a frightened rabbit. He got to the end of the square of sidewalk before a thick pair of fingers pinched the back of his shirt and lifted him clean off the ground. Connie yelped as he saw the ground plummet below him in a sickening rush of vertigo. Cold sweat bled from his pores as a pair of huge dark eyes hovered before him with a menacing glare. A pudgy finger, thicker around than his entire body, poked at him with curiosity. 

“Hmmm,” the giant rumbled. “I thought you’d be bigger.” 

“H-huh?” Connie stuttered with confusion. “No, no, I’m a human, you ordered from a human restaurant... you must’ve made a mistake...” 

The enormous man didn’t acknowledge his words and continued to speak. “And those limbs of yours are so scrawny. Hardly any meat on ’em.” The giant plucked at his chin hairs. “Ah well. You’ll do, I suppose.” 

“E-excuse me?” Connie sputtered. The giant didn’t respond, instead bending over to retrieve the diminutive bike with the rice boxes, scooping everything up into a spacious palm. He huffed with substantial lungs as he straightened back up and lumbered into his house. Connie felt sick as he dangled precariously from the giant's grip, the world swimming before his eyes. He was deeply unsettled, being so high up, even more so with where he was being carried. “H-hey, wait a second, where are you taking me? P-put me down!”  

The giant persisted in ignoring him as he shut the door behind him. Connie was electrified with fear. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He didn’t dare to think what this giant man had planned for him, but it couldn’t be anything good. The giant trudged into a huge kitchen space, though it felt cramped with his hulking girth filling the space. He held up the bike and gazed at it for a moment, spinning the back wheel with the tip of his finger as if it were a child’s toy, before setting it aside. He opened a cupboard and extracted an immense dinner plate, placing it on the countertop with a dull clatter. He began to methodically crush the boxes of rice between his digits over the plate, releasing their contents and casting the packaging into the garbage. 

“P-p-please, Mr. Giant, let me go. You don’t have to give me a tip or anything. I’ll leave and you’ll never have to see me again,” Connie pleaded, his voice rising in pitch as terror shot through him. “I apologize for dropping the food, I didn’t mean to anger you-” 

“Shut up,” the giant boomed with mild irritation. Connie clammed up, still trembling uncontrollably. His teeth chattered in his skull as the multitudes of rice orders produced a pile that still looked small on the oversized plate. Connie yelped with fright as the giant unexpectedly raised him up and tore at his clothes, stripping them off with a single tug of his goliath fingers. He plunked the tiny man, stark naked, onto the plate. 

Connie jumped to his feet, but was flicked back down with a finger that felt like a sledgehammer on his back. He made another attempt, only to fall over as the plate was lifted beneath him. He bounced up and down on the plate as it rocked with every stride of the giant, until the plate landed on an extensive dinner table. The giant seated himself, looming over poor Connie with his bulging fat pecs at the human’s eye level. 

“Nooooo,” Connie moaned, comprehending his fate. He realized that escape was impossible, and running from such a titanic being would be futile. No matter what, he was going to die. He flinched as the giant raised his thick arm above him, and a dark liquid splashed all over him and the bed of rice. The strong odor of soy sauce smacked his nose. 

“You’ll do for a snack, I suppose,” the giant growled, thudding his arm back on the table with a crash. Connie jolted, but the panic coursing through his blood and muscles had no other outlet except for violent quivering. He cried softly as a fork with prongs as long as his couch scooped up enough rice to feed an entire family. Forty orders of rice would be maybe a couple of bites for the giant, if that. 

“Why?” Connie whined. “Why would you do this? I won’t be nearly enough to fill your belly.” 

“Mmmm... for the novelty of live prey, I suppose,” the giant thundered, finally deigning to respond to Connie’s outbursts. He chewed the mouthful of rice thoughtfully. “I’ve heard humans taste exceptionally delicious.” His capacious stomach roared hungrily beneath the table, as if the conversation had whetted his appetite. He swallowed and grinned, a dribble of drool running down his chin. Connie watched the lump bob in his pudgy neck with consternation. 

“I’m a person, not food,” Connie argued desperately. “I have a life. I have family. I have...” He stopped, closing his mouth. His pleas felt like bitter lies. His life was torture. His family didn’t care about him. He had nothing: no money, no friends, no lovers. He had nothing but regrets and sorrows. 

His thoughts soured further as he thought about his past life, the memories flashing by like the windows on a train. His crush. That handsome giant at his old job, whom he yearned for with all his heart. His reminiscing took a darker turn, as he was reminded of his secret somnolent fantasies, of his benevolent dream man swallowing him whole. Those powerful dreams scratched a primordial itch within him that he couldn’t understand or explain exactly why they resonated so deeply, only that he needed them badly, despite his fear of the deadly consequences. 

The giant grinned with droll amusement, observing Connie’s violent emotional upheavals. He dug his fork under the tasty morsel and lifted him up to his face. Connie didn’t protest or fight, slumping limply on the fork as he approached the line of plush lips. He watched as the lips parted before him and the maw gaped open wide, revealing a soggy cavern of flesh lined with craggy ivory teeth. A breath originating from deep within the cavity flushed him with warmth. 

The fork thrust him inside. He splatted on the cushion of the massive wet tongue, which rippled with purpose, absorbing his flavor. The teeth closed in a cage around him and the mouth enveloped him in a smothering embrace, the tongue wrapping around him, rolling over him like a wave, weighing heavily on his tiny frame. Connie gasped for breath as every inch of his skin was caressed with slimy taste buds, rubbed down, and drenched with saliva. The sensations were so real, so overstimulating, so intense, to the point where he could barely handle it. As terrified as he was, the experience was... 

He was going to die anyway; there was no point in denying, or clinging to false hope, or holding himself back. He let go. He cast aside his shame and guilt and self-loathing with reckless abandon. He allowed himself to unleash the erotic feelings he’d been holding back, to fantasize, to indulge. He imagined the object of his desire, his special giant, his secret forbidden lover, rolling him around on his tongue. This was his mouth, and he had chosen Connie as a treat to satiate his hunger. 

He grew hard with arousal, grinding his groin against the giant’s tongue and moaning with pleasure. The tongue slammed him against the teeth, dragged him along the molars, and pressed him up against the hard palate at the top like a passionate lover. He was slurped into a cheek and sucked on, then tossed back over the crest of teeth towards the gullet. He blushed as his heart thrummed and sang with joy. He felt so alive, in a way he had never felt in all his years of life, especially not in his more recent darker days. 

He slid headfirst into the gullet, wriggling with unrestrained passion. The walls of the throat crushed him in a powerful embrace as the giant swallowed. Connie could hardly breathe as he was squeezed down, but the pressure on his dick, the heat and the wetness, made him burst. He ejaculated as he plunged down in the throes of ecstasy. Just when he felt like he wouldn’t be able to bear it any longer, his head emerged in open air, swiftly followed by his shoulders and chest, until he tumbled through space and plopped into the giant’s stomach. 

Connie gasped for breath in the boiling hot chamber. The air was thin down here and stung with potent fumes. The acid tingled at his skin, eager to dissolve him into unrecognizable sludge. The elation he felt, however, outweighed his discomfort. He didn’t care about anything else anymore. He pretended he was inside his giant lover, and he was sublimely happy. The slimy walls churned and rocked him as he sank into their squishy softness, and the throbbing ambience of the heart beating and lungs breathing soothed him into a state of calm. As he gradually lost consciousness, he closed his eyes and smiled as he thought about his precious love: Martin.     

[sky-kiss]

A/N: Have writer’s block on my actual story so bad I wanna punch an emu. This is for me lol. This is self-serving. Bad ending, murder ending, sad times, everyone is miserable in Hell ending. 

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RxF!Tav/Durge: Hopeless

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"How on earth did you survive this place?" 

The spirit arches a brow. He doesn't say a damned thing; he lingers by the window of the little shack. He feels nothing at all, drifting outside the confines of her body. She thinks that's why he's left. It's more enjoyable to watch her suffer. 

Joi frowns and pulls her knees close to her chest, hungry for warmth—the tiefling longs for the fires of Avernus, any other Hell. Gods above and below, Stygia would prove a welcome change of pace. But Cania? Cania is miserable, misery. 

And Raphael survived it. Thrived for so many centuries.

And you brought that to an ignominious end, didn’t you, pet?

"You can't stay mad at me forever," she whines, perfectly aware that he can. He's been silent for the better part of a half year now, speaking up only to bark orders or demand control of her body. Raphael scowls, turning away. 

She's not made for silence, certainly not for this crushing loneliness. It feels like hooks in her flesh and spirit, dragging her downwards. Joi longs for laughter, for life, for anything other than fucking stillness. The bhaalspawn drags a hand through her hair and bites the inside of her cheek hard enough to draw blood. At least it's something, a feeling, more than just cold. 

"I hate it here," she spits, petulant and angry. 

"Then why did you come, little mouse? To complain? You've done that well enough." 

His voice is rough from disuse. Joi glares at his back, looking away. What's there left to say? The apology rings hollow. She won't mean it. Baldur's Gate needed saving. The cambion refused to budge. An unstoppable force, an immovable object…no coexistence…

She sighs, tail curling around her ankle. She's cold. So miserably cold. "To…make things right, I suppose." 

"Pretty words to right your spot of butchery? Charming." At least he's looking at her, still handsome; Joi drops her eyes. Looking at him is…difficult. The spirit's flesh is rent as it was at death: jagged tears in his flesh, courtesy of the slayer's claws. "We could have been friends, allies." 

"Why the Hells do you think I'm here? I want to make it right. I'm trying." 

And there's the insane voice in the back of her head, pleading, desperate, wishing for so many things. Never that she could change what was; it had to happen. Instead, she wishes either could give an inch towards reaching an understanding—a fool's dream.

Raphael holds his head high, wings fluttering in a nonexistent breeze. "Empty words." 

She wants to scream. Or shake him. Instead, barely a whisper, she says, "Please, come back to me. I'm cold." He's warmer, even as a spirit; he's the only warmth she's felt in this Hell. 

The muscles in his jaw tense, wanting to fight for the sake of it. Raphael screws up his nose, shoulders pulling taut, only to finally relax. He strides across the room, fingers curling around her wrist, not integrating back into her, not entirely. Raphael likes this freedom. Instead, he settles back into her furs, motioning for her to come nearer. Joi does, pulling the furs up around her chin. 

The weight of his wings and arm over her is an illusion. The gust of his breath along the underside of her jaw is just the fabrication of a touch-starved mind. Joi shivers.

"Don't mistake this for a ceasefire," he grumbles. "Your value to me ends the moment we reach Nessus." 

"Of course." Warm. Blessedly warm. Joi pretends to thread their fingers together. "Would it mean anything? If I said I was sorry?"

The spirit's fingers ghost up her forearm, nose tucking in her hair. He thinks for a long while. In that space, she lies to herself: he's considering, struggling, they can grow, they can…

But he shakes his head, voice hard. "No, mouse. Nothing at all." 

[thealogie]

I'm sorry but I'm about to treat your ask box like a confessional.

You kind of deserve it, though, because due to your Sherlock rewatch posts I've been forced to remember that 1. Sherlock is a show that exists and 2. that I wrote Sherlock fanfic when I was 13... about SHERLOCK and MOLLY.

In my defence, I was a deeply deeply deeply repressed bisexual who hadn't realized it yet - so all of the obvious and insane gay stuff between Sherlock and John just completely sailed over my head. Also propaganda worked really well on me as a child - so basically I was the ideal viewer for Moftiss lol. There'd be scenes where people mistook Sherlock and John for a couple and I'd go 'huh that's kind of strange that keeps happening' but then it would be played off as a joke and I'd go 'oh yes of course, silly me! Gay people only exist as the punchline! Sherlock and John would NEVER be interested in each other that way. I can't believe anyone would ever think that haha.'

Flash forward to 2017. I'm 17 years old. I've kissed other women by now and have had my brain chemistry rewritten by copious amounts of slash fanfiction. Still young, but wiser to the ways of the world than I once was. The last time I watched Sherlock, I had been 14 years old. Sherlock season 4 airs. I watch it with my mom. It's so bad my brain immediately initiates a trauma response and wipes all memory of Sherlock away. This continues for years. The only times I remember Sherlock exists is whenever I joyfully watch hbomerguy's Sherlock Is Garbage video while I'm knitting or painting or something. Also whenever I have to type in a password for an account I made when I was 13 - because my go-to password was 'SHERLOCKED' back then, unfortunately.

Flash forward to now. I'm 24 years old. And I start seeing your posts about Sherlock. Like a sleeper agent, it awakens something in me. Yesterday, I spent a perfectly good Saturday - one I could have spent doing literally anything else - reading Johnlock fanfiction. I am suddenly re experiencing the show through new eyes, seeing all the queerbait I never did before. Getting hate-crimed on the daily. I'm thinking about Sherlock at work, at my adult fucking job. I'm watching scenes from the show on youtube in my office, quickly and guiltily clicking away whenever a coworker comes to chat. I am considering doing my own rewatch. I am realizing for the first time that John and Sherlock were literally in love. It's the only lens through which you can view the show and still have it be somewhat enjoyable. They literally put Mary in a wedding dress shooting Sherlock in his mind palace on TV. I feel like I'm having a religious experience, I feel like I'm insane, I feel like I'm 13 again. This is all vaguely November 5th-ish for me lol.

Anyway. I just thought you should know the impact your rewatch is having on the population. Sorry for the novel in your inbox. I've been desperately trying to find my old Sherlock x Molly fanfic to read for the lols but I think I deleted it off ffnet. I am both having the time of my life while also desperately hoping I forget Sherlock ever existed again soon. So, basically - thank you/curse you for this.

This is perhaps the best ask I’ve ever received?? I converted a sherlolly shipper in the year 2023? Listen I’d never wish a season 4 rewatch on anyone but I would highly recommend watching s1-2 and the wedding episode for a truly out of body experience. I felt more strongly about this show/ship than any other in my life and it was STILL worse than I remembered

[kosmicdream]

im confident enough to post FFAK, which has anal prolapse, but i dont post the true drama....... my opinions about manga. *dramatic music* sometimes i kinda want to do some reviews.. its mostly me complaining.. it makes me sound so bitter like "do you like anything kosmic!" and..yes ! i do!!! okay!! i like a lot of things. once in a while, i dip my toes into a popular series to try to see if we are a good fit. Series like: Beastars, Dorohedoro, Dungeon meshi,ect.. and i kind. well. I dont like any of them LMAO. I mean, Ok, i actually really was into Beastars for a time, but after the fight with the bear guy (its been a few years sorry) and that story arc concluded.. it just spiraled to laughable levels and did not recover. I was genuinely laughing at it at times bc it kind of felt like a desperate scramble with the like. loopholes and power upgrades.. But I was invested for a time, it had a charm to me! I also loved the art and im curious about the authors next series about santa (partly because i too, am writing a story about santa). Dorohedoro has a great visual style, fun characters, i enjoyed reading but it also kinda didnt ...land for me beyond that, which is a shame. I feel like it is a series that "should" have clicked with me. And its like, not offensive to me but.. I'll forget that ive read the whole thing. I like STUFF in it. but thats not enough for me anymore. If i had read it when i was younger tho, it might have been a diff story. idk. My most unpopular opinion of all is that... I hated Dungeon Meshi.. Sure its ..pretty! cute designs. but i found it SO painfully boring and it actually was a struggle to finish. in the end, it felt like a waste of time.. SHOCKING take i know. That is the darling of everyones heart and i like, understand WHY its popular. .. but for me, i was not fed by anything. i am unfed and starved and going to eat elsewhere oh, and i.. as a person who has read a lot of fighting mangas.. I have tried to read chainsaw man, but i dont know if I can. I did finish Fire Punch. I'm surprised to say: i kinda liked it but it took a long time to force myself to read thru it. I honestly hated many aspects of Fujimoto's storytelling/character acting that i didn't think my opinion on it would change, but I'm a little more open to it now. I dont think i could ever super be into it or whatever, but i did find genuine enjoyment in aspects of fire punch. I did not really like look back. I haven't read his other one shot(s)? Where am i going with all this..I guess im giving some unrequested reviews after all...oops... a lot of this is spurred by how houseki no kuni is one of my most fav series, not only visually/characters/story/ect.. but i cant lie.... the ending... was kind of a flop for me... gorgeous and poetic ig sure but.. AUGH! it isnt what i wanted. maybe it'll be one of those "it'll grow on me" endings but thats mostly me having to go thru the 5 stages of personal grief and gaslight myself into it, but as the like actual honest first-reaction feeling it kinda lost me. I think it did not work when i felt the confrontation btwn phos/cinnabar wasn't the one i wanted to see. i will say tho, while im dissapointed, its not like a DEEP one or anything. I know its a miracle to even get to an ending.. i guess my take away feeling from it was like "everything fit together too well, too planned" but didnt feel planned, emotionally. I wasn't sold on it. Anyway, im here to speak my truth and my hot takes which, i honestly dont even want to have that one about HnK but its the real feeling i have for it.. Once again Utena's ending just has made all these other issues i have with various stories more obvious LOL

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @hayillaaaaaaa request: Was scrolling to see your posts and i think daily anon hates me :<

Since reqs are open, can i have vbs kaito, rui, an and tsukasa with a gn! Reader thats always spaced out? Like everytime someone talks to them theyre like staring into some clouds or not listening, like the type of person to say whats on their mind, the embodiment of ._., please and thankyou♥️(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

(if possible, can it be headcanons not oneshot?)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Nahhh I'm sure they don't ToT

Also HELP I JUST NOTICES YOU ALSO ASKED FOR AN ILY

Anyway! I relate to spacing out sm so it was like both, calling out myself and writing comfort for myself lol But okey! End of rambles! I hope you'll like it!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

✧ VBS!KAITO most likely doesn't space out much but he's definitely interested in it! He's more the type to constantly think of something tho...

✧ not to the level when he's like sleeping but to the level he get's some cool ideas!

✧ so you two be sitting next to each other while he's thinking of something or trying to create new beat while you're spacing out

✧ what's funniest, he doesn't even realize it sometimes! It's just someone nudging him and being like "your lover's spacing out" or so

✧ but he usually let's you be in your dreams, he's always worried you may be having some nice idea going on and he knows how unpleasant it is when someone breaks your thinking process

✧ he even tried carrying you once it was necessary since he didn't wanted to wake you up... but he obviously woke you up by picking you up either way

✧ so now, if it's absolutely necessary, he just places his hand on your shoulder and gently shakes you while saying your name

✧ he's still curious tho! So he might just ask you what was it you were thinking of but he's not gonna force you to say it in any way

✧ but if you do decide to tell him, there's small chance you're gonna give him the exact inspiration he needed!

"Y/N...? Y/N...? Oh, you're finally awake. Sorry to disturb you, just MEIKO wants to clean counter you're laying on and... I'd rather not to go against her..."

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@bleachtheidiot @hayillaaaaaaa - come get your soft gentleman~

✧ An may not be experiences in spacing out, but she most likely interacted with people that do!

✧ like in a Weekend Garage for example! She definitely had customers or maybe even usuals that spaced out every now and then

✧ so when her partner's spacing out, she somehow finds it so cute!!

✧ the way your eyes are staring in the nothing, the way that you're so focused... SHE LOVES IT!

✧ definitely tried sneakily taking photo of you just to wake you up from your little dreamland

✧ she's also curious about what you were thinking about so intently! But if she sees it's making you uncomfortable, she'll change the topic and offer coffee for waking up

✧ but if you blush... it might be too much for her poor heart too handle... Because how the heck are you so cute?!

✧ it's easy to say, she loves when you space out and the fact you so that often is like blessing for her! So she's always stealing quick glances at you to see if you're not spacing out right now

✧ she usually doesn't even want to wake you up! But if she absolutely HAS TO... she'll poke your cheek or boop your nose! And if it doesn't work~ she's just like "oh well!" and takes it as a sign to leave you be and enjoy the view <3

"You were so cute! You were spacing out and you were focusing on my nose! Hehe~ I have to take picture of that next time~"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer @qxmmi - come get your star girl!

✧ Tsukasa may be suspected of also spacing out... but it's actually just imagination! He's sometimes I'm his world yes, but it's only when he's rambling and who knows? Maybe it's his voice that's do loud even he can't hear others?

✧ either way, he can't tell when you're spacing out and when you're just focusing... but he still wants to help so he usually takes the 50/50 chance!

✧ there are times when he waves his hand in front of your face and guesses correctly

✧ but other time, he does exact same thing when you're just focusing on what he's saying and... it can be a bit annoying...

✧ but he'll apologize if he makes any mistake! And if he guessed, he's gonna repeat whole thought from beginning since he doesn't know where you spaced out and somehow moves back to rambling instead of asking where to start from...

✧ he may get curious about your constant spacing out and ask what you're thinking of, but it's usually very polite, not wanting to accidentally ask you something you're uncomfortable with

✧ he's also always very gentle when waking you up, if talking to you and waving his hand in front of your face won't work... he'll gently place his hand on your shoulder and it's only exception to gently shake you

✧ boy's so worries he might scare or hurt you by accident, he just plays it off safe

✧ it's also pretty hilarious for 3rd party to watch how loud voice suddenly goes quiet just to wake up person that seemingly is sleeping with eyes open when they can't even focus due to how loud his voice is...

"Spacing out again? What are you thinking about so often? Oh! But you don't have to tell me if you don't want to!"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @bad-the-an-enjoyer @yulikesminori @alicewinterway18 @nenes-numberonefan @hakulivesformusic - come get your future star!

✧ Rui does that too, trust me. Maybe not as often as you but he knows how it is

✧ except you space out during simple chat, and he spaces out when he works!

✧ anyway, thanks to this little experience of his, he inmidietly realizes why you stopped blinking and why you're focusing on one point

✧ he'll first chuckle before waving his hand in front of your face and saying something like "earth to y/n"

✧ if you apologize after, he'll only find it more amusing, he's gonna comfort you he doesn't mind while in fact he enjoys extra reason to tease you

✧ he doesn't mind repeating himself tho, he usually asks when did you zoned out but he usually guesses in his head the moment correctly either way!

✧ he also likes to ask what were you thinking so much about, but it's your choice if you tell him or not, and he'll respect that decision

✧ if he sees you're not comfortable with him asking that, he'll remember it for the future and quickly change topic back to your original chat

✧ but if you don't mind telling him~ prepare him to go "thinking about [topic] again?" and scaring you as he wakes you up, all that followed by his laugh

"Boo!! Hahaha~! I'm sorry, darling. I just couldn't help myself! But you looked so cute with that shock expression on your face, you can't deny it~"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline @r4wrclwz @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stories13 @alicewinterway18 @nenes-numberonefan @hakulivesformusic - come get your crazy inventor~

[otokowrecker]

Freed from this unholy sophistry

It's done. My Death Mark longfic, Victims to an Unholy Sophistry, is finally finished!! This is a kinda vent post cuz I needa spew but also a appreciation post! Haha!

Ough. Two years. VUS took me two years to finish and that extended time really made me sour towards it. Plus, I have the instant reflex to hate anything I make, haha!

But unfortunately for VUS, it was being written during the worst part of my life so far - a lot has happened in my life during this time - moving into my own place, forcing myself to be more social, family issues and mainly the BIGGGG continual mental spiral - those things being some of reasons it took so long to finish! But because it is tied to this time in my life I can't bring myself to love it. Right now I’m panicking that I didn't do the ending the Justice the Lonely who started writing it wanted. So I'm sorry, past Lonely. I still feel that Rainwater Coffee is my favourite work, even though VUS had themes which I love.

My inspiration for VUS was the manga Sleeping Dead, which I love! The ending was so powerful and beautiful, portrayed so well, I felt empty once it was finished!

But as I said in my author's notes, I am super, super grateful to all the fishes that gave VUS a chance and stuck around!! It means the whole ocean to me!! Despite that being their job, words can't express the gratitude I feel to anyone who checks out my works!! ❤️ I do have a shorter sequel planned for VUS, only because I wanna use a certain guy as an antagonist! (I'm easy to read, you know who it is!) but I want to get other works out of the way, first!!

So again, thank you so, so much if you read VUS and liked it! Knowing that it gave a handful of people some enjoyment is enough for me! ❤️

As a fun bonus, here's the only physical reference for Lady and Mister I have from a while back. I hate having to design clothing, the whole fic everyone just had basic long robe/cloak get-ups when I was thinking about scenes, even though in my head I pictured certain characters having more detailed clothing!

They were a fun duo, weird siblings Vs normal siblings, haha! They're just big fans of the Kujou family, lol!

[gunkbaby]

if Shuu was a human what would his top 5 favourite foods be?

ooh good one. This is tricky bc shuu is such a picky eater, but still has this ‘eat the world’ attitude, i think one thing abt human shuu aus rly neglect to compensate for is how closely tied Shuu is to the idea of being an apex predator, but I think you can still achieve it, and I will try my best! i do know a bit abt gourmet food! (There are actually a lot of books abt food critics and gourmet chefs who get 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕪 with cooking)

i feel like is also hard bc shuu would probably like everyone to think his favourite food is something rare and exotic so maybe he would twist the truth a little. Narrowing down specific foods is difficult but I will try my best!

Kaneki’s bussy

Orlotan - this fucked me up when i heard about it. But the practice of eating orlotan is utter decadence - to a ridiculous extent. It’s a bit like Foie Gras - the orlotan are wild caught and force fed to double their mass, then drowned and marinated in Armagnac and then cooked. It’s meant to be consumed whole, the bones spat out, and typically, the consumer is traditionally supposed to wear a napkin or towel over their face whilst they eat the bird. I can’t remember why - but I’ve seen it said that is either to maintain dignity when spitting out the bones, or to shield such a disgraceful act from God’s eyes. The latter sounds cool as fuck so i believe it. I love Jesus!!! I think Shuu would lap something like that up. I’ve yet to find something so dreadfully French in the matter of food, and I think he’d probably say this is his favourite food - if only for the amount of ceremony involved.

Cheesecake - Shuu always mentioning cheesecake in early TG and I would like to give him this one as a little treat. I don’t know a lot abt cheesecake bc i fucking hate the stuff but maybe he’d like something like Basque? Which is just burned custard(?) cheesecake - i was reminded of tiramisu but apparently it’s more of a soufflé. I think he’d probably go for something floral too - rose cheesecake’s probably a thing, lavender, peony. I don’t know if I see him as a sweet/dessert person. He’s more likely to enjoy richer desserts like cheesecake and chocolates.

Dark Chocolate - maybe a sneak! I am a Dark Chocolate Enjoyer so total bias but hear me out (yes i do also like black liquorice!). If it is less than 80% cocoa it’s too sweet! He’d be a 100% kind of guy, because bragging rights. I think he might enjoy it with some fruits, maybe with orange biscuits or raspberries. I think he’d like raspberries, they taste like little rubies to me. Dark chocolate goes good with almond butter, he might make it fancy - foamed raspberry with shredded chocolate over almond biscuits with coffee cream. we might call that a rather bizarre mocha, but shuu would say it’s a deconstructed tiramisu. the reason i think he’d choose dark chocolate is because i don’t think he’d eat sweets. Dark chocolate has a deeper taste profile, in my experience dark chocolate is always unique. This might appeal to Shuu. It goes well with far more flavours than typical chocolate - spices, florals, etc - i recently had dark chocolate almonds dusted in matcha! They were utterly divine. Dark chocolate is highly overrhated in my opinion.

Exotic Meat - this is a generalisation sorry 😢 But I believe it canonical - very premium cuts of meat from animals you might not typically farm - zebra, bear, crocodile, rattlesnake, that sort of thing. It’s really controversial for some reason and as a vegan I should be opposed, but I think wild hunting is leagues better than farming, provided it’s not an endangered species, but Shuu would definitely eat an endangered species. Maybe he likes to brag and his favourite meat is snow leopard, or something. Dodo. Dinosaur, even (he was There).

Fugu (pufferfish) - this is shorthand for ‘dangerous food’ lol! Without the danger of being a ghoul, we have to consider how a human shuu might chase this danger. He might hunt his exotic meats, but I think he might try and achieve this by also eating dangerous food - food that’s poisonous or toxic. a bit of a Russian roulette. I wouldn’t even put it beneath a human or a ghoul Shuu to eat something with worms! (Same tbh. Would.)

i think most of the above are what Shuu might want people to believe are his favourite foods, so I’d like to take some time to throw my other ideas in the ring.

I think he’d take comfort in Monte Cristo - if only because in a human universe, I would take it to be his father’s favourite food. He’d probably be given it as a child or something, so good associations. There’s not much rly to say else there, but the idea of Shuu eating a toastie fascinates me. If he eats it when he’s sad, i think he’d look like that little mouse video, but otherwise I think he’d eat a toastie with a knife & fork.

I mentioned dark chocolate earlier, but of course he might also like some luxury chocolates - i think of these wonderful chocolates i saw once, that had been dyed and marbled to look like planets and marbled, filled with pistachio or coffee foams. Wonderful. Straight from switzerland or italy. Maybe he would enjoy ruby chocolate too? I’ve never had it! I said no sweets but white chocolate has a time and place, but it works wonderfully with wasabi or miso - i made wasabi and white chocolate cupcakes once. Good lord. He would like that. White chocolate and nuts is also very good. When I was vegetarian, my guilty pleasure used to be salted liquorice dipped in white chocolate - but I don’t know if he’d like that!

i think he’d eat sea urchin.

Some drinks too! -

Coffee: specifically coffee with blue seaweed or Kopi Iuwak. He’s definitely tried it, but does he like it? Who knows? I’ve always wanted to try seaweed coffee. Kopi Iuwak is coffee beans that’s already passed through the digestive system of a civet. It sounds like a bit of a farce to me, but i don’t think it’s as repulsive as people make out.

matchaaaa - bias i just think everyone should drink matcha

moon milk - i’ve never had this bc broke but it sounds so good. I think he’d like the pink/rose milk the most! maybe the blue spirulina?

Nut milks - vegan bias but seriously who can honestly argue cow juice tastes better than a refreshing glass of cashew milk??? Shuu would probably have something like pistachio milk, tigernut, brazil nut, macadamia -that sort of thing! Stuff you can’t get from the shops!

People will probably kill me if I don’t mention escargot or frogs legs so. Obligatory mention. Personally I find that to be rather typical and cliched - ooh, mandatory french food! So bizarre! Whatever. Partly why this ask took me a long time to get to, is because I wanted to go through my books and notes. It would have been easy for me to sit here and type that human Shuu would eat lobster and ragyu and live baby shrimp in miso soup, but i think it’s too obvious. In my experience, there is so much more to get out of Shuu when you delve deeper and don’t say the first thing!

i also want to say, sometimes i see how we (westerners) talk about food from different cultures. lots of high-class gourmet stuff seems silly, but i dont care to mock it. i can’t enjoy food anymore, but it makes me happy that some people enjoy food enough to make it a silly and pompous hobby. But i think sometimes we look at frogs legs or zebra steaks, orlotan or fugu, fermented egg, people eating guinea pigs, chihuahua or cat, sometimes we have a tendency to say it’s gross and twisted, but i don’t think that’s necessary. if something tastes good, if an animal has good meat, then why not? eating the world is sometimes a good thing. not always, but sometimes.

This question made me think a lot, so thank you! I was thinking about a human shuu - all the stories you could make up! There’s a lot to sink your teeth into!

I’m sorry if this was incoherent last night i took 40 laxatives and i just drank 2 monster energy back to back I feel very sane!!!!

[oliveatesoap]

Just stuff abt me ig (finally-)

Yes one of my sonas is techically an ink sans but also not I guess? (Art I made of them below the cut/more thingy)

Otherkin and therian... (and fictionkin.......) if you don't like that that's fine, just don't send hate for someone expressing themselves in a non-harmful way.

MINOR!!!! Please keep that in mind

asexual, greyromantic, and pan (I don't think I'm bi lol, pretty sure I'm actually that)

Demiagender Agender!!!! (maybe agender boy??? idk...) (ANY.)

Yeah you can call me Nox, Molly, Fennel, or even Ink if you want. Any of those are fine!

Very anxious person!!!! (edit: it's pretty bad lolz (sometimes it really hurts physically))

IF I AM TOO FRIENDLY AND MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE I AM SORRY, I AM JUST VERY FRIENDLY USUALLY

DNI proship, homophobes, transphobes, ect... or if you suppport bad things or whatever. thanks.

I AM HIGH ANXIETY LOLZ (if I delete a post or reblog i most likely got anxious and deleted it :P)

IMPORTANT POST (link to be added when I actually am not anxious abt it)

I never said I was only one in my mind and body

this. this explains some things I haven't really directly said myself btw star isn't the only one :3

Little intro for me!!!! (and some other stuff) -🐝☢️

Yeah that's enough of that (mostly the basics)

Current number of Kandi: 50!!!!

More stuff!!

In many fandoms

Multishipper

OTP? Destructivedeath. (Error x Reaper) Oh and Inkmare!!!!! :D

FGoD (Forced God of Destruction) enjoyer!

Favorite vocaloid is Flower!

Favorite Vocaloid song is めっっっ。by SLAVE.V-V-R

Enjoys weezer :3

adhd & anxiety (but shows signs of autism)

Shy ;-;

Favorite pokemon is mimikyu

favorite animal is the grey fox

likes mythology

I love Periwinkle from Blue's Clues and I am not afraid to say it

INK SANS FICTIONKIN YEAHAHHAHAHAHHHHHHHH

Forgetful......

I HAVE LIKE FOUR SPECIAL INTERESTS ;-;

Also I like art :3

@thelobotomites!!!! 💜

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Silly! <3 (I'm still not the best at drawing full body, but I'm trying, oh and my other sona, tyler (the orange cat(?) thing one)

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Vincent!!!!!

[purgemarchlockdown]

Looking at the poll results with how low the girls are compared to the guys (except Shidou lol but thats actually sad now that Shidou is like, my 2nd favorite. Im so sorry Muu) I need to become an Stronger Person and write long as hell analysis about all the girls (and Shidou) for 4 months and force everyone to like them through sheer annoyance through tags.

Problem is: Unfortunatly, I am a Worst Girls Enjoyer. This makes me the least capable of promoting the girls because if I do it will just be 10 pages going “their horrors <3” which honestly might convinece less people and also make them believe I hate them (which I dont)

[haddietana]

i have news.... Im sorry.... Im a Dragon Age Veilguard Hater group. Doesnt even compare to the last couple of games, and Inquisition itself wasnt the best either. Im one of thosr bitches who loved DA:O and wish we'd go back to that route.

Someone commented that folks were complaining that DA:O, they always viewed it as a dark comedy or something. And that theyve viewed the other games the same includimg VG. But VG is a Marvel movie comedy lol. Overplayed, every 3 minutes jokes. Origins had pacing and enjoyment to it. Appriopriately timed, and the jokes made SENSE for the context of the situation. And fear and worry were in placr where appriopriate. Because a told a moving story, not just try to force feed you to like characters.

Anyways Im sad, hated playing it, and maybe Im an old crotchedy bitch, but I want my DA:O back 🫠🫠