#This short story was made for my brain ughhhh

[cowchickenbeefpork]

I just finished reading the short story the v*mpire and. Oh my god. Ohhhhhhhh my god

[crymphatic]

Gamer boy gives birth, that's it. I'm sorry if the story I made is a mess, I haven't polished my narrative writing skills in a long time since I have done nothing in 2023, but write conventional stuff. My brain got fried on our 24 page manuscript. Uncensored ver is in the void because I can't verify my twitter :d

Edit: up on pixiv again with revisions and additional stuff :D

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/115124297

The contractions started hours ago, but he doesn't care. He needs to finish this chapter of the game or else he'd be behind everyone else. Why did the game had to update today of all days?

He'd been sat on that gaming chair sweaty, and determined to finished that game. His eyes focus on the screen as he ignores the contractions tht ripple throughout his lower half. They were getting closer from each other. It's almost time, he knows, but couldn't it wait until he finds the exit of this level? The pressure in his ass is getting harder, and harder to ignore. He wants the little shit out, but then he can't finish this game if he's too occupied giving birth. His water breaks during the height of the chase between him the monster. It soaked his expensive gaming chair, and trickles from his legs to the floor, his shorts were long discarded in the laundry pile.

"Oh, goddammit why now?!Couldn't you wait a little longer baby?! Augh!!!" He bores down as a strong contraction pulses through him, denying his body's urge to push.

"Fuck do I gotta push yet? Ughhhh, this is horrible..." He reaches down his anus to feel and check himself. 10 cm, he's fully dilated. He doesn't immediately pull out his fingers, he sticks three fingers in and thrusts in and out to help ease the pain. His other hand pauses the game with his controller.

"Hahhh..." He pants, for a moment, then looks at the paused game on the screen. He died and respawned back to the room before the chase begins. "I don't wanna do it agaaaiiinnn....!" He whines, and push through another contraction. His pushing does little to his emerging bundle. He continues to finger himself for a moment, then takes his hand out and unpauses the game. He pushes again a bit before playing again. His character runs in a long dark hallway with many obstacles to dodge, he troubles to focus on avoiding them as he begins to succumb to his body's urge to get up and give birth.

Another contraction, he pushes hard, almost letting go of the controller in his hand.

"AUGHHH!! Get out already!" He feels the head begin to crown. He should definitely be in a better position, so he does. He squats on the gaming chair, his hole stretches with the head of his baby. Panting he stops, and the head goes back in. He grips the armrest for support with one hand, the controller being crushed in the other.

"Oh god... Don't go back in... " He looks at the screen again. His character's in that room again. He doesn't touch the controller to restart the chase again. This time he pushes harder than ever on the next contraction.

His anus opens a window that his baby is beginning to peer into. It widens as he pushes and pushes. it's beginning to crown again. He release a push and this time the head did not go back in. All this birthing fluid and birthing in general is ruining his expensive gaming chair.

"Yeah... That's it. Be good for mommy... hah... And come out...! Augh!!" He bears down as he pushes He feels his anus be engorged in a fiery pain as his baby slowly comes to full crown. Stopping before he reaches his widest point, he reaches down and feels. The waterworks are waterworking their way, he was willing to finish a stupid video game rather than this? He continues and he's at his widest. The pain is almost over. There's a full length mirror in front of him and he looks at his baby. The stretched flesh around the head makes gives him the ick, he's never doing this again, the head looks like a human baby's head and not an alien like he first hoped. The head's seems to have blonde hair like his, it makes him thankful that his baby didn't get the sperm donor's shit brown hair. He doesn't have the time to appreciate it more when he starts to push again. The pain felt like nothing he'd ever experienced before, his dick's hard, and his face contorted into a pained expression. Whines escapes his throat, and doesn't care if noise leaks into the apartment next to his.

"Ugh,... Hah..." He grunts as he pushes again. The head pops out completely, he's thankful for it, it's almost over.

[hime-bee]

AJIESDYFYJU BEE, ULPIPI WITH A DADDY KINK HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD, YOU CANT ENCOURAGE MY HORNI ASS (╥﹏╥) istg once ur comms are open and ulpipi hits global im gonna commission you for him he's so sdjcbsjcb,,

to the unsuspecting eye, you and ulpianus are simply assistant and field commander. just the doctor and one of their many eccentric assistants. ulpianus’ no-nonsense attitude makes for a rather amusing sight when you do tease him at work, though it’s pretty tame with everyone else around since you don’t want them catching on. the most they’d suspect is that you like messing with him because it’s your own strange way of enjoying and keeping yourself occupied while trying not to lose your mind from work. just simply brushing it off as “oh it’s just the doctor being the doctor, that’s nothing new.”

but behind closed doors? it’s a completely different story. no one would suspect that you’d be getting fucked against the wall, much less calling ulpianus ‘daddy’ as you moan like a bitch in heat. you had no idea he’d like it this much, you’d just said it off the top of your head to see if you could get any sort of reaction out of him. he’s got way too much patience to deal with your antics, always keeping that same stoic attitude and harsh look even when you’d be pressed right up against him. so when he started pushing you to the nearest wall, red eyes giving that familiar unfocused glare, that’s when you know you’ve got him.

it had all happened so quick. you'd made short work of your clothes, not caring if anyone were to walk in and see you like this. with your drooling pussy exposed as ulpianus’ hands came to grope your ass with honed expertise (hehe, he’d gotten less awkward about liking your body so much, it’s really cute~). he didn’t let you touch him; all he did was ask, with a husky voice, if you enjoyed acting like a whiny brat this much, as he lifted you up with no effort. next thing you know, after giving him a rather cheeky response, is your legs being thrown over his shoulders and ulpianus mercilessly pummeling you against the wall. there was nothing for you to hold onto, nothing to ground you, so all you could do was take everything ulpianus gave while you were reduced to a fucked-out mess who could only moan 'daddy' and his name as he bred you like a whore.

but of course, even when he tried to gingerly set you down after a couple of rounds, you’d barely managed to whine out for him to keep going, that you didn't want him to stop and to just take this to your room for convenience. even despite your brain being fuzzy from the previous rounds, that’s quickly forgotten as you clamber onto him and whine for more, uncaring for the soreness you'd be feeling the next day. you must’ve forgotten why he’d fucked you in the first place because you’re taunting him again, albeit rather groggily, asking "hehe, is your old age catchin' up to you daddy?~" it's certainly the last cohesive sentence that's coming out of your mouth before he's hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you off to your room.

after that, you call him daddy at every chance you get, acting like a cheeky brat as you coyly tease and taunt him when no one is looking. saying things like “c’mon daddy, don’t you wanna fuck me again?~” and “daddy, wanna have your babies, hurry up and breed me~” with a mischievous little grin. and you know he’s only really holding back because you’re on the clock, but once everyone has left and gone off to their dorms, it’s fair game. after all, you’re the one who started this, weren’t you? so it’s only fair that you take responsibility for riling him up like this~ lmao totally not ulpipi being in denial for actually wanting to breed you and now getting off to being called daddy

Lati. Lati, my darling. I just wanna say, every time I go to my inbox, I reread this. I just... 😩💦💦 I can't do it, I CAN'T- ULPIANUS, THE MAN YOU ARE UGHHHH. I HAVE TO KEEP ENCOURAGING YOU FR, WE GOTTA FEED EACH OTHER AND OUR DELUSIONS 😍💞 Once my little vacation is over, I'll reopen my comms 👀

My daddy kink is getting out of control. I'm barking, howling, yowling and crawling up the walls. AND THE TEASING?? BRATTY DOCTOR IS SUCH A TREAT FR. I love being put in my place, even better when it's by a man like Ulpipi 😳💞💞💗💞 Bro has a daddy kink and a breeding kink according to us. Very canon, I do not take criticism-

[be-bisexual-eat-hot-chip-and-lie]

unreal unearth thoughts:

de selby (part 1)

- the harmonies ughhhh

- this man is singing in irish !!!

- this is in fact a religious experience

de selby (part 2)

- i’d block the sun if you want it gone shjshshah

first time

- his voice is so soft and lovely

- as it was and ever shall be my all girls catholic school ass is screaming in religious imagery

- some part of me must have died the final time you called me baby !!!! I AM UNWELL

francesca

- my life was a storm since i was born, how could i fear any hurricane

- this man is a poet

- the ah-ah ah-ahs scratch my brain so good omg

- heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i

- the choral arrangement of this the layers and harmonies i am screaming i am crying i am losing my mind

i, carrion (icarian)

- icarus?!

- i am lifted by every word you sing (said?) to me

- its such a lovely and light tune

- if we fall, i only pray, dont fall away from me

eat your young

- i cannot wait to hear this live oh my fuck

- the little vocal riff motif thing is just. so good?

damage gets done

- we had nowhere to go and every desire for going there

- harmonies make me go feral

- darlin’

- layered sounds i am normal about this (i am most definitely not)

who we are

- piano!!

- hold me like a knife

- 2:34-3:22 makes me happy dance

son of nyx

- me when greek myth !!

- string arrangement that devastates /pos

all things end

- if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didnt do it right

- i love how his voice changes from song to song ugh a man with range

- darlin’

- choral arrangement!!! i am dead deceased done for every time

to someone from a warm climate (uiscefhuaraithe)

- darlin

- it am someone from a warm climate (mexico) this song is for me

- there are some things that no one teaches you

- i just want a compilation of this man calling me darlin please that will cure my depression

butchered tongue

- soft and devastating

- the shattered bedrock of our home sir why must you hurt me like this

- if he plays this live i will weep inconsolably

anything but

- immediately more upbeat

- if i was a riptide i wouldn’t take you out

- harmonies shakgakahsjs

- drumbeat

- if i had his job you would live forever

abstract (psychopomp)

- your hand in my pocket to keep us both warm

- i need the lyrics for this whole album ngl

- brass section

- im afraid we’ll always be trapped within an abstract

unknown/nth

- you know the distance never made a difference to me UGH

- so much of the living, love, is the being unknown

- do you know i could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, i still carry for you

- the way he sings that bit just. makes me go !!!!

first light

- harmonies !

- like i lived my whole life before the first light

- darkness always finds you either way

- after this im never gonna be the same (he’s right i won’t)

- layered sound scratches my brain

- guitar!

long story short

i love hozier

[kithtaehyung]

After three days I have finally finished FL3 (I kept falling asleep) and it still makes me wanna cry Happy tears. God I love them. I love his passion and how it matches hers. I love how she stuck in his brain, guiding him even if he never thought he’d see her again. How she always wondered.

I get giddy when I read it. Like giggles and blanket kicking giddy. It’s so cool to see how you’re writing has changed over two years as well! And how it’s stayed the same. Seeing specifics Ryen words put throughout and ones I know you never use anymore.

In short, they were and still are my first love of your stories. And I’ll keep coming back for them ♥️

orchid :'))) please ignore how long it took me to finally respond to this wonderful message ok. i'm just now finding the energy to go through the inbox and answer old asks!

but oh gosh, i'm so happy you got to read it all the way through again and that it makes you cry happily. that couple is still near and dear to my heart, and their passions are something to behold! i'm glad he was able to find his way - both in life and back to reader. the fact that she was always with him.. ugh. my heart. can you imagine if i made the timeskip even farther on in their lives?? UGHHHH that would've hurt so fcking bad but so damn good.

ah, yes! the writing has definitely changed but the essence is still there? like i've grown while still polishing things. i can't wait to finally revamp FL3 all the way, but it's also cool to look back and see how far i've come since then.

i'm glad you'll keep coming back to them, because i will, too. they're still out there to me, figuring things out and with each other.

[prentissluvr]

marí when i tell you i could write an ESSAY on but daddy i love him. truly, i’ve read most of your works and you’ve outdone yourself SO HARD with this. im not usually someone who can sit down and read 10k words in one session without a break, but your writing stuck my eyes to your words like GLUE!

the way you describe settings and people makes it feel so very real, and i could imagine every single paragraph as if i was standing in the room. i absolutely adore the way the cogs turn in your head and the way i can FEEL the reader’s feelings pour into your words. that’s another thing — how you described the reader’s entire experience with empathy is nothing short of brilliant and so satisfying to read. it had me feel that tug in my chest!

this especially: “it seems like, in all your experience in feeling, sam is showing you more, all by himself and without even trying. to be understood, so fully in so little time, is not something you’d ever felt for yourself before.” just got me so good. like what do you MEAN someone has the capability to make ME feel like i’ve had empath powers for all my life and sam winchester is the first man to truly understand me? your words had me relating so deeply to an experience so far from me; i felt so connected to the story.

and the final quote!!!! “and for you, to be flying down the highway and looking at your sam, your revelry, your wild joy, you finally understand what freedom really feels like. what it feels like when it’s yours.” as a die-hard swiftie since red??? this made me lose my mind??? as a fic writer who loves to include any reference to taylor ever, this was done so magically! it really tied the entire piece together and had me giggling and twirling my hair. just scratched the right place in my brain to read these lines and think of the song.

anyway!! sorry for writing so much i just felt SO inspired by this story and wanted you to know how amazing it turned out; i know you know, (if you don’t, you know now. if i keep talking this is gonna turn into a lana del rey song) but i wanted to tell you as well, because it’s TOO GOOD OF A FIC TO NOT INBOX YOU ABOUT!!! lots of love x 🫶

UGHHHH GRACE I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO MEEE <33 don't ever apologize for writing a lot, it makes me SO SO HAPPYYYY !!!

i'm genuinely just soso glad that you enjoyed this one!! i was feeling unsure about it so it means a lot to hear that someone liked it this much!! and i'm so flattered you think i've out done myself + that you could read it all in one sitting!! i have the same problem, so it means a lot that my writing could keep you engaged!!!!

and for you to say that my words connected you to the story!! WOWOWOW that's the hugest compliment ever, i'm so grateful you'd say that, seriously. that makes me feel real nice about my writing hehe <33

and sososo glad you liked the ending!! i was hoping it wasn't too cliche and i'm glad you thought the reference to the lyrics was good hehe.

JUST THANK YOU SOSOSO MUCH !!!! again, i can't tell how good this ask makes me feel lovely <33 it means a lot a lot a lot that you'd feel so inspired by my fic <33 ILYSMMMMMMM

[atsukawolfcat]

Happy Birthday, my dear Uncrowned King

Note: Today is Diluc's birthday! I have decided to stick with making the story for him and leave the drawing for another time since I have been working and didn't have time for anything other than eat and sleep. BUT I will make this story and when I have the time today, I will make a little doodle that's been rotting my brain since yesterday and attach it here, at the end. Enough about that, today is Diluc's day.

Warning: Nada, just tooth-rotting fluff

You were happily watching Diluc as he went about his duties on Angel's Share on this quiet night. He came by to check up on you to make sure you are okay, and maybe to refill your drink (apple juice really, you did not want to drink alcohol today). His birthday was today, but you and the others haven't made any moves other than the usual annoyance from Kaeya. You were sure Diluc was suspicious, but the day wasn't over just yet.

"Hey Diluc, mind talking for a bit?" He raised an eyebrow at you, then shrugged. Diluc let the other bartender handle the rest of the night, and followed you. You led him outside, and towards your home. Diluc was certainly caught off-guard, but he trusts you enough not to do anything out of hand. You snickered as you walked, already figuring out that he is expecting crazy to happen. But, honestly, your plan to celebrate his birthday was quiet and peaceful.

Inside, you let out some orbs of light to give a warm ambiance, as Jean and Kaeya smiled gently at you both walking in. "What is this?" Diluc was already tired, but seeing Kaeya made his stomach churn. The cryo user coughed, moving away from the table both he and Jean blocked. The table was surrounded with trinkets, food, drinks, cake, and toys from their childhood. A picture frame stood by one of the empty chairs. Diluc froze, seeing the picture of his father standing beside the current Kaeya and Diluc, smiling proudly with his arms around them both. Silently, Diluc walked over and picked up the frame, completely ignoring everything else as his vision tunneled to his father's face.

"I know this doesn't make up much, and I know how much he meant to you. So I asked Kaeya and other citizens of Mond about your dad, so I could make this for you." You closed the distance between Diluc and yourself, already holding a crown of different flowers, and placed it on his head. "I also know that you don't like making a big deal of your birthday. So, I thought, why not make it quiet between us." Jean held the cake and placed it next to Diluc on the table while you and Kaeya helped him sit down. You signaled to Venti, who was in the other room, to play a familiar song to both Kaeya and Diluc. You let the orbs of light surround Diluc and your breath caught as you watched the picturesque scene in front of you. His vermillion eyes had softened incredibly, and his hair glowed ethereally with the glowing light.

"Happy birthday, our dear Uncrowned King of Mondstadt, and may your dreams and wishes shine true" You smiled warmly at him, as he stared at you still in shock over the situation. Finally, almost as if against his will, he smiled.

"Thank you."

A/N: My tears are being held back by my will, which is currently faltering cuz I am just staring at Diluc on the game, and I just want to hug this man. UGHHHH!! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this little short celebration for a wonderfully thought character that needs hugs. I will draw him someday, but until then, it shall be me just staring at his profile lovingly. Happy birthday, Diluc, and I hope to be here again next year with you once more.

[elvencantation]

aladdin 2019 liveblog

OMG THE WAY THEY GOT HIM TO SING ARABIAN NIGHTS WORKED SO WELL. also the kids are adorable. and the ship

though some of the lyric changes are… a bit too on the nose

too cute first meeting

PARKOUR

oh yes thank you for the songs give me hope. i didn’t even see mulan but i watched enough reviews that i know i dont rly wanna

jafar aint creepy enough. sorry he just isn’t

ahhh his place is so cool! with the hidden stairs and stuff. love shit like that

its not like what? were you planning to give it back?  OH it was abu that tracks

OH MY GOD IVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO HER DRESSES

also this prince is dressed so badly. wow. so gaudy

why did they add him hes so annoying go away boy

HEY STOP BEING A DICK TO JASMINE JAFAR NOBODY LIKES U ALSO UR OUTFIT IS STUPID

YOU ARE NOT QUALIFIED TO SPEAK TO HER

can we just let rajah eat him pls

omg jasmine trying to get dahlia to pretend she’s the princess. i mean, im not sure if i quite felt the need to include her character, especially as someone trying to convince jasmine to let go of her well meaning ambition and get married

“why are you being weird” omg i love her

jasmine looks so pleased with herself while dahlia is acting so weird

just stop talking dahlia nobody expect u to talk to him just be haughty

DONT GET COCKY DUMBASS OH MY GOD

idk how i feel about jafar apparently being ‘a common thief’ once upon a time, ‘just like aladdin’. like for all we know u stole the hair thingy with magic. we know u a manipulative fuck

also like- how are we gonna handle the her not recognizing him when he’s in prince getup? like, she recognized him in weird servant getup

wait since when was the cave a lion? i thought it was a tiger…

i like how abu smacks him to get him out of gem trance XD

ok so abu already touched a bunch of treasure. and nothing happened. uhhh what

omg the carpet is adorable yes thank you

and aldadin is stepping all over the treasure. i am confusion

ooooo pretty lava!!!

omg its time for the genie!! tho i do wish they hadn’t made him literally blue. ah well. excited to see what will smith can make of it. nobody can top robin williams, but there have been other genies. there will be more (yes i mean broadway. tho i haven’t seen any broadway aladdin shows. i do love their blue outfits for the genie)

also damn i love genie’s gold tattoo/ornament thingys under the cuffs on his arms. want some for myself 

WHAT DID U DO TO ABU THATS RUDE

oh my god poor abu having to be the accompaniment. pls tell me u replace him with an orchestra genie, u rly do need one for this song

ok that was short

there we go!

oh this is fun!!!

baklava is magic and should be respected as such

ok the puppet thing is a bit creepy tho i do think they did that in the original as well

uhhh can we nix the rap pls

oh man i love his pants!!

omg the splits i cant

DONT THINK I DIDNT SEE THIS

oh ofc its genie magic that makes him unrecognizable. i mean, lying about his identity was half the plot of the movie but still im a bit sad

omg its time for the big entrance omg

oh god genie why the hat thats bigger than ur body

omg dalia’s approving little expression that was adorable

poor boy looks so uncomfortable

why is it so important that he has so many animals? is that the only way to show wealth? or just the flashiest?

“so yummy boy”???!??! i cant im laughing so hard rn

oh my god this is gonna be so awkward when he has to talk to actual royalty tho not looking forward to the second hand embarrassment

aww i do miss genie turning into weird TV personalities when talking about the animals tho

yuppp i knew it was gonna be this awkward

i cannot do this i have to turn off the volume or i will flee this tab and try to skip this scene when i come back

ok i had to scroll down, and still even reading the subtitles made me embarrassed. why am i like this

MY GOD HER PEACOCK OUTFIT IS SO BEAUTIFUL

WHY ARE YOU MAKING HIM DANCE LIKE THIS MY SECONDHAND EMBARASSMENT CANT HANDLE IT GENIE

ok finally he kinda got the hang of it. dont be fanciful genie just copy the other guys pls

bit of a weird dance tho…

oh nooo genie getting fanciful

i went from, oh this is cute to, oh no pls stop

ok now that ppl are clapping i feel less awkward. brain why u gotta do this to me. but also u rly dont have to have aladdin breakdance

ok he jumped on the fountain and this stated going back into ridiculous and why territory

and jasmine ran away. cant blame her. it makes him look kinda like an attention seeking person

awwww dalia’s little ‘excuse me for a moment’ i kinda expected her to scream but this was also cute

my god her room is so pretty. and the moment with the apples was adorable

I AM NOT TEARING UP AT A WHOLE NEW WORLD I AM NOT. I JUST HAVENT WATCHED ANY VERSION OF ALADDIN IN A LONG TIME

i just REALLY LOVE THIS SONG OK IDK WHY IM CRYING. AND THEYRE ADORABLE HELP

and the HARMONIES IVE ALWAYS LOVED THEM!!!

ughhhh he had a moment where he could’ve come clean

oh i love a dramatic near death experience

omg yes destroy the staff how lovely and yes dramatic. can u tell i like some good drama. not the weird relationship kind

ur not the same on the inside. not quite

ARE YOU KIDDING ME U DIDNT NOTICE SOMEONE STEALING FROM U

see this is what he meant by u changing. u can never forget ur past

oh i love the dark instrumental version of ‘never had a friend like me’. also the pretty sparkly magic. always love some good aesthetic cgi

OMG I KNOW THIS IS THE MOMENT FOR HER SONG AND I CANNOT WAIT OMGOGMG

OH MY GOD YES EVEN THO IM SAD NOBODY GOT TO HEAR HER SONG I DO LOVE THIS!! YES YOU KNOW ALL THESE PEOPLE YOU CARE YOU KNOW THEIR NAMES AND THEIR STORIES AND THAT MATTERS

OMG HER BABA IS SO PROUD OF HER AAAAAAA

oh that was a lovely moment. too bad jafar is a massive prick

oh this is interesting! i love a dramatic disappearance. poor guy. drowning, hypothermia, fun stuff to do within a day

love some ice parkour!

👀

WAIT U CANT KILL THE CARPET ITS AN ANIMATE OBJECT WTF THATS RUDE

the decent part of me is glad they didn’t put jasmine in a slave leia type outfit, but the gay part of me is a bit disappointed…

OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS PART YES YOU MANIPULATE HIM U CLEVER BOY SLYTHERIN WOULD BE PROUD OF U. EVEN IF U DO HAVE A GRYFFINDOR HEART

omg the dark little smirk on aladdin’s face. u HAVE to admit that was hot

just loOK AT IT I HAD TO GIF IT I HAD NO CHOICE

GET YOUR OWN JAMS. that was cute

“also i want children” 😂

WAIT WAIT HOW DID I NOT PUT TWO AND TWO TOGETHER OMG THIS IS ADORABLE

PLS TELL ME SHE GOES TO HIS SECRET LITTLE TOWER PLACE

omg this is hilarious “stop thief, your sultan commands it” I CANNOT 😂

DID HE SERIOUSLY GET MARRIED WITHOUT EVEN A CHANGE OF OUTFIT. ah ok sorry shouldn’t have spoken so soon THEY BOTH LOOK STUNNING GOD THE OUTFITS IN THIS MOVIE WERE FUCKING GORGEOUS

i also dont mind the more “feminist” storyline they gave jasmine. it worked

[torannosaurusrexy]

No Mercy

Chapter 1: A String Of Losses

➝ Genre: Smut

➝ Pairing: Park Jimin | Reader

{Switch!Jimin} {Switch!Reader} {Boyfriend Jimin} {Teasing} {Masturbation} {Masturbation—Female} {Jimin Being A Lil’ Shit} {Competing Couple} {Short Fic Series} 

➝ Word Count: 4728 | Ch. 1/2

{Read on AO3} ➝ {Here}

➝ Summary: Some couples play Monopoly, others play Chess. However, Jimin and you are not those couples. You prefer to play games with much higher stakes, and the stakes this time? Well, they’re higher than ever before. The rules are simple: The first to cave loses and the winner tops. Simple as that.

“Check mate.” Namjoon smiles, moving his bishop deftly into a position of no return, making you drop your jaw and nearly flip the table in frustration when you realize you lost yet another long winded chess match against the master™. Aside from Namjoon’s near genius IQ, you have to admit that he’s rather cunning and charismatic atop that reliable brain of his. He uses his way with words and means of complimenting you platonically as a means of strategic annihilation. 

You fall back against the chair, huffing in subsequent diffidence that leaves Namjoon reeling. There’s no doubt that Namjoon’s gotten a kick out of your persistent thirst for victory. He wears a blithesome smile thats stretched so far from ear to ear that you worry his face is—or soon will be—permanently stuck that way. “No fair!” You jump out of your seat, pointing at the chess board like it somehow cheated you and now you were left with nothing but a string of losses and a shattered ego. 

Namjoon laughs, throwing his head back before allowing it to rise again as he runs a delicate hand through his silvery locks. “What do you mean no fair? I won.” He points at the marble chess board, eyeing the abundance of pieces he took from you while he still had quite an assortment of soldiers at his beck and call…it seems Chess just isn’t your cup of tea. “The game was practically mine the second you moved your rook out of the main defense line.” He talks lambently with his hands, going on to describe what you could’ve done to avoid such a situation…and another loss. You’ve lost interest though, especially as you spot Hoseok and Jungkook deep in a game of foosball. 

Now there’s a game you can go varsity in. 

“That’s all great Joon, why don’t you teach Taehyung or Yoongi while I go regroup by kicking Kook’s ass at foosball?” He halts his stale monologue about the finery of chess to stare up at you with a puzzled look on his face. He turns to rest his eyes upon the two boys who have their tongues poking at the flesh of their cheeks while they try to decode the contingency of their foretold game. 

Nodding, Namjoon turns back to you, smiling reluctantly. “Fine.” He relinquishes, allowing you the freedom you requested and returning his attention to the chessboard, examining the pieces and placing them back on the appropriate square as you begin to skip away towards the active match inside the large wooden table that shakes every so often due to the animosity in which the two young men play. 

Jungkook scores past Hoseok and takes the game, an exponential lead that—despite his best efforts—Hoseok never would have won. “Think I can have a go?” You ask, standing beside Jungkook who’s still mid victory dance. On a piece of paper, Jin jots down the score silently. 

“Finally! A rookie.” Hoseok grins, assuming you’ve never played foosball and thinks he finally has the advantage over an opponent. 

“Funny, but I’ll have you know I was trained in the most advanced foosball arts.” You lie, trying to get Hoseok to cower into one of the stools beside Jin who’s now staring between the group while he waits to keep track of the next match. 

“Foosball Arts? That’s not a thing.” Jungkook spins one of the metal bars within the table around quickly, rattling the little plastic players within that you can’t help but feel bad for. 

You look away from the spinning bar and instead place your hands on your hips, taking a step towards Jungkook and cocking an eyebrow. “And how would you know?” 

“I made Yoongi look it up once. I wanted to take a class…alas, it did not exist.” He shrugs, making everyone within the vicinity break down in laughter at his sarcastic stupidity. 

Upon recovering, you step to one side of the table, holding two of the handles and taking a competitive stance. “Despite that, wanna play?” Jungkook and the others slowly let the laughter die down before positions are taken and Jin stands to drop the ball into the board. 

“I thought you’d never ask.” He smirks and shifts his eyes quickly from you to the wooden table decorated pristinely like a field. 

The ball is dropped and both opposing sides snap into play. 

At the same time as ball meets wood, Yoongi traipses through the threshold to the lounge; Taehyung and Jimin following close behind, but they’re too caught up in conversation to notice the game taking place upon entering. Namjoon smiles when Yoongi joins him at the chess table; frankly you aren’t sure how long that will last—nevertheless, he seems overjoyed to see his close friend. 

Across the room, Taehyung flamboyantly throws his hands into each word he utters; a laugh of amusement flowing from Jimin upon hearing the end of Taehyung’s unruly story. A yelp of disfavour leaps without notice from your throat as Jungkook scores, and Jimin jumps at the sound of your voice. “That’s three to three. Seems you guys are tied.” Jin announces, making yet another tally mark on the small notepad he has with a flick of his pen.

The game soon resumes and you still remain oblivious to Jimin’s entry with the others. However, he’s anything but oblivious to your presence. Embracing a taciturn air, Jimin abandons Taehyung who doesn’t seem the least bit bothered; portrayed by his blithesome smile upon approaching Yoongi and Namjoon. You spin one of the rows of players hard enough for the ball to fly past Jungkooks defenses and directly into the goal. “Yes!” You bellow, throwing your hands up in the air. Jimin takes advantage and loops his arms around your waist. 

“Nice shot, but I’ve seen better.” He teases, juddering your hips back and forth in his palms gently. 

You spin to wrap your arms around his neck, “Its nice to see you too.” His lips steal yours in a suitably soft smooch that leaves you blushing.

“Ughhhh, gross!” Hoseok groans jokingly, pretending to hurl into Jin’s lap. “Get a room will ya?!” The small group chuckles together before you finally slip from Jimin’s airy grasp. He lingers, admiring your derrière from afar. 

“One more point and I win maknae.” 

Jungkook snorts, “Yeah we’ll see about that; and it's Golden Maknae to you.” 

“Don’t flatter yourself Kook.” Namjoon says from across the room, remaining absolute and focused on his game with Yoongi but somehow still finding time to shrink the Maknae’s ego. 

More laughter; the most heavenly of sounds thrown from each of these boys as if they’re happy to be rid of it. It provides such rapture that you’re not sure you could ever live without the sound. 

Jin drops the ball back onto the chipped playing field, and off the two of you go; spinning the plastic players with all your might. Your hands ache and sting with how tight you squeeze the paddles. You want this win. You need this win. Being competitive runs through your blood faster than that of the oxygen it carries. Currently, you have control of the ball. Getting past Jungkook wont be easy. He’s fast and has the reflexes of a cobra…scoring won’t be any walk in the park. Passing the ball to another row of your players, you slip past your adversary’s last line of defense. But, it’s too late. Jungkook spins his paddle of players and the ball goes flying all the way back, making a home directly in your goal box. “NO! Goddammit!” Hoseok and Jin burst out laughing, Jungkook celebrates with a dance. 

Wiping away a jest induced tear, Jin finally announces the score. “Four to four hot stuff. Seems the maknae might win after-all.” 

“I wouldn’t bet on it.” You growl, keen on winning and rubbing it in Jungkooks smug face.

“I will.” Jimin shrugs, smiling. You and the others divert your stares to your boyfriend who seems for dying today. “I’ll bet that Jungkook wins. If he does…then I get something in return. Fair?” 

“Uh oh, they’re doing it again.” Jungkook whispers towards his two elders who have been onlookers this entire time. 

The three of them turn pale, bets between the two of you have ended in a variety of ways. Multiple involving some of the ensemble getting injured by flying shoes and handbags. Jungkook—poor boy—is the unlucky chap caught in the crossfires this time around…and the pale hue to his usually bright melanin skin tells anyone who dare to look over that something is about to go horribly wrong; or that Jungkook is about to be revisited by his lunch. 

You turn to face Jimin, pulling him by the shirt towards you. “And if I win?” 

He grins, his fairy like blue hair making him appear innocent when he’s anything but. “We’ll decide later. Just do me a favor and lose.”  

“Over my dead body.” 

“That can be arranged.” 

You raise a fist to hit your lover when Jungkook calls out: “Growing old here! I don’t care what the two of you get if you win or I do; but I for one would like to actually find out who owns the bragging rights.” Jin and Hoseok try their damndest to conceal smiles, but fail nonetheless. 

You return to the table, trying with all your might not to let the nervousness you feel sift its way onto your face. Jungkook radiates cocky energy the second you look up to meet his steadfast eyes. “Last point; next scorer takes the game!” Jin announces, sounding exactly like a sports announcer should. “On my count.” He looks to both players. “Ready? Set? Go!” 

With his last dropped word the ball follows and the game resumes, drawing the attention of all occupants of the room. Taehyung has gravitated towards the table, even Namjoon and Yoongi have turned their bodies and heads to watch the making of a foosball champion. Which hopefully, is you. 

Your tongue rests at the corner of your mouth as you watch with sharp eyes: the ball move back and forth between the two teams’ players. “Get out of my way dammit!” You shout, raising a chuckle from your opponent and friends. 

“That kinda defeats the purpose gorgeous.” Jungkook utters, smiling. 

Jungkook has the ball, moving up the field and closer to your goal box. At last second you're able to maneuver the ball from him, moving it back towards his goal. Your attempts are short-lived however; as your opponent uses his quick thinking and rapid reflexes to steal the ball back and move it down towards your side. Sweat trickles down the back of your neck, you’re not sure if you could take another second of the stress. If you time it right, you could hit the ball past Jungkooks defense and into his goal. So, you spin the paddle.

Your heart rings in your ears and you squeeze your eyes shut. You hear the ball land in a goal box. You smile and open your eyes, ready to celebrate. Jungkook cheers, jumps up and down and moves away to do a front flip. “Victory is sweet!” He screams. 

You’re at a loss for words. Your jaw falls slack and a chorus of ‘Ooo’s’ and low grunts erupt through the crowd. “Nice pull through Kook. I was sure you’d lose.” 

Taehyung goes and gives Jungkook a high five, providing you with a solemn look of peace. Then, the cool presence of Jimin comes up behind you. He whispers, “Now…for the next competition.” 

The evening draws to a close when the others depart to find time for themselves. Namjoon and Yoongi first, most likely heading back to their studio’s or rooms back in the dorms to produce or catch up on some much needed beauty sleep. Jin, Hoseok, and Taehyung leave not too long afterward. They said something about going out to eat. Jungkook’s head turned at that but he was looking to Jimin and you to see if you’d be joining them. “We’ll catch up Kook. Tell the other’s we’ll meet you all there.” Jimin’s smile was warmer than a crackling fireplace, and there’s no way Jungkook could say no. He pivots, and follows the others out the door with a smile. 

Jimin waits until he no longer hears footsteps to turn to you and steal your lips for his own. You push him off thanks to his lingering words still swirling through your mind. “So about this competition…” You start, “Care to tell me more?” 

Your lover grins from ear to ear. “So you got a hold of that did you?” 

You nod. “I did. And i’d like to know what you meant by it.”

He sighs, moving his hands down to your hips and holding you there. “I was thinking...we play a game with higher stakes than that of a foosball game.” 

Your curiosity has officially peaked. Park Jimin has these dark eyes that can scoop you up completely with just one glance. Your full attention is on those eyes, and what they’ll do next. “What does the winner get?” 

“Topping rights.” He whispers the words with a gentle smirk plastered to his face. It's clear that this has been an idea of his for quite some time. Like a sleeping panther, he waited for his time to strike. 

You waver, fluttering your eyelashes and glancing about the room. “For how long?” 

Jimin licks his lips, “A week.”

“Hm, Surprising.” You’ve grown cocky, and feel a raging fire of confidence surge through you.

“What is?” Your lover questions, confused by your comment.

“It’s surprising that you’d be willing to give up topping rights for a whole week.”

He starts to laugh, to think you actually believe you’ll beat him. Jimin’s had this game of his planned out for months; and he knows your weaknesses. “I admire your confidence. But I’ll win this one Kitten, you can bet on that.” 

You move forward and kiss him, mumbling a “We’ll see about that.” Between your parting lips. 

Dinner at the restaurant with Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin was business as usual. The appetite the boys had was big; and the bill was twice that size. Upon arrival of certain meal parts and between meat being cooked, Jimin had conjured a deep and insightful conversation with Taehyung about Korean traditions and origins, a topic Jin soon took over. “Hungry?” Your lover whispers, his hand resting on your thigh. 

“Very; my stomach might eat itself if I don’t get something inside me soon.” 

A silence ensues between you two, but Jimin’s eyes gleam with the promise of an innuendo don’t leave you. He starts to chuckle and you soon register the words that escaped you. “I can put something inside—” 

You dig your nails into his hand that you’ve been holding. 

Jimin flinches, wincing in pain before reaching for your wrist with his free hand. He squeezes until you let up and whisper, “Nice try.” 

Jimin smiles and looks up to Hoseok, “Hyung, we have a hangry lady over here…mind saving me from a mauling?” He asks, teasing you gently with the use of the word hangry. Doing so all while all while desperately trying to evert his train of thought from attempting to seduce you. 

Hoseok proceeds to cut open different chunks of meat, checking each one for imperfections and rawness. “These few are done.” He announces, pointing to a select couple of chunks that make your mouth water.

Both Taehyung and Jin stop their conversing at the announcement of fully cooked meat. “Ladies first.” Hoseok hastily lets the words slip past his lips, gulping back a mouth of saliva. 

Your own lips part to answer him as you hold out your plate. It’s then that Jimin’s hand moves towards an area of you that is usually reserved for touching within the confines of your bedroom. “ThANK you Hobi.” Jimin’s hand brushes over your panties, up and down tracing slow needy movements that causes your tone to fluctuate.  

Hoseok doesn’t seem to take your tone fluctuation as anything out of the ordinary. If anything, he thinks you’re playing. “You’RE WELcome!” He jokes, copying your tone. 

You quickly take back your plate, dropping it onto the table and allowing it to land safely with a clack. Jimin resumes a conversation with Jungkook to cover his own ass. His hand and fingers remain doing the job they set out to do: torture you and win this little competition as fast as possible. 

Jin laughs loudly, slapping Hoseok on the back. The mixture of sounds breaks you away from and out of the haze Jimin’s fingers put—more like forces—you into. Underneath the table, your hand pushed Jimins away even though the feeling of ecstasy he feeds you leaves you in a state of ravenous hunger unrelated to the cooling meat on the plate ahead of you. If he thinks he’s going to win topping rights so easily…then he’s wrong. It’s the first night, and you plan to last much longer than that.

Jimin withdrawals, as the rules state. If he were to press on, he’d lose. And if you were to accept his come on…you would have to accept defeat.

Dammit. This competition is proving to be quite the futile feat. Hopefully…you’re strong enough to make it through without allowing a finger to slip into you. 

Two. Weeks.

Two damn weeks! 

Two weeks of nothing more than casual kisses and hand holds. It has been fourteen days since Jimin and you decided that this competition would be fun. And it has been sixteen days since you two last slept together.

Raw, passionate, heart rattling sex. 

You have never missed it so much before. Its one thing to not have a vessel that can bring you both pleasure and love, but it’s a whole other to be tied to one and neither of you can do jack about it all thanks to a petty agreement. 

“Is masturbating cheating?” You blurt mid movie viewing on the couch with Jimin who’s munching on popcorn and obviously absorbed into the plot line of the film.

“What?” He chokes, coughing up a kernel that he catches before it can pass his lips. 

“Because touching myself sounds so good right now. Like, Chicago deep dish pizza good.” 

Jimin chuckles, taking another handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing before commenting. “Seems like someones tapping out.”

You raise your eyebrows and shift uncomfortably away from him, “I never said I was tapping out!” You swallow and clear your throat, “I merely asked if masturbating was cheating!”

Jimin hums, thinking calmly. “Hm…no. No it’s not.” 

You cross your arms, “You’re only saying that because you’ve jizzed four times this week already.” 

Jimins arm escapes from behind you, the movie that before had his attention absorbed, now completely labeled as nothing more than white noise. “What? No I—”

“Chim, I’m not blind. I know you don’t have a cold and the crumpled up tissues in the bathroom garbage were definitely not there when I left for groceries around noon.” 

“Oh please, you’re telling me you haven’t touched yourself once for two weeks?” 

“Three.” You correct, growing antsy. 

Jimin gulps as he stares at you, looking serious but soon his soft features melt to show a laugh.

“What’s so damn funny?!” You yell, sitting up straighter. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t think of the loophole sooner!” 

You pick up a pillow and wack him with it, he moves the popcorn out of the way; sacrificing his face in lieu of the buttery bowl. “Asshole.” 

“Don’t bite the hand that feeds Kitten. Just say the word.” He wears a smug grin that whispers devilish intent, he wants to cave just as much as you do; but he knows he can’t. Winning is his ultimate goal. 

“In your dreams.” 

“How’d you know?” 

“Ha. Ha. Hilarious.” 

Jimin looks away, picking his popcorn back up and continuing to eat. “Fine then, thats your call. Suffer alone.”

“I won’t suffer.” You stand, turning towards your boyfriend before leaving the room, “I don’t need you to cum. Enjoy the movie Jimin.” You call, catching your boyfriend mid mouthful as he turns to watch you go.

“What? Where are you going?! Rachel is about to stand up to Eleanor at the wedding! I’m betting—and hoping—that she slaps that woman! Do you think she actually farts channel N.5?” He mumbles the last part to himself, but eventually pauses the film to chase after you, wherever you ran off to. 

Jimin moves swiftly down the hall with a couple last pieces of popcorn in his hand. He couldn’t possibly enjoy the movie without you. Besides, you were keeping him warm and now he’s caught a chill thanks to your absence. “Babe, I’ll get fat if you let me eat all this popcorn alone. Please come watch with me. I’m sorry I laughed.” He giggles to himself again, remembering the question you asked. “I just figured that you of all people would have taken full advantage of that loop hole. I’m surprised, and impressed!” He compliments.

Your shared bedroom door is ajar, and Jimin approaches it with caution; recalling several pranks involving flour, airhorns, and slime that have taken place in this very threshold. His mouth falls agape when he begins to form your name, the letters averse as they never fully reach maturity. From within the bedroom Jimin can hear stuttering pants and moans, ones so mystifying and familiar. They could only be coming from you. 

Those sweet purrs you let out acting as music to Jimins ears. 

Clearly, his answer to your question imbued in you enough courage to put date night on pause and pleasure yourself in the next room. Your behavior was insufferable, but oh so resolute. The intricacy of your movements had Jimins own hand palming his length through his jeans. The rules to this competition state that touching each other is forbidden and therefore no possibility. But, no where does it state that voyeurism is unwelcome.

Within the room, on the edge of the bed your lips incrementally part; the space between them unceremoniously filled with your tongue that pokes at the opening. Jimins hand squeezes tighter around his length with each pump over his length. The very sight of you so exposed and lust driven is indisputably the most beautiful you’ve ever appeared. Coveted, Jimin moans quietly as your finger is joined by another, your free hand working on other erogenous zones to provide a more fluid pleasure. Jimin dubiously sidles closer to the opening in the door, seeking fortuitous noises from you to further fuel his movements. “Jimin…right there.” You coo, imagining that it was your lover who was moving within you in lieu of your two digits. 

Thats all Jimin needed.

As painful as it is to complete, Jimin zips his jeans. He tucks his length against his stomach, held in place by his belt. Assuming position, he allows his foot to push the door open gently. However, the push is strong enough to reveal him standing in the doorway. “Right where baby?”

“Come to torture yourself?” You grin, curling your fingers deep inside you. Their motion is slow but rough. The very feeling has your eyes rolling back in your head. 

“Of course not. I find great joy in watching you fall apart under your own hands. The very sight will hold me over for another week. Maybe two, if I use my time wisely. So thanks Kitten.” Jimin winks, and reaches for the door. “Have fun.” He coos before walking out and closing it over.

“Fuck you Park Jimin!” You yell, realizing just now that despite the view, you may have actually helped your boyfriend win.

Attempt One: Failure.

“How in the holy mother of hell are you guys still alive?”

“Hobi, people don’t just drop like flies when they haven’t gotten laid for a little while.” Jimin laughs, sipping from a water bottle between choreography sessions. 

“A month Jimin! I’d be worried for my health!” The elder boy fakes a shiver, laughing when he catches wind of the laughable air the situation withholds. 

Jungkook gets up from stretching on the floor, he too is drenched in a thin sheen of sweat. “I thought you were kidding! She’s right there all the time man, how have you been keeping it down?!”

Jimin smacks his lips; “Kook, let me show you something.” He takes Jungkook by the shoulder, throwing his arm over it to control where he walks. He saunters him over to a mirror. “You see this?” He says, pointing at Jungkooks reflection.

“Yes? It’s me.”

Jimin nods, “Correct. I too see a virgin who has absolutely no idea what he’s talking about.”

Jungkook throws Jimin’s arm off of him, blushing profusely and shooting the two older and now laughing boys a burning look of hatred. “I’m not a virgin!” 

“Surrrrrrre; whatever you say Golden Virgin.” Hoseok jibes, sipping from a water bottle with a drenched towel around his neck.

“The Virgin Mary Maknae!” Jimin turns, pointing at Hoseok when he comes up with the second nickname. 

The two hyungs hold hands and begin to chant half-assed nicknames that leave Jungkook stained red. 

After practice, the room had been evacuated; only Jimin left surrounded by mirrors. And of course…his cell phone. He knows you’re probably home right now. Shoulder deep in a month old package of questionable Oreos. Whats wrong with sending one picture? One little picture. Jimin knows that if you reciprocate…he wins. 

Positioning himself in front of one of the many floor length mirrors, Jimin opens his camera and holds up his shirt with his mouth. His joggers hang low enough to reveal his deep v-line and when he flexes each individual abdominal muscle becomes enhanced. “Chew on this baby.” He slurs to you, smirking into the cloth in his mouth. His finger hovers over the send button after the picture is taken. It’s with that same cocky grin that he clicks send. 

You hear the ding from your phone on the coffee table. Jimin was right. You’ve already made a tyrannosaurus like dent in this package of Oreos, and there’s no chance of you stopping in sight. You continue to munch cuddled up on the couch with a fuzzy blanket, picking up your phone with innocence in your doe eyes. His name appears all happy on your screen, so you unlock the device without hesitation.

19:34 Jiminie 🥰💖 | Hi Kitten, just finished practice! Hobi worked Kook and I to the bone today. Look how sweaty he got me!

It’s with slim ambivalent behavior that you click on the photo Jimin has sent. You gulp at the sight. The view is downright blasphemous. The most nefarious part to it being that you just know he meant to send it. Time and time again has Jimin seen the way you look as him after a good workout and just how it affects you. Nothing has changed now. It physically hurts you not to tell him to rush home. Or that you’d love to come and see what he’s practiced today…not that you’d be seeing anything other than his shimmering body moving against yours. 

You need to answer him. He probably knows your gawking—more like drooling into your Oreos—at him. Through gritted teeth, you set out to extinguish his inner incubus by typing up something…normal.

19:37 | Thats great baby! So glad you had a great time! You’re probably famished after all that exercise. What do you want for dinner?

Jimin chuckles to himself upon reading your response. He can imagine what you look like based off of previous knowledge. You’re most likely blushing and biting your lip. It’s all too easy.

Jimin swallows, typing a response thats sure to be incendiary.

19:40 Jiminie 🥰💖|You.

He quickly answers. You hold your phone tightly, blushing and biting your lip in the exact fashion that Jimin imagined. 

19:40 | I think we’re fresh out :( Will pasta suffice?

Jimin sighs. He’s picked a worthy opponent. One that won’t go down without a fight. 

19:44 Jiminie 🥰💖| I guess :/

[bramblepaws]

meat uhh part 3. where dirk Starts Talking A Lot

ughhhh i already don’t like this lol

but i’m going to... try to accept evil dirk into my heart or whatever. just.. what is the purpose of this? to create an unreliable narrator? to make us question even the canon timeline? or to believe that dirk is controlling everything for a certain purpose, rather than the narrative, therefore making the Purpose more ambiguous in both what it’s going to be and its morality? because dirk is a “the ends justify the means” kind of guy, from what i’ve seen, and i Really don’t want this to be. that kind of story. although i guess it already is, what with the ghosts and the kids getting just Absolutely Brutally Obliterated. 

it is interesting to have this happen after i completed the candy route, though the more i read of Meat the more i think i was probably supposed to do Meat first. not-jade’s big exposition on narrative was incredibly interesting, but completely out of context and strange until This. 

but applying that conversation to this narrative shift is interesting. because now my personal biases against Dirk are coming into play. i Don’t trust him to have the other characters’ best interests at heart, whereas I DID trust the original narrator in that sense. Or at least I trusted the original narrator to Try. i expect Dirk is just going to shuffle his pawns around because he’s distanced himself from them so much & trusts his own definition of their best interests, without taking any input from them. 

but the main question i have is..... is Dirk orchestrating this timeline? or is he simply telling it? he is implying a level of control over the narrative that’s all-encompassing (sans roxy, apparently). so... i dunno. i’ll read more. but i’m finding this change annoying rather than intriguing at the moment, Entirely because i don’t trust Dirk to provide satisfying arcs for the other characters. 

anyways

Hell Yea

roxy continues 2 b the most relatable character in homestuck 4 me, even in the epilogues, Nice,

dirk if you’re literally writing this you can go back. and backspace. and replace the words. u focking Idiot. this is in a written format and you KNOW that, Fool

jade’s fuckin CUTE

also Dirk’s perspective on her flitting from couch to couch and person to person because she was alone for so long is interesting. it’s funny, because i would absolutely see her actions as being in-character if i looked at it on paper? like... Character lives by herself on an island for a long time, Character is raised literally by a dog and has 0 human interaction for the first 13 years of her life. Character then goes through a long traumatic experience where she has to fight for her life and sees a lot of people die. Character ends up in a place where all of her friends are concentrated in a single area. Character now has no social etiquette skills, and wants to spend time with EVERYONE, so flits from couch to couch and sleeps around a lot. THAT ALL IS LIKE... VALID? 

but for Some Reason “character then tries to enter a poly relationship with her two best friends who are clearly uncomfortable with the concept” doesn’t fit anywhere in there. and the angle at which it’s been happening doesn’t.. make sense? with jade? it’s too. surface level. there’s no indication that she feels any sort of weirdness about it, or any sort of confusion about what she’s supposed to be doing, which WOULD fit. people don’t just throw themselves into such a huge change without any internal feelings. but there’s no evidence of them! and THAT is why she feels so OOC in this whole thing, in both universes. 

her being blind to social norms would be fine, but she wouldn’t be blind To The Fact that she doesn’t know them. she’d be super hyperaware of that! it’s not like she doesn’t have EMPATHY, she can SEE when other people are exhibiting the same signs of discomfort she would. her not knowing how to react to that would be fair, but she WOULD notice. she’s so smart! and humans are like... hard-wired to At Least Notice. 

anyways long story short: hussie give my girl Emotions. why are half of the women characters coming across as flat in this epilogue. bitch

oh nice i love davekat

I Also Love Kanaya

the fact that dave canonically is A Huge Dork and that multiple characters have made fun of him for it is great

this made me smile i love these kids. er. adults

also im thinkin that my pervasive thought of this read-through is proobabblyy gonna be “shut up dirk” because i’ve thought it at least 5 times already

this is my favorite line in all of homestuck

also 16-year-old-me is trying to rise up out of the inner workings of my brain and take note of alien biology facts that dave is talking about and i keep having to beat her back with a stick. I REFUSE!!

precious....

also i can’t tell if dirk is being.. like. facetious about the timing shit? or if he is actually beholden to the timeline. 

hey kanaya i love you

[remedial-wit]

For the ask thing: 4/7 (they're similar), 13, 22, 27 and 46 :D

!!!!! Thanks so much for asking me ^_^ (fanfic writers unite!)

okay so:

4/7:  three authors that were influential and why/early influences on your writingimma try to keep this short cos it was 4 or 7, not 4 and 7. 

so the first author that springs to mind is (and i feel awkward tagging cos its not like we’re mutuals but oh well) @veliseraptor who i’m pretty sure really kicked me deep into the asgardian whump writing pit (i was already there for reading but im feel like its cos of them i actually got into writing for the fandom). the next person i have to mention is @ozhawkauthor (who i also feel awkward tagging but yea) just because i started reading their work around the time i decided never to write fanfic again, but once i started reading their soulmate shorts my brain went !!!!! and then yea…in terms of published non fanfic authors: i should probably read more but sometimes i get so stuck in fanfic eheh

the last person i’m mentioning (because they cross over to both my questions )is my big sister @hellopurpletiger who really really inspired me to start writing from the very beginning. i still remember her reading me all her re-written chapters never posted and all the plans she had for her fics, and the first time she read me gakuen alice fanfic from ff.net in the car.

Last two early (kind of) influences!: my english teachers Mrs Tetley, and Mrs Larkin. i stan

nvm that was quite long ahaaa

13. Hardest character to write. idk i want to say either Hela (because i havent really made up my mind about her internal monologue yet), supergirl/Kara Danvers (because its hard to write angst which isnt about self-loathing, which is definitely not her defining mindset), and Luna Lovegood (and it really really pains me to say this because for a while there i had her down p well i think but suddenly i dont know how to write her anymore and thats annoying cos i know some people are still waiting for my Under the Moon series to update and ughhhh) anyways yea. this was a hard question, so thank you!

22. favorite story you’ve ever written.oh ouch… i dont want to choose between my babies! but… fine -_-… i probably have to say Like Smoke In The Air. probably because it felt like an actual substantial piece of writing and i managed to finish it (within the month no less!) And because i actually felt really in control when writing it, so it turned out how i wanted it to. for once. which was nice. :D (but i also want to mention Halfmud, Three Cheers, and a circle has no beginning, just cos i want to give them some more love :///) but yea, Like Smoke In The Air, probably.

27. best reviewohhhh this is a fun one! Ngl tho it took me a fucking long time to decide on one, but at the end i went with this. not the longest or craziest but just enough that i felt it was sincere and still gives me excited happy feels even tho it was years ago:

[text: Admiral higgenbottoms:  Hello! I have been following this series and waiting for new chapters for a bit and I’m so sorry I didn’t review sooner. Any how, I am really enjoying this crossover. Luna Lovegood is my favorite character from Harry Potter and even though she was raised in the red room and is different, it’s still her. It’s still the Luna Lovegood I fell in love with in the books. She’s not lost herself in any of this and I just wanted to thank you for writing her so well. This whole series is really enjoyable, I’m sure I’ve cried a few times already and laughed even more. Thank you again for writing this and posting it up, I think you are doing an amazing job! You’re wonderful! ] (ff.net- Love is Blindness)

but also shout out to this person: 

AND FINALLY … 46!!!. 

Fic: Stay Frosty Royal Milk Tea

(yes i enjoy fob)

The only thing in the Alignment Room is a toilet.

Apparently, it was installed after its fourth use because the late Allfather Bor realised how unpleasant clean-up would be, for those whose isolation therapy lasted more than five hours.

Loki’s isolation therapy has never lasted less than five hours.

Somehow, the smooth glazed clay of the toilet bowl feels warm to the touch against his back, even though his mind knows intellectually that it is just as cold as the rest of this room. But he supposes warmth is just relative.

It’s not bright, not at all, but the window slit provides an orange sort of glow to the room (and well, it’s refreshing to be able to see the blue of his toes)so Loki clambers awkwardly up to his feet to stretch his limbs and walk about, before the last of the light dies down.

The dimensions of the room are about four average-medium, Loki-sized footsteps by five, including the toilet. Which is ample leg room for laying down and just enough to properly exercise his muscles. He knows this as a fact. Did the maths and everything. Still – it doesn’t hurt to count again. Besides the dull ache of all this pacing is warming for his sole (and his soul too, apparently.)

It’s a simple layout. Quite ingenious really.  Designed to be maddeningly effective. Four concrete walls. One with a toilet in the corner. One with a thick metal door, with a hatch that only opens from the outside. One with a horizontal slit at the ceiling, a silver of a window, barred from the outside and a pane of glass on the inside. A comfort though, for it allows whomever is staying to know the time of day.

He should be getting out soon anyway. Who will it be this time? Heimdall in his silent, disapproving witness. Or Fandral in his gloating and patronising, stupid, snivelling face. Perhaps Thor and his loud disappointment at how he expected better. At how Father expected better.

Which is dumb really? Expected better?

Come on.

Four out of five times, the person greeting him is mother, but she’s on some sort of trip with the other mothers. Something about developing her inner Seidr. Hopefully, it will be Heimdall or Sif because at least then it will be in silence.

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I still ache. In my mind, im in a dark room, with little light, my knees to my chest, and me crying. All this because you don't love me and I don't want to force your feelings but I don't think you realise how hard it is to get to both my mind and heart. You're the first boy to do that. Not even my father could compare to what you did to me. You unlocked my heart, showed me love was real and that it's a mad, mad illness. I want to thank you but I can't even read your name without sorrow and shock. But it's okay. I'm fine now. I just needed a tumblr rant. I'll write again on here tomorrow. It's okay. I'm okay. I can assure you that. I won't let you dare hurt me again. I know you will. But I've changed the locks to my heart. Or is that a lie? Maybe I'm lying to myself. Maybe I'm lying to you. I had the balls to ask you on a date, but It'd be another three years before I'll have the balls to tell you how I really feel. I love you, Mr L. And I'm so embarassed to be writing this, but who else can I open my heart to? I'm not a pussy. I didn't raise myself to be weak. I raised myself to be strong. I knew you were hurt when I rejected you. I was 14, you were 16, I wasn't ready for a serious relationship. I was scared you wanted my body. I was scared of falling in love. I was scared of becoming a housewife. It wasn't until I had a dream about you, four months later, that I realised, "Holy shit, I'm an idiot". But it was too late. You didn't care about me. You were trying to move on. And that's okay. I deserved that. But that made me mad. It became a game, of blocking, friending, unfriending, you ignoring my messages...me not resisting to reply to your every single one. Cat and dog, month by month, I bit my toungue. I formed a crush on you. Irony, innit? It was another few months after that that I realised: I loved you. I didn't know why. I was hating myself and my oestrogen for making me fall for you. I can assure you though, it's definitely because of your egotistical personality. I know this because I was attracted to my last boyfriend after arguing about my vegetarianism. It didn't work out so well. I always felt guilty though, because I didn't love him. I loved you. I just wanted to let you know that my turn-on is now being treated badly. I wonder why. I got to admit partially the reason I rejected you, was because I didn't like your looks. How selfish, arrogant was I? Now I feel sick if I look at anybody else. And your profile picture just gives me shivers and sparks. I sound super creepy, my apologies. I forgot love was the disease of the mad. Also, speaking of apologies: I'm sorry at my poor attempt at flirting, or conversations. I was so scared of saying the wrong thing, and I wanted you to be attracted to me again. Disgusting, right? Gotta admit, that joke about cats and pussies, was so super bad and so super cringe, like ughhhh. Don't ever want to mention that again. When one of the girls from the neighbourhood's cousin stayed over, talking about Tinder, she mentioned your name. I found out you lost your virginity, and I was in shock. "Somebody else fell for your devilish arrogant smile" and I was cool. I didn't really care. I was shaking for a good minute, but I think it's great you're having fun, enjoying your teenage years. I don't care who you sleep with. Because I'm keeping my virginity for somebody who I love. Not you of course. You don't love me back. And I know I'll be a virgin forever, because I don't want to fall in love ever again. I date, sure, but it's more of something to do. Something to keep me from thinking of you, and feeling lonely. It still happens though. Mr L, how could you do this to me? After all the long conversations we had. Now, whenever I try to have a decent conversation with you, you either don't reply, ignore me, answer in short, don't care, or tell me I'm stupid. Hah, more like stupidly in love with you. I try so hard to impress you. I'd say "well, im done with that now", but I know I could never keep up to that sentence. I could write all night. But I'm not sure how much my broken heart would last. I'm not a pussy. I raised myself to be strong. Mr L, I'm in love with you. I'm not sure if it's past or present tense, btu I am. I wish you'd give me another chance sometime in the future. Without calling me stupid or thinking I'm stupid. And second considering that because I'm in love with you, I'm going to make mistakes. I'm going to be clumsy. I'm going to be stupid. And it's your fault. And mine.  I'm slightly chubby. Okay, I'm fat. I don't eat that much anymore though. I did overeat to deal with stress. I couldn't tell you how much has been going on, for like, my entire life. I don't want to tell you though. I don't want pity. I don't want you to look down on me. Plus, I found out from a mutual (well, I can't exactly call friend, even though she's my friend), that you've had unimaginable pain. I couldn't even imagine. So, I guess we're equally fucked up. Isn't that fun?  Maybe I should just shh, and end this letter with a conclusion. But at the same time, I'm not going to shut up because you tell me to, or because you call me stupid (which, in itself is a burn to you because I think you forget, we have the same IQ of 115), or because you doubt my intelligence, or because I've embarassed myself with trying to impress you once agian. I'm not going to be quiet. Because, when I get the balls, I will shout to Hobart, I love you. As stupid as that is. Somebody needs to hear it.  Watch out for me in future years, though. I'm going to be a bomb that everybody thought was dead for a decade. Watch me. I will fuck your heart up as much as you did mine. Or at least I'll fuck up your brain. Attraction isn't everything, though, you say arrogantly even though you know yourself that it makes 50% of the relationship. Gotta admit, I'm similar though. I want conversation, intelligence, love. Not just looks. Y'know, I'll let you in on something. I've always had this thing, where one day I'll exercise, eat healthy, dress nice, and everything, and be a famous burlesque dancer. Reason? Because that's kinda my "female empowerment thing" plus, I've always loved dancing. I always wanted to show my peers from school how great I could be, and that they shouldn't doubt me. But now I couldn't give a shit. All I want to do is show you that I'm not just fat. I'm not just ugly. I'm not just stupid. I am beautiful. I am rockin'. I am sexy when I want to be. So, fuck you.  I'm sorry If I don't know how to respond to you sometimes, but tbh you're an asshole.  But, I love you, Mr L. I really do.  I just wished you hadn't thrown me away.

My own love story, a letter to the boy I fell in love at 14. Mr L. Or is it Lord Mr L now?