#a is from a video game and i just got feelings about it but i also almost broke the rules and put 1000 light years away from slime rancher

[uncleasriel]

As I am garbage who dwells in that moribund space between D&D and nerdery, I'd like to add my own $0.02 for raprecommendations.

Every nerdling in the mid 200s who watched Samurai Champloo knows Nujabes was good, but if you weren't in that in that magical moment, let me share this secret for you. Technically he was more lo-fi hip-hop than proper rap, but when he rhymes, it's nicely melodic and soothing.

Feather is arguably his most rap-like piece and it's Really Quite Nice.

As well, the criminally underrated Dominik Omega is also a rapper who has both nerd cred and good lyricism. I first uncovered him through the 2010s (entirely forgettable) Game of Thrones concept album, with his track Arya's Prayer being just about the only thing on it worth a damn. It found it a shame that he's not been better well known, because he was the only guy on that disc I recall who'd actually read the books, and (in a time of White Nerd Rap of the 2010s) it was a delight to have someone who could convey the passionate anger of the character with a clear understanding of how to use the art form to convey the character's ethos even tomy wonderbread backside.

Arya's Prayer was my introduction to his work, a little atypical of his output, but if you know anything about GoT it's cleanly "yes, this man knows why people like this character and brings it out loud and clear."

I also feel I would be incomplete without referencing the beloved Nerd Icon that was MF Doom. His love of superheroes, rap and sharp lyrics put him in a league of his own, and the use of sampling to borrow from older pulp media and re-mix it into something that is uniquely his own cannot be underestimated. His One Beer is considered a classic, but the track All Caps from Madvillain is a great introduction his his delightfully layered Supervillain Rap Persona and gives a demonstration of lyrically dense work that also has an awesome msuic video that sells his whole schtick in one go.

My tastes rap tastes are generally underdeveloped, and more than one person has pointed out that I tend to like hip-hop over rap, so if I'm committing a crime against the art form, I apologize. I am not seasoned in the fine world of rap, and like vaguegrant the guy I RBed from, I need to expand my horizons more.

Okay now that you guys have liked Lil Nas X, Megan thee Stallion, Kendrick Lamar AND Doechii. Surely you can listen to rap now. Surely you see the merits of the genre. Surely.

[kaisentine]

is the mikage corp’s heir trying to steal your man? you know that he probably is.

purple is a unique color, purple is a noticeable hair color, purple is a striking eye color, purple is the color you can see from your peripheral vision when nagi is snuggling up against your side.

“sei . . . did you invite mikage?” you lean down to whisper in his ear—referring to reo as mikage because you aren’t at all close at him nor do you think he likes you. anyway, nagi didn’t mention anything about inviting his best friend today.

he’s too lazy to look at you to respond but you see the way his head just barely moves when he opens his mouth, “nope.” he matches the volume of your voice. so was this considered a break in or . . ?

you fight the urge to cling onto nagi like a koala because reo just keeps . . . staring. “sei, he’s literally in your apartment.” you deadpan as quietly as possible whilst trying to keep audible for him to hear because you know damn well he’s about to fall asleep right on you shoulder.

this time, he moves his head to look up at you. then his eyes start wandering off to the side—did he finally see him? you get the answer when he starts speaking. “reo? why’re you here?” he asks the purple haired male—not bothering to mention how he got in because nagi was the one who gave him the keys.

finally, he actually steps out of the shadows. he looks scary like this, giving you a deadly glare. “sorry, did i interrupt? i was just going to check in on you.” he quickly switches up when answering your boyfriend. obviously he interrupted something . . . but to your dismay, nagi only shakes his head.

the night ends with nagi sandwiched by two people: his very lovely amazing partner and reo.

it feels like you’re in a constant competition with mikage reo. the way you lowkey have to fight with him to snag the place beside nagi.

you and reo glare at each other as soon as you guys see the vacant spot on nagi’s left side. it’s gonna be a race that reo wins, you know that for sure—you’re not even gonna try to win against a freaking scary 6’1 soccer player.

so while he is fast walking to his best friend’s side, you’re taking slow strides to catch up. it’s only a matter of seconds before he sits his ass down triumphantly in victory—you roll your eyes at him. when you do get to the destination, you’re giving him the “i’m gonna win in the end anyway” type of glare.

nagi obviously doesn’t care,he probably doesn’t even know what just transpired because he’s still on his phone playing some video game.

“sei, you’re still on that game?” you ask, standing on the other side beside him. he hums as a little yes to your question, you let out a fake chuckle. “you’ve been playing for too long, i wanted to show you something.” you pout and almost direct an evil grin to reo but stop because nagi pauses his game to look at you, grey eyes lazily staring back at you. “what’d you wanna show me?” he’s interested now, he hates surprises because it’s too much of a hassle to think about what it could be. “it’s in your bedroom,” you put an innocent smile at the end and he’s already jumping out of his chair. when you’re both leaving reo to sulk on the counter, you turn back to flash him a devious smile—the one you intended to give him the first time.

“we’ll be right back,” said nagi.

you guys were in-fact not right back.

reo later found you guys sleeping on nagi’s bed, bodies all up against each other.

i don’t think nagi understands the phrase “bros before hoes” nor does he understand “hoes before bros”. . . he doesn’t really care—he’s too lazy to give a fuck.

sticky note. i feel like nagi is lowkey a red flag or probably a yellow ( beige??? ) flag . . .

[annoyinglilbro]

Okay so hear me out but…

big brother gets a boyfriend so stops fucking little brother. so little brother gets revenge by fucking middle brother and big brother gets all jealous.

I dunno if this is something really but it could be 🤷 plus middle brother representation makes me happy cause i can never pick if i wanna be big bro or lil bro.

- 🐀 (not sure if i’ll send more asks but i like rats and want u to know when it’s weird middle bro popping up lol)

It’s been a week. His brother hasn’t touched him in a week, no kisses, no hugs, no making him cum. It’s bullshit. All he does is talk about his dumb boyfriend who he’s always with now. It’s not fair. But it’s fine, because he has more than one older brother.

The middle child is so different than his older brother, more closed off and keeps in his room. They don’t have a particularly close bond, but neither did he and his big brother before they started fucking. And he has practice now, he knows how to get what he wants.

His brother is closed off in his room again, the muffled sound of music and a video game sound through the door. Little brother is wearing one of his shirts, too big and hangs off exposing his collar bones, and nothing else. It’s long enough to reach his thighs. He knocks on the door.

There’s shuffling for a few minutes and when his brother pushes open the door he’s met with the sight of his baby brother, sniffling and teary eyed.

“Can I hangout in here please?”

His brother nods, confused and concerned he’s ushers his little brother into the room. They sit on the bed, little brother sniffling and wiping his eyes. His brother is hesistant when he pulls him into a hug.

“Hey little dude, what’s going on? You don’t usually come to me…is bro home?”

“No! He’s never home anymore. He’s always with his boyfriend, he doesn’t wanna hangout with me anymore.”

“Oh dude no, he’s just in a relationship. I’m sure he’ll make time for you soon. You can hangout with me if you want? I know I’m not as cool as him but uh I can turn on two player for us?”

He stares up at his brother through wet lashes, poking out his little pink lip.

“Yeah? That’s so nice of you. Can I sit in your lap while we play?”

His brother eyes him, starring at his thighs.

“Do…do you have underwear on?”

Little brother who grins, laying back in his brothers bed and spreading his legs. His pretty little cunt is on display, wet and glistening. He’s frozen in place, watching his little brother move his fingers between the slick folds and spreading himself open.

“Big brother it hurts. So so much. Won’t you help me? Please?”

His cock is straining in his basket ball shorts. His baby brother has never called him anything other than annoying, he didn’t think being called big brother would have the effect on him. Still, his little brother is begging him to take the ache away and he can’t deny him.

He’s much gentler than their older brother is. He spends time licking and sucking at his little brothers tdick, spends time slowly spreading him open on his fingers and kissing his thighs anytime he whines. Hes sweet, offering words of encouragement and praise. His little brother feeds into the act, whimpering when the stretch is too much and his brothers cock is finally filling him up.

“Unfff s’full, I feel it in my belly big bro!” He whines, tears trailing down from the corners of his eyes and his brother leans down to kiss them away.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I got you. I’ll go slow okay?”

And he does. He takes his time, moves in slow long motions and plays with his dick while he does. It’s so different from what he’s used to. They’re both so lost in it they don’t even realize somebody else is in the room until they clear their throat.

Their older brother is in the door way, shaking his head and watching them.

“Little fucking slut. Had to go for our brother, huh? You’re pathetic.” He’s walking over the bed now, taking his seat next to his little brothers head. “You’re being way too gentle with the brat. He didn’t need all that prep, you know. Slut like him? He wants it to hurt. Whiney little bitch is buttering you up.”

The second eldest swallows, cock still buried deep inside his little brother, who’s looking up at him with a pout.

“Do you see how mean he is to me? You’re a much better big brother. He’s so mean all the time, he doesn’t stretch me like you do.”

“You two…are fucking?” He’s trying to process it.

“I know buddy, he made you think you were special. Came to you with those teary eyes, didn’t he? It’s okay. You didn’t know our baby brother was a desperate slut.”

Big brothers hands are on him now, he slaps the outside of his thigh making him tighten around his other brothers cock.

“Whore like this doesn’t need you to be nice to him. Hold your fucking legs up for him, you’ve made him do enough, brat.”

Little brother who whines but listens, pulling his legs to his chest and holding them there.

“That’s better. You’re a big brother, you don’t have to do any extra work. He’s lucky he’s got your cock. Now fuck him, make him really cry.”

Middle brother nods, fucking into his little brother rougher than he was before. Watching the way his eyes roll and the loving every little “ah ah ah” that falls out of his lying little mouth.

“Big brotherrr please ahh you’re too deep!”

Middle brother pauses, glancing to his older brother who rolls his eyes and slaps their little brothers face.

“He is being so gentle with you, fucking cry baby. I swear he fakes being hurt for sympathy.”

“Do not!”

“Quiet! Nobody is talking to you.” Big brother who slips his sweatpants down, slapping his heavy cock on his little brothers face and squishing it between his lips. “Ignore him. I fuck him rougher than this. He’s doing it for attention. C’mon bro, he can handle it trust me. Fuck him.”

His brothers cock in their little brothers mouth makes him throb. He didn’t know their little brother could look like this. Didn’t know he could sound like this, feel like this. His big brothers hand trails down the soft stomach and to the pink bundle of nerves, pinching it in his fingers and making him cry out around his cock. He doesn’t struggle to get away, doesn’t fight to get away from them, no he clenches around the cock stuffed inside his hole.

“He really is a slut…” middle brother mumbles more so to himself.

“I know. It was so wrong of him to do this, to try and make me jealous with you. C’mere, I’ll kiss it better for you.” His big brother is leaning over, pressing their lips together while they spear their little brother from both ends. They fuck him in rhythm, lips attached the entire time and when they cum it’s moments after one another. There’s a sweating panting mess when it’s done, covered in sweat and their little brother dripping cum.

Still he looks so proud of himself. Spread out on his brothers bed, smiling like the spoiled brat he is.

“Good job, got your way again. Fucking prick.”

His older brother is pulling them both to his chest, one on each arm. It’s strange to suddenly be so included, but when his brother kisses the top of his head he couldn’t imagine it any other way. Maybe they’ll hang out more often after this.

[strawberryblue-blog]

PABLO GAVI fluff were he comfort the reader after their big argument please love your works 💫

Thanks💓

Our home —Pablo Gavi.

summary: request.

warnings: none. a little of angst, fight, discomfort, cute, soft, clingy.

words count: +2k.

#SEXYNOTE: Happy Valentine's Day 💌 Enjoy it, love you 🎀

The sound of your snort clashing with the overwhelming silence in the living room, interrupting the tranquility of the night. You're standing by the kitchen, hands on your hips and frowning as you stare at the pile of dirty utensils you haven't stopped noticing since you got home. Gavi, he doesn't even look at you. He's sitting on the couch, remote in hand and TV on, seemingly oblivious to your frustration.

"Really?" you ask aloud, turning to him with your arms crossed. "How many times have we talked about this?"

He looks up turning to look at you, surprised, but quickly his expression changes to a mixture of tired and defensive.

"I will do it later" he says nonchalantly as he resumes playing again.

"Yeah, like always" you mutter starting to pick things up. You shake your head as you turn on the water.

"I'll always end up doing it myself anyway" you whisper angrily.

"What are you talking about now?" he replies, setting the controller down on the table and turning to you again.

You ignore him, starting to wash the dishes in the sink. You don't answer because you know it will be in anger, you'd rather shut up again.

"Are you saying I never do?" his voice sounds closer and you can feel his presence.

Making him get up from the couch when he's playing video games is a reward for you.

"That then you don't do shit" you spit loud and clear. "You always say the same thing about the dishes, the laundry, everything you always leave lying around" you reply, pointing to the sink with an exaggerated gesture.

"That's not true" he shriek angrily. "I said I would do it later..."

"When were you going to do it, huh?" you ask interrupting him. "After I do it? Tomorrow when you finish training? When?" you shout.

Gavi frowns but you can see his features look angry. But angrier are you. You're not overreacting. These last months living together has become difficult, you fight constantly, Gavi doesn't help you enough and you understand that he's tired after training or whatever, but you also have your job and that's not why you leave everything like that.

This morning you had left with all the mess, dishes from last night, clothes on the floor next to the washing machine, garbage cans full and when you came back, everything was still the same. And Gavi had the day off today. You expected at least the simple, basic housekeeping. You didn't expect him to deep clean, just tidy up. But he'd clearly spent the day playing videogames.

"I can't handle this, you know? I work all day, I come in exhausted, and the last thing I want is to see the house a mess because you can't do your part."

"My part?" he retorts, stepping closer and facing you with open arms. "And what do you think I do all day? I'm not just sitting around doing nothing. I'm also exhausted when I get home."

"But I'm always the one who has to take care of everything," you say, feeling frustration rise from your chest to your throat. "The dishes, the laundry, the cleaning? When was the last time you even tried to pick anything up?"

He rolls his eyes and that gesture fires you up even more.

"Don't exaggerate the situation. It's not like I never do anything. I may not be as obsessive as you, but that doesn't mean I don't help," he says pointing at you.

Oh no. He didn't just call you that. He didn't just make everything worse.

"Obsessive?" you repeat, in disbelief. The word hits you like a slap in the face. "It's not obsessive, it's wanting our home to be a place where we can be comfortable, where I don't feel like I'm living on a battlefield." It comes out as an angry scream.

You can't believe it. Now you are the obsessive and exaggerated one who wants some basic order in your own home.

"It's not like that!" he replies, raising his voice. His tone is defensive, but also weary. "Just because I don't do things exactly the way you want me to, doesn't mean I'm doing everything wrong."

"It's not about doing it 'my way'!" you shout, feeling on the verge of tears. "It's about the fact that I can't handle everything by myself. I'm exhausted, and you don't seem to care."

That shushes him. Gavi turns his head in denial but you turn to continue washing through your eyes fill with tears. All that screaming, the desperation, the anger, it makes you feel bad. You've had a rough patch for a while now and you're afraid this could be the straw that breaks the camel's back. But you are so tired. You just want to finish and go to sleep. Arguments won't get you anywhere but you're exhausted from the same situation.

The atmosphere in the room is tense, charged with unspoken words and pent-up emotions. You don't want to cry because you don't want to look weak but you feel so fragile that if he says anything else, you will cry.

Finally, he sighs and takes a step towards you. You feel him coming closer but you won't move, you just want to finish.

"I'm sorry, okay?" he says, his voice softer this time. "I care a lot, more than you think."

Just then you finish rinsing and deposit everything in the dryer. You take off your gloves and dry the counter, leaving everything clean and ready.

"Then prove it" you reply, with a lump in your throat, as you turn around. "Because when I come home and see all this, I feel like you don't care about our home or the effort I make or even us."

You try to walk towards the room but he stops you, processing your words. He's still angry about the argument, you can see it in the way his brow furrows but you can't go on like this.

"If you cared, you would. I get it once or twice, Pablo. But not for months now, it's pure cohabitation, I'm not trying to force you into anything or ask you to be my maid" you spit out harshly, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. "And I won't be your fucking maid either"

You release yourself from his grip and move for your room, looking for some quiet. Your bed seems to be waiting for you the moment you open the door and you quickly strip off your clothes, dressing in your pajamas. You just want to sleep. You crawl into bed and turn your back to Gavi's side, covering yourself with your warm blanket. Tears slide down your cheeks as you think about the argument, how vulnerable you are right now. You're scared, maybe moving in with Gavi was a hasty move and you've been thinking about it for weeks.

You love him. You love everything about him but you can't stand that your relationship is turning into what you hate the most. Maybe you are pushing him a little bit but he lives here too, each of you have your obligations and responsibilities and the only way to survive is to work together.

You're not so angry about the argument, you're helpless. Lonely and scared, what if he doesn't want to be with you anymore, what if Gavi is only acting this way because you are broken? The sobs come out of your mouth and you try to cover them but it's unavoidable.

A faint noise makes you swallow a sob and when you feel the mattress sink behind you, you cover your face with the whole sheet. Gavi comes up from behind and embraces you slowly, carefully, waiting for your rejection or acceptance. You say nothing, just melt into the warmth of his arms embracing you, as you sigh calming your little fit.

"You're right" he admits, with a deep sigh. His voice sounds weak, slowly. "I've been relaxing too much, trusting you to do it because you always do. That's not right and I'm really sorry" his words make your heart shrink.

You didn't want to make him feel that way, you didn't want him to be angry, maybe things got out of place all because of your bad reaction.

"It's not true what I said, you're not exaggerating, you're not obsessive" he murmurs hurt as his hand runs down your body, caressing you. "I care about you, about our home and I care about our relationship" he whispers close to your ear, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

Your heart softens a little at his words, but you still feel the weight of everything built up in your chest. You barely nod. You know he didn't have a bad intention and maybe it was you who took it to another dimension but you really wanted Paul to understand.

"I haven't been around much these days and I understand your approach, Y/n" he whispers again.

Your nose rubs the drops of tears and you sigh searching for air. Su cálido cuerpo comienza a calentar te y solo quieres saltar a sus brazos, como siempre lo deseas.

"Forgive me, okay? Please?" he asks in his hoarse, weak voice.

You turn barely, pulling your body out of the fabrics until you see him clearly.

"It's not just about the dishes or the clothes, Pablo" you confess as tears begin to escape your eyes. "It's because I want this to be a home, our home. A place where we can both be at peace"

"I understand" he says, looking you straight in the eye. "And you're absolutely right. I don't want you to feel like you're carrying everything by yourself. I promise I'm going to get better, I really am"

His hands take your face as you turn to him fully. He takes it upon himself to wipe away your tears, one by one, as he pulls you into his warm chest. Your heart aches for everything but you feel more relieved now.

"I'm sorry for exploding like this too" you admit hurt. "I just want everything to work out, that we don't have to argue about these things. And I thought that..."

Pablo looks at you seriously, confused.

"I thought things between us were breaking up, that maybe your pulling away was my fault and I exploded" you confess as the tears come again.

His eyes hold back the tears as his fingers tighten on your face.

"I would never do anything like that, nothing changed between us, I promise. It's just me, being kind of lazy" he says trying to blame homself but you deny.

"I'm sorry, Gavi" you cry exhausted. "I didn't mean to fight with you like this, just.... I'm tired..."

Your body hurts, your mind does too. Maybe you need more sleep than a day is enough and all this anxiety, nervousness, is driving you crazy.

"You are my home, you are my whole life, I just want to be here, for the rest of my life, with you" he says in front of your eyes.

"You are mine, Pablo" you assure with a laugh.

He smiles slightly and pulls you into a warm embrace.

"Let's promise something" he says, whispering against your hair. "Let's talk before things get to this point. If something bothers you, tell me, and I'll do the same"

You nod against his chest, feeling relieved to hear those words.

"I promise" you reply, clinging to him tightly.

His arms come around you again and you feel yourself melt under his touch. Gavi is soft, gentle and sweet. And you love that.

"And I promise I'll always wash the dishes from now on" he adds, with a touch of humor in his voice that manages to get a small chuckle out of you in spite of everything.

You both stay like that, hugging, letting the tensions dissipate. You know you still have room for improvement but you also know that, as long as you are willing to work together, nothing can affect what you have.

The silence in the room lingers as you are cuddled together. He watches you from above, his fingers stroking your back, your arms, your chest. He leaves little patterns on your skin, running over every nook and cranny of your body. You smile. He smiles back. The two of you look at each other and touch again. It is inevitable.

Your body is on top of his, one of his legs is wrapped around you and your hands rest on his firm chest, caressing his pecs. You talk for a while, then kiss, then just lie there. Pablo keeps running his warm hands up and down your arms, resting occasionally on your hip as he kisses your forehead or hair, then back up your back slowly. If touch burns on your skin, but it's the kind of fire that feeds the flame in your heart.

Then you apologize again, talk, joke and kiss again, in a loop. It's warm, perfect and beautiful. You two love and understand each other, yes, you argue but it keeps you stronger than ever, just like right now.

One of his hands goes into your hair, the other resists on your lower back, massages your scalp while your fingers move on his chest. That starts to make you sleepy, you close your eyes but you don't want to stop seeing Gavi, so you open them again.

He spots you and laughs. You lift your head and his eyes are waiting for you, loving, watching you.

"You can rest, baby" he whispers, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

"See you tomorrow, Pablo" you whisper barely.

"Good night, baby" he kisses your forehead again affectionately.

You settle into his chest again, letting the sound of his heart soothe you. His other hand continues to stroke your hair, and you can feel how his caresses are slow and full of affection, as if he wants to make up for everything he has made you feel. His fingers press your skin to your waist and you feel filled with his love.

And in that moment, even though you know you still have things to work out, you feel that everything will be okay. Because you are together.

[rwshfordgirl]

"I HOPE THEY LIKE ME."

all images were taken from pinterest.

where he meets her parents for the first time.

pairing: hector fort x reader!

a/n: the last one 💔 i feel like i could have developed it more but i hope you like it.

𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

"Cariño, you look good in anything." I said looking at my cell phone screen watching Hector try to choose an outfit. "I just want to make a good impression." He said as he changed his shirt for the thousandth time.  "Just wear the clothes you normally wear, my parents don't care about that." I tried to calm him down.

My parents know who Hector is, I just don't know if they remember him, but we studied together in the early years of school. We weren't close, but we stayed together because of our friendships. I lost contact with him when I moved to Valencia because my grandmother had become ill and my mother decided it was best for us to stay close to her, and she certainly wouldn't live in Barcelona even if you offered her all the money in the world.

So I spent four years there, I would come to Barcelona every now and then to sort things out with my parents but I didn't stay for long. I remember when I left, my friends organized a farewell snack after school, it felt like I was going to the other side of the world. And my favorite memory of that day is Hector saying, "I'm going to miss you so much, don't forget me." And I replayed that phrase in my head every day before I went to sleep.

Until I got back to Barcelona, I went with some friends to a birthday party for someone I didn't know and do you know what was the first thing I saw? Hector Fort, leaning against the wall and laughing uncontrollably at something his friends had said to him. He stopped laughing when he saw me, waved and came walking towards me excitedly, the huge smile on his face almost made me fall apart. "Why didn't you tell me you were back?" he said hugging me.

That hug changed my life. After that we spent the night talking, every detail about how our lives had changed was shared. Before I knew it, I was already going to Barcelona games, I sent him good luck messages and worst of all, I lied to my parents every time I met him. 

But it was on a random Wednesday where I was sitting on the couch watching a movie with my mother, I opened my cell phone, went into the gallery and turned the phone towards her. "Your son-in-law." She almost spat out the water she was drinking. "Seriously? Why haven't I met him yet? Why hasn't he come here yet?" Later that day, my father came to my room. "Your mother told me about Hector." I smiled, but the tone in his voice was serious and I felt apprehensive "I'm only accepting this relationship because he's one of ours! Visca el Barca." He made me laugh and then closed the bedroom door.

"You're coming to my house on the 15th, don't forget." I sent him an audio message. "Why? Are your parents going to be there?" He replied by text and then sent me a playful photo, but I could already feel that Fort was nervous from the start. "Yes boy, they want to meet you."

Hector arrived about forty minutes after the video call, I was waiting for him on the porch. "I told you you looked beautiful either way." I kissed him as he approached, in his hands he had a bag and a bouquet of flowers. "I'll give you your present later." he said as he held out his hand to me. I gently pulled him into the house, my mother was finishing the food in the kitchen and my father was watching the news in the living room.

"I hope they like me." he commented and I smiled without showing my teeth, I gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "it's impossible not to like you." I replied. My father looked at us when he saw us approaching, he promptly stood up smiling and already offering his hand to my boyfriend. "Hector Fort in my house, what a privilege!" he said and I felt Fort's cheeks blush "Thank you for having me, sir! I was looking forward to meeting you." Fort was so nervous, I wanted to hug him "We've only heard good things about you! I hope you and my daughter work out." my father patted him on the shoulder.

My mother appeared in the room all happy, she greeted Hector with a tight hug. "Make yourself at home." she told him.  The player gave her the bouquet and an autographed Barcelona shirt to my father, and I knew that he had won my parents' hearts. My mother loves flowers and my father loves Barcelona.

"My brother-in-law just lost his position as favorite son-in-law to you." I commented before giving him a peck on the lips. "He's going to hate me." Hector commented. "I told you it's impossible not to like you."

[dailydoseoffanfics]

⭐️ SELF AWARE FORSAKEN AU (GENERAL HEADCANONS)

⭐️ a/n: my first x reader post that i actually wrote (i think) heh. /silly ANYWAYS this idea has been my brainrot for a while and TBH i'm not sure if I'm able to execute it well but. fuck it we ball 🔥🔥🔥🔥 ALSO I'M ONLY GOING TO DO NOOB, TWO TIME AND CHANCE FOR NOW CUZ THEY'RE THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT I HAVE SOME IDEAS FOR.... (DON'T WORRY I'LL MAKE ANOTHER POST ABOUT THE OTHER SURVIVORS AS WELL)

⭐️ warnings: possibly ooc but I DON'T GIVE A SHITE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥 (kinda), also really fucking long

⭐️ reader is gender-neutral so they/them pronouns are used!

You're a really normal fan about a Roblox game called "Forsaken".......yeah.....totally a really normal and sane fan about that game. But lately, you've noticed something weird about the characters you're playing.

The characters have varying reactions into finding out they're being controlled by something....or someone (you).

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NOOB (Noob uses they/them pronouns btw if ya'll forgot!)

Bro has NO clue what's happening right.

It was that one specific round, the usual running away from killers, hiding behind walls hoping that they don't get spotted. It just another round. Or so they though.

During that round, while they're in hiding, they felt some type of.....warmth.

They ignored it at first. Could be just instincts.

But this warmth was....growing? In a way that this warmth was growing stronger, and they feel this type of.....force.

It was controlling their movements, and Noob could hear a faint voice.

Noob is looking around, their mind running places. What is going on? Who is controlling them? And WHY are they doing this???

Noob felt their fear increase. It was already bad that they're getting chased by killers every single round, but when they become aware of this type of, weird force, that's somehow controlling every single of their movement, and hearing a voice that's so far yet so close? Not too mention that Noob didn't even know who you are, no face, no name, nothing. Noob just thought that they lost their mind for good.

What's even worse is that they don't if they can actually trust you. For all they know, you might be some kind of sadistic person that controls people for fun and takes pleasure in seeing people suffer.

That's why Noob tried to stop whatever force this is. Keyword: tried.

No matter how much effort they put into escaping this grasp, like trying to go into an opposite direction or just standing still, it wasn't enough.

Eventually, when the round ends, Noob is just in their designated room, laying on their bed, wondering what in almighty christ just happened.

Their mind kept replaying that incident. Genuinely WHO WAS THAT PERSON? AND WHY WAS THIS PERSON CONTROLLING THEM? WHAT DID THEY EVEN DO TO BE SUBJECTED TO...WHATEVER THIS IS???

Their paranoia is multiplied by 10x. Every new round, their face is noticeably more fearful, they're more jumpy, and they're looking around EVERYWHERE. They look like they're on a brink of a mental breakdown. Usually the other survivors got used to Noob's shakiness, but when the survivors noticed Noob getting jumpscared by literally any sounds, that's where the suspicion comes in (Two Time was the first to notice).

Even if Noob feels dread whenever they feel that same warmth, somewhere deep inside of their mind, it feels..... oddly calming?

Overall, Noob is NOT having a good time. Noob will flat out NOT trust you in the beginning, and probably thinks you're up to no good, so they'll try to avoid you as much as possible (even if they fail everytime). You're gonna have to be REALLY patient with them, Noob being trapped in this time-looping game is already bad enough for them. (Think about this video LMAO)

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TWO TIME (also uses they/them!)

Two Time is......perplexed. They don't know how to feel about this.

Before Two Time gained awareness, Two Time noticed Noob being more jittery than usual. So they confronted Noob about their behavior lately, and (tried to) comforted Noob. (I headcanon Two Time to be a pretty observant person, and while Two Time is usually closed off, they interact with Noob the most. Second being Elliot.)

So this situation about some kind of....force....controlling Noob? Hm.

Two Time thinks about that interaction, and doesn't just brush that conversation off. They will keep in mind of that, questioning about this "force", with furrowed eyebrows and a questioning gaze on their face as they walk down the hallway of the cabin they live in with the other survivors. (I also headcanon Two Time to be kind of...an overthinker. A great listener, but I think they would think too much about things. ALSO also feel like they're generally an anxious and paranoid fella, and it's canon that they're a little crazy in the membrane, so uh, they're pretty much unstable.)

And that's where it happened. Right after that interaction with Noob with a new round started, they felt warm. The type of warmth Noob described, a type of force that's controlling them.

Two Time felt their blood ran cold. Oh...wow. Two Time understands Noob's fearfulness now.

Immediately doing everything on their willpower to escape out of this force even just for little. They're LOCKED THE FUCK IN trying to stand like a statue (with the survivors giving Two Time weird looks and YOU, my dear player, being confused by this absurd behavior your character that you're playing as right now is showing).

Unfortunately, Two Time's attempt was futile, as their legs are jerked forward, forcing them to participate in the round. Throughout the round, Two Time's mind is running a marathon, while also making more attempts to get out this..warmth feeling off of them.

When the round ends, they would....keep this as a secret for some reason. We all know that Two Time's an enigmatic person, they want secrets to be kept as secrets. (Even then, their weird behavior earlier might've confirmed Noob's suspicion that there was, INDEED, something is controlling them.)

I feel like bro would just go from "OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS SHIT HOLY SHIT I DON'T LIKE THIS PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE" to "wait.....what if they're some type of god...omg am i the chosen one ?!?! 🤯🤯🤯"

So the more rounds you played, the more they're starting to think that you're.....a type of deity. And they're slowly starting to stop their escape attempts of the "force".

It's canon that Two Time used to be a part of a cult that believes in the concept of respawning, and this belief grew stronger as time went on, so Two Time thinks that they've been blessed by the gods, and while Two Time can't really hear well of what you're saying, YOU might possibly get them out of this hellhole.

So basically, they slowly went from dreading your presence to......seeking your presence.

Doesn't help that they're pretty unstable though. My guy's gonna look STRAIGHT at you the screen with a smile that you don't whether they despise you or they worship you, which scares the LIVING shit out of you, making you exit out of the game QUICKLY.

And when you exit the game, the warmth automatically disappears from Two Time......which Two Time immediately felt disappointed with. They didn't mean to make you scared! They just wanted to know more about you!

Yeah, Two Time's bummed about that, but now, you're on their mind, and their feelings is having a battle of whether they should be weary of you or trust you.

(Will they eventually be obsessed with you and be desperate of your approval making them do anything, and by ANYTHING, they do for you? Maybe......possibly......likely....)

Overall, Two Time won't trust you at first. But overtime, they'll think you're like a deity or something similar, which is where they'll let you do whatever you want with them. (And where their obsession slowly starts.)

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CHANCE (canonically uses he/they!)

Chance is.....confused by all of this.

Chance was the third person to notice Noob's weird behavior. Overtime, they also noticed Two Time being...more in La La Land as well.

Chance just shrugs it off. Eh, he just thinks both of them are generally paranoid, and doesn't think too much about it.

HOWEVER, something weird happened to Chance today. When a new round started, they felt something.....odd in their body.

They felt warm, but a type of warmth that is....controlling his movements.

.......Ooooookay. This is weird.......... DEFINITELY weird.

Chance is caught off guard by this, and while some type of force is making him go to who knows what, his mind is jumbled.

Bro is CONFUSED, BEWILDERED, SURPRISED. He's having profound feelings of confusion.

They would be a teeny tiny bit scared at first, because, WOAH, HOLY SHIT, WHAT IS GOING ON????

But eventually, they would become....curious about this force.

Not only do they feel this type of warmth, but they also hear a voice as well......the voice's too muffled. Chance thinks it's probably his luxurious headphones, so he takes them off. The voice's still too muffled, damn. (You definitely noticed Chance taking off their headphones. You immediately go suspicious. Is your mind playing tricks on you or was this just a new animation apart of the new update that the developers forgot to mention?)

I feel like Chance would be the most calm about this. His canon personality type is ENFP, and ENFPs are usually social and open-minded, so I definitely see Chance wanting to know more about you. He doesn't think of you as a scary individual, and yea sure, he may be a little bit on edge, but he feels like you don't seem to be a bad person, which is why Chance becomes interested in you.

Chance would try to communicate with you by looking at the screen and giving you a smirk......which you immediately close your laptop.

Chance feels the warmth disappear, he feels like that one Spongebob meme that has a teardrop, while you on the other hand, feel like you're going insane.

Welp, guess he's gotta find a way to talk to you without making you feel scared.

He wonders if you'll like his pet bunny, Spade.

Overall, the most chill about this situation. He wants to interact with you more.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

Hey anon here

I know I will be sounding very stupid here and as much as I love being a delulu fan but I know how the bl industry works and as for a fact the entire entertainment Business for that matter, it's about engagement and fan services, I saw almost all the couples of gmmtv put stories about their dates and how they celebrated their valantine with each other but then realistically speaking I know for a fact most of it was fan service coz no way each cp in a company is dating each other so what's your take on this whole thing, also I'm not saying they are faking it or something like if some of them are dating then that's really good but all of them it's hard to believe

Also I'm a firstkhao fan and well as much as I wanted them to post something just to feed my delulu but then they didn't and that's so them and how many chances do you think of them dating two different people is true as I saw on fan speaking about it and I know it was for fun but then why not it's their Life after all and we are just fans who live them together

Hi anon.

So, I’m not going to say I know much about how CPs and the entertainment business work.

However, I think you are right in saying that most official CPs (and even some who are not - like Kapook and Ciize!! 😉) put up some sort of photoshoots or coupl-y type of activities (either going for dinner/sunset dates or making reels of giving each other beautiful bouquet of flower etc.) are doing a level of fanservice - be it for the fans to squeal over, promoting their upcoming series or to attract engagement to better their work prospects.

But I also feel most of these CPs are genuine friends in real-life and for them, doing these sorts of activities are fun for them. After all, you get to hang out with a close friend whom you cherish, even if you have to put up a photo (or 2) +/- video reels on your social media as an “obligatory post.”

What I do feel somehow sad for the CPs are when fans (+ media outlets) keep asking insistently “what are your plans with so and so?” - I’m pretty sure JoongDunk got asked multiple times these questions leading up to Valentine’s Day. And then asked again during their recent work event on 14/02/25 - what their Valentine’s dinner plan is? What gifts did the boys buy each other? How do you guys show each other your love? (Or something to that effect) - cause I saw Dunk (to his credit he was very professional), answering that Joong’s way to show love is by physical affection while he showed his by cooking/baking with Joong always the first one to taste his food.

Maybe I’m in the minority, but my personal opinion - if the CPs want to tell us, they can do so without anyone else badgering them about it through their social media posts at their own time and choosing.

As for FirstKhaotung (they are also my OTP 😂anon!!!)…I admit I was puzzled when the fans are disappointed about the lack of “Valentine updates” from them.

Firstly, both boys wished the fans “Happy Valentine’s Day” on Twitter (even if First was trolling us with a picture of P’Tha in the middle of him and Khaotung 🤣)

Secondly, both boys posted IG updates of them wishing the other Valentine’s Day with song choices that I could only interpret as love confession to each other… 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Thirdly, are we all that surprised the boys don’t put up videos/pictures of them giving each other flowers/chocolates? (Or doing couple photoshoots?) - I get the feeling they are just happily nesting in Khaotung’s brand new house with 3 fur babies around them while playing video games after perhaps brunch/lunch + shopping together (cause let’s be honest, that will be their version of a perfect Valentine’s Day).

So , Iike you anon - I am not surprised by the minimal Valentine posts/photos from them (in fact, I was pleasantly shocked the IG posts from them happened at all - which led me into more delulu land hahah)

As for them actually dating another person 🤷🏽‍♀️…who knows. If/when it happens, I’ll cheer them on. However, all I know is that whoever is dating First/Khaotung, will actually be dating them as a set rather than one person 😂. My head canon is that F/K going on a date with someone, and the bestie who is NOT on that date will just tag along anyway 🤸 …

[mehiwilldoitlater]

I'm back with another crossship idea. Now I don't know how other people would feel about this but it honestly makes me happy😁

Be super honest on this one. If you don't like it then ignore it, but what version of Wukong do you see with Okami. (If she had a human form) Aka Amaterasu, aka Amako, and Ammy.

If you don't know who Amaterasu is then I'll enlighten you. Shortly put, she's a Japanese celestial goddess of the sun. Although known for in Japanese folklore and religion, however most of those outside of Japan would have come to know her for the game she's in, Okami. She even has a son called Chibiterasu. (In game of course)

I can't explain why I'm asking this in case of spoilers. But I am interested on how Wukong and the Pilgrims would react to her because of how powerful, that she's a celestial goddess and for how regal looking she is. I say that because she actually does look like that in some artwork for her as a human.

As for personality, appreciate Amaterasu is describe to be warm, gentle, mature and joyful. (Going by Google on that because I don't know otherwise)

Though in game she also can come across as someone who can't be bothered sometimes and would just attempt to have a nap, because she's old😅

I mnever got the chance to fully immerge myself into Okami, depsite being an interesting video game.

Firt of all, wich Wukong i put in this scenario?

This fellas. Why?

Let's start with one fact: he's an huge idiot and i love him for that.

And about Amaterasu?

Well, when some demons attacked ot try to take away Tripitaka, no one expected of a large white wolf, surrounded by flame to came out from nowhere and help them out. And, of course, no once expected it to take the form of a human woman (with still some wolfy details).

It's not a romantic ship, mostly a platonic one. Why? It's the caring and loving thing that make him crumble. She's caring towards him., acting like a big sister.

One of the thing he prefer to do with her, alongside fighting monster, his some grooming session where he can vent pout everything and she can take a good sleep.

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[cleolinda]

SILENT HILL 2 UPDATE: I am currently at the Lakeview Hotel, which means I'm in the (still very long) home stretch.

I have gotten through The Most Upsetting Boss in the Game (Angela subplot), and I played it twice, and I did practice commentary for it each time, since it's got some very sensitive subject matter and I wanted to work on expressing my thoughts clearly, you know? But also, I played it twice--I beat it both times--because I was terrible the first time. See, I don't like leaving an area or a boss fight until I feel like I've learned the skills it's trying to teach me (remember: I started with zero skills). The Abstract Daddy fight was mostly about dodging, and I was awful. Great with the Pyramid Head dodge timing; just absolutely terrible at maneuvering around a thing that can get close to you. So... the second time I played it was total chaos. I think I broke the game. Just constant clipping as I manhandled this poor video game with the feral Karen energy of the most aggressive mom on the playground ("HIT HIM!! YOU GOT IT!!!"). I actually would like to post video from this, but the boss design is really upsetting, so it kind of has to stay in the context of the story discussion, which means the video would be a full hour long, and I can post that, but also: it's a lot.

(I seem to have two gamer modes: loud-ass chaos elemental, and silent stealth in the dark. I did decently well with the Eddie boss fight, except that he soaked up my fuCKING AMMO, because I decided to hang back against the wall with my flashlight off and just... wait. There was no circling and getting lost and panicking; I just waited for him to reveal himself and then shot at him. A lot. The timing was still difficult, but it was a strategy that suited my "strengths.")

I've been recording everything I've played for my own reference--it's wild to watch it back and see all the monsters sneaking up on you that you didn't notice--so that I can review it before doing Actual Commentary, starting next week. ( @idoherty451 is starting his on Wednesday, and so I'll probably have mine up on Thursday or Friday?) And I'm going through those videos to find some short bits I can clip out and post (Toluca Prison In The Whole-Ass Dark went well). I did finally figure out how to fix the jumping video problem: it doesn't happen if I open the game through Steam rather than as a stand-alone program. idk idk. So, unfortunately, my earlier adventures with Maria are still jumpy, but I could clip a couple things from that. For the most part, though, it's a lot less hapless screaming as I get better at playing, and that's why I haven't posted any audio since Pyramid Head. Which is okay, I think, since I'll be doing Actual Commentary next week. Knock on wood that nothing happens to me before then (I don't care for the storms that've been forecast for tonight).

[artforsimps]

I’d try to have one on one days with the kids to help them readjust to the real world and I can just imagine bringing the kids to the movie theatre and Doey is laughing his ass off in a trench coat like “yes one single adult ticket to sonic please and pop corn and a slushy that I can fill up with every flavor.” And I’d just hold up my phone with the correct number of tickets I bought online and the attendant would be confused for a minute and just play along getting the snacks and whatnot.

I’d take catnap to the library to pick out books for bedtime since he wants to help them sleep the safe way now. (Doey asked for word wizards and trust, I will buy a few copies just to have a backup. Sesame Street is already on a dvd box set)

For crafty corn it’s obvious, craft store.

For little kissy missy I’d take her to a fabric store to pick out patterns for pajamas and fabric that wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

Hoppy hopscotch and kickin chicken are going to the sporting goods store.

Dogday’s gonna pick out board games the kids might like for winding down, and would absolutely get a ring toss game since you can play that sitting down. (Kickin and hoppy tricked out his wheel chair with stuff from their day)

Id totally take pickypiggy to jungle Jim’s, cause I can do whatever I want, and let them run around the store filling the cart with whatever they’d like (after going so long not knowing where their next meal would come from) and get back home to see that this is just gonna have to be tradition for one on one days because all the kids thought of each other and got something they’d think the others would like.

For birthdays I’d want to rent out a trampoline park but I think that’d be overwhelming so instead I’d take them to a normal park where it’s more quiet and open. Less association with the last indoor playground.

I’m not bringing the kids to a toy store at least one of them is gonna wonder if the toys have souls and is gonna have a panic attack.

Once poppy recovers enough and has been writing letters to the kids for a while I’d start checking in on her in person rather than over the phone. I’d take her to an antique store on a week day so she could get compliments from little old couples. (Call me crazy but as an almost teenage girl stuck in an unassuming vessel, She has potential to be a good pickpocket but only for candy, Speaking from experience. She doesn’t touch money it feels gross. Candy is immediate payoff and she can bribe people into friendship faster with it). We find some old school assistive devices like in those old videos that help the smaller bodies get a bit more mobility.

When Yarnaby is out of the hospital it feels weird not having hair all over but they start knitting and find it very relaxing since it’s a repetitive but calming action. He’s not really too worried about the sharp metal sticks they’re holding but they save it for when they’re in their room and the others are busy. They need some alone time to themselves to decompress. If they need to calm down fast the have a Squishy crochet hook. The handles a ring they can chew on too.(i myself could use this to avoid gritting my teeth so much honestly)

[tyrantisterror]

Wife Goals Post-Mortem

Man, I love referring to something as a post-mortem. It's so needlessly grim.

I hope you all enjoyed Wife Goals! I will most likely never do it again. And if you didn't enjoy it, hey, good news, I will most likely never do it again! I put entirely too much effort AND emotional vulnerability into this silly fan project and, uh, yeah, probably gonna be a one-off.

So I'm gonna be indulgent one last time and mention some ladies who didn't make the cut.

Stella Richmond from Scarlet Hollow was soooo close to getting in. She's an incredibly well-written character and I love her very dearly, and not just because she allowed me to live out the fantasy of being asked to brunch by a wide-hipped brunette lady only for it to turn out to be an elaborate ploy for her to convince me to be her camera-man while she goes cryptid-hunting. The only reason I didn't include her in the lineup is that Scarlet Hollow is currently unfinished, and, like... with ladies like Karlach and Edelgard and, you know, The Princess (whose game was made by the same team as Scarlet Hollow), SO MUCH important stuff is revealed about them when the story wraps up. So much of what makes Karlach meaningful to me is how her arc finishes off in Baldur's Gate 3, and with how well-written Scarlet Hollow already is, I have no doubt that the ending is going to make some very important moments in Stella's arc (as well as those of the other characters). So Stella's gonna have to wait for her game to be finished before I can gush about her to the same embarassing degree I did with The Princess - but if I ever do a Wife Goals 2, she'll be on the shortlist.

I watched a lot of Teen Titans when I was a teenager, and as a result Raven from that show is just as near and dear to my heart (and formative to my romantic tastes) as Ryoko Hakubi and Hexadecimal. And she's definitely a well-written enough character that I could gush about her in detail - but she's also, y'know, a teenager, and it feels really icky to include a teenage character in something called Wife Goals. She's more "girl I would have crushed on in high school" goals. And while I feel it's perfectly normal to, like, have fond nostalgic memories about someone you crushed on when you were a teenager (real or no), we're on the Piss on the Poor reading comprehension website, and I don't want to give ammunition to the five or so people who hateread my blog and look for reason to crucify me because I talked shit about Star Wars once or whatever.

Alcina Dimitrescu from Resident Evil 8 is one of my favorite character designs of all time, and I love that we finally got a mascot monster in that series who's a big scary lady to go with all the big scary dudes. But while she is given some personality and motivations, there just isn't that much to unpack with her. She's an evil murder monster, she loves her daughters, she's loyal to her creator, and she bickers with her fellow boss monsters. That's basically it. All of my feelings on her could basically be summarized as "Tex Avery Wolf Reaction Gif."

So that's a wrap on Wife Goals! But what did we learn? Well, I think I can sum it up with this video I found:

[iconoclast-infidels]

Every death was different. Samael could vouch for that. Still, Dmitry was right about one thing. Nico did not trust the process. He trusted that Dmitry had never had a death under contract before. He trusted Dmitry was naive to the cruelties the process liked to put him through. It didn't matter how many times Nico got knocked down in this world and kept standing back up he trusted the universe was a malevolent trickster that liked to stick its foot out just to see how hard a fall he could push himself up from. So, it wouldn't matter if everything about this death went according to plan, and all was right with the world and set back in motion by the end of it. Nico would trust a time would come the universe would try to shake up that pattern on them just to see how strong they were.

Nico had a long hard sleep after his walk through the veil. It felt like he was asleep for days when his eyes finally opened. That wouldn't be the case. While Dmitry was apparently feeling light and new the exhausted halfling felt heavy.

Something was off. The body his arms were around didn't have the warmth he knew and loved. He sat up startled to investigate.

"Oh God no." Panic swelled his eyes not because his lover was dead, but because he didn't know for how long. Death he expected. He just also expected to follow him. He cradled the corpse and placed it on the couch with the most tender of care. He kissed it's forehead and said, "I'll be back to put you in your final resting place. I promise." Then pulled a throw blanket over him to tuck him in.

Then he tried to focus. Oh goodness he tried. Like a video game his energy was still too depleted for a beginner like him to make such a leap. Traveling in the veil was one thing, a jump to actual Hell was another. He was a living being with humanity in his veins. It required him more energy than most.

He kept shaking his wrists and shaking his head trying to shake the anxiety out and relax to focus.

"I'm coming baby. I'm coming."

He would look so determined and that slowly turned to frustrated after a few failed attempts.

"Don't worry baby. I'm going to get this."

He blew out a long slow breath trying to center himself when a strange glow came from behind him.

He'd turn around and there Dmitry was with Lisbeth shiny and new.

Every pissed off bone in his body got more pissed off at himself for not managing his one job, his ONE job. All the while everything in his body also relaxed because obviously Dmitry was okay.

"You're back already."

"Was it bad? Are you okay? I fell asleep. I'm sorry. I feel asleep. I didn't mean to. I fucked up. I fucked up hardcore. Did it feel like days, months, years there? Oh shit. I fucked up."

No two deaths were the same. Dmitry had learned this by now. It was a little like dreaming, full of symbolism and unexpected happenings. It never ceased to surprise him.

As much as Nico had been adamant about wanting to be with Dmitry, he was glad the halfling was getting some much-needed rest. Unlike Nico, Dmitry trusted the process. He knew that everything would be okay. It didn't cross his mind to assume otherwise. Not ever.

Dmitry saw the familiar bright light and knew, instinctively, that he was not meant to follow it this time. Another day, perhaps. In the end. Not today. Not next time, either. It seemed promising, in the same way that saying farewell could be promising.

The little angel eyed the dark path knowing where it led. It was not really a place he wanted to be, but he had agreed to this. It was in the terms of the contract, and he'd willingly taken it upon himself to be bound by it; A willing sacrifice. He took Death's bony hand, holding on tightly. Calm as he was with the decision he'd made, he couldn't lie and say he had no fear. There was always fear, always. The trick was in accepting the fear and moving on anyway.

"I'm ready," he whispered with a nod, confirming that he understood Death's warning and that he knew it was better to just get on with it. He walked along the dark path with Sammy in friendship, until the Angel of Death and him had to part ways. Death was not meant to linger; he merely guided. They'd meet again another time. Dmitry gave him one last look, a way of thanking him, before continuing the journey alone.

Some time after, past the necessary stop in hell, past its necessary protocols and the enforcement of the contract, Dmitry's path led back into the veil. Like sunrise, darkness became less dense with every step, brighter and brighter, until he reached the boundary. He crossed, met first by Lisbeth —ever loyal— who waited peacefully right there for his return. He smiled at her, crouching down to scratch behind her ears and allow her to greet him in return. Then, with the feline satisfied, they walked together back home.

Dmitry yearned to be in his lover's arms once more.

[deezy1478]

happy valentine's day! here's some husbands shooting the shit on their honeymoon:

“Was this the dumbest idea ever?” said Jim, wheeling his suitcase to one side as he looked round the room. It was the cheapest, most bare bones one they had – the kind they used to stay in when they traveled for a show, stretching the leftover money as far as it would go on booze and takeout and maybe a new video game when they got back home.

“The motel or marrying me?” said Dustin, closing the door behind them. Jim elbowed him in the stomach and Dustin took it in his stride, swinging his overnight bag against the wall and passing Jim with a hand on the small of his back. “Money changed you, man. Look at this – a microwave? A whole bed to ourselves?” he said, sitting down on it and giving an experimental bounce. The springs squeaked unpleasantly. “Aw, fuck yeah. That takes me back.”

He lay back against the pillows and held a hand out for Jim, and there was just barely enough space for him to wriggle against Dustin’s side until he found a position that didn’t make his back start to seize up. When he was settled they chatted a little about the more memorable motels they’d stayed in – the one with rats as big as Walter, the one that smelled mysteriously of cheese, the one where Jim had gotten bitten to shit by bedbugs the night before a match – and then they leaned back to find shapes in the water stains on the ceiling like they used to.

“Don’t ask me how I know this, but… that one kinda looks like Dan Barry’s dick,” said Dustin, pointing at a fat, blobby one near the window.

“Don’t ask me how I know this, but… yeah, you’re kinda right.” Dustin turned his head so fast his neck twinged and Jim’s mouth went all tight, letting him stew for a good few seconds. “He sent me a picture once. By accident. Meant to go to Jess but he hit Jim.”

“Uh huh,” said Dustin. “Mm hm. That right.”

“What, you think he was shooting his shot?” said Jim, turning and grinning at him. “You’re saying I missed the Dan Barry train?”

“I think you did, dude. Could’ve ridden that thing into the sunset.” He gestured to the ceiling blob. “Could’ve ridden that thing into the sunset.”

Jim shuddered and elbowed him again.

They ordered takeout and Dustin collected it from the front desk – a couple of Taco Bell value boxes and a Red Bull each from the vending machine in the hall, really leaning into the bit – maybe a little too hard, Dustin thought as they both lay back on the bed when they’d finished and the lumpy mattress dug in between his shoulders, but whatever. They’d both been feeling a little nostalgic in the run-up to the wedding, driving off-route a bit on the way to the motel from the courthouse so they could pass by the old Legion Hall in Hellertown where they’d both been booked on the same card for the first time.

“Hey,” he nudged Jim. “Do you actually remember that day? The Chikara Young Lions tag thing?”

“Sure,” said Jim, because of course he did. Dustin had been sifting through his memories since they’d pulled up outside it, trying to pick out those specific couple matches from all the others he’d had in there over the years and hoping he’d remember a flash of bright blonde hair or a weird, honking laugh from across the changing room, but nope. At this point it all felt like it had all happened at least three lifetimes ago.

“Do you remember me there?” he asked.

“Yeah,” said Jim, because of course he did. “I watched one of your matches from behind the curtain. Some guy in the crowd was trying to start shit the whole way through, shouting at you – and you climbed up to the top turnbuckle, looked right at him and yelled tug my balls, asshole. Then you did a moonsault and got the pin.”

Dustin smiled over at him. “And you saw all that and thought, I’m gonna marry that guy some day.”

Jim smiled back “Pretty much,” he said, and Dustin had to look away, back up at the ceiling – thinking about all the years stretching between that moment and their first kiss.

“Jesus. I was a dumbass for so fuckin’ long.”

“Nah,” said Jim, quietly. “Wouldn’t change any of it.” He knocked the back of his hand against Dustin’s. “But sometimes I think, like… what if we could’ve – y’know. If… never mind.”

“No, go on.”

Jim was quiet for a moment. “Do you ever wish…” he said eventually, “or do you ever think about, like – what would you do now with a twenty-two year old me?”

“Uh,” said Dustin, “probably give him a juice box. Y’know… ask what his favourite dinosaur is.” Jim snort-laughed. “Had your balls even dropped by then?”

“One of them had, for sure.” Dustin turned his head, grinning, about to ask which ball but Jim had a funny little look on his face that made him stall. “You really wouldn’t…?” he asked, trailing off.

“What, you think I wanna throw my back out trying to keep up with li’l baby Cipps?” said Dustin. Just thinking about it made him want to slam a bottle of Aleve. “Li’l flippy baby Cipps? Cartwheeling round the bed?”

Jim huffed through his nose. “I just thought… I dunno.” He looked back up at the ceiling. “I was like… bendier, back then. And stuff.”

Dustin reached over and gave Jim’s chest a slap like it was the hood of an old car. “Still bendy enough for me.”

“Yeah?” said Jim, and he tried to smile but something wasn’t quite right – something still lingering at the edges of it.

Dustin rolled onto his side and looked down at him – at the thin lines across his forehead and at the corner of his eyes; the creases that ran from either side of his nose to his mouth that he’d catch Jim pulling at in the bathroom mirror.

“Hey,” he said, cupping Jim’s jaw and tilting it gently towards him. “Gonna be after you in the nursing home, Cipps. Chasing you down with my zimmer frame.”

Jim laughed then, bright and goofy and wrinkly as fuck, and even after ten years it still hit Dustin like a mack truck that Jim had kissed him back on purpose, moved in with him on purpose, said yes on purpose, said I do on purpose.

And now he was lying next to him in a shitty motel bed on their honeymoon on purpose and looking up at him, waiting for whatever came next, and Dustin had no idea where they’d be in ten, fifteen, twenty years – God knows he could only hope they had that long – but he knew about the next few hours. He knew about the next five minutes. He knew about the next few seconds as he leaned in and kissed Jim, wrapping an arm around his warm, narrow hips.

[blossoms-phan]

radical conceptussy: dan continues the tradition of tour film dumps. they post ig stories all the time, but film dumps are few and rare, one for every month or so or general area of the tour. think about the wad tour dumps: pictures are a mix of silly fun travels, solo moments before and after shows, and soft pretty moments, captured lovingly by crew and friends. except this time, they’re touring together. this is dan and phil “all grown up”. how open is the door going to be? think about all the devastating moments we’ve experienced in the last few months, but add the fact that phil essentially said they dgaf and he wants to live life to the fullest and not take anything for granted. this tour is going to be sooooo different and life changing for us as phannies y’all I can feel it in my bones. anyways back to the photos I had the clearest vision of the softest most adorable picture of them cuddled up together sleeping on the tour bus chucked into the middle one of those dumps casually because it’s not the craziest thing and I could definitely see them saying fuck it and deciding to share something like that. much to think about

[manasurge]

Just a bit of lore relevant vent art (with terrible proportions bc apparently I mess that up horribly when I'm tired ugh. Watch me regret posting this tomorrow. The head size is already driving me mad bc it's too big, and I can feel myself wanting to abort this mission already) of Mourynn just, lying down on top of one of those large elevated Pale Tree roots far above the Grove (and far away from everyone else), and during the time between the early years and before the Personal story. Caithe is gone (Destiny's Edge), Wynne is gone (bc well, y'know...), even Faolain is gone (bc of Caithe in DE), and she's just feeling miserable, lost, and alone. (Her hair is in between her sapling hair and the Zhaitan hair, so it's grown out a bit bc she's depressed, and she's meant to be in the new outfit she designed, but I'm in the process of redesigning it a bit, so I've made a few tentative changes for now. Her collar is now just an extension of her clavicle leaves which can be put up like a collar, or can be draped down over her shoulders or back)

[sillyuin]

(Stolen) tagged by: @ylangelegy

what's the origin of your blog title?: silly: because I think that word describes me a lot + yuin: a name I got from a "build your korean name" game. I loved that name so I wanted to use it.

favorite fandoms: I'm not that much into fandom but I was into Puella Magi Madoka Magica and I was very invested on it.

OTP(s)/shipname: I used to be a sucker for Lukanette (miraculous ladybug)

favorite color: rose quartz and blue serenity. I loved those colors even before been carat (it was destiny)

favorite game: Persona 3 Portable, Stardew Valley, Final Fantasy type-0 and literally any dress up game.

song stuck in your head: nowdays, break the ice by Britney Spears.

weirdest habit/trait?: I daydream, A LOT. If I'm ridding bike or walking, I'm creating scenarios in my head, ideas for writting or talks between me and God. I don't know how but so far this hasn't given me any problems.

hobbies: watching videos on youtube about life-style or essays, photography, drawing, programming in HTML and CSS, reading, journaling.

if you work, what's your profession? I'm a system enginner but haven't found a job, so in the meantime I do bakery, sometimes I work as receptionist in my aunt's clinic.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be?: full-time programmer, professional photographer or film-maker.

something you're good at: follow orders.

something you're bad at: spoken words, I'm bad at speaking and expressing things or ideas (ironic enough, I can talk a lot)

something you love: taking photos of animals and pets.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: the madoka magica lore and sewerslvt music.

something you collect: coins from different countries (I have few tho, is hard to get them), stuffed animals, notebooks, stickers and key chains.

something you forget: pretty much anything, but especially names of people I just met.

what's your love language?: gifts and acts of service.

favorite movie/show: Puella magi Madoka magica, The witch (2015), Perfect Blue, love like the falling petals, blue my mind and my comfort series, The Fairly OddParents.

favorite food: basically anything except for beetroot, but if I have to pick: hot dog, pizza and chinese fried rice.

favorite animal: dogs and snow leopard.

are you musical?: singing in the shower and playing kalimba.

what were you like as a child?: a loner, crybaby but someone with a rich imagination, not that I changed that much actually.

favorite subject at school?: arts, english and spanish. In college it was programming and pretty much anything with a lot of theory.

least favorite subject?: maths, chemistry and something in college that I can't quite remember, I think it was Logic gate??

what's your best character trait?: I think I'm a good listener and willing to help in any way I can.

what's your worst character trait?: I get overwhelmed with ease and if it's too much, I may freeze in the place.

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be?: not being sick with COVID ;-;

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet?: probably my my great-great-grandmother, she was a foreign woman whose family somehow ended up raised in latin america (she was dutch)

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love): The Xu Minghao Dilemma by shuaflix. That's it, that's the tweet (?)

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what's the origin of your blog title? it's a reference to my favorite NIKI song, sugarplum elegy. ylang refers to a filipino flower— the ylang-ylang.

favorite fandoms: i'm not in fandom as much as i used to be, but every so often i do go back to broadway 'fandoms'. happy 10 years to hamilton. man.

OTP(s)/shipname: i was big on fremione (harry potter) and enjonine (les miserables). dark times.

favorite color: orange or brown! specifically in the shades of #f28500 and #5e2co4, lol. i love color palettes.

favorite game: walk with me now, but harvest moon: animal parade. absolutely guts me that it was for the wii and is now virtually unplayable elsewhere.

song stuck in your head: for quite some time now, it's been 711 by toneejay.

weirdest habit/trait? when bored on transport, i play word games with anything i see that has letters i.e. if i see a plate number that says 'PUV', i have to think of words that start with p, u, and v before moving on to the next. no repeats.

hobbies: junk journaling, hand-building with clay, and baking anything that involves puff pastries.

if you work, what's your profession? a news story editor for broadcast television. communications consultant for a foundation, too.

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be? proprietor of a flower shop that's also a bookstore/library. alternatively, i want to teach english literature to uni freshmen.

something you're good at: making lists. love lists. of all kinds. on all platforms. if it can be made into a list, i am doing it.

something you're bad at: anything that requires consistency/forming habits. i'm bad at keeping up with things because i'm bigger on random bursts of energy.

something you love: a good poem. recent good read would be laura fargas' if there is a.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: the harvest moon/story of seasons franchise. also, button poetry classics.

something you collect: coins/loose change from different countries. cameras, too, although that one is less of an intent to collect and more of a hobby over the years. recently secured a kodak ektar half-frame i've been eyeing for months!

something you forget: what my closest friends do for a living. i know it in the vaguest terms, but i could not tell you for the life of me what they do at work.

what's your love language? receiving/giving gifts.

favorite movie/show: my all-time favorite movie has indisputably been the truman show (1998) for quite some time, while my favorite filipino film is distance (2018). the good place is my favorite series; chidi anagonye, the love of my life.

favorite food: naan or cua pao with absolutely anything. chicken ala king is preferred.

favorite animal: elephants or quokkas.

are you musical? can't hold a note to save my life, can't play any instruments. but i love, love, love karaoke.

what were you like as a child? a lot as how i am right now, although probably a lot more attention-seeking and dramatic.

favorite subject at school? to absolutely no one's surprise, english. in uni, it was specifically english literature. although something that comes as a close second would be my philosophy and theology electives.

least favorite subject? to absolutely no one's surprise (2), math. in uni, i didn't do very well in my spanish foreign language class and i passed environmental science by the skin of my teeth.

what's your best character trait? i like to think that i have a healthy curiosity for most things.

what's your worst character trait? as of late, procrastination i.e. thinking i have more time to do something.

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? i wish i had the energy to sort through my clothes closet.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? my maternal great grandmother. she sounds really badass (e.g. lived through the japanese occupation, raised 12 kids on her own, owned a coffee plantation).

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love): viv's (heartepub) something in the orange. i've already annotated it, but i stand by what i said back then— one of the best pieces of work you will find not only on svtblr, but on the whole damn internet.

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