#aH i just rambled but i'm not sorry cause you deserve this and more you deserve more recognition more love more attention!! i would truly

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Yallo!

A bit random, but do you ever think about how potentially tragic of a character Byleth is, and how it's all dependent on if they get to forge bonds and a new path in life as a professor as we can see from both games?

They get to stray away from the mercenary lifestyle, albeit it was forced at first, and the label that was forcibly placed on them(Ashen Demon) that caused them to be negatively perceived for most of their life. Nobody besides Jeralt, their father, bothered to understand them, because their lack of emoting well would just scare people and make them think they're some emotionless husk. No friends, no support system, just the sword and Jeralt.

Like it's really telling how their first dialogue option in 3Houses is "I'm a demon" factored in with Byleth being surprised in Hopes that people weren't treating them as less when recruited.

Honestly I'd argue Byleth is rather complex in a behavioral sense.

Ah, sorry for the little ramble. As you can see, I am obsessed with this autist.

OOh hello! Not random at all. And if it's random you're coming to the right place because I love randomness 🙌 Thinking about Byleth makes me SOOOOOOOFFFFFTTTTTTT 😭 ngl, they have become one of my favorite characters in the process of trying to figure out their character throughout the several gameplays. And Hopes made it a punch in the guts 💔 but also give us voiced Byleth YAY. Yes, I think about the potential tragic of their character, their past and specially in Hopes that wrecks my heart and makes me cry like a baby in some random dark corner of my room. That notion of their first dialogue with Shez when recruited about everyone in the camp being nice breaks my heart a bit because it implies that even when working for the opposite faction you choose, they didn't get to interact any of the other characters we know. Not Jeralth fault by actively isolating them since he tells them to "try to fit in" when finally joining our ranks and yet, if they're with the "enemy", their mercenary group is still isolated from the main army and don't get to interact much. And if they do, is just the random average soldier who gets freaked out by their unnerving-ness as it's been implied. Byleth haven't grown and developed like they did in houses, so they still struggle.

You're so right about their complexity of their behavior. In my way to discover the Byleth, I found myself relating to them A LOT. But also had to be careful to not "project" too much into them. I like to look at the game's options and considering part of something Byleth would say either way (because there's really not many options to pick, most of them go around the same), character reactions to them, hopes, and also heroes' dialogues. I think Byleth is a beautiful character that deserve more credit and more focus It'd be great for the Autism representation and bring hope to the autists out here lol

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Working on another MDZS fic ☺️

I literally just wrote this yesterday. WIP MDZS fic, based on some prompts I've been talking about. Something I am going to work on.

 It has been two and a half years since Wei Wuxian has come back thanks to the sacrifice of Mo Xuanyu.

  Wei Wuxian and Jin Ling stood side by side after finally conquering the yao during their night hunts together, also after a nearly fatal hit to Wei Wuxian because he had jumped in the way of an attack meant for Jin Ling. 

Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian had been spending a lot of time together, with the others, and most of the time Lan Wangji. Jin Ling had also learned many more tricks and tips from Wei Wuxian (when Jiang Cheng was too busy to help him or join them both); Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng were still slowly patching their relationship as best as they could. Baby steps and all. Jin Ling still kept night hunting a lot of times with the Sizhui and the others and training outside of his sect duties, and always learning from Wei Wuxian and learning more about the man who he had been taught to hate when he was growing up, learning he killed his parents.

It had never been that simple or clear cut. 

Jin Ling regretted stabbing him two years ago and felt deep remorse. Wei Wuxian would laugh it off but…Jin Ling knew it could have been very, very bad. 

Jin Ling decided then. “I have something I want to say. And don't…don't say anything. Don't be…you for just one moment. Even though I know it's a difficult task for you.” Jin Ling muttered the last part under his breath. 

“I know an apology can't change what happened, or erase it and I know you…you just pretend or say that it was nothing..or whatever. But..ah..” Jin Ling cleared his throat, looking down at his feet nervously, and felt his cheeks reddening. 

Wei Wuxian chuckled slightly at that. “What's this? What's got you all worked up, Jin Ling?”

“I'm sorry!” Jin Ling burst out. “I'm so sorry for stabbing you at Koi Tower that day!” 

Wei Wuxian flinched back a little at the reminder, also recalling the after image he saw in that moment. He was also shocked. 

“Jin Ling, no. It's fine. I deserved it and besides, it was nothing. I'm fine, am I not? I'm still here, Jin Ling.”

“-Don’t. Don't do that. Please.” Jin Ling held up his palm facing out, tears springing to his eyes, his expression part angry and solemn. “Don't brush what I did off like that! That's not okay! Why do you-? Just…don't. It doesn't change the fact that I did stab you and things could have ended up turning out very badly, and I was almost the cause of it. And you and HanGuang-jun…I almost.. I almost took you away from him again, and away from Sizhui and everyone. From…me and uncle. I would have robbed everyone of a second chance. And-” Jin Ling was starting to shout and was rambling but he couldn't stop.

Wei Wuxian just stood there staring at him, slack jawed as he ranted. 

“I know, I know it's just how you are…but do you think, even when you brush it off and say it's okay, it magically makes things better? Because it doesn't. I know it's partly to reassure us, or for us to not blame ourselves and it's what you were taught. If I was the one to get hurt or Sizhui, or even your precious husband, you'd have feelings about it right? You'd be worried, angry, and protective, and looking for ways to make it better. That goes for us too. When you get hurt…seeing you hurt..it's not just painful to you but to us. You care so much more about everyone else than you do about yourself. But I..we care about you.” Jin Ling’s voice started to lower and crack, tears streaming down his face. 

“I-Jin Ling-” Wei Wuxian took a step towards him and paused, a pained look on his face.

Wei Wuxian had been horrified as tears fell from Jin Ling’s eyes and he reached out his hand, no longer smiling. He worried about him but he was also listening. 

Jin Ling paused, taking in a shuddering breath to try and calm himself down and instead of pushing Wei Wuxian hand away, he took a hold of the other's wrist and pulled him closer. Jin Ling's lips were trembling, holding back sobs and his eyelashes wet with tears. 

“You're so brilliant but also an idiot, Wei Wuxian.” He laughed a little, his voice hoarse. “That night hunt the year before for last year…was a really close call. You were in a really bad way. We almost thought you wouldn't make it. After seeing you like that, after protecting Sizhui and me that time too… and spending so much time roaming around together and the stories you told me of mother and father, and you, Jiujiu and A-niang-” He choked a little, sniffling. 

“For so long, it was just me and Jiujiu.. and then you came back and turned everything upside down and…you opened my eyes. And I also not only heard the truth after not knowing what happened but saw it through empathy on the night hunt you nearly… I know how much you loved my A-niang, Jiujiu and…I know everything about what happened and the choices you were faced with. And I want you to know…I don't think A-niang hated you, even after..I think she just wanted her little brothers back and to know what went wrong and why you pulled away. She knew you, that you wouldn't have intentionally hurt her like that. It would break you and it did…in the end. The first siege…”Jin Ling paused, and swallowed after seeing Wei Wuxian face go extremely pale. 

“I know.” Jin Ling spoke gently, after a long pause. “You-” 

Wei Wuxian vehemently shook his head and backed up. “Jin Ling.. you should have never been forced to see any of that.. and empathy..of all things. Jin Ling, that's not a technique you should have done and you-”

Wei Wuxian's memories of that time of last year was vague and blurry, he remembered saving Sizhui and Jin Ling and hearing his husband call out to him, hearing the worry and fear in his voice before Wei Wuxian passed out. 

As far as geniuses go, sometimes his rationality goes out the window when he sees the people he lives deeply in imminent danger, and he takes action without thinking during some of those times, instinctively. After everything in his first life…he couldn't bear to lose any one of them. 

Jin Ling gripped his wrist a little more firmly when Wei Wuxian attempted to pull back. Jin Ling refused to let go.

“The point is, is that…I'm sorry. And I'm so grateful.”

Wei Wuxian blinked, “what?”

Jin Ling smiles, tears still in his eyes, but no longer falling like they were. “I know you didn't ask or choose to come back. I'm glad you're here though. I got to know my Dajiu, the little didi my A-niang loved and risked her life for. And I know she would have done the same for Jiujiu. She would be sad if she saw the state of your relationship now though. But things are slowly getting better between you two, finally. Thanks to me, of course. Because you and Jiujiu are both idiots.” Jin Ling rolled his eyes. 

“Hey, you brat!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed with an obvious playful pout, back to trying to lighten the mood, and ruffled Jin Ling’s hair with his free hand. 

“I'm grateful to Mo Xuanyu too. Even though he had other reasons and possibly pushed into it, if he hadn't done the ritual…you wouldn't be here right now. And I can't imagine Jiujiu and I going back to the way things were now, not when I'm used to you being in my life. I like having you in my life, a part of my life. And I'm sorry we were both robbed of that chance by Grandfather and-” Jin Ling winced. It was still difficult for him to bring up Jin Guangyao. 

“Well.. anyway, try not to get yourself hurt all the time, okay? I know you attract trouble and all, but at least try.” Jin Ling complained with exasperation.

“I'm more than capable of handling things, Jin Ling. I've even been practicing again with my sword and thanks to..well let's just say this body's golden core has gotten much stronger.” Wei Wuxian winked. “And I still have-”

“Yeah, yeah. I know, the ghost path. Even then, you're still powerful but having power doesn't make you invulnerable, nor does being a genius since things will happen in life that we can't control. You are the inventive genius here. Instead of rushing to injure yourself for our sake, if it's possible then don't forget to try and find another way first. It's okay to put yourself first, Dajiu. I know that's easier said than done, because we tend to lose it when we care about others. I know it's easier said than done but…just try…please.” Jin Ling finished.

“Mmhm. And don't forget I remember the stunt you pulled to save your friends, Jin Ling. If anything has happened to you, Jiang Cheng-” would have never recovered. Wei Wuxian didn't finish that sentence. Wei Wuxian spoke seriously this time, scolding him in the same manner but more firm. 

Jin Ling looked down, and scuffed his foot across the ground. “I know. Fine. We will all try.”

Wei Wuxian smiled at him. “Jin Ling, both of your parents would be so proud of the man you're becoming. Shijie would be especially.”

Jin Ling stared at him in shock, tears trying to spill from his eyes again. “Do you mean it? Do you think A-niang would be proud of me?” Jin Ling’s voice sounded small and unsure. 

Wei Wuxian pulled Jin Ling into a firm hug, much like that time in the temple. “I know so without a doubt. Jiang Cheng too. He might not say it, but I've seen it.”

Jin Ling wipes the tears from his eyes, and gazing at him hesitantly. “And you? What about you?’

Wei Wuxian laughed. “You have to ask? Of course I am proud of you, Jin Ling. Absolutely.” Wei Wuxian grinned. 

Jin Ling blushed and turned his nose up haughtily, getting embarrassed and overwhelmed. “Whatever, Wei Wuxian! I have to go. I promised Zizhen I would meet him at the inn he's staying at when we were done.” Jin Ling turned and ran off in a rush.

Wei Wuxian laughed, watching him go.

Dajiu. Jin Ling had called him that. More than once. It made warmth flare in his chest and he was touched. He never thought Jin Ling would really want much to do with him, much less call him Dajiu. But it had been Jin Ling to reach out first on his own, to try night hunts with the two of them, and more with the other little ducklings that seemed to appear when he and Lan Zhan were roaming around. Especially his little radish Sizhui, Jingyi, and Jin Ling. 

Wei Wuxian gave a fond sigh. 

Look, Shijie, your son is growing into a fine man. I wish I had been there from the beginning but I'll do my best to be here for him from this moment onwards and Jiang Cheng. 

Always. 

Wei Wuxian turned, starting to hum the tune of his and Lan Zhan song.

The moon gazed down from above, the rays of light beaming from it seemed to glow even brighter for a single moment, like the beam of a smile before fading into a softer stream of light, lighting Wei Wuxian’s path home to his husband. 

-until next time (will be continued, angst ahead) and here is a link to the MDZS fic idea. Inspired by two Fics I've read by two separate writers. The latter half is stated but I forgot the first one, but well it's in the doc. It's about post canon MDZS post canon AU WWX gets his body back but...not in the way anyone expects. It will have a lot of angst and some fluff and healing and bonding moments and danger and all that. And I've been searching for fellow artist beta readers that may be interested in helping me edit seeking solace and help me plan out this fic and possibly help write it if I need some input and fresh ideas. ☺️.

I'll make another post later and add more songs that I feel fit the fic vibe and all that, Wei Wuxian's character, and etc.

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Some more body swap au stuff bc the angst for this is dope hahah

Abt Cynthia this time cans y'all believe it hahaha

Anyways

So while drawing I was thinking of notes to add for more info and such, and then I got to Cynthia and Wallace and like, man

Cynthia being grateful that Wallace has long hair so she can still hide her left eye. It's odd for her. She's not used being able to see w her left eye again, then again, it's Wallace's body. His body was healthier, sturdier, he wasn't blind on one eye, he didn't have scars on his face. And it was,, she wasn't used to it yknow, she wasn't used to not feeling phantom pains or any kind of pain really, she wasn't used to actually having good eyesight anymore. Like, looking in the mirror, she sees everything; she sees how flawless Wallace skin is, sees how well maintained his hair was, could feel how soft it was, his body was built, and that was to be expected really as he's juggling three jobs he has to keep fit. It was weird for Cynthia, but old habits die hard as they say, and she brushed her? His? Hair to the left side, covering her left eye, she thinks she doesn't deserve to see w her left eye again.

But then, it's tempting yknow, for once she felt like her body doesn't have to force her to rest, she feels great really hahah. So she finally got dressed, she remembered she has to take care of Lisia. Oh no, she doesn't know how to cook. God that's embarrassing, she always relied on her grandparents' cooking until now, and she did try cooking once but ah, well, let's just say the Celestic Fire Dept had to rush to their home

Shit well, she has to try at least, eggs and bacon are easy to make, even Diantha can make those! And Dia is one of the shittiest cooks within their group

So she tried, really tried.

"uhm.. uncle, is everything alright? You're kinda burning them"

"ah, yeah, I'm sorry! I'm just.. really not feeling that well, if I'm being honest."

"oh, why didn't you just say so? I'll cook for us! You just rest up!"

Cyn was having real ass mixed feelings cause for once, wow Wallace really was a good uncle he taught his niece how to cook, and she was doing great! And on the other hand, wow a child is a better cook than her. They had breakfast, w Cynthia trying to strike up conversation, asking Lisia what she's gonna do, who she's gonna be w, smth her grandparents always ask her and her sister whenever they went out when they were younger. Maybe Wallace would ask the same too. And it seems she was right, for Lisia it was a normal conversation over breakfast, she answered all the questions, even shared some stuff abt her last performance, and Cynthia made comments she thought Wallace would say.

Once that's done, Lisia got ready for her own stuff too, telling Cynthia to just stay home, "just call me if you need anything, uncle! I'll just get some pain relievers when I get home!"

"of course, thank you, you stay safe okay?"

"I will!"

When Lisia finally left, Cynthia rushed back to Wallace's room, looking for his phone or for his pokenav. Maybe Steven was okay, maybe he can help her. When she found it, she scrolled through his contacts, finding Steven's name, and she pressed call.

Two rings, then three, finally Steven answered.

"what?"

That.. Steven doesn't answer like that

"Steven?"

"what are you talking about? It's me, Lance! Wallace, is this you?"

"no, it's Cynthia!"

"...what?"

Cynthia groaned, of all the people Steven could've swapped bodies w, the gods decided to swap him w Lance?? She's starting to believe this was some sort of karma, especially after Lance was starting to ramble on too, going on how he doesn't know where he is, in some kind of cave maybe. Cynthia sighed, telling him to just stay there, she'll get him, and maybe they can figure out what's really going on. Arceus grant her the patience, today was gonna be a long day.

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new undercover lyrics (i guess)??

so uh. there was an attempt to try and make my ocs' undercover lyrics more similar to the new translation but! i have some things to say!

first of all. i am. not a fan of the canongram translation. it sounds really fun in theory, but to be honest, the new version sounds kinda.. weird and forced (?) to me, but that's a whole different story and if you ask me about it, you'll have to listen to a linguistics major's rambling and we don't want that. so yeah, this is one of the reasons why i didn't really want to do these at first.

second of all. these lyrics aren't actually "new", like, you can't think of them as the original lyrics' replacement. they're actually supposed to go together!

and uhh third of all, i tried my best to keep the lyrics close to the original ones, but it was really hard in some cases, so some of them really do sound a lot like the original ones, just with some changes (like akio), meanwhile the other ones sound completely different (like kei or aimi).

so yes, i've included the original ones here too so that it's easier to compare them :) hopefully, these new lyrics give you a few hints to their crimes/backstories! there will also be some (spoiler-free) explanations for them below.

Akio:

"UNDER, you're the only person I can trust, if you want to prove your loyalty to me, you should just bow down"

"UNDER, staying at the top is hard with him around. I'm still the only god you worship, right? Then bow down!"

Aimi:

"UNDER, I have everything I want, but why do I want to cry so much? If you're not my friend, you don't deserve to even breathe"

"UNDER, let's paint this portrait of our friendship together. The paint fumes are making you sick? Well I don't care"

Shun:

"UNDER, I want to forget this boring real world, it's nothing but disappointment. I prefer the fake world I've created in my head"

"UNDER, I'm trying to imagine you and me together but all I get is an error screen. This isn't the ending I want, let me leave this boring reality already"

Naomi:

"UNDER, oh, I made you cry? Why don't you tell your parents about it? Ah, you can't do it, 'cause you're dead"

"UNDER, I can't help but look at your empty desk again. Why don't you go and cry for help? Ah, right, they're still refusing to listen"

Kei:

"UNDER, I gave you what you wanted, so why do you say I'm evil? There was no "safe word", you signed up for this yourself"

"UNDER, everything around me is like a hot pink illusion. There's no sign of stopping, all eyes on me now!"

Eiko:

"UNDER, it's your fault for lying to me, an "invisible wall" won't protect you, I'm about to enter your world"

"UNDER, is it so bad to want to get lost in perfection? Come on, lie to me as much as you want, I'll punish you for it later"

Asahi:

"UNDER, you can buy the whole world for me, but it still won't be enough. Maybe I just want to see "her" again"

"UNDER, I always get so much from you, but I'm never satisfied. Spoil me more and more, is it my fault that I've never had something like this?"

Yurika.

"UNDER, I want to go back to those days, sorry, Dad and Mom, I don't think I'm ready to grow up"

"UNDER, the heart-shaped candies you gave me are still on my tongue. The bitterness of adulthood isn't the flavor I want"

Riku:

"UNDER, no matter how much I bleed, you still refuse to forgive me. Just go and listen to my song again"

"UNDER, so much pain, so much suffering, all that for nothing. None of it matters, so let's smile and jump together now"

Reina:

"UNDER, please, just end this already, before I die from being swallowed by my own guilt"

"UNDER, this guilt is crushing me, but I'll let it consume me. There's no reason for you to forgive someone like me"

Akio's lyrics were?? The easiest ones to change?? However, I really wanna mention that at first the lyrics were supposed to say "Staying at the top is hard with you around", making it harder to understand if Akio is talking to his victim at first and then starts talking to his follower or he's talking only to his follower. I feel like the new lyrics also have this more anxious tone, fitting Akio's T2 version, like, just compare "If you want to prove your loyalty to me, you should just bow down" and "I'm still the only god you worship, right? Then bow down!"

I.. I didn't have a deep reason to change Aimi's lyrics like that actually and I mostly did it because. Because paint. Yeah. But I tried my best to make both versions have this similar tone because it's a very important hint to Aimi's backstory.

I have nothing to say about Shun except yeah. Yeah his T2 MV's game-like aesthetic.

Yeah, Naomi's "new" lyrics sound much calmer JDKSLDLDL. Think of the original ones and these lyrics as like.. Naomi's real, angrier side and the side she shows to people.

There will be no explanation for Kei's lyrics because if I say even one small thing, I will spoil literally everything, but yes, both versions have a deep meaning and both of them reveal a lot about his crime and what kind of person he is.

Interestingly, Eiko's "new" lyrics also sound more chill, it's like the original ones sound a lot more angry, meanwhile these ones are like "Sure, keep lying, you'll be killed later anyway" and I find it really cool that both lyrics actually kinda describe her voice dramas and how she acts in them :}

Nothing to say about Asahi, his lyrics were also pretty easy to change.

This time Yurika's manager kinda gets mentioned in her lyrics, but the theme of her not wanting to grow up is still there. And yes, the urge to include her T2 song title was strong.

Now that I think about it, it's kinda cool how like.. Riku's original lyrics say "Just go and listen to my song again" and his "new" lyrics mention his T1 song title right after he mentions pain/bleeding, similar to the original ones. I won't say anything more <3

I find it interesting how Reina's lyrics also kinda show the difference between her T1 and T2 personalities: the original lyrics are basically begging the guards to vote her guilty, meanwhile the "new" ones say "This guilt is crushing me, but I'll let it consume me", kind of like "I don't agree with you at all, but I'll play along for now because I want to understand this whole thing more". Her saying "there's no reason for you to forgive someone like me" also implies that there's a more "logical" side to her personality, again, just compare those to "Please, just end this already before I die from being swallowed by my own guilt".

[pixystixxxdraws]

No you're literally so right, I know it's an unpopular opinion but I feel like there's only a handful of ppl into Case Files that try to think about Waver as a whole *person* and to acknowledge his relationship to Iskandar but not encourage its' consumption of him... so true bestie. I'm glad Aureum is on the same page cause I wish we could see more content of literally Anyone encouraging Waver to be his whole self and acknowledge his whole self without falling back on his 4th holy grail war regression... bc its just like you said!! Iskandar *didn't* want that for him!! Iskandar wouldn't want that for anybody...

I'm ngl I feel like whenever I see Waver content it's mostly Waver as the handsome guyfailure Lord El-Melloi II or Waver Velvet, master and best bro with Iskandar. Idk, I wish there was a little more...nuance? Waver's behavior certainly isn't healthy but I feel like he can't just forget those emotions either. I suppose I do want to draw more Iskandar though, I feel like I don't do him and Waver justice sometimes, at least in my art.

(this is no dig at other waver fans btw! waver is waver!)

Iskandar is a part of Waver's past, and deserves to be acknowledged as part of Waver in some way. But I also think having Aureum back would help Waver become more of a whole person because his relationship with her in the 10 years she's seen as "dead" is pretty much the opposite.

While Waver *tries* to investigate Aureum's disappearance, the Tremelliares are...let's say an open secret. They are based off conspiracy theories of secret organizations where they have a large amount of power in the mage society but people are afraid to evoke their name often. So it's safe to say Waver ran into dead end after dead end, and the fact he could only investigate her death when he was Lord El-Melloi II because he didn't know she was dead until then. And the fact that the last he heard of her, her brother at told Waver that Aureum was just using him as a place to escape her family...it left him hurt and confused on where they ever were.

Waver doesn't intentionally neglect Aureum in favor of Iskandar, but because of the confusing nature of her memory, it left her memory feeling painful to revisit, and that's why it takes him so long to fully know where she is...

Ah, sorry! Rambled again!

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The Dalwick Demon by Ashley Bennett

Um, I guess that's just how the image is going to show up then... sorry it kind of kills the normal format... anyways... I read this; it was another recommendation. This is one of those books where the review is no fun to read cause it's just "eh" and that's all there is to it.

This follows Iris who right off the bat is getting thrown into a deep cave accused of prostitution, thievery, and witchcraft - only two of which, she declares, are true. There she meets Selvyn, the Demon of Dalwick Cave. He is (what I'm sure is supposed to be impressive but leans more towards terribly ordinary) 6', with red skin, horns, and - for the first time in my monster fucker career, a beard. As Iris puts it, he's a perfect rendition of the devil, in looks that is.

Selvyn is very kind... I'm going to stop before I try and scrape the bottom of the barrel to try and enlighten these characters to you. This book is so fast paced that there really isn't a thing that sticks out from the plot, the characters, or anything other than how it's constantly moving forward and forward, and soon enough you're tripping over yourself trying to keep up with how fast this book is moving through this whole entire emotional escapade in 110 pages.

I like the premise and where it could go, I think the characters could be really good - the issue is that neither them nor you are given enough time with any of the elements to actually feel like something worthwhile was made of the very brief time you spend in each instance. To quote my trusted colleague, a best friend who got the short end of the stick and has to hear me ramble about every book I read, MIZZ TANKZ: "You're trying to build a story with great emotional prose, but you're not allowing any time to do it so it's like okay ?" Which is the best way to put it. Iris and Selvyn have issues, amazing, glorious, eat your heart out issues that I would love to see delved into and unpacked... instead they get a quick little blurb and there's no real payoff to it actually getting mentioned. It quite literally feels like "I deserve to be here as punishment for my mother's death.... (insert like one thing that someone says) ah yes, easy peasy I am healed and can move on" WHAT????

Anyways, it's a quick read if you need to kill some time but it's nothing that I would suggest putting in front of other books. It does have smut and that was pry the best part. 4/10

Would I read again? Maybe if it ever got reworked and fleshed out... otherwise no.

Would I recommend? If you need something to read quick and aren't too worried about being wowed, sure.

[pumpernickel-simswood]

I'm sorry for spamming the tag. I think I'll just put a few eps together going forward to make the tag less cluttered.

Episode 15:

-Now I want steak, thanks Steve lol.

-The impulse control on these gents. Aww, Steve. No, he's not your dad, he's your fucking friend and he cares about you, Nate >:( Steve deserves better. Oh man, that's some d&d pc behavior. That poor window did nothing wrong lol

Steve's Theme is pretty great.

Episode 16:

-Why is Jim's wedding photo in a kitchen drawer? That's very weird. Nate, you are certainly as arrogant as a Gryffindor. Why was there a woman's scream???

Episode 17:

-Steeeeeve, yes, Powerline is fantastic. Excellent taste in fictional bands. Good man lol. Fear reaction being singing is so valid. Steve's hate of Jim is incredibly weird and interesting. This man is having a Time.

Episode 18:

-If Steve is right about Jim, I'm gonna laugh so hard. A stack of lawn chairs is not weird, Nate. The door, on the other hand. Okay, the wall of clippings of missing and murdered people is definitely weird. It feels kinda like a wall of trophies tbh. Also, props for the soundscaping. Oh boi, a journal full of weird symbols? That's definitely a Leitner. Okay, full length mirror is- Uh, what was that? Ah, the entity who tried to kill Steve. Well then!

Episode 19:

-I really don't like mirror horror lol. The entity has Doppelganger/Stranger vibes. A knocking? The mirror maybe? Oh, a hidden hallway. . . The way the buildings change around them is really unsettling. Yeah, just enter the random hallway and doorway. Nothing can go wrong by doing that. I just want know what is helping the gents and why.

Episode 20:

-Yeah, um, this isn't good. The sound engineering is fantastic though! Hmmmm

Episode 21:

-So, did Steve just get thrown out the attic to the ground? Ah, fuck. Time loss again. Shit. Not a mention of Steve, huh Nate? And Jess has been wiped out of existence. More knocking. I wonder what's causing that. The entity is really trying to isolate Nate, that's fun. He really can't hear the knocking, that's interesting. And has no memory of Steve. Man. Man man man. That's weird, starts off as the first letter and then leads into a Lonely statement. Or a Lonely/Stranger combo. Which, valid. And that was probably Steve :(

Episode 22:

-That is so cruel, the situational irony. Good gracious. Nate! How dare you insult my childhood horror! Goosebumps and Courage are amazing! Just cuz you don't get it lol. It's weird that all these letters are from women. Every single one we've heard. Hmmm. Paul is a name that's been repeated for brothers twice at least. Which wouldn't be weird in real life, but given that it's a horror podcast... Bella is such a good dog. Oh shit, was that Paul? Nate's brother?

Episode 23:

-Sleep paralysis? Sleep paralysis. I wonder if whatever the entity is is what's controlling the weather too. Nate and Bella haven't been able to get far from the house. It's like the weather has a mind to keep Nate there. And finally, a knocking Nate hears. And the faceless being directed him to his phone. Interesting, interesting.

Episode 24:

-Give his memory baaaaaack. Correct, gender is unimportant to the gaining your memory back. Stop rambling, Nate, look at the phone. Oh thank goodness, there's some of the old stuff still on his phone. Good, good, good. Can not believe Nate has less agency than Jon Si- Puppy noises!!!! I'm sorry, *what* woods? Prentiss? Okay, that's pretty great. What a coincidence there lol. STEVE! NOOOO NATE! UGH! I'm dead on the floor. I miss Steve. Oh thank goodness you're gullible, Nate. Thank you for accepting the photo from our gent. Holy crow lol.

Episode 25:

-Alright, last one for now. Let's go. You have bad takes, Nate roflmao. Gamers rule. Nvm to the only lady letters apparently lol. There we go. He caught a lead. Finally. Hopefully he'll be able to make progress again. I feel like he was close to figuring something out before his memory got stolen again.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hear me out, for the prompts, 13 or 14 with Spamton 👀

14) "I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you."

.......

"[Y/N]!! I HAVE A [Specil Surprise]!! JUST FOR YOUR EYES ONLY!! PLEASE COME AT ONCE!"

Hearing the urgency in Spamton's voice, you got up from whatever you were doing and ventured into his room. You couldn't imagine what sort of "surprise" he had in store for you.

It could be anything, really. But you never expected it to be...strange-looking blue eggs that were just sitting there in the middle of the bed. The shirts, sticks, and scarves surrounding them were arranged to resemble a poorly made nest.

Was he..secretly part bird?

"Um..care to explain this?"

"WHY, IT'S PIPIS!"

"....pipis? Like the clams?"

"NO WAY, JOSE!! THERE'S NO...! THERE'S NO....! THERE'S NO PIPIS QUITE LIKE MY PIPIS!" Spamton jumped onto the bed and gestured wildly to the nest, like he was at some auction. "WELL? WHATDYA THINK? IMPRESSED?? SO [[%$#^]] SCARRED FOR LIFE? YOU CAN FRY 'EM AND...!! AND...!!!"

But as he rambled, you watched his expression carefully, noticing how his hands shook and he started to sweat. Not to mention his glitchy vocal tics were acting up already. It was starting to reflect on him physically, too.

You finally spoke up. "Spam, I'm not weirded out if that's what you're concerned about."

"...HUH? YOU'RE NOT GONNA [Throw Away Useless Trash]??"

"No? Obviously they mean a lot to you so..why would I?"

".........."

"Spam?"

Rather suddenly he plopped his rear onto the bed, a small bounce accompanying the movement. Now his glasses were dark, his painted rosy cheeks gone as well. He looked eerily lifeless.

In worry you sat beside him, before glancing back at the Pipis. Hoping he didn't mind, you took a closer look at the nest.

*Check

*"The original". An invasive species of freshwater clam

'Huh, not that helpful. Maybe they're a mix of seafood and bird eggs?'

You wouldn't put it past Spamton to sell some weird hybrid stuff like this. Though you didn't want to imagine where he got these from.

Maybe he didn't know that answer himself, or somebody didn't want him to tell you.

Feeling an abrupt weight against your arm, you snapped out of it and looked down to see him staring up at you in return. With that same soulless gaze that became less scary and more..saddened.

"This is all I have to offer...I'm sorry. It's pitiful and pathetic, like me."

"Wh..is that what you're worried about? Repaying me?" You set a hand on top of his head, ruffling his hair. "I mean..I'll accept this as repayment if you say they're useful-"

"AND THEY ARE!! I SWEAR!1 [[No Strings Attached]]!!" His colors returned, though his voice still trembled as much as his body. "I CAN...I CAN BE USEFUL!! SEE?! YOU DESERVE ONLY THE BEST [Goods And Services] FROM SPAMTON G SPAMTON--but I deserve nothing. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you...HAHA, WHAT?" Tears pricked his eyes as he forced a wide grin.

"I told you that you didn't need to worry about repaying me, but it's okay." You reassured him. "I appreciate it."

"I KEPT THIS A SECRET FOR [1997 Years] AND..AND YOU JUST [Accept Offer Immediately]???" He gawked. "I'VE USED THEM TO [Cause Excruciating Pain], FYI."

"Ah so they're for self-defense, too? That's cool."

It was clear that he was trying to make you dislike the Pipis, for whatever reason. But you weren't perturbed in the slightest.

"[%$&*]!! NOT WHAT I EXPECTED BUT...THANK YOU! I WILL MAKE YOU FRIED PIPIS FOR [Bed n' Breakfast Motels]!!" His smile turned genuine, relieved he could trust his Pipis with you.

"I look forward to tasting one." You chuckled.

[yuedama]

at your mercy

hard dom!yelena x gn!reader (female bodied)

synopsis : you loved being good for yelena, but sometimes you couldn't deny the fact that you enjoyed her putting you in your place just as much.

content : nsfw, degradation, clit slapping, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial ; use of the word 'pet' like once

notes : jus want yelena to be mean to me and tell me i'm nothing

yelena hated having you come to her as she finished her work til the late hours of the night. it was distracting, she says, and you would only become a reason for her to be irresponsible.

there are times though when she considered it a test of your patience. and, well, restraint.

during the nights when you were needier than usual, she loved seeing just how long you would last without any of her attention, how long you could keep yourself from being bad and eventually touching yourself.

it was a tough game for you, but yelena enjoyed every bit of it; from the flustered look on your face as she catches you breaking the rules she had so carefully set, to the mewls and whimpers you gave her as you pleaded for her forgiveness.

she hated having to discipline you for your ill behavior, for she expected you to be good for her always, but she also wouldn't be lying if she were to admit how titillating it was to see you all sullied and glistening like a whore beneath her, rambling repeatedly about how sorry you were and that you wouldn't do it ever again. something about it fed the sadistic hunger inside her.

tonight was like one of those nights.

“what did i tell you about coming to my office while i'm working?” steel eyes bore into your meek form, menacing and unforgiving, yet lustful and hungry at the same time as she drank in every inch of your skin that was revealed by the skimpy nightdress you wore.

“that i would only distract you and that i should wait in our bedroom like a good pet....”

“and what are you doing right now?” her voice, despite being stern and cold with anger, did nothing to intimidate you, if anything, it only fanned the flames of excitement burning in your stomach.

“i-im...please, 'lena, i need you,” glossy eyes looked up at the blonde, silently hoping she would see the desperation behind them. she did see, she could tell without even looking at you for she knew you like the back of her hand; knew just how to reduce you into nothing but a filthy mess begging for her touch like it was all you've ever known. “need you so bad!”

“poor little thing,” mock pity laced her voice as she leaned back into her chair and rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her hand to take a good look at you once more. it took everything in yelena to not pin you down on the wooden table and devour you right then and there, the thin fabric hanging loosely on your body left little to the imagination.

“have you no dignity?”

you could only shake your head timidly at them, the ache in between your legs only seeming to become more intense with each passing second.

“c'mere.” they growled, low voice echoing in the room, but you were far too lost in your thoughts to hear her the first time. “i said come here you fucking slut.”

you scampered towards the woman and made yourself comfortable on her lap, peering at her eagerly as your hands held her shoulders for support. however, your fingers were slapped away from her shirt as soon as they got there, causing you to retract them as a stinging sensation bloomed.

“don't touch me with your filthy hands,” yelena seethed into your face, the tone in their voice making you rub your clothed cunt against her thigh.

“'m sorry...” your apology was sincere, but yelena seemed to have none of it. her stare remained indifferent, though you were sure you saw the slightest glint in them as she bent you over her lap. you let out a yelp at the sudden action, but as you peered up at her you were greeted by an all too familiar, condescending smirk.

“you're being very bad, you know that?” she drawled as she slowly, teasingly, traced a finger down the curve of your back, gripping the flesh of your ass harshly before pulling your underwear down to your ankles. goosebumps arose on your skin as the cool air in their office kissed your dripping cunt.

“stepping into my office looking all desperate to get fucked—” a slap made its way to your clit, causing a loud smack to resound in the room, followed by your shaky whimpers. the bud burned from the impact, but god did the burn feel so satisfying.

“putting your hands on me without my permission—” squeals tumbled out of your mouth as you receive another smack, the painful sensation of her fingers against your clit euphoric. your limbs flailed weakly, fists clenching and unclenching as you didn't have anything to grip on.

“and now your cunt's making a mess all over my pants,” long fingers ran across your folds as yelena gathered your slick, scoffing at the way your body trembled deliciously on her lap, before pushing your juices back into your hole without notice. your body jerked forward at the sudden intrusion, hands coming to your mouth to muffle your sobs.

“y-yelena...mmph...” you shut your eyes, all inhibitions flying out the window as yelena repeatedly pushed her slender fingers in and out of your deprived cunt, curling them just a bit to tease your sweet spot. hot tears spilled down your cheeks as the stimulation became overwhelming, the blonde's ministrations easing the painful ache in your core in the slightest, just enough to rouse you to your high.

“fuck,” yelena laughed at your pathetic, twitching form, a sadistic glint flashing in her eyes as she watched the way your walls eagerly sucked her fingers. “you're so fucking greedy, i can barely pull my hand from your cunt.”

she sped up her pace, the pads of their index and middle finger brushing against your spongy spot as her other hand busied itself with groping your tit, sending you into a state of delirium. the lewd squelching of your walls along with your desperate pants for air resonated in the room as you felt the knot in your abdomen close to snapping.

your legs shook violently as you shut your eyes hard til all you could see was black, toes curling as a sign of your impending climax. the tension had been built for so long, and you could finally feel your release until—

“h-ha ah, yelena!” you cried as yelena withdrew their fingers from your dripping hole, voice raspy as your throat had gone dry from all the sobbing.

“look at your pathetic hole clenching around nothing.” your body, exhausted and limp, felt flush as you looked up at her and saw the way she was eyeing your entrance like it was the most intriguing thing she'd ever seen.

“y-yelena...why'd you do that?”

“ah, the filthy whore is speaking. you think you deserve anything after disobeying my rules?” yelena turned her head to meet your eyes, fingers gripping your chin as she pushed you off her lap and made you kneel between her legs. “you should be glad i even touched you; let alone give you my time.”

your swollen lips quivered as you looked up at her, cheeks wet and red, with slick weeping out of your hole.

“i promise i'll be good! just please, let me...”

“what? spit it out, i haven't all night,” she sneered at you with no interest, as though she was seeing dishrags and not her lover who was needy for her touch.

“please, let me c-cum.” you contemplated making any promises you were uncertain you could keep, though in your state, you were practically willing to do anything just for her to get you off. “i'll do anything, 'lena.”

yelena's eyes lit up at your proposal, a wicked smile spreading across her lips as you craned your neck to gaze at her just as a subject would to their god, devoted and completely at her mercy. the rumbling of your heart against your chest was loud as you anticipated her next words, watching her longingly as she licked her lips before parting them to speak.

oh, you were in for a long night.

[bunny-rambles]

YES!! LET US SHOWER RUE MORE AFFECTION AND KITHS HE SO DESERVE EJSKOAIA 😭😭👍 I love how the way you portayed them, bun!! it was so melancholy to the heart but sweet to the tongue that make it somehow bittersweet but pretty nostalgic for me 😫💖

Also, while I'm reading your latest fic, I was listening to the Reprise version of Part of Your World and Hksysksuso ITS SO PERFECT I WANNA HUG HIM SUSJSJ

That brings me back to my brainrot earlier when i was watching Little Mermaid with my baby cousin susksi like at first he wanted to take everything from albedo to himself, want to be him and do the things that his brother do, but when he met you, he now wanted to do it WITH you 😭👍 instead of being alone. He wanted to be in the sun with you, not in the frigid cold of dragonspine. He wanted to walk hand in hand with you. He wanted you to smile at HIM, not because he was pretending to be Albedo, but because he was Rue. Imagine him contemplating what should he do just to ensure you will stay beside him 😫

What would I give to live where you are? What would I pay to stay here beside you? What would I do to see you smiling at me? Where would we walk, where would we run, if we could stay all day in the sun? Just you and me, and I could be part of your world.

The last verse of the song hit differenly to me because I think here, Rue will at least come in terms that he would want to be a part of your world as himself, not as Albedo or anyone but he himself 😭🖐

I don't know when, I don't know how. But I know something's starting right now. Watch and you'll see, someday I'll be part of your world.

Anyway, forgive my preamble. I have no one to talk to with my brainrots bc im too shy n awkward 😅😅

- lurker anon

Aww lurker, thank you so much for the kind words !! I’m sorry this has taken so long to answer, I wanted to properly respond to all of it instead of doing it when I’m half asleep hehe

But the brainrot really made me smile,,, and yes omg it fits so well for my baby Ruby yesyesyes !!

I was trying to go for a similar idea of Ruby finally focussing on someone else other than Albedo and focusing on an emotion that wasn’t resentment or bitterness.

some ramblings utc

Ruby as Ariel, that’s such a cute idea- their personalities are very, very different but in a way there’s a lot of similarities. Rubedo is probably very curious about the world and ooh, do you think he collects things he comes across in Dragonspine? I can see him having a collection of interesting things he finds, like the random diaries hidden around in the snow, or maybe some crystals he found pretty enough to keep.

He’s also very outcasted from society, just like Ariel was but she chose that (I felt that- people are exhausting sometimes), with Ruby it’s kind of forced upon him- he’s invested in so many ideas going on in his head he’s not realising what he’s missing, or that the empty feeling in his chest isn’t caused by Albedo, but by how the only person in his life decided to throw him away. Lonely - he feels lonely. He’s been abandoned for so long he’s forgotten what it feels like to be around others. That is, until he meets you.

Ah he probably hates the new, fuzzy feeling in his chest at first. He tries to find something to be bitter or pessimistic about you when you’re kind to him, but it’s almost impossible. You’re so sweet to him, it completely throws him off. When had anyone been kind to a failure like him? He secretly hopes you never find out his true origins so he can just live out a perfect fantasy life with you. Around you, he forgets about Albedo, forgets the revenge he’s been planning - with enough time, on some days he completely forgets he was an experiment in the first place.

You make him feel alive, human even. Sure, he can still be stuck in his stubborn pessimistic ways (again, I felt that - maybe I’m projecting a little too much) but with you, there’s happiness for him. And even the smallest amount is enough for him.

On a more personal note - I love Ariel !! She has her flaws but she’s s pretty solid Disney princess (and we’re both curious red heads heh) but she’s extremely positive while I believe it’ll take a hell of a lot of healing for Rubedo to even think of something in a more brighter way. He’ll get there, don’t worry !! He’s got you, of course <3

[itsrapsodia]

I'll level with you I really didn't care for mid season 1 Yennefer, she got on my nerves. I did not like her and geralts relationship (it was bad for both of them tbh, geralts coming out looking worse though by far). The thing is though yennefer's scenes with Jaskier this season were so good, they're really cute and FUNNY together. THEY HAVE ACTUAL CHEMISTRY!!! As buds AND as a couple! i normally ship geraskier but show geralt can take a long walk off of a short pier. Yenskier's growing on me

oh man I definitely have Opinions about it. (Future Raps note: this got too long and it's twn critical, so it's going under a Read More fdkjgdf)

I also didnt like Yen on 1st watch, but I did on my 2nd, and I think it has a lot to do with the timeline issue. She had a BIG change of heart from 1 episode to the next, and they tell us it's cause she's spent decades in court and realized it's not what she wanted but we as the audience dont get to SEE or FEEL that change. She later wants a kid, and a casual viewer feels like just an hour ago she was ok with giving that up to gain power, it was a choice she made and it's so weird that she regretted that (in what FEELS like) immediately after and seems to be blaming other people for it.

more understanding of the chartacter helps get her motivations better, but i think she suffered the Too Much Info in Too Little Time curse, and also from the fact that the writers love to say a lot but show very little. Sometimes they won't even say it ON the show!! They'll say it on a tweet or an interview! This makes me extremely angry, if you can't tell!!!

Yen/Geralt suffers from the same, tbh. Even worse, the push for the relationship works to the detriment of Yennefer as a character imo. In s1 we're supposed to see them as this epic tragic love story, but again we are just TOLD that a long time happened in between eps 5 and 6. We are TOLD that they're bad for each other. We see some fucking FLASHBACKS in 2 minutes, with a voice over of them explaining how they felt so bad whenever they woke up and the other was gone. It's bullshit and most people didnt get it! That's why you get 10000 fics believing that this was only the 2nd time they met and it was only a couple months later. Cause that's not how you tell a story.

And THEN we have their reunion in s2, which i still think was terrible writing. It makes sense from Geralt's pov, cause he thought she was dead, but yennefer never thought that. FDJKGNDF yen didnt even THINK about him much unless someone else mentioned him!! And when she did she was mad and hurt! WHAT'S THAT "how is this possible?" LINE, it makes no sense. Their problem wasn't solved. Geralt doesnt even fucking apologize, they dont TALK about it.

So yeah it makes no sense for her character, but it DOES make sense for PLOT PURPOSES. They needed them to be together and happy and show them with Ciri as the Happy Family they could be, so the "betrayal" would hurt more.

It also totally ruins what could've been an interesting progression of Yen's character. You know. A girl who went from pushing her friends into an eel pond cause "sometimes the best thing a flower can do for us is die" to deciding that sacrificing the life of a child for her own benefit wasn't worth it ON HER OWN, and instead gave her the line "i didnt know she was your child"

anyway. ANYWAY DFKJGNDF this got out of control oh god. I haven't had COFFEE yet it's too early for this. sorry for my ramblings. I cant even remember what the ask was about, hold on- AH YEAH. yennskier this season was great, I agree. I liked them already but now I'm fully on board, they deserve the best ❤

KJFDNG ANYWAY IM SORRY ANON, IM SALTY ABOUT SOME THINGS.

[spitdrunken]

Hello friends! It's that time again, time for your old pal Soft to send in some anonymous degeneracy. I am glad you liked my review, spitdrunken! I do tend to ramble, so to see someone happy to get my text walls is nice. But it did make me realize that it caused everyone else to have to do a lot of scrolling, so I apologize for that. Sorry guys! This submission will be done in sets. I'll number them so it's easy to keep track, let me know if Tumblr eats one. I'll keep it all in a text document so I don't lose anything. That's kinda why I was sending everything in one big ask, but I'm willing to put in the extra effort to keep everyone's dash smaller. 1

notes: incest

So! First things first: RIP Ingo, did not realize that he wouldn't have any lube. See this is why you're the one getting paid to write things around here. But the idea of Ingo trying to line up their orgasms is just *chefs kiss* beautiful. Lovely! And the idea of having multiple takes of Emmet getting the strap, wanting to get the perfect one, because his big brother deserves only the best! Ah, very nice. 2

And then you come in with the absolute genius idea of a video focusing on Reader-chan! I completely adore it! I hadn't MEANT to have so little focus on the reader, tbh I think I got lost in the incest sauce. But I got another idea to add onto it:Ingo gets another video, only this time it's from Emmet. Again, it opens up to a scene of smut. 

Only this time, his brother is taking Reader-chan from behind. Emphasis on BEHIND. Reader-chan's pussy is wet but empty. And then Emmet speaks up.

"Hi big brother! Our darling wanted to make another video for you. And they're being verrrrry picky tonight. Do you want to tell him why?"

Reader-chan, short of breath, squeaks out "Because I need you! I want you! M-me too Ingo!" because of course they need Ingo, this is a three car train! 3

Ingo watches, enraptured, as his little brother takes their shared lover from behind. Occasionally a touch to their clit is given, but Emmet's hands are more focused on their chest."So what are you going to do for him?" Emmet asks, though he obviously already knows. "I-I'm...! Ah, my, my pussy!" Reader-chan is trying to speak, but a horny Emmet is a beast, Ingo knows. 

"Your cute little pussy? What about it?" he teases, leaving marks on their darling's neck.

"I'm saving it! Until y-you get back...please come back! I need you too! Need to be full!"

It's about companionship! Both of them need their holes to be filled by Ingo's cock! (Which gets rubbed raw all over again lol. Maybe the sentiment behind it will help him? Love always finds a way!) 4

So then we come to the main event and spitdrunken how did you KNOW I was going to write about Emmet wearing a plug for Ingo but forgot about it?! We really are on the same page omg.

For your consideration: Ingo comes home to Emmet, face down, ass up and plugged up, cock already leaking precum because FINALLY his brother is HOME and he's going to be FULL!

And Reader-chan just looks up at him and says "He's ready for you." 5

Ingo is ready for him too. Emmet doesn't get a warning, the plug is out and his cock is inside in one thrust. And his little brother goes wild! This is what he needed!

"You kept that inside of you all day? Were you that desperate for me? Wasn't our darling enough?" Ingo asks, his voice even and his pace rough.

"No! Not enough! Need you Ingo! I-AH, CUMMING!

"But Ingo doesn't stop. He fucks him through his orgasm because, like you said, he's going to push him even further past his limit! (And god bless you for saying that the image is delectable.) 6

Reader-chan, of course, is watching all this with glee, because who wouldn't? It's hot as fuck, it's plenty of material for them to get themselves off too!But that's not enough for Ingo. 

"I think you should show them how much you appreciate their patience."

"Yes! Yes yes thank you thank you darling thank you-AH!"

Ingo grabs Emmet by the hair and lifts his head up.

"Put that mouth of yours to work on their pussy until I'm finished with you." 7

And Emmet, well, tries. His tongue is wet and sloppy on Reader-chan's clit, and that's all well and good. But it's hard for him to focus when he's being fucked within an inch of his life. This doesn't mean that Reader-chan doesn't get off, oh no! The whole situation, the fact that Emmet simply CAN'T focus on using his mouth, his cute little whimpers and moans, watching Ingo and how sexy he looks as he fucks his brother silly, it's more than enough to make them cum! 

And if all else fails, Reader-chan can just grind against Emmet's nose. A perfect little human clit bump!So then, when Reader-chan is nice and sated but Ingo is STILL pumping load after load of cum into his brother, that's when the camera comes back into play. 8

"Emmet looks good like this, don't you think? I want to save this expression of his."

Emmet doesn't protest, making desperate, happy little noises. "See? He's close. Will you take the picture, dear?"

Obviously, they will. Reader-chan holds Emmet's head up for the shot. His expression is deliciously whorish: flushed cheeks, tears in his half lidded eyes, tongue lolling out, and a big smile.Reader-chan, being cheeky, decides to add one more thing to the photo. 

"Give us a double peace sign! Say cheese!"And he does! The money shot is taken right when Emmet cums, shaky peace signs and all. It's a picture perfect ahegao! 9

So then at last "When Emmet is a crumpled, twitching mess on the bed, ass leaking cum" (unchanged because oh my GOD how could I?!) Reader-chan finally their pussy stuffed with Ingo's cock. Both of them sigh at the relief, because nothing else they've done can compare to this.

"Thank you so much for your patience." Imgo groans out. "We took tomorrow off. I plan to take care of you properly then."

"Ingo! Oh god, it's so good!" Reader-chan shouts because it is! It's good! The wait is over and their pussy is filled! Stuffed with cock and cum, leaving them a mess too. But of course, they're going to get the same treatment as Emmet tomorrow. 

Aaaaaand that's it! Hope everything goes through and that you enjoyed the work. I've got a bunch more scenarios to give once this is posted. Specifically, the next one is about obliterating those twinks! Well, one twink to start with. Have a great day! 10/10

HI Soft!!! I personally really enjoy your rambling, so never worry about it <333!!! I'm pretty sure I got all of your asks!! (A first for Tumblr LMAO) But I think it's great you're so considerate of everyone <33!!

I'm glad you liked all of my additions so much :')!!! You don't have to incorporate EVERYTHING I say but I'm always happy to hear what you do enjoy <3

BUT OH MY GOD. YOUR BRAIN IS SO HUGE. READER WAITING FOR INGO TO BREAK IN THEIR PUSSY AAA... IN LOVE WITH THIS. If they're going to get it off, they're going to do it through their tits and ass- They can't cum from touches to their pussy, or it wouldn't be saving it </3!! I like to think that maybe Reader doesn't do anal a lot and Emmet really enjoyed working them open on his fingers and cock <33!!

SAME BRAIN <33 When Ingo gets home, he's a bit disappointed to only find Reader happily welcoming him back!! He loves them tons, definitely, but he loves his brother too!!! Reader winks at him and tells him Emmet has his own way of celebrating his return <33 He's waiting for him in the bedroom! It's such a thick plug that Ingo can fuck him immediately!!

INGO GRABBING EMMET BY THE HAIR TO MAKE THEM LAP AT THEIR PUSSY IS SOOOOOO <3333 absolutely top tier. legendary. ESPECIALLY how clumsy he is! Maybe eventually that Reader tells him to just stick out his tongue and let them do all the work, since he's so busy getting fucked <333 they just grind down against him because it's all he's good for right now!!

THE IMAGE. it gets put in the poly groupchat later HAHAHAH BUT HELP I LOVED YOUR DESCRIPTION OF IT... emmet is the perfect ahegao character he just would do it perfectly I can feel it.... Maybe by the time Ingo is fucking Reader he's already quite spent, so he doesn't cum as much inside their pussy as he did in Emmet, but that doesn't take away from his pace!!! No matter how sensitive he is!!

I hope you liked my additions and responses too and i look forward to whatever you wanna send next :')!!! have a good one!

[chaoxfix]

16 and/or 27 :3c <- guy who lurks around but is obsessed with ur fics hi

heya ! thanks for the ask :0 <3

16. What is your favorite character (or characters) to write for? Sonic & Tails. ...So basically I have zero self control and just do what I like best in large quantities haha. I also love writing Sally but haven't written her as much bc Archie is a whole can of worms and I like game-Sonic's personality and storylines better than Archie. Which is why my ideal fic would be Sally swapping into Elise's role, which I do have plans to write and have had plans for ages. 27: Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc) hmmmm... I won't do 1st person POV for anything but original works. I also, full stop, won't do gore -- or engage with it, under any circumstance, because I'm the type to get lightheaded just seeing gore or hearing descriptions of a bloody scene ... so having to write it.... would not work well. ^^;; ive passed out multiple times from gorey stories and imagery, it's not fun. even just hearing about something with bodily trauma for longer than a minute or two kind of makes my brain go numb...? if anyone needs a reference for what it feels like to pass out / start to go into shock, i can do that sometime, lol. i also try not to do anything that is too... irl, or diagnosable (?), or genuinely traumatizing, in Sonic's world? If it's real and life-altering or traumatizing and people suffer from it IRL... if it's something that causes real pain and harm and needs diagnosed or treated irl, i wouldn't really want to include it by name in a fic. partly out of respect, if it is not something i face myself, as i wouldnt want to misrepresent it by name (and even if i do face certain things, i also have a hard line for myself about not projecting using fic, because it would be a very bad coping strategy for me). and, more than just out of respect for certain topics, sometimes concepts just feel too heavy for the franchise's bright colors, and if i write about it as matter-of-factly as it deserves in real life... it might feel out of place in sonic's world. for example, i made a post earlier about insecurity vs self loathing vs guarded personalities. i would feel comfortable writing those words and exploring those ideas in fics -- but i would hesitate to name them as, say, an anxiety disorder, depression, or ramifications of child neglect. maybe in an original work it could feel organic if i crafted it that way from the start; but i read and write sonic fics for more lighthearted themes, and explorations of family and friendship and, in general, somewhat lighter and more fantastical and rock-and-roll concepts. so again, it feels too heavy to name some of these directly -- even if in some ways, i still want to explore portions of those heavier concepts, piece by piece.

best example i can give is the reason the word "torture" feels so out of place in the english dub of sonic forces. i'll explore this idea extensively in fics, because now it's part of the lore, and its out-of-placeness makes it something i want to pick at -- but the reason i feel it has to be fixed or altered in some way in order to be palatable is because fundamentally, heavy topics like that feel too big and too real for this franchise. to make them smaller and more sonicified, you have to alter them; make them fantastical and rock-and-roll so they finally fit. so it stops being, "sonic was tortured for 6 months" because blood and chains feel wrong in this series -- and to me, it becomes "sonic was a battery for 6 months" and/or "infinite gave sonic false realities / false projections of his friends for 6 months" because it feels more like it's part of this world. ........or just take it the classic way and say "rouge is just exaggerating because sitting still for 6 months would be torture for sonic"

ah... at this point im definitely rambling -- sorry! ^^;;

thank you for the ask ! <3

[leyyvi]

ley I resisted buying everything from your store (except the genshin stuff cause idk much about it even though I really want to get into it!! 😭)

BUT I’m working 12 days straight (perks of being the almost new assistant manager 😀😀 (not)) and I think I deserve to give myself something nice and something I’ve been wanting for a while which is more of your art 😭😭🤍

ALSO I totally forgot to ask about your pins if you were putting those back up sometime later (mostly cause I want some for me and my best friend to add to his Christmas present which is mostly jjk themed!!) and now I’m rambling on and on like if I don’t work in the morning 🥲

seriously I might commit m**der at work and it’ll probably be my general manager but y’all heard NOTHING ON HERE FOLKS JUST MOVE ALONG 😀😀😀😀😀😀 (I am totally not being serious btw!!)

anyways, I can’t wait to receive everything!! so many stickers and prints and all mostly Levi to add to my levi wall in my room <333 I love my short grumpy big cheek man and I miss him 😭😭

jklgjldfgjkgfdk ALEX!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH ;; <33 I'm CRYING for you please find little moments to take care of yourself if you can that is ALOT OF WORK!!! one time i had to work like 11 days in a row because everyone kept calling off and kjfhgdfkjgh it was awful, right before a convention too...i was so exhausted... dfgdfjkgh

BUT YES you deserve all the nice things you sweet soul you <3 ah yeah my buttons got taken down for copyright AGAIN so i have to redo the listing for it sobs

im sorry your manager is an asshat :') THEY USUALLY ARE IT SEEMS FKGJHDFKGJH smdh...hopefully work gets a litttttlee easier somehow D: HEHE I'm so excited to pack the orders i love doing it so much it's so fun writing all the little notes and stuff too fjkghdfkjgh

no fr i miss levi sm......we're like...so close to new season(ish) of aot yet so far........I NEED HIM SO BAD i am PARCHED for new content of him ughhhhhhh

THANK U AGAIN ALEX i am excited for you to get your lil package hehe <3333

[ateezinmymind]

my brother’s best friend (part 3)

word count: 4k

fluff, angst (tw: mentions of abuse)

(part 2) (series masterlist)

tag list: @brie02 @a-soft-hornytiny @reeateez @multidreams-and-desires @woowommy @joongiebug @dreamyyang @fag0thh @renjunes @jung-wooyoungie @springbreeze96 @lizsvcks @yeosangmystar

the silencing aura between the two of you would seem unbearable to sit through- if it were in any other condition. the drizzle misting your clothes, skin and hair along with the distinct shatter of the different groups of people's conversation down the dock was the only thing you could physically understand and sense.

“y/n” wooyoung starts, the look in his eyes desperate for something you couldn’t make out at the moment, seeing him after such intense emotions about seonghwa, and having the one boy that you wanted to consolidate your heart in front of you made your tears break through. releasing a small whimper, seeing the way wooyoung stiffens himself and brings his hand to cover his busted lip. he calls your name once again a bit louder, stepping to the bench —sliding himself to your side.

you were flooding with so many emotions, those of confusion and guilt

“wooyoung.. i-“ you choke out as he instinctively pulls you into his chest. heaving out, and feeling his body shake as he too releases a cry.

“y/n, why..?” he says quietly in your ear “why are y-you here?”

“I needed to get away from h-him” you mumble into his damp shirt clutching onto him close, smelling the scent of fresh spring and comfort from his body- eases you into a sort of relaxation

the grip on your waist tightens when he hears that seonghwa was troubling you, nuzzling into his neck until all the sudden wooyoung is standing. one of his hands still remains along your side as he bends over to look into your puffy eyes, moving stray hairs out of the way and behind your ear- wooyoung puts his forehead against your own.

“do you want to walk with me?” he speaks softly, swallowing hard when you give him a faint smile- accented with a beautiful blush along with the few tear streams. your eyes searching in his, heads touching, the two of you so close you feel the warmth of his breath against your face.

sliding your head away from his, you stand up straight into his arms again- this time giving him a proper hug. arms wrapped tightly around his torso as wooyoung's hands slide from your waist to your lower back, bringing you closer against his body.

you didn't realize how much affection you’re starved of, and how long you've actually been waiting to fully embrace wooyoung again.

“y-yeah, that'd be nice” you reply into his chest not wanting this moment to end so soon

even though the terms of you two running into each other was on the lower side, it felt so good to have a face you knew that cared for you- a boy who was respectful and sweet to you.

“c’mon pumpkin” wooyoung chirps up, pulling away

you slightly blush from the nickname, it was cute.. and sweet.. just like him.

though something was definitely up, hence the way his lip was busted and the way undertones of purple were rising along his jaw

all of this, just as you were about to walk made you stop in your tracks. pulling wooyoung's arm so he turns around, you slide your hand to gently trace your fingers over his chin. feeling his smooth skin, then to his lip, softly running your thumb over the plump and red mound.

doing this causes the male to suck in a breath, the way your fingers delivered such delicacy to his face made his heart pull. the look in your eyes and how your eyebrows furrowed together looking at his face- made him a bit more nervous than he would like

“will you please tell me what happened?” you whisper, leaning in slightly as your hand comes behind his neck pulling him down to his ear

“pretty please woo woo?”

you pout sadly when he rips away from you, and watch him start to turn towards the end of the dock.

you just stand there shocked that he just started leaving, feeling your face burn with embarrassment you huff out with guilt. did you say something offensive? did you push the limit to your boundaries?

“y/n! are you coming?” wooyoung breaks you from your mind running thoughts

standing there with a hand rubbing the back of his neck as he balances on the ends on his feet, your heart tugs slightly.

“i said i wanted to walk with you”

the rain settled down as the two of you got back to the sidewalk, up away from the beach. the sky just beginning to turn dark, the lights lit along the railing of the dock twinkling in the distance when you look back.

you and wooyoung walking side by side, shoulders touching each other slightly every so often- making him bring space between (it would seem as from shyness?). neither of you had spoke a word yet, the tension heavily overwhelming the atmosphere

the way the silence just rested over, made you and your thoughts come through. you were a bit cold, your clothes although dry from the previous precipitation- your internal warmth escaped, you were emotional, you were confused-

peeking a glance over to wooyoung, the view of him brings a small smile to your mouth. his hair curling to his eyes, wet and dark. he was quite handsome like that actually.

you shouldn’t even have that on your mind right now, because there’s much more needed to be tended to- according to what happened to his sweet face.

but you forget how long you’ve stared for, and when wooyoung locks his gaze upon yours, you blush and stutter out an apology

“a-ah sorry-“

your mind feeling so many uncalled for nerves, why was your body reacting this way? this is wooyoung here, your brother's best friend- and just a certain boy who deserves so much.. a boy you've come to be very fond of-

“so y/n,” he pipes out while playing with his fingers, “do you want to talk about it?”

“uhh.. about..”

“him.” he replies back curtly “did he hurt you?”

the mere thought that he had hurt or upset you somehow made wooyoung feel so much inner rage. how did he let it happen? wooyoung knew seonghwa’s intentions, he knew that the certain male had a thing for younger girls in school. how he would treat them all high and mighty just for his pleasure, fuck- and he had got to you.

“well, no- not exactly” you say looking down at your pacing feet, “i stopped him before-“

“i knew it” he blurts out, interrupting you in the process “i knew he had some plan going on- why the fuck was he here anyway? there’s no other thing for seonghwa to come back here, why else would he have come”

the way he kept rambling about it made you start getting a little agitated and you weren’t even really sure why you felt so much right before you snapped.

“maybe he wanted to hang out with me-?! maybe wondered how i’m doing for a change!” you stare back at wooyoung, stopping your movements- feeling your tears come back as you try and finish your outrageous sentence, “m-maybe he came back because missed me..”

watching the switch in your emotions flip and turn into someone he’s never seen before made wooyoung call out to you again ever so softly. cupping your cheek as he furrows his brows together and searches into your glazed and fire filled eyes

“y/n..”

“i don’t know why… maybe i’d have someone close like my brother to.. i just” you ramble on then- abruptly pause and look down to the concrete discretely “i miss him-”

“i miss yeosang, wooyoung i don’t know what i was thinking, but when i saw hwa i thought things would be better.” taking a deep breath and meeting his eyes once more, “maybe he’d make me feel different..”

all this rush of emotions waving and thrashing into you made you blind to what wooyoung was going through, and when the silence stretched longer and the more you two just held your gaze- regret settled in your mind

“i’m sorry-“ you squeak out embarrassed, making your body move forward quickly ahead of him.

“this is so selfish of me woo- i’m so sorry”

pretending you don’t hear him call out after you walking away, wooyoung slowly jogs after you

your face is probably a sight to see with tear stained cheeks, puffy eyes and a bright blush.

it’s been awhile since someone had seen you cry, you always made sure to make it that way too. your mom didn’t need another reason to worry or feel stressed, and you find it awkward spilling your innermost emotions. but it was different right now- and you weren’t even sure as to why. maybe it really was because wooyoung had been a kind face and heart to you since the day you met. maybe it was because this was the first time to show him a different side of your usual composed self to him- and it was at a sense awkward but yet vulnerable and familiar.

“y/n!” he cries out to you, grabbing your hand in his tight so you halt your movement.

tugging on you hard, wooyoung faces you straight on and cups your cheek with his other hand. his face pulled into the expression of sadness and eagerness as he scanned yours- sub cautiously analyzing your lips and the way they quivered softly. oh how they looked so soft and delicate, how much he wanted you to erase that pout away with a small kiss- but nope, that's not happening.. it just can't.

“y/n why is it selfish?” he asks sadly “it’s not selfish in any way, you have every right to speak out about what you feel- it’s only natural!”

bringing your hand up to hover over his cupping your face, you trace small lines around his fingers as you try to calm your emotions. watching his lip tug with dried blood, you felt defeated- why was it that when wooyoung wasn't there you didn't feel so numb? why was it when wooyoung came, you felt so guilty and overwhelmed- like it's the only time you finally realize the outcome of something in the past?

“i'm sorry.. woo, everytime it seems- i just can't help but feel bad around you-” you pipe out warrily, looking over every feature of his face but his eyes, “you have so much more going on and i have no clue as to-”

“oh pumpkin.” he interrupts, scoffing out and letting go of your cheek to lift your chin up to him for a better view, making your eyes connect with his again “no worries! please i'm sorry to make you worry- i only slipped walking home earlier in the rain.. bashed my mouth right into a bar- pretty embarrassing right?” he giggles out his best. “glad no one was around to see that”

wooyoung could only think you were so overwhelmed seeing his face so he just went on about it, not referring to tell you about his home life yet… or really ever.

but watching the way his eyes flickered with this hidden emotion, you get the weird feeling that wasn't the whole truth he was telling you..

going up the steps to your porch- holding hands with wooyoung, you quietly open the front door. not wanting to wake your mom, because you’re coming home at such a late hour she’s probably in her study sleeping at her desk.

taking off your shoes, you release wooyoung's hand and head into the kitchen- when a piece of paper catches your eye.

on the walk home from the beach and following incidents, wooyoung made sure to comfort you until you were no longer on edge. holding your hand all the way home, giving it three squeezes every once and awhile- which you returned back joyously.

unfolding the piece of paper on the counter, you immediately recognize the handwriting to be seonghwa’s- making you quickly turn to look at wooyoung behind you. seeing he was busy untying his shoe laces you focus back to the note not paying attention to how your hands moved shakily.

“hey little lady,

i understand how things are going to be with us from now on. i’m sorry that it ended up like that.. i really thought it would have a different outcome- but nonetheless i hope you’ve made it home safely.

ah yeah— your mom didn’t actually suggest i’d see you.. i told her that you were the one who wanted me to come, sorry about that.

i understand that our relationship was different with yeosang around- i only wish it could’ve been more y’know.. you were always so cute y/n! yeah .. well i guess have your extreme fun with that freak jung wooyoung.. who lives off the deep end

i miss you already~

-seonghwa”

swallowing the unknown formed lump in your throat, you fold the paper back up and shove it in your pocket before woo can ask any suspicious questions. taking in a deep breath, you do your best with clearing your head- seonghwa had the audacity to apologize like it was nothing? why the fuck did he he bother writing a note to you? he used your mom as an excuse to get to you? and he fucking lied to your mom? this all.. this all was disgusting to you.

“you good y/n?” wooyoung chirps up behind you, ever so gently touching your waist- which involuntarily sent chills over your body

unawaringly jerking away from his hand, you turn to smile up at him. feeling yourself grow unexpectedly hot, and light headed- you push yourself back to lean against the counter.

“yep! all is good wooyoung- do you want hot chocolate?” you say, doing your best at not sounding wary.

the way he looks at you, cocking his head to the side- makes your body feel a little weak. hating the feeling, hazy and unaware of what you look like.

you speak again before he can even answer your first question, trying to present yourself with no issues.

“so.. the bonfire!“

hearing you mention that deal right now… after you just got done having a journey through emotions. wooyoung let’s out a light chuckle- one from your blushing face and two from your seemingly nervous demeanor and how quick you changed the subject. though the way your hands fiddled with the counter you were gripping tight didn’t go unnoticed by him and instead gave him worry. were you really okay?

“yes i would love some hot chocolate y/n…” he retorts back- then as he folds his arms across his chest, wooyoung shoots you a look of ‘i can see right through you’

“why mention the bonfire? i thought you didn’t want to hear anymore of it”

lifting yourself standing straight again, you accompany yourself with grabbing a mug out of the cabinet and hot chocolate packets.

“ah.. well i just guess it’d be nice, to uh have a little distraction? maybe..”

if wooyoung didn’t smile upon hearing that- he would have some problems. you, y/n- wanted to go out for a distraction? to the school bonfire? this friday? did he hear right?

“wait seriously pumpkin? are you joking?” he makes his way to your busy side.

watching you place the water filled tea kettle on the stove and empty the powder mix into the cups, he sees the way you’re a bit shaky. your hands busying themselves with whatever is by before you turn to him.

the two of your bodies closer than intended, as wooyoung’s knee brushed against your inner thigh it made you take in a deep breath and leave your mouth open slightly as he watched you.

oh how you looked right now- you were so oblivious to how wooyoung really felt about you. innocent was it? no. just not cared for properly, and he wanted to help so badly. your wide eyes and staggering breaths made him tone down a bit because… you’d just been harassed like four hours ago by an old ‘friend’ and that’s a dick move.

plus… even he was nervous himself, he didn’t know how you felt about him- and hell, this was just a bad time in general

“w-well yes… but only if i’m with you wooyoung!” you shriek out slapping his chest playfully, “i won’t go if you don’t- and i won’t go if you leave me, because you are literally the only person i like”

“wait. one. second… y/n, likes me??” wooyoung sings out teasingly leaning into your embrace, poking his tongue out as he smiles.

making you slap your hands over your eyes and whine out in embarrassment, you throw yourself into the crook of his neck.

“quit it… you know what i mean woo” you giggle out

all of this felt so natural, so familiar and you missed it. you missed this wooyoung, being so distant since yeosang’s deployment… you just wish this moment could be more.

yeosang said to stay away, and to not listen to him would make you the world’s worst sister- you loved your brother, very much. but. maybe, for once you could do something for you- for yourself

as the both of you slip into another long hug, your once hiding face now leaning into wooyoung’s shoulder while he softly grazes one of his hands down your side- stopping when he reaches your hip to softly squeeze. as he still holds your body close with his other hand, pulling you flush against him. your bodies so comfortable with each other, it was healing something going on inside the both of you… no longer were you nervous or scared, intimidated and embarrassed

then the tea kettle howled with its boiling water- and the two of you separated once more

did he feel bad about lying to you? yes. wooyoung wanted to be able to tell the truth, but as much as he wanted to be comforted because of it- he doesn’t want to bring it up to be seen differently. the rest of the night with you continued on with guilt, and it didn’t get better when you made jokes about him being clumsy and busting his face.

he would just laugh out and hit your shoulder, and it’d be forgotten with a sinking feeling in his stomach of really why he has a purple jaw and a split lip.

wooyoung even had to bring up a semi true story from his childhood in order to try and convince himself- and you that he’s okay- and has always been accident prone.

-

“i’m not kidding y/n! san literally just laughed during the whole thing!!” wooyoung squealed out trying to convince you of the one time he got dragged by san’s grandparents’s dogs on a leash and tried to ride a bike doing so.

which all didn’t end up well— having him crash the bicycle into a stranger's car and the dogs escaping throughout the street.

“wait who’s san?” you ask curiously as your laughter comes down

wooyoung’s face quickly lit up, bringing his hand to itch his ear- he spoke softly as if he needed to keep the subject light and happy, “ah, well he’s an old friend. my first friend actually!”

taking a short pause, wooyoung scoots himself further into the sofa with his hot cocoa in hand. while you hug your knees to your chest watching him get more comfortable.

“well before i moved anyway. san and i were very close and i consider him as my brother! i tried my best to always be there for him like he was for me”

you couldn’t help but feel yourself smile upon the description of wooyoung’s friend, he seems to be very important and it makes him happy

“you should go see him woo!” you tell him sweetly, poking his side playfully

causing him to snort out a stifled laugh and scold you for making him almost spill his drink

“ahh i don’t know, my dad wouldn’t let me i don’t think” wooyoung says before even realizes the words spoken and immediately feels cold as he sits straight and sets his mug down on the coffee table and looks at you

his quick movements scared you a little and his aura gave you worry

“you okay?” pulling your legs down from your arms, you lean over slightly and rest your hand on his now bouncing leg

something he does often- seeming to you when he’s nervous or uncomfortable

“oh yeah! sorry i just realized that we have school tomorrow y/n! and it’s late!” he hurriedly swipes off your hand and heads for the front door, giving out apologies

school? really? he was thinking about that? no way. wooyoung would never, he is one to stay up late any given time with someone who would love talking for hours! what’s going on with him?

“woo? you’re kidding? you can stay if you want- or i can walk you home”

upon hearing your offer he easily shuts it down and refuses politely, “oh no need pumpkin, it’s all good- thank you for the cocoa, i owe you!” and as he opens the door to the cold night air he waves out at last

“see ya tomorrow okay?”

-

the next day at school wooyoung arrived late

you too, were on the brink of being late- since you woke up with 15 minutes to get ready. not even getting a stomach full with breakfast

today wasn’t really settling right, wooyoung was giving you these vibes that were unfamiliar between the two of you

everytime you both were alone together he’d muster out an excuse and leave you there with these thoughts of sadness and … curiosity- it seemed at least

what did you miss last night that set things off differently?

was it because you asked about san?

it couldn’t be that, no. wooyoung looked like he enjoyed telling you about his great friend, you obviously could tell they’ve been through many years together

but, what was it?

what did you say and do to him that caused such awkwardness…

making your way into the hallway, the students dispersing in different directions- everyone’s voice canceling each other out, but you can’t help but hear wooyoungs.

turning the corner to the cafeteria for lunch break, you see him leaning against the vending machines- arm above his head, as he spoke through the phone

“yeah for y/n, but i don’t know… things might be weird, i sorta ran away from her last night.. whoops” he scoffs out, yet gives a soft laugh

you could tell just from his stance and the way his feet bobbed up and down from the sides of his shoes- that he was a bit on edge

“i probably wrecked it, i think i just made it weird..”

you had no clue as to who he was talking to, but you kind of felt bad invading his private conversation

so releasing the breath you were holding, you walked the other direction to take a different route and on your way away, something peaked your attention all over again

“i really wanted to stay with her last night-“

wait. wooyoung.. didn’t want to leave you? then why did he-

what was really stopping him from- wait.. hold on.. or was it rather

who was stopping him...

[monsterfloofs]

The Ghost in the Parlor (Sfw and anonymous protagonist!)

It was one in the morning when you rose from bed, sliding on a pair of slippers and feeling your way through the dark to exit your room. The sound was faint, barely audible, but you knew. . .

He was playing tonight.

As you weave your way towards the stairs, you could hear the chords beneath you, the stirring voice of a piano pulling you through dark corridors. As you stop and peer over the banister. You can see from up above, candles alight with a ghastly blue fire. Their light casting eerie wisps of shadows to dance upon the floor. In the middle of this spectral scene was a luminous form sitting at the old grand piano. His spindly fingers like spiders upon the keys, procuring the tune that wafted up the stairs. The sound is sweet and melancholic, mourning things that have been lost, and the ever present march of time. Always moving, never relenting.

You knew all this because you had asked him, it was his favorite tune to play. He played it often and there were times where you could almost feel his deep rooted bittersweet sadness. Tears would spring to your eyes and you would have to mop your face with your sleeve. Tonight the song felt especially lonely and with careful footing you crept down the stairs, your shadow timidly trailing after.

"Have I disturbed you?" His melodic voice intones as you sit down beside him. "No, I came to hear you play, if you would have me as company mister Sterling." "Sleep is for the living" he sighs wistfully, "You should be asleep, dreaming sweet dreams of tomorrow." 

He talks to you but his hands, ah his quick and nimble hands keep playing. You watch them sweeping across the keys, mesmerized until he stops. You blink and look up at him. His face is turned towards yours, an eyebrow quirked inquisitively. "A little distracted, were we?" You smile sheepishly, "Ah, yes, I'm sorry, but your hands do work magic. What had you been saying?"

He gives an embarrassed huff, "It's late is it not?" They pale eyes staring at you unblinkingly from beneath round vintage glasses. "Well yes," you reluctantly agree, "But I have missed your nightly performances. And I was hoping you could give me another lesson tonight." You say softly as he flexes his long spindly fingers. "Ooh. . . perhaps. You have always been kind to me. Letting me keep you up at odd hours of night with my prattling."

"You know I would stay even if you didn't give me a lesson. Your music is beautiful." He turns his head away from you, but you can see a hazy pink color introduce itself onto his countenance. When he turns back the color has all but bled out, except for some swirling traces. "I have had nothing but time to perfect it. Though as despairing as it may be, to watch seasons pass without being able to participate in the world, I still have my music. I wonder, is it what holds me here? Is my comfort my cage? Alas-- Dear, aren't you going to put your hands to the piano? You did ask for a lesson you know."

You look up at him before doing as he asks. Aligning your fingers to the keys, "I thought you were still deciding. . ."  "Oh," they respond absentmindedly, "Don't mind me, I'm particularly lost in my thoughts tonight, death, life, it's all just one big mess. . ." Sterling rambles on talking about music as you sit together playing chords and sections of songs. As you are still learning the basics he keeps things simple, most of the time you are echoing his voice on the piano or remembering notes and chords. But he has seems to have become happier with having someone he can talk to, rather than to stew lost in his own thoughts.

"You are doing quite well," A pleased smile tugging on his lips, his crinkled eyes twinkling. "Have you been practicing?"  "A little. . . Not as much as I would like though." You slid your hands onto your lap and smile. "Thank you for the lesson, I appreciate you taking the time to sit with me and do that. I hope I'm not inconveniencing you."

"Of course not," he sniffs, "I. . . am very fond of your company." There was something with the way he said it, that stirred your heart. You can feel your own face grow a little warm, "I'm glad. . . haha." He glances at you, his hands poised to begin playing again. You swallow hard and press on, "Though I h-have to admit, I am more than a little fond of you."

--BADOOM His hands slip hitting the keys too hard and causes a loud blunder of noise. Practically falling off his chair, Sterling’s hands shielding his face in embarrassment. "I-I. . .WHAT?" He stammers, your eyes widen that he reacted so dramatically. "I just meant that, I c-care about you a lot--" The candles snuff out around and you are suddenly plunged in darkness. The ghost has left the building. 

Your head flops into the piano, a few keys playing as your face presses into them. You give a groan of defeat Dammit! Way to go, you probably just killed him. . . AGAIN. Despite his usual stuffy demeanor he can get easily flustered. He tries to hide it under a punctual and proper air, but was a much shier person than he let on. You liked that about him though, there were little things that he did that just enchanted you. He was a deep thinker, and he always took the time to explain things and be patient with you. So of course, you had to go and fall in love with a ghost. You had been trying to gather the courage to tell him your feelings for about a week now. Slowly working your way towards the right words you say. But like music, timing was just as important as the notes. To be honest you had gotten so nervous you are sure you had fumbled in both regards. You sigh heavily, best head to bed, perhaps you can try and talk to him tomorrow.

You slink away in defeat, retiring to your chamber until sunlight streams through your window. Leaving a dappled trail of light and warmth inside your room. You grumpily turn over in bed, refusing to move until you have properly sulked for just a little while longer. Trying to wrack your brain how you were going to approach the ghostly pianist now. With Sterling being so shy, you weren’t sure if his reaction was bad or good. Only time will tell, but in the meantime you're up and making breakfast. Then busying yourself with doing chores around the house and trying not to let your mind settle too much into last night. You go about whiling away the hours until sunset. That's when Sterling becomes active inside the house. You don’t exactly know where he goes during the daytime. You have attempted in the past to nonchalantly snoop around in the basement but to no avail. 

Before you know it, the sun is setting in the sky. Golden light filtering across the floor, flooding the rooms with dying light. You peer into the parlor, and step inside. Running your hands over the black and white keys. You can feel a faint prick on the back of your neck, you turn around and You startle, coming face to face with the musically inclined ghoul. You put a hand on your heart. "Oh my goodness!-- Sterling!" you sigh weakly, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. “Hello,” He murmurs faintly, you look up at him, feeling suddenly shy. All this time you had been waiting to talk to him, and now only an awkward silence fills the room. Both of you starting to speak at the same time.

“I’m sorry, what were you going to say?”

“N-no that’s alright, please, continue”

“Aaah-- why don’t you go first, I was the person who upset you last night”

A hand flutters anxiously to the glasses upon his crooked nose. "You didn’t upset me. You, w-well surprised me. I  was flattered, but I don’t think you truely want anything to do with this old goat." "H-huh? What do yo--" He cuts you off with a flourish of his hand. "I'm an old man dear, not just old, decrepit. I died in 1839, my bones are buried outside, wouldn't that bother you?" His face flushes an eerie pink and he splutters in embarrassment. "I mean, it should bother you. . . " A light bulb blinks on in your head and you stare at him with new found insight. "Y-you, like me too, don't you. . ." "I beg your pa--" "It was you, wasn’t it?" With a rush of feeling, you practically jump a foot off the ground from excitement. "I was always wondering about those poems left on the door step-" your mouth goes agape. "And those flowers!" His eyes dart back and forth in a panic, his mouth wobbling. "W-what??? Me? I don't know anything about that!" You can tell he's wanting to bolt and you make a grab at one of his translucent hands. Surprisingly your fingers successfully curl around it and his shoulders jerk up. Trying to calm yourself down before trying to talk to him. You were spooking him, a novel thought, but not what you had been intending to do. So you take a different approach, "Why. . . didn't you ever tell me?" The specter is sweating bullets now, he mops his brow with a wispy handkerchief. "I-I” he groans in defeat, “A ghost cannot do romance! A ghost cannot do much of-- of anything! No matter how I felt, I couldn't keep you here, you deserve to be free, to experience life to the fullest. Not to be shackled to me and this house." You flush, truly surprised by his answer. "But, I don't want anyone else, I like you. . ." Tentatively you take his hands and hold them gently in your own. His expression quivers, looking down before he gently pulls away. His fingers wisping through your skin before reconstructing themselves back together. He puts a hand into his breast pocket before he pulls out an envelope with a flowery wax seal. He looks away from you but hands you the letter, his expression flushing as that same red color is introduced into his normal pale blue complexation. You look up at him searchingly before you gently take the letter. The smooth paper has a fragrance like all the rest of the notes you recieved, like roses and vanilla. You carefully peel back the floral seal, opening the envelope.

You watch Sterling lights the candles at the table in the parlor. It has been a week since the two of you had become a couple, and you cannot remember a happier time, then the hours you have spent together. “Didn't you say, a ghost cannot do romance?” You tease him with a smile, your eyes crinkling as you watch him with a loving gaze. He huffs softly, "That I did, and I wish more than anything I could take you to a fine dinner out of this house. . . " He pinches the wick of one last candle, and when he removes his hand, an enchanting blue fire flickers to life. “I think a candlelit dinner at home is just as lovely.” He looks at you for a moment, before he gives a little smile, “If you say so darling.” “I do.” He bends down to give you a chilly peck on the forehead before he sits down at his piano, flexing his fingers before he begins to play. The blue lights of the candles flickering to the sound of his haunting melody. But the tone has changed, no longer lachrymose. You can hear something happy stirring in the song that projects itself out of the house, and into the starlit sky.