#actively working on the au with other buddies too

[endyr-serifi]

A WIP for that one Eldritch AU my friends and I are doing!! (Derry/Eldritch Au by @animesparkleluv96 )

For context: This lovely living doll, Jamie, actively doesn't stop crying, have some whiteboard doodles leading up to how Jamie fled Derry, Maine. (A hot spot for eldritch, supernatural, and more now a days...)

[wistsandmagic]

No Way Out (Brother I Let You Down)

Welp. I finally caved in to one of the plot bunnies @keferon 's Mecha AU keeps putting in my brain. So here, have some Swindle and Vortex ANGST.

(under the cut because it's over 2k words)

It was the middle of the night. The lights in the hangar were dimmed, the sounds of the skeleton crew that worked as night shift far away in the mechanics’ sector, not on the hangar floor. The mecha stood still in their refuel bays, waiting on the next time the Quintessons attacked, when the alarms would blare and the hangar would become a frantic cacophony of activity.

For now though, things were quiet. Still.

Lonely.

Swindle walked silently across the catwalk strung between the mecha, the smell of oil and gear lubricant seeping into his nose like an old friend's aftershave. He didn't smell that often enough nowadays. Sometimes he missed it.

Sometimes, he thought, turning at a path junction to walk down to one particular mecha's bay, one that towered over everything else in the hangar. Sometimes he just missed the people that the smell accompanied.

No one would have ever guessed that he and Vortex had been close friends. They fought like cats and dogs, always sniping at each other, yelling and picking at each other until Onslaught had to break them up before things got too physical. They'd both ended up in medbay more than once after a fight hadn't been broken up quickly enough. They were the youngest of the group, after all, and so close in age that fights seemed almost inevitable.

Swindle had thought of Vortex as the closest thing he'd ever had to a brother. When he didn't come back from that ill-fated mission...

The former pilot stopped in front of the giant mecha in the bay, the faint hint of old blood adding itself to the scents mingling in his nose. Vortex's mecha always smelled vaguely bloody, though since that young medic-turned-pilot, First Aid, had taken over, things weren't as strong. Swindle thought that might be a good thing. Maybe.

He wasn't one to really believe in ghosts, not in the way people meant. A spirit that haunted the living? Seemed improbable. Ghosts were the memories that lingered when you stared at the things the dead had left behind. The scents that once followed them suddenly wafting through the air, the feel of a missing presence, an ache that never went away. That was a 'ghost'.

But when Swindle stared at the red visor of Vortex's mech – it would always be Vortex's mech to him, no matter who piloted it or for how long – it was all too easy to imagine the other kind of ghost. All too easy to give in to the superstitions surrounding this mecha, to believe that a malevolent spirit haunted it, for all it seemed to at least like First Aid. One pilot it didn't want to kill.  

The visor stared back blankly, and Swindle caught sight of his own reflection, warped and twisted by the thick, bullet-proof plexiglass. Somehow the warped reflection felt more like it was the real him than the him that existed in his own skin, at that moment. All of the stress, the heaviness, the days of lying through his teeth and pretending he cared less than he did, that all he was in things for was the money, that the pilots that came back to base maimed and traumatized didn't matter to him as long as the program got the money needed, that his best friend who couldn't even remember that he was Swindle's best friend was laying in a hospital bed, half of his body burned and his mind in tatters didn't matter beyond his ability to bring in investors...

It was too much. It was just...too much.

"H...hey," he managed, flinching at how much his own voice cracked. Where was the smarmy car-salesman he pretended at being? The smooth operator, the con man? "...Vortex, if...if you're in there, buddy, y'mind? I just..." Tears pricked at the corners of Swindle's eyes, startling him and making him put a hand to his face. Man, he was losing it, wasn't he? "I...I just needed..."

Before he knew it, Swindle found himself slumping to the catwalk floor, his back to Vortex's mech. Knew that if the ghost stories were true, that might not be a good idea, but he'd always trusted his friend. His brother. Saw no reason to stop now. "I miss you, y'know that?" He murmured, trying to stem the flow of tears without letting his voice hitch. "The entire...the entire program's shit. I know we knew that already, but...Vee, it's got so much worse. And here I am...actively promoting the damn thing 'cause we have no other choice. " ...he hadn't called Vortex 'Vee' in years. It was usually "Tex"; that was what Vortex had preferred. Swindle was the only one that could ever get away with calling him Vee without getting punched, even so. Swindle had reserved it for special occasions, knowing he held privilege. Now seemed like as good a time as any. Vortex wasn't there any longer to half-heartedly gripe at him for the affectionate diminutive.

That didn't make it better.

Swindle leaned his head back until it thunked against the catwalk railing, letting him stare up from behind his rose-tinted glasses toward the ceiling, heedless of the tears streaming down his face. "I dunno what to do to stop it, Vee. You were always the one c-coming up with the harebrained schemes that somehow worked. You always were smarter than I am, just damn crazy. We worked so good together, like brothers, you 'n me." He laughed mirthlessly, a shaking hand coming up to cover his face as he sobbed, unable to stop himself. "...though guess I'm probably the crazy one now, h-huh. Talkin' to your mech like somehow you c-can hear me through it. Like you're gonna act like my crazy older brother again and somehow tell me this's all gonna work out in the end, and I'm not a heartless monster for doin' this, goin' along with this shit."

He didn't pay attention to the faint nudging at his side at first, figuring it was just the edge of the railing digging into his ribs. When the touch became more insistant, however, he looked down, blinking away tears. Only to stare dumbly at the very large fingertip pressed ever so gently against his side. His breath caught, and for a moment Swindle couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't move, because that was the hand of Vortex's mech, his index finger pressed almost lovingly to Swindle's side, rubbing up and down very slightly now that Swindle was actively paying attention. Almost as if it were trying to comfort him.

Dashing tears from his eyes with the back of one hand, Swindle switched his attention from the massive finger at his side to the head of the mech beside him, expecting to see First Aid curled up inside the cockpit controlling things. But no, the cockpit was empty, the faint lights inside just enough to let him see through the visor before everything flared to life, the visor turning bright and opaque as the mech's head turned slowly to look directly at Swindle.

He'd spent years pretending there was no such thing as ghosts, hating that Vortex's mech killed pilots, but refusing to believe it was anything other than glitches. To say otherwise would be having to say that something of his friend, his brother, still lingered, and Swindle couldn't help him. Now, though, he couldn't deny it. He could feel Vortex there, staring at him through the mech, through that red visor so much like Vortex's own remembered helmet. He blinked as the sound of soft static filled the air, a mechanical text-to-speech voice whispering through the speakers embedded in the mech's head. "Swindler, c'mon now. You never were one for tears, little bro."

If...if Vortex intended that to stop Swindle from crying, it had the exact opposite effect. Sure, the voice was mechanical, it sounded off, but that was still, somehow, Vortex's voice, and Swindle hadn't heard it outside of old recordings for far too long. He shakily got to his feet, one hand covering his mouth to muffle himself while the other scrabbled frantically for Vortex's finger, any and all fears about the rogue mecha deciding to crush him into paste fleeing from his mind in his desperation to have some part of Vee touching him. Only Vortex ever called him "Swindler". Only Vortex ever called him little bro.

"A...are you really in there, Vee?" Even to Swindle's own ears he sounded pathetic. Not like himself at all. It was the stress. It had to be the stress. That was the only explanation.Maybe he was crazy. Maybe watching Blurr almost die was the final straw that broke him, and now he was headed for the looney bin as soon as someone found him. Damn. But hearing Vortex's voice, even distorted by machinery, coming from his mech, broke something inside Swindle's soul, and grief came pouring out whether he wanted it to or not.

Again that soft static, again that voice. "In the figurative flesh, Swindler." Somehow it even managed to retain Vortex's characteristic croon, the way he only spoke to those he actually liked, not the bitten-off snark of those he tolerated, or the open hiss to those he actively hated. Vortex carefully raised his hand over the railing, making Swindle step back a pace, and lowered a couple of his fingers, beckoning carefully. "C'mere. Can't hug you, know you need it, but c'mere anyway." Swindle should have thought twice. Every protocol to do with Vortex – the mech, not the long-dead person – screamed about caution and wariness. But this was Vortex. The person, not the mech. Crazy, full of bloodlust, stay out of his way on the battlefield, don't make him hate you, sure, but above all else he was Swindle's mech partner, his brother, his friend closer than a brother. The one who always had his back on and off the battlefield, in ways Onslaught never could.

He stepped into Vortex's hand without hesitation, trembling hands coming down to help hold himself steady as Vortex's fingers and thumb gripped him in a hold too gentle to come from a mech's default pilotless programming. He saw the visor open, and before he knew it he was deposited gently inside, warm air that smelled vaguely of vanilla – had First Aid hung an air freshener somewhere? – already wafting through the cockpit.

The speakers crackled to life. "Find a seat, little bro." Cabling hissed out of hidden apertures, operating oddly like hands and arms as they found Swindle, pulled him in closer to the emergency jumpseat off to the side of the pilot's seat, designed for maintenance and a place to stretch if trapped in the cockpit for too long, pulling it out from the wall and ushering Swindle to sit. Like Vortex knew Swindle couldn't bring himself to sit in the pilot's seat of a mech that didn't belong to him, that still belonged to Vortex, even if First Aid was 'sharing' it now.

"Vee..." "Hush." The voice was rough, kindness having always been oddly difficult for Vortex to manage, always making him sound like he was angry at himself for daring to show any kind of humanity. That was the case now, of course. Death hadn't changed some things. A lot of things. Still, Vortex's cabling wrapped gently around Swindle once he sat, draping over his shoulders and snaking across his lap like one of Vortex's annoying full-body hugs that had always been so good simply because of their rarity, even if he had to be drunk to give them. The thought made Swindle want to tear up all over again, grief and stress radiating off of him even as he reached out to brush over one of the cables, feeling unseen eyes watching him as he did his best to gather himself, unable to feel any fear for the faint malevolent presence that surrounded him, because he knew that malevolence wasn't directed at him. It never had been."I...you didn't come back," Swindle whispered, swallowing to try and keep his voice steady. "You died, Vee, and everything else went to hell after. It's only gotten worse now, and I...I didn't...I didn't even know you were still in here. You died."

"Yeah, I died. But. Still here, little bro. Got me a good pilot now that I like, finally, but I'm still here." Vortex's voice softened a little, in ways that would make almost anyone who knew him before his death stare at him like he'd lost even more of his marbles. Nobody ever really got to see this side of him other than the one pilot in their group who was younger than him; Swindle had been the only one to deserve the softness he was capable of, and even then only in secret. "Can't get rid of me that easily. I still got your back, y'know?" The cables wrapped around Swindle tightened slightly, reiterating Vortex's point and enclosing him in just that little bit of security. A hug from his dead friend, who was not entirely dead, and always closer to being more than even a brother would have been.

"Okay Swindler. Let's talk, you'n me. Let's come up with a plan. I'm here, little bro." "Always will be."

[swordsandholly]

Should I start working on this College AU rugby player Soap x art history major (sort of low self-esteem) reader again?

I’ve been thinkin’ about it. Their story haunts me. Anyway here’s a snippet for you to judge:

You sit in the common grounds on an old, tattered quilt under one of the oaks. You managed to score a good spot today, just enough sun to be warm but not enough to force you to squint. The tree curves in that perfect shape for you to lean back against it. You’ve settled into your millionth re-read of Howl’s Moving Castle. A go to when college gets too hard for your brain and you need something easy to digest. Like saltines on a sick stomach.

A faint call of, “Bonnie!” jerks you from the quiet of your moment. Oh, God. Johnny comes jogging up from a group of his fellow rugby players. If only the way he smiles at you didn’t direct all of your attention onto him, maybe you could have gotten away with pretending not to see or hear him.

As it is, you totally can. You push your sunglasses up onto the top of your head and pluck out an earphone just to sit up on your elbows. “Johnny.”

All six foot of the man comes plunking down onto the grass beside you. “I don’ get tae see ye around campus often. Feels like I havennae seen ye in forever.”

“I work a lot.” You repeat. Why couldn’t the gods gift you with at least moderate conversational skills? “It’s only been, like, four days. You weren’t in class yesterday.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Aye… Might have, eh, partaken a bit too much…”

You snort. “As long as you weren’t drinking and driving.”

“I would never.” The response is immediate, his tone unrecognizably dark. A sore spot.

“I’ll give you the notes.” You tilt your head back, changing the subject quickly. The shadows move and the sun begins to encroach upon your spot. It’s nice, actually.

“Ye donnae have tae-”

“I don’t mind.” You wave him off. “We can go over them on study night.”

A loud whistle and a holler echo from the other side of the lawn. Johnny’s buddies are all grouped up, staring. Well, the ones that aren’t actively being distracted by pretty girls are. Your eye meets with the man in the mask, staring each other down for a very brief moment. A shiver runs down your spine as he turns away. Two of the others lean in, snickering while they watch the two of you. It makes your chest hurt in a far too familiar way.

“I think your boys are calling.” You turn back to look at Johnny.

“Och, they can wait.” He shrugs those wide shoulders. Has he gotten bigger recently? “Whit are ye readin’?”

“Oh, nothing, just some kids book…” Before you can tuck it away he snatches it up, flipping it over to the back.

“My sisters read this! They watched the movie a lot. S’about tha’ girl who gets swept off her feet by a dashing wizard, eh?” He grins and leans in. “Remind ye of anybody, bonnie?”

You sit up and scoff, snatching the book back. “Fancy yourself dashing, MacTavish?”

“On occasion.” He winks.

You roll your eyes and mock gag. The man sure lays it on thick. “Well if you read the book you’d know he’s a whiny little brat, so, frankly, yes, it does remind me of a certain somebody.”

Johnny pouts dramatically, only further proving your point. “Got a sharp tongue on ye, hen.”

“It comes in handy.” You chuckle.

“God, I’d be so good to ye.” He says so fast you almost miss it as he grins wide.

You splutter out an awkward laugh, caught entirely off guard. The words sting a bit. He’s joking, obviously. It’s a little cruel. Uncharacteristically so.

Another shout has Johnny rolling his eyes and standing up. “I’ll see ye Thursday?”

“Thursday…” You nod, eyes still wide. You’re sure you look ridiculous.

Mr. Johnny-Sees-All grins back at you with a knowing spark in his eye. “Later, hen!”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Continuity Error 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you are the resident tech and fly on the wall, until you’re not. (short!reader)

Characters: Thor, this reader is known as Stormie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The floor is quiet. The leadership meeting typically offers a respite from the usual buzz. You go through your task list, checking off each, checking in on those of other techs you're waiting on. Always a delay, always an excuse.

As you weave through your work, the conference room lets out. You check the clock, surprised at how early it is. It's usually at least forty minutes longer. Too bad.

There's a murmur across the room and you can't help but be irked by the low baritone creeping through the air. You glance over as Mr. Odinson speaks with a woman who used to work a few desks down. She looks agitated as he can barely look at her.

To your chagrin, he's watching you. She pulls his attention back before you can react. You quickly turn back to your screen. He probably wasn't looking at you.

His voice continues to pervade the space as it so often does. You peer over at two figures looming around the conference room door. One you know, Odinson's brother. A gloomy man without much consideration for others.

You get up and cross the space. You're overwhelmed by all the sudden activity and people who don't belong. There's still a ruckus sounding from the meeting room. Of course those in charge don't abide a tight schedule. You don't envy the PAs and their babysitting jobs.

You go into the break room. You have your thermos but you just need space. You're relieved to find it empty and exhale. You could do your job from home, for the most part. No one listens. No one hears.

"Ah, there she is. The woman I'm in need of," Odinson's voice has you spinning to face him.

You give a tight-lipped expression as you resist an all out scowl, "sir, I was just going back to my desk--"

"I've a more important task at hand," he interjects. You're not much of a talker, but you're not overly fond of being spoken over.

"Oh, sir, I have a task list--"

"Bah, some intern can see to maintenance," he waves off with his large hand. "This is much more intriguing."

You're not interested. Excitement is not for you. You keep things orderly, predictable, safe. You don't show your agitation and merely nod.

"Alright, but I do have some projects--"

"Not buts. Come. Get your bag."

You hesitate. "My bag?"

"Yes, we must hurry," he claps his hands and you flinch. "I'm already behind. Those meetings always do go overly long."

He bounces on his heel and turns, strutting out without further argument. Oh boy. This can't be good. Most days, you rarely leave your desk. A bathroom break here or there, maybe to get some water, but you avoid anything more. Even when there are donuts in the breakroom. The sugar just makes you sleepy.

You cautiously go back out to your desk and sit. You're a bit shocked. Can't he find someone else? There are a dozen techs who would be slathering to be his lap dog. You're certain whatever he has in mind hardly requires IT. One of his manager buddies could sort him out.

You calmly shut down your computer and tuck your thermos in your bag. It doesn't feel right. Packing up this early. It makes your ears itchy. This isn't how it goes. This isn't what you were ready for today.

"Come, let us go," Odinson reappears as he checks his watch.

"Sir," you stand and take your jacket, folded neatly over the back of your chair. You hook your bag over your other shoulder. "How long--"

"So curious. Let's face our adventure head on," he insists as he ushers you ahead of him.

You're glad your back is to him as you lead him between the other desks, though you aren't happy for the prying glances. The flirty temps and the gossipy seniors are all watching. From the outside, this must look rather strange. You doubt any of these people even recognise you.

You step into the elevator and as he gets on, you swear he makes it dip before the doors close. He turns to stand side by side with you, close even as no one else joins you. A man his size must make most spaces seem cramped. He taps the button down to the parking garage. You scrunch up your mouth.

"Sir, is this the Harriford office again? I thought Scott--"

"Ah, you have so many questions. Consider it a special assignment," he explains. "I will be sure a premium is added to your next cheque."

"Sir," you begin.

"Please, Thor, as I prefer it. It is only just us, after all."

How could you forget? Just you and him. You sink into resignation with the descent of the elevator.

As the compartment stops at the bottom, he waves you out first. You stop just outside the doors as you are disoriented by the large garage. He brushes your lower back and points across the lot. You shift away from his touch.

He leads you over to his car. A luxury car in a regal red. He opens the door for you and you chew down your anxiety. You get in the seat and search for the belt, finding it at an awkward angle that has you twist to reach it it. He gets in the driver's side and sighs. His legs are too long even as his seat is pushed much further back than your own.

"Ah, little one," he says as he starts the engine with the push of a button, "did I mention that blouse is rather... pretty."

You frown and look down. Beige and brown stripes. Not exactly Vogue material. Thrifted and unstained. Your standard.

Your shoulders rise and inch, "thank you, sir."

He grips the wheel and backs out, so fast you grip the door, hugging your bag in your other arm. He swoops around and redirects, speeding through the rows and slamming his brakes as he swerves around. He's an awful driver.

He comes to the ramp and you're pushed into the seat as he revs up into the sunlight. You suppress a groan. He's just as reckless as you would expect.

"Never fear, little one, I would not let you get hurt," he assures you and chuckles. "Isn't it nice to get out of the office?"

No. You just breathe and keep a tight hold on the door. The few responses you can think of aren't appropriate. You can only hope that this is a quick job.

[starlightshore]

On the one hand, only one person has a bond with them, and their whole in game schtick is dependent on the body of water, So its going to feel like a Pinky and The Brain and Elmyra situation to the outside observer. On the other hand, uncomfortable growth is a running theme, and after introductions they would have fun chemistry with the party and serve as proof of existence/individuality for Winnifred, I think? on your third hand, learning to let go is important for Mg. “I have eaten my cake and must break reality to have it too” and having them as like, a pen pal would also be nice. On your final hand that mostly exists for symmetry, you are the god of your au, the audience will have a blast even if you suddenly add in Optimus Prime to give advice and flirt. Indulge and everyone else will have fun. People don’t usually add much to the party, so seeing it will be fun and relatively unique if you choose to do it. To quote that sackboy meme: “get jiggy with it.” Ok sorry have a good day! Sorry for any mistakes I’m half awake.

anon i love the way you think you seem super chill and cool. thank you for such a kind and thoughtful ask! B)

And yeaaa the Pinky and The Brain And Elmyra vibe is real, to me its like how people put a ton of focus on Grillby from Undertale. (Although you could make the argument at least Grillby was a pillar of the Snowdin community and obvs is at friendly w/ Sans, a main char)

I 100% Shelly can work well with different themes if I want to pull the strings in different directions I could! i personally love the idea of Loop (And by extension Siffrin) having friends outside the party because!!!! its so important!!! for them to do that!

Loop especially because statically it had been at least a year of time loops (my headcanon was that it was like, idk, 3 years?) and that's A LOT of time spent with their family. like, i love my family, but i can't imagine spending that much time w/ them that closely ya know? it'd be healthier for Loop to learn that hey, you can form bonds with people outside ur family circle buddy.

Like, literally, their whole world was the family for so long!!!! but also just inventing OCs feels a lil unnatural to me (ok, that's a lie, i've done it before for Fallen Royalty) so choosing my favorite NPC to be relevant is a good compromise. Although, the pick has more weight to it than that.

Siffrin only has an acquaintanceship with Shelly, there was no chance of a real friendship because of the World Ending + Loops just not allowing for something to grow. BUT I think the activity and the downtime separated from their situation would have been SUPER helpful, mentally. That's kinda what Shelly represents to me. The freedom to learn an activity that's NEW and unassociated from everything else.

Also I know it was a metaphor but "add in Optimus Prime to give advice and flirt" is so funny cause now i'm imagining what a plot derailment it'd be for Loop to fall for Shelly. Like everyone's like "who the fuck is this random fella kissing siffrin"

i only care about shipping when it's funny

(this is also a lie)

[just-animaxiz]

More Background Redesigns!

Two of them are already named: Buttermaker and Harry

And the girl's not named, but I do like the name Elena from the other au by @peacenessbringshappiness

Here are their bits!

BUTTERMAKER

Buttermaker is an active player, especially at Jet-ski racing!

He sees the Freshmen boys like little bros - Specifically Randy and Bucky. That is because he has little brothers who are freshmen too, but they're in another school!

It's also why he has different methods based on his anger against his little bros. For example, when Randy accidentally ruined his jet-ski and he was really sorry, Buttermaker only pinched his ear.

Buttermaker used to live near a beach, so it's understandable with his obsession of water, swimming, and sunscreen.

He is dating Jiefan and Soo-Ho, and they are a happy polyamory together. Buttermaker is like their golden retriever boyfriend.

He used to hate math, but when Harry is his study buddy, he became close to him due to Harry's help (even though Harry doesn't like him)

Buttermaker doesn't have favorites, but he is a big fan of the Oni (Aka Spike). His big brother energy and moves are the BRUCE!

HARRY

Harry is, what you can call, a petty man.

Even though he is sophisticated and a perfectly-adjustable man in studies, Harry has a jealousy streak. Especially towards Buttermaker.

Why is the idiot popular when Harry worked his way up?! He's the top head of the Norrisville High Moustache Society - He have grades worthy of scholarships - And he's the only one who have success in his jobs!

And most importantly, why did Jiefan have to date that stupid, idiotic, -

Despite his jealousy, Harry is a good writer, especially when it comes to music. He is a fan of this popular series featuring a human wizard in a magical school.

ELENA

Elena is sassy, fashionable, and cares more about her hair than anything.

Her hair means everything to her, and she takes care of it every day. People may say she's self-absorbed, but that's because Elena had bad bullying experiences with kids cutting off her hair.

Even though she is spoiled, Elena doesn't treat others in a bad way. She only treat others who deserves it, like the blonde twins who like to brag to one-up her everyday.

Elena has a crush, but she doesn't reveal it to anyone. She doesn't keep it in her notes or anything, just in her head.

There are things mysterious about Elena, but all you need to know is that she has a great sense of fashion for decades!

[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 22

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n → contains smut, fluff and angst → chapter twenty two; wc | 5k

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index ⇢ next chapter

Hoseok glanced at his phone for the 50th time of the evening, he'd texted you again. but he received no response from you. As a matter of fact, that had him worried and doubtful too. he'd never thought you would leave him on delivered for almost 3 days besides, it's much more bizarre as he'd seen you come online a couple of times.

had he ever told that he follows your Instagram? yeah, he does. you're inactive, and barely ever post a story. your account is public but there are zero posts, your side profile as your dp, and one highlight that's named 'randoms' which contains pictures of your graduation, coffee aesthetic snaps, and one selfie of you in 2019 in which you're cuddled up with two dogs hiding inside your neck and the most recent picture was of you with a few other girls at a bar.

which was almost 6 months ago. that was all. he could see the green active sign each time you come on Instagram and the 'active 24 mins ago'. all it did was leave Hoseok in disappointment. he thought you considered him to be your friend. at least a little more than just a work buddy, he'd been over to your place and you both spoke a lot during work, during breaks, and outside work. 'what's going on?'

was all that he could think of. he didn't understand what's taking you so long to come back to work and more specifically why it's taking you so damn long to reply to his texts. it's unusual and very much unlike you. you're supposedly at your parent's place for a personal reason but, are you even okay?

The man looked around his kitchen, he spent 3 hours this Sunday trying to perfect ice cream in gooey cookie flavor. and well.. he thinks he wasted his time doing all that he did for no reason. the more he denies himself and the more he pushes himself to stop thinking of you, it just makes him want to see you more.

he considers you to be his good friend, a friend that he never had and always wanted. but friends don't stay up all night searching for ice cream recipes to make the perfect replica of a gooey cookie ice cream that you like. is that typical of friends?

- 

"the name of the restaurant and the place of it do not match! they need a new name change." you whisper over to Jungkook as he walks beside you, giving you a side eye as you both approach the eatery that comes into view with its inviting light and the soft glow of the street lights as you both walk down the avenue.

the night air is slighter colder today than the rest of the week, it has to be the beautiful trees and plants surrounding the area, a few kilometers far from the city, this restaurant is located at a lovely place that offers outdoor seating with a marvelous sight to watch. as the two of you proceeds towards the entrance, the aroma of fresh herbs and cooked pasta reaches you much before you two walk inside.

heading to the entrance, you both enter the patio where couples are seen clicking their wine glasses to each other's, laughter echos at the area and a few children run around the little garden beside their tables. Jungkook looks over at you, and so do you and you both share a soft smile. "table for two?"

"yes, please." the host guides both of you to your table, offers the menu, and makes his way back to the entrance. you wasted no time and quickly began to scan the menu to find the one dish that sounded satisfying. Jungkook tried hard to resist his smile, he'd never seen a woman become this enthusiastic over food. he thinks he may have already lost his appetite watching you get so eager.

"what are you gonna have?" you question him and he looks at his menu, he's not the biggest fan of pasta but he'll manage for you. he avoided checking out the heavy cream and cheese plates of pasta and flipped his way to the Aglio section. it's relatively a much healthier option. "probably the Aglio." you sighed and rolled your eyes at him. "eating cream pasta one night won't ruin your body, relax." "I'm just not very hungry. but you can order as you wish." you put down the menu on the table and pout. "don't do that!"

whining, you almost made him chuckle. "do what?" "don't tempt me, I might buy everything on the menu!" "go ahead then." "shut up, Jungkook!! I'm having a hard time choosing, everything looks so good!" he let out a short-lived laugh before the waiter walked over to your table. "would you like to place your order, sir?" Jungkook nods his head and gestures over to you.

"ma'am first." you smile and list out your order. "one, carbonara in a single serving. one, fettuccine alfredo in a family style and- for appetizer one portion of buffalo wings!" you end your order with an ear-to-ear smile sitting on your face. Jungkook thinks you must be insane because there's no way you're gonna eat it all up by yourself, he looked over the other table and had a family-size pasta for a family of 3 and they

did not finish it up. the waiter surely glitched for a while before he turned to Jungkook. "one, aglio e olio." "is that it?" "what about drinks, y/n?" "uh-" you opened up the menu again and you let your eyes scroll down the variety of beverages that they offer.

"I think I'll get the chocolate milkshake." Jungkook pressed his lips together to suppress the smile, you have no idea how adorable and childish you sounded when you gave your order for a milkshake, it made him want to do a little happy hop.

"I'll have a Lambrusco, that's it." "your orders have been noted, they will be brought to you shortly." he wanted some wine in his system but he wanted to keep it low and avoid getting drunk. "that sounds new to me, what is it?" you ask him once the waiter leaves. "it's an Italian red wine but with very low alcohol."

"Oh." you pout, knowing you can't have wine makes you sad. it's been so damn long since you sipped on one. this reminds Jungkook of your past when you spoke about your addictions to your gyno. he's surprised that he remembers but wasn't sure if he should ask you about it if it's even appropriate here but he's also curious and thinks you both have a fairly close bond than before.

your eyes roam around the place, couples looking so lovingly at each other while they talk about things they love and want to do, they kiss, they smile, they laugh. the women in their most gorgeous outfits that would make anyone simp on them, you can't stop staring at them, what about the men then. and on the other hand, families. moms and dads with little kids, you guessed about 3-5 years. they looked very exhausted.

Jungkook decided to give his go and ask you about yourself because he realized, he actually does not know much about you. he honestly knows nothing about you. "so y/n.." he begins, and you turn to face him. "yeah?" he bites his lower lip, reconsidering what he was gonna ask but he thinks it may be too personal for now so he might ask well start off with baby steps, it still makes him nervous.

"tell me about you, I don't think we've ever spoken to each other like normal adults." you chuckled and nodded, you agreed. every time you two talk, it ends up in bickering. "wow, you really started off awkwardly." Jungkook knows he was a little uncomfortable by giving a hesitant start with the

'so.. y/n?' and now that you voiced it he feels slightly red-faced. he removes his beanie and ruffles his hair, in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to be awkward but-"

"Hey, I was kidding!" you mumble, and then taking a deep breath you place your elbows on the table and put your chin between the back of your palms, you give him a confident look, like you're interested to speak up. what do you wanna know? "I think you already know enough about me." he eyeballed you with a side eye and a chuckle. "all I know is that you're adamant as fuck and straightforward. "that is all you should know then." you mumbled and broke into laughter along with him. "no really, tell me more."

you let out a sigh along with a nod. "you could tell that I'm the only child." Jungkook perked up, he hadn't thought through it before but knowing you're the only child fascinates him. In fact, this makes him think how he's never heard you talk about your family ever. "I never thought about it but go on." "I'm the only child to my parents and I'm also half Korean, you can see that." he definitely knows that it's pretty clear in your face. the features show that you're not Korean enough but it's more beautiful he thinks.

he never understood why the Korean standard of beauty had strict rules, he thinks it's beautiful for women to have fullness whether it's the face or body. the so-called standard has only made women insecure and hard on themselves to match up to it often taking away the glow from most women's faces. "that I know.'' he whispers as he takes notice of how you look fresh, you always look fresh.

you had a healthy body, fit, had your stuff, the curves as well but now with pregnancy your face has that graceful glow that sits perfectly. "I must meet my parents soon." you look away and then at his face, you notice how quiet it gets between the two of you. You got Jungkook thinking about his parents too, a sensitive, hated topic, something that he wouldn't want to talk to anyone. and to your surprise, it doesn't feel weird. the silence is nice and most importantly comfortable. "so? are you the only child?"

he nods to your question and you smile while raising your eyebrow. "I could tell." Jungkook smiles and looks up at the open sky, he's not into nature but why does the moon look so beautiful to him today. "you like the moon?" you look up to see what he's watching too and you smile softly. "I love the moon." "you don't look like someone who loves the moon and stars." "you don't have to look like it, but I do in fact I even love the beach." "Really?" "yeah!" the more you talk, the more fascinated Jungkook is by your words.

he wants to know more about you but he keeps it short today, slow steps. "why are you obsessed with pasta?" you turned your head sharply at him with a frown. "are you really asking me that?" the man was stunned by how aggressive your tone sounds. "it's a pregnancy craving, i was never a pasta girlie until now and I'm also starting to crave for anything chocolate and I'm trying hard to avoid them like i don't wanna gain more weight. I keep gaining a couple of pounds every 2 weeks." this makes him laugh, his eyes close and he throws his head back.

You don't think this is that funny so you feel offended. "what?" "Darling, trust me! you don't look any different from the first time I met you. what pounds? I see nothing but a belly." "You're lying! look at me! it's not like I'm stepping on my own self but I can feel the pounds-" "The pounds are all that belly!"

"Hey, don't say it like that!! she's beautiful!!" you caress your stomach with a pout and scrunched eyebrows. Jungkook pauses when he hears you say 'she' in specific and widens his eyes.

"you know the gender?" "I don't, I just assume and besides, the bump is mine, like a part of me so it just makes it a she but that's not like the baby, it's just the bump." he doesn't get it so he just nods it away instead. honestly, that made you think a little more. you will be able to find the gender next month, but at the same time, you don't want to either. you wanna surprise yourself but you also can't wait.

When you look down to glance at your bump, you get flashbacks on random days like how you spend hours talking to the baby, singing to him/her in your hideous voice but you still enjoy it so much. making Bam lay his head on the bump was the most adorable thing you've ever done, you even have pictures of him doing that, sleeping on your bump.

you took selfies with your bump popping out of your crop top which you can not get yourself to fit it. but it looked so fucking cute, especially since your belly button is now an outie and it just pops out and looks so sweet!! your bump is not very big, like how your mom told you that when she was pregnant with you, her bump was big already in 4 months, she assumed you were a boy but you were just goddamn heavy.

a big baby. so you can't guess which gender your baby is, all you want is for him/her to be born healthy. that's all. even though this pregnancy is not the best journey that you've been through, you've had different plans to achieve which you failed in but even as pregnancy you expected a much easier journey with your man by your side, it sometimes makes you think how much of a failure you've become to your parents, yourself and this little baby you carry. but you try to be as optimistic as you could be.

"y/n? hey?" Jungkook calls out your name as you've lost yourself in your daydreams. the pasta lays on the table and your eyes get so big, round, and sparkly. he loves the look of it, he would buy you a zillion pasta portions if you're gonna look this cute. "go on." he mutters but before you begin, you pull out your phone to capture a picture of the food.

Jungkook's eyebrows raise, he didn't think you were someone who liked to take pictures, he'd never seen you take one before. "don't look at me like that. the plating looks fancy and pretty!" you post it on your Instagram story without any captions or gifs.

"bon appetit." you mumble as you take a sniff of the cream and grab the fork to dig into it. the family serving portion is indeed, huge as fuck! but you think you can manage, at least some would be left for breakfast tomorrow. "Is it good?" he asks you, and you give him no verbal answer.

just throwing your head back and moaning. Jungkook gets his answer immediately and smiles heavenly. "yeah, it's good. it's fucking amazing Jeon Jungkook! My cravings are satisfied for the 90th time." like that he watches you grab your buffalo wings as if they would run away. "The food won't disappear y/n, slow down you might choke." "I won't! don't interrupt a pregnant lady's appetite!"

the man decided to stop talking and just focus on your eating, he didn't think he would be full just by watching you eat, but here he is. playing with his food. "you stopped sending me work in like weeks now." you asked him with the cream sauce all around your lips and chin. he thought you wouldn't notice it, but now he has to attempt to keep this topic for later, at least until you're done eating. "I don't think it makes any difference, I handle the expenses anyway."

"yeah but like, I still need money and how long are you gonna keep doing this?" "As long as I can, don't worry about anything, I've got it sorted." he assures you and continues eating his meal too.

-

"I didn't think you'd eat it all up." "I was starving and my appetite is a lot more than it was before anyway. I need this bit packed though."  Jungkook gestures to the waiter to box up the remaining food so you can take it back home. "think you can walk with all that food inside you?" "Jungkook that's so rude, of course, I can!" "yeah, which woman would say no to shopping?"

he mumbles under his breath but just loud enough for you to hear and you did, you scowled at him and rolled your eyes. Jungkook pays with his card and tells you that it's time to go. you both walk to his car, he parked it away because you want to have a little stroll in the pretty lane, he holds the paper bag with the pasta for you even though you told him you could carry it yourself. "I didn't think we could ever leave some silence between us or at least a peaceful silence."

Jungkook begins and you let out a chuckle, your palm sits on your bump while you look around the dark sky and the trees that break some leaves that touch your face. "me neither, it was just so difficult to agree to anything you say." "no, it's just that you're way too adamant, even if it's for your benefit, you'll never agree. that's some arrogance." "hey, you're arrogant too!" "nowhere closer as you are."

you take the passenger seat and he takes the driver's. he has a few questions in his mind but he isn't sure if now is the best time because you're in a pleasant mood and he doesn't want to ruin it but these thoughts and unanswered words that he was reminded of suddenly just keep him in doubt. he's fully aware of what's gonna come for him next when he speaks about the whole work issue. "just wanted to inform you that I've put enough money in your account, so you don't have to wait for anyone, you can order whatever you wan-"

"wait, which money?" the puzzled look crossed your face with your eyebrows knitted together, he didn't understand why you were confused, he assumed that you get the details on your phone. "yeah? did you not check your phone?" you immediately opened your little crossbody bag and took out your phone.

you then check the messages that you receive from your online bank app and see that a different account has transferred money. "I didn't check my phone much- but this isn't the company acc-" "It's my personal account. I figured it would be easier and safer to transfer money with my personal and I also appointed Jimin to step in for you during your absence." "but I was working fine-" you argue but before you can say anything more, he interrupts you.

"a lot is coming up with work and it's not gonna be easy working from home. Don't worry, you can take over once you're ready for work. that is after a long maternity leave." you're grateful for Jungkook who had out in so much thought but you also don't feel right about this. you feel like you're being a burden to him and his work. "when did you do this?"

Jungkook glances at you and then at the road. "2 days back when I saw you drained out. I transferred the money then just in case which is probably why you hadn't seen the messages and about Jimin, gave him the responsibilities a week ago if I'm not mistaken." "How did he react to that? probably over the moon."

Jungkook doesn't usually look into reactions or any feedback but he vaguely remembers how Jimin was not very Jimin when he told him to cover up for you. Jungkook tilts his head to you and his lips pursue his thoughts. "actually, he was not. he didn't look happy about it, which now I think is very unlike him." You sighed and crossed your arms while watching the traffic lights hit red. "he probably thinks you gave him charity work."

the man beside you fully turned his head to watch you, he recalls seeing Jimin disturbed, detached from the work surroundings, he looked expressionless throughout the day and no responses were heard from him. Jimin, the man he is. never fails to question choices and pull out any flaws, very connected and attentive at work. something was up with him.

"no, I think he's going through a phase in his life. it's nothing related to you." the signal turns amber and he proceeds to drive. you were lost in the lights thinking about how you're gonna repay the man for everything he's done and is doing currently.

the silence was beginning to feel oppressive mainly for you because you were thinking of everything that you shouldn't be. your lips part to say something then you stop, Jungkook could see from the corner of your eyes that you're having a hard time after he told you about the transfer. 'should I have not told her?' he thinks to himself, as his fingers drum the steering wheel. "you have to let me repay you." the words come out as a whisper but it was loud enough in the quiet surrounding for him to hear.

the man closes his eyes for a second and heaves a heavy breath, which sounds like he is done. "I don't wanna repeat this y/n but I'm not doing this for a return of anything. I want to help, I want to take up my responsibilities and I do so." "but it doesn't feel right." you say a bit louder, he can hear the tinge of guilt in your voice but he doesn't want you to feel this way.

the topic of repaying, triggers him. he knows that you're not a woman who likes to get her needs in an easier way, he knows that you like to earn it and you don't want to be charity to anyone, but he needs you to know that everything he does is not out of pity or forcefully because now is the consequences. he's doing it because he wants to do so. "it is right and I will continue to take up my responsibilities, whether you like it or not." his car arrives at the mall and he parks before pausing to gaze at you thoughtfully.

you look at the parking lot, biting on the flesh of your inner cheek, not wanting to be vulnerable with the man beside you because you're so grateful for everything, you're happy and you know that your pregnancy is a little at ease because he makes it easier when it comes to fulfilling your cravings, living and basic necessities. he fulfils the financial aspect which is one of the main facts that you lack.

but one more factor that you lack is a partner and when you think about it, what plays in your mind is what happened back at your apartment this morning. you're fully aware that you would be in a very difficult position if Jungkook is not doing what he does. it's not that you wouldn't be able to finance yourself but he makes it easy and carefree. he looks at you carefully and knows you've probably got a hundred million thoughts inside your mind. he parks at the parking lot and then he proceeds to say calmly,

"wanna go shopping?" you gulp thinking 'now he's gonna pay for all the clothes that I get too. ' "Whatever you're contemplating, let it go and come with me to get you new clothes. Come on." he mumbles softly, removing his seatbelt as he gets down from his car and walks to your side. he opens the door and you still don't move. 'adamant. adamant. adamant.' he repeats to himself. he bends his head down to see you.

"you're doing too much, Jungkook." you mutter at which he only smiles. "let me do too much then, it's only for you." he whispers ever so softly and beautifully, adoring your angry face. "come on, angry bird." he removes your seatbelt carefully from you and holds his hand at you. you look up at him and sigh. "come on, there's also a new ice cream shop here." you try hard to stop yourself from smiling, it's not fair that he can use food to melt you away.

he giggles, he thinks he found your weakness. "fast, fast! let's get chocolate ice cream or cookie dough or whatever that you like." "I like gooey chewy flavor." you hold his hand and carefully get on your feet. "what the fuck is that?" "It's my favorite Ben & Jerry's ice cream flavor." he scrunches his nose and glances at you. "sounds so childish." "ice cream makes everyone a child." "Incorrect! I like mint choco chip, that's not something kids usually prefer."

"ew, it tastes like toothpaste." Jungkook stops his tracks when you have to place your bag at the bag check and then when you both walk through the metal detectors. he gives you a frown, his eyebrows meeting each other as he passes through the detector and waits for you. "what?" you ask him, as he's been looking at you with an exaggerated frown which looks hilarious. "People Who haven't tried it, often say that it's like toothpaste. " "Of course, I haven't tried it. ew!"

"you're gonna try it today, just watch!" "you can't force a pregnant woman." "we'll see about that." he walks beside you to the ice cream shop, before taking the elevator to the clothes store. Time Square Mall is huge so you both will have a while to roam around so dessert first. the Baskin Robbins was right in front of you two so you both walk towards it. "mint choco is right there." "I can see it, darling. I'm gonna get one just so you could try it." "You're just gonna waste a couple of wons." "Who said so, I will have it."

"Sure. One scoop of cookie and one scoop of pralines and cream." "and one mint chocolate chip." you give him a disgusted look and he gives an eye roll. "enjoy, ma'am." "Thanks!" "I need to take a picture." "no, it needs to be pretty. take one for me." You ask him with a pout. "what do I get in return?" you sigh and think. "fine, I'll try the stupid toothpaste!" He smiles and takes your phone to snap a picture for you.

"Instagram?" "don't tell me you don't use insta-" "What the fuck y/n. I'm not 60!" "Well, then you should follow me!" "I might have got you from my suggestions but I removed it." You let your mouth open wide at him in exaggerated shock. "leave Jungkook! bye!" "hey hey, shit. I will follow you."

you both then proceed to take the pictures, you hold the ice cream with your left hand because that's where the rings hug your fingers. "make sure my bump isn't visible." "Of course, shit! can't have people wondering where that came from." he mumbles and you gasp, you both giggle and he snaps the most perfect picture of you, your face slightly blurred but surely it shows that you're laughing with the ice cream on focus.

the dessert looks delightful and velvety but you look beautiful and he wishes he would've snapped the scene with his own camera. but he did, he's glad he snapped it with his eyes, that's most precious and saved in his heart. "here." He passes the phone to you and you check the picture. "CEO, chef and photographer? that's some skill, Jeon! all-rounder! hold this for me, please."

"sure madame." you hand him your cup and type down a short caption in your story. 'if you need me, I'll be over in my ice cream zone!' the huge smile that sits on your face, makes Jungkook almost blush. 'damn, you're so pretty.' he thinks. "if you need me wha-" "if you need me, I'll be over in my ice cream zone~" you repeated your caption with attitude and accent, making him laugh. "don't you think that sounds cringe?" "Jungkook, you're entire existence is cringe.

please walk forward!" you both laugh while he hands over your ice cream to you. "you said you were gonna try mine." "Wow, you don't forget stuff huh?" "Never!" he passes his flavor at you and you already make a disgusted face. "try it!" he says and you take his spoon and scope the littlest bit. "you didn't even get a chocolate chip." you scope a bigger one and put it into your mouth. immediately you choke. "fuck-"

Jungkook grabs your spoon full of the cookie and cream and puts it into your mouth. "shit are you okay-" "what the actual fuck! that almost killed me!" he leaves with a deep sigh, the 1 second took his life. "you scared me, woman!" "It tasted like my ice cream had a cold! what the-" you both broke out in laughter, so much that you had to hold on to Jungkook's arm so you wouldn't fall. Jungkook's whole face turned red from all that laughing. "stop- i'll go into labour!" "fuck no please!"

"is that who I think it is? why do they look familiar to-" he checked his phone, and a notification popped. 'lee.ynxx posted a story' from Instagram. he swiped on the notification and checked the story, seeing you with an ice cream cup.

he put his phone down and saw a woman and a man, the woman recognizable and the man so much more familiar. the couple stops laughing and takes deep breaths, rubbing her hand over her bump. "let's go!" she mumbles and turns towards the elevator.

"y/n? and- she's pregnant?!!"

next chapter ⇢

[theshypinkflower]

I've got a really really really really quick question

How would the WHOLE ENTIRE boyfriend to death cast react or do with a muscle mommy MC

(I FREAKING LOVE MUSCLE MOMMY'S, I WANT TO JUST GET PICKED UP BY ONE OR BE THE LITTLE SPOON WHEN CUDDLING!!!)

Strade: Strade is like the least judgmental person. You know how many bears bro dealt with in the 80s? You are no different to him honey! Although he might stay a bit clear of you in the instance you over power him. He'd roofie you at the bar jussssssssst to make sure you don't turn the tables on him. You're tied up with extra strength rope. If he manages to trust you, it'd sure be nice to have someone stronger to lift bodies n haul shit.

Lawrence: You remind him of Vincent. Points off if you're loud and crass like him too. Lawrence has some strength but probably not enough to overpower someone who works out constantly. All of his strength is in his arms from hauling stuff in the warehouse, and that muscle is slowly deteriorating as he rots,

Ren: HELL YES!!!! Ren has seen porn of at least category of woman on r34, and muscle mommies are no exemption to him. Does he prefer them? Not really but he can see the appeal. Besidessssss he gets to be the little spoon! I feel like Ren is a lot less picky then Fox is

Sano: I'm sorry but you're just...you're way off on his criteria for dolls. You remind him of his brother and his gym buddies. Who's ever heard of a buff doll? (Unless we're talking about a G.I. Joe doll). I'm sorry but it's a no for Sano.

Akira: Not his usual type of woman, but I think he'd be open minded to giving you a shot. Your bonding activity is just working out together. He's a bit scrawny when he leaves the circus (it's hard to work out when you're running away), but he gains muscle pretty quick. Plus he knows what to get you. A whole jar of protein powder in your favorite flavor. Seriously, Akira is like a really good boyfriend. It's Sano who holds him back.

Vincent: You two would become friends rather than love interest. Like he challenges you to arm wrestles all the time and like Akira, enjoys working out with you. There is a possibility down the line you two could become lovers, but for now he sees you as a friend. You're like his partner in crime and you're basically the only woman he defends. Vincent has a little hint of sexism in him...but other than that he's aight.

Cain: You don't fit who he'd normally date. But he's at least friendly and compliments your workout routine. You would become a bit of a passion project for him though. Like in this AU I imagine that Cain's full time job is a seamstress and he just plays piano at clubs for fun. So he'd constantly be making you dresses that would HOPEFULLY compliment your physique.

Rire: Doesn't care as long as you're a fun time (and not in the normal way). He'd poke so much fun at your strength once you try fighting him off. "Where's all that strength you worked so hard for, hm? And like Samsun, his strength was gone once his beard was cut."

[sapphicrot]

Your cycle consumes itself. What have you become?

(ˡᵒʳᵉ ᵈᵘᵐᵖ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ ᶜᵘᵗ)

SO THIS IS MY INV VS SAINT AU!! It started as a shitpost and uh. Spiralled. Out of control. And now it’s genuine lol.

Enot and Saint are basically mortal enemies, and Saint needs to get Enot OUT OF THE CYCLES in order to continue his work, because this damn horny bastard won’t stop hunting him down…for some reason. Isn’t ascension the greatest gift you can bestow upon the creatures suffering in this barren wasteland? At least Saint thinks that. Inv, on the other hand, does not.

Enot stumbles upon Pebbles while passing through the silent construct, trying to find food one day. He takes a liking to this half-dead pink toaster, bringing him scraps of fabric as blankets and lanterns, and the best part…talking to him. Inv, somehow, can talk to iterators. And despite Pebbles’ very limited ability to reply, he does appreciate the company, and slowly the cycles become less agonizing. Pebbles has a friend. However, when Saint finds him, his immediate reaction is to attempt to ascend him—and he is tackled by a very angry slugcat, hissing and spitting at him in defence of its friend.

When Saint attempts to ascend him, he misses, just barely clipping Enot’s tail and glitching him half-out of reality. He then realizes, to his horror, that his karma seems to be draining. Whatever the hell this thing is, it’s dangerous, and Saint retreats to restore his karma (and heal some of the nasty wounds Enot gave him).

Inv turns back to see Pebbles, staring at him in pure fear, before he simply whispers out a “Thank…you…”. And that’s when Inv makes it his mission to save Pebbles (and everyone else) from Saint.

This leads to Inv running around the map, hot on Saint’s heels, trying to get any and all the iterators to figure out a way to get off their damn strings and LIVE again! Most of them are collapsed or semi-collapsed, so it’ll be an uphill battle, but when a glitchy, teleporting slugcat with the ability to speak tells you to do something…you’d be kinda inclined to do it.

Anyways the reason Enot can’t be ascended is because he is happy to give in to every single one of the great taboos. Wrath, Lust, Friendship, Gluttony, and Self Preservation. He revels in them. And if he can help the others experience them, and become happy with living again, they’ll be immune too! Also he is ridiculously OP to the point of him basically just having DevTools active because I think it’s Funny. He can glitch-teleport and drains the karma of beings around him. He also talks super casually and I think it’s funny.

A little bit of their dynamic hehe:

“Hey, pal!”

“I would like you to stop calling me that, please. You may call me the Saint.”

“Ahah. Not happening.”

“You are incredibly disrespectful.”

“Hey man, I’m not the one calling myself a saint but then running around killing shit and acting like it’s a good thing.”

“You use such vulgar words. I ascend beings, freeing them from the torment of these endless cycles. It is my purpose.”

“Even the ones who don’t want to go? Bro, you don’t even ask. The last robot you almost merked was screaming “no wait” at you, and you still think you’re in the right here? You’re not some kind of righteous saint, that’s called being a fuckin’ serial killer.”

“You do not understand what you are talking about!”

“Whoa, buddy! Are you gettin’ mad? Ain’t that…a lil taboo? PFFT look at your face!”

“I am not tolerating this any longer. Goodbye.”

That’s all I can think of rn! Send asks if you like!

[emptyjunior]

The concept of Riz dying decades or in some cases Centuries before his friends is too sad for me, anyways Riz isekai/regression au. 

So Riz, at the end of his life, I assume a decorated private investigator, maybe in and out of many agencies until he like unearthed corruption in them and got kicked out, you know just general Riz stuff.  

I think he would honestly get Jacked, but in like a wiry way, I think by the time he was old his combat sense and powers of deduction would be Insane even if his body cannot keep up with his mind anymore. 

And then I assume he’d die peacefully in bed OR in a dramatic and horrifying conspiracy, possibly on a sinking boat or a waterfall, that all his friends would have to investigate in his honour. 

So Riz dead, gone, finally at peace. 

Or at least he Thinks, BEEP BEEP annoying sound of alarm clock waking him up for his first day of school. 

Chronomancy is most likely to blame. 

So general premise is Riz instantly goes from an awkward teen scrambling to solve his babysitter’s disappearance, with no resources or social skills, twitchy and underfed to a calm and seasoned detective. I think that morning when Sklonda goes to see where he is, he’s made her breakfast, bacon and pancakes. And as she sits down in shock at the table, he quietly slides a file over to her which is every active case she’s working on, methodically solved with notes and clearly explained timelines to the culprit. And if she turns it over to the back, there’s also a resignation letter in there and an application to law school ready to be filled out. And when Sklonda looks up at Riz shaken, he just gives her a kiss on the forehead and a smile like he’s seeing someone he hasn’t seen for many years and then calmly goes to class. 

I also want: 

-Dealing with bullies that first day like Ragh and Fabian like he’s greeting loved ones. Darting out of their attempts to grab him with a dancer’s flourish that he could have only learnt from a high elf... 

-I think Fabian would be a Big Part of his plans (because the most fun part of regression time travel stories is when they start Amassing wealth) so I think he honestly just goes straight to his house, tells Bill Seacaster that him and his son are best friends (which Fabian would SCREAM at if he got humiliated by this goblin earlier that day) and then challenges Bill to a shooting contest and thrashes him, which makes Bill keel over with laughter, offer him a place on his crew, offers him his son’s hand (Fabian is hitting critical levels of red anger embarrassed face at this point) 

-Other fun ways to gather wealth, Riz just robs Kalvaxus. Just remembers every little detail about the accounts from his files, goes to the bank, gives all the current passwords, transfers the Entire dragonhoard to his own account 

-And yes the plot would all be decimating Goldenhoard that first year, so Riz just saves every girl before they’re captured, the maidens that have already been taken, hunts them down. I think he goes to the gas station that Johnny Spells and his friend’s occupy, locks the door and walks right into this den of bikers, just full Kingsman fight sequence decimates them. Because I think he would feel So good getting a body back that hasn’t been rung with years of stress and Kristen Shenanigans that he is in like peak condition 

-First Day finds the rogue teacher which is why he has so much time for running around preparing everyone’s future

-I think, honestly, he shoots Coach Daybreak in the head on sight and gets sent to the principal’s office and Aguefort’s like “are you doing a chronomancy?” and he says yea and Aguefort’s like sweet, carry on 

I think he finds Jawbone taking terrible paying bouncer jobs, and just offers him a bodyguard/assistant job so he has a little buddy to investigate with.

Starts a full out war with Helio followers because they had way too much reach in town, and when they try to debate with him he has Way more knowledge about their scripture than they do and some truly dangerous deity blackmail locked and loaded and Helio himself comes down and says haha leave this kid alone he just implied he can reincarnate a God, let’s go, let’s go.

Finds some insane legal loophole that absolutely strips Adaine and Aelwyn’s parents of influence and gives their children power over all their assets. Weirdly becomes very close friends with Aelwyn, maybe it’s because they both have the same taste in liquor now.

I think he’d start an information guild that involves like Zayn Darkshadow, Fig in her many disguises, Aelwyn and surprisingly Kipperlilly. Also Kalina! And he knows exactly how to summon her and keeps saying things to her that are friendly yet intimidating and it freaks her out.

Walks up to gorgug, hands him a study plan pathway to MCAT and walks off leaving gorgug very confused (and probably asking if he was his dad) 

Just fun time travel future knowledge shenanigans! And I cannot restate again, we saw how quick a Junior Year Riz is at investigating and making leaps to the right answer. By the time he is at the end of his life, I feel like he’s reached moriarty levels of detective prowess. The many new enemies he keeps making keep coming to him and he just strips them down with his powers of deduction. He’s looking at how one person favours their left side, or the crumbs on their wrist and knows everything there is to know about them. 

So just Freshman Year, the perfect run, Riz with a lot of angst in a very satisfying detective story getting closure for a lot of things. 

[eiraeths]

y’all know the movie superman returns? yes? great. no? bare with me anyway

clark’s son in that movie is named jason who he didn’t know existed until he came back to earth. there’s also jason todd who we all know and love. this may be extreme levels of brainrot to even make connections like this, but what if jason todd was clark kent’s biological son?

KRYPTONIAN JASON TODD BABY, BIOLOGICAL SON OF CLARK KENT AND LOIS LANE

this idea has been plaguing me for months. general idea is lois and clark have jason, and for some reason i’ve yet to plot, jason gets kidnapped from the hospital. now willis todd is known to be a low level goon in the comics, so in my mind he’s apart of the group that steals baby jason. but instead of actually finishing the job and delivering baby jason to whoever hired/ordered him to steal baby jason, willis double-crosses them and takes jason home.

i haven’t read many of the newer jason backstory comics but i don’t remember willis ever being a bad guy just someone who’s misfortune made it hard to be the parent jason needed.

anyway normal storyline, jason boots some tires, becomes robin and bruce’s adopted son, deals with the affects of malnutrition on the body, and then gets murdered and eventually comes back build like a double door refrigerator.

in my head i have it as jason’s malnutrition kept the kryptonian genes from really kicking in so it went unnoticed until he was resurrected and then dipped in the pit. and then the whole vengeance plot so he doesn’t really give it any mind other than “oh cool the pit gave me some super strength that’s handy”

he never questions how he was brought back to life i don’t think so i feel that it’s very in character for him to not give a fuck about suddenly having some suspiciously kryptonian-like abilities.

jason’s powers in this au would be pretty similar to jon’s where they’re a bit dependent on his emotions, and i think i could work something about the lazarus pit affecting them in some way too.

all the super kids also get powers that clark doesn’t have and i don’t have many ideas for that. there’s chris kent who had unbrakinesis (shadow/darkness manipulation) due to being born in the phantom zone so, we can assume that powers are adaptive to the environment the kids grow up in.

since i want jason’s powers to technically be activated by the lazarus pit (disregarding some supersenses he had before and was written off as sensory issues, but i’ll get into that later) i think he needs to have a power based off the lazarus pit but the only thing i can think of is healing.

there’s a superkid that can absorb meta powers but i forgot which one so maybe it’s the opposite of that? jason can give his energy to heal?

all i know is i want his powers to be unstable and hard to control due to his frankly unstable emotions and maybe the pit had a hand in it too. not pit madness but just a general side effect of being mentally fifteen but physically seventeen to nineteen depending on the continuation. and i think pit side effects are cool but that’s for a different post.

the general plot i have bouncing around in my head is jason comes back to gotham to develop a body count as red hood and discovers he’s kryptonian while trying to fuck with black mask’s box of kryptonite. eventually clark finds out that the second robin he got to watch bruce raise for a few years is actually his son and clark gets to angst about that. clark and bruce get to be angst over your murderous son buddies.

p.s. the kryptonian name i came up with for jason is either jev-el (literal translation: joyful star) or gir-el (literal translation: model star/ideal star/epitome of the stars) solely for the reason of causing as much emotional damage as possible when jason finds out the meaning.

[numberonetacostan]

I think I'm still stuck on the uh, meetup video, and I wanted to know how you'd think the Tacos relationship would be like:D

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Like if like they could travel to each others world! (Specifically to II) With them both being branded as 'traitors' for different reasons, how would II Taco approach the idea of letting a counterpart of hers know about the things she's done? (Even if she's actively trying to become better. Thinking about who she used to be and telling someone new about it? It might be hard to truly explain that to them. Especially since this other person was viewed as a traitor for something they weren't even in control of.)

And then on the side of BFB Taco, how would she handle being in the other world, where the other Taco is healing? Would the others in II be uneasy about her. Knowing that II Taco is trying to become a better person, yet knowing next to nothing about this new Taco who just came from another universe?

BFB Taco obviously struggled in BFB with people thinking the worst of her, whether she be trapped in a jawbreaker for weeks (Which I think still effects her, because being trapped in a small confined object, knowing your friends think you abandoned them. Only to escape and find that one of them despises you and is getting the others to avoid you, must be really really hard.) trying to help her team win with getting Bell to look at the moon, or even getting swapped with a contestant from another team for a challenge, etc... So how would she be in a place, where the other Taco is attempting to repair others trust in her and the way in which they view her and how she interacts with them.

How would people who have had a history with II Taco feel about BFB Taco? (Like Mic, Soap, Pickle, Knife, and OJ, mainly) This very loud, dramatic, and hype object, who has a black belt in Taekwondo, an almost immunity to lava, and a dislike for being left out:0 (The dislike for being left out most likely stemming from the issues she faced in pre-split BFB, where everyone would think she left or abandoned them.)

And just because I still love the Paco Swap AU, how would those contestants react to this Taco?

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Uh, it's late for me ATM, so I'll do another ask focusing on II Taco and BFDI Leafy uh really soon into the future, since her storyline kinda follows Tacos, with the whole prize tampering and isolation aspect. I just really miss her, and hope Leafy is ok lol.

OH OH, also I haven't read your fic yet- BUT I'm going to, I've heard so many good things about it and can't wait to read it! (･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠)

Hi (･ั⁠ω⁠･ั⁠)!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in an ask!! :)

I'm not sure how well the two tacos would get along at first, with BFDI Taco even saying that II Taco is a 'piece of work', but I do think they could eventually get along! I think II Taco and Book could be good buddies with them both having lost all of their friends because of their own actions, yeah? Leafy too ofc.

We saw how II Taco would approach it, hehe! She tries and then immediately backs out <3 I'm proud of her for trying, honesty can be very scary!

BFB Taco wouldn't like it, but would understand why everyone is wary of II Taco. I think she could be sympathetic to the issue, but I'm not sure how much she'd really get it. For her, it was more temporary and only her team + Bell that hated her. For II Taco, this is has been it for her for years.

I don't think most of them would have much of an issue with her! OJ might be mildly weirded out, and Pickle would definitely avoid her, but besides them I think they'd all be pretty chill.

ALSO YAYYYYYY!!! I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE GONNA READ IT!!! PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!!!

[benrey-did-nothing-wrong]

okay this is going to be a big one since i have a lot of thoughts since my last rewatch of the VODs and the ACAB stream. this will be disorganized since I have a lot of misc. thoughts on Benrey.

The reason why I don't think benrey is the "master manipulator" is that he's really just fucking around in the AI reading. Just, forgetting the non-AI reading/AU for a moment. He knows he's in a video game and he's fucking around. He understands that the streamer/Gordon is the player character and he cannot realistically hurt him. Whether he understands that he's a part of the stream or not is debatable. He might if he can access other parts of the streamer's computer. He might be able to tell that he's streaming for however many people. Or maybe he thinks he's putting on a show for just the streamer. But it seems he wants to spend this time with him well.

It's obvious Benrey has a big fat crush on the streamer, and he's trying to make the most out of those moments they have together. But the streamer has designated that he hates Benrey and is actively pushing him into being the antagonist role. And frankly, Benrey didn't help himself by working with Bubby in the betrayal.

But he knows when the streamer acts like he really just had his hand cut off, he's playing it for theatrics. "What a drama queen", is probably what he's thinking.

And not only that, but Benrey seems to have processing issues rather than knowing what he's doing. and when he does 'gaslight' Gordon, he's just doing the kind of gaslighting friends do on an online video game? It's literally like a guy lobbing a grenade in a COD match to blow himself and his teammates up and asking "why did you do that?" to his buddy type shit (and even then I don't think he does this a lot).

I'll be frank, Benrey seems rarely fully cognizant for whatever reason, and the time he seemed most cognizant is when Gordon mentioned not having his passport in Darnold's lab. That activated his sleeper agent.

And my metatextual evidence is scorpy admitting he had 0 memory of doing HLVRAI and that he wasn't paying a lot of attention throughout the streams since he was too busy experiencing HL1 for the first time.

Benrey comes across more like a shithead friend who is fucking with the streamer in my opinion. He's playing with toys.

I think Benrey is slightly bitter towards the end in the way a kid forced to play as the bad guy on the playground does. He wanted to be a good guy with Gordon. He wanted to be part of the Science Team and have a big pizza party with Tommy, Bubby, Coomer, and Gordon. But he has to be the bad guy. And the streamer acts like he had actually hurt him. Maligns Benrey as if he were a real threat. When Benrey understands that he isn't a real threat.

Since his emotions about this aren't really clear, we can see him still playing into the villain role and just kind of fucking around with it. He really doesn't actually attack the player much.

I understand this interpretation lowers the stakes a lot, but I don't think HLVRAI needs high stakes when I think the emotional turmoil Coomer is in is really the most intriguing and important throughline. Sure, the streamer might not be in danger, but this is the AIs' whole world as far as we're aware.

On an slightly unrelated tangent: Benrey is a character full of oxymorons. Between his lust for the streamer and his aggression, his hypocritical self-righteousness at random intervals, etc. It seems that Benrey is put on a certain pathway that he is actively going against. I think that the side of Benrey that's authentically him is the one that's being a jackass to make the streamer laugh (he will repeat jokes that the streamer laughs at) and lusts after him. While the inauthentic benrey is in the role he plays as the antagonist.

For speculation and NOT canon analysis: I think Benrey could have been much more dangerous if he wanted to be. I personally think that his ability to change his model and alter the boss battle meant that he was capable of making himself far more powerful, to the point of being an unbeatable boss. And yet I think since he had to be the antagonist, he decided to make himself beatable. The passports were a fun mechanic for that. But his performance at the end is lacking because he doesn't want to be doing this. In every reading of HLVRAI, I always see him as a reluctant antagonist. His purpose isn't to fuck with the streamer. I think his purpose is to entertain him at any cost.

Let me make this clear: I think he's still antagonistic. I think he wants to fuck with the streamer. I think his goal IS to fuck with the streamer and be funny about it. But I also don't think he's some master manipulator about it. Guys. It's not that deep. He's being mean in the way friends are mean to each other on a TF2 server. He's giving more 'shithead younger brother' than 'evil eldritch entity'.

Maybe Benrey hopes that by being entertaining, the streamer will play again or do another run? Who knows. His motivations can't really be extrapolated from his monologue. It's all nonsense. Other than the fact that he wanted to be good. But he was forced to be bad. SO he's going to be bad.

I also think the exploitation of the streamer is never acknowledged by anyone else. But it seems like the streamer is actively denying the personhood of the AI's he's using to get donos and attention on the stream. He doesn't want them to be people. Maybe the implications are too much for him. Maybe he doesn't want to have to share what he gets with the AIs. I don't know.

[chiiroptereh]

Girlboss stare

My buddy @mintytrash and I gave Bill a slight design change for the second half of @love-triangles-au involving a boa, and she came up with the absolutely genius idea of it taking on this solar eclipse kinda look when he's mad. I absolutely needed to draw it too it was so frikin cool!!

Worked on this in tandem with the other piece so here's a rare spike in activity for you; don't worry, it won't happen again! 😭

[morningstargirl666]

Siiiiie! First: I'm so in love with your writing, I'd marry it if I could!!!

And now a question, if you are up for it: do you have people to bounce off of, to help shape your ideas and transfer them from head to paper (or screen, lol)? I'm taking up writing again and I feel like maybe a beta/talking buddy would be so helpful, but I have no idea where to look. Would you happens to have any recs?

Oh thank you my lovely!

I've shared ideas and chapters with plenty of people before the final versions have been posted (you know who you are, and I adore all of you), but I must admit I'm not doing it as much lately because I've gotten more confident with my own work. You really only need one person to share your secrets with, and it usually is someone in the fandom, but doesn't have to be. Just get into fandom spaces, or interact with people on Ao3 in the comment section, and make friends---that's how I met @stars-and-darkness and we've been besties ever since. I binged her story the fate makes for a lousy poet in like, 4 or 5 hours, then promptly screamed in her comment section, and then she screamed in my tumblr inbox because apparently we'd been secretly fangirling over each other for some time, and yeah. The rest is history. She knows all my story secrets now (or, well, most of them heheheh). I saw some of the scenes from make them bow before they were posted and knew from just the snippets she shared that fic was gonna be big. She's currently writing an amnesia au I'm frothing at the mouth for too (cough, cough, hint, hint, WHERE IS IT BESTIE!!!).

So yeah. Go scream in someone's inbox about their work. Or join a discord, chat with people on tumblr---just start interacting. You could also do a callout for a beta on a community post, if you're desperate for one right now. I do believe ffnet has a beta reading function, tho no idea how active that is anymore. I'd offer to take a look, but my hands are pretty full with tbbw and work at the minute.

[hisuian-history-makers]

I’m verrrrrrry tempted to write either a one shot or an AU where Ed ended up dying to the flesh and blood mascot Mollie (Macie), then Laura goes “missing” too. The fact one human already died outside where Rambley can see… would make his interactions less friendly. If anyone else ventured into the park, he would be actively trying to dissuade them from entering.

For example:

“Hey, you! You cannot come into park right now.”

“Why? It’s. Closed for repairs! Don’t you see all the boxes and tarps around the entrance?”

“Has anyone else been here? Noooooo—

FIRST GUEST IN APROXIMATELY; EIGHT DAYS, FIFTEEN HOURS, THIRTY SEVEN MINUTES AND FIFTY-SIX SECONDS.

…I forgot that counted automatically…”

(I know the whole eight year count when you first meet Rambley seems voluntarily told.)

“Don’t climb the gate! Get—Get out!”

When that doesn’t work: Rambley would take to locking doors and maybe even lock Lauren inside one of the shops if he can manage it.

The rumble that fell after Ed managed to get into the area near Rambley’s Railroad would force his best friend to climb over it. Depending on how unstable the area/roof is, I could see Laura falling into the backstage parts of the ride. Not the greatest time for either party.

“Why won’t you listen?! This isn’t a safe place. You don’t want to get lost—or trapped here.”

“Careful! One wrong fall… you could fall on your head…”

She’s not exactly impressed by the AI managing to follow her around on the screens nor the more accidentally ominous warnings. All Laura knows is that Ed disappeared a week ago and no one has seen him since. The smarter move would be to call the police, but her best friend has a few warnings from past trespassing so. Police might not put in the effort for a search.

Mollie’s animatronic—ha—parroting what Ed heard would make her even more suspicious! (“No not Rambley. He hurts Lloyd. He hurts Lloyd. He hurts—“) Laura would no doubt start getting more worried since the place is literally falling apart all around her. Did Ed accidentally fall somewhere and.. fall wrong? Did this AI version of Rambley lead him somewhere as unstable? The pictures from the photo kiosk at the end of the ride paint a really grim picture.

“Look! Look here!”

Ramble eventually shows her the blurry picture of Mascot Mollie running after the train.

“The mascots here are dangerous. The guest prior to you found that out the hard way… Please be careful if you see Mollie.”

Y’see he must feel awfully guilty for accidentally leading Ed to his death. The first guest in eight years, who freed him from the lobby, died due to the monstrous version of his best friend. It was semi-Rambley not telling the truth about the killer mascot situation that—made the other human meet his end. Mollie had fresh blood on her beak after not hearing from his new buddy. It. It wasn’t hard to connect the dots for him…

And.

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And that’s about where I lost steam for the AU idea. This could be an interesting narrative since Mollie’s chase scene is actually difficult.

Hmm. Casual Casualty AU? I’ll workshop it.

Edit: There’s a part two!