#again a lot of this is referring to my stepdad

[garoujo]

NOW PLAYING: ✩ ˛˚ . 𝓓𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓨’𝓢 𝓖𝓘𝓡𝓛 feat. GOJO SATORU!

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ wc: 4.8k! your step dad knows that at the end of the day you’ll always be a daddy’s girl.. you just don’t realise it yourself!

warnings! f!reader, stepcest, noncon!somno (kissing & touching) -> eventual consent (it happens more than once, you wake up during one of them & it escalates to more), stepdad!gojo, age gap, you refer to him as ‘daddy’, this is my submission for @killsaki’s family ties collab, fank u so much starry for letting me join & write this! ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! it’s been a while since i’ve written step daddy!gojo but pls head the warnings! ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა

it’s late, you think aimlessly as you find yourself blinking drowsily at the crappy slasher you’ve wound up watching on the couch in the living room. you’re tired, but you can’t sleep and the more you think about it the more restless you feel as you try to burrow yourself deeper into the plush blanket that’s wrapped around you, comfortable but you still feel cold as you wait—beg for sleep to take you.

another drowned out screen rattles you as it pours into the room and you find yourself pouting before deciding to flick through your phone instead. it’s like you’re caught in a haze as you swipe through your feed, offering the tv a quick glance every so often but you’re not paying enough attention to your surroundings to hear the careful steps behind you.

there’s another scream followed by another sigh from you before you jolt when long arms fall across your shoulders, followed by a smooth voice that steals your entire attention with how much it seems to soothe you.

“oh? you’re up late.” your stepdad gojo drawls as his looming figure drapes over the back of the couch behind you, his chin resting on the top of your head as his crystalline gaze squints at the tv screen before you nudge him off with a huff.

“what the hell, satoru!” you grumble as you turn around to shoot him a frown from over your shoulder, but that only seems to make him meet you with a smirk before he’s rounding the couch to see you clearer. “but yeah, i just cant sleep.”

“you scared?” he’s teasing you, you can tell by the way gojo’s smile twitches wider, sending you a narrowed sort of look beneath the snowy peaks of his hair as he tilts his head at you. but you hate how good he was at it, making you cross your arms as you try to focus back on the movie you were now suddenly so interested in again.

“you’re so annoying.” it’s a half-hearted rebuke, you’re far too tired to think up something witty and you know even if you did, he’d say something even more infuriating.

gojo was always like that with you, he seems to take pleasure in getting to you, prodding you for a reaction and it’s annoying how good he is at doing it. maybe that’s just how he was, the role of father to someone else’s child seemed to come a lot easier to him than it might to others, but you always put that down to the megumi he always spoke about, so that was never an issue. although you’ve never been able to shake the feeling that your stepdad likes teasing you a little more than he does everyone else.

“hm, you need protectin’? ‘ts my job remember.” his honeyed tone brings your tired gaze from your thoughts and back to him before he knocks his hand against your thigh, ushering you along the couch before his lanky body is falling into the spot right next to you.

“i can take care of myself.” you huff as you look away from him again and you hear gojo hum like he’s thinking it over before he breathes out a laugh, letting his palm push under the blankets to smooth across your thigh like some sort of faux attempt to soothe you. the touch lingers longer than you’d like but you swallow it down, he’s always been a little touchy.

“oh? but a sweet thing like you is always first to go.” you hate the way the compliment mixed with the back and forth motion of his hand on your skin feels like it burns you. it’s like something ignites in your skin despite how cold you felt a moment ago and it’s sinful the way your instincts seem to push you closer to him as you seek out more.

your stepdad gojo always ran warm so you’ll blame it on that rather than the heat that’s buzzing along your shoulders and thighs with every swipe of his hand, his fingers squeezing comfortingly at the skin as you make yourself comfortable in his side. despite the teasing, you were always close so the proximity isn’t something that was completely new, although this feeling is.

“nah, it’s always the annoying, handsome ones.” you’re blissfully unaware of your adorable little reply until you hear the snowy haired man next to you chuckle before he’s pulling your legs over his, sending you a look that makes you cast him a sidewards glance before you’re avoiding it all together.

“is that right?” gojo goads, deliberately as he pinches at your thigh a little too hard but just enough to have you kicking your legs before he’s wrapping one of his long arms around your shoulder again, this time to curl you closer into him as his lips rest against your temple. he can feel you grumbling, probably a little embarrassed you just called your stepdad handsome but he’s sure the things going on in his mind right now are a whole lot worse.

“shutup, you’re missing the movie.” but you’re just too adorable for him to ignore.

but your stepdad thinks you’re so pretty when an hour or two later you’re finally asleep — your cheek pressed against his shoulder when his ministrations on your skin mixed with his comforting body heat has finally lulled you.

gojo finds himself wanting to rest there a little longer as he stretches out his neck meanwhile probably the fourth sequel to that shitty movie plays. but he lets his muscles pop before he’s pulling you closer and sighing when he finds his eyes dropping to the press of your chest against his own, broader one. it’s sinful, he knows he shouldn’t deliberately put himself this close to you, not when he’s well aware of your little crush on him — one that he welcomes, maybe due to his own growing affection that stemmed way past that of a father figure at this point.

although despite his own selfish desires to keep you pressed against him all night, he knows you’ll complain tomorrow about the uncomfortable sleeping position and as much as he’d like to use the opportunity to insist that he’s the comfiest, he knows he should let you sleep.

“gotta get you to bed, angel. yeah?” so gojo tries to push himself up from the couch as he whispers to you, carefully as to not rouse you from your sleep but it proves unsuccessful when your brows fall into a frown. your arm round his waist to squeeze yourself closer as your pretty, sleepy feathers tilt perfectly up at him and it’s almost like you’re teasing him as he falls back against the cushions behind him, your lips parted and pouty — like you’re begging for him.

your mom did always complain about how much he spoils you.

he shouldn’t, but it wasn’t uncommon for dads to kiss their daughters goodnight and who is he to skip out on the necessities of his role. so gojo let’s his gaze drop to your lips before his fingers are tracing along the shape of your jawline, holding you there before he’s leaning into kiss you once on the lips as a goodnight and then again because he wants to, because he can.

the kiss is short and sweet but you whimper as he pulls away, pushing yourself closer like you’re asking for more and it’s like his self control seems to snap, string by string at the sight of you so pliant against him. suddenly the man who was considered to be the strongest is nothing but weak at the sight of his own step daughter.

“gotta stop teasing me like this, sweet girl. g’nna make me do something you’ll hate me for.” but gojo leans in again anyway, deliberately this time as his lips end up back on yours for a kiss that’s just as warm although it seems harder. you’re pulled in close and despite the way something in his chest tells him to stop, he won’t—he can’t. he lets his mouth press you open, moving you so easily but still gentle enough not to wake you as he parts your lips, grunting when his tongue finally pushes up against yours and his hands fall to your body once more.

he lets his tongue graze along your own, tasting you deeply until there’s a twitch in his hips and a throb in his cock when his palm falls to your chest, taking a slow handful of your tits before he’s swiping his thumb across the shape of your nipple and growing hungrier when it pulls a whimper from you.

gojo knows he’s too far gone now, but you’re still asleep — his own little step daughter putting all of your trust in your step dad like he isn’t kissing your pliant body right now, squeezing and palming at your breasts in his palms before he’s throwing caution to the wind and trailing under the hem of your shirt instead. your skin feels like silk beneath his hands and the first, real press of your chest is heavenly as he licks into your mouth, wishing he could feel you kissing him back as he pinches and rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

he gives himself a few moments before he pulls away, before he gets carried away and lets his hand fall back to your hips. but it’s like instinct the way it explores the topography of your body — finding the heat of your intimate skin almost too quickly as his lips trail hungrily down your neck. 

gojo can feel the sweet press of your pussy through the little shorts you’d opted to wear, he can imagine how it would feel when his tongue would graze through your slick folds but he knows he’d still rather have the real thing, instead he’s left with an infinite void that only seems to make his cravings worse. he rolls your sensitive skin between his teeth before he rubs at your clothed clit with two fingers and the sound it pulls from you is oh so fucking sweet.

“oh, daddy knows what y’need.” you’re so fucking sensitive, he wants nothing more than to hear you cry for your daddy — breathing out sweet little uh-huhs and pleas as he pushes into you but he won’t wake you, not yet. so he’ll keep his movements gentle, light despite the way he can feel you growing warmer, stickier under the press of his thumb when his voice is pressed to your skin and your thighs twitch with every intoxicating flick of his wrist.

you’re close and he’s warm, breathing deep as gojo pushes himself deeper into you — igniting the spit soaked nerves along your skin as he suckles another mark into your neck but just as he goes to toy with the waistband of your shorts, he stops. he swallows deep, harshly as he catches his breath — like he’s just snapped out of a daze before he’s giving you another sweet kiss on the cheek and a look that lasts a little too long before he speaks.

“time for bed, sweet thing.”

but you’ll wake up alone, warm and sticky like you just woke up from a lewd dream with the pulse of a hickey on your throat — tucked up in your bedroom like you didn’t fall asleep on the couch as you mutter out a “daddy?” and you’ll stay unknowing. for now. until he says so.

you’ll have that pretty little dazed, confused look on your face when your soft footsteps make their way to the kitchen and gojo, your stepdad, will be there to meet you like he always is when your mom is on another business trip as he leans over the counter — his head propped up against his fist as he sends you a teasing expression.

“why’re you looking at me like that?”

“hey now, no good morning? you break my heart.” you smile a bit at his words, blame it on your body still waking up but he seems to like that as he pushes himself up from the counter, giving you a little relief from him bothering you as your stepdad opts to putting a cup for you right next to his own on the counter.

“mom will kill you for using so much sugar in your coffee, didn’t she tell you to stop that.”

your words make gojo’s usual smirk stretch along his features as he takes a few languid steps towards you, sending you a half-lidded look over the frames of his glasses before he’s chuckling. “come on now, don’t be like that. i think we’re allowed our own little secrets.” he quips back quickly, letting his palm pat along your shoulders and you think it’s strange the way your skin seems to twitch and tingle at the swift, seemingly innocent touch despite the way you feel it turn your stomach.

but despite the uneasy feeling that you’re not sure you like at all, aswell as the increasing damp spot in your panties most mornings and the uncomfortable heat that only seems to grow and burst in your stomach every time you see him. you still seek him out when you’re tired and he welcomes you with open arms as you curl into him on the couch, it’s only natural to take more when he’s so eager to give, right?

this was torture for your stepdad too after all, gojo wants nothing more than for you to blink up at him as he breaks you open — he wants to feel the stretch of your walls and taste of your slick pussy on his tongue but he’s held himself back. you should be grateful that he’s only settled for playing with you through your clothes when you sleep on his chest, quenching his thirst for you with a few messy, sloppy goodnight kisses.

but you’re feeling particularly restless tonight despite the way you normally slept so well against your stepdads chest — finding your sleep anything but deep as you slip in and out of consciousness uncharacteristically. it always seems to find you again quickly, normally due to the soothing graze of your snowy-haired pillows fingers along the length of your spine or the smooth hum of his voice.

though when you wake next, the last thing you want to do is sleep when you realise your thighs are spread and your step dads lips are on your neck, his hand pushed down the front of your shorts to rub sticky circles into your clit through your panties.

“daddy?” your voice is weak, wound up tight with the way gojo’s pressing the pads of his fingers into you and keeping you in place, but he freezes when he realises you’re awake — readying himself to pull away despite the way your body is begging him to stay. he grunts and his hand works to leave you but you reach for him and pull him back before you tangle your other hand in his hair. “daddy~”

your back feels sticky where it presses against his chest and despite how disgusting it should feel, you’ve never felt warmer as you spread your thighs wider and you lose every sense of right and wrong with his touch. you hook them over his own as his hips press tight against yours from behind, the angle letting you feel the heavy press of his cock against your lower back as he chuckles breathlessly into the crook of your neck.

“oh? well good mornin’ sweet thing. didn’t know you were so greedy f’ me.” gojo’s lips curl when you shudder into him and he takes your new found consciousness as an invitation for him to push through the final layer of your soaked panties, finally allowing himself to pet through your folds as he eases past the thin fabric.

“what—ah! what’re you doing?” it’s filthy, the break in your voice when he groans at the slick he collects under his touch — trailing it up the press of your pussy to circle your clit as you murmur out another sweet cry for your daddy. so sweet, that only makes him press down on the sensitive bud harder, keeping you tight against him as he rubs at you with two fingers and smears a gentle kiss behind your ear.

“don’t try and pretend you weren’t teasing me, ‘ts mean to lie to your daddy.” your body does little to defend you when every swipe of gojo’s fingers has your hips twisting under his touch. “hm, think i’m spoilin’ you too much, ‘s that it?” his movements slow with his words and he thinks it’s adorable the way you hiccup and beg for him to keep going, grinding into the press of his palm as you babble about how you like when he spoils you.

that’s what everyone says, your mom would always tell him to stop babying you but fuck if only she could see you now.

but he hums, with that same teasing demeanour he always has before his movements come to a halt and the look you send him over your shoulder makes his cock twitch as pretty tears gather at your lashes. gojo sucks his lower lip between his teeth, then he leans into give you another affectionate, soothing kiss on the cheek before his fingers are sinking into your pussy.

“mmm, do i treat you well, sweet thing? you’re such a daddy’s girl, ain’t ya?” you feel him smirk against your cheek as he curls his long fingers inside the squeeze of your walls, letting his palm rub against your slick pussy everytime he sinks them deeper into you until you’re shaking filthily in his lap. he quickly finds a pace that makes your toes curl from where they’re hanging over his thighs, your body rocking in time with him as you ride his fingers and you know he fucking loves that when he rewards you with another hickey suckled into your throat.

“yes, yes, y-yes! ‘m daddy’s girl— satoru, please,” you can barely think never mind speak with how perfectly gojo’s pressing into the sweet spots inside of you, your words coming out a jumble of moans and whines. it’s like he’s mapped out your nerves before hand despite the way this has been the first real feel of you. but his fingers are so long that it’s almost too much with how well he seems to pet at your walls, so good that you could spend forever right here.

“oh, then i’m all you need, yeah? your one ‘nd only?” gojo’s words are possessive when they’re buried into the next hickey he sucks into your skin, his tongue hot as it lavs over the raised mark but it only seems to ignite the flames that lick at your spine as your legs shake. your thighs close around his wrist but he only fights to pry you back open so he can watch the way you cream around your stepdads fingers, laughing so fucking infuriatingly when he keeps going until you’re twitching and making his smug smirk stretch even wider.

“so good fo’ me, wish you could see how pretty y’ look like this, princess.” you’re breathing in short, quick pants as the buzz from your orgasm makes you dizzy. but despite that, you still seem to move so easily when you feel your daddy pat at your trembling thighs, urging you to push yourself off his lap and onto the cushion at his side before he’s turning to look at you once more.

“gonna look even better on daddy’s cock though, yeah?” gojo lets his large hands smooth their way up your thighs before he pushes himself up to his knees — easing down the waistband of his sweats to take out his heavy cock as you nod shyly, still reeling from your orgasm as your eyelashes flutter prettily.

you should feel gross with the way you almost drool at the sight of your stepdads cock, someone who’s meant to parent you not fuck you, but you think that shameful part of you already died when you creamed around his fingers. now, you’re only left with the longing to have him sink up into you, warm and long. so he leans down to kiss you greedily, pressing you into the cushions beneath you as your thighs spread for the push of his hips and wrap around him.

“hmmm, so greedy. my pretty baby.” gojo mumbles as he yanks your shirt up to pool around your breasts and the sight makes his cock twitch as he pulls back to give you a pretty look, brushing his hand through the snowy peaks of his hair so you can take in his hypnotising gaze that make you shudder underneath it like you would on a white winter. he presses the blunt tip against the entrance to your pussy and he gives you another teasing grin when he pauses for a few moments, waiting until your lips part to whine at him before they curl around a moan when he sinks into you instead.

but he knows he’s really fucked with the first saccharine squeeze of your walls around him as he breaks you open, watching the way your puffy folds spread for him because he knows he’ll never be able to stop. now he’s had a taste of the pretty little pussy that’s always parading around his home, he wants to keep you all to himself — ruining you for anyone who isn’t your daddy. you won’t need anyone else when he’s here.

“daddy! ‘s too much..” you gasp and it draws gojo in so he can kiss you again, rocking gently into the hug of your pussy until he finally bottoms out with a drawn out, long groan as his hips press flush and tight against your own. but because your step dad has always been careful, caring he gives you time to adjust to the stretch as his mouth twists softly into yours — bathing you in sweet kisses that make you relax before your hands are in his hair and you’re smearing your slick along his pelvis as you whimper for more, please! ‘ts s-so big..

“oh, but y’re so hungry for me.” his words are emphasised by the slow sway of his hips, pressing the length of him along the sweet spots inside of you that he reaches so easily as he pulls away to suck on his lower lip. “see?” he grits again as he presses down onto your stomach and it’s insane the way he suddenly feels deeper — the sharp cut of his stare so intense on the way you take him that you wouldn’t be surprised if he could see through you.

“look at me, angel,” gojo’s lips part ever so softly as his eyes search for yours again “wanna see you when y’re on the end of daddy’s cock,” and he wants to pinch your cheeks when you give him a starry-eyed look.

“wanted this pussy for so long, knew it was fuckin’ made just for me.” his words are hissed from between his teeth as he starts a pace that’s not particularly fast, but it’s heavy enough to have you jolting beneath him as his hands grab at your hips to keep you in place. his words are true after all, he can’t even count the amount of times his sweet little step daughter had him hard — too warm under his clothes despite the way he always seemed to look away before you caught him.

maybe if he’d met your gaze, coaxed you into him and let you catch the way he’d drink you up he’d have had you like this sooner. but gojo thought you to be so untouchable, but now your pussy is squeezing tight around his cock and he’s mouthing at your throat like he’s dreamed and that thought seems to fade away.

but your mind is a mess with how well he’s fucking you — losing yourself in the feeling of your daddy, in the feeling of finally having him close to you as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and try to meet every wet connection of his hips with needy little grinds of your own. the blunt head of his cock feels like it slides along all of your sweet spots perfectly and you’re not sure if it’s still the lingering aftermath of your orgasm that has you so close already, or the realisation that the man over you is someone who should be anything but.

the reality is gojo’s deliberately dragging the pleasure out of you, rocking his body seamlessly with your own because he’s determined to have you craving him like he will you. he’s grinding his pelvis along your putty clit with every thrust and he doesn’t think he’s ever tasted anything sweeter than the sound of his name on your lips when he’s kissing you once more.

“daddy~ ‘m so close!” you gasp dreamily and your pussy squelches as warmth bursts and tingles across your thighs — the sweet lull your voice seems to have taken making the man over you’s pace stutter as he forces more of his cock into your slick walls.

“oh yeah? can tell, squeezin’ real tight already.” gojo grunts as he pushes his body closer to your own, rutting you into the cushions below you like a wild fucking animal despite the way he feels completely at your mercy. he’s past caring, past holding back when the heavens and the earth have dropped a perfect little thing like you right in his lap like he’s the honoured one.

“you want daddy’s cum, sweet thing?” his hands almost curl into your hips and he swear his lungs quake on his next thrust as the needy coax of your walls tremble around him. he needs you to want him, to beg for him before he crumbles under the weight of his own desire. you offer him another moan, followed by a mantra of sweet little yes daddy’s and uh huhs that only make him greedier, but it’s not enough.

“hm? can’t hear you, gotta be nice ‘nd loud f’ me.”

but despite the way you know your mind should be signalling, ringing for you to stop. you can’t, your lips part and you feel like your body is going to crumble with every one of gojo’s crushing thrusts. “yes, yes! p-please, want your cum, daddy!” you gasp despite the way you shouldn’t but you feel him pet at your cheek so softly that you can’t help the way your body betrays you.

“then don’t hold back on me,” your step dad grunts and you don’t, your pussy throbs around him and he grits his teeth as your cream around his cock. his hips press into yours, snug and tight with the first milking compression that has his huge stature curling over you as he sinks his teeth into the crook of your neck. but he doesn’t stop, he coaxes and fucks you through your orgasm until you’re like putty beneath him, thighs trembling to pull him closer and he hopes the fucking walls remember how pretty you sound when you cry his name.

“only f’ me, sweet girl. yeah?” he asks again and you struggle to stutter out anything coherent with how good you feel, the slight sting of overstimulation making you feel warm as gojo’s breathing becomes laboured and he finally spills hot and thick inside of you. but it’s filthy, when the back and forth stutter of his hips only seeks to push it deeper inside of you, a gooey ring of liquid forming around the base of his cock everytime he draws his hips back before they sink into you with another louder squelch.

he finally stills a few moments later as you whimper at the slight throb between your thighs, pushing gently at his chest to ease him off of you as he gives you a handsome, pink cheeked sort of smirk that you can’t deny makes you feel warm, loved.

“you could’ve atleast woken me up!” you hiss, playfully as you swat at your stepdads chest but he’s quick to take your hand in his before he’s intertwining them, leaning in to press a few kisses along your cheeks until you’re giggling and the infuriating smirk seems to return to his features far too quickly despite the way his softening cock still rests inside of you.

“oh yeah? but you were already so wet you must’ve been dreamin’ of me, sweet girl.”

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[fyodior]

.˳⁺⁎˚ dip you in honey so i could be stickin' to you ˚⁎⁺˳ .

for my love @doukeshi-kun

✿ pairing: stepdad!fukuzawa x fem!reader

✿ cw: dark content -- st3pcest, daddy kink, age gap (reader above 18) slightly immature reader, mild dumbification, reader referred to as "girl" once, creampie, brother!ranpo, semi-public sex. 18+ minors DNI !!

✿ notes: fic 3 for my 1k event! love this concept so much thank u bean for requesting it :")

✿ wc: 1.5k

dark content disclaimer: this is entirely fiction with absolutely no reflection of reality! i do not condone this nor any other dc i write, pls just block or unfollow if you don't like it, and do NOT report or leave hate comments please!

Fukuzawa – just Yukichi to you – had always been a great stepfather. He took care of you and supported you like one of his own, protected you fiercely, and did everything for you. in all honesty, he spoiled you a bit rotten. He even had gotten you a job at the Armed Detective Agency. Your coworkers had a habit of whispering about the likely nepotism related to your hiring, you didn’t even have an ability, but it never bothered you. Not when you got to spend all day with your beloved stepdad.

When you weren’t in the field investigating cases, you were sat in Fukuzawa’s office at your own personal little desk he had set up working on paperwork. Although, more often than not, he very generously completed your paperwork for you while you sat on his lap and cockwarmed him. It was only just him fulfilling his fatherly duties.

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“Daddy?” you asked, peaking your head around the door and into his office.

It was one of the rare times you had decided to sit with your fellow coworkers to do desk work instead of with Fukuzawa, so it wasn’t long before he was calling for you to come see him. His face immediately lit up from the default frown that usually adorned his features.

“Hello darling, come sit,” he crooned, patting his lap.

You giggled before padding your way over to him, locking the door behind you.

As you settled onto his lap, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, he rested one hand on your hip while the other pet your hair gently.

“How are you doing, my love?”

“A lot better, now that I’m with you again,” you cooed. He just chuckled.

“And how is your brother?” The deep vibrations of his chest as he spoke were calming, making you cuddle even further into his embrace.

“Ranpo is whining about having to work on this new case because he thinks it’s boring, but I bribed him into cooperating by promising I’d bake him any sweets he wanted when we get home tonight.” You rolled your eyes at your brother’s antics, but you loved him more than anything, too.

“That’s my girl,” Fukuzawa laughed. “So clever and smart.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” you said, blushing at the compliment. Approval from him was always made you swoon.

“Of course, darling. Now I did call you in here for a reason.”

“Hmm?”

“See, I’ve been stressed with all of this communication I’ve been having to facilitate with multiple different organizations pertaining to our most prominent case, and I was wondering if you would like to help me unwind a bit?” he asked, voice low.

You laughed and nodded.

“Of course, Daddy.”

“I knew you would, darling. Always so, so helpful and compassionate.” His smile made your insides feel warm.

“How can I help?”

“I would love it if you bent over the desk for me.” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Wiggling off his lap so you could lean over his desk, you hiked your skirt up as your face pressed into the hardwood.

“Like this?” you asked.

“Perfect,” Fukuzawa mumbled.

He leaned forward from his desk chair to run his long fingers over your ass, fingertips just barely grazing over the skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Wordlessly, he gently pulled down your panties so they fell to your ankles, mouth watering as his eyes fell upon your bare pussy.

Fukuzawa undid his yukata so he could fist his hardening cock while he slid his fingers between your folds, making you shiver. He had been fantasizing about this moment for the past hour since he decided to call you in for a quick destressing session and was already eager to take you. It seemed you had been anticipating something of the sort as well, and had already slicked up nicely for him.

Standing up so his tall frame towered over you, he held his cock and ran it in between your lips to gather some of the slick. You moaned, wiggling your ass impatiently. Fukuzawa laughed, but got the memo.

Soon he was lining himself up with your entrance and prodding the tip at your hole.

“Is this okay, my love?” he cooed, voice deep and comforting.

“Yes, Daddy,” you replied with a slightly too eager tone.

With your go-ahead Fukuzawa slowly pushed past the tight ring of muscle at your entrance, making you groan. He gave you a second to adjust, knowing it sometimes stung as you tried to accommodate for his large cock.

Once he could feel your body relax he pushed forward, and you whined louder and louder with every inch he pushed into you. He had to gently shush you when he bottomed out as you let out a loud yelp that very likely could’ve been heard from outside his office. Not many words were needed throughout the process as he knew your body and its cues like the back of his hand, could read you like his favorite book.

“Are you ready?” he still liked to ask, though.

“Please,” you whined.

Tightening his grip on your hips, pulls nearly all the way out before thrusting back into you. His pelvis snug against your ass, he leaned down to press comforting kisses to the nape of your neck as your yelped.

“More please, Daddy,” you whined. He happily obliged.

Slowly building up a rhythm, Fukuzawa smiled as he watched you fall apart over his cock. He ran his hands up and down your sides calmingly as you whimpered, becoming overwhelmed with both the sting and the pleasure of your stepdad’s cock inside you.

He didn’t plan to get too rough as he wasn’t much of an exhibitionist and didn’t want the sounds of skin on skin to be heard by anyone else, but the way you clenched around his length was dizzying, and he slowly started losing control. Fukuzawa began fucking into you faster and you couldn’t help the moans rising from your throat, tightening your grip on the edge of the desk as pleasure pooled throughout your body.

The way his thick cock curved managed to hit your sweet spot with almost every thrust felt like electricity, like he was made just for you.

Fukuzawa could feel the stress draining from his body as he fucked you, sighing. He loved you fiercely, but also loved that he could always count on you to mellow him out in the best way possible. Though in the moment he felt a bit feral, wanting more and more of your tight, wet cunt.

He didn’t want to take too long, didn’t want anyone to question either of your extended absences, so he quickened his thrusts to chase the high he had been needing. The increased pace of his cock pumping in and out of you forcefully clouded your mind and had you drooling on the papers you were bent over.

“Gonna cum soon, darling, want Daddy’s cum in you?” he grumbled, whispering right into your ear.

“Please, please,” you whined. “Need you so bad.”

He was always going to give you what you needed.

He fucked you hard and fast now, the mix of precum and juices squelching and dripping down your thighs. You instinctively started rocking your ass to meet his thrusts, fucking yourself on his cock to reach your own high.

You knew he was close as his hips stuttered and his breath hitched, and you gasped as he came, cock twitching as it shot hot ropes of cum into your throbbing pussy, still slowly rocking his hips to fuck his seed deep into you.

Wordlessly he pulled out and pulled up your panties for you before retying his yukata and gathering you into his arms.

“Thank you for being so good for me, as always, my love,” he whispered into your ear, petting your hair. “I feel much better now because of you.”

You smiled and pecked a kiss onto his lips before curling into his embrace. “Of course, Daddy. Always.”

“Would you like to stay right here with me for the rest of the day? Then I can help you make those sweets for Ranpo tonight?”

“Want that more than anything,” you giggled. The rest of the agency would likely be whispering as to why you disappeared into your stepdad’s office for the rest of the workday, but you didn’t care. Not when you had Fukuzawa loving on you like this.

“Happily for you, darling,” he sighed before tightening one arm around you and picking up his pen once again.

He started once again on his dreaded presidential work with a clear mind and increased motivation, and thanked his lucky stars he always had you around to make him feel better.

some tags :)

@hnnnnnnnmscorner @blueparadis @8kh

[joelscruff]

Just curious but what are the WIPs you have brewing up? Can’t wait to see more from you <3

i have so many WIPs at the moment 😭 my current dilemma is having all these ideas but for some reason having no brain power to actually write any of them (except for the last one on this list 👀)

feelings on fire chapter 11 & beyond - i'm in a weird place with fof at the moment. i love these two so much and i have their whole story planned out (even further than you might think) and i do plan on finishing it, but right now it's just not flowing for me. it's affecting my other writing too because i just feel this immense pressure to get it done and because of that, i tend to guilt myself out of working on anything else. it's been a struggle lmao. but i'm trying. i go into the draft whenever i have a little bit of motivation.

darkness hums (next to freeze or to thaw installment) - joel's going on the raid so you're left behind with tommy 👀 i'll get this done eventually lmao i have to be in the right mood to work on this series

beautiful stranger - this is my joel x escort!reader fic that i still feel SO passionate about but haven't finished. featuring an insecure & out of practice joel + lots and lots of joel worship. again, it'll get done, just not sure when.

pick my petals off - THIS fic has been in developmental hell for a long time lmao. dbf!joel, very very pervy and coercive who wants to sleep with you before you go away for college. huge age gap obviously, very filthy. it's actually a series so i haven't had much time to really focus on it. will i ever write it? we'll see lmao

stray animal - can't say too much about this. but. VERY dark fic. kinda fucked up. involves a glory hole. stepdad!joel. we'll see what happens lol

untitled best friend's dad!joel fic - this is my current passion project, i'll be honest. been thinking about it for a long time and would really like to start writing it soon. it's a series though so i'd like to have most - if not all - of it written before i start posting it. it takes place in jackson and you're ellie's best friend. you have a crush on joel, he doesn't see you that way. but then something happens and you end up growing closer, very slowburn. i've also been referring to it as touch starved!reader fic lol. han @swiftispunk has heard alllllllllll about it

imperfect for you - a drabble i'm writing for @janaispunk's 1500 kisses challenge!! it's joel + nose kiss 🥰 hope to have this up soon, it's kinda taken a backseat because i suddenly got inspiration to write something else.....↓

⭐is it that sweet? - this one's coming tonight most likely, so i won't say too much 👀 pervy!joel + the beach ⭐

so yeah. a lot. i mean, this doesn't even include ideas that are only living in my brain rn and not a draft, like a sequel to my boss!dave york fic and a threesome sequel to my frankie fic one of your girls, more of my boyfriend's dad!joel (believe it or not, i do intend to return to these two eventually. i miss them v much), etc. i feel like sometimes readers might think that just because an author hasn't posted for a while they maybe have lost interest in their fics/writing/fandom/etc, but it really couldn't be further from the truth lmao. i have so many ideas and i'm constantly writing things down, it's just actually turning them into fics that i've been struggling with lately. bear with me 💖 and thank you for asking!

[n7punk]

“Slipstream” Fic Notes

Slipstream is done after growing far beyond the “simple hacker fic” concept and honestly Mara’s so cute I can’t even be mad. Fic notes below.

Playlist:

I’ve got the playlist here, but other honorable mentions I listeded to on repeat during this just because I wanted to: The Sex Was Good Until It Wasn’t album by XANA (it dropped in May and that shit is still on repeat), SUCKERPUNCH album by chloe moriondo (for chapter 6), PVRIS’s entire discography (I was going through something).

The Kicker — XANA

Good Luck, Babe! — Chappell Roan

Diet Heartbreak — chloe moriondo

TRAUMA BOND — poutyface

Albi — XANA

Rly Don’t Care — chloe moriondo

Chaos Is Love — K.Flay

Teenage Nightmare [unreleased demo]

What’s My Age Again? — Emilia Ali

Late Bloomer — Allison Ponthier

Holy Revival — Maisie Peters (ignore the verses)

Femininomenon — Chappell Roan

Mercury In Retrograde — Avril Lavigne

NIGHT IN JAIL — Rachel Bochner

my best friend’s ex — emlyn

Even If It Kills Me [unreleased demo]

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl — Chappell Roan

Sirens (feat. Sophie Powers) — MOTHICA

Homewrecking Era — XANA

Obsessed (feat. Ashley Sienna) — Sophie Powers

Obsessed — Astrid S

Look At Her Now — Selena Gomez

Pretty Girls — Renee Rapp

Cruel Summer — Taylor Swift

Picture You — Chappell Roan

Epilogue Life:

It takes a few months for Catra to feel like she has any handle on “parenting” or any right to even think that term about herself when she’s still a newcomer to Mara’s life, but Mara has accepted her at that point, it’s Catra and her own lack of a parental figure that is stopping her. She never would have accepted someone trying to come in and parent her after being so jaded from the first few years of her life (see her  relationship with Adora’s parents in high school), so she’s expecting Mara to be a lot more hesitant and take “convincing”. She wants to give her the time she needs, but Mara had a loving parent growing up and doesn’t see adding Catra to that role as a bad thing.

Mara also has a little kid understanding of the world, so to her the instant Catra and Adora are dating she’s her stepmom, not because it’s that easy, but because obviously dating = will get married, so there is no point “fighting” something that is inevitable. Even though her parents don’t talk to each other, it doesn’t occur to her that people break up under normal circumstances. Her dad has hurt her mom and her a lot, he’s a bad guy, and Catra isn’t that, so why would she ever leave. They’re both girls and gay, they have no need to breakup. Life isn’t that simple, but it does make their relationship transition pretty smooth from Mara’s perspective.

Catra still insists on the stepdad thing and it becomes a family joke. Catra tells Mara it’s because it would be too confusing if they were both mom and Mara accepts that without question, because she is actually right. The reasons for stepdad are multi-layered, like this addition which helps Mara accept it: Mara wants someone good to replace the force of rejection and imbalance her bio dad was, so she’s more than happy to have Catra take that mantle instead. Catra wants to replace him as well, for many reasons including her own selfish hatred of him, but also her own insecurity. She knows she can be a better parent than Falcon, but she doesn’t think she can ever be equal to Adora and thus an equal mom. Adora’s parents weren’t 100% wrong when they mentioned the butch thing either because it is my headcanon Catra is a little GNC at times. Not really anything deep or strong enough for her to identify any particular way, just something that means she wouldn’t mind stepdad or “sir” even without all those other layers. Eventually a lot of those factors stop seeming like such a big deal but at that point it is just a family joke that never really dies. Occasionally once she’s in high school Mara calls her mom, but mostly Catra is “Dad” or “my stepdad” when being referred to singularly, and then when Mara is referring to both her parents she calls them “my moms”. Which does confuse people and Catra finds that funny.

When Mara is in high school and the age Adora and Falcon were when they started dating, Falcon finally tries reaching out again. That was a phone call Adora never wanted to get, but he’s not coming back to the country — he does still have those debts waiting for him, after all, and unable to pay them back, the stress would take him right back to that mental state he fled — and he’s not trying to rejoin their lives, he just kind of wants to know what happened after he left. Adora is angry and tells him he doesn’t have the right to know that after what he did — and she’s right — but later she still regrets it and, after talking to Catra (who also tells her she was right and she shouldn’t call him back and open that door back into their lives for him, but sits by her side when she’s on the phone to support her when she insists on going through with it), she calls him back. She only gives him the very high level stuff: she started dating someone right around when he disappeared, and they’re married now and happy, and she has become Mara’s new stepdad — something Falcon thinks she says as a pointed jab not knowing that’s really what Mara calls her — and Mara is doing well despite Falcon messing up her sense of trust and safety as a little kid, and definitely doesn’t need him fucking with her again by trying to contact her now. Adora makes it clear this is a courtesy she is giving him with the understanding that, now she has volunteered the information, he isn’t going to seek any more out or bother them.

That holds kind of true. He checks in with Adora around high school graduation just to make sure Mara made through it okay — he can’t help but remember around this time he was ruining both their lives — and to see if she plans to go to college, which she does, and then he calls again three years later just to see if she’s still on that track, which she is. He never calls again and Adora never knows if that’s because he moved on, or got closure, or lost their number, or died. Mara knows he called to check in on her once or twice but Adora didn’t tell her until she was an adult because she worried about reintroducing all that old uncertainty and fear back into her life, and at least now no one can force her to see Falcon if she doesn’t want to.

Catra seriously considers hunting him down after he goes dark, but she has done what she can to close the illegal chapter of her life and she knows Adora wouldn’t be happy with her reopening it — especially when she’s a little rusty — for their own closure with him. Catra didn’t exactly succeed in turning over a new leaf overnight, but she did greatly reduced her law-breaking, leaving only little slip-ups that happened every few months until she managed to stretch a gap long enough for it to become permanent, the impulse no longer second nature and her episodes of feeling untouchable either more rare or focused on something other than being unafraid of the government. She does stay in the cybersecurity sector professionally for a long time and works alongside Entrapta several times throughout the years.

I’ve kind of talked about this before and even included it in the concert scene, but Catra and Entrapta do kind of keep  referring to each other as partner occasionally and honestly neither of them are really sure how they mean it. They never formally said “QPR over”, they said “no more physical affection (sex)” and they remained very close, though it felt like it did end more definitively when Catra eventually moved in with Adora. That took her longer to do than it usually does in AUs due to both her happiness/comfort with Entrapta, trying not to “upset” Mara by forcing the change on her, and Catra still needing the ability to get distance from them for the night sometimes while dealing with her own demons, but those slowly disappear as Mara lets her heal her own childhood and she sees she can be a good parental figure with experience.

Chapter 1:

⦁ “Slipstream” was once again a temporary placeholder name that became permanent. It’s a reference to the hacker Slipstream, one of the names behind the Nintendo gigaleak.

⦁ Entrapta’s daily energy drink limit is by no means her daily average, but any day drinking seven energy drinks is a bad one. She doesn’t actually drink Monster every day… Just like 95% of them. And she is a lot more likely to drink 1-3 than 5.

⦁ Okay I’m like half bullshitting the tech speak in this fic. The 20 minute decryption Waffle House thing? Yeah that’s actually optimistic. The kid who hacked the CIA did that exact thing and took 30 minutes to log on and he still eventually got caught.

⦁ Close followers of my Tumblr will already know Adora Maria is reference to some terrible  “wrong” trivia answers to a question about She-ra’s names.

Chapter 2:

⦁ Steps (loosely): 1) Identify absolutely necessary files and save them, 2) Paste contents of other important word/text files into empty cloud documents she can download later (cleaning metadata), 3) Create a new encrypted email on a totally different machine (in this case, Catra’s clean laptop she had with her), 4) Forward absolutely necessary emails to new address (being very selective), 5) Delete what accounts it’s reasonable to just nuke, 6) Completely wipe computer and reset it, 7) Change first the associated email and then the password of all other accounts in a closed environment (Catra’s laptop) and turn on two-factor for absolutely everything that has the option, 8) When all information has been reset, delete old email in closed environment as insurance.

⦁ Adora’s scent changed some with pregnancy and then the rest with lifestyle changes.

⦁ Mara comes out to check on them because Adora told her an old friend from high school was coming over and she wasn’t making the happy sounds she makes with her friends. When she realized Adora was stressed she got worried, doubly so when she said it was grown-up stuff, because that grown-up stuff could be Mara-related — especially since she knows Falcon is causing problems with child support even if Adora tries to keep her from hearing about it too much — which is why Adora invited her out to see it’s really okay.

Chapter 3:

⦁ Originally when I wrote the group chat there was nothing differentiating who was speaking, but I had the idea to use emojis like profile pictures to make it more clear. The scorpio icon was originally head-in-the-clouds (high af emote), the star was originally just a sassy emote, and the dragon changed the same. I ended up changing them because a reader sent an ask letting me know that the emotes wouldn’t translate to epub format and the Scorpio and star “emote” are part of the standard unicode colored symbals, so I’m hoping they’re included, but I also don’t have any way of checking without just uploading the thing so this was my best effort. I kept the dragon even though it’s not included because I was too attached and only one person missing an icon would at least differentiate it from the others still.

⦁ Adora named Mara after her old teacher Mara because she was the only out lesbian she (knew) she had ever met. She was pretty quiet about it to not get harassed by parents, but she wasn’t about to lie about it, and she would talk about Hope when prompted. Adora admired that back in high school thinking she just Respected Her Ideals™️ and later realized it was more than that.

⦁ Catra’s conflicting feelings looking at Mara hugging Adora’s hip are actually less because she’s remembering her father and more remembering she was doing that to feel safe and she doesn’t like to think she’s making a kid feel unsafe too.

⦁ Adora’s habit of rubbing at her tattoo (versus something like the back of her neck) started when it itched a lot while healing. She has terrible tattoo discipline and really shouldn’t get another one because she couldn’t leave it alone.

⦁ You might be able to tell here, but originally Mara was intended to be older (8-ish or something) but I didn’t want them to separate that long. The timeline is already kind of screwy because even with Adora a year older Mara should actually be four with pregnancy time, but shhhhhh.

⦁ Oh my god I wish more people knew the difference between the deep web and the dark web. People act like they’re interchangable when Facebook qualifies as the deep web. Catra is a deep web miscreant, not the dark web.

Chapter 4:

⦁ Perfuma doesn’t know they’re cyber criminals but given the jokes about felonies she can guess that’s the only thing that makes sense, and then she elects not to think any more about it because they’re really important to Scorpia and she wants plausible deniability.

⦁ Obviously Catra hadn’t said Adora’s name yet, but Adora is such an Entity in her mind it feels like everybody should think about her as much as Catra does.

⦁ Perfuma would have to be totally oblivious to not pick up from the conversation that Catra had a crush on Adora in high school, and knowing what she does about Adora’s comphet she just kind of assumes it was the classic “crush on a straight girl” that went nowhere until Catra left school. She’s not about to embarrass Catra by bringing that up to Adora, but if she knew how serious it was and had a hunch how Adora felt she might interfere.

⦁ Table break lore. I wouldn’t say this is a reference so much as a shared headcanon that previously came up allllllllllll the way back in Drawn Into The Music, where Scorpia breaks a table trying to lean on it while drunk because Biceps.

⦁ Mara’s set up is basically what I had as a kid. When we were little we had the “kid computer” which belonged to someone back in the day when it was actually considered a good machine. It didn’t have internet and was just for playing games (which were all offline at that point in time). When we got old enough for the internet we had a  software that only let us browse for like 30 minutes each day and I think had an automatic filter of inappropriate sites? If it did, the site list was very minimal and I never ran into any issues personally, but a software that blocks pornhub isn’t a bad thing for a five year old to have even if I’m generally against online surveillance lmao. It’s not making a list of sites she visited for spying purposes or anything, and generally Adora tries to be in the room with her when she’s online (in-game or not) because you know. Super young. She’s really busy though and sometimes has to rely on the idea that the parents of Mara’s friends are doing the same thing and monitoring them so they can keep safe. That is not always true.

⦁ Adora tousles Mara’s hair and pets her so much because that became one of the ways she knew how to express affection with Catra and now it’s just ingrained as a part of her.

⦁ Semi-related, she and Catra didn’t actually meet until middle school in this ‘verse and had about five years together before Catra’s breakdown.

⦁ Adora’s tattoo is the season one sword in a deep maroon and then the gem in the center of the hilt is the sunset ombre from the lesbian flag. Catra just thought the lines were black because she couldn’t see that shade of red.

⦁ “The breakup” here is code for “uncomfortable sex experience”.

Chapter 5:

⦁ Catra was about to say she doesn’t get on her knees unless a pretty girl asks nicely before her brain caught up with her mouth.

⦁ Adora was absolutely not going to interrupt because she was smitten watching them interact. She never in her wildest dreams thought Catra would do more than tolerate her child at best, but she forgot the factor of her kind of outweighed the factor of child.

⦁ Uhhhh. So. Alright fuck it. Catra was in a mania fit when she broke into the mall. That can come from a couple things and I’ve experienced it once I think, but yeah she really should be on mood stablizers and just refuses to see a professional about it. Once her life stabilized and she essentially had Entrapta as a safety net, knowing she wasn’t going to kick her out if her work lapsed, it made things a lot easier, but her constant vigilance against authorities could just as easily be seen as appropriate vigilance as it is paranoia (primarily socially-unacceptable anxiety).

⦁ Catra doesn’t know how to categorize her emotions outside of bad criteria so any strong emotion gets categorized as “breakdownable” or not but that’s definitely not what she’s feeling here, having emotions just feels like she’s dying.

⦁ Bella Sara supremacy !! 🗣️🗣️I don’t think it was available on the Vita lol but it was in THIS universe.

Chapter 6:

⦁ Catra was, subconsciously, still trying to delay the inevitable of Adora and Entrapta meeting by meeting with Adora and Scorpia downstairs. When they finally came home and it was time, Catra basically tried to get everyone settled in the living room and her own bedroom without “bothering” Entrapta, but she did vaguely greet them when they got home. Their first real conversation was the one in the bed, though.

⦁ Adora is the type of drunk to try to perpetuate her own existence. If you look away from drunk Adora for a second she’s doing another round of shots and trying to get herself hospitalized.

⦁ “Adora shouldn’t be worrying about this” yeah this reaction has nothing to do with cheating, Catra, that’s just all she can do with her jealousy reasonably.

⦁ The Scene (1)

⦁ Belgian Boys mini pancakes my beloved

⦁ Okay so “cheating” per se isn’t so much a thing in their relationship, but by the idea that there are rules and they have an understanding which involves not messing around with other people without notification/permission, then yes cheating is a thing. It would  be shitty for Catra to do anything without letting Entrapta know she intends to, which is the entire point of the fun pass.

Chapter 7:

⦁ Catra didn’t really have a sex addiction or anything she was just really, really lonely, knew people found her hot, and needed reasons to stay at other people’s places, so it ended up as a perfect storm.

⦁ “Put the kid on and let me talk to her” from Catra “I’m just tolerating the kid” Meow Meow.

⦁ Yes I know that “bludgeoning weapon” was not at all correct. But it sounded good, and that’s what writing is sometimes.

⦁ “She tells herself Mara would miss her gifts and then immediately questions why she needs to tell herself anything at all.” Idk Catra I think Mara might miss you as a little more than a gift-giving source. She might be really broken up by you not coming around. (You would also miss her but I’m not even going to pretend you’re open to that idea)

⦁ IDK CATRA MAYBE THE KID WANTED TO BE AROUND AND TRUSTED BY YOU. IDIOT

⦁ The Scene (2)

Chapter 8:

⦁ Turnabout’s fair play and we’ve gone from Adora thinking she can’t stay over to Catra thinking it. These two lesbians just need to accept they’re equally needy.

⦁ “Hoodwinked” agenda !! In all seriousness I haven’t watched it in years so I’m not sure if it holds up, but I loved that movie as a kid and so did my mom. I watched it so many times.

⦁ “Tax-free” is in reference to the final line of the chapter, where Catra has some (minor) dues to pay for how she has lived her life, but it’s nothing more serious than what she has already done, because as awful as she often thinks herself, most of what she did was just surviving under hard circumstances.

Chapter 9:

⦁ Adora has it right with Falcon. To him, he and his girlfriend had sex bad enough for her to realize she was gay (he was not being a good partner for that because he didn’t notice she was uncomfortable, he was just thinking three years together made it about time), he suddenly has a kid at only 19, and his now-ex he was planning to marry can’t even look at him. He already had gambling tendencies and really fell on it with the stress of college and navigating the kid situation, and then everything snowballed because the debt got bad enough he couldn’t make tuition and his stress went even further through the roof when he was forced to just get a job to pay what child support he could, and then he starts getting these threats and at that point completely starting over is looking pretty attractive. Whether or not he was in the right has no effect on how his brain was able to handle it and Mara’s inception turned out mildly traumatic for everyone involved.

⦁ “The fact that Adora is right to have her suspicions is annoying.” That’s a little thing called guilt, kitten.

⦁ I don’t know what my thing with Albuquerque is but whenever I think of someone going into hiding/leaving the country I think of them doing it there. I’m sure it was used in some piece of media I consumed when I was young and that’s where it came from because to my knowledge it’s not an international flights hub.

⦁ Glimmer is one of those people who will drop in the group chat like hey who wants to see a show in two weeks and then just buy tickets for everyone. This was actually arranged months ago, hence the Star siblings not thinking about the timing and having a conflict, and it was before Perfuma and Scorpia even started dating.

⦁ Melendy Britt was a voice actress on the OG cartoon and like a third of the female characters, playing Adora amongst others. She was recently at the MOTU SDCC panel.

⦁ In most ‘verses I think Catra loves music, she just has a specific history in this AU that makes it a weird thing for her because she knows it was robbed of her but can’t try to get into it now because that’s acknowledging everything she has lost.

⦁ The brain development thing is actually a myth and it varies wildly between people, but Adora’s parents are also the kind to sincerely believe you’re only using 10% of your brain at any given time.

Chapter 10:

⦁ When I was initially figuring out what to do with Falcon, I wasn’t really sure what to do with him. I wanted to get him involved in criminal stuff Catra could uncover so he couldn’t be around Mara anymore, but I was also hesitant to do that because Adora’s life is in a precarious place without the child support. I also didn’t want to make him into this caricature of awfulness when he was once Adora’s longterm boyfriend and thus at least seemed decent. Then I remembered Catra has a tech sector paycheck and I could easily just run him off at that point.

⦁ Honestly, now is probably the time to admit that every third time I went to write Falcon’s name I almost wrote Sea Hawk just because they’re so similar, which makes sense since Falcon was invented to be Sea Hawk’s ex, but it was a struggle the whole fic lol.

⦁ Okay, but what did happen with Falcon and the money/threats? Well, Catra had it pretty right: they were sketchy people, and criminals sure, scammers definitely, but they weren’t actually going to send hitmen after him or anything. He was never in any danger. Leaving the country did actually give him a new leaf though and he was a better person with it, managing to build something even though he was still struggling with his gambling addiction. He wasn’t able to keep any kind of savings going as a result but he at least learned not to spend money he didn’t actually have and get in debt. He managed to find a small pension job and get help for his anxiety, which let him at least a small modest life.

⦁ Mrs. Bee is Sweet Bee.

⦁ I meant to have a conversation about swearing they never ended up having. Basically, Adora vaguely tries to censor herself, but things like “oh stars” come naturally to her from her parents, “fuck” just also comes naturally from everyone else in her life lol. Mara knows kind of what swear words are and that they’re “adult words” you need to be older to understand the impact of, so when Catra (or Adora) does inevitably swear in front of the kid, it’s  not much of a big deal. Catra ends up making it out to be a bigger thing in her head and putting more effort into censoring herself (read: any effort) than Adora does or cares. Eventually they do talk about it when Catra takes a bit more of a parental role in Mara’s life and is trying to figure out what that entails.

⦁ There’s this tendency for people talking to kids to refer to their parents as “your mom” rather than like, their name which you would be using in any other context. Catra has had a secret rule — secret even to herself — that she’s going to keep Adora’s name and not do that “your mom” shit. Well, here she is doing that shit, and it’s because she feels a lot less like she needs to distance herself from Mara — and thus the concept of Adora having kids — than she did at first when Mara quite frankly terrified her.

⦁ “I didn’t remember your phone number-” a straight up lie, “-and I wasn’t about to go back home under any conditions to ask your parents what you were up to,” will turn out to be a lie.

Chapter 11:

⦁ “It’ll even look bad on Mara by the time of their next zoo visit.” Oh? Are you planning to be part of that visit, Catra?

⦁ (I am not personally a big fan of bucket hats but there are times when they look really cute — yes even on adults — Catra’s just a hater)

⦁ Catra’s description of how the magicat crowns work is actually how her mask works on her official doll. In the case of the magicat queens, though, the hooks were more like a fallback because the mask was made to be so perfect against their face its weight was distributed over the entire thing and the small hooks just kept it from getting out of place.

⦁ Catra’s freakout is very funny to me because kids will play with literally anyone they like but Catra has so little experience she thinks this is what fatherhood is. Not that she isn’t a Trusted Adult to Mara but most of her “signs” would be there whether or not they were dating.

⦁ “It’s also partially that she isn’t ever going to be a father to anyone, and thus using it has more joking distance that feels marginally more acceptable.” She’s a dad within six months lmao.

⦁ Being a parent doesn’t come naturally to a lot of people, and Catra is one of those, so for most of the fic you don’t really get to see her in “parent mode”, and I do worry where it leaves off some people will see her as not a good step-parent for Mara, but that’s a slow process for her to reach. The fic would have to drag out a lot longer before it could reach  the point where it’s natural for her. For most of the first year she feels like she’s horribly flailing during every interaction with Mara, and that doesn’t change with this chapter, but she does internally accept that this is a role she’s going to have and wants to take  up, so while she still jokes and occasionally slips up, she does love the kid and is doing her best.

Chapter 12:

⦁ I’m basically picturing the Home Alone house for Adora’s parents but I don’t remember it from the movie, I remember it from the LEGO set. So do with that what you will.

⦁ Marlena knows what she’s doing and she’s just trying to feel Catra out because she never would have pictured her becoming a parent in high school, but she also knows, both logically and from her phone calls with Adora, that Catra has grown a lot.

Original Outline:

I actually have my original idea for the fic still written down from a Discord conversation with a friend so here it is in its entirety:

vague idea is catra + entrapta are a hacker duo and they’re a thing. adora's organization is data compromised, forcing catra to get back in contact with her to help her fix it (vaguer idea is adora works for a nonprofit or something. dont hold me to that) like catra independently finds out there's a security vulnerability and is like fuck i have to be a good guy about this Maybe Catra tries to hack them to spy on adora because she misses her and then she gets way too much way too easily.

So yeah obviously a lot changed. Another idea was that Catra had to protect Adora from people trying to get her for… IDK, something Catra uncovered that Adora didn’t even know she knew (or at least didn’t realized was incriminating enough for people to want to cover it up), but I don’t really like writing action lol.

Everything changed because I had been wanting to write a single mom Adora fic too, just didn’t have anything written for it. In the initial version of Slipstream, I had no background for how they drifted apart, and the comphet backstory for the single mom Adora fic slotted nicely into Slipstream’s empty past, so I combined them so I could write both at once, especially because (as evidenced by how little was in the outline) I didn’t have any kind of ongoing plot after they reconnected that I actually wanted to write (again, action ideas are fun, but not for me to write). The new story gave me a lot more avenues to explore relationship dynamics as a big element for all the characters, and thus gave the QPR more relevance and let me portray something I think is kind of rare. Entrapta’s relationship with relationships in this fic is really personal to me and it kind of stuck out as a little out of place in the old idea, but in this version of the fic it works into the overall themes of relationships, self-denial, and accepting that what satisfies you isn’t necessarily the thing that will make you happiest and that’s worth whatever risks are associated with it.

I want back and forth on the club chapter and the following revolving around a few points: should they actually kiss in the club or just come close, should they kiss in the kitchen, and should they get evolved enough in that kiss for Adora’s hand to reach Catra’s tail. I kind of knew the latter would be too far, but ultimately decided the first two were permissible within their rules.

Meta:

Adora’s floorplan

Upcoming:

Next up will be an OotW oneshot. I’m also working on the Lightbeam sequel fic, and lowkey another AU I’ve been teasing, but I don’t think I'll have time for them before Sapphic September starts and I chip away at some of those prompts, so we'll see what’s going to shove to the forefront first, so stay tuned IG lol

[autismvampyre]

my mom and stepdad were watching tv last night and some guy was talking abt swedish history and how finland wasn't a colony, it was sweden back then and only finnish nationalists are offended when finland is referred to as part of the swedish kingdom and like??? i dont think thats true??? we were active colonisers. we're still living on and profiting off of stolen land of the native sami people.

one thing abt swedes is we love to have our cake and eat it too. we want so badly to be peaceful and war free for over a hundred years but also romanticize the swedish empire. King Gustav II Adolf was not the peak of civilization, we weren't "great" we were warmongering colonizers. theres also a lot of attention put on the fact that vikings "found" america first as part of nationalist propaganda.

"we were neutral in ww2" no, we sold weapons to both sides. neutral my ass, there were nazi sympathizers fucking everywhere. did everyone just forget the national institute of race biology in uppsala or what? we are not inclusive here. sami people couldnt own houses or have jobs, romani people were banned from schools. we were horrible and we aren't done fixing shit yet.

the whole of swedish culture is performative activism motivated by money. we're inclusive if it's popular and now that the trend is radical conservatism we're once again following the fucking wave. dont let people tell you this is a fair and inclusive country. they are lying.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

3. The comment section of Ludmila's fanfiction

I'm continuing with some tumblr fics. Now it's about Ludmila writing fanfiction and the other dcla characters commenting on her fics. She writes about a made up book series I have called "Isadora Starfighter"

A/N: So this was the first chapter! Hope you liked it! We'll see how many chapters I'll write. Aiming for at least 5 rn! Thanks for reading! <3

Punknotdead commented: I am interested to see where you take this...

Sapphicskaters commented: Omg it’s already so good!

Cantaresloquesoy commented: I love this little rewrite you got of this storyline already, hermana!

- LudmilaSupernova (author) replied: I don’t have a sister and if I would, I’d never let her know I have a fanfiction account. But I’m glad you liked it! <33

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A/N: I said 5 chapters, now we’re in chapter 6… and more will come! I realised there’s a lot more to do. Now, I have not read the books in years, and I can’t buy them. Not because I can’t afford it, but because I frankly do not trust my mother. She’d think it would be too childish for me to buy a children’s book series and throw it out. She melted a gift I got from my stepdad down to some earrings, so she’s capable of ANYTHING.

queenofroller commented: Please, continue with as many chapters you like! I love this story. Also, about your A/N… I can relate to having crazy mothers… I get u :,)

Punknotdead commented: How can you write these characters more gay than what they were in canon??? Lmao

corazon-en-mi-corazon commented: Wow! Your attention to detail is amazing for not having read the books for years! I can really tell you know this series well. Looking forward to read more!

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A/N: So here we are, chapter 15… life has been hectic. Mom got put in an mental institution. I guess I’m coping by writing more fics than usual. And I guess that’s why I got inspired to write some more edgy stuff. And more edgy stuff will come >:)

Sapphicskaters commented: I hope you’re ok! Although, if you post banger fics when you feel bad, then maybe continue feeling bad! Haha, just kidding. Seriously, take care.

Punknotdead commented: I’m especially interested in the scene where they met that unnamed woman at the space cruise. ”She was red haired, looked like what earthlings would call a hippie. And she had a big temperament. Pretty good singing voice, though”. Is this a reference to someone you know?

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A/N: BIG NEWS!!!! My sister gave me a very special christmas gift: EVERY ISADORA STARFIGHTER BOOK!!!! I have already started rereading them, and it has given me inspiration to write EVEN MORE. I know the plot has changed since I started this fic, but gosh it’s about to change again! I hope you look forward as much to it as I do.

Punknotdead commented: I love how you only planned 5 chapters and now it’s up to 30 lmao

Cantaresloquesoy commented: I thought you didn’t have a sister? ;P Anyway, great chapter and I look forward to more

Peligrosamente-bellas commented: Wow I really sat and read 30 chapters in one sitting. You have quite the talent for this. I’m also afraid for your mental health, but still.

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A/N: So yeah. Arguably the gayest chapter yet. I had to create some OCs so that everyone had someone to make out with at the party. No one is straight in this series… I mean, they most likely don’t know what straight is, they don’t have that same norms or even reproductive systems (Buggie and his 6 parents that all are biologically related to him is an example of this)

Punknotdead commented: The way you described the black curly haired woman that looked like she was from earth, it feels like you’re describing someone you know irl…

queenofroller commented: Last time I commented, it was 6 chapters. Now it's 50. Did I read chapter 7-50 in one sitting? Yes. Do I regret it? Yes because now I will be really sleep deprived when I wake up tomorrow, but also no because I had a great time

Sapphicskaters commented: I can SOOOO relate to the random guys who for whatever reason wants to date you and your friends try to convince you that you like him just because he likes you... ugh. You wrote it really well, I could really feel it.

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A/N: I don't know if we have lost the plot, but I'm addicted to writing more chapters.

Punknotdead commented: Haha you wrote 69 chapters. Nice.

- LudmilaSupernova (author) replied: I'm gonna block you

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A/N: Sooo... how do you feel? I'm good. I don't know how I managed to do this, but it's been VERY fun.

corazon-en-mi-corazon commented: First of all: CONGRATULATIONS ON 100 CHAPTERS! You truly are COMMITTED to this. I applaud you and admire you. Second of all: The way she confronted her mom like that? Gosh, my heart... I remember since a kid I really wanted to get revenge on her mom, and now you have healed my inner child... thank you SO MUCH.

queenofroller commented: This fic is truly for us with mommy issues getting some healing done

Punknotdead commented: I don't wanna write a teasing comment especially after all this I just read... I'm just... speechless. Can't wait for chapter 200 LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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A/N: I just reread the first chapter and WOW have we come far since then. It feels like a tv show where stuff changes drastically the further you watch. I was proud of this chapter, I hope you liked it too!

Punknotdead commented: Imagine if you put this much effort in other things in life. But you have a talent for sapphic fanfiction, so please continue!

- LudmilaSupernova (author) replied: You know, you have commented on every chapter I've made. I am sometimes wondering if you're someone I know irl... if you are, then I am so confused how you found me?? Also I can never look you in the eyes in that case.

-- Punknotdead replied: I know you have put me as an OC in here. I wanna see what OC!me is gonna do next, or when she'll show up next.

LaVidaEsUnSueno commented: Hahahaha I heard people mentioning this fic and I decided to read all 120 chapters XD In one sitting!! I don't know what time it is anymore honestly.

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A/N: I think it's soon time to end this fic. Maybe at chapter 150. I have plans, but do you have any wishes?

Punknotdead commented: Continue to 200 chapters!! Also include the red haired hippie OC more I like her

Sapphicskaters commented: This fic has been so fun to follow... I'm only glad to get some more Lololo content. She reminds me of my gf hehe <3 No wonder she was my favorite character when I read the books as a kid!

queenofroller commented: I just hope everyone with bad moms will get justice... you have not disappointed me yet, and I'm very grateful.

Cantaresloquesoy commented: When I read this chapter I can truly imagine you laughing out loud to yourself at 2 AM, thinking no one would hear you, but if someone who shares a bedroom next to yours would be awake, she'd they'd just hear a manic laughter and tapping on the keyboard.

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A/N: There we go! Final chapter! But gosh I kinda want to continue hehe... maybe I'll just start a new fic from here! Thank you so much everyone who has been with me on this journey. It's been a wild ride. Knowing myself, I might already in a few days be out with a brand new fic. But this project has truly brought me so much joy. Love you all!

Sapphicskaters commented: Truly end of an era! I can't believe I've truly been following you since the beginning of this fic's posting. I'm gonna cherish it so much going forward, perhaps even do a re-read at some point.

Peligrosamente-bellas commented: I really feel like reading this got me into your mind in a way that I'd never be able to see irl. It was truly an interesting experience!

Punknotdead commented: This was so good! I had never even heard of Isadora Starfighter before I read your fic. You are my introduction to it. Congrats!

queenofroller commented: Standing ovation to you, truly. And I don't say that to people often.

chicofresa commented: I THOUGHT IT WAS 150 WORDS. NOT 150 CHAPTERS. I'VE NOW WASTED 8 HOURS OF MY LIFE READING ALL OF THIS. AND IT'S NOT EVEN ACCURATE TO THE BOOKS? WHY IS EVERYONE GAY? NO ONE WAS IN THE BOOK SERIES. WHY DON'T YOU WRITE ABOUT THE ACTUAL COUPLES THAT GET TOGETHER? I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY IT'S SO DIFFERENT TO THE BOOKS!! AND WHY DID YOU WRITE 150 CHAPTERS ABOUT THIS?!

- LudmilaSupernova (author) replied: Welcome to fanfiction young fella.

[kingofcursessukuna]

This is kinda stupid but I need to get this off my chest, but please ignore this ask if you’re not having a good day mentally.

My mom and stepdad are going through a divorce and he’s now moved out of the house but my little brother is living 50/50 at each house and I can see him changing and it’s not good and it’s because of his fucking dad. Or my stepdad- a few months ago we got into our first physical fight and that’s what put me in therapy, there were bruises all up and down my side and I filed a stupid counselor thing at school to somehow help me and they never fucking got back to me so they’re useless. And my mom heard his ‘side of the story’ and she made me apologize. I’m sorry but he dragged me across the house and tried to put soap in my mouth because I was giving him attitude and he can’t come to terms that I have my own life now, so I knocked the soap out of his hands and then he pinned he onto the stove and tried to do it again and I was trying to get him off me when he like spin me around and took a wooden spoon and started beating the shit out of me with it. Then he screamed at me to get out and accused me of attacking him when I was pushing him off me, for reference I’m 5’4 100 pounds, he’s 5,8 and 230 pounds. Idk what to do it’s like I’m glad he’s gone but he was so fucking abusive mentally too. I hate him but like I miss him at the same time. I’m sorry this is a lot but idk I feel like I’m doing something wrong and especially with my brother I’m trying to give him as much support as I can but it’s so hard when he does the exact same things as his dad.

I'll start off by saying that nothing you've told me here is stupid, so do not say such things. None of what you have gone through is your fault, and you are incredibly strong for enduring all of it. Your mother should have protected you in that situation. You are not crazy.

Your brother is not your responsibility. It is not your job to ensure that he doesn't turn out a certain way. It may be painful to see, but it is not your fault. You have done nothing wrong, you are only a child. The adults in your life have failed you.

Bright things are ahead, just keep going. When you turn eighteen, you should be able to get access to therapy and begin to heal. In the meantime, you are incredibly strong. You are always welcome to talk to me.

[transientzeal]

Fuck it getting serious for a sec.

When I was a dumb shitty boy in highschool, I was... Well shitty.

I had a girlfriend (at the time, he transitioned so I'll be referring to him as a boy from here on but I feel the dynamic that I was a boy and he was a girl is sorta important here.)

He had low self esteem and poor communication skills. I had an undiagnosed case of hypersexuality and a lack of understanding around consent. My understand was that boys were supposed to pursue girls. That everyone my age wanted to try sex and girls were just scared cus it hurts.

Again I was a dumb and shitty teen. I had not been taught properly. These also weren't conscious and thought out beliefs. These were the sort of underlying misunderstandings that would breakdown if someone actually challenged them, but with how culture is, what you see in movies, tv, etc...

I pressured him into a lot of stuff. I was always touchy, he was never fully onboard.

One day, and I swear this was his idea, he wanted to try bondage. Sure. I found something I could tie him up with (didn't look anything up so these were not safe!) and I tried touching him. He never liked being touched down there. I assumed the whole point of this was to try anyway. I didn't do much, and I don't remember hearing the first "stop". But I did touch him.

Finally I heard him, untied him and our relationship was back to normal. Eventually he broke up with me, no big surprise. And 2 years later he sent me a message explaining how he now understood after therapy that I had raped him.

I'm sure to some of you that might be minor. We're not here to debate that. I was verbally and physically pushy the whole time. I was a dick and have since learned so much and gotten a much healthier outlook on sex and consent.

But you see when he sent me that message explaining how shitty I was I didn't know what to do. I told my mom and my (at the time) step-dad cus I felt like a fucking monster. I sent them the message. They read it. My stepdad agreed I was a monster. My mom didn't know what to say and just followed his lead. They didn't talk to me for a while after that. I tried to kill myself, not out of grief or anything, but because I legitimately thought it was the right thing to do.

I was scared though, so I lived. My older sibling eventually heard about it and talked to me. They managed to talk me down, understood that I didn't mean to hurt anyone and that I could learn and grow now. I did.

Now over 10 years after all that, I've had a chance to talk to my mom. She resents her ex-husband for his response and wishes she could have been there for me. Told me I wasn't a monster and that while I had made a huge mistake and done some major harm, that there wasn't something wrong with me. I'm not sure if it's fair to say it wasn't my fault, but at least there's more to it than just me being a dick.

I don't have contact with that boy anymore. I hope he's doing ok, genuinely. I have spoken to another SA survivor though who, of all people, told me that carrying around this guilt with me isn't helping. I believe her and I'm trying to heal. Trying to... Forgive myself I guess.

My older sibling is a child of rape. I don't know if I knew that back then but I wonder if my mom had sat me down and talked about all that to me, had explained to me that I'm not like the bastard who did that to her, because he didn't cry once he realized how much pain he had caused.... Sorry I'm... I'm sorta spiraling here.

I guess, I'll just keep trying to heal. Just keep moving forward.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

I just hope that if they do bring back Seb that they actually don't talk about his vile mother at all. I stopped watching because of how Aaron was treated in that storyline and bringing back her child is like opening the gates to talking about her again.

I couldn't even enjoy any scenes with him in before because the entire time they were talking about Rebecca and it makes me feel so sad for my little fave Aaron. It's like Robert and Rebecca are the Main Couple and Aaron just the clinger on and it's horrible. Even if she's not in the show she's still there. Robert always put her feelings first because she's the mother of his child, even when she's being a complete vile person. I just want her wiped out and never mentioned again like the virus she is.

Losing Seb would be sad but at least it would draw a line under that horrible story and give Aaron and Robert a chance to have a family that they chose that can't be taken away from them, rather than having to work around her whims and demands.

I know you think he's the only good thing about that story but to a lot of us he is just a constant reminder, as the writers use him as an excuse to make scenes about her. "I can't he has to go back to his mums" "haha Rebecca said this when I dropped him home" "Rebecca doesn't want us doing this with him" etc etc etc even if it doesn't be to be said.

killing her off would be the bare minimum as long as she's not talked about. Aaron would'nt ever be a equal parent if she is alive, or even an equal husband in his own marriage. If Robert comes back with seb it would be exactly the same boring dad Robert who revolves around his son and his sons mother first. Which isn't robron. It's robecca featuring Aaron.

You don't have to respond to this by the way. Sorry.

I know I slept late today but did I wake up in 2017??

Sorry anon, I get what you mean, I used to feel that way too. Throughout rebecca's whole pregnancy I was like "how are they EVER going to fix this?? That baby will always be a reminder of The Incident." But then they showed Rob loving him and putting him first (instead of his schemes), and then AARON falling in love with him because he's Robert's and he loves Robert so he loves his son too.

And after she gave birth (which focused more on bringing Aaron back into the story than her having a baby) rebecca was an afterthought in her own kid's life. Seb was 'used' to bring robron closer together - with Aaron looking after him instead of spending time with his doctor boyfriend (🤣) - Aaron 'rescued' him when rebecca fucked off and nearly burnt Vic's house down, Aaron was the one to suggest Seb moved into the mill, and Aaron referred to himself as his stepdad/parent more than once ("This is about MY HUSBAND and MY STEPSON"). I'm willing to bet Aaron had more scenes with Seb (with or without Robert) than Rebecca did.

And after losing Rob, Seb was the only one who could put a smile on Aaron's face. He loves that little boy.

And even if they don't kill rebecca off off screen... That doesn't mean she'll get mentioned all the time. I mean Ross is supposedly very much alive in off screen land, yet Charity mentioned him maybe once the past year? Jai NEVER mentions Megan and Eliza - not when he and Laurel got married (you'd think he'd want his daughter there, right?), not when Rishi died (he was Eliza's granddad too), David never mentions Priya and Amba (and they left pretty recently), Gabby never talks about Jamie, Kim never talks about the demon child Millie. Vic never mentions Seb OR Robert. (There used to be a picture of Seb in Vic's house but it's gone now.)

So long story short, if they bring back Robert (🤡🤞) I really hope they'll let robron raise Seb AND let them have that football team of kids they talked about (Seb needs siblings!).

[toxicanonymity]

🎃 blushing and kicking my feet I'm glad y'all liked my little fic of a fic 🥰🥰 I will definitely write a next part since there's interest:) If you want me to explore any ideas or kinks to write in lmk! I do have a rough plan and it does involve what's in the box lol. Thank you and keep being amazing! 🖤🖤🖤 P.s. only about 100 days left until Halloween!

cucking WHAT IF pt. 2

This follows: cucking stepdad w/ another Joel (by Toxic) and what if they continued pt. 1

The cucking continues!

by HALLOWEEN ANON

Anonymous asked:

As promised here is my part 2 to Thighs/Stepdad pool fun. I honestly felt kind of bad torturing stepdad after everything he went through yesterday so I was less mean than planned and added a reference about how he cums a lot based on Amazon. This will be the end of my fic of a fic with these fine Joels but I have something else planned that's with my own Joel creation (gilfy!sub!Joel). There's an Easter egg at the end of this fic if interested. :) I'm not as proud of this part but was still fun. Thanks Toxic we 🖤 you!- ��

Joel (SDJ) inspects the box that was rolled into his new room on a room service cart. On top of the cart was a steak, a bowl of strawberries, a bottle of Dom, and a pitcher of ice water. Under the long white cloth on the cart sat the box. It was light blue with a white ribbon. “The fuck…” SDJ thought as he stared at the giant bow. What could be inside? And what was this game you were playing with him? Haven’t you tortured him enough?

He takes a bite of steak and groans. Easily the best meal he’s had on this entire trip. He chews on the salty, slightly charred meat and forgot for a minute about his shame. His fork and knife digs into the flesh, cutting vigorously as he gulps down the champagne like Sunny D, straight from the bottle. He bites into three strawberries, one after the other. He chases down the sweet fruit with another swig of alcohol. But the steak is what is satiating his hunger. The knife scrapes against the expensive plate over and over. He vigorously cuts into it and fills his greedy mouth with the salty flesh, a little blood dripping down his chin.

SDJ falls back on the bed after inhaling the meat and fruit. SDJ looks at the box again and opens his phone back to the picture you sent him. His cock stirs in his pants and he sighs. Another slug of Dom. Before he knows it the bow is undone and he’s staring inside at the seemingly random items neatly piled inside.

A bottle of lube, a ziploc bag containing something hot pink, and a pool noodle cut in half. Joel stares at the contents until his phone buzzes. A video. From you. He scrambles to open it and sees you, just you, and a foreign hand on your thigh. “Hey” you say simply and smile. Joel’s heart breaks at the sweet greeting and sweeter smile. “Hey” you say and smile again as he rewinds the video. “Hey” Joel says aloud to your paused face. How can you look so cute but absolutely filthy at the same time? He presses play.

“I hope you enjoyed your meal, it was very generous of him [Thighs Out] to get you your own room and an expensive dinner…his idea not mine.” You roll your eyes and look off camera. A chuckle off camera and a pat of your thigh from the unapendaged hand on your thigh. You look back at the camera.

“I miss you” you purr softly, your wide “fuck me” eyes looking into his as he strokes himself through his shorts. “I miss the fun we had before, and I know you do to.”

You roll over on your tummy, Thighs giving your ass a squeeze as he stands up and helps you turn over. He holds the phone the entire time, only getting a glimpse of his hand or leg when he stands up to point it at you landscape style. You turn your head and give another smile, this one far more devious than before. “By now you’ve probably opened the gift I sent you. If you want to fuck when we get home, this is what I want you to do. First, open the Ziploc bag.” Joel fell off the bed and scrambled for the bag, his cock bobbing up and down as he flopped back on the bed with the other box contents.

“Do they look familiar?” you wink. “They should, if not look at your pictures again.” Panties. They were your panties. Still slightly warm and damp when he pulls them out of the bag. “BUT-” you loudly say and Joel is brought back to reality. Panties halfway from the bag to his nose. “That’s your reward at the end. First, get out the pool noodle.” Joel inspects it. It’s a foam pool noodle about 10 inches long, the kind with the hole in the middle that you can find at any dollar store or water park. Joel looks to the pool noodle hole to the lube. Oh no, he thinks. No no no no no n-”

“Ohh fuck yes,” you whimper. Thighs is groping your ass and trying to also keep your face in view. “That feels good. I think you know what I want you to do. I want you to show me how hard you want to fuck me. How much you want to abuse this pussy with your dirty old man cock. Get that cock nice and ready for me. Please, Joel? Look how much I need it.” Your fingers lazily spread your slick folds open, dragging your middle finger up and down your seam. Eyes still on the camera, still on Joel who is lathering himself with lube, pants and underwear on the floor. You drag your finger out and hold out to Thighs, showing Joel how wet you are and how fast Thighs tongue attacks your finger. You pull it away and curve it in a “come hither direction”, eyes straight forward so it looks like your talking directly to him.

“Please,” your finger goes back to your center and you groan. “Fuck yourself like a good boy so we can fuck when we get home.

You got it baby, Joel says aloud. He shakes his head and grabs the noodle. Still doesn’t make this any less fucking weird, he thinks, but worth it. Worth it for her.

The rest of the video is you fucking yourself with your fingers, and when that’s not enough you’re handed a hairbrush offscreen. You’ve never done something so dirty. You feel possessed as orgasm after orgasm takes you over and you can’t even talk dirty. Your face has little beads of sweat clinging to it, your face screwed up in ecstacy as you feel the next orgasm hit, hairbrush fucking you while Thighs Out rolls your nipple in his hand, knowing it’ll make you come undone.

“J-joel,” you groan. “You feeling good, Joel? Like watching me like this? I’m a fucking mess. I just know that cock of yours is ready for me. Are you getting ready for my slutty pussy, Joel?”

Joel gripped his phone with one hand and nodded even though you couldn’t see him. He squeezed more lube onto himself. He sighed and slowly brought the pool noodle down on his cock. The cheap foam made his dick itch a little but he powered through. His hips buck up and fuck the noodle, matching the rhythm of you fucking yourself with the hairbrush. Joel felt close to cumming, but still so far away from you. He wondered what you were doing now since the video wasn’t live. He paused it on your face, eyes closed and mouth open. You deserve more than just an embarrassing jerk off session in room alone. The fact was he was extremely horny and even lonlier. A dangerous combination. Joel swipes out of the homemade video and opens Snapchat. He exhales through his nose and grips the pool noodle.

“Not even half way done with the video and you’ve already got me close” he murmers, his phone pointing down at pool noodle fucking his cock. “Like making me look like a fool? Like a desperate old man fucking a pool noodle all by himself?” He ends the video when he hears his voice start to break. But the trooper he is Joel keeps fucking the pool noodle and sending you snap after snap of the sordid scene. He alters from fucking the noodle to fucking his own hand. Precum drips down his thick fingers. He flips the camera around and his fingers slide in his mouth, groaning your name as he pushes the fingers further in and out. He moans LOUD and keeps stuffing his fingers in his mouth while jerking off. The pool noodle is moving faster, and Joel can’t hold it in anymore. He pumps his cock with the cheap foam toy one last time, and you see, while watching the snaps with Thighs Out, the tip of his dick peeking out the top and rope after rope shoots out. “I-I love you baby,” Joel gasps as he climaxes. “I’ll do anything you want.”

You thought that would be it, and he’d try to come crawling back to your room that night. But Joel stays in the room all night sending you dozens of snaps of either his cock fucking his hand “still just wishing it was your soft skin on me” or his face while jerking off. He orgasms at least four more times that night based on the snaps you recieve. After the latest video just of Joel chanting your name and humping the bed, his dry spend mixing with the warm, fresh load that cake the sheets, you shake your head.

“We should have gotten him more water.” you say to Thighs after your stepdad’s last climax.

“Should have gotten him another pool noodle,” Thighs grins. The man was such a menace.

“Seriously! Here’s another one!” you yell, gesturing for Thighs to look. His gold chain glints in your eye when he leans down over you to watch your phone.

“Damn,” Thighs mutters to himself. Baby please let me worship your tits (cherry emoji)!! The video caption says while Joel moans your name. “He can really cum. Knows how to work the camera too”

“Liking what you see?” you jokingly purr, rubbing his bare chest as your own arousal builds up.

“No, no, it’s just…wow. It’s just so much cum, especially for his age. It’s really not a bad skill to have.”

You burst out laughing. “For who?! A horny firefighter??”

Thighs smiles, “No… a different profession. Or for some more of a hobby.”

You raise your eyebrow and stare. “What the hell are you saying?”

Thighs scribbles a woman’s name and a phone number on a napkin. “When you go back to your room tonight, or tomorrow morning,” Thighs gives you a wink. “Make sure you give this to him. Tell him to..just go with it. I could make him some good money.”

“Are you going to tell me what the hell this is?” you ask.

“It’s just an old friend. She helped me out when I needed some fun, easy work.” Thighs grins.

When you’re back in the room packing the next morning, (hell yeah you spent the night with Thighs), you do a quick google search of the number and name. A website called “Dire Desires” is at the bottom of the screen, with a matching name and number under contact information. It’s listed as an online business, and when you click on the link a wave of tits and larger than life dicks take over your phone screen. “Solo, happy ending, maintenance man fantasy, Stockholm Syndrome Sluts…” all these and more titles fill the screen and your stomach drops.

This is an amateur porn company. And Thighs Out is a fucking genius.

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Toxic: 👏👏 Bravo, awesome conclusion. HELL YEAH we spent the night with Thighs!!!! At the end I almost thought Thighs was recruiting him to the brothel lmao. I think stepdad would be an excellent candidate for solo male porn. And I like their porn themes too. (shout-out to maintenance man by @gracieispunk and my Stockholm readers, raider and vampire). Love what you did with all the cum. Thighs is right, SDJ knows how to work the camera too.

Sorry for stepdad's latest fic making you feel bad for torturing him lol but he was desperate to get his audience favorability ratings up and he's happy someone feels bad for him 😅

Ty for asking about the kinks I kept thinking but was blanking 😫 this was great!

P.s. I just remembered about the Easter egg, is gilf-sub some type of maintenance man 🤯

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

the dreams ln were odd. i was at the mall when i heard gunshots and everyone started running so i hid in a bathroom with my mom and stepdad & a few other randoms. I could see through the wall like when you cheat in counterstrike , there was a group of teens aiming the gun at us laughing and pretending to shoot, but they left w/o causing any damage. I walked out of the bathroom and yung lean was standing there looking kind of lost. We were both wearing corsets and i was showing him how i tie mine. He said "Wait, i've met you before ?" and i was like "yeah a few months ago with bladee" referring to the dream i had in june where we were running from assassins. He was like oh thats right! He eventually walked off by himself into the parking lot which was my hometown.

In another dream i was walking home from that same mall in my hometown w this guy i had a huge crush on in highschool. I loved him because he was really nice and funny but also one night on fb messenger we had this unexpected deep conversation about our dads dying. it was the first time i ever rly opened up to anyone about it and i think same for him because we were like 15. But then after that he never talked to me again and started ignoring me at school it genuinely broke my heart for around a year i was so hung up over it and regretted that conversation.

Anyways in the dream we were walking home together as teens but also adults. And we were laughing about how weird our /thing/ was. Admitting to our mutual obsession w each other and how emotionally stunted it was, Kind of like aww that was so silly we could've had a really solid bond but oh well. it was sweet

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for killing a vampire who looked exactly like my stepson’s dead biological father?

hi, it’s me ron stampler from san dimas again. i’ve done some reflecting (and rule reading) so i’m going to try this again

so i (ron M) am the proud stepdad of a teen boy (13M). currently, our relationship is great, mostly because i’m emotionally available now. unfortunately, things didn’t start out that way!

for some background information, me and three other dads got transported into a fantasy world and had to find our sons. when we ended up tracking down my son, we found that he was with an evil vampire that looked exactly like his dead biological father

at this point in time, our relationship was very rocky. so he was not willing to listen to me and the other dads when we tried to convince him to get away from the vampire. he sided with the vampire, even going so far as inviting him in to attack us

luckily, we were able to decapitate the vampire with a fanny pack. that is when i made the poor decision to tell a dad joke to my stepson

in my defense it was a funny little action movie reference “who’s your daddy now”, but i should’ve recognized that this was not the place or time to make a dad joke, as my stepson was in extreme emotional distress

he fled with a magic book to prepare a spell to bring the vampire back to life, but luckily we were able to convince him not to after presenting evidence that the vampire was not actually his father. it had taken on the appearance of his father in order to manipulate him

the two of us then had a heart to heart, as i opened up emotionally for the first time to him. the two of us hugged and reconciled

a lot of other stuff happened after that, but my stepson and i have been very close ever since. he’s the best part of my life and i love him very much

however, i recognize that i’m never going to be able to take back that poorly timed dad joke

if you have any questions or answers please send them to coolguyron68@yahoo.com

love,

ron

[pillarsalt]

Anon worried about her trans-identified friend again, I wish I had the words to express how much I appreciate your kind words!!! (Maybe admitting it made me tear up would help? haha) Your response was just as thoughtful and considerate as I thought it would be, but I never expected you'd write so much for a stranger talking about another stranger, let alone throw compliments my way. You're a truly special person and everyone on here, including me, is so lucky we get to hear what you have to say and chat with you :) (And see your wonderful art to boot!! Finding another bug-lover is such a lovely surprise!)

I'll keep your kind thoughts in mind whenever the rare friction comes up again between my friend and me. It was such a quick process for me to desist and become gender critical that I think it's easy for me to forget how much harder it is for people to change their minds on the trans topic when they're so much more invested in it than I was. (Feel the same way about religion too, even as a little kid I was asking questions about why certain things bothered me in the Bible and getting frustrated when I got shame instead of answers. Maybe being annoying and asking too many questions is just in my DNA haha. But all the more reason why it's important to help those who aren't naturally critical: they're the ones falling for unreality the hardest because of that fact.)

Ultimately I will keep being me and see what happens, like I've done before. If nothing comes of it, then there was nothing else I could've done differently anyway. I've asked her if she'd like to do gift exchange for the holidays. We're planning on getting each other a few embarrassingly nerdy collectibles we've been eyeing for a while :)

Thank you again for your help, I'll cherish your words always!!! Hope you have a blast on your trip and get to see all the little guys you could dream of!!!

I'm very glad to hear from you, anon! :) and thank you so much for the kind words! it makes me very happy to be able to help in any way. ❤️

It's funny that you mention questioning the bible as a kid. I went to catholic school and I remember being taught in first grade that we were supposed to love god more than anything. More than we loved our parents or even our dogs, and I just couldn't get past the notion that I had to somehow love the kinda mean, angry, invisible flying grandpa*, who never says a damn thing when I pray, over the actual people who had raised me. I stayed in catholic school until graduation despite opposing catholicism, argued a LOT. I think my point is that I've also kind of been primed for voicing unpopular opinions, so I'm biased when it comes to people who are more hesitant to take any position on the matters at hand.

*sidenote, around this time I obsessively read My Book of Bible Stories (1978) which was given to me by JW doorknockers. This is a bit uncanny, I haven't seen this since I was about 8. It was a treasured book to me, it's full of old testament stories and pretty brutal:

To demonstrate how young I was while reading this: the book refers to god as Jehovah, but I was still learning to read and thought he was called Joseph. So all the adults I told all these Joseph stories to were confused as to why I thought Jesus's stepdad was so OP. Anyway yes, Joseph was a scary guy in my mind, I mean look what he made abraham do before he said sike:

which really didn't give me much faith in him. Kind of a questionable thing to do to a guy tbh. Finally here's the illustration that basically inspired my URL:

Sorry to hijack your ask anon, for some reason your message sent me down memory lane. Finding that pdf was crazy.

ANYWAY: you made my night with yoir nice message, so thanks for that, hope you stay well. I'm happy that it's chill for the time being, and the gift exchange sounds like fun. Come around to chat anytime.✌️

[crystallizedshowers]

Heteroclite

~Sally Face OC Story~

"Hey Kat?" Ash's voice rang from across the lunch table. Upon the bell ringing for lunch Sal pretty much dragged me to the lunch room to sit with him and his friends. I insisted I was fine sitting alone outside, but soon enough Larry joined in and told me they didn't want to leave me outside alone in case Travis decided to bother me again. Resulting in me sitting at a lunch table and introducing myself to two other friends of the group: Maple and Chug. "Hmm?" I responded not looking up from eating my pb&j sandwich that I had brought from home. "Do you not like us or something?" I choked on the bite in my mouth at the sudden and rather direct question.

Clearing my throat I looked up at Ashley and responded, "I don't hate anyone. I'm just not use to really conversating with a ton of folks I guess." "Did you not have a lot of friends back at your last school?" She pondered. I shook my head, "I was friends with a girl during middle school and I was friends with a guy named Fletcher when I started high school." I paused adverting my gaze to somewhere off in the distance of the lunchroom. "I'm not trying to come off as standoffish I'm just not really an interesting person to chat with I guess." I shrugged. "You're fine Kat. We're just trying to make sure we're not pushing you into something you don't want to be into." Sal piped in. "And you're not coming off as standoffish, you just seem shy." Larry joined in as well. "Well maybe a little bit standoffish." Todd spoke earning a look from the other people at the table. I didn't take offense to his direct answer, in fact I appreciated him being honest rather than beating around the bush.

"You guys aren't bothering me. I'm just not used to all the attention." I reassured. "Well feel free to tell us about yourself. We don't know much about you other than your mom working as nurse." Ash stated. "What you want me to tell about my zodiac sign and shit?" I snorted taking a sip from my water bottle. A few people at the table laughed and Todd offered me his apple that he wasn't going to eat. I shook my head, "Ah I can't eat that." "What you don't like apples?" Larry asked. I shook my head before smiling big and revealing the metal brackets that adorned my teeth. "Aww you have braces!" Ashley squealed out. "Is that why you don't eat the lunch here?" Sal asked. "No I don't eat the food here cause it looks like shit." I muttered turning and looking at the lunch lady, Kim. The table laughed and Todd spoke up, "Fair point. These lunches are becoming more questionable as the days go by."

"As far as about me there's not much to say, I live in a trailer with my mom and her husband." "Oh so you have a stepdad?" Ash asked. I shrugged my shoulders, "By law I guess. I don't ever refer to him as that though. I mainly just call him David or avoid him at all costs." "You don't like him?" Maple asked next. "Nope. Dude's a major ass, and every time we talk to one another it always ends in some form of argument." I responded finishing my sandwich and wiping my hands on my napkin. "Where's your biological dad?" Chug asked next, taking a bite out of his food. Should've figured that question would come up. Unfortunately it wasn't a pleasant story to tell, my father had died in a car wreck when I was six. My eyebrows furrowed and I muttered out, "He's dead."

Silence overcame the table and to lighten the mood I continued on with some more answers to the 'about me' spill we were doing. "Anywho David's a truck driver so I don't see him much. My birthdays August 20, which makes me a Leo." I said placing my chin on my propped up hand. "Hey that's a couple of days after  mine! Nice dude!" Larry grinned excitedly. I smiled back at him before continuing, "As far as my hobbies go I'm pretty boring. I mainly just sit around playing video games or drawing. I like to read books and I'll watch just about anything on the television, but I'm mainly interested in horror movies." "Oh great here we go." Ash mumbled rubbing her temple.

"You like ghost stories?" Larry, Sal, and Todd yelled in unison, startling me and causing Kim to shush our table. I nodded my head not understanding their sudden interests in my words, "Are you guy obsessed with ghosts or something?" The three boys nodded their heads while Ashley shook her head. I turned and looked at Maple and Chug and the latter began profusely shaking his head, "I do not like ghosts! They're too scary, so I try to avoid them at all cost!" "Wait have y'all been in contact with ghosts before?" Earning a quick amounts of affirmations across the table even from Chug. "I've never seen it before so I don't know what they're talking about." Ash stated waving her hand back and forth. A laugh escaped my mouth and I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth muffling the laughs. "Seriously? Is this some sort of prank on the new girl or something? Ghosts aren't real!" "No seriously dude! I didn't believe it until I saw it myself!" Larry spoke up.

A few more laughs escaped my throat at his words, but were cut short due to the feeling of a cold liquid being dumped on my head. Water flooding down my hair and onto my jacket, plummeting to the ground beneath me. A sequence of gasps escaped from the members of the table and I followed their gaze to the source behind me. Fucking Travis had just dumped his water on my head. "Oops sorry scaredy Kat! I guess my water dumped off my tray!" Travis sneered, grinning at me. I stared at the guy for a while before abruptly turning around and directing my attention back to the table. I grabbed a couple of nearby napkins on the table and began wiping my face dry. "So as I was saying." I spoke gathering everyone else's attention back to myself. "Um hello?" Travis spoke up behind me tapping my shoulder. I brushed off the feeling and simply went back to talking about various horror movies I had watched and which ones I really enjoyed. This seemed to piss Travis off even more cause I heard him mumble some incoherent words before walking out the door.

"Are you alright?" Ash asked rushing around the table. I swung my legs off the bench and stood up, and unzipped my jacket and proceeded with taking it off. "It's just water this time so I'll be alright." I used my jacket as a towel and dried my hair off the best I could. Thankfully my hair and jacket had absorbed most of the water and what amount that did land on my jeans couldn't be seen due to them being black. I flipped my hair back out of my face, "Look good?" I asked Ash. She eyed me up and down before nodding her head and I turned to grab the remaining napkins on the table to wipe the floor off. "Oh nice you listen to them too?" Larry asked looking at my shirt. I looked down at the band T-shirt I decided to wear this morning, forgetting exactly which on I had thrown on. "Oh yeah. Mom got me this for my birthday last year as well as their latest CD." My bangs fell into their usual space with a strand resting slightly over my left eye. "Oh I've got something to help with that!" Ash said fumbling around in her pockets before pulling out a bobby pin. "It's fine you don't have to-" I waved but she ignored my words and preceded with securing the pin in my bangs pushing them out of my eyes. "There now we can see your pretty face!" Ash turned me around to show the guys and Maple at the table, "How does she look boys?"

I felt my cheeks burn at idea of everyone staring at me and tried my best not to make eye contact. Todd gave me a thumbs up while Larry commented on nice it was actually seeing my full face for once. "You look great! I mean it looks great! I mean it's great! It uh.. it suits you!" Sal rambled out causing some chuckles from the rest of us. "Thanks Sal." I smiled back him causing him to shift his gaze elsewhere. Guess he was as awkward as I was. The bell rang indicating lunch was over and to make our way to our next class. I followed the group to our lockers to grab our designated books for the upcoming class.

I fumbled with picking my lock silently cursing under my breath at my inability to unlock my locker with such ease as the others did. "Here Kat, lemme show you how to do it again." Larry muttered bending down next to me and removing the paper clip from my hand and demonstrating yet again how to use it. "No matter many times you show me I'm not going to get it." I shook my head giving Larry a face.  Ash let out a chuckle from behind Larry and I realized she was laughing at the face I was making. "Fix your face Kitty" my mother's voice rang in my head, and I quickly changed my facial expression to a more relaxed one. The locker door popped open and Larry handed me my paper clip back and I slipped in into my jeans pocket before reaching for my designated book.

"You still haven't decorated your locker yet?" Ash asked tilting her head in confusion. "Yeah dude, you need to spice up your locker so it matches your personality at least." Larry mentioned before standing back up. "Well my locker is as boring as my personality is, so I think it's fine the way it is." I responded standing up and kicking the door close before headed in the direction of class, Todd following. "Bye guys!" I waved over my shoulder. "Hey wait for me!" Larry yelled to me, waving to his friends, and running down the hallway to catch up with me and Todd. "You seriously not gonna decorate your locker?" Larry asked finally catching up to us. I shrugged my shoulders, "I dunno. I'll have to look to see what I have at home." Personally I didn't understand the importance of decorating my locker, but if it made the group happy I'd decorate it for them. We parted ways with Todd and headed into our class, english literature.

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Thankfully school was over but now a new problem arose, I was taking the bus home. I waited with the other fellow bus riders outside on the sidewalk wishing the buses would hurry up and arrive. I felt a heavy weight press down on the top of my head and glanced back to see Larry resting his forearm on top of my head, "What are you doing waiting on the bus? I thought your mom picked you up." I glanced past him to see Todd and Sal standing behind him, both giving me puzzling looks as well. "Due to some unforeseen circumstances I have to take the bus to and from school. And you, I'm not an armrest so get your arm off of me." I stated while pushing Larry's arm off from the top of my head. He snickered, "Sorry you're just so short I can't help it." I gritted my teeth and cocked my eye up at him, which earned a slight chuckle from Sal. "You make some pretty funny faces you know that right?" My cheeks lit up in embarrassment and I tore my gaze from the boys, "Oh trust me I know. My mom makes sure to correct me anytime she sees it."

"So what are these 'unforeseen circumstances'?" Todd asked. I sighed stretching my arms above my head and letting a yawn escape my mouth, "Mom got a new shift at the hospital so she can't take me." "Which bus are you?" I pulled out the piece of paper I received from my mom this morning which had the bus number written on it and handed it to Todd. Larry and Sal peered over Todd's shoulder to get a look at the paper before Larry spoke up, "Well would you look at that? You take the same bus as us!" I felt a sense of relief at knowing I'd at least know a few people on the bus. It was a feeling I'd yet to experience since moving in this godforsaken town, and it worried me that I was actually becoming comfortable around people.

Soon enough the buses pulled around and everyone loaded onto their designated bus. Upon entering the bus I handed the driver my note with my address and explained this was my first time riding the bus. He looked over the piece of paper before handing in back muttering, "You'll get off at the Addison apartments kid." "Wait but that's like a 10 minute walk from my house." I stared at him dumbfounded. "Look kid nobody else lives down that road and I'm not making a special stop just for you. Now get moving you're holding up the line!" The insensitivity of the driver pissed me off and I proceeded walking down the aisle of the bus, mentally giving him the finger. Fucking prick. A couple of steps down the aisle I tripped over something and I fell forward. Thankfully Larry had turned around at my small altercation with driver and saw me stumbling and caught me, me smashing rather ungracefully into his chest. "Travis can you give the poor girl a break already?" Sal's voice echoed from the back of the bus. What a surprise I would end up on the same bus as that guy? I swear I was the embodiment of bad luck.

Larry waited for me to regain my balance before scooting by me, and grabbing Travis up by his fuchsia colored collar. "Listen here prick, there's going to be a lot of problems if you don't leave her the fuck alone." He spoke through gritted teeth. "Hey what's the hold up back there? Get your butts in a seat!" The driver called back to us. I grabbed Larry's hand and practically had to rip Travis's shirt from his grasp and ushered him to the back of the bus so we could get to our seats muttering, "Just leave it. He's not worth it." It was a sweet gesture, but he didn't need to get wrapped up in anything that involved the guy. I figured if I ignored the guy long enough, he'd lose interest and move on to his next victim. Upon reaching the back of the bus, Todd scooted over and patted the seat indicating for me to sit with him while Larry slid in beside Sal, a seat behind us. I plopped down on the very uncomfortable seat and propped my knees up on the back of the seat in front of us, mentally thanking the fact there wasn't someone directly in front of us.

"Listen if you ever want me to do something about that guy just lemme know." Larry stated behind me still glaring at the blonde that was sitting towards the front of the bus. I laughed at the threat, pulling out my gear boy from satchel bag. It had become my newest distraction to bring to school since my previous ones were destroyed at the hands of Travis. "He'll get bored of me eventually. Trust me I've had bullies like him before and they always get bored in the long run." "But still Kat you can't just ignore things like that. Especially if it's causing harm to you." Larry spoke again leaning over the seat to watch me play. I leaned my head back glancing up at the guy, "I'm fine Larry." He blinked his eyes a bit before smiling at me. "What?"  I didn't understand why he was suddenly grinning at me with that stupid expression on his face. "I'm a little bit surprised you actually know my name. I don't think I've ever heard you say any of our names before." He replied.

"Why would I not remember the names of the people who have been consistently bugging me for the last week?" I muttered before turning my attention back to my device. I glanced to my left to see Todd with his nose in a book. By the look on his face he seemed to be enthralled in the words written inside. "Whatcha reading?" I asked returning my eyes to my lap. "It's about physics. The world is truly an interesting place." Todd responded not looking up from the pages. Oh he's a mega nerd. "I take that as a compliment." He muttered. A horrified expression crossed my face as I realized I had just said that out loud. "Shit Todd I promise I didn't mean it in a bad way! I wished my brain worked well enough to comprehend that stuff." I apologized profusely hearing laughing above me. I glared up at Larry's lopsided grin before turning back to Todd and apologizing again. "Don't worry about Kat. Trust me I don't take offense to that in the slightest."

The bus creaked to a stop at Phelps Ministry and Travis got out of his seat and exited the bus, making the long walk up the hill to the church. "Oh so he's a church boy?" I muttered under my breath. "Ironic isn't it?" Larry chuckled behind me. "His father is the minister of that church. He always gets dropped off there." Sal piped in. Thankfully we were the next stop. We all made our ways down the narrow aisle and  exited off the bus, backpacks and bags in tow. The apartments gave me the creeps if I was being 100% honest and I got a bad feeling about the place just looking at it and we were still on the sidewalk. I didn't even want to imagine how I'd feel by walking into the building.  I muttered a quick goodbye before turning to walk down the side walk to my house only to be grabbed by the strap on my satchel bag. Quickly regaining my balance I turned around giving a very confused look to Larry. "What? Am I not allowed to go home or something." "No that's not it. It's just you really shouldn't be walking home by yourself." Larry responded. I snorted, "What are you guys gonna walk me home or something?" Larry simply nodded before walking down in the direction of my house with Todd and Sal trotting behind. I shouldn't have asked.

I jogged up to catch up with them stopping in front of Larry. "Look this is a nice gesture and all, but I assure you I'm fine walking by myself. Seriously it's only a 10 minute walk." "There's been a lot of kids going missing lately, so it's better to be safe than sorry." Todd spoke continuing past me. "Look we'll even walk down to your house to pick you up in the morning." Sal smiled at me. That was the exact opposite of what I wanted, but I knew there was no point in arguing with them any further. I sighed loudly before putting some pep in my step to lead the group to my house.

10 minutes later we finally turned down my street and I could see the blue trailer sitting in all its glory with a chain length fence wrapped around it. "Okay my house is literally right there so y'all can head back down." I waved behind me to shoo the three boys away. Larry wrapped his arm around my shoulder and grinned, "Ahh come on Kat! We walked you all the way home so the least you could do is show us around your place!" "You're really pushy you know that right?" I pouted sticking my lips out. Larry chuckled and soon you could see the mailbox with 'GORDON & WILLIAMSON ' in big black letter written on the box indicating exactly which house was mine. Although mom was Williamson instead of Gordon, she wanted me to fill included when decorating the mailbox. Larry practically began dragging me in excitement to explore what lied await in my house. "Alright! You guys can come in but you're only staying for like 15 minutes top and then you gotta go." I pointed at them unlatching the fence behind me before walking through.

Our front yard was lightly decorated with various lawn decorations and the garden bed that lied around the house was filled with hydrangeas and other various flower beds. A gravel driveway sat to the left of the house with a car port resting on top of it. I stepped up the stairs and pulled the screen door open, fumbling with my bag to find my keys in the process. "Is there anyone else here?" Sal asked staring at the empty driveway. I shook my head no before finding the key and unlocking the door, walking in. I threw my bag on the couch and set my keys on the counter heading to the fridge to grab a water.

Our house wasn't very special, a simple floor plan of three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Walking into the house there was a living-room to the right and kitchen on the left with a countertop bar that separated the two. A hall past the living-room led you down to the rooms. My room being at the end of the hall on the right with a bathroom adjacent and my mom's room being at the other end with a master bath attached to the room. The third bedroom laid directly in the middle of the hall, but mom used it as her office. The living-room consisted of two couches one on each wall, and a big screen TV sat against the wall in between them. A stereo system sat to the right of the tv with a variety of cds, vinyls, and cassette sitting in the cabinet below. Various pictures adorned the wall and side tables: mainly of me and my mom but a couple of David and her at their wedding.

The boys quietly roamed the living-room taking in their surroundings as I drank from my bottle. "If you guys are hungry there's snacks and stuff in the pantry." I pointed at door just past the fridge before sitting down at the dining room table, which lied against the same wall that separated the rooms from the hallway. Larry was the first to make his way to the pantry, eyeing which snack to pick while Sal joined me at the table. Todd muttered a quick refusal before turning his attention the various game systems that rested in front of the tv. "There's some pudding and apple sauce cups in the pantry as well." I said to Sal. He titled his head at me confused by the very specific food choices. I tapped my face, "Something easy to eat with your prosthetic on." "Oh. I'm good Kat! Thanks for being considerate!" He said shaking his head. Larry came and joined us at the table after securing whatever snack he decided on. The house was quiet other than the crunching that came when Larry took a bite out of his chips.

"Kat are you typically home by yourself like this?" Todd asked from the living-room. "Yeah. Mom typically was home for about a hour or two before leaving for work after I got home from school, but with her new schedule she's gone before I even get here." "Dude. That's not good to be here all alone for hours like that." Larry spoke eating another chip. "What do you want me to do about it? Cry and beg my mom to change her shift?" I muttered pulling my knees to my chest. "You could always come and hang out with us at the apartments for a while after school." Sal mentioned earning a nod of approval from Larry who finished his last chip and was dusting his hands off on his pants.

"Yo, where's your bathroom at?" Larry asked, getting up from his seat and throwing his trash away. "Down the hall on the left." I replied, pointing down the hallway. He peered his head down the hallway, "What's the room on the far end?" "My bedroom." I answered. He grinned at me before strolling down the hallway with his hands in his pockets giving away his intention. I jumped out of my chair, tripping over my legs before landing haphazardly on the floor. I cussed scrambling to my feet and running to my bedroom yelling Larry's name. Much to my dismay, Larry was already in my room looking at the various posters that hung on my wall. I grabbed Larry's shirt and began trying to pull him out of my room, but the guy was planted firm on the ground and wasn't budging. "Larry!" Sal spoke up from the doorway. "What? It's just a bedroom! I just was curious if your bedroom was as boring as your locker." Larry chuckled glancing at me. My cheeks burned in embarrassment and uneasiness at people looking in my room.

My room consisted of a twin size bed lying adjacent to the door. Across from the door was my desk which was littered with various sketchbooks, books, and art supplies. To the left of the desk was my 6 drawer dresser that had nail polish, hair ties, hair brush, deodorant and body spray resting on top. Two sets of windows laid on the wall with the dresser completely covering one. A box tv sat in the corner of my room, diagonal of my bed with a stereo system sitting to the left and various cds laying in front of it. A blue beanbag sat in front of the tv with a game system in between. Multiple posters were plastered on each wall, some being from movies, bands, and others being cool photos I pulled from magazines. I also had a bulletin board left of my desk which was littered with doodles from class and various pictures with family.

"You've got a pretty kick ass room Kat." Larry flashed me a lopsided grin before turning his attention to the various sketches on my desk. "Damn and you're good at drawing." Todd joined Larry at my desk eyeing my various collections of books critiquing on the ones he's already read. The house phone began to ring from the living room and I begrudgingly left the 3 boys to explore my room while I answered it. "Johnson and Gordon residence, this is Kat speaking." I said into the phone. My mother's warm voice rang out from the other end, "Hi Kitty! I was just calling to check on you! Make sure you got home alright!" "Yeah I got home about 10 minutes ago." I answered. I heard chattering still coming from bedroom and figured the boys had found something that caught their interest for the time being. "You just gonna work on homework and stuff?" Mom asked. "Oh yeah I'll work on that, and then probably go hang out at the park or something for a little bit." The park was two blocks away from my house, and I found refuge there a lot of the times since moving here. It wasn't terrible busy after school and I enjoyed sitting on the swings or the roundabout while enjoying the weather. "Okay Kitty, but please be careful and don't talk to anyone you don't know!" I nodded my head, "Yes mom I know!" The chattering from the bedroom got louder before a quick shush silenced them again. Guess they realized they were being loud. "Call me when you get home! You'll probably get sent to the front desk, but just ask for me and I'll come right away!" "Okay okay mom! I'll see you later." That was a lie since she'd be asleep by time I got up in the morning, but she knew what I meant. "I love you." She spoke and I felt my heart clench. I really hated not seeing her after I got home from school. "I love you too." I muttered before setting the phone back on the hook.

I walked back to my room and found the three boys huddled around my desk entranced by something they found. None of them noticed my presence and I crept up behind them peering over Sal's shoulder to find out what they were staring out. Lying flat across the desk was my sketchbook that consisted of the various people from my dreams and it was turned to the page of the little girl with purple hair. By this point Sal had felt me leaning over his shoulder and jumped slightly at our close proximity. He snatched the book from my desk and faced the drawing to me, "Do you know who this is?" I stared at him confused and the other two boys beside him stared at me with their mouths agape. I pondered my mind for a long time trying to remember her name before I heard the mother's voice ring out in my head. "Megan" Sal and I said in unison. My blood ran cold at hearing the girls name escape from between his lips. There was no name on the sketchbook. How could he know of the girl? She's been dead for a long time at this point.

"How do you know Megan?" Todd asked eyes piercing into mine. How could I even answer that? Oh yeah I have these dreams where I'm inhabiting the body of a dead person and I occasionally draw their loved ones. They were going to think I'm crazy. I cleared my throat adverting my gaze and scratched the back of my head. "I'd love to answer that but you guys will think I'm crazy." I muttered. "I assure you we won't Kat." Sal answered back. I sighed and took a seat on my bed, springs squeaking under my weight. I began to explain the dreams I experienced almost every night and how every person I inhabit dies. By the end of my explanation the three boys stared at me, mouths agape taking in my words. "See I told you." I stated motioning at their shocked faces. "No Kat it's not that we think you're crazy. We believe you, but it's shocking that you're experiencing that." Larry stated running his hand through his hair. "Do you know how she dies?" Sal asked pointing at my drawing. I shrugged, "I dunno. Haven't had the pleasure of experiencing it yet." Sal walked to me and grabbed my hand, pulling slightly. "Come on we need to get you to the apartments." I choked on my spit before yanking my arm away, "You want me to what now?" "You need to come see for yourself." Larry spoke up before grabbing me by my wrist again. "Those ghosts reside at Addison apartments." Todd's voice rang up over mine and Larry's arguing.

"What?" I squeaked. There was no way in hell that this was true. Larry wrapped his arm around my waist and hoisted me off the ground carrying me into the living-room. "Hey wait a second!" I yelled thrashing out. "Sorry Kat but we really need you to see this." Sal stated sympathetically. "Okay I'll go! Put me down Larry!" I yelled out causing the room to go silent. Larry let go of his grip around my waist and I step out of his reach. "I swear if I go to those apartments and don't see anything I'm not talking to you guys again!" I pointed at them. They all nodded their heads in agreement.

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We had arrived at the apartments and walked along the cement sidewalk leading us to the building. My stomach was doing back flips at the idea of going into the apartments, but I did my best to push the feeling down and steady my breathing. There was something off about this place and I couldn't figure out what it was. Maybe it was the fact the building had been around for years and its exterior was in rough shape? Maybe it was the fact I saw the figure of Rose sitting in the window a few days prior? I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew a bad place when I saw one. We entered through the front door and the boys went their separate ways to put away their backpacks and grab their 'equipment'. I had followed Larry down to the basement and mentally cursed myself for allowing these boys to drag me here like this. Larry went into his apartment to throw his bag down while I waited in the hall by the vending machine.

Larry exited his apartment a few minutes later and we made our way back to the dreaded elevator. I gripped the handle bar tightly, knuckles turning white as a result. Larry chuckled at me, "Not a fan of elevators." I shook my head profusely, "absolutely not" We reached floor 5 and the elevator doors slid open. The hallway was littered with broken boards and signs plastered on the sides of the elevator doors that read 'NOTICE: This floor is currently being renovated. For your safety please make your way to the nearest exit'. The wallpaper in the hallway was torn in multiple spots as well as decaying drywall which also littered the walls. "This entire floor is giving me the creeps." I whispered following Larry down the hall. "Trust me you haven't seen anything yet." He muttered and turned the handle to Room 504 and pushed the door open. A rancid smell hit my nose, and I inwardly gagged trying my best to not vomit.

Todd and Sal sat inside the room, Sal holding a decked out gear boy in his hand. "What is that?" I pointed at the device in his hands. "The super gear boy. Originally was a gear boy that I made slight alterations to make it easier to detect supernatural hotspots." Todd spoke up. I simply nodded my head in response. Todd was a pretty cool guy and very smart. He'd sometimes bring various gadgets and tinker with them during lunch and tell us all about it. "So where's this ghost at anyhow?" I asked crossing my arms. Sal simply walked to the bathroom door and motioned for me to follow him. "Ew the bathroom? You want all four of us to cram into that tiny room?" I muttered staring back at him. Larry pushed me forward to the bathroom, heels dragging across the worn down carpet. "Will you stop pushing me?" I yelled turning around and slapping his arms lightly. "Stop being a chicken and go." Larry chuckled.

I huffed loudly before stepping into the dingy bathroom muttering under my breath. No surprise the bathroom was filthy considering the floor had been abandoned for a couple of years at this point. Larry had mentioned the owner of the building couldn't afford the renovations the floor needed, so the rooms sat untouched. The other two boys shuffled in behind me and soon enough Sal pressed some buttons on the super gear boy speaking out into the room, "Megan are you there? I want to introduce you to someone." Silence fell across the room in anticipation for the ghost to show. We waited for several minutes before I spoke up shaking my head "See I knew it. Bunch of liars." I turned to open the door and Larry slammed his hand on the door shutting it back. I opened my mouth to object to his actions, but was interrupted by a screech. I turned back to the tub to see the figure of a little girl form: starting with bones, then muscle and finally skin. It was Megan.

My breath was caught in my throat and I muttered, "What the f-" before clamping my hand over my mouth. My shaking hand found its way grasping on to the nearest thing which happened to be Larry's shirt. "Hi Sally face! How are you today?" Megan spoke, her voice high pitched and eerie. Sal chuckled before answering her, "I'm good Megan! I called you because I wanted to introduce you to someone." He motioned his hand, indicating for me to come forward. Larry gave me a gentle nudge pushing me forward to the spirit in front of us. The girl turned her attention to me, head slightly tilted and transparent eyes piercing through my soul sending shivers down my spin. "Um hi, I'm Katherine, but most people call me Kat. Nice to meet you Megan." I practically whispered. "Hi Kitty." She said, her lips curling into a loose grin. "Is this your first time meeting a ghost?" She spoke tilting her head. I nodded and chuckled, "Yes I haven't had the pleasure of meeting a ghost yet. This is a little surprising to me." "Are you scared of me?" She asked next. I hesitated with my answer trying my best to not hurt her feelings with my next choice of words. I awkwardly laughed before shaking my head, "I was a little taken aback at first, but after hearing you talk to Sal I relaxed a bit! I hope I didn't upset you." She shook her head and began talking with Sal again.

There was a gold necklace hanging from the towel rack, the cross dangling ever so slightly in the air. Realization hit me that this was in fact the girl from my dreams and the events that took place were actually true. My breath was caught in my throat and I was desperately trying to stay calm and not freak out. Any normal person would be losing it at this point so I figured I was doing a good job at remaining calm. "My mother gave me that necklace before I died." Megan's soft voice rang out. "A good luck charm." I whispered not taking my eyes of cross. The necklace was practically begging for me to touch it and I suppressed my urges to do so for as long as I could. My hand reached forward and I grasped the charm in between my fingers, enjoying the cold sensation from the metal. A piercing feeling shot through my head and spread throughout my entire body and I winced withdrawing my hand from the charm. I gripped my head in between my heads hearing the piercing scream of Megan to my left as she disappeared in the abyss. My vision became blurry and had the sensation of falling backwards before I blacked out entirely.

[lividria]

Funny Story: Bad Video Game Endings (+ a game nobody's heard of before)

Not as in bad endings as in negative outcomes in the story, I mean video game endings that are of poor quality. I have some funny experiences with them. One of them is in a game I could probably convince you was a hoax if I tried hard enough. The other is from a recent Nintendo release. Strap yourself in, this'll be fun.

I'm back from writing this out, and HOLY SHIT, THIS MIGHT BE AS LONG AS THOSE TWO REALLY LONG METROID PRIME 4 POSTS I WROTE OUT. Abandon all hope, ye who enter in.

I Might Be One Of The First Actual People To Document Sparklite On Tumblr

Okay, Sparklite is a pixel-art 2D top-down roguelite that's on a couple consoles and I think Steam, but I played it on my stepdad's Switch (He found it in the eShop, I watched him play and wanted to try it myself). The game is seemingly often compared to 2D Legend of Zelda, but I personally don't really see the comparisons beyond comparisons you can make to dozens of other games and not just LoZ. It took me 2 or 3 days to beat, but if you have enough time and know what you're doing you might be able to beat it in 3 hours. This game has enthralled me ever since I played it like... It might've been months ago now, actually, because it is possibly one of the most obscure games I've ever played, and the way it handled it's plot fascinates me.

I looked on YouTube and only found a couple playthrough videos & specific segment guides and not much else besides the official soundtrack upload (By the way, huge shout out to the game's composer, Dale North, this game's ost is amazing go listen to it right fucking now it has under 2K views but is spectacular and deserves better), I found a Fandom wiki for the game that only has 16 barren pages and the main page was vandalized for some time because it wasn't fucking edit locked, and besides for like 1 or 2 people playing through the game on their own, all of the posts about it on here seem to be either automated reposts from other sites and/or like... Reviews and articles written by game journalists? Which puts me in an interesting spot here.

I just find that entire side tangent really interesting, but I'm now going to spoil the entire plot because it leads up to why this game's ending sucks. If you're playing through this game right now, don't read further but let me know and provide proof because I will not believe you but also really want to know if I am literally the only person who knows about this game.

Sparklite's Story, From Memory at 12:30 AM

You're a mechanic girl named Ada flying an airship with your robot pal Wingnut. You crash atop the continent of Geodia, and have to figure out where to go now. Woohoo.

You go through a weird building called a Founders' Vault that gives you a crossbow then replaces it with a blueprint in your inventory when you leave, and get your ass kicked by a robot that eats Wingnut and has a human piloting it that is uncommunicative and never elaborated on and entirely possible to miss.

You wake up in the Refuge, a fucking sky island base built by the people of Geodia because it is currently experiencing multiple seismic events constantly reshaping the land. Because it's a roguelite. There's this one character I forgot the name of, he's really cool looking and is said to be the one who built the Refuge but hasn't talked since he finished it, he'll come up again a bit, I'll refer to him as Hero because his design at first glance reminded me of a character named Hero from one of my friend's projects, ROYN, which I shall now shamelessly plug, go watch it. I dare you. I don't think the designs are actually comparable in hindsight.

You go down from the Refuge into Geodia, starting in the Vinelands which has a lot less vines than the name implies, and explore a bit, meeting a strange pirate gambler who makes you gamble at his game and resets all of the objects once you leave the room allowing for you to grind breaking plants eternally for infinite money, and eventually find that boss from before and kill him. Wingnut is saved, hooray!

Behind the boss (Because I guess it couldn't get in there but wanted to guard it) is a room leading to a giant chasm underneath Geodia revealing a big crystal. I don't remember if it was named. I'm going to call it the Philosophers' Stone because it's funny and technically a pun. You step on a symbol and a voice from who the fuck knows where speaks to you, telling you things. You're warped back to the Refuge, Hero speaks to you, and the next area is unlocked. This loop repeats for each major world, because that sequence unlocked the next one.

Between the mystery voice and Hero's monologues, you learn the following:

The main fuel source of this world is Sparklite, a usually green crystal that comes in other flavors and contains essentially infinite power. Basically anything drops it, and it's the currency of the game. Despite being set up as a power source, you're arbitrarily given a separate energy meter for the weapons that cost energy.

You can burn Sparklite to get a higher energy output but destroying the Sparklite, which fucks up the environment and turns things into monsters and is what's causing Geodia to fracture, and that's what the main antagonist, the Baron, and his soldiers, the bosses, are doing. Why? I dunno. Hero specifically mentions he was the one who invented burning Sparklite, but this never goes anywhere.

There was this ancient people that either came to this continent or planet and made it alive because they needed a place to stay. I forgot all of their names, but there were 5 important ones, but only 3 were actually important to the plot, and in fact I might be misremembering and only 2 are. one of them made the Philosophers' Stone as essentially the world's heart (It's one giant Sparklite crystal), one of them is Ada's ancestor and passed down the necklace thing you use as a key to get into more Founders' Vaults, and another tried to break the Philosophers' Stone and figured out how burning Sparklite works. No, I don't think this means Hero is thousands of years old, though I wish that was the twist.

I think Ada was prophesized to show up here, but I don't know how or why.

The Baron wants the Philosophers' Stone. You have to activate the seal things at the end of each world to protect the stone and stop him from getting it.

There are these musical creatures called Beats that keep getting lost. This one girl, Harmony, wants you to rescue them all. Saving all of them across the entire map gives you essentially the instant win button, as it's the max upgrade of each major equipable accessory thing I forgot the name of. If you've played Iconoclasts, they're essentially this game's more elaborate version of Tweaks... Iconoclasts is also another obscure indie game I've obsessed over a lot, and I only know one person outside of the game's Discord that knows about it.

Sparklite's Ending Has To Have Been Developed In Under An Hour

Okay, that's a bit of hyperbole, but still.

You're in the final world, Titan's Ridge, listening to one of the coolest tracks in the game, and you enter the final dungeon, seeing that the standard boss room is empty and the door to the Philosophers' Stone chamber is broken open. You walk in, the stone is gone, and the voice tells you you were too late and to go stop the Baron.

You're warped to the top of Titan's Ridge (it's a mountain), where the Baron is staring over the clouds at the Refuge. He has a generic villain monologue about how Ada is annoying and Sparklite is always more powerful when burned, snaps his fingers and the ENTIRE REFUGE CATCHES FIRE AND FALLS OUT OF THE SKY, and the final showdown commences.

You beat him up, and then he just absorbs the entire Philosophers' Stone out of nowhere, transforming into this horrid abomination that takes up almost the entire background as you fall into the stone chamber, and have to fight a swarm of buffed enemies to reactivate all of the seals. Alright, now I can fight him for rea- Wait, what the fuck, the game's over.

I'm not kidding. You have the first phase where you fight him in his normal form, then he turns into a kaiju, and you don't even fucking fight him, just his enemies. He doesn't even have a unique animation for when the seal lazers shoot at him and just... Disintegrate him offscreen, I guess, because the Philosophers' Stone is put back in place and the day is saved.

Hero's entire arc is never resolved, none of the other characters you meet have literally any relevance to the story, there's no further explanation given from the voices, the Refuge is somehow back to normal again, and the monsters all turn back to normal animals. The credits put you in a white void with nothing to do but pet a dog as the credits roll, and then you're booted to the title screen once the credits and their corresponding song (best track in the game and one of the best credits themes I've ever heard btw) finish.

You can imagine why my immediate reaction was frustrated, confused vocalizations of distress and despair, after having spent approximately 4 or 5 hours trying to beat the final boss (You had to restart at phase 1, and I had to leave to get better equipment twice which meant finding the dungeon in the newly randomized map all over again).

Hero's story never went anywhere and had no relevance to the plot, Baron's character was never explored, you don't even see what happened to him, his minions literally never got dialogue but were clearly people as Hero would talk about them individually each time you cleared a world, a lot of questions about the ancient people are left unanswered, Ada's relation to the ancients and Geodia is never explored, Wingnut is barely even a character if you remember them by the way they don't talk ever again after rescue besides when you get upgrades for them because they're a gameplay gimmick, and I don't know if Ada ever gets her ship back.

I don't know if this was a deadline issue, since the game was already pretty light on content and made by seemingly an indie studio idk I haven't looked into them, or if the devs just... Ran out of ideas on how to wrap the story up and just threw together something just to get it over with. Ultimately, it doesn't matter, you won't be playing the game for the plot, and it was my fault for expecting the game to have one when it was absolutely a gameplay-centered game. But still, as the ending to a narrative, that was dogshit. I still recommend the game, though. I don't even play roguelikes/lites and I still had a great time. I don't remember the price tag, and as you can tell I'm too lazy and tired to be googling things right now, but I'm pretty confident it was less than 30 dollars.

Princess Peach: Showtime, A Paradox Of Game Design

One of my friends didn't even know this game released when I started playing through it. I got it for my birthday, because I thought a modern Princess Peach platformer would be a decent time and I was running out of modern first-party Switch releases I was actually interested in. Like Sparklite, I see nobody talk about it, but obviously due to being a Nintendo game (Though made by some other company, I don't know what Goodfeel is in relation to Nintendo but they're to blame for this) there's much better documentation meanwhile Sparklite doesn't even have a Wikipedia page. I don't know what the standards are for that kind of thing, but you get the idea.

In case anyone missed that this game existed and don't know anything about it, Princess Peach is invited to the Sparkle Theatre, only for Madame Grape and the Sour Bunch to infiltrate and fuck up the plays happening in the Theatre, while locking everyone inside. The theatre's guardian, Stella, this game's stereotypical tiny floating exposition dump partner, asks Peach for help going through all of the plays and saving the day. You go through the plays, resolve the story conflicts the Sour Bunch are causing (Fun fact, they literally commit an act of terrorism in one of the levels), rescue the main actors called Sparklas, yadda yadda.

The game's story is as bland and generic as you can get, so you won't be playing the game for that. You could've swapped Peach out for a unique non-Mario character and nothing would've changed, literally nothing. Especially since most of the character designs don't feel like Mario characters to me. The game's soundtrack, to me, was nothing to write home about. The graphics are alright, but still pretty standard. The gameplay loop, in a vacuum, should be really annoying: You go through a linear level with a couple easy-to-miss side paths or side quests to get collectibles, do a couple minigames, maybe fight a boss every now and then, and if you want to retry literally any part of the level you have to restart the entire thing. At some point, you get a transformation into a costume matching the play, and a new gimmick is introduced, that usually sucks.

The game is easy as shit, unless you're trying to 100% it, then if so the developers hated you. I genuinely don't know why I even finished the game, I should by all accounts not have enjoyed it, but I somehow had fun with it and I still can't really figure out why. It was barely even a platformer. I gave up 100%ing it halfway through when I had to ask myself if constantly retrying a level if I actually cared enough that I wanted to be doing this, because I realized I was just acting on completionist instinct. Once I re-evaluated, I immediately dropped it and just went to finish the game, because I was just not into this game enough.

Princess Peach: Showtime's Ending Is Sonic Adventure 1's Final Boss But Done So Terribly Worse It's Actually Really, Really Funny

I have not, in fact, played Sonic Adventure 1.

I will preface this by saying that even with how lame the game was over all, it was ultimately inoffensive. Sure, it existed only to exist and make Nintendo some more money and nothing more, but you could at least have a good time with it. Up until this ending.

You've beaten every level, and rescued all of the Sparklas. The final boss door is waiting for you, where Madame Grape is waiting behind it. But... Stella can't get it open, even with her magic (By the way, Stella and the Sparklas are powered by Sparkle, Grape uses DARKLE). The cutscene makes it feel like all is lost, because now we can't stop Grape if we can't get to her, and she's just gonna rule the theatre forever.

The Sparklas, previously not in literally any part of the hub world even after being rescued unless I missed them, all surround Peach and offer up their Sparkle, and Peach absorbs it AND GETS A SUPER FORM. Like, literally, through the power of friendship she gets a Super Sonic form.

She floats now, too, and can shoot magic projectiles. So Peach goes through the door, Grape is waiting, somehow three times the size she was in previous cutscenes, and challenges you to a fight, saying she'll create the perfect tragedy by defeating you, her foil. The fight is flying around a ring-shaped arena and shooting projectiles at her around obstacles blocking you from shooting her as you occasionally have to dodge rocks and lazers. That is the ENTIRE FIRST PHASE OF THE FIGHT.

Some of the major bosses of the game actually had interesting gimmicks, like Light Fang was a snake in a clocktower-like environment who you had to avoid being spotted by or else they'd REWIND TIME until you got high enough to hit their fuse and stun them, and Spotlion who would turn the arena to glass and shoot projectiles that now bounce around and you'd have to reflect them back at the boss to stun them. But not the FINAL BOSS.

Peach powers down, and she and Stella go to leave, satisfied Grape is dead as only her mask is left on the floor, only for her to reform and the entire room explodes.

Peach and Stella wake up in the rubble of the Sparkle Theatre, which is now completely destroyed. Grape, now instead of basically being invisible under her clothes besides for a purple smog orb is now whatever this is, and the size of a fucking kaiju.

All seems lost AGAIN, until the residents of the island offer up their Sparkle to Peach, who powers up AGAIN with technically a different form but functionally the same except shooting a beam instead of an orb, and flies off to fight Grape... IT'S THE SAME FIGHT AGAIN, BUT WITH A SMALLER, RECTANGLE ARENA, SHOOTING A BEAM, AND EVEN EASIER TO DODGE ATTACKS.

AND THEN GRAPE IS BLOWN UP AND THROUGH THE POWER OF BULLSHIT THE THEATRE IS RECONSTRUCTED AND PEACH GOES HOME. THAT'S THE ENDING. THAT'S THE FUCKING ENDING. But then, on one of the random credits slides you can see Grape's mask floating in the ocean, implying she might come back in the future. That wasn't a post-credits scene, not one of the last 5 slides of the credits, they put the sequel bait only like 3/4ths into the credits.

I can't be the only one who feels like this is basically just thrift store Perfect Chaos, right? Just when it seems the villain is going to succeed, the main character assumes a floating super form with the help of their friends and goes in for the final showdown. The final boss is the main antagonist which is some esoteric being with shapeshifting capabilities thousands of times bigger, more monstrous, and made of some kind of viscous fluid, and is fought in the remains of the hub world. It even looked like the island was being flooded in that final sequence right before the second phase of the Grape fight.

Obviously, Perfect Chaos is much better than Grape in basically every aspect, especially because that form is actually earned by Chaos meanwhile Grape just... Turns into it.

Oh, also, get this, I didn't look much into the post-game content just because I was so fucking done with the game by this point, but those collectibles you can find in the levels if you hate yourself can actually be spent on something besides unlocking boss doors now. You can decorate the hub world. There's only like 15 decorations, and you can't choose where they go. They're in specific spots. And you can only get one of each. And there's only like 3 per floor.

Don't play this game. You can take the triple A price tag and split the money up to buy like 5 indie games so much more worth your time than this fucking garbage. I beat it a few hours ago and I'm still fuming about how dumb the ending was.

Conclusion

I hope at least one more person buys Sparklite or at least looks into it/listens to it's soundtrack because of this post, and one less person buys Princess Peach: Showtime because of this post.

Also, Bonus Funny Story: Me joking with one of my friends about Grape devolved at breakneck speeds to PP:S 2's antagonist being named Pineapple, having the evil plan of opening a portal to Hell, being fought in the Greed layer of Dante's Inferno except it's basically El Dorado, burnt to death by being dropped into molten gold, replaced by a corrupt businessman as the main antagonist only to come back for the final boss as Golden Pineapple. And then Reality Pineapple.

Would you believe me if I told you all of that was references to the ROYN series I mentioned earlier and the inside jokes we have related to it? Because that's what happened. No, you are not getting an explanation. Unless you watch ROYN. There's a running gag where me and that same friend from the Pineapple joke advertise the series like we're paid shills, and it's really tempting to lean into that right now, but then I'd just actually look like a shill. Especially since I'm friends with the guy making it.

[finnfhone]

S2 EP36 LIVEBLOG - DNDADS SPOILERS

It is sooooo long like. So long

-THIS FUJKIN INTRO

-god they're all so dumb

-terry Jr has a gun . Watch out

-glenn close 🤝 taylor Swift

-Heart of gold and a pirate smile (chip coded... oops wrong podcast)

-😧

-Lincoln wears contacts??? Huh wha???

-oh God oh ew OH GOD OH EW

-so many last names why I love it

-Preteen drinking NORMAL 👀

-NOT THE BUCH

-rip normal the first time he saw the doodler was the cambucha

-terry marlowe--- oh yeah terry marlowe

-HI DAD

-take my money Anthony

-🙀

-its startinggg

-go on without me" LINCOOOLN

-roll off battle music rn

-NAT20 waaargh

-'a cool part of the narrative bullet' how silly.

-lot of B Words. They already went to hell it's fine

-jfc I missed them

-dude holy fucking shit dungeons and dragons beyond

-I ACCIDENTALLY WENT BACK TO THE BEGINNING

-🙂 im normal

-OH SHIT WHAT what what what

-"my boys... and Terry"

-is terry jr going to die cuz if so I will cry so much I'll dry up like a raisin

-3 nat 20s, 17min in

-dude why is Terry doing this :0

-Hermie is going to... sulk--- SKDHDBEN

-"stop using guns to solve things" lookin at you us government

-one. Single yellow flower. SOMEONE DRAW THIS OR I WILL

-oH great hEAvens

-😱🙀

-HE is making me.. who tf is he

-haha I don't get these references

-dude this podcast is so real . Appreciate

-oh Terry doesn't have a stepdad.. but scary does

-terry jr discovered polyamory

-BETH NO

-ad break... grab a snack...

-WILLY /NEG

-Normal is Not Strong

-Terry opens the pickle jars <3

-dispell

-Terry and Scary both love astronomy cuz I said so

-oh no terry sad face ☹️

-OH GOSH. HERMIE WAS PROJECTING ONTO NORMAL. HERMIE NEEDS

-oakworthy real

-oh lord the black parade be coming

-i forgot they were wearing red bull suits

-mmm pizza cutters? Why is this a theme

-whoever divorced first is a loser! Ready, fight!

-theyre literally in sync im screaming

-oh shit they want Scary but she's not home rn

-Taylor is a genius (lying?)

-IM SCREAMING IM DYING IM CHOKING ON TEARS

-Hermie SHAPESHIFT Hermie SHAPESHIFT

-hes depressed so it'll work (I'm crying)

-"but they'll climb up again!" I love you Linc <3

-Terry is not good at this... run bitch ruuun

-is Hermie gonna be a scamster again?

-oh shit they failed

-kersploosh !!

-"hey boys" the silly silly little guy

-its not up to Anthony! (lying?)

-Taylor is a loser I love him so much

-just had a ship idea that would never work. Swiftligoth

-LINK WHAT KID DOES THIS. EXCUSE ME

-ooo poem

-⚠️scary sadness alert (may cry)⚠️

-AH.

-oh nosies tERry Jr ;;(

-hip hip! Aw. Hip hip! Aw.

-oh gosh what is Terry doing

-dont do this to us man dont you fucking dare

-DONT DO THIS TO US MAN DONT YOU

-OH. NO. NO. NO. NO.

-NOOOO WHAT NOOO NOO NO GRANT????!!!!?! OH GOD WHAT THE FUCK OH JO JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT