#and if they dont handle this quickly enough he will Die

[randomwriteronline]

for the metru i always thought it was partially a matter of "almost everything in this city is fucking protodermis so i cant do SHIT" and partially one of those classic im-still-a-matoran mindset brainfarts. like forgetting theyre toa sized and slamming head first into the top of the door. oh shit im underground without any digging tools, im doomed <- brain hasnt caught on the fact that it unlocked elemental bending yet

lhikan never using his mask is a good point tho. maybe he was so fucking tired and burnt out from everything that happened in the last (checks watch) abt 48 hours that he also just Forgot. which was Very Unfortunate since he could have avoided Death: Slorped Edition

Holy fuck, at NO POINT in Legends of Metru Nui to the Metru ever use Elemental Powers. At most, Nokama uses a bit to swim and Matau uses some to fly, but nothing else! It's all about mask powers, and yet Lhikan never makes use of his Hau.

"Toa mask powers are needed to escape here" BUDDY UOU HAVE A TOA OF EARTH. EARTHBEND THOSE WALLS

They're in PO-METRU, AND HAVE ONEWA TRAPPED. STONEBEND. PLEASE

[weirdmageddon]

dave saw how jade reacted to the impaled crow and thought “oh shit shes sensitive to seeing death”

and because he cares about her took care of these in advance from then on; he thought to himself “ok i will keep that in mind so she doesnt basically flip the fuck out”

and then she saw a dead doomed dave, one he hadn’t intended on her being able to see

and that was the one she messaged him about

but the entire time dave was having that conversation with her he knew that in a little while that when hunting for frogs jack would appear and they’d battle and she’d wind up accidentally shooting him to death and have to kiss his corpse to wake him up on derse.

and he can’t tell her that because if he did, he Knows she would prevent it from happening, dragging them into a doomed timeline because its not supposed to go any other way

and he was probably thinking “oh my fucking god. poor jade” especially because seeing him dead was the reason she messaged him like that all freaked out

which is why he said that really cryptic but causality-free thing to her in advance

right after that conversation with dave, jade created jadesprite in the hopes that she’d have becs powers and could go fight jack which quickly deteriorated but yeah this

“anyone you loved” and follows that sentence up by refering to dave specifically.. WAHHHHHH

also i wanna analyze that:

i know love can mean different things, whether friendship or romantic but its clear that she thinks fondly of him at the very least if she felt the need to namedrop dave specifically

as for another person she loves and was killed by jack, there was her brother john (a platonic/friendship/familial love of course) but i dont think she saw jack kill john up-close because her dream self was dead at that point so she couldnt see it happen in the clouds from where she was on lofaf. jade was awake on lofaf when the incinisphere lit up with the quest bed ascension twinklies, and she didn’t even have the spectagoggles yet when john ascended so she couldnt see his corpse anyway. john’s corpse was on lowas and his dream self on skaia became god tier. so jade didn’t see john die directly.

that conversation she had with jadesprite also happened before jade saw dad egbert and mom lalonde killed by jack through her goggles. that means what she said was before rose was killed, because rose was killed after jade informed her of jack’s murder of her mom and dad egbert and she went grimdark. and i dont think jade harbors any affection towards dave’s bro who she saw dead through the goggles enough to consider him someone she loves…she was sad on dave’s behalf though

who else was there at that point in the story she “loved” and was killed by jack besides dave, then? just something i noticed on a reread

and that event was the key reason why dave stopped time traveling. he couldnt handle being burdened with acting casual about his impending death AND while knowing his death will be at jade’s own hands in front of her in person, and that she will have to kiss his corpse without explanation or clarification from dave’s part. he knows she’s sensitive to even seeing dead bodies just through some goggles, so the body of her best friend / someone she “loves” and first live person she meets in like a decade killed accidentally from her own gun would be so much worse for her

[chrispleasure]

“I TRIED”, c.s

summary: you have been getting loads of hate and death threats from the sturniolo fandom for dating chris. he finds out and tries to fix it.

warning: swearing, mention of eating disorder, crying, fluff, mention of self harm

not proof read!

you sat down on your bed scrolling through the comments of the recent sturniolo video you were featured in. each comment you read made your stomach twist. ‘why is chris even with her? her only redeeming quality is her big tits.’ ‘she honestly needs to stfu and keep her opinions to herself’ and so on. each comment took happiness away from you, things you once found fun are now just.. dull.

tears filled your eyes as you closed your laptop, putting it up on your bedside table. immediately you heard your phone ringing, it was chris. his name popped up on your phone screen, answer or decline. you decide to answer, it could be important. you click answer and wait for him to speak. “hi, baby.” he says, his voice raspy.

“hey, chris. whats up?” you ask, wiping your eyes as you held the phone to your ear. “jus’ wondering if you wanna go out to eat. nick and matt have been craving mcdonalds again.” chris spoke, a smile on his face behind the screen. he wanted to go out, be seen with you. the possibility of fans taking photos of you and editing them made you frown.

you wanted to go enjoy a nice meal with your boyfriend, but the fear of being judged was too strong. after a few seconds of silence, he spoke again. “or is today not a good day?” he asked, leaning back in his chair as if trying to hear you better.

“no, no.. i just- i dont feel like it today. m’ sorry, baby.” you mumble into the phone, imagining his disappointed face when he heard your reply, he shifted, letting out a cough. “yeah, yeah. thats okay, i love you.” he says, wanting to end the call. you muttered it back and ended the call first.

you lay back, resting your head against the pillow. fans have always mis treated girls the triplets were friends with, it was common. but wrong. sending death threats was another level of wrong. at first it was subtle ‘their lives would be better without you’ which soon escalated to ‘kill yourself’ and ‘ill end your life quicker than you can blink’.

which was severly overwhelming for you, seeing all these hate comments and wishes of death. made you wonder if you deserved it. if you had done something so bad that you deserved to die.

firstly, once you started to get hate. you stopped eating, slowly pushing more and more food away. no one caught on, or knew what you were going through. it seemed like no one cared. no one else got hate but you.

each day, more food left your body. your diet changed. three meals a day went quickly to two, before changing to a apple if your lucky. you began obsessing with your weight, wanting to keep it at the same number on the scale for as long as possible.

soon enough, your restrictive eating wasnt enough harm for you. you began cutting your wrists as a way to soothe the pain. yet, no one found out or suspected anything. everyone thought you could handle the hate.

until, one day chris got a gut feeling something was wrong. you again, declined to hang out which spiked a few hairs to stand on his arms. something was wrong. by this time, he hadnt seen her in weeks, maybe even a month.

so, he took it too himself to see what was wrong. he grabbed a sweater, his phone and put on shoes before bolting out the door. he ran to your house, he was an athletic boy, so this run didnt phaze him.

once he arrived at your house, he tried opening the door. to his suprise, the door was unlocked. he quietly walked into your house, closing the door behind him. everything was clean, untouched. usually he expected a few dirty plates and washing on the floor, not spotlessly clean floors and rooms.

he walked upstairs and into your room, not bothering to knock. you two were at that part of the relationship where privacy wasnt a thing. immediately, he is met with a pigstye of a room. cups scattered on the floor and her bedside table, apple cores on the floor, clothes basically covering her whole room.

chris looked around for you, his eyes darting everywhere. until he saw you, laying under your bedsheets with a few pillows surrounding you. your phone was beside you, no notifications heard. “baby?” he mumbles, stepping closer to her bed.

you looked at him, tears in your eyes. you didnt want to talk, to tell him your a weak, pathetic loser who cant handle hate. he slowly sat down on your bed, his hand reaching to touch your shoulder. you flinched, but instantly relaxed. “whats wrong? you look so pale and.. and sad.” he rambles, tears filling his eyes too.

what lie could you use this time? tired? no, he would know something else is going on. after thinking about what to say, you decided to come clean. talk about what’s going on.

you slowly sat up, you forgot to cover your wrists so the red lines and dried up blood covered both your arms. “ive been getting—” you pause, a sob escaping your lips. you felt upset and just wanted to forget about it, but he needed to know. and help. “ive been getting hate for being in the videos. and death threats.” you spoke, tears falling down your face.

your attempt to stay strong and collected failed, you looked at him and waited for a response, a hug, tears, or even yelling. but he just stared, his thoughts processing the information. he looked away, his eyes looking into his lap. “fuck. fucking hell. how could i be so stupid and blind.” he raised his voice, slapping himself in the face.

it’s obvious he is about to cry, hating he was so oblivious to your struggling. “your not. your not stupid. i just didnt know how to tell you, so i acted like i was okay.” you explain, putting your hands on his. you noticed your wrists were visable, the promise you made not to cut anymore broken.

chris started down at your hands, putting his on top. “you promised— you promised you’d stop.” his voice breaks, a few tears falling onto her hands. you felt terrible, he thought everything was okay when it wasnt. but he was happy, you shouldve kept everything to yourself.

“i tried. but i needed to feel something.” you ramble, making some space for him to sit beside you in your bed, knowing he needs comfort and reassurance. “c’mere. please, baby.” you mutter, pulling the blankets back. he crawls to your side, getting under the covers and laying down. he kept his body close, helping you lay down too.

he admires your face, putting his hand on your cheek. “your so beautiful, y’know. you dont need to cut yourself. but your still beautiful regardless. your scars make you, you.” he presses a kiss onto your lips, a soft smile on his own.

“were gonna have a big talk later, okay baby?” he spoke, his hand still rubbing your cheek. you nod, shifting a little. “you kinda smell, how about we have a bath together. y’know i miss you.” he says, rubbing your shoulders. again, you nod, sitting up and moving yourself out of bed.

he does the same, going straight to your side to help you stand, knowing you feel weak. “i havent been eating either.” you blurt out once his hands touch your hips to guide you to the bathroom. he listens, helping you to the bathroom. “we dont have to talk about it, but i wanna help get some food into you, even though im not the greatest cook.” he jokes, trying to make you feel better.

he places you down onto the closed toilet seat. “stay here for me, ill help you undress in a minute.” chris spoke, moving away to turn on the water to the bath. the yellow dim lit bathroom lights made everything look weird to you, as if you were a doll being taken care of.

after a few minutes he turns the water off and moves over to you, helping you up again. he helps with your shirt, pulling it over your head. he moves behind you and begins to unclasp your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders.

you continued to cry, your body shaking gently. he notices, “you want to take your pants off yourself? i dont wanna over step your boundaries.” he says, resting his chin on your shoulder. you nod and remove your pants by yourself. you felt self conscious to remove your underwear, part of you afraid of him seeing you like that.

“hey, its okay. i wont look down there, i promsie.” she says, turning you around to face him. his hands remained on your shoulders, as much as he wanted to touch your boobs or just play with your panties strings, he held himself back. afraid of making you uncomfortable. he keeps his eyes on your face as you remove your underwear, tossing them somewhere.

you then stepped into the bath, lowering yourself gently. once your sat down, and comfortable. chris begins to undress himself too. his shirt got pulled off, revealing one of your favourite parts of his body, his stomach. he lets you watch him, noticing the soft smile on your face while doing so. he pull’s down his sweatpants, revealing his black boxers he had millions of pairs of.

he waisted no time pulling down his boxers, his member practically bouncing out. a small giggle escaping your lips as it happens. he kicked his clothes away and got into the bath too. he sat down next to you, but gave you some space. “is this okay?” he asks, looking at the distance between them. you nod, reaching for the soap to wash yourself clean.

the whole bath experience was amazing, he kissed you, massage your shoulders, you even let him play with your breasts after minutes of begging like the puppy he was. he helped you get clean, and made sure your wounds were covered with bandaids which he drew on to make them feel more cute and not scary.

now, your sat on your bed in the room chris cleaned. he didnt love cleaning, but if it made you happy it was worth it. he would do anything to see you smile. he sits down infront of you in the bed, his hands resting on your thighs as his thumb rubs your inner thigh gently. “i posted on my instagram story to tell people to leave you alone or i would stop being it videos.” he spoke.

you were suprised he would do that for you, but he was so in love with you that nothing else mattered. he was and is willing to risk everything just to have you happy and safe.

the talk you two had was long, and heartfelt. he wanted nothing more but for you to be okay, he made you some food and helped you eat, rubbing your stomach to soothe you.

by the time you finished eating chris was already tucked into your bed ready to sleep. you put the plate on your bedside table and crawl under the covers and lay down. “ready for bed, ma?” he yawns, immediately wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer, you nod, falling asleep in his arms.

[malevolentconfessions]

This topic is interesting to me maybe i am simply not very noticing but i always took it as John's naivety and his inclination to act rather over the top is technically speaking teaching Arthur (Arthur whos biggest mistakes were surrounding pretending to be what he isnt) to be human.

John is often very genuine and to the point he gets very emotional very quickly be it anger sorrow or happiness bc he doesnt know what to do with his feelings. He doesnt want lily to die so he is initially very upset Arthur thinks they need to kill her. Id argue his hatred of Oscar is very human bc its like when you see people younger than you who dont know how to handle their emotions and havent learned how to reel them in they externalize it all which in itself parallels when Arthur burned another kids wooden train lashing out due to envy

and by doing so Arthur has to learn to reconnect with feelings he has seldom truly engaged with in a genuine manner in a long time. Thats part of why in some ways Larson is a foil and a sort what arthur could've been in a worse scenario. Larson is bothered Arthur killed uncle but not nearly as greif stricken.

Meanwhile the culture thing was just bc John recites a poem from memory that Arthur told him. Its not so much literal as it is a light hearted way of Arthur realizing (bc this is after mentioning Oscar and marie) that he still has John. John who cares enough to memorize a poem Arthur recited to him.

John is more human than Arthur. Thats it I dont have as much prose to put down

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[dizzieskizze]

Hope you're feeling better quickly! As for my question: What do you think each demon's mating habit is?👀

Thanks Nio!!

Ah mating, my favorite subject.

General demon

Animalistic and purely feral. Quick fuck and then they get the hell out. Mostly rape. Demons that have some sense of humanity (can talk and communicate) may have different quirks here and there, but still mostly just taking what they want.

Lower moons

Kamanue

Uses his innocent looks to lower guards of humans. Pretty shy, provide nice but clumsy after care.

Rui

Bondage, then disposes of them

Mukago

Uses her charms to get what she wants but like Kamanue, is also a shy and skittish mate. Her pheromones are very intoxicating so she often gets too much attention from other demons.

Wakuraba

Quick. Too quick. Luckily he isnt that strong so his mates dont break under him.

Rokuro

Idk why but he seems like a demanding type. Probably because he tried to tell Muzan what to do. Dominant and kind of rough.

Enmu

Somniphilia if he is the top, bdsm if he is the bottom. An absolute freak that loves getting bullied and mating with dominant types. Puts human mates to sleep to have his way with them.

Hairo

Feral and uncontrolled. Uses his shadows to trap mates and goes hard! May go Warwolf form on some poor soul and accidentally kill them during the act.

Ubume

Mates like a tarantula or praying mantis. Anyone she mates with is guaranteed to die. Deadly

Kyogai

A big softy. Apologizes a lot and makes sure his mate is confortable before surprising them with a trip to pound town. A+ after care.

Upper moons

Daki

Similar to Ubume. Very picky because she can afford to be. Has a lot of trouble with mating due to brothel life trauma. She has her favorites.

Gyutaro

Just takes from mates like they owe him. Pretends to not care how they feel but if they are into it, its a huge confidence boost.

Gyokko

Hope the mate likes tentacles. Very rapey and pushes mates past their limits. Most demons stay clear.

Hantengu

Lets his clones handle everything

Sekido

Try to have some poise and visits brothels to satisfy himself. If a pheromone catches his attention however, he has to claim that specific demon or human. Gets possessive and obsessive.

Karaku

Has done it all. A jack of all trades. Snatches up a mate and has a grand ole time. Getting a mate off gets him off too. If he is fond of the mate, he can be a tender lover. Also great aftercare.

Aizetsu

Controlled and takes things very slow, but not because he is being careful. He enjoys being sensual and emotional.

Urogi

Wild and feral. Snatches and takes most anyone, but if a mate grabs his attention, he will try to court them with mating dances and gifts. This special mate gets a nice cozy nest to mate in and luxury tier after care. These lucky ones usually walk away alive (but very very exhausted)

Zohakuten

A prime and proper lover, but will put off mating because sex is seen as barbaric to him. When he gives in, he is demanding and expects flawless performance from his mate. Gets flustered more easily during this time.

Urami

Feral and guaranteed to break the poor soul.

Akaza

Tries to ignore it until it becomes too much to handle and then makes it quick. The only demon that wont rape a woman.

Douma

Always rapes a woman and then eats her. Has an entire cult to satisfy his mating needs. Very good with his fingers

Kokushibo

Similar to Sekido where he mates with dignity. A bit selfish but slow and sensual. Very very picky with his mating partners.

Muzan

Very selfish mate. The fact that he chose them should be enough. Extremely clinical about it.

Wowie this is long

[strwbrrylou]

Cold but you keep me warm

Stargoth (Chase x Buddy) ficlet. 1,165 words.

My first time writing a fanfic, with a little help from AI (pls dont kill me </3) I hope you like it.

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"This is not happening," Chase muttered, pacing in the small cabin that kept him and his nemesis from the snowstorm quickly brewing outside.

Buddy shot him a quick glare before rolling his eyes. "Believe me, I'm not thrilled about it either," he said drily as he tries to lie comfortably on the small bed which barely had enough room for two people.

Chase did nothing but grimace. He didn't expect this story's route to take such an unfortunate turn at all. He regrets letting Deacon choose the story so, so much. Nothing ever goes well whenever he gives that nerd a chance to choose a novel. Chase knew he always had weird and complex tastes, much to his dislike.

Because out of all the books he owned, why did he have to pick one with a natural disaster that trapped and most likely killed the heroine and the villainess together in a bleak and small unwelcoming cabin?

The silence between them continued until the blond finally felt a shudder run down his spine. Either from the chilly air that threatened to freeze them inside the cabin or the thought of having to lie in the same bed with the annoying Mall Goth if he wanted to stop shivering from the godforsaken cold.

"Do you want to die from hypothermia?" Buddy stares at him. Chase couldn't tell if he was finally concerned for him or if he was mocking him, like usual.

"Of course I don't!" he grits his teeth that chattered from each word he spoke.

"Well, it looks like you'll freeze to death soon, if you choose to stay over there, idiot."

Chase glared at him, but Buddy was right. The cold is numbing that he might actually just freeze to death. After a while, he reluctantly made his way to the unappealing bed in defeat, the wooden floor creaking beneath his feet.

It's just one night. He can do this. He can stay awake the entire night to make sure Buddy doesn't do anything suspicious until the snowstorm clears off. Yeah, no biggie. It's just a bed. A small bed. With Buddy lying down on said small bed.

"I'm not going to do anything stupid." Buddy sighed as if he can read his thoughts and pulled the covers over himself, moving to the edge of the bed. Chase was relieved that he was willing to give him space. Without a word, he settled on the soft mattress, feeling the warmth slowly creep up to him.

But he still felt cold.

He tugs on the blanket, frowning. His attempts were futile as Buddy was hoarding the whole bundle of warmth. Making it obvious that he didn't want to share.

With a frustrated grunt, Chase tugs it harder one more time. "Can you stop taking the entire blanket? It's not even yours!"

Buddy ignored him and buried himself deeper under the covers. "Great, you're not responding. Is this how you handle conflicts? Being the avoidant type?" He scoffed and decided to edge closer to Buddy's side. He ignores the way their bodies are touching.

But he failed to ignore how his heart skipped a beat as he felt Buddy's body heat against his cold skin.

Chase cursed and punches himself mentally.

This is so not happening.

As time passes by, Chase could feel himself getting more restless by the cold and the silence. The cabin was quiet aside from his own breath that fogged through the icy air.

He finally risked a glance at Buddy, only to see his slim back.

"Hey," he mutters. The goth ignores him.

"Hey, I'm cold," Chase whined.

Slowly, Buddy turns to his side with a sigh. His icy blue eyes meet Chase's warm brown ones.

"And?"

"You're a jerk, at least share your blanket or something."

"What if I don't want to?"

"You have to or I'll die from hypothermia like you said."

Buddy remained quiet and unmoving, but his gaze lingered on him, as if he was studying every inch of his face. Before Chase could complain again, Buddy brought the blanket up to the smaller boy, letting the soft material drape over the two of them.

As Buddy shifted slightly, his arm brushed against Chase's, sending a jolt of electricity through him.

Chase swallowed hard, his heart quickening its pace in his chest. They were so close that if he really examined him enough he could see his long eyelashes that made him look so attractive-

What is wrong with him?

This is his nemesis. The most annoying guy he has ever met. The guy who would do anything to stop him from getting what he wants.

He should really stop staring.

"You're so easy to read, you know that?" Buddy said. Did he just snicker at him? Chase snapped back to where he was and sees Buddy's cocky expression.

He notices the slight tint of pretty pink on his ears, and Chase wonders if he's also feeling what he feels or if it's just an effect from the cold.

"Ugh," Chase dismisses, annoyed at how his heartbeat is still racing. He doesn't want to engage in this conversation anymore.

While Chase watches bitterly, Buddy's eyes slowly drift shut, his cocky deameanor gone and replaced by a weary yet peaceful expression. Like they weren't just hit with a surging storm outside.

Like they weren't arguing over the blanket a few moments ago.

Like he doesn't mind his close proximity to Chase and letting him see him sleep like this—all vulnerable.

Chase's bitterness fades and instead, he felt a pang of softness for the other boy as he scrutinizes the tired expression etched across his face, even though he can't seem to explain why.

It's getting dark now. The wind outside is howling and Chase still feels so cold. But Buddy is already asleep.

He scoots closer to him, ignoring how his head is slightly touching Buddy's chin, because the blanket isn't really doing him good any more. In this awkward position, he could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

For once, the idiot doesn't seem so threatening and irritating.

Chase is surprised at how warm the latter feels. He wished he could embrace him. Or something. But that's out of the picture, obviously. Why would he want to embrace OR be embraced by this guy? He blames the alarming thoughts on him feeling stupidly cold and his dying need for something warm.

As he tries to calms his racing thoughts down, he soon feels a sense of peace and ease wash over him.

Whatever. This will be tomorrow Chase's problem. For now, he relishes in the soothing warmth shared between him and his nemesis.

Not too long after, he begrudgingly falls into a comfortable slumber with Buddy breathing softly by his side, both of them enveloped by the soft blanket and the gentle heat that mingled between their bodies.

Which was, to be quite honest, enough to keep the both of them warm.

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im not sure how this went but i hope it was okay 😵‍💫😵‍💫 crazy this webtoon got me to write and do smth out of my comfort zone

[yelling-space]

CELESTE APPRECIATION post

I raerly see anyone mention her but i love her sm yes this is mostly like 98% hc shes only got like 5 lines in hole game what more do u want from me

anyways, my sweet sweet barely domesticated celeste :

-"Why did my husband come back with a child ,a dog ,a living skeleton, a man who can throw him around like he weights nothing and a knight(derogatory)" -Cahara's so wiped 4 her and honesty i would to if that was my wife, she def pegs him 2 btw i mean just look at him, my point exactly.

-gets along with Enki the most 2 everyone's surprise, there paper wight besties. & share a worrie for Cahara they will never verbalise as well a dislike for D'arc- i mean knights.

-celeste is d'arces first (and only) female friend, much to clestes own dismay.

-d'arce thought she was a gold digger at first, as you can tell they had a grate first impression of each other

-only trusts people about as far as she can throw them (rip rag , he can still man handle the group whore with ease tho so good for him)

-can not hold a convo with a child 2 save her life , the length of her mertanl intents extend to bringing the child 2 Cahara .

-she is not mother material but for some reason they're trying to keep a baby with a high infant mortality rate its funny

i think celeste probably didn't have great parents or a good role model, deadbeat drunkard parents that kicked her out and kind of left her to fend for herself & close of to the world and that's why she has such a disillusioned take on parenthood + where her own approach to children comes from but uh oh !! cahara wormed his way into her heart ! and who's to say his clear and utter devotion to this little girl cant win her over either i dont think either her or Cahara were going out of their way to get pregnant - it's like an unfortunate by-product of the nature of Celeste's career, and Cahara's love for her being what led to him being so willing to step up. i don't think either of them ever really thought about having kids, or at least didn't think they'd be good parents, but celeste getting pregnant or cahara bringing back a child is just the way life ended up going. it's the renaissance era, abortion methods are on par with childbirth in terms of deadliness anyway. she's just not going to have to keep risking her life via pregnancy if cahara goes out, gets enough coin to support them both, she's not going to be like every other peasant woman who's forced to become a broodmare because every 1 in 2 children fucking die before they turn 5. clesest being pregnant is just what ended up happening. the love in that is to do with their RELATIONSHIP, not their love for some idealistic family life. i think cahara wanting to give it a try is something celeste would think is really sweet and admirable, but she'd probly keep a lot of her more cynical thoughts to herself on the matter.

saying that i think they both have a lot of cynical thoughts about it really, but i cahara goes so quickly into "this is my wife, this is our future baby" because otherwise what's the point in taking on such a risky mission in the first place ? but if he's got a noble cause, then it might seem worth it, right ? it's that extra push of encouragement for him, even if it comes with a lot of scary things like the responsibility, being a parent, maybe settling down witch is a scary thought for someone whos always so used 2 being on the move

as for celeste ; she doesn't even know if she's going to make it through the pregnancy, or if the baby will. it's just another mouth to feed at the end of the day. she doesn't care about carrying on a legacy, or raising a child into greatness like so many others beg and plead of god to bestow upon their children. she knows she'd be a shit mom and she's hardly a loyal partner at the moment. but she loves cahara, and seeing that fear in his eyes when she told him, but also that spark of light, that little bit of joy, made it at least worth holding on for.

celeste: it's probably not going to make it anyway, i either risk death in childbirth or death in abortion methods, so. celeste: its getting me enough bank rn to keep myself healthy so we'll just see what happens i guess celeste watching cahara bring home an entire child:

okay cringe time over. i wont go into 2much detail about her relationship with the others though i think its a very slow process of her learning to tolerate get along with the creatures friends cahara brought back -as soon as celeste meets d'arce her mild suspicion and distaste for ragnvaldr will be replaced with her disgust for d'arce -think celeste would be pissed she wouldn't be able 2 pull cahara out of ragnvaldrs grip unless she stabbed him or something, witch shes both angry about it but also relieved since it probably kept cahara out of trouble in the dungeon (because lord knows her husband is a magnet for trouble) inside me there are 2 wolfs ; one is mmm hot stong wife carry cahara like a sack of pataos , the other is screaming at me that this is the 1600 and she would be starving and poor. so to compromise with myself im going 2 say : - physical speaking celsest is probly stronger then most women in her profession and could probly drag an unconscious cahara around then againg i also think cahras way ligher then someone of his build&carear should be shes stronger then enki (then againg who isnt) but cant match d'arces physical strength. saying that modern au Celeste would beat d'arce in an arm wrestle.

in-refence 2 my last post; celest is a child darkness, she has a barbie killer husband,there for. she deserves to be as much hater as she likes d'arce: you two are the healthiest couple i know who still have an avid sex life cahara: ASSUMPTIONS ! celeste: we're the only couple you know.

acholic wise i think celeste could out drink d'arce (and at least keep up with ragnvaldr for a little bit)

celeste: d'arce is a pain in the ass cahara: :confustion: :stress_smile: she means well babe cmon celeste: im gonna beat her with a stick cahara: ,, babe,,

cleseste is not payed enough 2 be d'arces therpist or help d'arce figure out she likes women (shes not payed at all actuly,she is simply trying 2 tolrate her husbands new freinds becuse she loves him but also only has so meny braincells she can lose in a day and conversing with d'arce seems 2 kill all of them)

celeste hears d'arce talk about jeanne once and instantly starts going "wow you loved a girl wow that girl who was like you in every way wow that girl who like. shared your morals. or something. wow tell me more about that girl" (stab stab stab metaphorically stab stab stab)

(about cahara getting arrsed and taken by the police) rag: you lack of concern,,, concerns me. are you not worried ? celeste: dogs always find their way back home.

- d'arce and cahara make the same enamoured and light-blush expression whenever celeste rages btw - celeste :handshake: enki taking the piss out of knights + a generally more cynical outlook on life & being cold bitches that secretly care about cahara a lot

(first time they all stayed the night) enki learning hes the favorite for once and he thinks its just the most hilarious thing to fucking happen local woman-lover put out by being rejected by hot scary wife, local berserker intimidated by what scary wife might do if she finds out what he did to her precious boytoy local shadow wizard ? on the floor ugly laughing because scary wife reluctantly asked if he wanted the guest bedroom.

celeste: YOURE NOT STAYING HERE PERMANENTLY. but youre allowed to stay overnight. enki: is this (gags) kindness ? oh my god. revolting. celeste: is that a yes or not you fucking worm enki: yesplease

[bisexualmcqueen]

In the apoc au, can working parts be taken from already dead cars? If so, does that mean that grave robbing could be a thing? Digging up the dead for their parts…

hehehee

excellent question. so this is already baked into the entire setup/conflict

Cars are mostly metal, but they have some semi-organic bits. Eyes, mouth-flesh, some internal organs, a non-mechanical circulatory system: all stuff that decomposes. It turns to sludge, and drips out of gaps in the living metal. As the months have gone on, the corpses have started to turn a bit …gummy. In places where winter never touched, the scattered bodies of unfortunate souls lay in pools of rank, thick liquid. [Turbine]

we've established that there's just dead bodies Everywhere. millions of people died, not nearly enough are left to bury them all. its a horror show. cars dont decompose as fully/quickly as organic beings do. theyre mostly metal/synthetics. so youd think there's just a buffet of free parts laying around right?

well, back up. how are the cars Alive in the first place...? its some sort of undefined fantasy-like magic. they are whimsical, fantastical beings. they can feel temperature, pain, pleasure- theyre fully alive as machines.

their Metal itself is alive.

and when they die, their Metal dies too.

same reasoning why when Dusty needed a new gearbox they had to find one from the Factory for him, or repair what he already had. Like... why?

same reason Doc died at the same time the AMC-badged cars went into a parts-war. [context: IRL the Hudson brand became AMC, then went out of business].

the new parts are Unclaimed/New metal, and they Bond/Mesh/Heal Into their new Body. the living metal bonds and cannot be unbonded without potentially being killed. the metal dies unless its handled by someone who knows what theyre doing- which is why car mechanics of a certain knowledge can be Doctors. or... other professions :)

Now this isnt to say parts-harvesting or graverobbing is impossible. sometimes some of the metal can rebond- some of it never died. [this is the type of work Mater does in salvage- it's part of his expertise to recognize these usable bits of metal from junk]. none of it is an exact science, because its magic, like the cars themselves.

this is where we crash into the second issue: the thing that Killed The World. The Blast, the EMP, the whatever it was, the End:

it tore up most cars on the inside. most vehicles blew the fuck up- not just their engines, but electrical systems flowing through their bodies caused damage to surrounding areas too, organic and mechanical.

not a lot of the corpses are salvageable. its mostly dead metal, and all torn up too.

Lightning’s eyes are already heavy, but in his last moments of consciousness, he tracks Cruz through blurry vision, fumbling with some living-solder and a propane tank, looking at the still-seeping bullet wound on Chick’s flank with a silent frown on her face. [Hi. I'm a grub and I live in the soil.]

parts are rare. this causes trouble. >:)

"-There’s nothing left anymore. I’m sorry.” [Old Spare]

[further reading on the blood-side of Living Metal theory, both worldbuilding ideas by Non]

OC Rundown POV in apocalypse Rundown is an old parts-harvester/engineer, forced to taste his own medicine of torment when the apocalypse strikes. He's modified himself enough to have survived- but just barely. He's trapped himself in a hell of his own evil making.

OH YEAH and to go even further. i think the vehicles themselves were employees of their own factories making their own parts [like any other manufacturing job], so the survivors have to learn the art of part-forging with unbonded living metal. its a whole process of skill-preservation. ive been slowly picking at who in the cast learns the forging skill- several characters certainly. and of course some of the factory experts survived, but they cant do everything alone!

thanks for the ask!

[merwynpersonalhub]

yooo i get my own tag bedewjbhb now watch me abuse my percieved popularity (dangers of being a matt kinnie ig)

the bar that mace works in, what's it like? appearacnce, smell, athmosphere, ect? (most important question, this one, the others not so much)

are there any regulars aside from tom (and any that mace is sick to death of lmao)? how about any other coworkers aside from jon? (u dont have to make anyone up if u dont want you can just toss out a character gimmik ill draw them or sumn). and finally what's the pay like?

(...me blatantly figuring out a setup for our ocs to meet)

MATT?? HI IM EDD/GEN FHDHDJ HOLY FUCK hello other matt in the wild/pos also god damn it matt/silly

The bar mace works at is pretttty nice, its not fancy but its not like.. a run down one where you worry about if your going to die or not. I say the atmosphere is like..somewhat cozy at least! The appearance is pretty clean, lots of booths, a sitting bar as well, mace cleans the fuck out of the space (like to think jon calls mace a clean freak sometimes as a joke) so like.. think of a clean, easy to tell the workers actually do like their job, type of place. (Tbh now that i think of it... did they even have a kitchen?... fuck it they have a kitchen)

There a few customers that really grinds his gears which is those who hassles him and his co-workers for free drinks or whatnot and just rude ass people. But mace always sorta handles it quickly bc he is a aggressive mother fucker and will toss you out lmao.

But regulars... i think maybe tom and eduardo. Eduardo goes to see if jon is alright (my hc eduardo at least) maybe tord for a lil bit of time if your talking canon characters. If not then theres a few who come back often and mace and them usually chat!

I dont know if my friend still has lynn working there. But @lynniezdoodles at least used to have a oc that worked at the bar! (If i remember there was another person?? but i cannot for the life of me remember) tbh they could never have enough i dont think lmao- servers, more bartenders, cooks, etcetc

Mace works there a small bit out of the week since he works at a bunch of places, but i do think the pay is like.. sorta good, st least. If it helps him and his mayline stay afloat it can help ya afloat i think

[iburntthewateragain]

”you were strong, but not strong enough!”

Results of this poll. characters: C00lkidd, 007n7, Elliot, and ███████.

warnings: DESCRIPTIONS OF GORE, ATTACKS, VIOLENCE, SWEARING, CRYING, AND THIS FIC IS JUST VERY SAD AND VERY GOREY.

It was just another round of this sick, sick game by the spectre.. C00lkidd was killing all the survivors with his GUI and there was 2 left, Elliot and 7n7. Elliot gave a pizza to 7n7s when he was low and 7n7 would use clones to distract and trick C00lkidd, they were sticking together. “Okay, I’ll launch a clone and interject. Alright?” When 7n7 said that there was no response. “Helllllooooo? Elliot?.. Elli-“ when he looked back at him he saw the dead body of Eliot. It was charred to black and still on fire. He looked to the side and saw C00lkidd standing over the body, his gaze moved to 7n7 as he stared at him. “Hi.. dad..” he said in his tiny bit deeper voice, he smiled and his pizza delivery minions then raised from the ground, dirt and mud falling off of them as the emotionless expression of them began twisting into a sick smile.

C00lkidd looked up and then quickly looked back at 7n7, “Ready or not, HERE WE COME!” He said in an excited like voice, they gave chase and 7n7 ran faster than he’s ever ran in his life. 7n7 ducked behind a corner as C00lkidd turned on laser eyes with the C00lGUI and cut buildings in half, he stopped and noticed 7n7 behind the corner and teleported I’m front of him. “Gotcha!” He exclaimed. He grabbed 7n7 and threw him through a wall and took out the C00lGUI and hesitated for a moment.. before slamming his fist on the burn button. Right before he did 7n7 dropped a clone which caused the clone to die instead of him. C00lkidd watched as he ran and didn’t try to stop him for a few moments before chasing after him.

“Oh god oh god.. 2 MINUTES!? FUCK!” 7n7 grabbed a bloxy cola and chugged it before crushing the can and running away but he ran into C00lkidd, knocking him on his back. “Oh no..” he stared at C00lkidd with fearful eyes.. yet.. he accepted his fate. After all, he will come back like always.. but C00lkidd hesitated. He could’ve killed him already.. but he didn’t.

“..dad..” he said in a soft tone, tears started rolling out his eyes as his smile slowly faded and his eyes lowered.. he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t watch one more person die. “..y-yes.. son..?” 7n7 answered, he was confused but didn’t leave C00lkidd without answers.

“…please.. he-help me..” he hugged 7n7 and just started crying, he couldn’t handle it anymore. He buried his face into his father’s shoulder and had him in a tight grip but made sure to not even slightly use any of his real strength. “I don’t-I-I-i don’t want to do this any-any-anymore.. I’m scared..” he said as he looked at 7n7 and 7n7 spoke back. “..I know son.. I know.. I’m sorry this happened to us..” he hugged his son back and himself started silently crying, he can’t bear to look at the bodies of the survivors but it felt worse.. so much worse.. to run from his son.. and the emotional pain became even worse after C00lkidd said “I know I’ve been killing.. b-but I don’t want to… I’m scared.. of ███████.. if I don’t.. h-h-he-he will kill me.. i-I DONT WANNA HUHUURT ANYOOOOHOOONNNEEE!!..” he bawled into 7n7s shoulder and 7n7 just couldn’t hold back anymore tears. What did ███████ do to this kid?..

suddenly.. a noise came from behind them. As C00lkidd got up and turned around he saw… ███████… he stared at him and as ███████ flew down to him C00lkidd opened the GUI behind his back and ███████ Didn’t even notice.

“Kill him. Now.” The Spectre demanded in a authoritive voice, he expected C00lkidd to listen and waited for his response. “…no. I won’t. I won’t kill anyone else for your sick, SICK FUCKING GAME!” C00lkidd yelled, the Spectre was pissed but also surprised, NOBODY had the balls to go against him. He couldn’t really trap him in a time loop either because he could teleport out and C00lkidds GUI couldnt be nerfed as the Spectre never actually learned how to nerf that.. “YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME AND HAVE NO FURTHER QUESTIONS YOU INSIGNIFICANT FLESH SAG!” The spectre grabbed C00lkidd with one of the tendrils that floated behind him and thousands of glowing red eyes stared at C00lkidd.

“You.. you tricked me to thinking I was playing a game, you took me, my father, and innocent people into this twisted.. reality you call a game.. you… YOU…

FUCK YOU!!”

he broke free from the tendrils and punched the Spectre in the stomach and uppercutted him into the air, the Spectre went flying but caught himself with his flight powers mid air and before he could recollect he was uppercutted so hard a monstrous molar flew out from his mouth as blood was spat from his mouth. “UGH! YOU MOTHER FUCKER!” He caught C00lkidds punch and swung him by the arm back, breaking his arm, and then through him into the ground. C00lkidd used his GUI and clicked regeneration and his body started regenerating quickly and he stood up and started flying again and at the Spectre. “Oh? You DARE challenge me? well then.. LETS GET THIS SHOW ON THE BLOODY ROAD!! HAHAHAHA!” The Spectre yelled as their fist clashed, C00lkidd kicked him in the face and dodged a few tendrils but the spectre used strings to hold him in place as he punched C00lkidd multiple times in the face and hard enough to draw blood each time. C00lkidd teleported out and thousands of minions spawned and ran at the spectre. “YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IVE BEEN HOLDING BACK!” He said as he flew at the spectre and tackled him into the ground. The minions started comboing him and beating the spectre while he was down, kicking, biting, punching, throwing things, the spectre was getting what he never thought could happen. He was being beaten. “ENOUGH!” the spectre screamed as his tendrils cut through the minions and he spawned shards of metal to impale and stab every minion. “YOU ARE UNGRATEFUL! I GAVE YOU THESE EXTRA POWERS AND THIS IS HOW IM REPAID!?” He screamed at C00lkidd as blood and intestines gushed from all the minions, C00lkidd went for a kick but the spectre caught his leg and flew up into the sky. “ILL SHOW YOU WHAT YOU HAVE PICKED A FIGHT WITH!” He slammed C00lkidd into structures he spawned and swung him in a circle, C00lkidds head was bloody as the debris from the structures fell and rained on the ground, one of them almost hitting 7n7. spectre threw him but the regeneration he turned on from the GUI got quickly to work on C00lkidds injuries and C00lkidd caught himself with flight and got ready to fight again. “I don’t care what you gave me, you are one.. DEAD MAN WALKING!” He tackled the spectre but the spectre made a portal and they started comboing eachother while being tackled through portals. They crashed through cabins, maps, the spectres watching room where he watches each match, they stopped at where they first were and the spectre kicked C00lkidd off. They were both bloodied but the spectre surprisingly suffered worse injuries. C00lkidd had been trained to fight since he turned 6 and C00lkidd knows kickboxing and wrestling, the spectre wasnt trained and just relies on his powers in fights and he’s never really had to try. “Ugh.. fuck… your tougher then I thought.. impressive, I’ll give you that. But you know I can-“ he cut himself off with a punch to C00lkidd and flew at him, kicking him into the sky. Right before he grabbed C00lkidd after teleporting to him a bunch of his minions came out and held his arms and tendrils, stopping Him from moving.

“HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOUR-“ he was cut off when C00lkidd grabbed his shoulder with his left hand and SHOVED his fist through the spectres chest. Ripping through the black flesh, muscle, and bone as blood gushed out from the wound. The Spectre yelled out a blood curdling pain-filled scream as C00lkidd stared at him. “NOT USED TO FIGHTING SOMEONE LIKE ME, HUH!?” He yelled, “GET OFF ME!” The minions turned to ash as the spectre kicked C00lkidd away. He was damaged by the big wound but not close to dying, C00lkidd took out multiple GUI boxes and pressed all of them. Suddenly the Spectre was on fire, coughing violently, and the skybox was changed to flashing red and black and a loud song played in the background, the spectre had very sensitive hearing so he was very disoriented. “AAA- FUCK!-“ he was interrupted with a hard kick from C00lkidd in the mouth, one of the spectres ribs flew from his chest as he flew back from the kick.

C00lkidd hit punch after punch, kick after kick, adrenaline pumping through his body as he continued his relentless assault. The Spectre let out a ear piercing screech and ear clapped C00lkidd before kicking him back. “I WILL NOT TAKE THIS DISRESPECT ANY LONGER! YOU WILL DIE AT MY HANDS!!” “THEN ILL TAKE YOU WITH ME!” They flew at eachother as fast as they could and in one, graceful motion, punched eachother right in the head. Both skulls cracked and bled as a shockwave forced them back. The regeneration for C00lkidd was slower on this but he was alive and so was the spectre.

“Looks like it’s almost over for you! HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAAAHHHH!” The spectre taunted as they kept flying at eachother, each punch they landed sending them back with a shockwave and sending a shockwave through the air. 7n7 was watching the time. There was only 30 seconds left of the round as he watched the fight, he was hoping C00lkidd won or at least survived this. “Please.. son.. be okay…”

25

24

23

C00lkidd had a bone sticking out of his left leg, his ribs broken, his shoulder blades shattered and his ankle twisted. The spectre had a lot of the same but with a busted lip, a hanging out eye, and missing teeth along with some of the tendrils cut in half. C00lkidd and the spectre were getting tired but they still had fight in them. “I don’t care what powers you have, if your faster, stronger, smarter… you dragged us through hell.. so you don’t get to see tomorrow!” C00lkidd then went full speed at the spectre with his sword, slicing and slashing him with ease, he kicked him into the ground and tackled him through the map and uppercutted him into the sky. Following the spectre as he flew through the air. They were both covered in blood from the still on going fight but C00lkidd wanted him dead. He shoved his fist through the spectres chest and kicked him in the chin, the spectre caught his 2nd kick that was for the stomach and stomped him face first into the ground at mock 20. He looked at C00lkidds body as it laid on the ground.. laughing. C00lkidd spat out teeth and blood as some pieces of shredded gums also came from his coughs. Tears rolled down his eyes from the pain..“Hehehahahahahaahahaaahhhh.. gameover.” The spectre went to snap C00lkidds neck when C00lkidd stabbed him in the lung with his sword, twisting it and yanking it down to gut the spectre. His insides poured out onto the floor as blood just ran like a river out of the giant gash. He fell to the ground aa C00lkidd climbed on top of him and started punching him and punching him. Each punch drawing blood and teeth, the spectres eye popped out from the force and he tried to grab C00lkidd but C00lkidd laser eyed his arm and turned it into ash in seconds.

“ILL NEVER YOU OR ANYONE EVER HURT ME, MY FAMILY, OR ANY OTHER PEOPLE IN THE REAL WORLD AGAIN! YOU SICK, SICK FUCK!” He punched the spectre so hard that his fist broke but that didn’t stop him he wouldn’t stop till he was unrecognizable.

9

8

7

the spectre was still alive somehow, he wasn’t immortal but he almost was. C00lkidd didn’t stop his punches until he finally couldnt punch anymore. His fists broken and completely unusable, he would need to wait days for all his wounds to regenerate. He got up and stared at the barely breathing body of the spectre. His face was bashed in and bloodied, brain matter, skull fragments and blood just painted the floors and buildings as far as the eye could see. There was only 5 seconds left. The Spectre in one last ditch effort to win sent his tendrils out to 7n7 to kill him.

4

7n7 dropped a clone and ran.

3

the tendrils missed the clone as well and were stuck in a wall.

2

C00lkidd lifted his foot up and looked don at the spectre with rage.

1

C00lkidd stomped the spectres head in, blood, brain, skull fragments, his eyes, his teeth, everything just blew out like a water balloon being popped. Everything was drenched in black tinted blood as C00lkidd finally.. finally killed the spectre. Putting an end to the hell of forsaken.

0

the round ended but not like normal, in one big flash everyone was returned to normal and on earth again. 7n7 was with bluudud, pr3ttyprincess, and 11808. Sheldletsky was back at his house and builderman was back at the hole in sheldletskys house that he never fixed. Chance was at a casino and two time on the street, everyone had been teleported to back at home. It was over.

C00lkidd walked through the door and was greeted with a hug from 11808, 7n7, pr3ttyprincess, and bluudud. They were all so happy he killed the spectre and freed them all and he was alive.. “C00LKIDD! YOUR ALIVE!” Pr3ttyprincess exclaimed, bluudud didn’t say anything and 11808 and 7n7 were too shocked to utter a single word. After he was taken to the hospital he wrote a note to every survivor which apologized to them for all the times he killed them..

the end.

[kariachi]

ben gwen and kevin play repo. it results in ben not playing the tutorial and learning as he goes along which isnt a big problem hes very good at improvising, but he also declares every round hes carrying the team despite having died atleast once if not twice in every round and also repeatedly running directly into monsters because he forgets to be scared of them

gwen also keeps breaking loot even tho shes trying so so hard to be careful and not break it and then accidentally walking into pits, getting lost and being wrecked by monsters, and frequently being hit with a bat or squeaky toy hammer by ben. she tries so hard

kevin mostly dies because he goofs off with ben but in reality hes the one carrying the team moneywise. he KNOWS how to handle expensive loot so whenever someone breaks something by accident he just. Deflates Internally.

ben also uses up all their money on grenades and weapons which they dont really mind cus he kills a ton of monsters for them. and himself. but they revive him so hes willing to be their sacrificial lamb to get that bag. kevins like "we gotta kill that clown we need a lure" and gwen and kev looks at ben and hes like. fuck yeah babey. and then he dies.

also argit 100% has a similar playstyle to kevin except he is fully willing to kill ben on purpose by making monsters attcak him instead if possible. julie plays repo by being afraid of the monsters and screaming and running away, but otherwise being pretty good at the game for someone who doesnt game that much and she doesnt die very often. obligatory albedo hes my froggy little fucker. hes a menace. legit no fear. 100% able to kill any monster without a weapon hes too creative in his quest for orbs and its a little scary. he started out scared of the monsters but then quickly figure out a bunch of new creative ways to kill monsters and suddenly ehs the first one to run through the entire map just to get their asses. he doesnt even do it for the money he just likes killing the monsters now. argit thinks he should bring it up to a therapist.

I have not seen enough from that game to have an opinion of my own, and so I shall just have faith in you to be 100% correct in everything here.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

HERE WE GO AGAIN!!!

I loved everything you wrote for my last request (thank you so much!!!) and i have returned to be unreasonable in my demands of you yet again!

⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️⚡️(ENGAGED ENGAGED ENGAGED!!!!!! THEYRE ENGAGED!!!!!)

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(oh god alan’s back we hate alan but we love the potential angst this brings!)

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸(Reunited and it feels so good!! Can’t wait to learn more about eddie’s missing months!)

🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮🔮(poor baby buck! And preemptively poor baby bobby)

🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟🧟(118 family is stronger than everything even a zombie apocalypse)

👑👑👑👑👑👑👑👑(madneyyyyy my beloveds can’t wait to read your epic love story take a new form!)

And i’m gonna be a little cheeky and request something not technically on your list 🛞🛞🛞🛞🛞🛞🛞🛞🛞 (look you gave me the emoji darling i dont know what you expected me to do. Especially when faced with obnoxiously oblivious domestic in love buddie from chimneys perspective! Who is possibly supposed to resist that) but as this is an illegal request i understand if you deny it but a girls gotta try right :p

Please know that my frequently used emojis page has gotten real messed up from this game but thats a sacrifice i’m very willing to make. It’s a small price to pay for your fabulous content!!!

THANKS CAL YOURE THE BEST!!!

HEY!!!!!!!! THANK YOUUUUU <3 SOrry for messing up your emoji page.

Okay here we go....

45 for ⚡️(THEY ARE INDEED ENGAGED):

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 “My kitchen standards? Ridiculously high.”

Eddie chuckles. “I think that’s fair, considering you do almost all the cooking.”

“And we need space to host.” Buck adds. “Like a back deck.”

“We can make a back deck.” Eddie suggests. 

“Deal,” Buck nods. “All I’m saying is don’t expect me to be an easy shopper. I know you don’t care about additional appliance space on the counters, but I am a reasonable man.”

“I can handle it,” Eddie promises.

“I want to paint the bedroom black.” Buck says.

Eddie freezes. “Uh, sorry?”

“I’m fucking with you.” Buck winks. “But this is fun, though.”

Eddie sighs. “I suppose I deserve some light ribbing.”

“You do. But also, I love you. So it’s fine. Can we actually talk about getting married now?”

“We can talk about getting married now,” Eddie smiles. “You’re right, I don’t want to wait over a year.”

“Okay, then let’s grab a calendar.”

🗲🗲🗲

A month later, by the time they’re gathering at Bobby and Athena’s for the promised engagement party, Buck and Eddie have a lot more figured out. They’ve landed on November for a wedding date. Not a typical month to get married, but it works for them. It’s off season, so cheaper to book things. It’s soon, but gives them enough time to put together something quickly. Maddie has called them crazy for their turnaround time, but neither of them wants to delay. Or have bills delaying their other plans. On the other hand, Christopher is quite pleased with their expediency. 

“November 2nd,” Buck tells people again and again at the parties. “Invites literally went into the mail yesterday.” 

It’s a nice party. Eddie’s mom, Abuela, and Sophia fly out. His dad sends his regrets. Apparently they’re not at a good place for being in the same room for extended periods of time but endeavor to be by November. Bobby even managed to invite Connor, Kameron, and the baby. Who Buck supposes is reaching toddler age, actually. 

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24 for 🚨 (yesss he makes a quick appearance):

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“Sorry, what?” He asks eventually.

“Shannon dying hurt you so badly, I didn’t want you to watch it happen to someone else you loved, Eddie.”

Eddie scratches his head. 

“Well, that was the exact wrong way to go about that, Buck. Are you nuts? I don’t love Alan. He was just… He was just kind of an embarrassing phase, really. I love you, if that wasn’t fucking obvious, and-”

“What?” Buck asks. 

“Obviously I love you!” Eddie scolds him. “Buck, be serious. I love you. You can’t die. Not for Alan. Not for anyone. I don’t care if that makes me a sort of unethical firefighter. You can’t die, because you’re in my will in case I die. You can’t die because I want to spend my life with you if I don’t!”

Buck feels suddenly dizzy. He doesn’t know which piece of information to lock in on.

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60 for 🩸:

You are entering at the very end of a rather NSFW part so, uh... Sorry?

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“That was… That was very hot.”

“Oh,” Eddie exhales. “Well, I thought so. But you might be a little weird, then. All things considered.”

Buck laughs. “Shut up.”

Eddie’s still a little shaky. This all feels sort of fantastical. He can’t have really just experienced all that and it be okay? 

“Now I really need a nap,” Buck mumbles, kissing Eddie a final time before turning off the shower. 

Eddie nods a little robotically. 

“I will join you there, too.”

Buck grins. “I should hope so.”

💧💧💧

Buck’s not sure how much he actually sleeps after fooling around with Eddie in the shower. On the one hand, he’s genuinely exhausted. On the other, holy fuck? Like what the actual hell was that and how does he schedule an hour of it a day for the rest of his life? 

He fades in and out of sleep, waking in short bursts to kiss Eddie and grind up against him beneath the covers. Eddie holds him, kisses him back, keeps him close. Sometimes Buck feels the telltale tickle or sharp teeth over skin, and sometimes he doesn’t. Like Eddie is settling into a natural sort of comfortability. It makes Buck happy. Eddie has to hide from so much. He shouldn’t have to hide from Buck.  

When he’s finally, properly awake, just laying in Eddie’s arms, he brings up what he spoke about with Bobby.

“Bobby wants to tell everyone.”

“Tell them?”

“About you and May.”

Eddie pauses for a moment, hands still stroking Buck’s hair. 

“Who is everyone?”

“Hen, Chim, Ravi. Maddie and Karen, too.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. 

“Okay?” 

“Yeah. I’m okay with that.”

“You’re sure?” 

“Life has to go on, right? Chris is back. He’s safe.” Eddie explains. “It’d be nice to have more family back.”

“Okay,” Buck exhales. “I’ll tell him.”

“I’ll be okay,” Eddie assures Buck. “Bobby wouldn’t be suggesting May if he wasn’t sure.”

“That’s true. I know. I’m sorry.”

Eddie brings Buck’s hand to his mouth and kisses it. “We’ll get through it.”

“We’ll get through it,” Buck repeats. 

It’s becoming a mantra of theirs, isn’t it? Buck has to believe it now. He has to believe it, and he has to make it true. He can’t lose this. He can’t lose Eddie. Never again. 

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21 for 🔮 (YEAH IT'S ROUGH SORRY): ---

People in LA either have much better or much worse hair. 

Buck’s confusion might have remained directionless for a long time, if not for the priest. When he starts to speak, Buck’s sense of time in place is severely distorted. But at least he has some idea of what’s going on. 

“Timothy Nash was a God fearing man,” the priest announces.

Buck’s jaw drops. 

Nash? 

He scans the front of the room, for the photo of a man everyone is apparently here to mourn. He finds it. A grainy, almost sepia-looking thing in a big brass frame. A man with kind eyes and a mustache, mid-forties, in a firefighter’s uniform. 

Holy shit. 

But who is Timothy Nash? Bobby’s brother? Hasn’t Bobby always said that he came from a firefighter family? But why would Buck be at Bobby’s brother’s funeral, without Bobby? And isn’t Bobby’s brother older? 

No, this can’t be right. 

The priest goes on to talk about what made Timothy Nash a “God fearing man.” Buck has, personally, always found that language uncomfortable. Maybe those are his own childhood issues with authority coming out, but it’s true.

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27 for 🧟 (DAMN RIGHT):

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The only people who seem excited about everything are Denny and Harry. Denny is thrilled to have another kid, who is only a little older than him. He shows Harry around and the two of them disappear into the library together. 

For everyone else, it’s a little more complicated. 

Karen takes over for Chim on the cameras, and Hen and Chim help May alone. They set her up on a cot in a cool, dark storage closet. One that locks from the outside. 

“I’m sorry but we can’t take any chances,” Bobby explains the decision to Athena. 

Athena looks tense, but doesn’t complain. 

Buck gets a fractured sense of backstory from everyone - because apparently he is the only one who doesn’t know Athena - in the hours that follow. 

Athena was a police sergeant for the county here. Before everything. Around the time Buck started at the fire station, she and her husband split. Buck doesn’t get much intel on that, but apparently it was messy enough that Athena took the kids and went to spend some time with her parents in Florida. While there, the virus broke out. She kept them alive until it was safe enough to start journeying home. Looking for her ex. Her kids’ dad. 

Somewhere along the way, almost here, her daughter got hurt. Buck obviously doesn’t know this woman at all, but he can tell that that fact is killing her. She made a hard decision, took a big risk, and something bad happened. That’s got to fucking suck beyond measure, and he feels for her. He can tell Bobby does, too. Bobby would. With his past. 

Buck brings food for Athena and Harry as they wait for word on May. They eat gratefully.

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24 for 👑 (THANKS!):

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“Well,” she says, reaching into her purse. “I don’t know the timing of your shift or anything, but here.”

She hands him a glossy cardstock invite. 

“My parents throw this huge New Year’s Eve party every year. It’s my first year going in a long time. I kind of hate them, but the food is good, and the music… Maybe… Maybe if the company was better, I’d really enjoy it this year.”

Chim can feel his heart beating in his sternum. 

“You’re inviting me to your parents’ place?” He teases. “Maddie, it’s been one egg tart.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Well, then you’ve got to stop offering girls egg tarts. They get ideas.” 

“This sounds really fun, Maddie.” Chim says seriously. “I’d like to go. I’m just not sure about work.”

“Well,” she shrugs. “Come if you can. I’ll keep an eye out for you.”

“Okay,” he smiles at her. “I’ll see what I can do.”

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As for 27 for 🛞... That has been posted! I wasn't trying to hide it, I just didn't have enough left when I did this haha.

It is this:

IN EXCHANGE, I can offer you 27 of the 🔼 throuple fic, or 27 of my next Gotcha For Gaza one shot prompt fill, which focuses on May. Its emoji will probably be 💐

[cl0sed-doorz]

a/n: one thing about me is all my fics are self self indulgent and not finished so enjoy again to this loser gf (which is a manifestation of me ofc LMFAOOO) and mikey who is breaking up

this is before kanto manji is formed

" i dont want you to end up dead like they did! "

mikey said. fists closed and white from gripping too hard. you're making this too hard, come on and just let me protect you from afar y/n.

you're putting on quite a fight in making him not leave you in the dead of the night in front of your house at 2 am in the morning. good thing your parents isn't here.

telling him you wont go and just let him be. not when he's all alone and you know you're the only anchor he have left in having a normal life.

" you're just a kid mikey. i know that. you need me now more than ever right? i won't leave your side no matter what you say or do. i will stay manjiro i swear. " head hang low and eyes closed to stop your tears.

i won't cry, i won't cry, i won't cry in front of

you. please just let me go y/n. please.

" you're making this too hard y/n. i don't know what will happen to you if i keep on clinging onto you. i, i don't want to see you getting hurt or worse wounding up lifeless in my arms! " mikey said pushing you onto your back, his hands gripping your shoulder.

" do you know what will happen to you if you keep being with me?! you will die! this is what happens to people i care about! " letting go of your shoulders he retreated to his motorcycle to take the stand off. you stopped him and pushed him out before he even get to sit on it. his bike falling in the process.

mikey enraged looked at you. jaw tensing up and eyes pierce through yours. you've never seen this side of mikey before and now you're feeling a chill up your spine. mikey won't hurt me.

" knock it out already! stop this! we're over! don't even try to find me or get back together with me because i am DONE! you hear me?! DONE ALREADY " mikey said pushing you resulting in you losing your footing and falling behind.

mikey didn't dare to look at you while he gets his bike.

you quickly hugged his leg. crying, you look up to him " mikey! mikey! im sorry! im sorry! why do sanzu get to be beside you in all this?! why can't i be there for you too?! please mikey you know what is happening to me, i'm getting worse and worse and you're the only one who keeps me sane, please baby please let me be by your side until the very end. i can't handle this pain! oh i know! i will join your gang! that way we'll still be together right?! please aren't i worthy enough of love that even YOU leave me too?! please dont leave me mikey i beg of you! " you cry and cry, not caring about how desperate or pathetic you look right now. all that runs in your mind is being with him until forever. your life is already in shambles before and unlike him you actually have no one but him.

his heart aches as he watch you beg to not leave him. don't do this to me please. this is already hard for me.

[cybrscreem]

Epic: The Musical inspired OC/CC fic SIGHGGFG

This is a sloppy fic based on a song i adore that reminds me of ocs hhhh

Heres the info and tws, then ill post the story

btw some lyrics are omitted? uhh and the cannon characters are at LEAST a little ooc just because i was having fun with it

Song Inspiration: Little Wolf - Epic the Musical (Wisdom Saga)

Fandom: Death Note (+ OCs)

Antinous = Light Yagami

Telemachus = Rascal Cyrus (younger brother of Royal)

Athena = Ghost (L's spouse)

Penelope = Royal Cyrus (Wife of Noel)

Odysseus = Noel Graves (ghosts son)

Trigger warnings: Misogyny, violence, implied transphobia(?), death of a loved one/parent, murder

Read at your own risk yall SIGH

Rascal Cyrus. The younger brother of Royal Cyrus, who had married Noel Graves. During the Kira case, their small family took the guise of being the parents of Rascal and his sibling Rebel - using aliases of John (Noel), Faith (Royal), Feisty (Rascal), and Frisky (Rebel). 

Light Yagami had already killed Noel. Yet Rascal was ordered by L to be calm and not let his emotions overtake him, which was needless to say, difficult for the young man.

As Rascal kept to himself in the task force, he repeated Noel's words in his head over and over: I will be back for you.

Yeah, right.

He looked up finally as he heard footsteps approaching. Seeing Light, he had to focus on not revealing his anger. The man who’d caused his sister so much pain, the man who had reduced her to a grieving widow in the next room; A sister struggling to keep it together long enough to worry about her siblings.

“So, Feisty, when’s your tramp of a mother gonna choose a new husband?”

“Don’t you dare call her a tramp!”

The words left Lights mouth light and casual, as if Noels death was nothing more than an episode of a television show. Rascal tried desperately to soothe the unparalleled fury that pushed through his bones - failing within a second.

Rascal shouted, face contorted by unconcealed anger and sorrow. His fists clenched, and he looked to Light with nothing but resentment.

Ghost had been watching, curious to see how their grandson would handle such confrontation. Hearing Yagami insult their late son, and his wife, they nodded to Rascal with a terrifyingly calm gaze.

“I just did. What are you gonna do about it, champ?”

“I’ll fucking kill you.”

Rascal whispered, voice shaking as he tried to gather his racing thoughts.

Wanna entertain me?

“Really?”

Light hissed, voice adorned with amusement and doubt,

“Then… Fight, little wolf, fight

Bite, little wolf, bite

Let’s see how you take this

Strike, little wolf, strike

Wanna be a man? Then

It happened quickly, Light had Rascal by the hair, tossing him to the ground and glaring.

fight, little wolf, fight, little wolf, fight!”

“You’ve made your worst mistake here,

Might be your last one too.

You’ll have run out of bones to break

When you and I are through

I’ll teach you all the lessons 

Your daddy never could

This cruel world doesn’t give out presents

“Fight, little wolf, fight

Just for being good, so,”

Light pulled Rascal up again, hand wrapped around his throat as he held the Cyrus sibling in the air mockingly.

Wanna entertain me?

Bite, little wolf, bite

Let’s see how you take this

Strike, little wolf, strike

Wanna be a man? Then

Fight, little wolf, fight, little wolf, fight!”

He shoved Rascal down again, kicking him in the stomach with all the force he could muster.

“Or, Die, little wolf, die,

Don’t you know its fight or 

Fly, Little wolf, fly, all because you had to 

Try, Little wolf, try

Run away before you 

Light was shoved back by Ghost, who then held him down as they addressed Rascal;

Die, little wolf, die, little wolf, die!”

“Need some help?”

“Is your plan to sit there? Because I suggest fighting back.”

“I don’t understand.”

Ghost released Light and stepped back to the sidelines,

“I dont know how..”

“Uppercut, now.”

Rascal did as Ghost said, shaking with fear and anger. It landed, and Light was knocked back with blood seeping from his nose.

Ghost nodded to Rascal, a faint smile hitting their expression.

“Fight, little wolf, fight

Show them that you've got some

Bite, little wolf, bite

Take advantage now and

Strike, little wolf, strike

Don't go down without a

Fight, little wolf, fight, little wolf

Get up and fight”

Rascal continued his fight, letting his emotions push him forward and the adrenaline take control. When Light stopped moving, he slumped over and let a few tears fall.

Ghost put a hand on Rascals shoulder, trying to be comforting

“Fuck you.”

He whispered, taking a deep breath

“Noel would be proud, standing up for your sister like that. Good job.”

[baby-xemnas]

ramble time dududu

as a canonfag i rly gotta contend with odas choices regarding bepo and his "usefulness" in fights, since he really doesnt care to make him look serious or cool im trapped within that area and gotta build headcanons in accordance to the scripture

all this bs is just to say that i love the idea that bepo going "sorry i wasnt of any help" is such a unacceptable topic, and law cut that train of thought so quickly and harshly in the past - so at this point bepo doesnt bring it up to him ever anymore. its a thing of the past (until im proven otherwise by canon- unlikely)

Especially regarding his personal value - bepo have not forgotten how hard law fought to help him build his self esteem, going back to old self bashing habits would be hurtful and ungrateful! bepo stays strong for him. Bepo did have moments of feeling useless but that was along with the rest of the crew, a communal frustration.

When it comes to fights and law rejecting the idea that bepo doesnt fight hard enough or is not useful enough, "making law do all the work" i love imagining law Hating that bepo could think that he Has To fight. No. No thats awful. What is good of law himself being strong if it cant keep his most important people away from danger. Its not about bepo not being strong enough or that law thinks bepo cant handle the hurt - oh he knows. He knows he can handle anything if its for his sake, and the thought is very Not Fun to law (ty wano moment that led nowhere for giving us law saying "My nakama would rather die than talk, dont you dare underestimate them" when they were captured. mwah)

So yes its canon typical fun time violence and such and its not seen that way, but i have to do my logic dance around bepo taking a back seat and passing out like the shounen heroine he is. But im imagining law as a teen being Very Serious when confronted with bepo's apologetic "sorry i couldnt help you and you did everything yourself" - law telling him straight up and very bluntly that if it were up to him - he wishes bepo didnt have to fight at all. and if bepo says something about "having law's back" he would simply say that bepo does, as it is true. he and the rest - they make him strong. They had plenty of those talks because bepo's insecurities dont just understand things first try.

Idk if this is coherent at all im having my classic ramble before bed but its a thought. Law as the sole powerhouse of the crew being very willing to take on that burden and with a firm stance theres no Need for bepo or any other member of his family to fight, and god forbid protect him.

[800omega]

sometime early last year i created an alien original character to cartoonize how i view the world. venty rambling mad man style under the cut

with autism, my experience feels almost subhuman. as though i wasn't given the handbook to how to human properly. i've always connected with characters that didn't really understand humanity that well. werewolves, vampires, angels, aliens, etc.

with how much i enjoy the stereotypical little green/gray alien you'd think i'd be much into space. when i was younger my school would take us on a field trip to a planetarium nearly ever year. maybe it was because other students didnt seem to grasp the concepts that well i don't know. but i would learn pretty fast. so i grew bored of repetition and eventually grew to find astronomy boring.

that unfortunately happens to me a lot. i find myself interested in so many things but when i seek them out in an educational setting, i grow bored and frustrated. i dont understand human ways of educating. i can't stand it.

thats not the topic of this blurb though. i had gotten better at my charade. people didn't find me weird or disturbing anymore. i still think back sometimes to irl friends saying they're terrified of me. and i can tell now that i am too much for some of my colleagues to handle.

i go through trial and error for how i must act. and it is almost.. tiring.

so i guess i draw this guy to cope. he's come back in my mind in the past few weeks because i recently dyed my hair green. a friend mentioned that when she sees the color she thinks of me. and all of my green stuff. my airpod case is an alien. i bought a green phone case to match (though i havent used it yet because this one isnt completely broken yet. but its close) i have 2 inflatable green aliens of various sizes. its become my brand to be seen as this.. unearthly thing. i guess i cannot complain when i see myself as just an imposter in human skin.

this character doesn't technically have a name. i imagine his species doesn't have them. or maybe its just in a language we do not understand. but i called him joshua when he's disguised. i wanted just some plain name. though i think i want to change it to neo. i think he would like the matrix a lot. understanding feeling different. i think he would like neo a lot.

names have always been a weird thing to me. a word we rely on and relate to deeply. i relate to mine, in some ways. at one point it served me quite a lot of joy. but in the past year or two i've gone through so many extra names that also felt, at the time, relatable. they're just titles i don't care for now. the one i use now is just one i've decided to keep out of some reason i can't quite place. i like neo as well i think. a lot of people who don't know me well call me neo because they don't care enough to look deeper into me. i believe it fits the tiring human persona i put on for people

i honestly dont know what im talking about at this point. i was finishing another piece that ended up ugly and at some point i just took the markers and just went ham. my brain started monologuing and i was like fuck, if i dont get this out of my brain i will surely die. it wont stop talking if i dont get it out somewhere. so i quickly drew the doodles up top and called it a day.

point is, green green green...,.,, i couldve been such a scientist if i was human! i'm hugely into anatomy and biology but i grew up in the south so my educational system was, and is, fucked! i cannot enjoy biology anymore because my teacher in high school was mega christian and did not enjoy teaching half of the subjects!!!! i cant stand anatomy because my CLASSMATES WRRE ALL MORONS THEY JUST DIDNT WANT TO TAKE PHYSICS I WANTED TO BE THERE I WANTED TO DISSECT THE FUCKING HEART . but i was paired with girls who were too scared.

when my tablet is charged enough i'll draw the alien in a much better setting. and color him. and draw his girlfriend he has a girlfriend. i need to figure out why i keep giving me characters women partners when im mostly attracted to masculine figures but thats a discussion for a different day

enjoy my descent into madness ill return tomorrow