#based on my partner erm.......

[3scapethevoid]

Weirdcore + dreamcore IDs!

[PT; Weirdcore + dreamcore IDs!]

I've seen other people do this so I wanted to do it myself! I hope this helps someone out! ;)

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THEMED SYS NAMES︔︉ What's In The Eye?, The Mycelium Patch, They Who Are watching, The Rose Vine, No Exit Subway

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THEMED NAMES︔︉ Shrum/Shroom, Vortex, Void, Dream, Daisy, Eyes, Spotty, Haven, Spookie/Spooky/Spook, Arch, Ocula, Exite, Luminal, Echo, Daze, Cloudy/Cloudi, Glitchy/Glitch, Error, Enigma, Matrix, Bug, Flaw, Portal, Serene, Mirage, Illusion, Apparition, Chimera, Delusion, Angel, Sunny, Socket, Telle, Sky, Deja, Unknown, Nobody, Nothing, Nameless

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THEMED PRONOUNS︔︉ eye/eyes, dream/dreams, weird/weirds, vor/tex, cloud/clouds, odd/odds, lost/losts, mush/shroom, voi/void, strange/stranges, deranged/derangeds, tooth/tooths, tele/vision, tv/tvs, static/statics, glitch/glitchs, error/errors, no/exit, flower/flowers, watcher/watchers, clock/clocks, eerie/eerie, deja/vu, familiar/familiars, nostalgia/nostalgias, where?/where?s, ?/?s, th?y/th?m, ?t/?ts, it/its, daze/dazes, rem/ember, entity/entitys, being/beings, thing/things, creature/creatures, that/that things

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THEMED GENDERS︔︉ limipoolin, liminalforestic, liminalsnowic, liminalspacestalgic, snowyroadic, entityshiftic, these four playlist related ones, weldislocatic, phoshorrovial, lullacreeputic, oldtelevisionic, eyerose, limindream, horrostalgic, foundfootagehorroric, myceriane, eyegender, oculagoric, wanderographic, limiaunévo, kenodigilic, creepylostmediaic, kenophochoric!

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[princsstwilightsparkl]

saying "if aroace people can date, then can lesbians date men?" is absolutely aphobic narrative btw!

[bug-slappy]

sharing my opinion here about serizawas design inconsistencies over time (spoilers for mp100 ending) i feel like in each new rendition of serizawa weve seen in official art ever since the start of S3 something feels off in a different way with every new merch release

lets start here ⬇ serizawa looks like,, himself. accurate to how hes drawn since his first anime appearance

⬇⬇⬇ and then slowly,,, things start to look off. his jawline is slowly getting slimmer, his eyes look wider (same with mobs too)

AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THESE. especially the one on the right my god. who is that

every new promo art that comes out just feels very careless. I think you could say so for all the characters (mobs giant eyes, reigens waist getting skinnier/pointier features. the PROMO art of dimple that was literally FULLY TRACED OFF OF A TEMU PIRATE HALLOWEEN COSTUME. they all look bad here)

it just feels a little depressing how little they seem to care anymore, like theyre just trying to pump out merch without bothering to use a character reference.

i notice the changes the most with serizawa. every promo art looks like theyre playing a game of telephone. each version of him is based on the last, instead of his initial design (shown below)

at the end of S2, when reigen cuts serizawas hair, he still looks like himself. they did a great job of showing "how serizawa would look underneath his moustache and big hair". In S3 it feels like they've lost that mentality completely. like he's no longer based off of his original design, but an entirely new reference of his salary man look. some comparisons between S3 vs S2 and OVA down below

I find that the line weight in S3 is much heavier and unfocused. but what bothers me most of all is that... Serizawa looks different in nearly every scene... as if they're undecided on what he should look like. the shape of his nose and jaw, his hair all change depending on the episode entirely.

The art style change for S3 was meant to be "more accurate to the manga", but I find that it had the opposite effect. especially how serizawas and ritsus eye shapes changed. ritsus large pupils and serizawas more almond shaped eyes were more reflective of their manga designs there are plenty of inconsistences in S1 and 2, but they're clearly done with purpose to reflect on ONEs art style (my beloved). I feel like the thinner lines allow more room for detail and extreme facial expressions that truly hold a candle to ONEs insane talent for capturing emotions.

these ^^^ compared to..

erm.. this.. ⬇

just felt very underwhelming... and serizawa certainly does mellow out once he starts working at S&S, but that doesn't mean that there's less opportunity for detailed expressions !!

the yokai fight scene was beautifully made i have no qualms.. but the amount of serizawa lore and dialogue in the manga that got cut from the anime just made him look like a cardboard cut out standing behind everyone. lots of funny and interesting moments cut to make room for the moefication of serizawa katsuya..

I feel like there's a lot of important moments that were cut, (reigen "i hope i can become a partner like that" arataka, serizawa "ive had a similar experience myself" katsuya )

or sad, intense scenes that were made lighthearted (the body improvement club trying to help mob, mob and ??? dialogue being cut, reigen removing his shoes in the final arc made to be meant for better grip rather than... his passively suicidal tendencies )

i think the people at bones are very talented dont get me wrong, i just felt like S3 could have been adapted better. this keeps me up at night its like 1am :) anywhosies thank you for listening to my ted talk i love you

[punksocks]

Astrology observations No.18 (18+ Only)

No minors! Adults only pls

Just based off my experiences, only take what resonates

-theory that Virgo/Scorpio/Capricorn mars are most likely to make you finish in a way you didn’t know you could before

-Capricorn mars need to take it slow during intimacy or at least at a pace they can control, sometimes they’ll get overwhelmed and erm.. lose focus if it’s not going at a pace they can control

-I feel like Capricorn/Libra Mars/Moon are most likely to try to f*ck the stress away

-Do not try to seduce a Libra/Taurus Mars with a dirty bedroom or when you’re smelling bad, Venusian Mars signs will get turned off by the unpleasantness

-Dont try to seduce a Virgo mars without having your shit together (this varies but don’t be a total mess —but do have a few problems lol it’s lowkey hard mode)

-Aries/Scorpio mars are most likely to f*ck someone they hate. (Scorpio could do this to get the upper hand)

-Leo Mars wants to be the most memorable partner you’ve ever had

-Cancer always gets t*tties as the thing they’re into but cancer and Taurus mars (and debatably Cancer and Taurus moon too) are usually drawn to more shapely/curvy people

-to get a Virgo mars to get into you’ve got to often have a quiet it factor, something understated that would get you positive attention -these dudes love a lady in the streets/a freak in the sheets imo (grain of salt bc most Virgo mars I’ve dated have had Leo placements lol)

-Gemini mars will come onto you with small talk and witty banter

-12th house synastry will have someone showing up in your dreams to seduce you (yeah I think this is so weird lol)

-8th house synastry will make you do bold and scandalous stuff but 7th house synastry gives wifey/boyfriend chemistry (sleeping together because they comforted you after a long day, someone knowing and embracing your k*nks, etc)

-Lilith synastry makes or breaks a sensual connection. I used to think it corrupted dudes but that was when I was too young to hold men accountable lol. It’s like if someone had any sketchy motives it shines a light on them.

-uranus overlays could point to someone wanting to try novel k*nks with you or flirting with you digitally (s*xting, n*des)

-mars square mars chemistry could lead to a very handsy, passionate, physical relationship. (Sudden quickies and that sort of thing)

-I only dated (in quotes) a few cancer mars, they were even more like “I want it more when I can’t have it” than some air mars I knew imo

-fire and water Lilith may have something similar about guys coming onto you when you’re angry/upset? (A guy tried to get me to come to his hotel room when I was lost and on my way to find family : 0 I was like ay yo wtf.)

[diluckissrr]

Hey guys welcome back to my channel

Halbarry spy au based on a fic my friend wrote for me 🫶

I havent uh...done hals character sheet yet but ill add it later

Okay lore time:

This is sort of a combination between the cw flash show and the comics because my friend only knows the cw show

Iris, Barry and Hal all work under the same spy agency (i guess its a version of the justice league but i think i need a diff name for it).

Barry "flash" allen is an agent well known for his agility and efficiency, and yk he loves a plan!

Specialty is cryptography and tracking people down (forensics background)

Picked up some code and info gathering from iris. B + I work really well together because they understand each other's fields and also are BFFs (yay!)

I like to think hed be interested by new technologies and gadgets because hes a nerd

Not a very good liar, Iris has tried to teach him her tricks and he has. sort of improved?

Iris "dutch" west is like the woman in the chair. (I named her dutch becuz of the dutch iris flower, its very pretty you should look it up).

She's known for digging up information and learns a lot abt the clients/targets/whatever so that her agents are best prepared (barry loves this). S

Works behind the scenes during operations to make sure everything goes smoothly

Very good at manipulation and getting things out of people.

Wanted to be a field operative but Joe wouldn't let her (its apparently dangerous or something...🙄). She does occasionally go on little unofficial missions that only barry knows about because a girls gotta have her fun!!!

Joe is some sort of supervisor for the agency btw. 👍

Hal "highball" jordan!!! Hal is overall a very skilled agent. He's a creative and unpredictable fighter, plus he's able to think quickly on his feet.

He really enjoys the risk of the job and sometimes gets a bit too into it which can cause some erm. predicaments. But hey! quick thinking!

His impulsiveness has put many of his partners in danger due to their inability to keep up with him.

Charismatic (rizz!!), helps him on missions that require a little people shmoozing.

Many people underestimate his actual ability and think he has gotten to where he is by nepotism/sleeping his way up but hes a very hard and ambitious worker

side note: Carol ferris is a higher up and after she and Hal broke up she sent him on really dangerous jobs out of spite. "haha yup almost died. shes so funny <3"

Barry sort of gets paired with hal as damage control and is NOT very happy about it because he thinks hal is incredibly annoying and impulsive. Hal is also not very happy about it because he thinks Barry is uptight and a goody-two-shoes. They are both not wrong!!

Because of Joe and Barry propaganda, Iris doesn't really like Hal at first but likes teasing Barry about working with him. Eventually hal wins her over

Barry can be a bit of a control freak in terms of sticking to the plan so working with hal forces him to loosen up and become more adaptable. I think Hal learns to appreciate Barry for his skill and respects his work ethic. He really trusts Barry and eventually goes along with his plans (even if he knows they won't go perfectly, but thats what improv is for). I think as they work together they build a really strong trust between them like 'Ik u wont let me die! thanks a lot xoxo'. imagine them gayly and clichely driving away from a mission in a cool convertible with the radio on. yeahhh!

[filurig]

its been a while but new pareidolia creature!! ive been thinking of making these for a while. in case u don't know what an älgfrode is (a bit more of a niche nordic mythology creature), an älgfrode (or elgfróði in icelandic) was mentioned in hrólfs saga kraka, one of the old norse hero sagas. while the context for that was one specific character i just wanted to make moose people..

more info abt my creatures below the cut...

they wear more clothes than in the ref this is just to show their anatomy LOL. clothing is actually very important to them and textiles will almost always have a role in any tradition/significant social event. their textilework is very renowed and is one of the trades that cause some other vättar to want to trade with them as mentioned in the ref!

one potential reason for their high level of defensiveness is that their species suffers from a higher than average infant mortality rate - with time, this mortality rate has lowered from what it used to be, but when the species first appeared, it wasn't unusual for a mother to have to give birth to many calves before one even made it to adulthood. this rooted a deep set vigilance in them - even now that the rates have stabilised a bit. the high mortality rate was probably due to the affected "shift" gene sometimes activating improperly which could result in stillborns. with time and selective pressure new gene mutations would arise in the species that "counteracted" the instability of the first initial one and made the infant mortality decrease. it is, however, still a little higher than usual for similar species, and so it is traditionally encouraged to have many children.

gender roles for älgfroder are interesting - there is a strong sense of "equal strength", or "laorhgr" in älgfrode, which is important. while males are usually slightly larger than females, there is emphasis on the importance on a pair being able to stand their ground both physically and emotionally to the other and a relationship can only go ahead if a spar between two älgfroder is fair. this extends to an interesting dynamic that involves polyamory. älgfroder can be both monogamous and polyamorous, however polyamorous relationships often only arise when there is a big physical differential between two parties. the belief is that if one party is stronger than the other, that strength can be equalised if the other party is accompanied a second partner of similar strength - usually this happens between one strong male and two females on the smaller end. that way the resulting relationship has achieved "laorhgr". this ofc varies as everything does but ya. basically if you are a big strong älgfrode dating a small petite älgfrode it's seen as shameful and barbaric. there is also a bias to heterosexual relationships as it is seen as an important social duty to at least successfully raise one calf.

dhukohr are the more commonly occuring intersex condition in älgfrodar, but there is an equivalent to it for "males" where they fail to grow antlers and have very small dewlaps due to low testosterone levels - those are usually referred to as kvikohr. they are often recognised as their own gender respectively however there are many that identify as men/women too. some of these dhukohr/kvikohr are actually moreso trans than intersex - simply having utilized faerie dust in order to transition. this can be a bit of an ordeal though because usually this requires being administered it by a tomte which, depending on the settlment, can be a tense negotiation, although individuals usually have a less hard time with that.

älgfrodar and bäckahästar can hybridise and do sometimes produce fertile offspring! i would have to think more about this though erm. but i think it does and can happen. there is a sense of rare camraderie between the two species in many cases but especially so between älgfrodar and bäckahäst communities that choose to spend more time as their faun shift than their base shift - in fact a few of these bäckahästar choose to integrate into certain älgfrode settlements, but this is more of a rare occurance. most bäckahästar that possess "unishift" clothing have actually had them made by älgfrodar, or at least had the fabric sourced from them

[illubean]

Valorant Protocol as Highschool Stereotypes

Characters: Chamber, Gekko, Iso, Jett, Killjoy, Neon, Phoenix, Raze, Sage, Skye, Viper, Yoru Type: Headcanons

HAHA help me valorant brainrot >.< also this is based off of my hs experience soooo yeah

Warnings: none

Chamber

your typical pretty boy

all the girls love him all the boys hate him

well...most of the girls love him

they follow him around to classes or offer him gifts or ask to sit with him at lunch etc.

and he eats up the attention every time

he's lab partners with Viper in Environmental Sciences and he likes trying to flirt with her

she actually hates him btw

Gekko

canonically he skateboards

but honestly? I can see him being on the dance team

he's so high energy, he needs some sort of outlet

he never misses an opportunity to show off his dance moves

homecoming? prom? he is the center of the dance circle

like Raze, he doesn't know how popular he is

he's just happy to have so many good friends that it doesn't even actually occur to him that he's considered "popular"

Iso

he's an ap art kid

like he walks around with a big ass sketchbook every day

always talking about his portfolio

Iso baby ily but please shut the fuck up about oil paints <3

he probably volunteered part of his summer break to come in and paint a mural for the school

I think he'd also take a piano class as like a schedule filler but he actually gets crazy good at it

Jett

pe tryhard

if you end up on the opposite team as her while playing dodge ball good luck 😓

she's always picked as team captain because literally no one else is excited as she is

she's sorta like Hairo from Saiki K 💀

she gets a lil mad when her teammates don't try

Killjoy

she's in robotics club

she's not very popular but that doesn't bother her at all

she heads straight to and from every class and spends her lunch period in the workshop unless Raze drags her off somewhere

not a lot of people actually know who she is, and if they do they just know her as 'Raze's Friend'

i think she'd remind the teacher about the homework and hit you with the "erm actually 🤓" tbh

Neon

she's on track and field/cross country

after every meet you can find her laying on the floor somewhere ready to puke bc she tries so hard to win 😭

she always ends up top 5 tho

she complains about practice but joins the team every year anyways

she carries her bag around all the time and if you open it there's like 10 water bottles in there

#hydratedqueen

Phoenix

theater kid DUHH

he's probably drama club president or sumn

bro will NOT let go of a specific song from a musical he was in his freshman year and it wasn't even his song 💀

he's been in every show every year and somehow he manages to land every role he wants

he's insanely good at the game 'bang' (mostly because he's louder than everyone else...)

he probably plans/hosts the cast parties too

Raze

she doesn't care much about her grades

she does the bare minimum and gets straight Cs

she's just here to have fun

everyone likes her because of her approachable personality

she doesn't think she's popular but she is

Sage

she's in the medical assistant class

she takes it very seriously, as she plans on going to medical school

even before taking the class she carries a first aid kit and other essentials everywhere she goes

you need a bandaid? ibuprofen? a pad or tampon? she has it all

she's also ASB president

school events literally would not be able to run without her

lets just say her college applications/resume will look REALLY good...

Skye

she also took medical assistant but was less crazy about it than Sage

she just follows her friend's lead

she thinks the skills are useful but she doesn't see herself making it her career

but also I think she would play volleyball

she's a well rounded player but specializes most in defense

still, don't underestimate her bc this girl can SPIKE

Viper

she took every ap science class offered without taking the general ones first

she complains about getting any grade below an A...

"What are you talking about? That test was easy"

sorry not everyone is as smart as you Sabine 😑

she spends all her free time at chem tutoring (even though she doesn't need it)

Yoru

he thinks he looks cool and mysterious when he walks down the halls but he doesn't

everyone just thinks his mad all the time and stay out of his way 😭

randos try to pick fights with him bc he "looked at them wrong" (Yoru wins every time)

he's not exactly a 'quiet kid' but he does lay low when it comes to the social part of school

despite his 'bad boy' look, he has pretty good grades

he's also probably one of those guys that a handful of girls have a crush on but he has no idea

[milunalupin]

Hi! It’s so cute what you’ve written about Regulus. Could I request a blurb about Regulus being so smitten with reader that he pretty much forgets how to breathe and therefore never answers whenever she talks to him? Either with them already dating or just being classmates ☺️

Hope you have a lovely day!

sorry for the wait lovely, i hope you enjoy !! :)

— take my breath away

regulus black x reader ★ 1.1k words

Divination is shit. A complete load of dragon shit. There's no hard research behind it, no factual information, just conclusions based off of feelings. Regulus doesn't understand visions and wanting to know what's to come. He's has his future planned out for him, so what were tea leaves and crystal balls going to do for him?

Continue the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black family legacy, be the perfect son and the top student in every class. Easy enough for Regulus, except for being 3rd in Divination because he "lacked natural aptitude". How ridiculous. Lucky for him his parents were far more focused on him doing well in Charms and Potions than reading tarot cards and interpreting dreams.

The one thing he doesn't mind seeing during this period was you, someone he could never dream of having the pleasure to call his. You weren't born into a pureblood family, and weren't even close to rivaling him academically. He doesn't ever recall seeing you at a quidditch match either, at least not when Slytherin was playing. With your effortless beauty and blinding smile, he's confident he would have noticed you among the others in the stands.

Regulus doesn't know when he started to crush on you, it just kind of happened. One day he started to notice small things about you, from your baby blue nail polish to your lavender perfume that did everything but calm his heartrate. He would pass by your table on the way to his own and see you reading what he assumed to be muggle poetry. The quiet Slytherin would look for those same muggle poetry books in the library late at night. He liked it when the sun sometimes shone right on your face, your eyes squinting and nose scrunching adorably. You would often mumble haikus and villanelles to yourself during class, plush lips moving quietly as you stared out the window, in your own world.

Just like today, you hovered over your parchment, your quill moving in a way that it was obvious that you were not taking notes on the lecture being given. The professor noticed your distracted state, calling your name out. "Please tell us all what ovomancy is."

"It's.. erm.." you giggled nervously, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Sorry Professor, I wasn't paying attention."

Regulus held back a lovesick sigh, smiling to himself as you continued to doodle on your parchment as soon as the professor sighed and turned their back. As lucky as he wished he was, he wasnt daft enough to believe he was your only admirer.

Edgar Bones was a charming guy. Regulus wonders what was so funny about him that he had you giggling behind your hand, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his quill a little too tight. Every table was assigned a different method, so while he and his partner were busy taking notes on capnomancy, you and Bones were having fun with palmistry. The bitter Slytherin supposed the smoke he felt coming out of his ears meant jealousy, watching Edgar asking to hold your hand to see if he can read it that way.

"Merde, ça n'a rien à voir avec.." he hissed, his anger turning to yearning as he craved to be the one holding your hand.

Ah, less-- less bright

Are the stars of night

Than the eyes of the radiant girl!

And never a flake

That the vapor can make

With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,

Can vie with the modest Eulalie's

most unregarded curl-

Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's

most humble and careless curl.

Regulus Black feels pathetic, writing love notes like a little schoolboy. Especially if his parents found out he was quoting muggle poetry. But there he was in the corner of the library, copying down yet another poem to leave on your table at the beginning of your next shared class.

He arrived early to Divination, quickly setting his folded parchment on your table and then sitting at his own. It's been weeks since he began to anonymously leave you poetry, too shy to talk to you face to face. You always read the letter and put it into your school bag, so hopefully you were keeping them and not tossing them out later when no one was watching. Regulus' knee bounced under the table as the other students started to file in, his eyes darting between the door and the folded parchment he left for you. He decided to get started on his next letter, hunching over his parchment to get the words just right.

Regulus was too distracted by perfecting his penmanship to notice you walk into the classroom and watch as he gently placed today's poem on your table. You smiled to yourself and went to your seat, tracing your beautifully written name with your finger. You had felt flattered when you first started receiving the letters, assuming that it had been your flirty class partner Edgar, but quickly realized that he wasn't the type to do such a thing.

"Your cursive letters weren't this perfect when you first started leaving me poetry, have you been practicing for me Regulus Black?"

Regulus gasps a little too fast, choking in surprise at your discovery. He turns away to cough into his sleeve like the proper boy he is. You grinned at the young heir, picking up his newest letter he had been working on.

His eyes widened and frantically waved his hands, trying to take the letter back but you held it behind you out of his reach. "You don't have to read th—"

"Shut up Regulus."

He placed his hands back in his lap, his ears burning red as you read his letter in front of him, the corners of your mouth turning upwards. Regulus felt himself holding his breath, knowing he had to say something now or sit there looking like a fool. He took a quick breath and kept his eyes on the parchment as he rushed his words out. "Perhaps, we could go to the library one day and read poetry together?"

He shouldn't have looked up because he felt himself lose oxygen again when he saw your enchanting self was smiling cheekily down at him.

"Or we could go down by the lake and you could read me some of your favorites?"

Regulus agrees with a shy nod and makes a mental note to use the Bubble-Head charm in case he forgets to breathe. He'll forget all about the charm later when your head is laying sleepily on his shoulder as he recites old poetry from his journal.

[brogurt]

VRO I NEED UPDATES ON THE HEAVY RAIN COMIC PLEASSSE it's hard being a surviving heavy rain fan out here,,, I saw my own comrades fall with my own eyes [all posted heavy rain content in 2022 - 2023]

okay so erm.... there are two comics related to heavy rain that i've been (off and on) working on: norman's introduction to tripto (aka him meeting jack, his canonical partner) + ethan and norman post game.

there's some frames missing of norman running late to the FBI presentation on ARI, but here:

as norman surveys the condo, his relationship with both jack and tripto are revealed (when i get around to it....). This was to make up for the lack of DLC as this is based off some of the dev notes/planning.

i've posted a lot more about the other comic, of which has a much less coherent storyline.

mostly just ethan coming to terms with madison's portrayal of his and his son's story, (aka me trying to make sense of madison's motivation considering her ptsd from her time in iraq being completely ignored in the game. hated how maternal david cage made her.... i could write paragraphs).

also, ethan seeking some sort of closure after the ordeal by reaching out to the one person who also stopped at nothing to save his son.... the only other person who can even begin to understand what he went through.

norman convincing himself these conversations are solely for ethan's sake. his work all consuming, every case an excuse to dig that pit of his deeper. he refuses to slow down and give himself a moment to breathe, initially refusing to allow himself this "outlet".

tripto being such a significant factor in norman's past relationship lends itself to hesitancy on his part. i'm leaning towards norman continuing to use ARI but eventually quitting once he realizes he's affecting ethan/shaun in the same way jack was affecting him with his usage:

a fic called "interstate" by machinavellian inspired some aspects, along with an unfinished fic "standing out on the edge before the fall" by onstrangetides.

here are some misc. stuff i don't think i posted.

i've got an entire folder of scribbles that i have to find if you want (like ethan getting a father's day card, etc.).

[prismscrispcorner]

erm who's this DIVA

is this that partner for Melvin you wanted @ermwhatthefilp1/hj

Their name is Willow or some shit idk I don't like naming my characters <3

Bro just pulled up and wouldn't leave so Melvin was just like "fuck it we ball"

They were based off of Sarah Beckem bc I love her <3

Her rizz score is in the negatives (GET OUT) unless she's talking abt food

W: hey bbg you look delico- I mean gorgeous or something

Live Melvin reaction

in all serious she would never eat him smh

Will likes to stand in the hallway to gaslight people into thinking they saw something and then disappearing when they look again

probably knows Mack's location but would NOT tell Melvin's blind ass (save him)

She works as a factory worker probably. Carrying the heavy stuff n shit

"Damn I can't find my concrete slab anywhere

"You're WHAT"

her ass isn't ever even invited Melvin just lets her stay bc atp why the hell not (she wont leave)

She does care about him but for some reason she cant just say that shit so she does weird stuff to get his attention (she just like me FRFR)

The moment Melvin starts yapping she already has a mic to his lips n shit wtf

"Speak yo shit mel"

"Wtf"

LMAO

[fluff-a-nutter]

Serial Designstion N’s FoolProof Cure for A Bad Day

“Uuuuuuuughhhh!!”

N looked over as his partner Uzi, flopped face first onto the ratty old sofa in their room. He set down his sketchbook, being careful not to smudge the still damp paints.

“Hey. You okay?”

He asked, walking over.

Uzi mumbled something incoherent into the cushion.

“Understandable.”

N said, even though he didn’t have the slightest idea what Uzi had said. He reached over and patted her on the head.

Uzi looked up at him with a miserable pout.

“I hate school, my teachers can bite me.”

She said. N frowned.

“I take it the essay didn’t get graded as you’d hoped?”

Uzi huffed.

“I got a C!! A goddamn C, N!”

N blinked. That wasn’t a horrible grade.

“But… it’s a passing grade, right? It’s not like you’re flunking the class.”

Uzi looked at him like he’d lost his mind.

“N I spent weeks on this essay! I worked so hard! All for a C! It should’ve at least gotten a B!”

N patted her head as she went on to rant about the unfairness of the class and how she deserved better. By the time she was finished, she was out of breath.

N dared to speak.

“Do you need anything?”

Uzi sighed, her shoulders slumping.

“Actually…. I could use a back rub if you wouldn’t mind.”

Even though she’d had them for a few months now, Uzi was still getting used to the extra weight of wings on her back. Sometimes they made her back ache, so back rubs were a saving grace.

N smiled.

“Sure!”

He chirped, pleased to be able to help.

“Come here! You can lay on my lap!”

Uzi smiled gratefully and laid across his lap on her stomach, using her arms as a pillow.

N smiled softly.

“Comfy?”

Uzi nodded.

“Mhm. Very. You’re oddly comfortable to lay on.”

N laughed, rubbing her back. The way Uzi melted and sighed against him reminded him of sleepy cat. Just adorable. He half expected her to start purring.

Uzi allowed her eyes to drift shut as she relaxed in N’s lap. Robo-God, how was he so good at back rubs? Did have some sort of special programming? She was completely blissed out.

N smiled, his hands working up to the base of Uzi’s wings. But she stiffened, causing him to pause.

“Oh biscuits, I’m sorry! Did I hurt you, Zi?”

Uzi opened her eyes and looked at him. Her visor had faint glowing lines on her cheeks— she was blushing.

“Huh? Oh no, I’m okay N. My wings are just— erm- sensitive.”

N stares at her, processing her words. Was she— oh no way! Biscuits, this was gonna be fun.

“Uzi,”

N said, unable to keep the grin off his face.

“By sensitive do you mean…. Ticklish?”

Uzi’s whole visor lit up bright purple.

“What- god no! Why would I- ugh- bite me!”

N’s grin widened.

“You know, lying isn’t nice, Uzi.”

“I’m not lying, you goober!”

“Name calling isn’t nice either.”

N wasn’t actually mad, but he wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity to mess with Uzi. Before she could say anything more, N shoved his hands under her wings, tickling her, gently of course.

Uzi screeched, arching her spine.

“Dammnit N!! Stop it!”

She tried, she really tried not to laugh, but N was tickling her too much.

N beamed, his tail wagging. He loved making her laugh. It made him happy.

“Stop squirming, silly! I can’t tickle you if you’re moving!”

“Th-that- ahahahaha- that’s the point, dummy!”

N pouted at her dramatically.

“Dummy?! Rude! I thought you loved me!”

He tickled her harder, pressing his thumbs in the spots just under her wings, causing Uzi to cackle.

Then, something even cuter happened.

Uzi. Snorted.

N stopped tickling her abruptly, his visor, literally, displaying heart eyes.

“Oh. My. Biscuits! You snort?! That’s the cutest thing ever!!!”

Uzi blushes bright purple, covering her mouth.

“Bite me! It’s not cute! Not at all- N!!! Ahahaha- snort- stop tickling me!”

N grinned, having started tickling her again, this time on her sides.

“No can do, Zi! Not until I hear a few more of those cute snorts.”

Uzi cackles, squirming and wriggling in N’s lap, her face heating up each time she snorted.

After a solid 5 minutes, N decided to stop since Uzi had started wheezing and hiccuping.

“Hehehe- goober….. you’re mean!”

N laughed at Uzi’s giggle-drunk statement. He knew she didn’t mean it.

“Haha, yup I know! But hey, at least I made you feel better!”

And the strange part was, Uzi did feel better. Much better.

“Heh, yeah, I guess you did, you goober.”

Uzi paused, then smirked.

“But do you know what would make me feel even better?”

N tilted his head like a puppy.

“What?”

In one quick motion, Uzi flipped so she was pinning N down, grinning evilly.

“Revenge.”

It really was true. Laughter was the best medicine.

And N’s laugh could’ve cured cancer.

First MD fic!! I do ship Nuzi, but if that’s not your thing, this could be read as platonic as well! These goobers deserve to be happy!

[siberat]

Dinner Date

ch 10 (conclusion)

Just feeling those soft lips brush against his, gently exploring and sucking, sent shivers down his struts. Those servos worshiped his tummy in silent praise. Just feeling the adoration that spilled from the flier left the Combat.icon in a state of awe.

How did he manage to snag this mech?

It was shallow to state the aspects of attractiveness based on appearance, but Bra.wl couldn’t deny the alluring mix of sharp lines and slender curves of the flier’s frame. But there was more than physical beauty emanating from Wi.ng: he was kind. He was compassionate. Most of all, he was patient and understanding.

The whole package.

But what did such a fine mech see in a lowly, overweight slob of a ‘Co.n?

“I… ahhh…” That passionate kiss sucked the words right from his mouth.

“Yes?”

“Well… erm….” He could feel his cheeks warm as an excited tickle jolted through his frame like electricity.

“What makes you think you aren’t worthy of my adoration?”

Those lips returned to brushing against his cheek and helm. If this continued, the tank would never manage to get any words out! “I… just…. Dunno…”

“Are you not interested in what I have to offer?” Wi.ng rested his helm against the grounders.

“W…what exactly are you offering?”  His spark sputtered. When did such a big, burly Decep.ticon melt into a pile of goo over such attention?

“What do you want?”

Brawl flinched. “I…look… that’s not fair.”

“Hmmm?” Wi.ng attempted to lavish more kisses, but the dark helm pulled away.

“I… I’m not sure of what you are asking…”  A sigh was forcefully huffed out. “I… ahhh…”

“Allow me to clarify.” Those arms gently hugged the larger frame. “I am looking for companionship. Someone to spend time with.” The flier paused. “Before I sound like I am moving too fast, how much time depends on several factors.”

“What kinda factors?”

“Well, what you are desiring in return.” The hands returned to exploring the belly, spreading that warm, tingling sensation across its vast surface. “Are you looking for just a good time…. Or something more serious…”

“Like.. serious as in what?”

“Proper courting. Seeing how well we fare for the long term.” The jet’s engines purred. “I would like to spend my time with you.”

“Why?” The hands roaming over his frame froze. “I mean…. I just don’t understand what someone like you would see in someone like me.”

“Someone like me?”

“Wi.ng….You are amazing….like, in a too good to be true kinda way.” The tank sighed; speaking his feelings was always a challenge. “Like, you could have any mech here-“

“I want you.”

“AH…. W-why?”

“Because you are real.” The jet spoke. “True to yourself. You didn’t pretend to be anyone else just to try to impress ‘someone like me.’ Sometimes mech’s put on a show, you know? Make them sound so good and nice, as well as everything you’d want in a partner. But that’s all it is: an act. And when that veil comes down, you realize the mech you fell in love with was just a façade…. And you don’t really like the real entity that they are.”

“But…my past… I was-“

“Vile. Brutish. Had such a lust for violence-“

“It was.. ah…”The Combati.con scratched the back of his helm.

“Disgusting.”

“But that just proves my point.”

“It’s your past.” Wi.ng pressed his lips in a solo kiss to the other’s cheek. “Do you still feel the same way?”

“No… no, I ah…. actually I am glad the war is over…” The memory of gripping fear of death clawed at his frame. “Just knowing how it feels…. The lives I took…. It’s overwhelming… its… well, disgraceful. Like, I am ashamed of how careless it all was.”

“What do you desire now?”

“Just to move on with my life.” Bra.wl returned his gaze to the skies. How miniscule did his problems feel when looking at the vast globe of stars. “Do things right this time.”

“And I would be honored to stand by your side as you achieve this goal. If you accept me, that is.”

The tank’s mouth opened and closed a few times, the words never quite forming. The mere shock of the words the jet whispered was breathtaking. His spark swirled faster in his chassis, and this time, those cooling fans could no longer be stilled: they roared to life as his frame simply relaxed into his lover's chest.

Yes, his lover.

There was no denying his wanting of the other’s offer. How could he turn someone down who wished to lift him higher- to stand by his side, helping to rise above what he once was? Wi.ng was like a guiding light, leading this lost mech out of the darkness with the promise of something better.

“Can I take that as a yes?”

“Yeah..yes…ah….” Bra.wl stuttered, every inch of his frame buzzing with the excitement of happiness. “I…. kinda at. You know. Um. Loss of words.”

“Ahhh, so now I know the key to silence such a loudmouthed, rowdy mech, hmmm?”

“Ya..I guess..I….” A second set of cooling fans joined the mix, as well as the rhythmical purring of engines. Just feeling that strong frame wrapped around him in a giant hug and those teasing little kisses returning to neck cabling was overwhelming, causing his frame to shutter.

Bra.wl’s optics shot wide open- as well as his interface paneling. Talk about bad timing!

“AH… scrap… S-sorry-“

Wi.ng tisked. “Why, Bra.wl, do you mistake me as some kind of prude?”  A husky voice whispered as servos traveled downward. “Because I can assure you, I am not.”

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[analumina]

I managed to finish this one however, one of my greatest challenges is writing longer spicy scenes because, it seems, I can only write short scenes, no idea why, but I challenged myself with this one. I am working on it though haha Sharing chapter one.

Summary: There is always a first for everything, including the first time you let your demon/angel boyfriend...

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Crowley's eyes widened in curiosity as he sniffed his hand. “Feels…hm, I'm not sure, really.” He rubbed his fingers together.

Aziraphale nodded in agreement as he too let the slippery substance coax his soft fingers. “Are you sure?” He questioned his frie- ahem, his now lover who had given the angel a celebratory kiss after non-mageddon, which led to more kisses and eventually, the start of many random kisses. They were celebrating after all, and don't humans kiss each other when happy? Yes, it was all practically normal, the stolen kisses, the hand holding, the lovely dates, the I love yous that they never seemed to tire of saying or hearing. All normal in fact, after a year of it all, the demon decided best to stay with his angel at the shop and forget all about his cold flat.

Meanwhile, as the angel and demon navigated through their absolutely normal relationship, they had heard about something some humans did in said normal relationships and that was good old-fashioned sex, or relations as Aziraphale put it. Now, the couple was not at all naive, especially Crowley, when it came to the act of "reproducing" as some called it; however, they had yet to explore it themselves. After a very much discussion where Crowley had suggested they give it a go, or in his own words, “you wanna,” the couple had done the required research for it.

Crowley stammered and took back the silver box from Aziraphale's hand, “Yes, I'm sure. It says here it prepares you for, erm, you know,” he muttered as he read on, “hypoallergenic…water based, um…gentle warming sensation?”

Aziraphale pursed his lips and carefully eyed the substance within his fingers. “Exactly for who?”

“Whot?” Crowley looked up with a raised brow.

“The warm sensation? For the receiver or giver?”

Crowley puffed a small breath of air through the corner of his mouth and skimmed through the box again. “Ngk, i-it doesn't say.”

Aziraphale's mouth made an O shape as he nodded. “Um, dear?”

“Hm?” The demon turned the box in his hands trying to understand if they needed to use the whole tube.

“Have we established who will be the giver and receiver?”

Crowley's head practically whiplashed as he turned his attention to his partner. “Er…di-did we not discuss it?”

“No. I…I, erm, don't believe so.”

They remained silent for a minute until, “I got it.” Crowley rummaged through his jeans. “Toss you for it?”

Aziraphale smiled at his demon’s brilliance. “Alright. Heads.”

Crowley tossed the coin, but before he could reveal the results, “So the loser is what? Receiver?”

The angel was at a loss. This was all so new to them. Kisses were easy to learn as were hugs, snogging sessions, and other relatively appropriate public endeavors but this was…something else. With both quite perplexed, Crowley took it upon himself to check online. “Unanimously says receiving is better, erm…bo-bottom.” He shared his phone screen. “So, I guess…”

“Loser is giver. Heads.” He shook his fist in front of him all too enthusiastically.

Crowley tossed the coin once more and grinned. “Heh, tails I'm afraid. You get to do me.”

Aziraphale clicked his tongue and furrowed his brow. “Don't say it like that. We are making love.”

“Right!” He clapped his hands, tossing the little box, and rubbed his hands. “Shall we start?”

“Now? Just like that?”

“Um, hm,” he rubbed his chin, “I pretended to pick you up, we went to the theater, dinner, and you ‘invited me in,’ so…I suppose, yea?”

“Do I kiss you?”

“Y-yes?” He sounded unsure.

“Or do you kiss me?”

Crowley rubbed his neck. This was all too complicated. After their lovely, innocent dates, the couple, by this time, would have stayed in, watched a movie, talked about whatever, and even had a drink or two before bed. “How about…err…meet you halfway?”

Aziraphale smiled and took a step forward, mirroring Crowley and, as said, they met in the middle, their lips sweet against each other. “Wait,” Aziraphale placed his hand on Crowley's chest, “should we not do this in the bedroom?”

Crowley clicked his fingers and nodded eagerly. “Yes! Of course. Bed is in there after all.” He took hold of Aziraphale's hand and led them upstairs. “Ready?” he asked once he shut the door behind him.

“Erm,” Aziraphale glanced at their comfy, full-size bed.

“Angel,” Crowley spoke softly, “we don't have to do this.”

The angel smiled lovingly and gave the demon a quick peck. “No, no, I didn't say that. It's just…hmm, wha-what if we don't like it or we do it wrong?”

“Erm, I mean…I mean…I don't think we can do it wrong and even if we do, at least we gave it a go. Now,” he cleared his throat and began to shed his jacket, “shall we?”

“Wait, darling, I,” Aziraphale blushed, “want to do that for you. Like in that film we watched last night.”

Crowley extended his arms to the side. “Go on then.”

Aziraphale's cheeks were as red as his partner's hair. “I can't do it while you look at me.”

Crowley smirked and closed his eyes while Aziraphale waved his hand in front of the demon's face, making sure he did not witness anything. Carefully and slowly, with trembling fingers, Aziraphale began to unbutton Crowley's vest and shirt. Meanwhile, Crowley, being the naughty thing that he was, and trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, leaned forward and kissed Aziraphale's familiar lips and, before Aziraphale could question anything, Crowley deepened the kiss. “You're taking too long.” He breathed.

“I'm nervous.”

The demon began a trail of small kisses along Aziraphale's jaw. Something they had done countless times during their heavy snogging sessions, which had evolved into something quite inappropriate for the public eye. And it was during one of these sessions that started this new endeavor. Crowley had somehow crawled on top of Aziraphale's lap, grinding down on the angel, while Aziraphale's hips thrusted upwards. “Oh, I like this.” The angel had stated, giving Crowley encouragement.

Meanwhile, “Damn, angel.” Crowley pulled back as he felt Aziraphale bite his lower lip. “It's going to be the sofa all over again.” He grinned and went back into the angel's space.

Aziraphale tilted his head back, letting Crowley get to his neck. “You were the one who sat on me.”

“It's not my fault you are so deliciously tempting.” Crowley sucked on the angel's neck, prompting a small mewl from said angel. “Are you done with my shirt or will I grow old waiting.”

Aziraphale nodded shyly and with a simple snap, Crowley unbuttoned Aziraphale's vest, shirt, and other obstructions on his partner.

“You can't do that.” Aziraphale gasped.

“Because?”

“It's not romantic.”

Crowley cocked his head to the side. “Angel, if I were to do that on my own, we will be here a while.”

“But the film.”

“I promise we can take it as slow as possible next time.”

“Next time? What if we don't like it?”

Crowley laughed through his nose. “By what I can feel,” he pressed his body against Aziraphale, “there will definitely be a next time.”

[ask-the-abomination]

"H-Hey, whoa, wait a minute! We're not here to cause trouble, I promise!"

Angel quickly assures the duo and backs up a few paces as the strange Sylveon brandishes a flaming scythe, hoping to deescalate the situation before it potentially turns violent. It's clear that the sudden and blatant show of aggression has startled them, their long ears pinning back against their head.

"Um..." comes a meek voice from behind Angel, belonging to a Vulpix, who cautiously steps forward.

"We're sorry for startling you...m-my name is Kenina, and this is my partner, Angel," Kenina introduces, her tone voice gentle and her expression concerned, although there is an obvious flicker of nervousness in her demeanor, too. But considering the reaction their initial approach earned, she can hardly be blamed for that.

"You two are being pursued, aren't you? If that's the case, we would like to help you, i-if you will let us..."

"Yeah! We're an Exploration Team, and helping other Pokemon trouble is part of what we do!"

The duo would glance at each other and back at the two smaller Pokemon. Both Vincent and Sabor would wield a very perplexed expression.

"Exploration..."

"T-Team?".

Neither have heard such a term before. Is this suppose to be something that could be beneficial and aide them through their troubles? Or, would it be something that could be absolutely detrimental and lead them to the dangers that neither seek? While the answer is there, with the two vulpines offering to lend a paw to help with their situation, both Vincent and Sabor would remain cautious of the matter. As much as aide feels like a god sent to have right now, it feels rather off to suddenly have someone openly willing to help two strangers. Two not so pleasantly looking bigger, strange creatures.

"... So what is it that you two want?..". Sabor spoke blatantly. "Clearly there is something you two want in exchange for helping us. So... What is it? Money? Food? Or you want us to do something in turn?" Vincent head would look between, going back and forth from Sabor to Kenina and Angel. While he believes that the two smaller Pokemon doesn't seem to hold any ill-intent, base on their postures and tone of voices, he is more leaning towards Sabor's point. In their eyes, help doesn't seem quite possible. At least, not for free. In their eyes, help is only possible if something is presented in exchange.

"U-Um..." Vincent would nervously speak up. Despite on how he feels of the matter, he still wishes to say something. "S-Say you were to help... What could you possibly do? A-Are you, erm, capable of keeping the Houndooms away permanently? O-Or s-somehow have the white coats off our backs? Do either of you have a p-plan to keep us safe?.." "A-And if you, Kenina and Angel, were able to succeed, what do you even want from us in return? It... Just sounds too good to be true for you little guys to help us strangers for nothing..."

"Dude, you're seriously not entertaining this. These what-you-mc-call-it team of fuzzballs are seriously not going to just settle our problems just like that. We both know that they'll just get themselves mulled, the very moment they dare take a step and hassle with those idiotic Houndooms."

"T-That wasn't what I was going for..." His tone dialed down, as his insides begun to whirl around. The feeling of guilt and nervousness spun throughout his inner body. "I-I-I just w-wanted to know what plans they have, i-if they do want to help us... I didn't say that I was open to the idea of letting them go and do whatever to help us. They... They seem to mean well. And I don't want Kenina and Angel to put themselves in harms way, because of us--Because of me..."

His red orbs would drift towards the direction of the vulpines. His voice shaken, as he spoke directly to the two. "I'm really, really sorry... You two seem like kind Pokemon. But... E-Even if your offer of help is strangely genuine, I-I can't let you two be put in harms way... I don't want to be the one t-to have another be killed..."

"..."

"... Our only best option is to continue to run... To find a new place to hide. I-I don't want the safety o-of others to be disrupted and damaged because of me... I-I'm sorry...." { Answer for @askteamsunshine }

[peanids]

Kayne

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) they r like my freak oc. for freaky scenes. but like the switchup for aftercare is such a 180. He'll reassure you that it was just a scene and that you're safe. He yaps a lot, very erm. lighthearted? silly. He wld not admit it but he is a fusser he likes to fuss over you

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He likes his hands. Touching you, feeling you. Lowk loves feeling your size in comparison to his.

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum) In you, on you, anywhere so that you're his.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Panty sniffer I fear.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Very experienced 👍 sex worker + freak central (most clients come to him for harder scenes). He's a well trained dom he knows what he's doing I prommy

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Bondage + vibrator. Might cum on you and use that as lube. Or like, wall sex from behind but he picks you up so you're just clawing at the wall for purchase.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) IT DEPENDS he does a lot of roleplay.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) HAPPUY TRAIL and trimmed. his hair is pretty coarse and straight.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Not very, I don't think. Save that for after.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He does, sometimes. To keep sex as like, a personal thing and not just A Job yk. It's self care. Maybe once or twice a week.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Bondage, sensory deprivation, roleplay, degradation, forced/denied orgasms, sadism, dacryphilia, cnc, begging.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Private dungeon 👍

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Begging, crying, squirming.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Not necessarily a turn off or a hard no, but generally he doesn't do intox. Consent 👍 it's a grey area for him. I think he'd only experiment with someone he's involved with outside of work. Subbing and bottoming too. Stone top 🔥

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Giving. obv. Skilled, especially when he's seen the same person over and over again.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Either way, no preference. Whatever fits better.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Sometimes fantasises about asking you to kneel for him so he can cum in your mouth rq, but it's not something that's likely to happen.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Honestly, not really. He has a pretty good idea of what he likes and doesn't like, but maybe for a partner he'll ask someone for guidance.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Maybe 2, 3 rounds max? But that's usually a few hours, at least.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) A lot, yeah. Mostly on his partners

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Sometimes, yeah, if it calls for it, but it's not like his default.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Vocal, but not loud. He is more of a yapper.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Only had a yeast infection once, when he was 15. He gave it to himself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 15.7cm hard curves up uncut a little hyperpigmentation around his balls and perineum but minimally on his cock. Girthy, slightly bigger near the tip than at the base.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) I mean, not too high. Not low but not freaky high either.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Depends, but maybe half an hour to an hour after immediate aftercare.

[showtheater]

hey, me and my partner were playing the game, found the first, third, and fourth ending (the last we found first bc they didn’t want to progress the plotdnndndnd), but we’re having some trouble finding the second one, any tips?

its based on weather you have heart or mind or none helping with dinner

erm i did realize from this that ending 2 and 2 both have the same ending card that says ending 2 on it err the dinner dialogue is different though