#bc it'll turn into a norm just like that

[doueverwonder]

... i forgot to eat dinner again.

[dizzyjelly]

You Deserve Better, I'm Better(18+)

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Abbys dating Owen, and you hate him. But she doesn't like him all that much, either. You deal with the unreciprocated feelings until one night you come to find out, she really wants you.

Cw: Owen, toxic bf behavior, a little arguing, fem!reader, drinking, cheating, reader cries a little, smut, fingering(a!receiving), pussy eating(a!reciving), boob stimulation(both receiving.)

A/n: I love this one you guys!! Was so happy to write so much Owen slander bc let's bffr who likes Owen. Maybe he's not thst bad but he did cheat on his PREGNANT gf, like come on. Anyways I do NOT condone cheating but it's needed for the plot of this fic so yeah, hope yall enjoy.

You'd never understand what she saw in him. Sometimes you thought she didn't even know what she saw in him. At first, it was just because he was taking away your quality time with you best friend. But your feelings of jealousy slowly grew into something you weren't sure how to handle.

You didn't just want to be Abbys friend, you liked her. Let's be honest, you loved her. But there's no way she felt the same, she was with Owen after all. But why? He wasn't cute, nor did he have that great of a personality.

Maybe it was just because he played varsity football. Which still wasn't that great of a reason. Oh, well. At least she still made time for you.

Nothing was out of the norm until she started to favor you over him. Not that you were complaining, but his new passive aggressive attitude towards her bothered you. And he'd grown to dislike you, which was a big reason why she didn't hang around him as much. It was weird, he was her boyfriend after all.

However, even if it was puzzling to you, you weren't going to complain. In fact you enjoyed this new favoritism. It made you feel.. wanted. You wished she wanted you like you wanted her.

Tonight was the first varsity football game of the season. Abby was attending, obviously, and you joined her because well, she asked you to. Pleasee it'll be so boring if I go by myself, those were her exact words. She also complained about having to hang out with the other players girlfriends, who she has a strong distaste for.

"Feels nice to rest my feet." You sigh softly as everyone sat for the halftime show.

"Yeah.." Abby smiles over at you.

Your arms touched and your thighs were squished against one another due to how packed the bleachers were. It was fairly cold out so you shared a blanket Abby had brought. It rested on each of your shoulders and draped over one of your arms.

Curiously, your eyes drifted to the scoreboard. Your school was winning by three points, to which you cracked a smile. You weren't sure why because you didn't give a fuck about football, but it just felt nice. Abbys eyes however, never left you. She took the chance to admire you like some creep as you looked away. As you started to turn back she fixed her gaze to the field.

"Hey, we're winning." You tap her arm with the back of your hand.

"Oh, nice." She smiles at you.

Since the halftime show was beginning, the football players got to sit at the sidelines. Which really meant they all ran into the stands to say hi to their friends. You sighed and glared at Owen with annoyance as he approached you and Abby. Immediately he leaned down and took her chin in his hand, kissing her like his life depended on it.

And you wished it was you. You wanted to put your lips against hers, you wanted to hold her face in her hands. Fuck you even wanted to feel her tongue swirl against your own. You're pulled out of this trance as you notice Abby pushing him away and letting out a small groan.

"Fuck was that." Owen's voice is rough and he stares at you, like it was your fault.

"Sorry you're just- you're all sweaty. Kinda gross." She's quick to come up with an excuse.

"Whatever" he scoffs and rolls his eyes, God you hated him, "are you at least coming out with us after the game?"

"Can Y/n come?" Abby asks, looking over at you and smiling for the first time since Owen came over.

"Fine." He let's out a small sigh and looks your way once again.

"Then sure, why not?" She shrugs.

And thank God Owen left almost immediately after that. He'd never been a joy to be around, but lately it was like you could not stand him even if you tried. Abby just dismissed it, like always, saying he probably just had a bad day. You hated how she'd defend him.

Even so, you just let out a small sigh and ignored it. As much as you hated to hear it, you were Abby's best friend after all. Of course she'd tell you about her boyfriend. If only things were different. Then again, even if Owen was a good guy, you'd probably still be jealous. She deserved better, and you were better.

In the end, the opposing team won by fourteen points which left Owen and his teammates sulking. They all went to the locker rooms to get cleaned up, Abby got a text from Owen saying they'll meet you guys outside. She put her phone away and noticed you were shivering a bit.

She has folded the blanket and was carrying it, but she walked behind you and wrapped it around your shoulders. Then you blushed as she wrapped her arms around you and embraced you from behind. What was she doing? And it's like she read your mind, because before you could even ask, she said,

"Body heat." It was whispered right into your ear and you felt small puffs of her hot breath fan over your neck.

You gave in, you always gave in to her. Your hands wrapped around her arms and you leaned back into her. She didn't do stuff like this when you were out a lot. But no one was really around, just some of the other girls who'd be going out with you guys. And they wouldn't say anything, hopefully.

Disappointment filled your mind as the sound of boys clamoring could be heard and she stepped away from you. Her hand rested at your lower back right up until Owen was getting close enough to notice, then she kept her hands to herself. You frowned. It wasn't fair, he changed her.

The group of people you went out with, which consisted of Owen, three other football players, and their girlfriends, took a bunch of separate cars since almost all of you drove. Abby looked at you expectantly when Owen held her hand and wanted her to ride with him. You drove to the game together that night. You didn't know what she expected, were you supposed to tell her to go with you instead? It was awkward to say the least.

"I'll be fine, Abs. I know how to drive my car, go ahead with him." You nod.

Owen furrowed his brows with confusion. It's like she needed your permission or something.

"Okay, just- be safe." She settles on that and a pat to your shoulder.

You made your way to your car and Abby got into the passenger seat of Owen's. As you drove you listened to your favorite songs and only thought about her. Abby was not having as good of a time.

"What's up with you and Y/n?" He'd ask not even a minute after he started to drive.

"What does that even mean?" Abby asked in return, crossing her arms, "she's my best friend if you're asking what we are."

"Is she really? Why do you always hang out with her instead of me, hm." He looks over at her and she just stares blankly at him, "Yeah that's what I thought. Quit acting like she owns you, I'm your boyfriend."

Abby was silent. It was extremely painful because he was right. Not that she thought you owned her, or she acted like it, but still. She did favor you a lot and would do anything you asked. God why was she so stupid.

In all reality, Abby liked you way before she got with Owen. She just thought you were out of her league so she never went for it. But lately, she's felt that you might like her back. She hoped. But why did she want to be with you if she was with him. Owen never satisfied her, emotionally or sexually.

There was just something so intriguing about you. And she remembered all the hook ups you'd tell her about. How loud the girls always were. She wished it was her you were touching, her that you were making feel so good she couldn't help but scream.

Owen pulled into the parking lot of some diner and she was pulled out of her delightful fantasy. A sigh fell past her lips as she got out of the car, slamming the door shut and walking over to stand by the road and watch for you. Owen went inside to find his friends.

You pulled in and she smiled, walking over to your car. As you got out she looked into the diner, making sure she was out of Owen's view before she pulled you into a hug. Everytime she hugged you it was so.. intimate. Her arms would envelop you and she'd pull your body against hers.

"Missed me that much?" You'd tease, giggling softly.

"Shut up." She playfully shoved your shoulder as she pulled away.

You just shook your head softly then followed her inside. Everyone else was busy ordering, she sat in the booth and looked at you.

"Sit by me." She smiled.

"Of course, I have to use the bathroom first though I'll be right back." You nodded softly then headed to the bathroom.

When you returned to the corner booth, you were displeased to find it basically full and just a little room left for you on the end. Abby was sat between Owen and some black haired girl who laughed obnoxiously. She looked at you and frowned, mouthing a 'sorry' as you had to squeeze your way into a seat.

You waved your hand as to say 'it's fine' then you all began to eat. Abby felt bad, she just kind of sadly stared at you for the duration of the meal. You really didn't mind all that much. The only thing that really bothered you was seeing her with him. But you were getting used to that feeling now.

Dinner finally ended and everyone started to say their goodbyes. You kept an eye on Owen and Abby as they stood further away, he seemed to be asking her for something but she was giving him a very adamant no. When you saw how they acted sometimes, you wondered how they were even still together.

Eventually he gave her a small kiss then walked away, stomping and throwing the door open with frustration. He must've been really mad. Abby just rolled her eyes and walked over to you.

"You wanna stay over tonight?" She asks, rubbing at the back of her neck nervously.

"I'd love to, let's go." You walked out to your car and began driving to her house.

As she sat in the passenger seat, Abby felt relaxed. You were like a breath of fresh air for her. Nothing like him. She wished she'd just asked you out all that time ago. Maybe you would've said yes. But maybe not.

Once you got to her house, she announced that her parents weren't home. Something that might seem taboo, but really it just meant you'd raid their liquor cabinet. You'd each take a shot of vodka and scrunch your noses in disgust before sharing a beer, then another. Before Abby had the chance to offer a third, you suggested a movie and popcorn instead.

She threw some in the microwave then came to join you on the couch. You moved closer to her when she sat down, then your eyes scanned the room for the remote. It was on the side table next to Abby, so you leaned over her lap and rested your hand on the armrest to grab it. She took the chance to ogle at your ass, and your entire body really.

You stumbled back with a giggle as you fell onto her strong thighs, your chest pressing against them. Her breath hitched at the feeling of you, more specifically how the fat of your tits squished against her. Thank God the microwave beeped so she had an excuse to pull you up by your arms and get up. Surely there'd been a wet patch on her boxers by now. She felt sick.

Abby returned with a large bowl of popcorn and some chocolate as well. You gasped happily and thanked her as she set it down on the coffee table. She didn't bother asking what you wanted to watch, figuring you'll probably fall asleep anyways. She settled on a horror-comedy.

You grabbed the popcorn from the table and put it into her lap, taking a handful every now and then as you also ate some of the chocolate. Eventually you were full and now just rested your head on her shoulder, one of your hand wrapped around her forearm and the other just sat on your own thigh.

Her breath hitched whenever you'd move a bit and your hair would tickle her neck. She'd been this close to you before, so why was she acting like some horny teenage boy all of a sudden? She moved forward to set the nearly empty bowl of popcorn on the table and you sat beside her normally now.

"Can I lay my head in your lap?" You whispered, looking over at her as she sat back with some chocolate.

"Yeah.." She nodded, this was definitely a bad idea but how could she say no to you.

You smiled and moved so your feet tucked up on the couch and your cheek pressed against her thigh. You kept your hand rested on your stomach. Abby let out a quiet groan, then immediately focused on the TV as to not seem suspicious. You didn't notice anyways.

A few minutes later, you looked up at her with a goofy smile to point out that one of her favorite actors was on screen. Then you noticed she had some chocolate smudged at the corner of her lip. Without thinking, you sat up and leaned into her. One of your hands held her shoulder for stability as the other came to her cheek and your thumb swiped at the corner of her lip.

You could feel it wetten slightly as you weren't the most coordinated and the tip accidently slipped between her lips. She froze, until she didn't. Before you could even remind her she had a boyfriend, her lips were on yours and she was pulling you into her lap.

But all you could think was that this didn't mean anything good. You were both tipsy, maybe she didn't even mean it. Maybe she just did it because she knew she could. Your insecurities got the best of you and instead of continuing the sloppy kisses Abby pulled away as she felt your tears falling onto her own face.

"Oh god.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- are you okay?" She apologizes, thinking you didn't want to kiss her.

"Yeah.. no. I just- why are you even kissing me? You have a boyfriend Abby." She blushed.

"I don't care about him." She sighed, resting her forehead against yours and holding your face in her hands while simultaneously wiping at your tears.

"Y/n.. I've wanted you forever. Long before I even met that asshole. I just thought I never had a chance but lately, I thought maybe I did." She explains and you felt so many different things.

I mean you believed her, you really did. And you really wanted to kiss her again, you wanted to do more than kiss her. You smiled, kissing her cheek softly.

"Abby. Of course you have a chance, you always had a chance." You whisper.

After you made out on the couch some more, during which she grabbed your ass quite a bit and let her strong hands run across your body. It wasn't long before she was carrying you into her bedroom and laying you down.

Now she kissed down your body, looking up at you as she pushed at your shirt. You took it off and let out small moans when she started to kiss at and grope your tits. How was she so good at this? Your hands found their way to her hair, tugging at her tight braid and causing her to let out a groan and crack a smile.

As Abby kissed down to your waistline, she looked up at you. You bit your lip and motioned for her to come up closer. She did so, her arms caging you in on either side and loose strands of her hair tickling your face. You leaned up to whisper in her ear.

"I wanna show you first.. wanna show you how good I'll make you feel.." You wanted to sound strong, but your voice was whiny and needy.

Abby didn't seem to care though because her breath hitched and she nodded quickly, laying down beside you.

"Please. Show me.." She whispered, looking over at you.

First your lips traveled from her own, down to her jaw and neck. Then her collarbones. And you swore you could've come just from the sight of her topless. You spent quite some time on her tits, which was mostly self indulgent but she still enjoyed it. Finally you kissed down her sternum all the way to her lower belly.

She couldn't believe the sight of you when you looked up at her with your chin resting on her clothed heat. Your fingertips rested at the waistband of her cargo pants and she nodded. You unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down agonizingly slow, she wad growing impatient as her hips unintentionally bucked up into your grip.

Once you removed her pants, her legs spread for you almost instantly. You groaned at the sight of the wet patch on her boxers, you couldn't help it as you moved forward to kiss it gently a few times.

"P-please.. take them off.." now she was the whiny one.

"I got you Abs.." You nod and remove her boxers, and it was definitely a sight to see.

Her slick had gathered all around her lips and if you focused enough you might be able to see her clit throb. You bit your lip as you ran your finger through her slick folds, then licked it clean.

"God you're so fuckin sexy.." You'd whisper before diving in.

Your lips wrapped around her clit and you flicked your tongue over it at a fast pace. She squirmed a bit at first, so you took hold of her thighs and kept them in place. Her moans were music to your ears, and when she'd moan your name, let's just say you could die happy.

Eventually you began to tease her hole with your middle finger, slipping it in and curling up in a way no one else ever could. She gasped when you added another finger and continued these movements.

"Shit, that feels so good.." She panted.

"Yeah?" You tease, removing your mouth from her but continuing to curl your fingers inside her, "I bet I fuck you better than him, don't I?" A rhetorical question of course.

"Yes!" She moaned loudly, just wanting you to suck at her clit again.

For the time being you but your thumb to it instead and rubbed tight circles.

"Say it." You whispered, looking up at her.

She looked so beautiful. Her eyes squeezed shut with pleasure and her lips glossy and fallen open. The way her eyebrows also creased made you want to eat her out forever.

"You fuck me bett-" She cut herself off with a loud moan as you hit thst sweet spot inside her, "so much better than him.." She finally whined.

Satisfied, you removed your thumb and began to suck at her clit again. Her moans grew louder and you could feel her clench around your fingers, she was close. She wanted to tell you, but she was too overwhelmed with pleasure to form a coherent sentence. That didn't matter though, because you knew.

When she did finally cum, it felt so amazing. Sure she'd finished on her own before, but never like this. She called out your name and her hand tangled in your hair as you didn't stop going.

"I already came.." She whispered to you, you looked up at her and pulled off her cunt for a moment.

"I know, how about one more for me?" You asked, she could see how some of her release glistened your chin and blushed.

"Mhmm.." She hummed and you kept going.

While it was supposed to be one more, it was really two. You wanted to go for another but the way Abby could barely catch her breath had you finally letting her rest. Carefully, you moved up beside her and laid your head on her bare chest. One of your hands stroked her thigh gently as her legs still trembled a bit from the third orgasm.

She put her arm around you and leaned her head against your own. You smiled then let out a small sigh as you sat up.

"Come on, you gotta pee." You spoke softly to her.

She just nodded and you walked to the bathroom with her, washing your hands in the sink as she did her business. After she was done you returned to her room and she changed into new boxers and an oversized t-shirt.

"What about you?" She'd whisper once the two of you settled back into bed, her arms wrapped around your back as you laid your body weight across her.

"Don't worry, you can take care of me next time." You whisper back as you nuzzled your face against her neck and brought one of your hands to rest on her chest.

She ran her fingers through your hair as you started to fall asleep. Then once she was sure you were out, she whispered.

"I love you." She let her own eyes fall shut and drifted off to sleep within minutes.

But you weren't asleep yet, you heard her. And all you could do was smile.

[spocks-kaathyra]

very lonely little girl post rattling around my brain like shut up SHUT UP

guy who finds it completely impossible to believe that anyone could actually want them around. I've been friends w these ppl for 2 years now and I still deliberately isolate myself at every turn bc I think I'm doing them a favor. they're just too polite to say they don't want me around, I'll leave of my own accord to spare them the trouble. I won't text them bc it'll only be an annoyance to them. I won't ask to tag along to that party they mentioned bc they'll only be irritated by my presence. and of course, quite rationally, they interpret all this to mean that I'd rather not talk to them. I'd rather not spend time with them. and that becomes the norm for our relationship. only spending time together when it's mutually convenient.

I'm leaving for college in 3 weeks. I'll probably never see these ppl again. I can't hold a text conversation to save my life. I want to say goodbye, properly. I want to cry and confess all this to them and tell them how much they mean to me. some part of me still thinks they'll tolerate my tearful confession with uncomfortable sympathy and later cringe abt it with their real, normal friends. some part of me still thinks they won't miss me. how could they, when I could never make them laugh, when I could never even carry on a conversation? what is there to miss? that silent face that listened to the group conversation, laughed at all the appropriate times but never chimed in, looked at you in the midst of that laughter with too much adoration in their eyes and glanced away when you returned their gaze? I don't know if I'll ever be able to love normally. I'll always be choking on my desperation to be seen, to be wanted. it makes a fool of me.

[seoafin]

It’s not weird to use honorifics think it’s great I remember a time where stuff like « Mr Kakashi » was everywhere and it turned me off so bad I stayed far from anime fan fiction for like 5 year. Honestly I’m glad using honorifics has become the norm when it comes to writing for non english media .

ME TOO i think using mr. ms. miss. etc is more jarring to me than using honorifics and 8/10 times it'll take me out of the fic tbh bc then im like oh we're really not in japan huh. i think it's also because as someone who writes a lot of dialogue in japanese it just conforms more naturally. but also i use honorifics as a writing tool as in you can tell all sorts of things in regards to a relationship with which honorific one person uses with another. and once you drop a honorific altogether it can really denote closeness. it's why gojo doesn't like that rip!mc has dropped all honorifics with shoko and geto and still calls him gojo-san which is the most perfunctory standard honorific. he's as good as a stranger. she's keeping him as arms length. she thinks he doesn't like him (with good reason). i get that it might put other people off though i just grew up with fanfics where honorifics where just naturally incorporated LOL

[rhubarb-newt]

today was supposed to be like... not necessarily a good day but a day where I could get shit done and feel good about myself

I had 3 errands- to donate my cat's food he's allergic to, sell old clothes at a thrift shop, and pick up my library book

Instead... I left my house this morning already running late, still sleep deprived, and found that not only had someone stolen another one of my yard signs, but they had also literally broken my flag pole (which had my pride flag) off of my house

At the time I was able to take it in stride and got my first errand done, dropped off the cat food before the shelter closed. And then I started feeling vulnerable and I needed to kill time before the thrift shop opened so I went and spent money on a coffee and treat from the queer owned cafe. I walked around the pet store nearby too

Finally I drive over to the thrift store, which is out of my way enough that it's annoying and I've been putting it off for months. But i have a massive bag of old clothes and I'm determined bc I need to get money for these so I can afford to get new clothes again and it'll feel good to finally have them gone

And... I bring in a massive ikea bag of clothes and they take less than half of them. I get roughly $20 in store credit and use half of it on a single pair of jeans. When I walk out they give me back the remaining clothes they didn't buy, and the bag is still heavy enough to feel disappointing

I go to another thrift shop nearby and have to park out of the way, walking a few extra blocks with this bulky bag of clothes, and wait my turn to sell. They also reject everything and send me off with the same amount I walked in with. I stew in the fact that thrift shops are so much pickier than they used to be (these clothes arent in awful condition or anything- they're just used), and also wtf happened to their prices? I can't find anything under $30 here.

Meanwhile, in the background of my mind, I am aware that both of these shops are in a known queer friendly neighborhood in Minneapolis and the cafe was in a known queer friendly neighborhood in St Paul... I'm currently around more queer people than I've seen in one place than I've been in a year, with the exception of pride.

I have yet to find anyone else in my neighborhood, also in the cities proper, who is queer and I have to deal with people ripping my flagpole off my house bc it has a rainbow flag. I work in the suburbs and I'm the only queer+trans person in my office and I spend my days just choking on cishet old fashioned gender norms and surrounded by the smog of it. The isolation has fucked with my mental health in a big way and here I'm just... reminded that me moving to the city to be around more queer people was functionally a waste bc I can't afford to live in The Right Place for a gayborhood.

I don't buy anything from the thrift shop, and I've accepted I won't get anything for these perfectly reasonable used clothes. So I go to goodwill to donate them. This errand was supposed to have one stop and it turned into three, and I'm feeling fairly low at this point. So I go in to buy some shoes bc I only have like 2 functional pairs, and the point of this whole outing was to make money so I could afford new clothes/shoes. So instead of making anything I buy 2 pairs of shoes and spend like $23.

Old clothes are gone and I'm still feeling sour. The plan is to go to the library and go home, but I figure I'm running low on food and will need to grocery shop anyways. More money spent. Finally get my book and head home.

Still stewing when I get home and I know I need to spend more bc one of my pairs of shoes has no laces, and I need a new bracket for my flagpole. But I'm just about done at this point. This isn't the first time people have fucked with my pride stuff and initially my plan was just to replace it over and over but.... honestly after 30 years and having worked so hard to have my place, I dont have patience for letting other people ruin it.

So I bought some barbed wire to put on my flagpole and yard signs, for the next asshole who thinks they can just grab it.

And like. I stand by this decision. I stand by all my spent money today as a correct decision... but now my budget is entirely thrown off and I won't get a meaningful paycheck for 2 weeks and I'm just sitting here in shame honestly. I need to save money, need to get back to where I was before having to get my car back in April.

But honestly my life is just so full of garbage right now. Like just today's events don't even get into the half of it and I can pay bills but not much more. And ffs I don't feel like a person anymore. I don't feel like I can afford to be a person bc doing anything costs money. And I've been doing this so long and it's all completely by myself with no one to back me up and no additional income in sight and it isn't fucking fair.

There's no actual point to this post but I'm so. So tired of needing to be perfect all the time and life just grinding me to a fine pulp regardless. I'm tired of being punished for trying to take care of myself. I'm tired of being completely alone with no support and a mental health state that I can't remember having since I was closeted in high school.

I still feel like such a failure and I don't know what to do.

[nibwhipdragon]

I'm glad you asked! (Staring at you intently. Shaking incredibly hard)

So. You know when I was talking about that one game whose fandom consists literally only of me? Yeah it's this one. Help.

The game's a turn-based rpg, with a battle system sort of like deltarune now that I think about it? Anyways. Plot. You play as Yuu, the child of this legendary hero who is now being raised by a dragon who was besties with the hero. And she wants to become an awesome legendary hero, just like her dad! So the plot of the game is about her adventures as she makes friends and meets new people while she learns how to be a hero. Except. The dragon was this very powerful monster, did a lot of very evil things and killed people. As you do! And so he's training her to eventually kill him so she can actually become a legendary hero. I'm telling you that bc. The game is not subtle about it at all. Main selling point of the game. The plot is SO good. There's much more to it but I keep that a secret. Going in fully blind is such a great experience. Top 10 videogames to scream and cry and throw up to

Speaking of plot. Sidequests (called Acts of Kindness in the game. Very cute!). So many of them. And they all add to the plot too. It gives the world so much more depth to it, all the characters you help have such distinct personalities and they have their own arcs that you see them go through as you complete the quests. They're also all interweaved together, like for example you can't start/continue a questline if you don't help a certain other character first, as that character is meant to help but has their own issues at that moment. You also have to complete all the sidequests for the true ending, but it's actually fun instead of a hassle! :3

I also reccomend you complete as many sidequests as you can before continuing the plot. The game can get pretty grindy (RPG moment) and it'll help alleviate that a bit.

Artstyle. Very good. Directed by the same person who directed The Liar Princess and The Blind Prince, but they've gone with a more colourful style this time.

Here's some screenshots of the game! Very pretty to look at, as all good games should be.

Idk if you've played The Liar Princess and The Blind Prince before, but the director REALLY loves giving their games a children's storybook sort of aesthetic (I say as they've only directed 2 games). The cutscenes are narrated like it's a passage from a storybook! The images are always static and when they change it gets pulled off screen like it's a page it's awesome

The soundtrack as well. Ough the soundtrack. It is SO good I'm so sad it's as short as it is. It uses a lot of like. Organic instruments like flutes and such, it really fits alongside the visuals of the game!

There's also the secret bosses which allow you to get a secret item. Very hard but very fun to fight. You can only fight them once per save though...but you'll have no issues with that though! The game has 32 save file slots! I'm not kidding! This should be the norm! Speaking of that. After you make your choices in battle, the game gives you around 3 seconds to cancel it before it goes ahead with your choices. Ever misclicked in a turn-based RPG or realised that you could've made better choices but it's too late now? The 3 second wait allows you to rectify yourself! I wish this was the norm!

The credits are also unskippable. Not because the game doesn't allow you to, but because it shows off the events of things prior to the game. The game rewards you for watching the credits! How awesome is that! Very epic and cool.

There is more stuff I could talk about, but it'd be spoiler stuff and this is one of those games you really want to go into blind.

As to how to get it, it's on PS4 and switch! It should be available to buy on their stores digitally. There are also physical copies too (I have one!). However I think they were limited (why does Nippon Ichi do this man. I can't find Mad Rat Dead physically ANYWHERE) and you could only get them via the special storybook/treasure trove editions. So if you wanted a physical copy then uh. Good luck! I can try find one as best I can for you if you want but. Yeah.

Hey I think you should go play The Cruel King and The Great Hero. Please

[airbendertendou]

the feels! ♥︎ asmodeous

synopsis : you tell the demon brothers what pride month is and they take you out to celebrate! except, you don’t hold your alcohol that well. no worries, asmo won’t let you go to bed with an unwashed face. <3

warnings ; drunk!reader, casual talking abt sex [bc its... asmo], everyone is part of the lgbtq+ community bc i said so, poor explination of pride and what it means lmao

song inspo ; the feels by twice

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"A whole month dedicated to Lucifer?" Mammon's nose was scrunched in disgust at the thought. Satan was beside him, shaking his head shamefully. You let out a loud laugh, a snort escaping alongside your giggle at the faces they were making. "You humans have poor taste."

"No, silly demon," you laughed again as Mammon's cheeks flared pink at the name. "Pride month meaning a celebration for the different sexualities and genders that are out of the ordinary to others." You tilted your head with a frown as you saw their confusion, "I don't really know how to explain it well."

"I can!" Asmo jumped into the conversation with a grin. "Pride month commemorates the impact the LGBTQ+ members have. It does focus on honoring out of the norm genders and sexualities, though. In rememberance of the first Pride."

"Right, the Stonewall Riots in 1969."

Mammon frowned, tilting his head. He looked Asmo up and down in question, eyes guarded yet curious. Satan held his chin in thought, nodding once he properly gathered his thoughts. The blond spoke with a raised eyebrow, "so, nothing to do with Lucifer?"

"No," you rolled your eyes, "nothing to do with Lucifer."

Asmo claps then, the sparkling grin on his lips growing wider and spelling out touble for the rest of you. Throwing an arm around your shoulders — and ignoring Mammon's scowl — he rubbed his cheek against yours before speaking. "We should go out and celebrate! We don't have any real Pride celebrations down here, but we can drink!"

"There's no way—"

"Absolutely not."

You interrupted the brothers, cuddling closer to Asmo with a smile and slinging your arm around his waist. "Sounds fun, I'm in!"

Sharing a glance, the other brothers agreed in unison. Honestly, you weren't even sure where the others came from — it was originally just four of you in the kitchen. Eyes wide, you looked like a startled deer at the loud proclomation of, "I'm going, too!" as six voices spoke up.

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You really thought they'd have dispersed by now. But, the seven brothers were still prowling around you and wandering around the club you'd decided to go to. Solomon had come along, simply saying he'd watch after you because the brothers tended to get too distracted to keep an eye on you.

"Drink with me!" A whine came from behind you. Turning on the barstool you sat on, Mammon stood behind you with a pout. There was a flush on his cheeks that said he was tipsy — the glitter on his cheeks you'd convinced him to wear reflected the club's lights and made his eyes shine so prettily. Messily, Mammon handed you a shot glass before clinking them together. "Cheers!"

"Happy Pride month!" you yelled enthuiastically before downing the alcohol. You grimaced as you felt the burn in your throat settle in your chest. "Ugh, that was awful."

"Careful," Solomon spoke up quietly. A miniscule frown was on his lips as he took a sip of the same drink he'd had all night. Scooting closer to you, the wizard spoke in your ear so that you'd actually hear him. "Devildom alcohol is a lot different than ours, you know?"

"It'll be fine!"

Levi as the next to walk up to you with drinks, a scowl on his face at the music. It was surprising that he'd agreed to come to the little get together — you expected him to leave by now, honestly. But, the avatar of envy had stuttered out half-hearted insults to other people as you dusted glitter over his cheeks before your group left, cheeks aflame at the close contact you shared.

Handing you a drink that was named after an anime he'd seen, Levi sipped on the colorful beverage. He scrunched his nose at the taste before declaring it'd be his last drink for the night — he had a game to get back to, after all.

"Happy Pride month!" you cheered again before chugging the drink Levi brought you. He and Solomon watched you with wide eyes, mouths agape as you swallowed the full cup until it was empty. Slamming the empty cup onto the bar, you pursed your lips in thought. "Huh, these are getting easier to drink."

Solomon shook his head, a small grin of amusement on his lips as he watched your antics. Lucifer shared a drink with you before heading back to his office, leaving with a stern reminder to watch Y/N to his brothers. Beel and Belphie took two shots with you before heading to a resteraunt nearby to grab a snack before going home. Satan took a seat beside you at the bar, watching as Mammon made — and lost — bets with random demons at the club.

"Think you've had enough," Solomon spoke up as Mammon convinced you to have yet another shot with him. You curled your nose in disagreement, shaking your head at him. "C'mon, Y/N, how about you drink some water?"

"How about!" You paused as the world began to spin. Blinking, you refocused on Solomon with an animalistic grin. "You mind your business, old man?"

Satan snorted, covering the laugh with a sip to his drink before you could turn on him. Nonchalantly, he pulled the drink you were sipping on away from your reach. "Solomon's right, Y/N. Maybe you should stop now."

You pouted at the blond, not even realizing your drink was gone. Before you could reply, Asmo sauntered up to you with a drink in his hand a grin on his lips. "Drink with me, pretty!"

Without even agreeing, you snatched the drink from his hand with a grin. Clinking the drinks together, you grinned at the avatar of lust. "Happy Pride month!" you exclaimed before downing the beverage. "Oh, that was so good. Best one yet!"

"I don't think you should've done that, Asmo." Solomon spoke quietly. He nodded your way with his chin, watching as you spoke enthusiastically to Satan about who knows what. "They're pretty drunk already."

"I know," Asmo hummed as he drank his own drink. Seeing it, you quickly stopped talking to stare at him with wide eyes. "Oh, I guess you could have my drink, cutie."

As you downed that drink, too, Asmo sent a wink to the other disbelieving boys. Watching the drink dribble down your chin fondly, Asmo leaned closer to whisper to Solomon and Satan. "Don't worry, it's just water. If one of you will help me get them to bed, the other can drag Mammon out."

That's how you ended up sandwiched between Solomon and Asmodeous, arms slung across their shoulders as they led you to the demon's room. You were humming a song you'd heard at the club, curling a finger in Asmo's hair as he opened the door. Solomon watched you dance into the room, "will you guys be okay now?"

"Yeah!" Asmo grinned with a wave. "I've got this, no worries. Night!"

Sauntering up to you with a playful smile, Asmo hummed along with you. Eyes widened, you swirl around to grin at him and sway along to the song in your heads. Sighing, you settle your arms around the demon's shoulders, relaxing into him further as he recipricated the hold on your hips. "Pretty," you sighed again as you placed your face in his neck. "You're so, so pretty, Asmo."

"You're too sweet, lovely." His cheeks flushed at the sincere — and true — compliment. Shuffling you closer to the bed, he laid you on it gently. Kneeling beside you, Asmo could only peer down at you fondly as you blinked up at him. "How about we get changed into something comfy, hm?"

"Oh!" you dragged your voice out. Trailing your fingers up his chest teasingly, your grin turned sensual and excited. "Didn't know that's why you brought me to your room."

"Hm, tempting," Asmo stooped down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before perking back up. "But, not when you've been drinking. Never when you're this drunk." He tapped your hips lightly, indicating for you to lift them so he could help you out of your clothes. You whined but complied anyways, allowing Asmo to shuffle you out of your clubbing clothes and into a shirt that was far too large for you.

Grabbing his skincare from his bathroom, Asmo re-entered his room with a coo at how sleepy you looked. He got back into his previous position, kneeling beside your head for easy access to your face. "As pretty as you looked tonight, it's time to get cleaned up, okay?"

"'Kay," you hummed out in response. Gently, the demon made sure to remove any and all of the makeup you wore. He carefully swiped the glitter you wore away as he thought about how cute it was that you matched Mammon and Levi tonight.  Sleepily, you slurred out a small, "thanks, 'mo." as he pulled away for a second.

Grinning down at you fondly, he pressed another kiss to your lips before rubbing moisturizer onto your face. "Anything for you, pretty. You know that."

Leaving you briefly to do his own routine, the demon didn't expect to see you trying to sit up on his bed. Tilting his head, the question dropped from his tongue before he could say it as you extended your arms outward. You pouted, "we cuddlin'?"

"'Course we're cuddling!" Jumping into the bed, Asmo made sure you were surrounded by his arms and that your legs were tangled with his. At this point, you didn't know whos limb was where, but you were too comfortable to complain. Pressing a loud kiss to your forehead, Asmo sighed dreamily. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Sweet dreams, 'Smo."

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[xycuro-illuminati]

Why do you dislike the way mcu fans portray fratt, I'm assuming you don't completely hate the ship but hate the portrayal by most fans.

I've answered this before in a few details in asks here and here but I will continue them with more info on this ask: Fratt was originally p niche in terms of mlm pairings for Matt, but unfortunately as more m/cu fans got into it, they began writing horrid fanfics including them either being extremely abusive, abo shit, ooc hell where it reads like the authors have never watched the show and only took context from gifsets of the netflix show on tumblr, to straight up ableism in terms of how they portray Matt in these stories. A lot of the good fratt writers I enjoyed have moved on from the pairing so it's just a cesspool at this point (I don't check the tag anymore but unfortunately, some of them add the daredevil comics tag and it'll sometimes show up). This goes for m/cu dd fans in general, bc the type of woobification and ableism stretches over to the m/cu mattfoggy fandom and other pairings. However, in my experience, it's so much worse with fratt. I don't see this type of portrayal when it comes to pairing Frank with other male characters, it's only when he's paired off with Matt. Examples of this type of ableism is def how fratt fanfic writers love to portray Matt as the helpless blind man that cries and whines about everything and he needs big strong Frank to be there and take care of him despite the fact that he's a grown man who is able to take care of himself. A lot of caretaker fetishes as well since they love to imply that Matt is significantly younger than Frank despite their age gap not being that huge both in the show and the comics (both of these men are in their 40s/50s) and this goes hand in hand with the infantalization. M/cu fratt fans also love to use the terms top and bottom as if they were secondary gender norms bc I've seen too many where Matt is written as the "woman" of the pairing, which is not only homophobic but ableist as well. M/cu dd fans also believe that the whole dynamic that Daredevil and Punisher has an extremely black and white in terms of their morality when it's a lot more gray than that. A lot of Catholic™ Matt Murdock tags used to the point of ooc both in terms of the show and comics which is just overall super annoying to read, especially when making some type of conflict with Frank. It literally feels like I'm reading the current dd run written by Zdarsky which btw is Not Good in terms of how he's writing Matt as a character.

Not only that, m/cu fratt fans literally write about the same fucking thing over and over again. It's either a season 2 rewrite but Frank patches up Matt, throw in some Catholic shit and ooc talk about redemption, and then they fuck. Or it's just porn with no plot. I've also seen horrible takes on the tumblr tag ranging from "Matt and Frank would adopt Peter and hang out with Tony Stank" to "Matt is in love with Frank bc he reminds him of his father/kinda looks like him too bc daddy issues 😍" to someone straight up suggesting that there should be more fics of the REAL LIFE ACTORS being together, and so many more. A lot of them def taking the whole top/bottom thing as if those are personality traits and more posts that infantalize Matt. Not only that, a majority of fratt fans are just gross in general and I don't want to interact with them overall. It's thanks to what the fratt fandom has turned into that I no longer enjoy the pairing and I'm now starting to hate it as a whole. It's no wonder why comic dd fans call it the gay ship for straight people. Looking through the fratt tag anywhere now will give you psychic damage from all the nonsensical garbage there is. If you still enjoy this pairing, then okay, good for you ig. But don't expect me to make more content for it anytime soon and I will not pull back any punches on my honest opinions about it, especially the opinions I have towards certain fans. Sorry for this super long answer, anon, but hopefully I got out all of my gripes with the pairing and how its on par with how I feel about m/cu dd fans overall too.

[gebder]

If you don't mind me adding lmao

Don't feel like you have to add stuff on when you rb, there isn't really a way to hide replies in reblogs in tumblr? And derailing a post is something we like to avoid. Most people add unimportant commentary in their tags, since tags don't show up in future rbs and are small down there so the post doesn't clog the dash ! Tags are used really freely here. Literally they're just another place to talk, besides the actual tags.

Another thing is you can block certain words in the post, filter em, I'm not sure what exactly it's called but you can't miss it, it's right next to filtering tags in settings. It doesn't work 100%, but it works a good amount of the time, and it helps in case people don't tag properly.

It's also a norm to have personal tags for your art and/or writing, and write it in your bio, so ppl thinking to follow can look through em and see what original content they're signin up for ^^

And one last thing, that's important: tumblr has no algorithm. I mean, it does, but it's shitty and you can turn it off so everyone does that. This means ppl only get exposure if their stuff is rbed,, so if you see art you like pls rb bc it'll have like 10 notes max if no one does

Welcome to tumblr!! Hope you enjoy your stay

uhhh i have no idea how tumblr works and if people will even find this,, but hey! i left mcyttwt because its awful :D im looking for people to follow. i like techno, ranboo and philza the most but i like all dsmp members! also i do art and writing i guess

I AM SO LOST idk what im doing but im gonna slap some tags on and see what happens

so like? i guess? interact w this and ill follow you lol