#beefers just here

[hart-on-my-sleeve]

"WE'VE GOT DOLLS MADE OF US! You ever have a woman come up and say 'you're just a doll'? Well that's the truth when you talk about the Dream Team. "

"Except it's not the real thing... Can you imagine having a real Beefcake or a real Greg the Hammer Valentine in your living room?"

... what are we talking about again? @w@

11 2 1986 Wrestling Challenge - Beef Greg Promo

[pushingdaisies1]

Its never too late baby . . . ♡

(✧ ˚.) PAIRING-> James "Logan" Howlett {A.K.A} Wolverine x Mutant Reader >_<

(✧ ˚.) SUMMARY -> You were always someone who utilized your strengths. Physical and mental, you were a jack of all trades. You were a true hero to the students you taught within the school. Amongst the other X-men, you would always be one of them. But you had this little tick, that always annoyed Logan no doubt. You were a secretive person, too secretive for even his "standards." For others, you were a pillar of nurture and guidance. He saw your well-meaning nature from miles away. It was almost sickening to him how you would stretch your capabilities out to no end. He would never deny that he could be selfish. Sometimes it's more worth it to save your spine, than risk it for someone else. Though with the problems being thrown the team's way as of recent, he always saw you spinning your wheels. You wouldn't reason with him even when he of all people would lend you a shoulder to cry on. Even the students at the school could see it. With their childish snickers and big-eyed looks at your comfortable banter with Mr. Howlett whenever he helped with class. You were in love with the Wolverine. Again, out of all the Canadians - him? It wasn't something like a schoolgirl crush. It was an infatuation sort of deal. You burned for him mind body and soul. You would pretty much follow this scoundrel to the ends of the earth, even the end of your life if prompted. Which causes something to break between you two after you risk your livelihood for your family. The people that made up your heart, including Logan.

(✧ ˚.) AUTHORS NOTE -> hi party people!! I saw so much of the sweet reception for my first ever logan piece , so tysm!! Genuinely from the bottom of my heart the love means so much. As I’m currently going through my x-men marathon time if you will , I’ve had this idea brewing for a while. Thankfully the resurgence of logan content has given me the push needed to formulate this yk! This isn’t a part two to my previous logan post. That will be coming very shortly, but this is its own thing. Timeline wise... erm.... idrk a good place to put this SIGH. I'm thinking like in between x2 and the last stand. also one last final note , the title I took from Chemtrails over the country club. specifically the one lyric - "it's never too late baby so don't give up." felt like an appropriate whimsy title, nd I have been hearing that song everywhere lolz. Anyways, toodles!!! ᐢᗜᐢ (✧ ˚.) CWS (?) -> Descriptions of blood and graphic injury , they/them pronouns for reader !! , mentions of major character deal , Logan cares too much ... which could mean nothing , ur comatose for like the good first chunk of this , Jean and u have LORE!!!!! (not rlly but u and her have backstory beefers/her "passing" affect reader 100%) , mourning/grief, And that's on having no healing powers!! Buh-dun-csh!!

Your fall from grace was quick on the battlefield. This was supposed to just be any regular mission. You were using it as a way to clear your head after all. But you took a leap too far and now here you were, plummeting. The issue at hand was apprehended, sure. But you didn't leave the fight unscathed. Your vision grew too spotty for you to even make out your surroundings. Your hearing too even started to fog. Looking down, somehow or some way a large-sized piece of shrapnel metal had made it into your torso. Right in the sweet spot that was not in the lungs. Your legs began to wobble, losing your footing slowly but surely. You didn't realize your body was falling to the ground. The warm feeling rushing through you was the blood exiting from your hefty wound. It was ironic the last thing your eyes met before collapsing. Logan turned back around immediately once he noticed you weren't clamoring to the jet. His heart sunk to his stomach as he immediately sprung over to you. By the time your head had smacked against the ground, you went out. Your fingertips began to buzz, your fatigue lifting all of a sudden. All of the hurt and weight on your shoulders lifted? You felt freer than before, with a piece of debree stuck inside of your body no more. Even if some people regarded mutants as the next step in human evolution, a majority were still stuck with fleshy bodies. If only you were made out of steel. In this momentary unconsciousness, you thought about everything that went wrong. Your existence as a whole, joining the school. Moving up from student to teacher at Professor Xavier's school, like Scott and Ororo you were one of the first. Regarded as maybe one of the most useful of the bunch. No one could ever compete with Storm, the literal incarnate of a goddess. You thought of her as your eyes closed, embraced with the warm memories of your early days within the school.

The professor was never one to play favorites among his students. But when he searched you out and arrived with a less conniving Magneto at your door, it was clear you were special to him and his cause. From that day forward you were seen as a pillar of hope to a lot of the students. To some, you were like a mother, to others a guardian who would save them no matter the risk. To Logan Howlett - "The Wolverine", you were a coward. A coward that he admired. A coward he respected due to the ways you handled... stress in the simplest of terms. From the day he met you, he wandered around the halls of the mansion bewildered and confused. Something about you stuck out. He would've done something with this urge sooner if his eyes weren't honed in on another.

From day one you were not surprised how fast he fell and yearned for Jean. The woman you saw as your confidant, your best friend, she was magnificent. Smart and poised all in one with a strong set of mutant abilities. She was on the same power level as the professor, which made sense for their connection.

For living in Jean's shadow, you didn’t hate it. You were her right-hand man. Your balance was comforting, she was like your sister. The professor in small quiet moments of honesty to you liked to compare you to him and Magnus. When times were simpler they weren’t at opposing ends of the mutant kind spectrum. Yours and Jean's dynamic made you feel at ease with yourself. How could you worry? Your identity became a part of hers a long time ago. Logan saw more to that with you. Sure you could nag a lot of the time, and you always barked up his tree whenever he found ways to smoke on school grounds. But you just had this pull for him. He'd always find his way to see you first whenever entering a room. His brash and gritty attitude always got all mushy around you. He over time grew a lot more fond of the smallest details when it came to you. He was an amnesiac, his past only bits and pieces. But you made him feel grounded. You cherished his growth in ways no one else had. You were the reason why he was so drawn to the "now" of life. He needed that in times like this. He couldn't keep up for long after the realization that Jean was gone finally sunk in. Drowning at his one-sided attraction, the longing that he could've done more, you pulled him right out from that rut. Thank god that the two of you combined had horrible sleep schedules. His nightmares still stirred while you were suddenly afflicted with these with the memories of being on that jet when it wouldn't take off. That same pain rocketed through you every night as you were haunted by the sight of Jean finally swept into the oncoming flood. The feeling of grief ricocheted throughout the entire school. But you found your way to stay afloat. It was Logan, which you never thought of yourself admitting. But truth be told it was him. He was the most anchoring thing around you. Ororo distanced herself for the first month, while Scott cracked under the pressure of grief. Late nights dashing around the campus halls to the kitchen, out to the court where you two just talked. You had never seen him talk so much until you two became each other's support. It made you feel better seeing him smile more. Especially when it was at you. Again, you would never utter that truth EVER. At least that's what you thought. But his smile was a nice reminder of all of the light he held inside of him. As much as he despised ... everything, he was still so nurturing in his own ways. Nightmares were an excuse for him to be next to you. Nightmares were his excuse to hold you tight to his chest. The pain of loss was a collective "excuse" between the two of you to just .. be close.

Soon though, this ideal predicament between you both started to crack. Because even though she was dead, you still knew you would always be inferior. It may be all in your head but the hate kept you driven. It kept you driven but also mad. Small things would set you off soon enough. You knew deep down whenever he'd look into your eyes, it was a nice reminder of Jean. Even with how much he denied it when you came to him in tears, your bitter pain and grief clouded your judgment.

Logan saw that even with his help you were still hurting. He didn't want to get involved in it entirely as some of it was your own demon. But he saw how bad your spiraling was and still wouldn't accept his help. Not even from Ororo or Scott, not even the professor. Neither of you would admit who started the argument. It was late, and you were tired from pushing yourself to grade papers. Logan couldn't sleep and wandered his way to your classroom of course. The conversation was fine until he mentioned the problem. Your problem which you didn't want to deal with right now. As you were only running on a few hours of sleep. But even with Logan's usual "take and give no fucks" attitude, he knew he needed to push. You were slowly shutting yourself off this time, and he didn't expect himself to be a part of that mix. It was all a misunderstanding, but the two of you were angry and fire was thrown.

Your shared feelings were complicated. This whole ordeal with him brought out the "worst parts" of your love for him. He too was dealing with his internal dilemma. How could he move on from Jean and you were still latched onto the idea of her? It was a stupid question that was brought up in a Logan way, which of course caused the spat to escalate. His poor mistake was what he shouted. Already with the fear of waking one or even all of the students, you hated what he even dared to utter. "We're friends, you need to calm down about this whole obsession thing bub!" Originally you were thinking of just heading to bed. You were too tired to continue on with this constant bickering. But that's when you exploded on him. You regretted every last word you said to his face. Because it was you speaking your honest truth. About what you felt for him, about your hurt and your pain. How Jean was practically your lifeline. Losing her was like losing a piece of yourself. Especially since you rubbed it in about the kiss he and her shared. That you had seen and that made you sick to your stomach. A couple hours later she was dead. Your heightened emotions make you feel almost dizzy. The more you talked the more you realized his expressions distinct shift. As he was reaching out for you, you immediately swatted his arm askew. He didn't realize he hated to see you cry as much as he did until now. With broken sobs, you ran out of your classroom. The papers once stacked neatly were now laid messily all over your desk. You made sure to keep quiet. What broke your heart even more was a half-awake Rogue you ran into. She looked even more awake seeing your distraught state. Her feet tip-toed against the wooden floors of the hall before she looked at you. A big reason you and Logan were so close too, was because of Rogue. She was a good kid, he always rubbed off on her. He told you everything about how he and Rogue met. You were so enamored hearing him recount even the foggiest of memories. It could even be arguments with Scott he had, you'd just sit there with wide eyes as you listened. His word became your gospel. It warmed you to your core hearing him almost sound like a dad. He had looked out for her from the beginning. You always tried to do the same even when he left for Alklai Lake for answers.

It was so silly when she had practically pushed you and Logan to talk. She was just a kid and you two took up the almost suto role of her protectors. Friend or parent, she too found two trusted people to confide in. So you immediately went into "teacher mode" as soon as she saw you with watery eyes. She looked puzzled when her face met yours. You calmed down her storm of questions as she sputtered on and on. What's wrong? , is something happening? Are you okay? The hug you shared was one of the last meaningful hugs you had with another living being. You practically cradled her in your arms as you helped her calm down. She looked up at you, her larger brown eyes almost like the ones of a puppy. "Please don't be lying to me... y'know ah don't like liars." She whispered softly, her bubbly southern accent quiet. Your heart broke into a couple more pieces as you lied through your teeth. With a content nod, you bidded her a goodnight. Turning back to your room to drown your sorrow in god knows what. It had only been a good couple of months after Jeans' death that a mission arose. The X-men were laying low after everything at the base. For the school's and students' sake. But it was always on time when something bad happened for the team to fix. Old enemies came a-knocking and this time it wasn't Magneto. It was all supposed to be an in-and-out operation. You immediately clamored to get your hands dirty once again. You and Logan hadn't been talking for the last couple of days. Not even meeting in the dead of night to speak to another. You longed to hear about his afternoons subbing with Storm. This was your chance to regain some well-needed level-headedness. The thrill of doing what's right for a better tomorrow always made you feel better The mission even got Scott to come out of his puddle of mourning. Making you feel even better seeing your good friend so triumphant as he quickly clamored for his uniform. You and Logan didn't even brush shoulders as Storm and Scott dashed off to prepare the jet for takeoff. Everything should have gone fine. You should have all made it out alive. Every single one of you, that's what you had planned. Your lapse in judgment will always be your curse. Because now here you were, in the lap of the man that made your stomach churn. That made you feel LIKE that silly schoolgirl feeling you despised. Snapping back to reality, you realize where you are currently laid. Logan's eyes eased from his previous panicked look of fear as he saw you conscious. You were still bleeding but it seems that with quick medical attention either one of them got it to lessen. Your heart raced as you felt the warmness of his hands as they pressed against your cheeks. "Come on, there you go. Just focus on me." He cooed to your heaving chest. In the far back of the jet, you couldn't see Ororo or Scott. What you could see though was the remnants of blood on Logan's suit. He must have carried you off of the rubble and into the X-jet. Your smile was nothing compared to the horrid wince that left you. Finally, after this long moment of ease, the pain set in.

Going down to hold your gut, you shuddered as your vision all of a sudden wavered. You took in a sharp breath as finally, you noticed how in bad shape you were. Red filled your palm as you shuddered. Thankfully Logan noticed you and your shaky breath and immediately gripped your hand. Even in this state, you were currently in, you would always be able to focus on him. "I know, I know it's scary. You got hit pretty bad, but it's okay. Just focus on me and you'll be okay? I have you." He encouraged softly with that comforting rasp in his throat. His eyes were shaken and his lip was firm. Though his mood lightened somewhat because at least now you were awake.

You tried to speak but you were so weak. That same fatigue stung you as you stumbled over your words. He cradled you in his arms as he kept his eyes only on you. Your weary mind still around belittling you, another one of your eerily humane curses. He saw your chest quicken and lip quiver as your eyes began to lull, you were struggling. "Hey .. don't strain yourself - what is it?" He too began to worry as you saw his vulnerability bloom. Finally your chest steady as you took in one big breath of air. You let out the one thing keeping you from slipping back into rest in one huff. "Don't let me die, asshole." The asshole part came out more garbled from you after you coughed out your last words. Your last words before your eyes fell closed. For some reason, your hearing stayed for just a while longer. In and out, you could hear him cursing under his breath. The last thing you hear is Logan's panicked shouting at Scott, "Can this hunk of metal go any faster?!"

Finally, after so much pain, there was quiet. Peace and quiet after your constant heartache. You felt freed from the chains of reality. From birth to now, now seemed like your death. You left your current reality with a bitter-sweet smile as you felt consciousness swarm over you.

You couldn't feel how long you were out. Oh, but Logan could. Six weeks you lay in the infirmary. With some sort of miracle and hope, Ororo was barely able to stabilize you. The team rushed back into the mansion in panic as your wounds were assessed. But no, you couldn't feel the panic that coursed through your loved ones as you lay so peacefully. You didn't know your heart rate was being tracked. You were stable but anyone could guess it'd take you a while to re-reach consciousness. That your accident broke the barely well Scott Summers. But most of all it affected Logan to the core. He felt his world shake under him as he finally realized what had just happened. Something snapped in a man so stuck in his ways. Those words you said to him before you went back down. They were short but in the moment meant so much. Not to mention the fact that even Logan, so careless and free, was guilty. Every time he came back just to see you, he wanted to curl over and into you. Just like how he mourned Jean, he mourned you. Though .. he couldn't because you were technically still here. He may have not noticed it but everyone else could. The lack of your presence hindered him the worst. He missed the way you'd bother him out of the blue during the quiet time around the school. He missed you telling him about your life. He missed the shitty snort you did when you laughed too hard at one of his bad jokes. He missed seeing you happy. He missed seeing you move around. Pestering students for turning in assignments late or cheating. He missed the feel of your lips against his forehead when his nightmares of Jean flared up. He missed the way you looked at him. The way you saw him not only as a man but as himself. He didn't know how to admit it but he.. missed you. He missed you so bad and it was eating away at him. He spent hours out of his day visiting you. Like what you two always did when you were alone, he talked. About his day, what he ate, and even the lessons he overheard. The school got even quieter with you gone and he hated it. He felt bitter and broken, he didn't want to feel like that. He especially missed the way he felt with you. Almost like being on cloud nine. He finally understood the pain you felt when Jean died. This time on a more intimate level than he'd like to admit. He felt like the moon was ripped away from him after the sun. Now he was just the lonely tide, washing away against the shore until you returned. Ororo did all she could to help. All she could do was maintain your physical well-being as your body healed with rest. Logan hated the wait. The time you spent not walking around the halls of the school was maybe one of the worst times in his life. Since it hit him so deep on a real level. In this array of pain and even more guilt, he felt something dawn on him as you were still comatose. He was in love with you, Logan was in love with you. He felt like an idiot but the realization would always stay true. No matter how stupid he felt. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew. In the middle of his thought process, he heard the swift slide open of the infirmary doors.

Right now he was standing over you. The one thing that kept his spirits high about your recovery was the gentle rise and lower of your chest. He didn't have to look behind him to know it was Storm. She too had taken her time checking in on your unconscious form. He sighed as she walked up right beside him. She gently cupped the examination table where your body would lay. She looked down at her hands with a bitter-sweet smile on her lips. She looked over to Logan, who was at a pause with himself. She decided to finally break the long silence. "You know they'll be fine, right?" She hummed as she glanced up to look over you. He chuckled softly as his brow pinched. His chuckle came out more like a rugged scoff. "I know, this just feels weird." He sucked in a breath of stale air. "It was funny the first night you arrived at the mansion.." Storm drew up a memory of that fateful night. "As soon as I and Scott brought you in, they immediately volunteered to help Jean down here with your examination. They were always enamored with your set of abilities. You were one of a kind to them especially, I suppose." Now his hands gripped into the sides of the examination table. He looked down, in pity of you and himself. How could he be so blind? Storm butted in once more as she noticed his demeanor shift. "All I'm saying is, they'd be happy to know how much you worried." He nodded in response, reminiscing when things were good. From your first encounter to now, his heart warmed. "I'd do it for anyone else." He gritted out as he bit back a smile. The truth was he was still in agony about Jean's loss. It felt wrong to love you as he had longed for her after all of this time. But you felt like a whole different story. He didn't have to sit in agony knowing that no matter what his love would always be with another. You always gave him the time and day, hell even down to the minute to just be honest. He needed you at his side no matter what you were to him. Maybe you were more than a friend, maybe he was crazy about you, but you understood him. In a way maybe Jean never had. Ororo knew he needed more time so she complied with the awkwardness in the air. "I'll give you some more time. Rest easy Logan, they'd want that." She insisted before making her way out of the infirmary. He immediately looked down back at you, before looking back at the monitor tracking your heart. He sighed, biting into his lip. He stuttered the only thing that had been keeping him sane since he last felt your eyes open. "Don't fail me now dimples... I need you." He gritted as his teeth were practically ground into his gums. It has become a regular part of his routine now. Once the students were back in their dorms for the night, down to the infirmary he goes. He could never be tired of seeing you at rest. Seeing you okay and not in pain. He just wished he could hear you speak. He hoped that you could hear his pleas for you to wake.

As much as he longed for you he just bided his time. Like the fool he was, like the idiot he felt like when you made him so weak. You made him feel the most human he ever could feel.

That day was supposed to be a normal day. Classes had been more and more brief. After the loss of Jean and you being "put out." But he did not expect to see what he did next. Going into the elevator to head downstairs, to of course see you as always. He was ready to talk about what you missed away and so on. His chest tightened once he saw what was right in front of him. It was you, you were walking? You were awake and on your own two feet. Your midsection was still bandaged but at least you were standing up straight. But then it finally clicked. Wait, you shouldn't even be walking around right now?!

He immediately ran to steady you once your expression went more absent. "Welcome back to the land of the living." He roughly inquired with a small, pleased grin. "I feel like shit, so don't start with me Wolvie." You gritted out with that smile that made him too feel all good on the inside. Quickly, his arms calmly wrapped around you. He longed for your embrace for too long. It wasn't like you were fighting him when he enacted this. You wrapped your arms around him too. He made sure not to squeeze too tight with your bandages and all. A gentleman must stay mindful, he could recall you poking at him as he had a beer bottle half hidden in his jacket.

Your head gently rested in the crook of his neck. That quiet he hated so much before when seeing you in the infirmary was warmer now. He liked the peace and quiet between the two of you when you were there WITH him. After some minutes passed, you met him back face to face. You eyes lingered as you watched the way he swallowed in with composure. You had longed for him to see you. Finally, all the puzzle pieces were clicking, and with your luck all at once. You knew before this would have never happened. It felt wrong and almost hurtful for you to be doing this. But go big or go home I guess. It was you who initiated it, and he gratefully complied. Still keeping you steady, once your lips met his hand immediately went to cup your cheek. In the bliss shared, all of a sudden it felt right. The tender embrace of your lips with his felt good. It was hungry and it was liberating. You could feel his heart beating out of his chest as quick gasps for air were taken. "I'm sorry." He uttered out, forehead against yours. "I know." You said with a sanguine look in your eye. "I love you." He uttered again at a rapid pace. "I know." You purred, your eyes looking back into his hazy ones. Things would always be complicated between the both of you. But deep down you had hope. Maybe not now, someday things could just be normal between you and The Wolverine. That's all you wanted and that's all you dreamed of. Yours and his timing by all means was horrible. So it wasn't surprising this delightful moment got interrupted by Scott of all people. You and Logan looked back, hands immediately darting off of one another. Time to address THAT later.

Scott's mouth fell agape as he began to regret coming down here in the first place. He readjusted his glasses with a small scowl. "Well hello to you too, and Logan." He turned his head to give him that same look. "Wanted to check on you but clearly -" He made sure to put a specific emphasis on 'clearly.' "That job has been overtaken by him.. I'll get Ororo." Before either you or Logan could interrupt him, Scott was already pressing buttons up to the main floor. Now that it was just the two of you bubbling laughs were shared. You felt finally okay. You felt like yourself after those months of nothing but remembrance. You and The Wolverine wormed back into conversation as you could finally talk BACK to him. Another thing you wouldn't ever admit was that yes, you did hear him. His gentle words would always be your favorite secret. After that display of affection though, your and Logan's bond never stayed just a little secret after that. Even after all the trial and error, and the more soon to come, you finally had another moment. Another moment that you could look at when you are older and with more grays on your head. Logan Howlett was yours, no matter how much the universe wanted to throw you around a loop. You'd always have him by your side, till the end of time. Nothing would stop you from cherishing this connection. Not even the burning phoenix crackling over the horizon. You and Logan against time baby.

ꔫ✉ reblogs/interaction is appreciated <3

[lukolabrainrot]

Hi,

I am really confused on the following. It’s one thing to think Nic and Luke are not dating. That’s ok, people’s opinion. But today so many people are saying they are not even friends. Why do people hate the fact of them being friends. Why are some people rooting for them to be beefing. It’s like the idea of them besties is crazy.

This is my interpretation of what is going on:

The beefing rumors arose from echochambers of misinformation that started spiraling around after papgate when everyone turned on L. This was stemming from people projecting past traumas in their own lives onto L and N. We all were pretty confused after papgate, with a lot of questions and very few answers. Therefore, it was easy to get sucked into these echochambers because we were looking for answers and to try and make sense of a complicated situation. I know I myself got stuck in these spaces for a while, and it really muddied my interpretation of what was going on for a few months. But this is what we have to remember. There is ZERO direct evidence that these two have ever "beefed" this year (or ever since they have known each other for that matter). In fact, there is a TON of evidence to the contrary, particularly this year.

However, the people who still think they are "beefing" are always going to think they are beefing because they haven't been able to move on from papgate, and to be really frank, haven't been able to move on from their own past traumas and are using these two individuals they do not know to project their own pain and hurt. Here's something else to keep in mind. L lost a lot of fans at papgate, and he will likely not get them back anytime soon. He'll be fine and he will move on in his career and do other projects, but papgate will be a permanent scar he will have to carry with him forever (ty A 😑). Therefore, people just can't see how N could even be friends with L, because the "beefers" hate L and see themselves in N.

Lastly, L/N's lives are NOWHERE near as dramatic as some people seem to want to make it out to be. 🙄

My advice to everyone... Let's PLEASEEE move on from papgate. L/N for sure have, and tbh, I think papgate impacted a certain subsection of this fandom a LOT more in some ways than it impacted L/N.

[ochrearia]

ether

I'm normal (lying) and I needed to put this somewhere so bad and it's still not enough but YS I'm sorry. I'm making you suffer even more but you need to understand we're basically the same at this point and you're really the only bitch that I can pretend like feels exactly what I feel. Fuck. RGBFverse prompts aren't just silly fiction anymore

Every damn prompt in the last two or so days has been real. Been me. I feel like that was obvious

BFs in this one-shot: Yourself (YS)

God it was getting rather ridiculous now. Could he even blame it all on the angelic instincts anymore? Sure, they certainly didn’t help, but that wasn’t… it wasn’t quite the same. At least, YS wasn’t really sure if it was or not. The guardian angel thing, that was more of a possessive protectiveness that flared up practically any time he saw or thought about his people he’d attached to. Which, good god, he was understanding why angels didn’t attach to this many people. It was bad enough to have one person taking up all your thoughts on any given day, because you were hard-wired to dedicate yourself to them, but he was at what, fifteen now? Probably more. And he wasn’t stopping his erratic attaching either. He’d probably keep making that number go up. Not like he was known to make good choices.

But this felt a little different. YS was no stranger to working himself up into trances over the sheer amount of sappy, sentimental thoughts he started getting over any given brother. And it wasn’t like those thoughts were specific to one idea. The protectiveness rang true in those trances and made itself known through his half-aware mumbling. And paired with it came thoughts of love, and appreciation, and everything in between he had no idea how to name.

But… were the trances even because of his angelic instincts? Or did he just feel so damn deeply about things in general? Suppose YS couldn’t really recall feeling much of these trances before he started meeting all of his brothers. Maybe he had thoughts pooled together like this about her, and he was sure of that but he probably just never considered it as a “trance”. Because it’s not alien to just love your girlfriend that much that you think every nice thought possible about her, right? And he used to be able to kiss her any time he wanted, show properly his affection and she’d understand it. Maybe feel it too.

So what the fuck was going on here? Every time his brain snagged on a thought about a brother it was like a fucking disaster was set off. YS very much didn’t care in terms of ‘what affection he could express’ compared to what he ‘couldn’t’, because it was all going to slip out at some point eventually. If you asked him, he was technically not allowed to express any type, because he didn’t deserve to, but Beefer would sooner crash straight through his mirror in full dino form and try to like, eat him or something. Because he could tell when YS was being an ass to himself and was sticking very clearly to his ‘job’ of butting in before it kept going.

God his heart. YS was going to die it felt like, because fuck, why did his heart have to ache so bad thinking about his brothers? Tripping himself up over the fact they cared about him, dizzying his own mind over the concept of being loved by anyone, much less this many people. And yeah, okay, sure, they were all technically the same person. And there was probably some merit to his previous idea of reality getting confused when there were two or more of them in the same world. Getting so cuddly for nothing because it felt like they had to become whole again despite not being fractured at all. But this was just… something else.

He loved so hard. Holy fuck, he really did to the point it was debilitating. That’s really what it was. It was debilitating, completely paralyzing him on the spot despite things he needed to be doing. It was so much, almost all the time, it took days sometimes for the ache in his chest to go away for a little, only for it to come back later to torment him again. It was like YS almost couldn’t breathe sometimes, thinking in a spiral of how much love he had for the people in his life now, people loving him back, caring for him, quite literally making him want to wake up to be alive tomorrow so he could keep them in his mind again and maybe even spend time with them. Family like he’d never experienced before, because angels in his world didn’t really care about each other. Couldn’t, when they had others to attach to.

God YS had so much of it to give. That was all he really wanted to do. Give, give it all, drain his heart to empty and still continue giving because he could, and that’s what his brothers deserved and more. Giving the world to the people he loved. For the asshole he believed so much couldn’t want things, he wanted this so badly. Give all of himself away, unhealthy mindset be damned. He would do anything for his people. Because he cared. He cared, so much, and that thought was powerful enough alone to bring slight tears to YS’s eyes. Truth, raw and strong.

But that was the problem. He’d give everything. But he couldn’t give this feeling in his chest, the swirling in his brain, raw emotions that rippled in his body like tsunamis but were confined there. YS had no way to directly broadcast the exact things he felt, and it was like he was dying. Because it was all trapped and it wasn’t fair. Words weren’t enough, actions weren’t enough. None of what he’d been doing so far was enough no matter what he shared. And god, it was so bad, but he’d been describing it all with such negative words when it was literally the opposite.

He’d take being debilitated like this over any other kind of feeling, any day. Wanted this. Wanted.

This was… possessive. Very possessive. His brothers. Every single one of them. His. His to love and hold and appreciate, his to care for and lift up. And not a single damn regret about it. Too possessive? Probably, but this was all so new to him. He’d never done this before, in fact, he doubted that any angel had done this before. Attaching to this many people and feeling just as equally strong about each one. It was so much. And he could never give enough.

So important, all of them. Stuck in YS’s brain and he couldn’t get them out. And it didn’t matter how much he spoke about this to them, telling them point-blank that he loved them, holding them tight and not letting go until told, it was still just… not enough for what he felt in his heart.

YS’s heartbeat was freakishly slow. As were angel’s heartbeats. Probably didn’t help with the whole cold-blooded thing either. But every time he worked himself up into a trance, getting so mind-swirlingly loving, possessive, and almost needy, his heart would speed up. Noticeably speed up, because Beef had pointed it out before. God, he was so disgustingly sweet in his actions and that was mortifying to admit. Biff had a habit of saying it like it was though.

Tear my heart out of my chest, lay bare the ache it holds and feels because I cannot fucking take it anymore. I want you all to know. I wish I could perfectly convey it, I wish you could all feel what I feel, know how powerful my love and care really is, and if it’s too much then I’m so sorry. But it’s exactly what you deserve, and still more. Wonderful to me, kind to me, after all of my mistakes, stains on the world because of my wrong choices. People that aren’t here anymore because I didn’t do enough. But you’re all still here. And I know I have done nothing to deserve any of you.

YS felt like he was dying. But that was okay. If he got to die feeling so positively, then it would be his final victory.

God, I love you all. I promise. For the rest of my time here I will try to convey that as it is. For the rest of my time here I will work to repay and make up for everything I may put you through and you still stay.

For the rest of his time here. However long he’s wanted. And he hoped that would be forever, but that was usually never the case.

So he would love, like it would be over tomorrow.

[lycankeyy]

where do you see yourself five years ago?

Haha hey it's me. Your boy. Um. Coping fanfic /refBDKQNEK

TW: helicopter parenting, Cyber-typical trauma stuff

bfs in this one-shot: fc!bf (boyf, mine), cyborg!bf (cyber, mine)

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Boyf wondered, frequently, if the listlessness, the "placelessness", he called it, and he didn't care that it wasn't a word - would go away. It was just another side-effect. Another symptom. Something to be managed and coped with that would eventually scab over and scar into a reminder, not an invitation.

He was sick of how many there are, frankly. Made him feel too... much.

Maybe that was why he coped in a way that hewas sure a therapist wouldn't quite understand, but would probably see as moderately unreasonable. If he didn't want to be here, he simply wouldn't be.

Other realities were just a step through the mirror away, after all.

Most of the others were at the very least fine with him. There were his brothers, of course, who cared about him - but even if he stepped through with no clear intent or purpose and found himself with one of the ones he didn't know quite as well, he was an easy presence to tolerate. Easy to excuse, too - why explain that you were struggling when everyone was so quick to believe that you were just being silly? Stupid, silly Boyf. He was his own perfect excuse.

So when the feeling - the anxiety, the squirming in his chest, the fevered trickling against his skin - returned once again, he didn't even think. An off-hand mention to his partners that he was going to visit someone for a bit, and he was gone.

Like most times, he didn't have somewhere specific in mind. Just focused on that yearning and that desperation for somewhere else, and he was up on the counter and reaching through.

Most BFs were accessible through their bathroom sink mirrors, so Boyf was a bit caught off-guard when his height suddenly dipped beneath him, and he was sent tumbling onto a carpeted floor. Hadn't had an entrance that graceless since... well, okay, that was hard to quantify, actually.

He propped himself up a little. The only other him with a full-length mirror that he could think of was YS, but the floor was a different color. Excited to potentially be visiting someone he'd never hung out with one-on-one before (and maybe it was Beefer, which would probably successfully make him decide to stop doing this), he finally pushed himself up onto his knees, and--

What caught him off-guard wasn't who he saw perched on the bed. It was the room.

His room. His childhood room.

When his eyes locked with ever-focused, cat-like yellow ones, he wasn't surprised, but he couldn't say his dread didn't deepen. Cyber tilted his head slightly, like a confused animal trying to make sense of what it was looking at. "Nobody comes to visit me," he said, like he was simply stating a fact that the other should hear.

All of the BFs were, obviously, versions of the same guy. They all had pretty similar brains at the end of the day, no matter how different they were. That being said, Boyf had noticed the odd connection between himself and Cyber pretty much the first time they'd interacted. Like their brains were even more the same. Like they could always tell what the other was--

"Jumping through realities at random? That sounds dangerous."

-- thinking.

"You could end up somewhere Yourself doesn't have contact with yet. They could hurt you," Cyber continued on. He snapped the 3DS he was apparently playing on closed, setting it aside as Boyf got up and brushed himself off. At a single dismissive thought from his older self, Cyber insisted, "it could happen."

I don't live walking around worrying about what could happen, Boyf thought. Cyber didn't respond to that one - it wasn't like he could hear it, just - ugh, whatever. Even if he was sure Cyber was just as stubborn as he was, he wasn't sure he should be hanging around here.

Exactly as he expected, Cyber replied to the unspoken again. "You can stay. My parents are at work, and my friends are at school. The company would be nice." A pause. "Even if it's you."

Another very strong feeling that the younger him hadn't meant to phrase that so dismissively. Briefly wondered if he thought about accepting the apology hard enough, if Cyber could feel it.

Either way, Boyf couldn't exactly bring himself to say no to... himself. So with a slight sigh, he rounded the bed and sat, with more than a tinge of awkwardness, at Cyber's side. He wasn't sure what would even come of this. It's not like either of them had any idea of what to talk about.

Either unaware of the tension or uncaring of it, Cyber picked his 3DS back up and flipped it open. Curious, and hoping he was correctly picking up on the implication that he should watch anyway, Boyf leaned over to look at the screen.

Oh, shit. Sonic Rush. He'd loved that game as a kid. He'd gotten it a garage sale when he was ten and had been obsessed with it as the second Sonic game he'd ever played. He remembered being so pissed when he'd realized he'd lost it somehow when he was...

... almost fifteen.

Boyf blinked down at his younger self, a sudden awareness washing over him. It was less a realization of how small he was - that was always in the back of his mind, along with how short all the others were to his comparatively Slenderman-ass stature - and more of how he'd been that small once. He'd been a late bloomer and had most of his growth spurts in his later years of high school.

Cyber would probably never get any taller, though. Metal bones and all.

"You were startled by my room when you got here," Cyber said suddenly. Boyf leaned back, resting against his own palm in an attempt to look casual. "Is it familiar to you? Is anything different?"

That second question implied a level of knowing that he was pretty sure they were both in rapidly deteriorating denial of. Still, he humored him. Glanced around the room, looking for anything that seemed off.

Of course, when you see your childhood room, it looks a little different than the memories, but in a way that makes you go, "oh, that's right," more than anything. Everything knew its place here better than he did. Except for one.

Boyf pointed at the exact place he'd entered from. "Meer," he stated simply, realizing that it was pretty obvious. He'd never had a full-length mirror in his bedroom. Especially not one that looked so... post-apocalyptic.

Cyber looked at for a second. As he did, a strange sense of warmness spread in Boyf's mind. Comfort. "That's Yourself's mirror," Cyber explained, like that was all that needed to be said.

It was. That mirror must have been the first contact. YS had been in kind of a... state, after finding Cyber. To be fair, anyone would be. He didn't know the details because YS never went into them, but Cyber had yet to be fully "rehabbed" when he found him. All he knew was that, and that Cyber's Pico had been "trying his best".

The mirror was visibly old. Cracked in places, and the frame was clearly made of some authentic metal, as it had since rusted over. Its produced reflection was also dim and muggy - like the amount of dust that had been caked onto it had stained the glass and could never be fully removed.

It certainly wasn't a pretty thing to look at, and it sat against the room like a gross stain on a carpet. He wondered if Cyber knew that the exact mirror didn't, y'know, matter, and he could get one that was a bit easier on the eyes--

A sudden shift in tone jarred Boyf from his thoughts. Though his robotic voice was the same, a low, threatening rumble rolled out from Cyber's chest. "That's Yourself's mirror."

Immediately, and ashamedly due to being a bit startled by the much smaller him, Boyf sat up and lifted his arms, palms out, in obvious submission, as if to say alright, alright, that's YS's mirror, geez. To be fair, it wasn't like he didn't kind of get it - everyone told him he should get a new laptop, but that old broken-down thing was practically a part of him now. And maybe that mirror was like that; a part of him, or maybe a part of YS he liked to keep, or something like that.

At that, Cyber huffed and immediately backed down, starting the next level in his game.

Well, it was starting to feel like he was just making things worse by being here. This felt like it should be one of those golden opportunities people always talked about - "if you got to talk to yourself from five years ago, what would you say?" - and thus far, he was completely butchering it. God, who was he to give advice to anyone, even himself?

Just as he thought of that, something hit him. Something that maybe wasn't the best advice, and maybe not the most responsible, but it was something to offer to his fourteen year-old self, anyway, and he might as well try.

Cyber didn't even question when Boyf reached over to grab his phone off his nightstand. It was an old model with a chunky rubber case around it that his parents had bought in case he dropped it (fair), and he recognized it so vividly.

So he was not surprised that when he went to look for it, the app was exactly where he thought it would be.

It seemed the sheer amount of focus Boyf had on his face finally intrigued him, as Cyber finally looked to see what he was doing. "I think you'll get me in trouble for that," he said with a frown, watching as Boyf disabled it.

He prayed thinking hard enough would get the point across, here. You'll thank me later. It's not just a GPS tracker. It monitors what apps you use, who you're texting, and lets mom get remote access to your mic.

Boyf remembered when his mom had first downloaded it. She initially explained it as just what he'd said - a GPS tracker - to make sure he was getting back and forth to school okay on his own. When he found out about the other features, he'd been pissed, yet another massive overstepping of his boundaries, completely ignoring his right to privacy - but he let her get away with it for two years, because it made her feel better after what happened at the middle school.

Again, maybe this wasn't the best idea. Especially with what Cyber was now. He maybe him, sort of, but he also wasn't. Wasn't even really human anymore, actually.

But if he could say anything to his fourteen year-old self, he would say, you are not your parents' pet.

If they ask, say your friend disabled it. Tell Pico, they should trust him still, and he can make them understand that they're being unreasonable, he continued to think "at" him. He handed the phone back, unsure from Cyber's expression if he'd gotten literally any of that.

He stared at the app's settings screen blankly, thoroughly conflicted expression on his face. "They only want what's best for us," he said, tone uncharacteristically soft. Us. A final admission of what they both left unsaid that sent a brief shiver up his spine.

Boyf nodded.

"I don't know what would happen if they got mad at me."

A pause. A breath. Boyf nodded again.

Their eyes were locked through the one-sided exchange, contact not once breaking until Cyber finally left to shut his phone off and place it to the side. "I trust you," he said with finality.

Something about the simple statement made Boyf feel like he'd just been stabbed. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad feeling.

"I want to be alone now, if that's okay," Cyber said, a thoughtful expression still on his face. It was obviously tense, and Boyf could feel the confusion and the sadness and the frustration coming off of him in waves. "You give me a lot to think about."

Another neutral statement that sounded more sour than intended. Boyf didn't know what to say or think, so he didn't. He merely patted Cyber on the shoulder and headed back mirror-side, for once grateful to be returning home after one of these little excursions.

That was enough reality-hopping for a while.

[iamthejam]

okay i need to get this off my chest so here's the celebs that remind me of hockey players.

it's mostly based on their looks, but their personalities have a hand with a few of them

(some will have more explanation than others lol)

number one (1) is sidney crosby (pitts penguins) and tom cruise (actor)

this i think i for multiple reasons not only do i think they share similarities look-wise (especially younger) but i think their career is similar in the sense of gaining fame during their youth and still doing what made them famous in later years.

second up is elias pettersson (van canucks #40) and joost klien (singer)

i don't really have much on this cause i'm probably desperately wrong. the bleach-blonde hair is too blinding to actually see the difference in thier faces ig. they got a certain vibe to em idk dude

baby petey is bonus for the mullet:

for number three (3) we have john marino (utah hockey club) and i actually have two (2) for him but the first is montana jordan (actor)

i feel like they are reasonably similar (head shape, eyes and eyebrows, hair etc) along with vibes. this is the more accurate out of the two (2) in my opinion

the other is stephen nedoroscik (olympic gymnast)

i don't really know what to say about this... you see it though right??? like the smile (teeth aside obviously, talking smile lines + squinty eye smile). nose and ears maybe?? idkkkk

number four (4)!! jt miller (ny rangers <- took everything in me not to put canucks. rip jt) and jensen ackles (actor/singer ig)

again not sure what to say, speak for itself. cause like the hair and beard come onnnn, and their side profile is on point too. but also their personality too. i do think jt and jensen look most alike now, so like they look the most similar when they're older.

and lastly we got number five (5) andrei svechnikov (carolina hurricanes) and robert sean leonard (actor) (my pookiesss)

if bobby had a beefer, blonder, taller twin it would be andrei. for me it's really the lower half of the face. nose, smile (look at the dimplesss) chin, and idk but like their lips literally same if that's not to weird to say. + the brown beauties (their eye shape is very close i think). these two are probably always on my mind like it's just so much similarities to me (two (2) extra pics for them cause i love them)

okay that's it, i might do more but i couldn't think of any more considering i did this at 2am lol

i actually really want to know what y'all think too sooooo do that please okay bye bye

[shed-the-god]

Unproductive Cockfight

I offer character interactions as my Secret Santa gift :3

Here's Beef beef with Peacock hehehe

(Biff is there too lol)

The door to Yourself’s living room slams open to a BF with hunched shoulders and balled up fists who immediately snaps upon seeing Peacock chilling on the couch.

“What is your FUCKING problem?” Beef hisses from the door.

Truly a welcoming greeting. 

“Hello?” Peacock says dryly.

He didn’t expect someone trying to pick a fight with him at this point; it seemed like that time had passed for that to happen. Plus, where are his manners – didn’t even greet him. That thought only gets intensified by confusion on the only other party in the living room there. Biff was about to speak up before Beef’s shoulders tense up even more. 

“Are you kidding me right now? You don’t have to be here you know? Nobody is forcing you to be here.”

With a cock of his head, the taller BF mutters, “What’s goin’ on? … You good bro?” Settling his head in his hand, Peacock looks up at the approaching Boyfriend.

“Am I okay??? AM I OKAY?!?” Beef stomps right up to the taller. Right as he was about to reach him, Biff shoots up to hold Beef back and the filter-toned BF settles with shoving his finger in Peacock’s face. “You walk around, acting like everyone is a bother to you. And you probably abuse YS’ kindness since he’s the only one you talk to. I have no idea if you actually like him.”

The brightly-colored BF in turn, stares at the finger before drifting his eyes to the offender. “Harsh accusation outta nowhere.” He eyed Beef in amusement as he leans onto the couch arm.

Pulling back, Beef crosses his arms, glowering. “Well, what have you done that would prove me wrong?”

“Only just now v’been talking my problems and they’re about what any of you could be dealing with; relationships.” Peacock ends his sentence with jazz hands for extra flare.

“That still doesn’t explain your shitty fuckin’ attitude???”

Peacock raises an eyebrow when the other’s eyes squint in response. After a moment, he raises his hands in surrender, having the other BF relax.

“Look, I admit I was a dick to y'all at the start.” He twirls his finger around while speaking. “Unfortunately for your proof…, that’s a recurring thing with the beginning of my relationships –even Pico when we were in middle school.”

The two standing BFs’ brows furrow before Beef puts his hands on his hips and replies flippantly. “Then how’re you confused about why I’m mad?”

“Cuz, we had a heart-to-heart; y’know with Beefer n’ Blue? Didn’t expect there to still be hard feelings.” He sits back into the couch and shrugs with his hands. “And~ it’s not a bother at all to be here like ya said before. I’m havin’ fun with you guys here; ‘swhy I hang around.

“Plus, me and Pico are back in contact again so wha’ would I be complaining about?”

The shorter BFs stare with raised brows before Biff motions toward Beef, making him look between the shorter standing and the taller sitting. “Well. I dunno why YS came to you,” he muttered.

“Like I said before. Relationship issues.” 

“Fuckin’ vague though…” Peacock waves off the response with a shrug, leading Beef to cringe before he slowly descends into laughter, hunching over to hold his stomach. “You’ve been fucking complain about relationship problems? YS is the only one you tried to get close to.” He huffs out the last of his amusement as he straightens up. Soon after, he rests his hands on his hips, sneering at the man sitting. 

“You actually surprised you’re not close to anyone? Hysterical.” He sneers.

Unfortunately, the shorter didn’t get his desired effect as Peacock only chuckles drily.

“Never said I was surprised, you just assumed that,” Peacock snickered. “And, why exactly are you mad? Do you want to be friends or sumn’?”

“Wh- You- The way you carry yourself pisses me off! The way you stare us down, you’re super fuckin’ snarky to us; and lets not forget your random digs at me passing by. Like?!”

“Yeah, those insults are m’bad. Hindsight is noticing my words can be taken in different ways,” Beef raised a brow with his hands spread out. “But…, I wasn’t tryna be ‘snarky’, I was just tryna feel you guys out.”

“The fuck you mean, ‘feel us out’???”

“Tryna vibe check ya. See if I can be comfortable, and I have been so far.” Peacock lets out a huff in mock amusement. “But that’s what you’re calling snarky I guess.”

They sit in silence, looking at each other – Beef glaring and Peacock slowly cringing from restlessness.

“Listen. ‘m sorry I made you guys think I’m not enjoying myself here or I don’t like anybody here. I go with the flow with relationships, usually – I’m not exactly good with them – and… gave y’all the option to be friends with me. I’m fine being the asshole big brother; still care for you guys.

“We don’t have to be close, I’m fine just chilling, and being chaotic every now and then, in the end.” He shrugs before deciding to end his rant on a cheeky note. “Plus, I’ve only came to YS about himself or Pico. He was the one to bring up why I’m not close to you guys; and I said basically the same thing here.”

Sitting up and leaning into Beef’s face to have him lean back, Peacock starts back again.

“In other news…, all this,” he motions between them, “seems like you tried to read my face, made assumptions, and it bit you in the ass. I’m not the most expressive person, unlike you.” Said aforementioned man jerks back in response with furrowed brows and a slight flush.

Ignoring his response though, Peacock continues. “My face doesn’t move that much by itself, I exaggerate my expressions, and most of the time I don’t care to do it anyway. Plus I know my voice is pretty dry too.

“So if that ends up being a problem… I’ll just stop coming around then so none of us have to deal with it.” Beef looks off to the side with a sigh, still tense but no longer hostile. Biff himself starts relaxing, albeit miffed, no longer holding the slightly taller one back at the awkward atmosphere.

“Beh.” Peacock clears and rubs at his throat before his stomach growls, ending their conversation. “… talk… t’muh…” 

Sitting back, he moves to grab his phone before stopping to look at the still standing BFs. Beef’s shoulders hunch up before he shakes his head and walks in the kitchen to pace around.

The BFs do their own things for a moment – Peacock texting Pico and Rose; Biff laying back down on the couch and listening to music; Beef pacing in the kitchen, likely trying to process the whole conversation.

Finally Beef marches out of the kitchen to stand in front of the tallest in the room again, hands on his hips and resolve – somewhat – absolute.

“You like beef jerky right?”

Peacock hesitantly nods, confused where this was going. “Bep… why?”

“It’s… nothing.”

He shook his head before leaving the apartment, leaving the last two BFs looking at the door.

“Wha… da bou??” The dual-toned BF beeped to the shorter.

Biff shrugs with a sly grin before going back to his music. 

Guess he would just have to find out later.

Whatever the case, Peacock decides not to worry about it too much as the atmosphere seemed to have calmed since the argument.

Everything should be fine now.

[transfemzedaph]

i wrote beef/keralis finally bc. got insipred by some art. anyway. here.

"Ooh Beefers," Beef sighs slightly, turning to face Keralis, "C'mon K, I'm busy. Can't you come back later?" "Hmm," Keralis pretends to think, stroking their chin as they do, "Nope!" They slings one arm around Beefs shoulders, "You Beefers, need a break." Beef tries to shrug them off but Keralis just wraps their other arm around the front and clings onto Beef. "Ah ah ah, it's breaak time for my little kebab." "Keralis." Beef groans. "At least let me finish this?" Keralis looks down at the map in Beefs hands before plucking it from Beefs hands. "Nope! Break time! Right now!" Keralis tucks the map away carefully into their enderchest as Beef slightly pouts at them. "You'll get it back after a break." Keralis crosses their arms pointedly. "And maybe also after a kiss." Beef eyes roll at that comment but Keralis can see the hint of a blush dusting along Beefs cheeks. "Fine. Break time and smoochy time." Beef wraps an arm around Keralis' waist and plants a kiss on their forehead. "But only if I also get Papa K cuddles."

[destinygoldenstar]

To be fair, it's not like Riya's playing any better than Allyson OR Jake. She's just as emotional.

Whereas Jake is neurotic and Allyson is just the most petty motherfucker, Riya's consistent emotion is 'evil'. She's just rude to everyone and spends most of the season tormenting and injuring an old man.

It's just that where Riya should have been a pre-merge villain boot like Ellie or Fiore, she gets saved by a twist. And then an immunity. And then Yul. And then a purge. And then Ally flipping. And then Connor and Jake taking out Alec for some reason. Then immunity again. Then immunity again again.

Like I don't like Ally at all, and Jake's development being walked back for an episode is...questionable. But Riya's been on the wrong side of the vote more times than she has the right one. It's just her emotion of "being evil" is less one-note.

I mean, all her allies got eliminated at this point in the game, what was she supposed to do other than win immunity?

Allow me to respectfully disagree and defend Riya's gameplay.

Yes they're called The Villain Alliance, but is it on the wrong side of the vote to be a part of a majority? Especially for such a majority of the game?

If you ask me, being in a minority is being on the wrong side of the vote.

It strongly protects her, especially since she didn't betray any of them. It made her a worthy ally.

Yes she fucked up her relationships, but even then, she used cool headed logic to keep them on her side in terms of votes.

What "Twist" are you talking about? Based on what you say after, I'm assuming you mean Gabby flipping.

No matter who they voted, (except maybe Tom), Riya would've crushed them in a tiebreaker anyway because her team was so strongly unified. And it was a collaboration of all of them to get Gabby to flip.

The Ashley blindside was a genius move. She was the moral compass of the opposing side and a physical threat, and, since she didn't know Connor was coming back, then getting rid of Ashley would've prevented any scenario where the non-villains could've taken any of the villains down, including herself.

Episode 12, she had immunity. What can you do?

Then a move that was ABSOLUTELY smart on her end. Her planting the seeds early to persuade Allyson to flip.

STUPID for Allyson. But BRILLIANT for Riya.

After Connor came back, Riya foresaw the situation, and acted as soon as she possibly could on her backup plan in case the non-villains successfully took out some of her allies. She planted the seeds for an opposing alliance member, Allyson, to feel the need to flip on her side and save her when it came to it.

AND IT TURNS OUT SHE NEEDED THAT BACKUP PLAN!

YOU HAVE TO GIVE HER HUGE PROPS HERE. CAUSE THIS WAS ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD, AND SAVED HER.

If she had waited, and didn't do this as early as possible, no way in hell Ally would flip. Unless Allyson is THAT stupid. (Which I would believe tbh)

The Yul vote. Gabby was personally gunning for Yul. No way in hell she was voting Riya. And so what can Riya do about it? She already tried talking Gabby out of that, and it didn't work. But at least it's not her. And we hate Yul. So who cares?

Purge. She did really good on the purge and put all differences with Aiden aside to win said purge. Idk what to tell you. She couldn't do anything about Gabby. At least it's not her.

Episode 15, the one where Ally flips, again, BRILLIANT MOVE PLANTING THESE SEEDS EARLY AND FORESEEING THE SITUATION WHERE SHE'D NEED THIS. The whole time, she catered to Ally's beliefs and wants to make this flip happen to save her. And it worked.

Ally is stupid. But Riya actually did a lot of work to save herself.

The idol. She didn't know Connor had the idol. She didn't know about Grett's plans. Grett was voting with them. Yes Riya was a candidate to idol out, but A) This was Grett's plan to get rid of Alec because in her words she wanted the two beefers to keep at it, and B) If Connor and Jake did go against her orders, they're fucked next elimination cause Grett will be pissed and say "Screw it. You're not good allies. Bye."

It's less Riya did this poorly and more so someone else did a play that was good for them.

Episode 17, she got immunity, idk what to tell ya. And as a result, her last allies both flipped and went home, instead of her.

So she goes into Final 4 with no one. UNLESS she gets immunity.

But unlike Julia, whose whole strategy was 'just win immunity'. (I like Julia, but Riya's the better character in my opinion) Riya didn't SOLELY rely on THAT as her only gameplay option. Cause she can't guarantee immunity.

There's the possibility that the outcast of the group, Ally, can be triggered to destroy the only alliance left in the game, Connor and Jake, because Ally hating Jake is a secret to no one. SO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT AND DO NOT LET THIS UNITY HAPPEN.

Smash the game. Frame Jake. Get them all riled up in a nice domino effect. Winning immunity becomes a lot easier.

And she actually wanted to keep Connor in the finals cause she knew he couldn't beat her with his ankle. It's not her fault he quit to foil that. (What IS her fault is treating him like shit.)

Also something Riya has over Julia: WE ACTUALLY SEE ON SCREEN HER GAMEPLAY MOVES THAT SAVE HER.

Now, this has NOTHING to do with Riya on a moral standpoint.

On a moral standpoint, she's SHIT.

Awful, AWFUL, AWFUL PERSON.

Some of her moves are really, REALLY dirty and ruthless. SHE IS NOTHING LESS THAN A VILLAIN.

But, the reason she chooses that path, to be this evil villain that sabotages everyone, is because, in HER case, IT WORKS.

Not just for her career as that character, but also in the game. Because she knew when to lay off the evil talk (for the most part) and think about her game above all else. Something that led to the downfall of all her relationships. The only reason Episode 18 is the outlier where she's gone ham on the evil talk is because she's gone insane. Especially after the events of last episode where she wounded a man she cared about and all her actions and her being too far to turn back caught up to her. That is more of a CHARACTER THING, NOT A GAMEPLAY THING.

I WOULD make an essay about Riya and her characterization over the show, if you'd like. Because yes she's a horrible person I do not deny that, but there IS depth to her and why she does what she does. It's just more subtle than others. Doesn't mean it's not there.

HATE THE CHARACTER. BUT SHE PLAYED A DAMN GOOD GAME. SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT HER CARDS SHE'S BEEN DEALT WITH WERE, AND HOW TO PLAY THEM TO THE BEST OF HER ABILITIES. SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHAT SHE WAS DOING AT ALL TIMES.

[spectrum-studios]

Tales of Torment au update logs!

If you don't want spoilers to the base game, then I recommend you go play the game!

Anyways all logs will be in order of their post! Past the read more line!

Log 1

Also the au name is Divine Torment/ Tales of Torment.

So it starts off like any normal story, but instead of the player [in this au they are addressed as Vona] (or however you wish to address them) being normal, they were cursed by what seemed to be angels, but they weren't later discovered by Cruel King who accompanies them as they share a very similar goal. they weild a white sword that's shackled to the dominant fighting arm! (Yes, it does hurt Vona/player if they let the blade go at all) and the only "assumed way to break the chains" is to aquire all the swords so they can be a regular mortal again and just recover. Vona/player does expirence episodes of torment from the curse.

And that's what I have for the time being

Have a great day/night!

Log 2

We got some updates to Tales of Torment au! Especially the one responsible for the divine curse!

But it's mainly character relationships for this one!

For a start, Cruel King and Vona/ player are allies with a shared goal also because Vona/player snapped CK out of the Ice dagger's hold and he wants to repay the kindess also because Vona, didn't kill a single knight.

Noobabor, Blue, and Red are friends after their second encounter on thy train. (They actually met when the 3 were on a mission to um oof someone but called it off after having a brief talk)

(I struggle with his name, correct me please if i spelled it wrong) Shelenski has been friends with Vona/player for some years way before the events of Block Tales. His goal is to break the divine curse!

Griefer is an uneasy ally... he kinda wittness the horrors of what Vona's Curse does and just immediately assumed the Venom Shank did the same.

Log 3

Tales of Torment au update time!!!!

First off, we have Divine rivalry. Aka Karen's yelling and even kicking each other's butt's. And we all have a new enemy opponent type known as Divine Champions! Aka people who succumb to the Divine curse and are lost under the Divine's influence (or propaganda).

The first one, Vona/player and CK fight, actually comes from the Blackrock calvary!

It also introduces a new attack pattern for both sides! It acts like the slingshots in base game, but the number of hits can vary in a big range of numbers. (Ex. 20 hits or 10 hits!) And theoretically, you can attack infinitely with this attack pattern if you had the energy!

Also, if you are curious, all battle areas/arenas for Divine Champions are like a crumbling version of the place they came from!

Heres a translation for different mechanics atm: Ticks! = health points!

Now, to plot stuff! Shelenski almost dies again but is saved in the nick of time! And Vona/player now has the first out of many cursed swords and an ally! And both CK and Vona/player got sent to the hospital after beating a Divine Champion, CK literally got impaled by a spear, and there are no plans for him to die, so don't worry! We also had the first possession episode for Vona/player in the story.

And finally, some very basic stats:

Vona/player has extremely high stats as they've won battles over the span of 5 years, but they don't have the ability to equip battle cards except for call cards. (self explanatory as allies tend to stick by them) most attacks they preform deal HEAVY amounts of damage which ends up one shotting most enemies anything at a boss level or mini boss will take 2 to 5 hits.

Cruel King was freed from his ice dagger curse and has gotten a very fast mental recovery! He deals the same amounts of damage like base game, but his health is beefer thanks to him wearing his old adventurer armor. He does now knows the new attack pattern and is slowly getting used to it! (He originally thought it was cheating because he's never even seen anything like it, lol)

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And that's all for now! Have a great day or night!

[stinkfacestories]

The Swamp-ass of Madness

The interview room was tiny and the heat had been broken so the sweat was running down Jason's back giving him an epic case of swamp ass.

"So what's it like to be a football center?" You ask him. You can see his disappointment. "I bet everyone asks you that. Don't they?"

He shifts in his seat "Everyone. In every interview ever asks me that. You can be creative" he says back.

"Alright. What's the worst thing about being a center? No no, what's the worst think about being interviewed as a center?"

He smiled. "Easy. It's the same for both"

You drank some of the complimentary water.

"It's trying not to fart"

You nearly choked, but you didn't want to spit all over Jason Kelce. "What's that?" You say after swallowing hard

"Farting. Ripping Ass. Beefing. I'm a big guy. Takes alot of fuel to keep this body going. Any given moment I have to cut one."

"Well that—"

"Big ones. Like dragons roar size."

"That—"

"Were talking the Hulk just ate a spoiled sour cream truck, and now he's trying to time his ass blasts with Thor's thunder so no one knows he's dropping gamma bombs"

You waited to respond. The silence was madness. You both began to laugh.

"You had me going there for a second" you said.

"Oh I wasn't kidding. My ass is the deadliest thing in the room." He looked around. "Move that chair. Your the last interviewer, so I'll give you a chance at something most sane people would decline"

After a few moments if moving things around, there was just enough room for Kelce to get into a proper stance. When he got up you could see the sea if sweat in his seat.

"You can probably smell it now that I'm up. I hate that they make us wear our gear for these things. They hardly ever get a good wash." He gave his ass a slap. The sweat rained between his legs. "Go on, no shotgunning it. Get in and see what I mean"

You got behind him. Leaning your head in you could feel the atmosphere change. It was like dipping your head in the ocean; only instead of cool water it was raw unadulterated man ass. It was musky, and sour. Dark and rich, yet heady like a skunky beer. Time had no meaning here. Your head was lost in a new realm. It was a realm of filth and stench, of heat and flesh. You were both repulsed to the point of puking, and oddly captivated to keep smelling, to see just how each new whiff was worst than the last.

You snapped back to reality when you heard Kelce call out. "You ok?"

You coughed, and fanned for fresh air. "Yeah. Ugh. Maybe. No one's going to believe that lived through one of Jason Kelce's farts"

"No you didn't" he said.

"What?"

"I haven't farted yet."

"But that reek."

"Yeah that's just what four hours of me sitting in my gear smells like. That was just the pre show. Here's the main event." Suddenly, Kelce shot backwards. For such a hefty man he moved so fast. Your head was pinned to the wall. Kelce wet ass oozed over you like stinking bread dough. "Here..."

You muffled in protest, but as soon as you opened your mouth the ass flooded in.

"It..."

You could feel his ass quiver in anticipation. He had been holding this in all day and was going to enjoy every second of it.

"Rips"

Kelce's guts let fly. He was beast. A monster. A long, yet low and slow bass note of growling gas pumped from his rump. His feet curled and his right eye drooped in pleasure. A steady stream of drool leaked down his bearded, caveman like face. When you hold it this long, letting it out is almost better than sex.

As the beefer slapped you in the face you struggled to get out of the wet crack of his ass. Much to your dismay, you only resulted in wedging your nose into Kelce's blast zone. His fart forced it's way into your nose. Such a powerhouse was it that you could feel your sinuses pressurize, and your eyes bulged as the excess gas escaped through your tear ducts. Your mouth, oh God, your mouth. You kept your lunges closed but that didn't save your tongue from tasting the toxic mélange of his ass. You could feel the stench touch your brain and burn the back of your eyes. Reality was fading. You swore you heard Kelce laughing a great belly laugh. Your mind was flooded with images of putrid swamps filled with dead trees, bogs of bubbling filth and sludge as far as the eye could see, and stenches — oh so many stenches— a brown rainbow of smells and tastes to revolt the senses. Jason Kelce sat as God upon this land. He loomed high over the swamps, enshrouded in a toxic miasma of his own stench, sitting on a throne of shit, steaming in the caustic bog. He gazed his eyes down upon your suffering. He laughed. He laughed and clouds of bloat flies flew from his mouth and blotted out the sky, as rancid slime poured down the corners of his mouth into his filthy beard.

"Yo" you heard his voice and the sound of snapping fingers. "Hello? Come on."

Your vision was coming into focus. You could see Kelce standing above you. You were in the interview room, twitching on the floor. Your mouth foamed.

"What year is it?" You asked weakly.

Kelce smiled wide. "Now you know why I try not to fart in here."

"Is this real? Is this the bog if eternal stench?"

He leaned in closed. "... Did you see me on the shit throne there?"

You weakly nod..

"I had garlic chorizo last night, sometimes that happens when I eat sausage" he clapped you on the shoulder before lifting you up and setting you back in the chair.

"So.... Next question?"

[moth-like-habits]

A bit of help // beetho, 1,253 words

cw// sword wound (not very graphic but it’s there)

It was a bad idea- a worse idea than normal. In hindsight it was a rookie mistake, one that Beef definitely shouldn’t be making. All he needed was some wither skulls (would a beacon improve the opulence of the hacienda?) and he decided “hey why don’t I fly around, find a new fortress!” Sounded like fun, until he landed on the fortress walkway without seeing the wither skeleton behind him-which he payed for with a nasty slash on his back. And since he didn’t have his chest plate on- well let’s just say the wither effect can make for some painful injuries. But, if you think Beef looks bad you should see the skeleton-yikes.

That being said, Beef probably looks halfway to death if he looks anything like he feels. He’s not actually dying but an open wound like that isn’t exactly going to heal overnight. Most people would probably chug a few health potions and call it good but… well, maybe he’s old fashioned (he is VintageBeef) but he always prefers to tend to his wounds himself. It heals better, scars less, and- arguably best of all- doesn’t itch with the magic stitching you back together.

But that leads him to his current predicament: how in the world is he going to do this. He made it back the the hacienda and has situated himself in front of some decorative mirror in the living room (it’s got a gold frame, just screams opulence). The sword made an arc from his right shoulder to his mid spine, just twisting around to see it burns. That would be due to the slight tinge black around the gash- a bit of lingering wither sickness. He really got himself into trouble huh.

There’s not a lot of hermits that Beef is confident in the first aid skills of- it’s only really the old school players that bother at this point. Regardless of that, this is something he should be able to do himself. He’s not a rookie, he’s had to do plenty of battlefield medicine in his time. He’s gone through worse. Beef’s known to be friendly and cheerful, yes, but he’s also got a stubborn streak- if he can do it himself he will. As a result not a lot of hermits have really seen him injured like this. Why start now?

Beef sighs and looks out the window. At this point it’s fairly obvious what he has to do but… it’s midnight, does he really want to wake him up? For a measly scratch? Unfortunately (or fortunately) the decision gets made for him as a wave of pain leaves him gritting his teeth. Here goes nothing.

[VintageBeef -> Etho] hey man can you come over? I might need some medical help

Last he checked, Etho shared this antiquated habit. Plus, he taught the man most of what he knows back in their mindcrack days. And besides all that… there’s no one he’d trust more.

~~~

Etho all but barges into the hacienda. He flew here as soon as he got the message- he wasn’t asleep, which he’s infinitely glad of now. Once inside Beef’s base he scans the room for his friend.

“Beef? Are you there?” Theres a pained “over here” from the living room and it’s all Etho needs to rush over. The scene he’s met with isn’t nearly as bad as he feared- which he mentally shakes himself for. Beef is sitting on some plush stool and grinning weakly at him.

“Hey Etho,” the grimace in his voice prompts Etho to shift from relief back to concern. A second glance around the room has his eyes catching on a standing mirror behind where Beef’s sitting. More specifically, the large slash through his white shirt and- are those blood stains?

He stops dead in his tracks “Beef- what did you do.”

“I didn’t mean too! I just may have accidentally got backstabbed by a wither skeleton! No big deal…”

With a shaky sigh, he’s sparked back into motion and comes to stand behind Beef’s stool and settles himself into a focus often reserved for long redstone projects. No distracting feelings right now.

“Alright Beefers, can you take your shirt off yourself or do you need help?”

“Whoa! A bit forward today eh?” He chuckles a bit, but it seems halfhearted. “…No, I think I’ll need help.” It’s an awkward (and painful) process but they manage to get Beef out of his shirt. Now able to see the full wound, Etho sucks in a breathe.

“Beef how- where’s your first aid kit?”

Beef wordlessly points to a box by the couch and once Etho settles back in behind him he responds “It’s just as I said. Backstabbed- or should I say back-slashed by a wither skeleton. I flew in and didn’t look where I was going. Stupid mistake.”

Etho hums his response, most of his focus going into cleaning wither bone dust out of the cut. It isn’t that deep, but the placement makes it hard to clean yourself- and with the wither residue it will just get more painful when left sitting there. By Beef’s tone it’s obvious he’s aware of all of this. “Happens to the best of us Beef, don’t worry. Bet the other guy looks worse.”

That brought a chuckle out of him at least. “Oh he did- didn’t have any skin on his bones!”

There’s a lull in conversation as Etho finishes up cleaning and dressing the wound. He can almost hear the thoughts running through Beefs head. If he knows his friend at all, he’s probably either annoyed he couldn’t handle everything himself or feeling guilty he had to ask for help. Or both. With everything wrapped up Etho packs up the supplies and fetches a new shirt. (Fortunately getting Beef into it is far less of a struggle)

Bring another stool around, Etho situates himself in front of his friend. “Out with it Beefers.”

His silence speaks for itself, but after a long sigh, dark blue eyes meet grey and red. “I’m sorry for dragging you here at void-knows what time for a wound I should be able to take care of- that I shouldn’t have even gotten-“

It’s an impulse decision. A more impulsive one than normal. Etho pulls down his mask and delivers a soft peck to Beef’s lips before quickly retreating. He’s positive his ears are bright red but he’s in good company because Beef’s looking a lot redder than he was a moment ago. A lot more speechless too, a small shocked smile lighting up his face.

“I- you- You kissed me!”

“Try not to self destruct there Beefers.” A lopsided smile. “You don’t need to apologize, I’m happy to help. You’d have made it worse trying to fix that on your own.”

“Gee thanks, I appreciate your confidence.” Beef rolls his eyes, all the while intertwining a hand with his. “But really, thank you anyway.”

The following silence is comfortable, both content to just sit with one of their oldest friends. It’s not too long before Beef yawns, the exhaustion from the day’s excitement finally catching up with him.

“Getting tired old man?”

“Hey- who you calling old!? …yes I’m tired. It’s pretty late though if you want to just stay here for the night…”

“Who’s being forward now, eh Beef?” And the answering chuckle chases away any last worries Etho had for the older. They both made some quick decisions today but in hindsight Etho would say his turned out pretty well.

[ochrearia]

Emptiness of Dreams

Dear god okay there's like a billion bitches in here. No one talks and it's YS POV but there's. A billion

I don't know how to explain this any clearer. Read between the lines. This will make sense for the people that need to I promise. Just things I want to say but can't say directly.

BFs in this one-shot: PoPr!BF (Biff, mine), cs!BF (Beefer, mine), wyd!BF (Beef, Karl's), fc!BF (Boyf, Gold's), Cyborg!BF (Cyber, Gold's), sfa!BF (Peacock, Shed's), S2!BF (Bee, Isaac's), ourple!BF (Brooke, Isaac/VS Ourple Guy), idu!BF (BJ, Storm's), mixtape!BF (Bash, Kry's), fightin!BF (Mic, Lunar's), lca!BF (Bunny, Damien's), Yourself (YS)

Blue, Bastion, Baker, and Blake are mentioned but not physically present

He knew he had a problem. Well, that was quite the understatement really. He had a lot of problems. So many to the point where YS really couldn’t understand why any of them were still here. Broken people attracted more broken people, sure. Fine. But even other broken people still had enough logic to understand when someone was too broken, right? When there were things beyond anyone’s help. Tiring aspects that were just too much to keep thinking about. It was easy for others to stop thinking about it when it wasn’t them experiencing it. YS couldn’t stop thinking. Probably never would. Every time something slipped a little bit under the surface of the water he drowned so fast. And it was so shameful that everyone got to witness it. Felt inclined to help when really, at this point, maybe it was just better to let him drown proper.

The space in between dreams was usually empty. The more people tumbling into the space meant more things would pop up, stemming from the day’s thoughts and wishes. It was always nothing but empty whenever YS was here on his own. Nothing but cold fog. Nothing friendly, nothing warm, nothing all that safe. What did that say about his thoughts and wishes, huh?

But the usual emptiness of dreams wasn’t here this time. Not that this wasn’t meant to happen, it just hadn’t happened when YS was around. Mainly because he never really slept at the same time as anyone else aside from… an exception. He’d been going on for a few days without any real, proper sleep, and while he was an Angel, a supernatural being, there was still only so much he could take before his body completely crashed on him. Which was what happened here and now, a lucky outcome that it happened to be at a time where he should’ve been asleep anyway.

So many of his brothers were here. Half of them he suspected didn’t even realize where they were. And with so many selves came a blooming of the space in between dreams. Things, thoughts, safeties and wishes. Taking form as soft wisps of smoke, alien-like grass and flowers, lavender light coming from no visible source at all. The space here never had to make any sense to begin with. It was all just dreams, mashed together in a magic link across realities that wasn’t really supposed to exist. But it did. Might as well make something out of it.

Biff, of course. Biff was almost always here when YS was, and probably the most aware of what this place even was. Not like anyone truly knew its rules. But the longer you visit, the more you get in-tune with how some things work. YS knew some of his brothers had felt him arrive here and changed their paths entirely to cross with his. The others most likely didn’t know what was really happening and were just automatically drawn to a sense of familiarity. All leading back to him. What a nice thought.

Beef and Biff were wordlessly fighting with each other for who got the space in his arms. Idiots. No damn concept of sharing. If they wanted hugs all they ever had to do was ask. They would wake themselves up with this ridiculous tussle if they weren’t careful, but YS could see the playfulness of it in each of their faces. Silent brotherly fighting. Little bastards who cared a lot about each other but refused to admit it.

Boyf and Cyber were here too. Boyf had a secured spot on his left while Cyber lay sprawled rather unceremoniously across his legs. Something akin to the indignancy pile that YS had endured back when his reach only yielded him five brothers. Now, it was so much more. He wasn’t sure if Cyber really knew where he was, but it didn’t seem to matter. There were quiet purrs coming from him anyway. If YS was there, then nothing else mattered. A bit of a terrifying thought for YS- god, when would his brain just pick one? A constant tug-of-war between reveling in the fact he was that much of a safety to someone, and fearing being so damn important.

YS wasn’t really sure where he stood with a lot of his brothers. Which was so… stupid, wasn’t it? Why didn’t he know? They all had expressed some form of deep care for him thus far, from directly saying it to just small but meaningful actions. Choosing to let him stick around in their lives. A stray passing thought. Not looking at him like he was some sort of disgusting freak. Maybe that last one was the bare minimum but it didn’t matter to him. That was still the world in his eyes after everything.

Bash was behind him, asleep. Balancing him while they leaned back to back against each other. Now, YS loved all his brothers. That was true and it would stay true. And it was painfully obvious that he trusted some of them with different things. Was that shitty of him? Maybe. Certainly felt that way to him when he wanted everyone to feel equally important. But there were so many of them now. That wish might be an impossible task now. But maybe YS would burn himself out still trying to reach it. He never wanted to leave anyone on a metaphorical level of less importance somehow.

To his brothers, he felt love and that was clear. And he should stop worrying so much about the differences in each relationship. They were all the same person but they weren’t carbon copies of each other. It would be stupid to try to condense them all down to that. And where other brothers filled holes he desperately needed fixed, Bash sort of… balanced him. He shared similarities with many of them. There was something about his one older brother that was special. YS just wasn’t sure how to convey that. Or really… fairly approach Bash like he deserved for that matter. But for now in between dreams the connection helped dampen his worries. He hoped he could believe he mattered the way he was told he does soon with him.

Peacock was on YS’s right. He was dozing too, but even in that state YS could feel an insistence to stay as close as possible. Two angels taking comfort in each other. It was funny, being a Guardian Angel and having another angel seemingly be guarding him. Beefer was somewhere nearby too. In his dinosaur form, for some reason, but maybe it was because he had no idea what this place was. Walking around. Guarding. Not just him, but everyone here. Even Boyf, despite them never getting along. Truce in the dream space. BJ kept an eye on the dinosaur lumbering around in circles. He seemed very curious about the other versions that obviously weren’t human. That, and well, it didn’t seem like any of them had seen a living dinosaur before who’s also an alien at the same time. Despite the curiosity BJ kept close to YS as much as he could, when everyone else was already crowding him.

Bee and Brooke were here as well. Lying content in the alien-like grass of the dream plains they were all sitting in together. Brooke didn’t seem very content though. Worried, hesitant. YS hadn’t gotten to talk to him a lot, and the first encounter had gone just about as wrong as it possibly could. YS didn’t think Brooke liked him at all. He’d probably prefer to be somewhere else, and that was fair. He was going through a lot as far as the angel could tell. But despite the dislike he was sticking around. Not for his peace of mind, obviously. Probably just because Bash, Bee, and Beef were clearly happy to stay here. It was enough to let Brooke take a hesitant chance.

Mic and Bunny were very new to YS, but they had made it here too. Playing chase for the sake of playing. Joy in a space they didn’t know, but it was okay, nothing could really hurt them here except their own fears. But it was clear no one truly feared where they were. It was funny, Mic was very much a little brother to YS despite him being five years older than him. Somehow. 

Yeah, no. Bash was the only one who was getting away with any semblance of taking care of YS in an older-brother kind of way. And even then YS felt some sort of guilt he was letting anyone be responsible for him.

It was weird. All of them kind of took care of him in their own ways. Just something unique and different about each one. Balance with Bash. Loyalty with Beef. Understanding with Biff. Warmth with Peacock. The list could go on, really. Though in the end they all seemingly wanted him here. Here, amongst people. Wasn’t that weird? Why did they want him here, anyway? YS still couldn’t find an understanding of that. ‘Because they wanted to’? Why? Why choose that with no real benefit?

People were so confusing.

Most of them managed to end up here tonight. That’s never really happened before. YS wondered what was different about this night. Wondered if the ones missing were awake, or just in their own dreams instead of the space in between. Blake, Blue, Baker. Good lord, if Baker was awake he swore to god he better not be creating a kitchen disaster right now. YS wondered how long it would take to get properly through to Bastion as well. Everyone, always on his mind. So many to keep track of, sometimes it made his head spin. But he’d still find room to fit in more. He had a feeling he was going to meet more brothers in the near future anyway.

People, here. With him. For him, some of them might try to say. That couldn’t be true. People shouldn’t be here for him, not when everyone else was around. Felt weird to think he was some sort of priority. But he supposed he was a massive hypocrite too. Prioritizing everyone else as much as he could, trying his hardest to treat everyone equally, make them feel special because they were. But then flinched away if anyone tried to mirror his actions.

How dumb. YS wanted someone to do for him everything he did for others, but couldn’t even be thankful to accept that if someone tried. Nothing was ever good enough, huh? Ridiculous…

Beefer turned suddenly, red eyes boring directly into the angel. Knowing. Right… emotional walls didn’t work on that one. He could tell right away. He’d made a promise to try and think like that less. He was trying. It was just harder on some days than others.

People… here. Could he indulge in saying for him? Did he deserve that, though? Unsure on that part. Whether he said it or not wouldn’t change if it was true or not. A concept there, to sit in the back of his mind, surrounded by all these people. Did he have to keep himself so lonely? YS was so afraid to somehow hurt anyone here, everyone. But would keeping himself lonely make them happy? That might just hurt them too.

He knew one of them was terrified of him leaving. Just from one old conversation. That never really left his head. But there was still a little guilt there, making him even worry so clearly about that. YS was doing his best to keep to his word- that he wouldn’t leave. Even though things kept sliding downhill so fast some days.

Maybe none of them wanted him to leave. It’s not like he wanted to leave either. Sometimes his mind was cruel, though. It was hard to tell properly if anyone cared enough for him to stay some days. Like all the progress went back to zero. Wasn’t that so exhausting? To deal with someone who needed reassurance so often?

YS wouldn’t leave. For as long as they wanted him at all, he would stay.

He had a lot of problems. Maybe he himself was a problem and it might be time to admit that. Needing so much direct reassurance almost every day. That was a problem. And he should try harder to stop doing that because he clearly wasn’t trying hard enough. He would change completely for them, because he loved them.

Maybe that was another problem.

He was just a problem, wasn’t he?

But all of these brothers were here. Loving him. Him and his problems. And YS swore to spend the rest of his time here making up for it all. However short or long that time was allowed to be.

He loved his brothers. Maybe he shouldn’t love them this much when not much time has really passed. But he did anyway. YS loved his brothers. Maybe in another reality entirely, they were all friends. A reality YS could never find, but existed anyway. He hoped so.

Friends… he hoped so. 

[siriannatan]

“Can you come and get me right now . . . please?” - BeefEtho

As with the whole series, the prompt was found @deity-prompts

I just could not delay posting this one.

Warning: PTSD, panic attack (I think these are the closest to what happens)

AO3

When Etho assured Beef he was perfectly okay to go and pick up their lunch while his lovely angel of a boyfriend continued fighting their new apartment he might have overestimated himself. Or to be more precise, he overestimated his own ability to handle people without Beef right next to him. He got overwhelmed the moment he stepped into the coffee shop.

There weren't that many people inside but still far more than Etho would ever be comfortable with when alone. He somehow, by some in no way small miracle, managed to grab their order and leave the shop. Getting back home was not something Etho saw himself as able to do. Even getting to the nearest, completely empty bench and taking it all to himself with the help of his bag of sandwiches and a tray of coffee cups was a big thing right now. And he even didn't curl up. And managed to pull out his phone and pick Beef's number on the first try.

"Hi E, how..." Beef's voice did not make him feel better on its own.

“Can you come and get me right now . . . please?” Etho managed to choke out as his hands started to shake. His brain was catching up to that he was out. Alone. And nowhere close to anyone he was familiar with.

"Should I stay on call?" Beef asked, gentle and kind as he always was. Patient despite all the mess Etho was, and all the trouble and interruptions he caused... "E? Love?" slamming of doors and jingling of keys broke Etho from his spiral. 

"I should be fine... I'll call if it gets worse?" Etho managed to say while squeezing his thigh with his free hand. To stop himself from curling up. To distract himself from his brain telling him people were staring. They had better things to do than stare at him, he reminded himself what Beef always said whenever Etho got worried about that.

Beef did not hang up and chatted to Etho about wallpaper patterns and tiles of all things. They weren't even planning to put wallpaper on any of their walls and they were leaving all the tiling as it was for now. But, as random as the topic was, it managed to distract Etho's brain until Beef cut through the crowd. Overalls half undone, covered in lavender paint. There was some on his beard too but Etho was too busy trying to not break down right then and there.

"I'm here," Beef gentle, kind, stable. The only thing keeping Etho from crumbling down in all ways and senses. "Let's get you home?" he wasted no time grabbing the bags and offering Etho an arm to hold on to. "We can go as slow or fast as you need," he assured the moment he saw how unsteady Etho was.

"I'm sorry..." Etho mumbled, he tried to walk on his own but almost instantly had to rely on Beef to stay upright. "I'm a nui..."

"How about we order pizza for dinner?"

Etho just nodded, putting all the endurance he had left into at least walking. Being carried all the way back would be the worst. "'Love'ya Beefers..."

"Love you too E. A lot and no matter what." Etho would never admit how much these words meant to him... Maybe when Beef was asleep and could not hear him he would say something but for now, he was content to clutch onto Beef's arm on their short but very slow walk home. Their new home. Just theirs...

[rayveewrites]

~~whats the recap dou doing these days?~~ seriosly tho whats up with etho and beefo?

“Beefers?”

“Hey, Etho,” noticing the odd look on his friend’s face, he followed this up with a question “what is it?”

“I think… there’s civilization.”

“Other people?”

“Maybe…” Etho sounded pretty unsure. Beef wasn’t sure if that was because he genuinely wasn’t sure, or if it was just his natural aversion to strangers.

Knowing Etho, it was probably the latter.

“Do you want to check it out?”

Etho hesitated, “if there are other hermits running around, we might be able to find them…”

“You could stay here while I go,” Beef offered. Etho shook his head.

“I’d rather we stick together. And I want to know if the others are okay.”

Beef could tell Etho really wasn’t up for dealing with people. Not today, in any case.

“Tomorrow?”

“I… yeah. Tomorrow. They’re not going anywhere.”

-

They paused on a hill above the small town, and Beef had a thought.

“Do you think I should take off the bloodstained apron?”

Etho just started laughing. “It took you this long to think of that?”

“Look, it’s been a while since I’ve interacted with unknown people! Give me a break, Etho, it’s not like you’re much better at this,” he untied the object in question and stashed it in his inventory. Sure, most people were pretty chill about it, but it did occasionally start things off on the wrong foot. They really didn’t need that at the moment.

“Are you ready?” Etho grimaced underneath his mask.

“Let’s just do this before I change my mind.”

[hermittitties]

Going to make a list of tags here to remember whatever tags I made up for each hermit (hermits that aren't in this list I either have not found any titty art of yet or I forgot to add them here) (some tags may not have art in them yet I just want to remember them for future use)

#mantit celebration - manboobs tag

#i like women - womanboobs tag

#genderboob - genderqueerboob tag

#sent in - posts someone sent me

#docdonkers - Doc tag

#gritties - Grian tag

#mumboob - Mumbo tag

#scitties - Scar tag

#renbreasts - Ren tag

#zitties - Zedaph tag

#beefers - Beef tag

#iTits - Impulse tag

#xitties - Xisuma tag

#evil xitties - Evil Xisuma tag

#cleovage - Cleo tag

#falseboob - False tag

#geminitit - Gem tag

#chest monster - Stress tag

#ethitties - Etho tag

#joobs - Joe tag