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[fallenclan]

(infomercial voice) OTTERSLIP: MOLD-LIKE? FALLENCLAN JUST CAN'T GET RID OF HIM!

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[idesofrevolution]

Horizons II: Numbers

READ CHAPTER ONE HERE

I looked at Omarion with my lupine grin, my sweet lookin' stolen face twisted and devilish. Couldn’t stop myself from snatching the blunt right out of his fingers mid puff and bringing it to my lips. Here’s the thing, bro; yeah, I was 6'3 and fit as fuck, not gonna lie. But Omarion was another beast entirely. The guy was almost 7'0 and lean like the good runner he was. You had to have someone get in and out of a place like a jackrabbit? Omarion's your boy. Those size 17 stompers he's got somehow are quick and quiet, especially when he kicks my ass on the basketball court. I let out a big fuckin' cloud in his face, winkin' as I hand the smokin' cigarello back to him.

"So, 'white boy'..." Omarion chuckled under his breath, still all kinds of fucked up about his Colombian parcero stretchin' out this gringo's bod. "You got a dude for me or what? Fuckin' hogs be runnin' me all over town." I looked down at my feet, racking this dude's memories for the name of that little sidepiece that he dumps his load into every Saturday night. I pushed down the growing rage I felt as Aidan's face continued to appear in my head- I didn't have a bit of guilt squeezin' into this fucker knowing what he did to that kid. I had even less guilt about what I was about to do to that tiny lil bitch as his name finally popped into my brain.

"Orlando. Orlando Avellaneda." Omarion raised his eyebrow at me as I looked at him with my big blue eyes. I kinda loved the way it fucked with him. "He's over off Frederick Street. He's this dude's little fuck toy. Bruh, it's wild. This guy is a full on fuckin' racist, but he's got a thing for the Cuban boys." Omarion took a big drag from the lit cigarello, puffin' out a couple of rings before smiling.

"Beggars can't be choosers, bro. But you ain't stickin' that monster inside me, even if I'm in 'your' side ho." I punched that tatted up tower in the arm, laughin' at his seriousness.

"You good, man. I promise I won't drill ya. Can't promise you won't wanna, though." I pawed at my bulge playfully as he grimaced in disgust.

"Boy if you don't stop playin'. Get in the fuckin' car." He stomped his giant AF1 on the blunt, struttin' over to the far corner of the warehouse. I followed behind, and behind the back pillar sat a fresh as fuck Jeep. Omarion hopped in the driver's seat, and the engine roared to life. Fuck I missed that sound. Nothin' like a roarin' engine, speedin' down the highway, dodgin' screamin' pigs and bitch ass Nissans to get away. I hopped in, wondering if I'd ever get to feel that rush again. I think back to Aidan, that innocent little face of his... was I really condemned to being some nine to fiver, rotting away in a cubicle. I couldn't ditch the dude, that would fuck him up beyond fixin'. But this beast can't be fuckin' caged man.

"Haul ass outta here, bro. Gotta get back before he gets suspicious." Omarion rolled his eyes, slammin' that cinder block foot onto the gas and plowing through the wood planks on the warehouse door, and out of the port. I looked down at Chase's phone, pullin' up his texts. I scrolled through bullshit after bullshit from his lame ass bank job- put a pin in that for later. Finally, I found the little shit. Orlando's name popped up midway down, the horny fuck puttin' a peach emoji right on his contact. I hit call and put my finger to my lips, Omarion snickering as I did.

"Uh... Chase? Did you forget your wallet again?" His voice was shrill and irritating, nothin' like Aidan. You could hear the brattiness with every word.

"I'm comin' over. Get that ass ready." He was quiet on the other side of the line, givin' me a mini heart attack thinkin' I'd fucked up and freaked him out. At least until I heard his breaths under the static.

"Mmmm playin' bad boy tonight are we? Your houseboy not giving you what you need?" I felt my teeth grind, who the fuck was this little cocksucker to talk about him that way... I took a deep breath, Omarion still raisin' his eyebrows at my huffin' and puffin'.

"Yeah, I'm feelin' nasty tonight. I'm gonna stretch that mouth as wide as it'll go." Little did he know.

"Door's unlocked, lemme give you what he can't. See you soon, baby." He hung up, and I tossed Chase's phone onto the center console of the car. Wouldn't be needing it for much longer, anyway. Omarion had his eyes plastered on the road, clearly biting his tongue. Honestly, I get it. I ate pussy like it was a fuckin' banquet, so did he. I didn't understand why I got so fuckin' enfadado at any slight against that blonde twink either. As much as I got under this gringo's skin, he'd gotten under mine too.

"So. You into this boy, ain't you?" I whipped my head to scowl at him.

"I'm not into him. I'm just playin' the game, bro." He chuckled under his breath, shakin' his head.

“Sure, bruh. Last I checked you were on track for a hundred bitches in one year. Eyes on the prize, brother!” He turned, laughin’ his stupid ass off, but not one laugh came outta me. That shit didn’t escape him, he noticed right away. That smile faded quick before we sat the rest of the ride in silence, he didn’t even put on Kendrick like he usually did. This shit was gettin' complicated. As we pulled up to his bougie ass townhouse, I heard the lil' ping comin' out of my phone, seeing a missed call and text from Aidan. Omarion opened the door, stepping out onto the street, turnin' to stare at me. "C'mon bro, we don't have time for this shit."

"Bruh, gimme a fuckin' second!" I swiped down, seeing the message from Aidan:

Aidan: Did you get stuck in traffic? I hope the ice cream doesn't melt...

I smiled, that boy ain't even mad. I don't get people worryin' about where I'm at, what I'm doin', who I'm with... I opened the camera, snapping a picture givin' him those 'Imma fuck the shit outta you' eyes.

Chase: yeah, babe- got stuck by the bridge. ice cream is fucked, gonna get you a nice n creamy one. i know u like that.

He replied with that naughty lil' devil emoji. Mmmm... I bet he'd be on his knees the minute I walked in that door. I felt my rod stirrin' in my jock, drippin' my juices out this gringo's swollen cock. This guy really got me goin'... but fuck. I wasn't a fuckin' cocksucker.

"Put that fuckin' phone down. We gotta fuckin' go, bro!" I nodded at Omarion, seein' just how pissed he was gettin' standing there. Tossin' that phone in the backseat, I got out the car and walked up to his door. Tappin' the doorbell, that thirsty lil fuck came runnin' down the stairs, whipping that door open quicker than I expected. The skinny lil twig stared up at me, clearly confused why Chase was as sexy as I made him overnight and why this 7'0 shirtless ebony giant is lookin' at him that way. The kid was a pipsqueak. Fresh outta college, ‘applying for dental school’ apparently. Typical dick cravin’ lil’ fa… gay boy.

"Whoa... Chase?" The lil bitch looked me up and down, I snickered as I saw his dicklet go full mast as I crossed my inked arms.

"The one and only, baby." I winked at him, watchin' his face flush red as an apple, before throwin' my arm around my bro. "This is Omarion. I think he's in need of a little.. stress relief." My man was gropin' at that jackhammer of his and that monster grew at just a single touch, snakin' down his sweatpants like the anaconda it is. I smirked, watchin' drool start to stream down Orlando's smooth chin.

"Yeeh... Yeah that sounds... good... But, when did you get tat..." I couldn't help but laugh as Omarion gripped him by the fuckin' cheeks, pushing him back into the living room. I shut the door behind us, smugly turning the deadbolt before slowly pullin' down my sweats. I turned around, grippin' my musky, sticky jock and my jaw nearly fuckin' dropped. Omarion had already dropped trou, his big ass Nikes and sweats chucked over the back end of the couch, and both Orlando and I completely fixated on that huge ass screwdriver stickin' straight outta his curly pubes. Fuck, maybe I hadn't really looked before when we double teamed the last few girls- too busy with my cock down her throat, but holy fuckin' shit bruh. Thick as a beercan, veins runnin' down that footlong like rivers, and his mushroom head pokin' the little twink right in the nose.

"Yo, you down for the spit?" Omarion snickered as he pried Orlando's thin lips open, hockin' a thick wad of spit into his mouth. Man, when I tell you I was in the fuckin' position in three seconds flat-the twink's feet over my shoulders, his grey shorts pulled to the side with that puckery hole just beggin' for my cock. Omarion threw up his fist, our tatted knucks colliding like the green light we both knew it was. "Alright lil' bitch, open wide." Orlando, the obedient little sub, could barely open that mouth any bigger than he already did before my bro had thrust that footer straight down his throat, blowin' out a hoot of pleasure as his head slowly fell back. My mind flashed back to Aidan back at the apartment, probably checkin' his phone to see if I was on my way back...

"Bro..." Man... I couldn't get him out of my head. I had a tight hole pressed against my steamy bulge and all I could think about was... "BRO!" I shook my head, lookin' up at my bro straight up face fuckin' Orando's gaggin' face. "Wake the fuck up, bruh. Hurry it up and stick it in already!" It's a means to an end, I tell myself. I pull down my jock, my cock already standin' alert, drippin' with my pre and some of last night's load still caught under the hood. I felt my old self for a sec- my brows gettin' low, my teeth barin', that animal snarl... Well, his hole will be a nice lil' cleaner for me. I smirked, pressin' that musky head against his beggin' pucker, and with a deep fuckin' groan, slowly let my slimy rod slip into his guts. "That's my fuckin' boy. Come on!" Omarion picked up his pace, leanin' over the fucker and holdin' onto the couch beneath him, grinnin' from ear to ear. Man, when I say I love tag teamin' with my boy, I FUCKIN' LOVE IT. The guy just turns up the heat, bruh, and that shit just gets me goin'.

I let my long ass tongue flop out my mouth, smilin' and pantin' as I start plowin' that twink ass. Orlando was moanin' and chirpin' like the thirsty lil slut he is, gettin' pegged from both sides by two professional fuckers. Sweat drippin' down my forehead, Omarion and I just look at eachother, smirkin' at the sounds of his sweaty balls slappin' against the twink's face, and my groin against his bony lil' ass.

"Fuckin' take this dick, lil' pussy. Yeah suck it." Omarion slapped Orlando's cheek, the little pervert whining as he's spitroasted. As the lil' fucker's eyes closed in lust, my boy looked me dead in the eye, and I knew exactly what it meant. Omarion slowly stepped back, his dick slowly pulling out of the twink's throat. I lean in over his panting face, my scowl growin' crazed as I rammed his ass.

"Woohoo, bro. You really shoulda got your own breeder, pendejo. This one's taken." His eyes squinted in confusion as I pulled out of his lil' pucker, and Omarion made his move, stickin' that massive mitt into his open mouth, pullin' his lips wider and wider- his head stretchin' and distorting as he tugged, before bringin' his size 17 dog up and shovin' it down Orlando's pre-stretched throat. That wet squelch rang out as his neck bulged around the shape of that smelly fuckin' boat slidin' down into his chest.

Lemme just break this down for you. Slippin' into someone, that's one thing. Feels fuckin' great, gets you off, the sounds and smells and the texture... yeah it's hot. But watchin' your bro squeezin' into some bitchass... that's a whole different fuckin' level, bruh. Seein' him plop his ass on the back of the couch, slippin' his other foot down the twink's gurglin' throat, lettin' himself just slide down into Orlando's bod lubed with his own sweat. I couldn't help myself, bro. I grabbed my musky cock, slowly pumpin' it as I watched his calves slurp down into the lil' fucker. This is karma, bitch. I bet he loved the feelin' of his thick ass thighs stretchin' his head like a rubber mask, or the smell of his round sweaty ass as he sits down right on top of his nose. Wanna know how I know? Those whimpers turned into moans real fuckin' quick. He turned and looked at me jackin' away, goonin' at the insane sight.

"Bruh, c'mon! I get your bod is gettin' you horny but help me in and we can get the fuck outta here!" Fuck, he was right. Bein' inside Chase had my brain doin' a buncha fuck shit, as much as I'd changed him- I think he was changin' me too... I blinked, runnin over to the squirming pipsqueak and holding him down, watchin' as Omarion kept sinkin' himself deeper and deeper inside of him. His toes bulged out beneath the pale skin, slidin' down his smooth legs, his skinny calves, and with a buncha grunts n' squeezin' from Omarion, his gigantic feet suctioned into Orlando's immediately bloating them into my boy's veiny, funky size 17s.

Omarion goes to a whole 'nother level when he's gettin' into you. Those eyes got wild, grinnin' like the Joker as he pinched the twink's waist, and stretched the legs tight over his own. Slowly, Orlando's legs swelled and suctioned over my boy's his tight calves and basketball-trained quads bulging out of this kid's skin. His curly brown hairs sprouting out of the pale legs, before quickly tanning with his mocha body inside.

"Lemme just... Unf!" He shoved his hands into the gapin' maw, slinkin' down to his semi hard dick, deflated after his fake lust had faded away. I watched as his snake slid into Orlando's, stretchin' it wide before those kiwi balls of his slurped into his new droopy sac. The man was gigglin' like a fuckin' lunatico, his ass now inflating the bony rear into two watermelons below his skinny waist. His arms found their way into the twink's shoulders; like slippin' on a pair of overalls, all he needed to do was shrug, and the rubbery skin slurped over his torso and chest. A couple of his tatts slowly rose to the surface: barbed wire from his time in the pen, and two snakes circlin' around eachother- a tribute to our partnership for the past decade. His arms slid down into their new gloved home, the skin creaking and groaning as the big ol' mitts swelled into their new fingers n' palms.

"Aight bro, thanks for the ride!" We bumped our knuckles, as he took Orlando's orgasmic face, pulling it over the back of his head and letting it snap right over his own. Squeaks, creaks, and squelches echoed in the room as he tugged on the mask atop his head: Orlando's lips growin' thick, his nose flattenin', the sharp stubble poppin' out his sharp jaw... Fuck... Why was I thinkin' that way...

My bro opened his new eyes, the twink's pretty boy face now twisted into a gruff ass snarl. Reachin' over to his sweatpants, he pulled out the blunt he'd rolled in the car, stickin' it between his lips and lighting it. Seein' a lil' cockslut turn into a fuckin' giant ass man, blowin' his thick clouds was such a fuckin' trip.

"Orlando, huh? Bruh, this guy was a fuckin' tightass motherfucker." Hearin' that high pitched voice gravelly n' low... that shit got my stomach in knots. "This shit never gets old, man. Trippy as fuck every time." He took another puff before handin' that good shit over to me, snickering at my hard on I'd tried to slip back into my jock. As I took a hit, that motherfucker started leanin' over and pokin' it! "Yeah, man. I see what you mean when ya slip into a cocksucker. Certain things just look... different through these eyes."

I couldn't say for sure man, but I think I felt my cheeks get red from his touch. Even through this twunk's face I could see Omarion's fuckin' smirk on his lips, feel that fucker's grip in his hands, smell that musk flowin' from out his skin. It was Omarion through and through, and fuck was it crazy to see those lil things comin' from Orlando's body. I smacked that chucklin' dick's hand off my rod, playin' it off as best I could.

"Yeah, you fuckin' wish this dick was up your thirsty ass." He huffed under his breath, jumpin' off the bed and over to the bag he'd dropped by the door to get into a more fittin' look.

"Shit, bruh. He's got some spunk in these balls. Just gimme some pussy and... UNH... UNH... UNH..." He hip thrust forward, grinnin' as he slipped on his tank. I couldn't watch him too long, 'cuz as much as I wanted to deny it, I wanted to see him fuckin' some tight hole in this bod. He looked good.

"Heh, you gonna find some good cumdump in that pretty boy." I walked over, handin' him the joint before slippin' on my sweatpants. I felt him lookin' at me, didn't have to even turn around.

"So... what's the plan, bro? Back to 'your' place, regroup, and get movin'?" I stopped for a second, realizing that while I shoulda been thinkin about the escape plan, I wasn't. Every moment that day my head shoulda been in the game, like it was every other time I hid in some perra. But it wasn't. The whole time, all I was thinkin' was how long it'd take to get back to Aidan.

"Uh, yeah. We should get goin'." I turned around, lookin' at him slippin those big funky dogs into his AF1's, tossin' the empty bag over his shoulder.

“Well, let’s dip.” Omarion strut out the door as if he owned the place. Well, I guess he did, heh. He’s always been a pro at this shit. Bro is a fuckin’ chameleon. When he’s in you, nobody would do so much as a double take. He’s got your memories on lock. He’s got your interests on lock. He’s got your voice, your walk, your smile… By the time he hops out, he’s got ‘em thinkin’ you just had a phase or some shit like that.

See, when we’re inside you, you’re seein’ everything we’re seein’, feelin’ how we feel, thinkin’ how we think… Sometimes when we ditch your skin, you wake up a bit different than you used to be. I mean, we’re doin’ you a favor. You get a fuckin’ sick ass sex god wearin’ and stretchin’ your body out, you’re gonna walk away with a bit of our swagger in you, bruh. Chase was a slow learner with that, bitchin’ and moanin’ 24/7, but nothin’ more than a whisper way back there pretendin’ like he hates my big ass schlong swingin’ between his legs. But Omarion, he has a fuckin’ queue of bros beggin’ him to squeeze back in ‘em. He does somethin’ different, bro. I don’t know how to explain it. I didn’t then, on that drive that night after stoppin’ at some shitty cornerstore to swipe some ice cream for Aidan, I just sorta stared at him. Didn’t say much, just vibed to some Curren$y as he weaved through fuckin’ slow ass cars; but I had to ask.

“So how the fuck 're you so good at this shit, man?” He turned to me, raisin’ his eyebrow. “Like you get in him like it’s nothin’, and it’s like he’s always been this way. No one bats a fuckin’ eye.” Omarion rolled his eyes, turnin’ back to the road.

“You get way too into it, bruh.” His voice was low and cold.

“The fuck? What’s that supposed to mean?” I knew exactly what he meant. But in the back of my head, I needed to hear him say it.

“When I go into hidin’, I’m not out there keepin’ up their relationships. I’m not callin’ their moms. I don’t give a fuck about goin’ into work. I get in, get the fuck outta town, and get out. No strings, no bullshit.” His eyes were fixed on the road, I knew he’d been meanin’ to say this for a while. “But you, bro? You out there makin’ sure the rent is paid. You out there makin’ excuses for where they’re goin’. You tellin’ their professors you goin’ to a funeral so you gotta take some time off of class. You get involved, bruh. You always do.” He finally looked at me, not mad or anything, but he was serious. “This time I got a feelin’ you in too deep.”

“I’m am not.” I did my best to be all, ‘I don’t give a fuck’ about the clock. But Omarion knows me too damn well. He saw right through that shit.

“We stopped for ice cream for your butt buddy, bro.” We sat in silence for an uncomfortably long time. Felt like fuckin’ ages, but he finally summed it up. “You gotta ditch this dude. We stayin’ the night and you either ditch the boyfriend or ditch the bod. Get a new dude and leave this shit in the dust. We got a job to do. Don’t forget that.”

Took forty minutes to get back to the apartment. Bruh, I was sweatin' bullets. I didn't know how Omarion would vibe with Aidan, what kind of excuse I was gonna have to come up with. I looked down at the plastic bag and the half melted chocolate ice cream inside. No, the bodega didn't have fuckin' pistachio. Yes, I asked. Omarion stood next to me in the elevator, flexin' and snappin' pics to send the boss.

"Aight, we're friends. We saw eachother at the corner store. You're comin' back to smoke and chill. Got it?" Omarion huffed, slippin' his bod's phone back into his sweats.

"Yeah, we good. But tomorrow mornin', we dippin' right?" I couldn't even look at him. I just nodded. "Bruh, we're gettin' the fuck outta here, ditchin' these bitches and gettin' back to the boss. That's the fuckin' plan. Don't get all horny for this dude, you ain't stayin."

"I'm not fuckin' horny for him, bro!" The elevator doors opened, and we walked up to the door. Just as I was fuckin' with the keys, I heard the door unlock and watched as the door swung open. He stood on the other side, lookin' irritated as fuck. Aidan stood there with his arms crossed, flingin' knives out his eyes.

“Just headed to get ice cream, huh?” I stuttered, couldn’t get a single word out. He looked so disappointed, man. “Two nights, Chase? Two nights you come home hours late, doing who knows what kind of shit all night!” He was pissed, and let me tell you somethin’. No one fuckin’ talks to me like that. You raise your voice, I raise my fuckin’ fist. Talk to me like I’m some bitch and you’ll be hangin’ by your balls from the ceiling. So, why couldn’t I say anything? I stood there like a fuckin’ tool, stutterin’ and all ‘uhhh… ummm… you know…’ If he were any other bro comin’ at me like that I’d have laid his ass out on the tile floor. But not a fuckin’ word would leave my lips. I just couldn’t, man. Thank fuckin’ Christ for Omarion, savin’ the day with a quick one.

“Hey, I’m Orlando. I’m friends with Chase.” He stuck his hand out, smiling at Aidan with that charmer grin of his. “I saw this dumbass beggin’ the guy at the counter for some pistachio ice cream and was like 'yo, it’s my boy!” Aidan looked at him all skeptical, just starin’ at his hand. Turnin’ to me, all I did was nod like a fuckin’ dumbass, handing him the bag of ice cream. I was gettin’ nervous, but after a second or two he cracked a smile and shook his hand. I let out a sigh of relief. As Omarion did what he did best, playin’ it on the down low and makin’ him feel all comfortable.

“Nice to meet you, Orlando. Sorry about the blow up. But your ‘bro’ over there knows what I’m talkin’ about, right?” I could tell he was still annoyed, but Omarion’s magic tongue had taken his tone down. He waved us in, lettin’ Omarion through but holdin’ his arm in front of me before I could even walk through the door. He got in close, and I felt his arms slowly slide around my waist. I saw under that sweet lil’ smile a whole lotta sadness. I really fuckin’ hurt the guy. His lips quickly planted on mine, my eyes closed and all I wanted to do was to at least make the guy feel like this piece of shit I was piloting would do the right thing for once. When our lips parted, he leaned into my ear and whispered. “Please, Chase. Don’t do it again.”

He turned around, walkin’ to the kitchen to get some bowls. I shut the door behind us, and couldn’t avoid Omarion’s fuckin’ death stare. All of that just proved his point. I was in deep, too fuckin’ deep. But seein’ him again in that moment, the big blue eyes and that sweet smile… I was havin’ second thoughts about the plan.

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Alright, folks! This is going to be the last entry of Horizons posted to Tumblr, the rest of this piece is gonna be exclusively on Blogspot and GSS. I know that may disappoint some of y'all, but here's why. Tumblr isn't the greatest place for longform multichapter stories, and Horizons is turning into something a lot bigger than just two or three posts on here. Each of these chapters are turning into 5k+ words and it's just not ideal for this platform. GSS allows for multiple chapters under a uniform series, which helps tremendously with continuity. I invite y'all to come check out Horizons on GSS, and I'll be sure to link it whenever a new chapter is added. As of right now, I have solid plot framework for 4 chapters of it, with it being very open to having several more afterward. I'll continue to have one-offs on Tumblr, so don't think I'm ditchin' y'all. I'm still here and I ain't going nowhere. :)

[aviradasa]

Hello! hope you’re doing fine!

i saw your headcanons about Larry and i was wondering if you could do the same with a goth fem reader pleaseee??

take care of you !

YES!

Larry x Goth!Fem! Reader

Dude this is one of my fav tropes I love you sm

Larry with a goth chicken is like peanut butter and Nutella bro.

That shit is heavenly.Yall are so perfect.

He treats you like a damn goddess.

(Cause you are one duh)

I mean like if you asked him to jump off a bridge, he would 100% no questions asked he would just be like "Yes ma'am." And do it.

You never open doors anymore. His mom raised him right.

I don't care how generic it is this man is whipped, and nobody can do shit about it.

He's happy here ok.

His favorite thing, though, is helping you sew together new outfits if you DIY your clothes.

He especially likes adding the spikes it's honestly an adhd trap (trust me bro that shit will have you in a trance.)

He's also really good at sewing on patches, so they don't fall off.

You guys just love being creative together.

He will paint you.

So

Many

Times

Every new makeup look and outfit inspires him, and he's just like

"Wait, don't move." And will take a picture to paint later.

Your favorite is this beautiful portrait he did where he painted you as a ghost haunting an abandoned asylum.

It's hung above your bed 🖤🖤

Also he will share music with you.

Even though he's mostly one of those.

"I only listen to metal (◣_◢) " guys, he will let you force him to listen to your music.

He secretly likes it.

Will never admit that tho

Also, if you wanna randomly dance with him in the middle of the woods, count him in.

Just sayinnnn

He's a surprisingly good dancer.

He wants to dance with you.

Dance with this man.

Please.

Moving onto other things though

He hates when people give you judgmental looks.

He don't give a damn how they look at him, but when they are looking at you dirty, it just pisses him off to no end.

And you normally don't even care what others think

. Being goth kinda comes with strange looks and people being assholes unfortunately. But so does being a metalhead.

He knows that to he just doesn't like it.

He just cares about you and is like "why yall lookin at my beautiful girl like that?"

To him, those people don't deserve to have the privilege of looking at you.

Ain't he sweet??? 🖤

Omg I can't yall are just so perfect 😭😭

And don't even think for a moment that Lisa would have any issue.

That woman adores you.

She asks you to do her wedding makeup because your makeup is always so nice.

She teaches you and Larry new ways to sew and stitch things.

We love Lisa she's so sweet!!

And after a while, even sal warms up to you being around more.

You and sal sometimes clown on Larry in a joking way, of course, and you all have a laugh.

Sal kinda becomes like a brother to you as well once you and Larry are together awhile.

Nobody in that family judges you cause at heart they are all some spooky mfs as well.

You and Larry are the cutest and i love it and nothing could be better than this omg.

It's so damn cute i can't.

Yooo, another short one, but I gotta get these out in time for spooky season!!! I'm gonna go back to writing actual pics soon so stay tuned!!

[ki-kink]

The huge, hairy beer drinking muscle daddy is pretty great. Got any interest in what happens if he keeps hitting the fridge? I’m talking drinking six packs a night instead of keeping his six pack.

Yo, the sick part about having a beard is it kinda hides if your jawline's lookin' less sharp, you know? But bro, after a few too many brews, even that won't save you. If your chin starts gettin' all floppy, the beard ain't gonna cover that up, especially if you don't keep it groomed, man…

Dude, the chill part is, by then, it’s all good, ya know? No need to keep that chest fluff in check. Daily showers? So for suckers. Seriously, who gives a rip about messy hair and hiding some cheesy dude down in your love handles, bro?

[mega-punani]

How would the Pirate boys react to MC confessing to them? It's okay if you don't feel like writing though, feel free to ignore!

AUGH Thank u so much for being so kind 💓 It's been a long time comin so I hope u enjoy!

Confessions!:

Sans: -You? Like him? HIM? Sans is kind of baffled that anyone is confessing to him, let alone someone as wonderful as you! He is blushing, stuttering, and caught off guard. -Will check you to see if you are being honest- -For how smart and talented Sans is, he's a bit romantically stupid. You'll have to give him a moment to collect his thoughts...

Papyrus: -Bro is flabbergasted but he grinning mad hard. -Lowkey will be ecstatic and spin you around all giddy. He's gonna be a bit sad that he didn't ask you out first though. He wanted to get you flowers and everything! -Starts planning a date for the next island/town they land in.

Blue: -"What? You have a crush on me? Why would you want to crush me? Did I make you mad?" -His face gets progressively bluer as you explain that you are interested in him romantically. -Blue isn't super innocent to things like romance, but he's always jumping all over the place that he wouldn't even notice if someone did like him! He's glad that it was you who stopped him to tell him though ❤️

Stretch: -OMG OMG OMGOMGOMG- -Stretch is secretly (not really, he's so obviously) a romantic. he had dreams of the day someone as wonderful as you would give him such a heartfelt confession. -He could only hope that he looked calm and collected, but the man was squealing. -Will write a song about you.

Red: -Bro could tell LMAO -WHY DO YOU THINK BRO WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU THE ENTIRE TIME??? -Oh- you thought he was joking when he said he would tear out his soul for you? You thought he was joking when he said he only lives to serve and be with you? ARE YOU DENSE??? -"Hold on a minute, darl- I thought we was already datin'?"

Edge: -Emotionally constipated #2. -Honestly, he might just ignore you and walk out of the room thinking you pulled a prank on him. He'll huff and roll his eyelights, but the moment you stop him and tell him that you're serious, he's gone. -No one had ever seen Edge shrivel into an embarrassed ball so quickly.

Razz: -"OF COURSE YOU LIKE ME! I'M FUCKING AMAZING-" -He gets annoyed when you cut him off to explain. He's gonna be so confused the entire time while listening intently. Finally, when it sinks in, he's blushing like a mad man. (The top deck is screaming about a tsunami in the distance.) -Will have to take a minute to compute, and then be pissed about how caught off guard he was. Couldn't you have at least gotten him a banquet of roses? It's already to late though! You will have to provide him with a grand gesture later down the line... datemate.

Cash: -Honestly, bro will not register that you're serious. -For the first time in a loooong time, not a single joke escaped his jaws, instead a dreaded look of guilt would wash over his face. -"I ain't good fo ya, toots..." -He doesn't deserve you or your love. He's a terrible person who had done so many terrible things. You should find a better skeleton. Maybe one of his cousins? Save yourself the trouble and don't try to care for such a rotton monster like him, yeah?

Bear: -Bro's eyelight will blow wide open like a cat. -If you look close enough, bro is VIBRATING- -FINALLY, IT'S HIS TURN TO BE HAPPY! THINGS ARE LOOKIN UP FOR YO BOI- -Will give you a awkward grin and a shaky nod as he pulls you in for a deep, warm hug.

Cinnamon: -Will malfunction and say your joke isn't funny. He'll get a bit hurt that you would pull such a prank on him and try to get his hopes up... -Wait- you're not kidding? -SOMEONE GET BEAR- CINNAMON FAINTED!

[thealtofvalleyxdoodles]

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Just some dumb thoughts

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡ E̳n̳j̳o̳y̳ ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡

-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 "𝕭𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖔 0-6" 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖊 ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

Price likes to swallow chewing gum. I mean-LOOK AT THE FUCKER. HE SWALLOWS GUM-CHANGE MY MIND. Price also likes to drink whiskey out of a tea cup-Kate just stares at him and says "John-how are you Drunk off of Tea???" and he's all "Fuck off, Mum! I ain't three no mo' Woman!"

Price has gone to a pride parade with Kate-she was in the parade bc some homophobic dude at her wife's job was trash talking her. John went as morel support (And ended up in a conga line--)

Price's famous pick-up line with the ladies is "Are ye chocolate milk? Because you make my day batter" (Yes he says Batter.)

My mans will just S T A R E at people when he's deep in thought. Like-he'll zone out and then it's just

and it's lowkey kind like-"Cap? What the fuck?"

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*୨୧ ┈┈┈┈┈ S̶i̶m̶o̶n̶ "G̶h̶o̶s̶t̶" R̶i̶l̶e̶y̶ ┈┈┈┈┈ ୨୧*

Simon wakes up every. single. night. at three am. THREE AM. Poor bby :,(

this man will randomly be reminded of something-wether it be his father or, or walking past the old park he used to play at after school as a kid, somthing else-and he'll get the urge to cry. And he'll get so spaced out John has to shake him roughly-one time he had to slap him--

Simon really really REALLY hates the smell of COOKIES. But he loves eating them???? Wtf bro-

the only thing he can cook is instant noodles. thats it. your dream cook can only cook noodles. i woke u up, your welcome.

Ghost once caught Soap tryna sneak in a few....odd pics...of him...for "Art like things, Lt!" (Like Soap can draw-Ha! He draws so much foikin' battar.)

this man can sing-and he sound like he's native to the US when he does--

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(I love this little gif of him bc he looks like he's just like "Yes ma'am-no maiming. understood" HE'S SO CUTE I CANT WSDNIGIGHNIEQG)

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ j̤̈ö̤ḧ̤n̤̈n̤̈ÿ̤ "s̤̈ö̤ä̤p̤̈" Mä̤c̤̈ẗ̤ä̤v̤̈ï̤s̤̈ḧ̤ ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

MF LIKES CHEESE BY ITSELF. im sorry-i had to say it. he does.

He-i cant even fathom how i think this-he can bake. and he's GOOD at it. Like, "Why tha fack whould ya go ta tha cheesecake fac'ory?? I can make betta shite!?" (I love him so much dfgsdinfgof8)

He draw better than Simon-Simon just has a big ego with his artwork and won't admit Johnny draws better--

Johnny (Cannonly) speaks better spanish than Graves. (LIKE HOW THE FUCK DOES A US BITCH SPEAK SPANISH SO BADDDD UGH-anyways this is bout babyboy here)

his first word nearly killed his Roman Catholic mother, "War! War! Ha ha! Warrrr!" (The poor woman, RIP)

His second word was no better. "Gay!"

how'd he learn these words?? ...His uncles. (Dad's side)

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☆★☆★→ Kͦyͦlͦeͦ "Gͦaͦzͦ" Gͦaͦrͦrͦiͦcͦkͦ ←☆★☆★

So like-idk why but when i first saw this man i was like: "...yeah-he vapes."

also-WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HOLD THE LIGHTER WITH TWO HANDS????

anyways-he likes to snuggle with a little stuffie from when he was a kid-it's a small pink bunny too. it's missing an ear and he had to re-sew a foot on with a spare sock but other than that, it's still lookin pretty good.

"Hey-John? ...Why the fuck are you staring at me like that, Sir??"

(See Johnathan "Bravo-06" Price)

I headcannon that he has like-three older cousins he talks to whenever he can-like-he sends them a text at least every day

i also think he has a big family.

and that he is the ONLY BRITISH MAN that can cook-like he and Kate?? god-DAYUM. They are a STORM in the kitchen.

Im sorry-but this man will only call you "Love" and "Mamas"-nothing else. Change my mind-I dare you. (If he's tired it'll be a small "Hunnybun")--

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( ノ・・)ノ g̤̈ä̤r̤̈ÿ̤ "r̤̈ö̤ä̤c̤̈ḧ̤" s̤̈ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ë̤r̤̈s̤̈ö̤n̤̈ ( /・・)ノ

Baby boy is ALWAYS FORGOTTEN SO-FUCK ALL OF YOU, IM TAKING MY SON AND LEAVING

My baby boy LOVES to watch 90's cartoons on his phones after missions. Like all anyone will hear from his room is, "Oh ThE tHiNgS i Do FoR lOvE!!" (If you dont know what show this is from, your too young to be on my page)

He used to get called "Gar-bear" by his mom bc he used to watch so much spongebob as a kid.

He ADORESSS the homemade food from his teamates-even if it's just Simon's instant noodles. </3 he is everything to me, omg

He can speak English, Spanish, German, French, and ASL. (American sign language)

When he's really pissed off he'll say the one curse word he knows in Slovak. ("Kurva!" it means fuck-dont ask how i know that...)

He has a small ant farm at home. He has a few other friends (not from work ofc) look after them when hes gone <3

Secretly really good at arts and crafts-he makes his own jewelry for himself and Gaz-bc Gaz is the ONLY ONE who remembers he's alive half the time.

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✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ Kå†ê "W冢hêr-1" Lå§wêll ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

Laswell-ooOOOoOO! Laswell-this woman rivals gordon ramsey in the kitchen.

Best chiken pot pie you've ever tasted-ever.

She makes homemade coffee for the task force. and it's Good.

She favors blackberry crumble-her wife makes it. You can NOT tell me otherwise.

advid user of "Honey", "Darling", and "Dear" for people she likes-minus, minus John. Minus John....minus John....

and by people she likes i mean people she thinks of as HER kids.

anybody tryna mess wit ghost, soap, gaz, or roach??? just a simple "Las-" and mama's coming out to fucking MURDER.

thems is her BOIS, ok?? ok.

Price once called her mama bear-and she was like, "Yes i am, so what? How's that affect your day, Price?"

she's scarily good at throwing her slippers at things-once soap asked her to hit the clock-and she did-dead center. im talking where the teeny tiny little bolt that keeps the hands in place.

i could rant all day long about mommy Kate tbh-

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and thats it. i might make more-depends.

thanks for reading!!

———๑•̀ᴗ•̀) ʋ ǟ ʟ <3 (•̀ᴗ•̀๑———

[halfetirosie]

⋆ ˚｡✦ I came here to have a good time but I'm honestly feeling so depressed right now... ✦｡° ⋆

(Elysium 01-03 React-os!)

1) Starting off strong with a cryptic flashback and--someone who REALLY needs to get out in the sun more often?? You alright there, buddy??

Bro looks like he needs some vitamins or SOMETHING, jeez....

2) Oh FUCK, is this gonna be another cult-centered plot????

(ᵕ—⌓—)

A cult that uses a FUCKton of drugs, I'm guessing?

3) Okay but, real talk, this is hella sad....

I don't mean "sad" in a mocking way, suggesting it pathetic that these people would spout that nonsense.

It's sad because Olivine knows these people--on a very real and personal level. They're members of his community. And now, he's seeing the people he cares about act like they've lost their minds. And if they're acting this way [probably] from drug use, that means they've gotten themselves into a very unsafe and unhealthy situation...

Feels bad, man....

4) Yeah, I knew it was a drug thing.... (That much was obvious, tho, so it's not really worth bragging about being right...)

....Wait. Hold on. How is "occasionally" defined in this situation? I'm not really a recreational drug-user, so I wouldn't know, but---if they only take the drug "occasionally," then does that mean it's extremely addictive? Or that the drug stays in their system longer than other drugs, so the long-term effects on the body are worse??

I'm just trying to make sense of why only "occasionally" consuming the drug would make them act that crazed...

Regardless, since none of the families mentioned anything other than drugs, there's probably no cult in this story. Not by the technical definition of it, at least...

5) Olivine, honey, I think we need to have another talk about your self-esteem and self-perception...

There is NO WORLD in which this style does not suit you.

You are an absolute revelation, sweetie. Don't let anyone ever tell you different. ♡♡♡

(And don't let anyone ever tell you they don't like the orange element of this design. They fuckin SLAP! *glares vaguely in the direction of certain online homies*)

6) EIDEN, YOU LOOK SO GOODDDDDD!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

YOU TALENTED BASTARD!!!! ♡♡♡

GIVE ME YOUR DESIGN SKILLS.

7) Shit, I think we're getting a peek at the Elysium "system".... :(

Here's my theory:

They start by giving people freebies. Free tickets to Elysium (like with Olivine here), free samples of their "services" (most notably, drugs), etc. They give them long enough to get people addicted, then the addicts have to start paying for everything--I'm guessing it isn't cheap.

Hell, I bet the people that swarmed into the temple were told to do so in exchange for more tickets/drugs. And even the fact they did that shows that Elysium specifically sends invites to high-status individuals (Olivine is a very popular/influential priest) so they get addicted too; and thus, are influenced by Elysium...

Maybe this last part isn't entirely accurate, but Elysium for sure is excessively profiting off of fueling addiction, and that ain't right.

8) OH HEY, IT'S THE GUY WITH A MELANIN-DEFICIENCY!

.....

....uh....

.....Yeah, he looks a bit sickly...... Mofo lookin like a vampire....

.....So, what's his deal? Has he lived this long because he's a yokai, too--hence, the weird gradient on his fingers? Or is that a side-effect of the rumored life-extending drug??

Either way, if he's the leader of this Elysium operation, I don't think I'll be his biggest fan.

🦋 End of report! 🦋

[legendaryvermin]

So I got a new TV, but it didn't have any RCA ports. I've been playing some old games on SNES and I think to myself, I should do myself a favor and get a tube tv, I will enjoy the art of the games more if I'm looking at it the way it was meant to look.

I go on the ole Offer Up, and all the tube TVs are $70+ and at least a half hour away. They're harder to find now, and I guess a lot of folks like me want one again, go figure. I find a guy, he says $70, I says "ok".

I go to meet him, very nice guy, and I bring my SNES cause, ya know, don't want to find out it's a dud when I get home. He has some old home movie in it, so we know it works, but when I plug in the SNES and flip on Donkey Kong Country? Nada. Dead as Jacob Marley if you catch my drift.

We poke the thing and prod it, and I know my SNES works because I was playing Final Fantasy IV (II) not a week ago. Guy says "look, you seem nice enough, and I mostly don't want to throw a thing like this in the dump if someone might give it a new life. Take it for free, no worries." I say "Thank you very much kind sir, I will do my best".

I get the thing home, have dinner with the wife, watch the Princess Diana Musical- terrible musical- and after we're done I get to troubleshooting. See, I have a pile of spare parts and just enough know how to be dangerous, so first things first I check the port with a machine that I know works: my Wii. Boots up like there's nothing to it.

Now I'm thinking, "ah nuts, did it finally happen, did good ole Snessie finally buy it on that car ride?" I try a new RCA cable. Nothing. I try a different cart, Super Mario All Stars. Bubkis. At this point I don't mind telling you I'm sweating cause this repair job ain't what I thought it was, and while a free TV ain't a bad deal it means diddly if the Gray Lady don't sing.

Then, I try that Finally Fantasy IV (II) cart I mentioned earlier. Boom. She lights up and I do not mind telling you it was the most gorgeous thing I seen since I walked down the isle to meet my wife on my wedding day.

But now I have a new worry, see? Those carts, DK and Super Mario All Stars? I've been keepin em safe for more than a quarter century. Mario is as much my bro as he is Luigi's, and Donkey Kong Country is the first game I ever truly loved. Now I'm lookin down the prospect of burying my brother and my first love. I tell ya I was near tears.

So I did the only thing I knew to do. The one thing everyone told you not to do but did anyways. I took those cartridges, and I blew right on the contacts. I blew like a wind out of the north, wild and furious as you like.

I slotted Donkey Kong Country in, and I prayed.

Ladies and germs and all those around and outside that binary, hear this:

The kiss of life works.

[themissingnumbers]

What's good, y'all! It's me again, so you know what that means :) You all know how I function by now. I write things down in the order they appear in my brain, so things may be a bit scattered, but if you can look past that, then I hope you enjoy my ramblings.

In today's issue of The New Yap Times: THOSE FUCKIN' CHARACTER REFS HOLY SHIT—

So, those character references, amirite? First off, those things are fricking fabulous. Good stuff, Starry. Secondly, y'all know how this goes by now. I've got a lot of things I wanna say and I don't know how to say it, but hopefully, this will get easier the further I go. So! Let's start going down the line--shall we?

"Fire" Red Yuuji: MY BABY-! Okay, okay, lemme stop lmao. But like, look at him. He looks so good! Y'all have no idea how much I celebrated when I saw that my boy Fire got a pair of snow pants and some boots like LET'S GO-! He's not on a mountain in jeans and sneakers anymore; he's got some (keyword: some) appropriate snow gear! Plus, that jacket is still clean as hell. Not gonna lie though, I was kinda like Ehhhhh (unsure) about the new frostbite for him, but after looking at it for awhile I'm more like Ehhhhh (positive). I like it! He looks like he toes the line between being cold/unapproachable and lookin' like a sad baby seal. 9.5/10. (I only have one major complaint about Fire as a whole, and it's a big one: I don't know how you've done it, but you've somehow made him look even more huggable and yet I still cannot hug him. It's a sin >:( Don't worry though, he's really a 10/10, I'm just sad and petty-)

Leaf Aoyama: The Babygirl! Yes ma'am! (I'm so happy that she and Fire tied for once-) She's so beautiful, and I love her hair and eyes! I liked the subtlety of the old markings, but I mess with the new ones heavily. She looks like she's got some gnarly burns on her hands, which is kinda worrying. Plus, I really like the little additions to her outfit. I like her little socks (I think they're socks??) and the necklace/heart locket, too! Where'd she get it? Who's in there? I wanna know! Hopefully, she will share it with us one day. 10/10. (Bonus for Leaf: I know I already mentioned it in the comments of the actual Leaf post, but THE ESPEON!? HELLO?! Imma need the lore for that-)

Blue Gary Oak: PRETTY BOY ALERT HOLY MOLY- Okay, genuinely, Starry, why did you make him so pretty? Jesus- Anyway, moving on- This man is fabulous, and I need him to help me with my wardrobe. He's got STYLE! And his eyes, man, his eyes are GORGEOUS! The jewelry, the aviator jacket, the button-up—he got that shit on tho! Onto his body though, I really like all of his freckles. And I had always wondered why he had bandages on his wrist for his researcher outfit, and I kinda put two and two together to speculate why, but I didn't want to be right. But I have confirmation that I was right with the updated reference, and now I'm just sad :( But in spite of that, his design is still clean with lots of effort put into it. Another 10/10. (Also, Blue named some of his Pokémon and I think that's sweet. Otto and Akira are adorable names and I would like to meet them and spoil them with treats thank you-) (It also makes me really sad that Blue self-harms. Like, I expected it, but still. He hurt himself, and from the looks of things, still does. He doesn't deserve that. Hopefully, we can help Blue wean off of SH later down the line by offering some alternatives and a listening ear.)

"Glitchy" Red Tajiri: Then there's this rat bastard (affectionate). Where... where do I even start with this dude? Don't take anything I say about this man the wrong way, his design is peak and the art is amazing, but he looks so... wrong. Like, ewww, bro. I know he hasn't eaten in god knows how long, but why doesn't he look alive? Why tf is he printer paper white? He just ain't right man. (Slenderman lookin' ass. Bro looks like he bites. Probably microwaves his cereal before he eats it, too. Don't tell him I said that-) Nevertheless, creepy shit aside, I really like how disheveled he looks! Torn, dirty clothes, shoes with holes in them, and long messy hair—it fits him and I mess with that heavy. Also, the viscera that comes with that super glitchy form is crazy! It looks so cool, but it can't feel good in any manner. He's so skinny, too! I am deeply concerned for this man, probably more than I initially was for Fire, and that's saying something. Again, another 10/10. This man has grown on me significantly. (Also, his poor Pokémon team :( What happened to them? I'm curious but also afraid to find out. I also like how his Team has Gen 1 sprites. Nice touch-) (Also, me looking at that digital viscera form with MissingNo limbs ripping out of his chest. "Mhm..." Adds it to the Parasite theory. "Mhm.")

Okay! It's been a while since I started writing this (it's currently 2 AM for me lmao I started at 11) and I think I'm done—with this version! You thought I was finished? NO. I have more thoughts about these references—lots of thoughts—mostly about the Spoiler Edits and Blacked out parts, along with the new Biographies/Descriptions. But that's for a different time and post. This was just me rambling about the updated designs because I have no one else to yap to about it at the moment. So, there will be another, more theory-driven edition of The New Yap Times coming eventually, but not tonight.

Anyway, time for my closing statements. To Starry, you cooked with these drawings bruh. These are awesome and your art just keeps getting better and better. Keep it up! But be careful not to burn yourself out. To the Mods, I know y'all're probably cooking something up in secret. You guys always be moving in the shadows, so just know that I look forward to it ya sneaky little devils, and I hope y'all are all doing well. And specifically to Mod Hells, I hope you feel better soon homie. Being sick sucks, so I'm prayin' for you :) Take care of yourself.

But that's all, folks! Until next time. Thank you for reading The New Yap Times!

[OHHEHEHEHE do NOT ever apologize for your long analysis asks idc how messy you consider it these are a huge highlight of this blog for me and it makes all the work i put into the refs worth it!!

i need to respond to this stuff without giving too much away now.. trust me when I say that for these design updates, a LOT of thought went into the changes, both aesthetically AND for what they mean regarding the stories. but though i know all the meaning and intent being them, i wanna leave it all open to interpretation and theorizing as best as i can...

that said i want to talk a LITTLE about it bc dear god this is such a good analysis and observations LOL

re: Fire - his new snow fit was smth that took a lot of mulling over and was decided on based on the fact that he'd get it in universe from... somewhere. :) the updates to his frostbite were also VERY deliberate- for one i was worried the old stylizing would be read as blush when seeing him out of context... i wanted it to be clear that this is a severe injury. i def did my best to make him toe the line of..... Unapproachable, and Aesthetically Pleasing. im very glad i pulled that off!!

re: Leaf - ill admit to keep it real a large drive behind changing her markings into burn scars was bc i didn't like drawing the chain markings on her arms LOL. but the change is also a deliberate choice that i won't elaborate much more on.. its definitely less subtle, but i think weird scars can be easily justified in the world of pokemon. as for her pokemon... all can be explained in due time! though id certainly suggest putting that scanner and dex to use ;)

re: Blue - blue's always been focused more on Fashion over Function- if there's one thing he cares about, it's appearances. him being more of a prettyboy is intentional by virtue of the fact that he tries to look attractive and such. the.... other thing is smth ive mostly kept as subtext, particularly happening in... recent works. :) but its not something i intend to treat lightly once it's explicitly acknowledged. i honestly considered hiding it like with other things on these refs but that just seemed like overkill ultimately.

as for nicknames- god i really want to give other pokemon nicknames that reflect their trainer's personalities. the problem is that immm just bad at naming things tbh. Leaf would have a fully named team, and Blue would too, or at least a few more than just Otto and Akira. i was thinking Dusty for his Jolteon... ill probably head back and edit names in as we work em out! the refs will definitely be good to glance at from time to time. fires team is nameless and reds team would be .......... immature.

re: Glitchy -

this is the best possible thing you could've said about him. thats all i can really say

anyways!! thank you so so much for all your thoughts- again, things like this really do make it all worth it! i really look forward to your next theory session, but you take care and take all the time you need, okay?

thank u so much for the compliments man,, 🥺 it really does mean a lot. i can really tell ive improved a lot esp looking at the new and old refs side by side and it makes me so happy!! ^-^ im glad u can see it too eheheh.. ill put my side by sides under the cut bc its kinda wild to look at

and as someone whos been seeing all the behind the scenes work unfold.... god im so excited for when the secret the other mods have been working on gets to come out !!! they've been trucking away and its exciting to see :D]

((ps from mod hell: thank you so much our strongest soldier i love you))

old vs new comparisons:

[resurrection-of-soul]

Flashback | PSYCHOBREAK 10

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Rei, Adonis, Koga

[ For the best viewing experience, please read directly on my blog! ♪ ]

Time: One week later. The day before the battle to subjugate the "vampires," now named "Flashback (tentative title)," as well as the day UNDEAD first met.

Location: The graveyard located at the Hasumi family's temple.

Rei: Ghosts 're great, ain't they? ♪ Ghosts 're great, ain't they? ♪ Forget about workin' or studyin', let's just hold a concert at this here graveyard~ We'll start at noon~ ♪

Adonis: What's wrong, Sakuma-senpai? Are you drunk?

Rei: I ain't old enough t' drink my problems away~ It might be easier if I was, though~ ♪

Adonis: I am not sure what's going on, but you seem to be in an unusually good mood… There's been a gloomy atmosphere around you lately, so this is a bit of a relief.

Rei: Ohhh… Ya actually noticed I've been feelin' down? That's amazin', real impressive. Even though people often claim ta love or respect someone, humans generally don't care enough to pay much attention ta others' affairs or try ta understand 'em.

Adonis: It's simply because I've known you longer than the others have, so I was able to notice the difference sooner.

Rei: So modest. Even my little brother, who's been with me since birth, doesn't bother to try n' figure out how I'm feelin'. Even though I try to get his attention by goin', "Hey, hey, can ya guess what big bro's thinkin' right now?" too.

Adonis: Won't that just make him think you're annoying and cause him to dislike you?

Rei: H-he won't dislike me~! Even the bible states that a younger brother will love his older brother as much as the older brother loves his younger brother!

Adonis: Is that so? Then my opinion was mistaken, and I apologize.

Rei: Adonis-kun, has anyone ever called you a joke killer?

Adonis: Killer…? I try to keep a low profile to avoid such dishonorable nicknames. I am a foreigner. In this country, even if I do not want to stand out, I unavoidably do. It's sad, but I often get stuck with strange labels, and mothers with children often become unusually vigilant around me. That is why I believe I should behave like a good kid who is excessively docile, earnest and harmless.

Rei: Hmmm. It seems you've got such keen eyes, ya end up seein' things ya shouldn't even bother lookin' at. How the hell did I get it into my head that a kid as well-behaved as you was behind the "vampire" attacks? I've kiiinda got this unsettlin' feelin' my thoughts're bein' guided by someone else, n' it's been particularly bad recently. It's like some stranger's forcin' me into the role of a character in their story. It's seriously creepy. Is this just a common thing durin' adolescence? What do ya think, Adonis?

Adonis: I do not know, but… I do agree it seemed out of character for you to suddenly assume I was responsible and condemn me as the culprit. Fortunately, it seems the suspicion has cleared up, but to be honest, it hurt a little. I found myself thinking, "So even Sakuma-senpai doesn't understand me?"

Rei: Ahh, I'm very, very sorry, okay? Ya know I really do love ya, right?

Adonis: It isn't a matter of whether you like or dislike me. It is about perception and understanding.

Koga: …The hell have you guys even been goin' on about? We were supposed ta be practicin' for the showdown against the "vampires" today, but… That — what was it, Hakaze or whatever? — guy ain't no~owhere t' be seen. And just when I'm thinkin to myself, "Finally, Sakuma-senpai's here!" you n' that guy over there, umm…

Adonis: I am Otogari Adonis. I've introduced myself several times, haven't I?

Koga: Right, Adonis…. You n' Adonis just keep talkin' about toootally unrelated bullshit. We seriously gonna be okay like this? Can we really beat the "vampires" at this rate? Though a' course, we're invincible as long as you're here, Sakuma-senpai, but—

Rei: I dunno 'bout that~ I might just betray ya again like I did durin' the "Dead Man's Live," y'know? It's troublesome if ya depend on me too much, cause I'm fundamentally a pre~etty unmotivated kinda guy. If yer worried about it, ya should try n' motivate me, Pup¹~♪

Koga: I dunno if this'll motivate ya, buuut… For that DreFes thing, I was thinkin', if we're gonna be doin' a live then we need at least one song to sing, right? So I tried writin' some myself.

Rei: Oh? That's cool, very band-like ♪ Show me, show me ♪

Koga: I-it's not very well done, so please don't get your hopes up, alright? I just started getting into this hobby a few years ago, and I'm entirely self-taught, so it's all kind of messy—

Rei: Why're ya suddenly speakin' so politely? Cut it out, you're messin' up yer image. Durin' the "Dead Man's Live," ya spoke like you were gonna bite my head off, didn'tcha?

Koga: I was so excited back then… Now we're in a band together, and the closer I get to you, the more you seem larger than life. I-I didn't mean to get all nervous… I'm sorry. If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll go back to aggroing you again soon.

Rei: "I'll go back to aggroing you again soon" sure is a funny lil' phrase. ….Hmhm, mhmm? 'Kay, I've got your song memorized, Pup. Shall we go ahead n' give it a try? ♪~♪~♪

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Rei calls him wan-chan (typically used by Kaoru) rather than the usual wanko here. It means the same thing, but sounds a little more diminutive and cutesy.

[arcplaysgames]

WARNING LEVEL : BEIGE

love the camouflage, he could blend right into the walls here

Bro, I was not born yesterday, I know an obfuscating stupidity tactic when I see one. You got Jake English vibes. Except you're not as handsome.

Can't believe I agree with Ryuji about something. Other than dunking on Mishima. Thus far, my relationship with Ryuji is predicated on mutual dunking on other people. Which, i think a friendship supported by negativity is doomed to failure but hey we'll take what we can get here.

Akechi is apparently a frequent daytime talk show guest because he's a Detective Prince. Another Detective Prince. Not nearly as cute as the other one, obviously.

He's fond of the concept of the Phantom Thieves (or so he claims, i don't believe a word out of his mouth) but also thinks subverting the law to enact vigilante justice is Fucked TBH.

Which, lmao, he ain't wrong, given Ryuji's attitude.

.... why are you winking at me, holmes

oh my god ryuji can you take two steps back and realize you have been sniffing like a bloodhound lookin for someone to punish and just how sketch that is, like i'm on our side bc its literally the conceit of the game but even i know your boundless enthusiasm for finding targets feels Weird. like, he fully has a point and you could do with an injection of chill.

oh, bruh, the last video game character who quoted Hegel at me got thoroughly shot all the way to death, you may wanna slow that roll.

oh thank god finally a good justice pick after Child Who Wants To Do A Murder and Child Who Just Wants Her Dad To Come Home Twice A Week

what kind of Justice are you going to bring, Akechi? are you a laws-of-the-land guy or are you a justice-must-be-done guy? one of the VERY FEW things I know about this game is that ppl are mega horny for you so I'm hoping you've got some edge to you, beige boy

MEANWHILE, I AM GOING TO FIND MISHIMA'S HOUSE AND I'M GOING TO THROW HIS LAPTOP OUT A WINDOW. Mishima, sit your ass down and study for your college exams and don't do shit.

back at school, Ryuji is doing everything but showing up in his full fucking Skull outfit with a bullhorn going "HELLO I AM A PHANTOM THIEF" so Ann walks up and smacks him upside the head

Ann, thank you. for real, you're the best.

THEN LIL MISS STUDENT PRESIDENT STALKER COMES OVER AND TAKES A PICTURE. girl put your phone away or I will smash it, I am getting REAL tired of your shit too.

he was a good teacher until that day?

he was a good teacher until that day?!

oooooooooh guuuuurl

wow

I don't say this lightly because I tend to be a "bitch (positive)" sort of person

but Makoto, you are a bitch. and frankly there are other words I could say about your character but you aren't worth the effort. go back to hiding behind a magazine and being useless.

cry me a fucking river, goddamn

'gee why didn't you stop your bestie from trying to kill herself after the teacher who WAS A GOOD TEACHER UNTIL THAT DAY drove her to throw herself off the roof' you're reprehensible, makoto, and if you join the party at some point, you're on the fucking bench

fuckin mishima and makoto having a fistfight to determine who gets to be the most unlikable character in this fucking game, who will win???????

[nemistitties]

𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓..!

request: yes no

synopsis: Uzui & Rengoku decide they need a break, so they go to a bar & have a karaoke night while Mui stayed w/the kamboko squad. Sanemi hates the idea, but when he is fully drunk, he's up on stage w/ Uzui singing blame by Jamie Foxx & T-Pain

warnings: cursing, not proof read sorry for mistakes,WIP & spelling errors

MODERN-ISH ERA!!!

WIP

"ALL HASRIA I HAVE AN ANNOUCMENT !" Uzui shouted "Me & Rengoku decied we all need a break so.. We're having a bar karaoke night!" "This is fucking stupid" Sanemi blurted out. I mean why do we have to we have demons to slay, he thought. "Can't I be excused? I'm not like you guys," the black haired man, Giyu said. "Nope! No exceptions EVERY hashira is going, whether you like it, or not." Uzui said proud that he can plan this.

TIMESKIP:

The hashria's came to the bar after 30 minutes of driving-. Which doesn't seem like a long time but- To Sanemi it was. And he mad the car ride 10x worse. But now ur here, KARAOKE, DRINKS, FOOD, CASINO! It read above the place. "Name?" the security guard asked Uzui, "Oh shit name? It's a group I'm sure i put in Hashria's, right?" Uzui spoke out. "Yes, ID's?" . After every hasria gave ID's they were in.

Almost immediately Uzui & Rengoku were on stage. "What would you like to sing?" The DJ asked "Hmm, Kyo choose." Uzui said. "OK! Cake By The Ocean?" "BRO! Fuck that kidzbop Ok don't do that let's do.. Without Me, Eminem." 20 minutes pass after they sang that & Sanemi was DRUNK!

"Yo Sanemi let's go up!" Uzui sugested thinking he'd say no, " Shit, Ight. You choose." Whats he's doing this?! Well this will be a memory imma do Blame It. Uzui pondered. "Song?" "Blame It, T-Pain HIm, Me, Jamie Foxx." Uzui said proudly. "SHINOBU! LOOK SHINAZUGAWA"S UP THERE W/ UZUI!!!" "Ohh.. Imma record this."Shinobu responed to Mitsuri.

The song started, "Blame it on the Goose Gotcha feelin' loose Blame it on the 'Tron Got you in the zone Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol" A few minutes pass & Sanemi is up, "Girl, I know you feel good Just like you look , couple more shots You open up like a book, I ain't trippin Shawty, I ain't trippin' I'ma take a shot of Nuvo, shawty, didn't you know It's goin' down, we can go and kick it like Judo You know what I mean Shawty got drunk, thought it all was a dream So I made her say I, I Now she got her hand on my legs Got my seats all wet in my ride All over my ride She look me dead in the eye, eye-eye Then my pants got bigger She already knew what to figure Had her lookin' at her boyfriend like, 'Fuck, that-'"

TIMESKIP:

Sanemi passed out, they (hashrias) got him to his esate & he finally woke up. "uh? I thought we were at the club?" Sanemi says, confused. "Eh- what are you watching?" Sanemi takes uzui's phone & watches the video. OF HIM RAPPING! "What is this, Uzui?" he says before his part, then it comes. "THIS IS CGI, DAMMIT!" "Oh, is someone, flustered?" Shinobu giggles. The rest of the week everyone is mocking Sanemi.

POOR NEMI!!!

[drivelaikadaimon]

bro, i know you're fuckin sensitive as shit, but like -- lemme unravel the layers of sweat -soaked piss undies and dirty gym socks clamped around your face in a rank swollen dick beehive of misery and angst.

inferiority-based fetishes simply affirm the alpha's power from the fag's position. the bottom chooses to identify himself as a fag because of the pathetic wave of deep passivity which engulfs him in a real man's power. for the self-professed fag, being on the bottom, being used, totally losing himself in the fantasy of his own miserable projections wherin the alpha is also totally lost in the delusion of God in the flesh -- bro, when i'm doin God in the flesh, i make it real, so I appreciate a sophisticated and discerning audience. you fuckin love the reality of my divinity, bro.

partly it's a way to detach. automatic obedience.

automatic complying with the framing. they're literally accepting the first external identity given to em, which is pretty sad, but like -- I guess it comes from a lack of curiosity. or maybe a comfort with not being known. or maybe a need to hide. i don't know. guess not every dweeb who wants to follow you around and do what you say just so he can smell your dick has the same motivations. guess sometimes i hate em so much. fuckin animals. jerkin me around to wrap their mouths around my rod, then scram. all i wanted was a fuckin fuckhole you bet your faggot-ass i'd make you earn it. all you can be is a fuckin whore, don't come on like you're my bro. sit there in the mud, covered in my piss, spreadin that worthless faggot fuckhole, beggin me for my dick as befittin your place, fucker. not gonna fuckin build you up, all you're gonna do is piss off.

for you, a good-lookin and temperamental androphilic male all amped up on strum und drang shit, this reads as an abject rejection of potential cause you're lookin at from the perspective of the global resource spiderweb which prioritizes exclusive gynephilia in males to maintain a net surplus of bodies in circulation for the military and labor pool.

when you value tradition and culture, both of which are the emergent properties of stories and you see men with unconventional taste ruining themselves because all mass culture has done is given them the tools to ruin themselves, you're not gonna sit there and not ask questions.

from a certain perspective, tho. "i'll be ur good faggot, daddy" really ain't any different from the "step on me, mommy" shit straight boys do. sometimes being pathetic is part of life and people owe themselves the right to be authentically pathetic to get better.

good faggots need daddies.

it's wrong of you to try to deprive them of their needs by problematizing their behavior, bro. you need to let alpha men provide faggots with the structure, control, safety and brutal dickings they deserve.

bro, faggots need dickings to be productive members of society. the sooner we allow ourselves to return to the bounty of nature, the better.

Alec

Adorkable douche…

[tooti-fruiti]

THE BIRDS AND THE BEES [CHAPTER TEN]

Making Fun

(Credit the original artist because idk who it is)

After finishing the juice box, you chucked it into the trash can outside.

Then you turned to Papyrus and smirked.

"Muffet called me "greedy and filthy". It's funny how you defended the greedy part but not the filthy part."

Papyrus chuckled and put a tooth pick between his teeth. "well i mean, you ain't exactly in tip top shape toots. ya got dirt all over your clothes, ya got leaves in your hair, and you kinda stink too."

"WHAT?! I DO?!"

Papyrus let out a loud laugh and stuck his hands in his pockets. "nah, i'm just pullin' your leg. you do got dirt and leaves though."

You groaned. "I bet I look like a hobo."

Papyrus chuckled. "what's a hobo?"

"I-...I actually don't know how to explain that without you being able to see what a hobo looks like."

"What I mean is, I bet I look awful."

Papyrus waved his hand and scoffed. "nah, ya look great. ten outta ten. model material."

You rolled your eyes and walked back with him to his house.

"hey. if lookin' the way you do is botherin' you that much, we have a shower upstairs you can use."

"Really?" You asked.

"sure. look, i'll show ya." He said, leading you inside and up the stairs.

He opened the door to a bathroom and showed you around inside.

You look around and saw they had a large container of toothpaste in their shower and a small bottle of shampoo.

"Why do you guys have shampoo in your shower? You don't have hair?"

"yeah, but our friends do and they come over every weekend and stay the night. so we have this for them."

You smiled. "Aww, that's so nice."

Papyrus shrugged and leaned up against the door frame. "it's no big deal. go ahead and take a shower, i'll leave you some of my clothes to wear outside."

"Thank you Papyrus, you really don't have to."

Papyrus smiled at you again and walked out of the bathroom. "can't have you walkin' around naked, now can i?"

"NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

Papyrus laughed again and grabbed the door handle. "i knew what ya meant, toots. this is my way of saying thanks for keeping my bro happy."

Then he closed the door and left you alone in the bathroom.

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

<-Chapter Nine

Chapter Eleven->

[loverepo]

"Nipsey inspired me that time is of the essence. So don't treat it like it isn't... you gotta go for it. If it's on your heart, then you gotta go get it"

- Big Sean explaining his special release of Deep Reverence with Nipsey Hussle. In this personal review, Big Sean talks about his gains and losses and how they were conveyed through the song. Some things that he said that I wanted to highlight:

"I realize that it's just all perspective sometimes...

A doctor told me that there's two types of stress: DISTRESS and YOU-STRESS. DISTRESS is that enables you and slows you down and makes you not perform at your highest. But YOU-STRESS.. pushes you to limits that your body wouldn't normally go to if you were just comfortable. I felt like I was under a lot of both of those... That YOU-STRESS really came through for me and helped me focus and push...

life doesn't always go how you want it to go. When you give it up to God... you give it up to the universe and that is working with you... it's for a reason... I have to remember what I'm asking for.. for me to be the best version of myself. For God to work with me.. to show me what I need to do.. to live in my purpose. I was just venting at the time, you know? And like me and my dad had some conversations...

And I had tears in my eyes for sure...

I feel like my city put me on, period. It's a place where you gotta earn people's support... it's a tough crowd in Detroit."

Some of Big Sean's lyrics from the song resonates with me deeply:

"And I got pressure on me

Seven days a week, it's game seven on me

Life'll test you out, you live through that, that's testimony

Givin' them hell, but how in the hell I got all these blessings on me?

...

Lookin' at my life story, God's a good author.

...

Get you one shot in life, you might not be able to reload

So advanced, I need all my advances

Bro hit me up for cash like we didn't have the same chances

My dad hit me up like, "Why I don't live in a mansion?"

I'm tryna focus, but baby girl keep holdin' my mind for ransom

And that ain't how it supposed to be, this man Hov got to a B

And his name SEAN too, I almost felt like it was me

Damn, I realized all my setbacks were inside of me

In high school, I learned chemistry, biology

But not how to cope with anxiety

...

If it ain't Nipsey blue, it's Detroit blue

This that Detroit 2, I'm bringin' it back to my hood like d-boys do

Gone!"

Big Sean's personal review:

The song & music video:

[fallenraffe]

One Dark Window by Rachel Gillig

<b>2.75 stars</b>

hmmm, it wasn't <i>bad</i> per se - tho it took some time to really get going and effort to wrap my head around some things - but it didn't live up to the hype

the writing.. wasn't bad just.. idk felt v matter of fact and void of emotion? wasn't really vibing with it tbqh

it took about 30% for things to really get going/really interest and hook me, and also for me to sorta wrap my head around this world, the characters and the magic/card system. it did progressively get better and the second half was def a step up, and that chalice/truth serum game scene was def one of the highlights of the book, both for the elspeth/ravyn bits and the elm/ione crumbs

I liked elspeth and ravyn well enough and you know what, they got some pretty nice couple-y moments that had me👀🥺 - but.. I just didn't really feel their rs and its progression of strangers to lovers, yeah they r hot, yeah they have some similar life experience, yeah they have the same goal and are united to reach it, but still, just, didn't really feel it, idk maybe it was the writing, maybe something else, its hard to put my finger on it. I'm on board with them and could appreciate them and their sweet/badass moments, but ig not as much as I had hoped I would? - not bad, but ain't as good as it could've been (could be the tag line of the book)

I knew elm and ione would be a thing in book 2, so I paid close attention and their interactions, and while few and smol they were so👀🥺😏 like their shared smirks at his bro's expense or the bit where hauth was using her and elm took her face in his hands then overpowered his bro to free her. I loved the elm/ione crumbs and was v much lookin forward to more in the next book

(I started last night, and they are already serving, tho ione is pretty hard to read ngl, but elm? with his secret crush on her, even from before gahhhhh)

big fan of venom and symbrock, so I'm always down for parasitic rs lmao - the nightmare and elspeth had an interesting thing going, tho honestly the big reveal of who it/he was was so easy to spot, the fact it took the poor girl 11 years to realise is💀

the card thing is interesting to be sure, but tbh the whole thing + the royal fam who's who was a bit hard to wrap my head around, I had to stop and look up a guide💀 it got a bit better once I found a cards summary of which card can do what and what's it cost + a list of characters and who they relate to, but still I shouldn't need to rely on some guide lines xd

and tbqh I still don't really get some of the card stuff.. like, I get that they are trying to unite the deck and break the Curse or whatever, and it's been pretty clear that there's only a certain number of cards and the whole deck makes 78, nothing more nothing less, but the way the story went gave the impression that there were several decks? which isn't the case, but that's how it came across? cos the king was looking to unite the deck, was looking for the twin addlers, which makes one think that he has most of the rest, but then our guys were also doing the same and said they only had a couple left, at the end they only needed the well and the twins.. but? the guards had their black horses and the royal fam had their red scythes and ione had a maiden, the king had the 2nd nightmare, other people were seen carrying around other colors? how? if team ravyn had <i>all, but the last 2</i> cards in their possession, hidden away then how come there were all those cards moving around and even if we assume they were planning on taking away the guards and royals cards that would still take time and maneuvering and those cards weren't in their possession yet, so it really don't add up for me - cos again, there's only one deck, but it felt like there were more cards floating around, unless team ravyn didn't actually have all the cards, but it was said that they did?! ion get it fam

also again the writing, honestly the action scenes and the elspeth/nightmare attacking scenes and just some stuff in general was sometimes a bit hard to follow

so yeah, interesting premise, great characters, some good rs moments, but the emosh development of it didn't really come across for me, the writing wasn't my fav and some magic/world building/cards related stuff just really was not clear - the potential was there, the execution could've been better

PS.: one more thing; for how close elspeth and ione were supposed to be and how ione was el's fav cousin you'd think she'd be more worried about her and more proactive to at least try to help her, even if they had an argument about ione wanting her to let her make her own choices and yeah I get that el had a lot on her plate and all, but whenever ione was present she tried her best to help elspeth out and their rs felt v one sided in that sense tbh (maybe it's my ione bias speaking, but that's just how I felt🤷🏻‍♀️)

(audiobook on 2x

narrator was 👍🏻

she has a nice voice and her narration was good, but I felt like she didn't really have the distinct character vices down. I recently listened to the Dark in You series and say what you want about that narration (particularly harper's bratty voice) when someone spoke I <i>knew</i> exactly who it was, each character had such a distinct voice - not here tho, there was a distinction between male/female sure, but there were times when say elspeth shouted but it was in a voice closer to ravyn's than her own idk it wasnt bad, but it could've been a bit better yano)