#but i dunno about alpha. what does that mean. the more alpha you have the deeper ur voice??

[bmpmp3]

formant/gender/alpha parameters in vocal synths are so chaotic like pre 2.0 cevio's alpha setting was a little dire in that i had to bring it all the way up to get IA to sound anywhere near her voice provider's tone meanwhile in synthv if i so much as sneeze in the general direction of the gender setting its gone into the stratosphere

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Attaboy - Logan Howlett x ftm!Reader

A/N: Okay, so I know the Attaboy scene in Origins is supposed to be condescending, but I love that scene more than words can express so here we are. Also, I drew from a/b/o dynamics, which is why I have Reader nest. I hope that’s okay

This is meant to be read as a continuation of Alpha, so please read that first to have this make sense

Based on this request

CW: fluff; mild a/b/o dynamics?; Reader nests; vaguely implied sex; Reader is called pup, boy, and handsome; teasing; little bit of banter; very slightly suggestive content; no use of Y/N

771 words

The days after the training room incident are quite happy ones for you. Your inner wolf no longer screams at you around Logan, you gained a new boyfriend, and your needs are consistently met by a man who’s almost as feral as you at times.

Now that you no longer have to avoid him, you start to relax around Logan. You’ve never really been domestic with a guy like him before. And after a little while, a few new behaviors start to pop up. Nothing major.

But they bring out the wolf side of you more than ever.

It takes Logan a little while to catch on. Your behavior around him has always been erratic, so he’s never gotten a baseline for how you normally act.

It takes you a little bit of time to realize he doesn’t know. But once you do? Oh, how you treat it like a game.

It starts with wearing his clothes. Draping yourself in his scent. You’re not the only animal-based mutants at the school, and it brings your inner instincts deep joy to know they can smell him on you.

You can see the look in his eyes when you wear his shirts so casually. When you strut around the mansion, letting his scent mingle with yours. You can smell it on him, can see the way he physically reacts.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t give you an ego boost. Knowing you can affect him so strongly. It’s a power trip, and you love it.

The next thing you do is nesting. You steal his shirts and maybe a blanket or two of his. Nothing too drastic. If anything, he seems amused when he sees the little nest on your bed. The carefully arranged pillows, blankets, and shirts.

He seems to enjoy leaving his scent there just as much as you do. And oh, does that make you happy.

You can tell that he starts to figure it out once he sees the way you interact with the others. You’re chipper, playful, teasing. You toss little jabs, and take them in return. You’re like a puppy, playing around with your friends.

He finally gets it when you jump up to get him his cigars one night. You’re dressed in his shirt and a pair of boxers, all cozy in his bed. But the moment he mentions wanting a smoke, you’re up and fetching them for him.

You hold out the cigar box to him, eyes bright and eager.

Logan chuckles. “You really are a pup, aren’t you?”

Your face warms. You just know if you had a tail that it would be wagging. But you decide to play it cool. “I dunno what you mean.”

Logan chuckles. He takes one of the cigars and gestures to his dresser. “Get my lighter, would ya?”

You’re moving before you even fully process his question; your instincts responding to his gesture.

Logan smirks at you. Clicks his tongue approvingly. “Attaboy.”

Your face really heats up. “Stop that.”

“Stop what, pup?” He takes the lighter from you and lights his cigar. He takes a deep drag from it and exhales the smoke. “Stop calling you what you are?”

You crawl into bed next to him, snuggling into his side. Draping one of your legs over his and resting your head against his shoulder. “And what am I?”

He presses a kiss to your head. “You’re mine. My boy.”

You preen at his words. At the possession in his tone. “Your boy.”

“That’s right.” He smirks again. “My handsome pup.”

You smile at his words. “I’ve been waiting for you to catch on, you know.”

He chuckles. “Oh?”

“Thought about calling you alpha a couple times to maybe speed it along.”

He eyes you, the corners of his mouth tugging up. “Alpha, huh?”

You press a kiss to his shoulder. “My big, strong alpha.”

“Careful now, pup.” He nudges your head with his hand. “Don’t start something you can’t handle.”

“Oh, I can handle you just fine,” you grin. But you don’t make any move to start something. You’re content with cuddling for right now.

Logan chuckles and rests his head against yours. “I don’t doubt you can, pup. I don’t doubt you can.”

The two of you cuddle until Logan’s cigar burns down. Then he turns off the light and nuzzles into you. “Goodnight, pup.”

You smile and press a kiss to the bridge of his nose. “Goodnight, alpha.”

He sighs and you laugh. You can’t help it. After so long avoiding him, you’re finally here with him. And that’s all you could ever want.

[vodika-vibes]

Hello, love your stories and I saw the alpha fic you wrote recently. It’s funny that someone asked something similar to what I was thinking for Gregor. I’ve never requested a story before but here goes. Would you write a sweet (spicy if you’d like) story about Gregors recovery and the person who helped him. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a nurse. Maybe it can be someone he meets as he’s recovering someone who he learns some cooking tips from. I dunno cover all the bases if you like or not ?

Thank you .

I'm Still Here

Summary: A large part of you dreads the day that Gregor regains his memory and he leaves. You’re not stupid. Or blind. You know he’s a clone. You know he’s going to leave. But for now, you don’t have to share him with the galaxy, and that will have to be enough.

Pairing: Captain Gregor x F!Reader

Word Count: 1611

Warnings: None

A/N: I'm not sure I managed to fill this the way that you asked, but I hope you like it anyway!

“I don’t think I’m doing this right,”

You stop kneading the dough that you’re working on to look over your shoulder at the man standing at the counter on the other side of your kitchen, “What’s wrong?”

Gregor glances at you and makes a face, “I don’t think this soup is supposed to be so runny.”

You release a thoughtful hum and set the dough back in the bowl to rise for a couple more hours, and then you wipe your hands on the rag hanging from your belt.

“Well, it does need to simmer for the rest of the afternoon,” You point out as you walk over to him and duck under his arm to peek into the pot, “It should thicken as it simmers.”

“Should?”

“Don’t worry so much, Gregor. You’re doing great!” You beam up at him, and you watch, amused, as color spreads across his cheeks and he averts his gaze. You almost want to coo at him, but you don’t actually want to embarrass him so you restrain yourself.

“I just don’t want to ruin this,” He says, “They’re your family.”

“They’re going to think you’re great, Gregor. Just like I do.”

“I don’t think most people in the galaxy are as kind as you are,” He counters dryly.

“Nonsense, people are inherently good.”

You can feel Gregor staring at you, and then you squeak in surprise when his strong arm slides around your shoulders, tugging you back against his chest, “That hasn’t been my experience.” He replies, and his arm tightens, “I worry about you, you know that?”

“How so?”

“People are going to take advantage of you. You’re too nice.”

You twist in his embrace and grin up at him, “Good thing I have you here to be mean for me.”

He laughs and releases you so he can set the lid on the pot, and you absently turn the heat down a little. Gregor’s smile is warm and focused on you, and it makes you feel a little warm.

But then, you’ve been crushing on him since the day you met him. You’d be more surprised if his smile didn’t make you feel like this.

“So, are we all set?” Gregor asks.

“Um…” You run down your mental checklist, and then you nod, “Yep. All set. Soup is cooking, dough is rising, veggies are marinating, and you’re here! All that’s left is to put everything together and wait for my parents to arrive.”

He pushes his hand through his hair, “What if they hate me?”

“Then they can go and eat dinner somewhere else.” You reply loftily as if it doesn’t matter. In truth, it’s hit or miss on whether they’ll like Gregor or not. Your father has always hated the people you introduced to him, and your mother would always go along with what he did.

And him being a clone won’t even have anything to do with why they’d hate him.

Your parents have always been funny about controlling the people you surround yourself with.

Needless to say, you had a very lonely childhood.

“That easy?” Gregor asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

“That easy.” You agree, and then you grin at him, “And you remembered the whole recipe on your own.”

He looks surprised for a moment, and then a bright smile crosses his face, “Yeah. I did, didn’t I?”

“That’s a huge step, Gregor!”

The brain injury he sustained, somehow, messed with his memory pretty badly. He’s been working on it for months now, and his doctor suggested that cooking might be a way to help his rehab.

Honestly, you thought that his doctor was a quack, but since it seems to be helping, you’re beginning to reevaluate your opinion of him. 

Though, you still think that not telling him that he’s a Clone is a shitty thing to do to someone. Surely Gregor deserves to know that he has an army of brothers out there?

But, even thinking that, you still haven’t told him. 

Oh, you’ve come close a time or two. But when he learns the truth, he’ll leave.

And he’s the only friend you’ve ever had.

You’re pulled from your spiraling thoughts at the sound of your comm ringing. You reach into your pocket to grab it, only it’s not there. Quickly, you scan the kitchen and then step into your living room.

Your comm is sitting on the table in front of the holo, and it’s still ringing.

You grab the comm and press it to your ear, and the person on the other end speaks before you’re even able to say hello. “It’s about time you answered.”

“I—”

“Not important. Listen, your father and I aren’t going to make it to dinner.”

“You—” Once again, you’re cut off.

“To be honest, darling, we don’t want to come. Also, we’re moving to Alderaan.”

“Wait—”

“We’re leaving in an hour, and you know how much I hate long goodbyes. Alright! Good talk! Bye, darling!” And then she hangs up.

You try calling her back, but she clearly turned her comm off after getting off the call with you.

A heavy sigh falls from your lips, and you drop your comm back on the table.

“Well, that was a conversation.” Gregor says from the doorway to the kitchen, “Everything alright?”

“...my parents aren’t coming.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, “No, it’s…” Your shoulders slump, “It’s fine. I shouldn’t have expected them to come in the first place.”

“They’re your parents. It’s alright to expect them to want to know the people in your life.” He flashes an awkward smile at you, “Besides, it’s not like I have any family that I know of.”

His words were like a punch to the gut, and you try to swallow your guilt, but this time you can’t.

“I…Gregor…”

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“You do have family.”

He blinks at you, “What?”

“I just…I…” You grab your datapad and pull open a recent article surrounding the clone army, and you pass it to him, “You’re a Clone, Gregor. I knew it as soon as I saw you.”

He scans the article, and then scrolls to look at the picture at the top of the article, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You’re doctor—” You pause and then you close your eyes and sigh, “No, that’s an easy answer. The truth is, you’re the only friend I have and I knew that if you knew that you had family you’d leave. I was being…selfish. As per usual.”

Gregor is quiet for a moment, “Do you know where my armor is?”

“I don’t,” You admit honestly, “I wasn’t the one who found you. No one knows who found you.”

He frowns at you for a moment and then turns on his heel. You hear your front door open, and then the sound of the door clicking shut behind him. You fall back on your couch and bury your face in your hands.

You can’t even be mad about him leaving. It was exactly what you thought would happen when he found out.

You honestly don’t expect to see Gregor again, so when your doorbell rings right before you get into bed, you don’t know who you expect to see.

So you wrap your robe tightly around your body, and open the door just a crack.

You, very nearly, jump out of your skin when you see the man in armor standing in front of your door, though the fright turns to confusion when he pulls his helmet off and reveals a clean-shaven Gregor.

“Gregor?” You ask, bewildered.

“I found my armor.” Gregor replies, “Can I come in?”

“Oh, uh…yeah. Of course.” You move to the side to let him into your home and then shut the door behind him. “Where was it?”

“Oh, just laying around,” Gregor replies with a shrug as he starts pulling his armor off and stacking it near the front door.

You watch him, politely bewildered, and then finally ask, “What are you doing?”

He glances at you, confusion on his face, and then he favors you with a tiny smile, “Did you really think I was just going to leave?”

“...yes?”

“Not a chance.” He walks over to you and lightly cups your face, “Come on, how could I just leave you?”

“I lied to you.”

“Yeah, maybe. But I wasn’t in any condition to return to the frontlines anyway.” One of his hands slides to the back of your neck, and the other settles low on your hip, and he tugs you so that you stumble against his body.

“But—”

“I’m still here, cyare.” He interrupts, “And I’m not going anywhere until we settle this.”

“This?” You repeat, uncertainly.

Gregor giggles and his eyes glitter with mischief, “While I do have to return to the frontlines, I’m not leaving without giving you a night to remember.” He leans in and ghosts his lips against yours, “And I’ll definitely be coming back.”

“You…will?”

He doesn’t answer, instead, his grin widens and he closes the distance between your lips, pulling you into a deep kiss. “Well,” He mumbles against your lips, “That depends on you.” He moves so that his lips are trailing against your jaw, “I don’t think I was imagining the thing between us.”

“You weren’t,” You whisper, a soft gasp falling from you as his lips move to your throat.

“Good.”

And, when Gregor leaves the following morning, he leaves with the promise that he’ll come back as often as he’s able, several dark hickys, and a promise of his love.

He also leaves you pregnant, though you don’t figure that out until several months later.

@imabeautifulbutterfly @n0vqni @bad4amficideas @justiceandwar98 @mira-loves-star-wars

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[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for @qwertynerd97; a bit more of "congratulations, it's a metaweapon!" behind the cut.

“Beta!” Alpha snaps too, but Beta just disappears out the door without so much as glancing back at a single one of them. Match glances towards Superboy, wondering, again, what the hell she’s thinking. What she knows–or thinks she knows–that no one else here does. 

Maybe not no one else, Match thinks briefly, still looking at Superboy. 

Superboy still looks furious, is the thing, his fists clenched at his sides and TTK tangling his hair. Match doesn’t feel any trace of it coming out any further from him, but . . . 

The “nerves” comment is definitely still in his head. That comment, and how quick Beta was to head for the door. That’s all. 

Superboy isn’t on record as having done anything that violent before. It’s almost definitely a bluff. 

But it also seems like a very specific bluff, so maybe it’s not. 

“The project isn’t going anywhere,” Alpha says, glaring at the door Beta left through like it’s somehow the problem. “Spence, get Superboy either contained or dead. Subject Match, you–” 

“You’re not in charge of him!” Superboy barks, clenching his fists tighter. “And if you give him one more fucking order, I’ll make you fucking regret it!” 

“He is, in fact, in charge of me,” Match says in exasperation. Alpha and Gamma are a majority against Beta, so it’s not as if he’s going to ignore them just because she’s giving contrary orders to theirs. He is wary of why her orders are so contrary to theirs, but it’s not his place or position to wonder. Not his concern. 

“He is not,” Superboy says. “He's just a prick who thinks he can enslave you!” 

“It's not slavery if I don’t have free will,” Match reminds him dubiously. Superboy scowls at him and folds his arms. 

“Really, ‘cuz you sure sound like you’re picking who you wanna listen to right now,” he says. “Seems kinda ‘free will’ to me.” 

“I'm not picking. I'm only meant to listen to the Agenda's orders,” Match says, exasperated again. He was made to listen to the Agenda's orders. They made him to listen to them. There's not another option.

‘Don't be a brat about this,” Superboy says, his scowl darkening. “Or, I dunno, I'll ground you.” 

Match stares blankly at him. He cannot even fathom the logic behind that “threat”.

“I need a bigger gun,” Spence mutters. Match doesn’t point out the lack of functional weaponry in the room. It’s screamingly obvious, for one thing. He does wonder where Spence thinks she’s getting that “bigger gun”, though, and why Alpha didn’t order him to contain or kill Superboy. That would make more sense, given the weapons issue. 

Or it should, anyway. 

“Good luck with that,” Superboy says dubiously, then looks at Match again. “We’re going home now.” 

Match–pauses. Frowns. What the fuck does he mean, “home”? 

“Those aren’t my standing orders,” he says reflexively.

“Have you eaten?” Superboy asks, frowning back at him in–is that concern? That cannot be concern. Even Superboy cannot possibly be that stupid. “Did they feed you anything?”

It’s been about five minutes of actual consciousness and Match is already having the weirdest and most ridiculous existence that any metaweapon has ever had, he’s pretty certain. Actually, he’s definitely certain. What is wrong with this idiot? 

“This is idiotically off-topic,” he says. 

“Maybe we could get takeout or something on the way home,” Superboy says, frowning to himself now. “Do you know what anything tastes like yet? Is that a thing?” 

Match's standards for “weirdest and most ridiculous” are definitely being tested. 

“I wouldn't trust your assessment of my necessary caloric intake and nutrition if my entire existence depended on it,” he says dubiously. 

“Maybe we could get you a smoothie,” Superboy says, still frowning. “If you haven't had solid food yet, I mean. Probably be easier on your stomach or whatever. I was not smart enough to start with smoothies, it sucked.” 

Match stares blankly at him and strongly considers just killing him now, orders or not. Is this what existing is always like? Because this is stupid. Like . . . so, so stupid. 

He didn’t ask to exist, but he especially didn’t ask to be based off a fucking idiot. 

He’s seriously questioning the Agenda’s judgment in gene donors, at this point. Really, they didn’t have any better options for this project? 

Match finds that hard to believe and frankly he’d like to see the shortlist. 

Purely Kryptonian DNA is too complex for current human technology to reproduce, he knows, but they could’ve made him from . . . he doesn’t know, Supergirl, at least. She’s also a Kryptonian-based genetic experiment with very useful powers, and also telekinetic. And a shapeshifter with a berserker form and the capacity to turn invisible, on top of that. Those make for a much more useful powerset than just tactile telekinesis on its own, which is much more utility-based. He’d have been much more useful having been cloned from her. 

. . . not that Match would be any version of “himself” if he’d been cloned from her, obviously, just . . . 

That would’ve produced a better-suited clone for the project. That’s all. Obviously. So that’s what the Agenda should’ve done. 

Obviously. 

“It was whatever,” Superboy says, looking a little embarrassed. Match looks at Alpha and Gamma, really hoping to get the kill order already. That’s what he was made for, after all. He’s a weapon, not–“Anyway, I know better now, so I’ll make sure shit like that won’t happen to you, okay?” 

Match is not that, definitely. Not something that needs . . . whatever, exactly, Superboy seems to think he needs. He’s a superior specimen; an upgraded version. Superboy is just scrap DNA, now that he exists. 

He doesn’t understand why Superboy doesn’t understand that. 

It’s blatantly obvious to everyone else in this building, after all. 

. . . or Match thought it was, before Director Beta told him to leave with his “father”.

He still doesn’t understand why she did that. 

[thelampisaflashlight]

Thinking about my water ghoul thing with Dew, but in the context of him telling Terzo that he can, in fact, do everything Alpha and Ifrit can do, and that, yes, he took the time outside of his usual practice to figure out how to play the songs, not out of the intention of replacing them, but because he just liked playing them.

Like, once Dew was on the surface, he decided, “Fuck it, I can do what I want.” and started fiddling with the guitar, with help from Alpha and Ifrit/generally observing them and their playing styles.

It’s his little, “Well, I have nothing better to do.” thing, which, yeah, he practices the bass, too, but that’s a work thing and he accounts for it in his schedule already.

He shows what he can do to the others and they’re like, “But you just started! You’ve got to be kidding me! When did you-” and he excitedly explains that he’s been “testing the waters” with the guitar since he was summoned, and it’s not him bragging, it’s just him being a total geek about music.

Of course, some of the older ghouls are a bit wary of what this could mean for the group, because of, I dunno, traditions from Hell/how it will effect the elemental balance, but Dew has no interest in shifting elements just for the sake of getting to play guitar or challenge the others for the position.

And then, suddenly, he is in that position and he’s like, “...I’m a water ghoul though.” because now that he’s front and center he feels... out of his element.

He adapts quickly, but he feels like he has to maintain a certain vibe or else he’s not doing the role justice... and it’s a pain in the ass.

So he gets kind of cranky about it, and a bit pissy when Rain is summoned, because “I’M STILL HERE” but the group reminds him he can’t play both parts at once, and they need him to fulfill his new position more than swapping him back to his old one.

He does eventually pull his head out of his ass about it, but a big part of the reason he does is because he basically burns himself out, literally, his elements go out of whack and his body is like, “Nah, bro, you need to fuckin’ stop for a second there.”

And he does, and once he’s not going full throttle and realizes it feels better to NOT do things the way Alpha or even Ifrit did with the role, he decides to just do it his own way from now on.

Everyone is lowkey relieved, because they don’t want to see him essentially “boil” himself from being overwhelmed again.

Not a pretty sight, would not recommend.

Keep your water ghoul at a medium heat.

[thezombieprostitute]

Alphas & Algorithms - Part 7 - Feelings

A/N: Continued from Part 6 . Reader is female and is described as "tall". No other descriptors.

Warnings: It is a Dystopian AU. Food scarcity, hunger, mentions of families being separated. Discussion of non-consensual relationships and unwanted pregnancy. Bullying. Please let me know if I missed any!

--Part 1-- --Part 8--

--Series Masterlist--

If there was one good thing Curtis could say about his work it’s that it gives him plenty of time and space to think. And there was much to think about. They’ve started working with the pups to get them used to the fact that he’s leaving. He knows he’s out of his depth in all of this, but he trusts his brother. His brother who still knew the hand signals from all those years ago. His brother who’s apparently been trying to hook him up with Omegas for years. 

He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice Hobie until he was practically in front of him.

“Oi, Curtis! How you gettin’ on with that pet? Meetin’ some interesting people from what I’ve ‘eard.”

“What do you want, Hobie? I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Yeah, figured you would. Got until the security drone comes by. Ask me somefin’.”

“How much does she know?”

“Dunno,” Hobie shrugs his shoulders. “Jus’ know she knows more than she says.”

Curtis sighs at the unhelpful answer and decides to not waste time arguing. “What’s Stevie’s, Steve’s, role in all of this?”

“Couple o’ Betas on the inside are ‘elpin’ with access. Sometimes even sabotage of the Omegas. Dunno th’ specifics, don’t need to.”

“Access?”

Hobie grins, “that’s a bit much to explain for the time you got.”

Curtis nods in acquiescence, “is her Beta in on everything?”

“Yup. It’s how we know she’s not sayin’ everything she smells.” Hobie looks around, “one last question, bruv.”

“Are you sure this plan will work?”

Hobie looked Curtis in the eyes, “enough that I put my life on the line for it.”

“It isn’t just your life at risk, though.”

Hobie smiles, “th’ way we’ve got everythin’ set up, me an’ maybe two others take the fall. No one else. Definitely no one in your Pack.” 

With that, Hobie runs off, giving Curtis a few seconds to get back to work before the security drone shows up. 

“Jake,” Y/N yells from the kitchen. “How did the date with Hope go?”

“It went alright,” he shrugged. Y/N could smell disappointment, which for Jake smelled like rain on a summer day when you’re supposed to be outside. Then she picked up the other scent, curry and warm, strong beer. A distinctive combination that made her think of overly crowded, chaotic art fairs: everyone freely expressing whatever and however they wanted. It was a scent that made her uncomfortable just thinking about the overstimulation. 

“Do you want some cookies or something to cheer you up?”

Jake chuckled, “can’t hide anything from you, huh?” Y/N smiled gently and shook her head. “Okay, the date didn’t go well. Turns out there were some serious differences of opinion but I’m hopeful they’re not deal-breakers, you know?”

Y/N hugs him, “I know.” The hug makes the scent of curry and warm beer stronger. It’s the same scent she’s smelled on people proven to be plotting against the AI. She worries for Jake, knows he’s lying about some things, but she trusts him. He’d never lie without reason and she’d be the last to speak up about the connecting scent. As her mother said, “just because you smell something doesn’t mean you have to say something.” 

“How did your date go? Did he say “yes” yet? Do I get my death-by-chocolate cake?”

“Not yet,” she shook her head as she smiled. “Today’s date got a bit off track when I saw Mr. Castle in the gym.”

Jake’s face fell, “oh damn. I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay. Steve came by and picked up her tea so I didn’t have to take Curtis on that delivery. Pretty sure his opinions on Omegas wasn’t helped by our encounter with Colin and Suzanne at the community center.” Jake gave an appreciative grimace while Y/N continued, “then again, I definitely felt Curtis’s drive to protect me through the temporary bond. It was really sweet.”

“Ooo! Intriguing! I’m definitely going to get my cake and eat it too!”

Y/N smiles, “he’s also asked to meet you.” 

Jake stops and looks at her, “are you okay with that? You know both of us best. If you think it’ll be okay, I’m good to meet him.”

“He said that, since you’re the closest thing I have to a Pack, it would feel weird to not meet you. And, between the two of you, I really don’t think there’s any reason for animosity. He doesn’t seem the jealous type and you’re the supportive, not confrontational type, so I think it’ll be okay.”

“I promise to do whatever it takes to make everything super awkward!”

“You’re lucky I know you’re joking,” Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m genuinely hoping, if you two do get along, and he does eventually agree to be my Alpha, that you’ll give him some…help? Guidance? With my in-heat care. Especially with the foods and scents.”

“Oh it’s definitely getting serious,” Jake smiles. “If you want me to share my secret family recipes, it’s gotta be a sealed deal.”

Y/N’s face heats up and she looks down, still smiling. Jake’s eyes go wide, “you really like him, don’t you?”

She nods, “he’s living up to the promise in his scent. He’s warm, smart, makes me feel safe and comfortable. I…I don’t think I’ve ever felt this kind of "want" for intimacy.”

Jake takes her hands, “I’m so happy for you! Can’t wait for you two to make it official.”

When Curtis gets home, the pups immediately rush him. Timmy and Andy grab his hands and lead him to the table while Yona gives him a serious face and says, “we need to talk.” They all sit at the table to eat but the pups are asking him questions between bites.

“Is it true that we’re moving?”

“Still ironing out the details,” Curtis says. “But I think Andrew, Tonya and I are agreed that everyone’s moving.” The adults nod.

“Why are we moving?”

Curtis sighs and thinks before answering, “because that’s how things go. Life requires us to make changes from time to time and that time for us is now.” Timmy and Yona seem okay with the answer but Andy looks to Andrew for confirmation first.

“Are you going to move with us?”

“Maybe for a little bit,” Curtis hesitates. “But, ultimately, I’ll be moving in with that Omega who’s been courting me.”

“Is it because we ate her cookies? Do we owe her for that?”

“No, not at all,” Curtis quickly asserts. “Not one bit of this is because of you. And those cookies were freely given.”

“Do you love her?”

Curtis pauses at that question. He’s been so busy thinking about his brother, his Pack, the pups, he hasn’t really thought about his actual feelings about her. The temporary bond is almost completely gone but it could still be coloring his feelings so he chooses his words carefully.

“I don’t know that it’s love, but I do know that I trust her. I feel comfortable around her. She’s honest, strong, caring, comforting, smart. She’s definitely changed my perspective on Omegas.” He stops when he hears the pups giggling and gives them a confused look.

“You were smiling,” Timmy giggled. “You do like her! You don’t smile for anyone you don’t like!” 

“Thats…Okay, you’re right. I’m not much of a smiler.”

“Curtis is in love!” the kids chant for a bit while Tanya and Andrew are trying not to laugh. The teasing continues well into the night, well after they should all be asleep, but Curtis doesn’t push it. He wants to enjoy these moments while he can.

--Part 8--

Tagging @every-username-is-taken-damnit, per request.

[ikemenomegas]

Awwwe i also like to think that the alpha is also a bit of a tease and would laugh along if nobara or maki would ask why you chose gojo to which gojo would whine and complain about you bullying him. And how gojo exaggerates his clingy behavior around you and starts obnoxiously tugging at you while the students watch. and megumi's watching all this knowing damn well how soft the alpha gets when its just them and how gently gojo would handle his alpha in private and hes just going 🙄🤨

😂😂 How are you and I on the same exact page on Megumi? Those emojis are truly most of his facial expressions when it comes to his adoptive/standin-parents/guardians/benefactors/mentors.

I don't think that he knows for sure that Gojo and alpha are mated or married - (They have paperwork and stuff at the family compound, but they don't wear rings because they need their hands to work and again don't want to draw attention.) - but he also had a lot of experience with nontraditional family structures as a kid so he truly does not care. He's also used to Gojo and alpha acting one way in the house and another outside of it, particularly that they're more gentle with one another and that alpha in particular is soft with him and Tsumiki. He still might think it's a little funny that you're soft with Gojo (and he lets you be nice to him), but that's only because no one else is and Megumi wonders what life or death situations made you see something they don't.

I agree that this alpha has learned they can be a bit of a tease precisely to get Gojo to whine and complain and cling because this requires that Gojo touch them. But Gojo also knows exactly when alpha starts to go 😳😬 because touch-starved does not mean there's not a point of "too much" and will push the envelope to get back at them.

Playing along with Nobara and Maki is super fun XD, going "hmm, I dunno, why would you choose Gojo sensei to mate" and seeing their identical disgusted expressions hahaha. You could probably start to give Maki some age appropriate but slightly tmi information to get back at her for trying to distract you during training too. Start to absently say that Gojo is a good kisser and catch her tripping.

[pahrak-the-sinnoh-slizer]

Okay so Pokémon Legends Z-A!  What the fuck!  Wow!

One big concern I want to get out of the way first: apparently the game is going to take place entirely within Lumiose City.  And I mean, Lumiose is the biggest city in Pokémon, but what about the whole rest of Kalos?  Also how will we encounter Pokémon?  Surely they’re not all city-dwellers.  I have to wonder if this was a miscommunication, but I guess we’ll see.

Anyway: YES!!  Not only are we getting a new Legends game (PLA was immediately one of my favorite games in the series), but it’s set in the woefully under-utilized Kalos region!  Kalos is a well of untapped potential, and this has the chance to be a very striking way to finally draw it out.  They knew exactly what they were doing when they let that Z linger on-screen.  AND, not only THAT, but the franchise is taking 24 off and saving this game for NEXT YEAR!  Thank God, this is great news for GameFreak’s employees, and if Pokémon of all things sets this precedent it could have a HUGE impact on the industry.

As for why it’s “Z-A”…who knows?  I’m sure at least part of it is the creators wanting to come up with a more unique name, which is fair.  The hyphen makes it seem like a range covering the entire alphabet, which could signify something all-encompassing, and reversing it to go from end to beginning likely plays into the cycle of life and death represented by Xerneas and Yveltal (in this case, death must occur for new life to take its place, or something along those lines).

I’m glad (and amused) that they specifically showed Furfrou in the teaser, as it’s currently one of the last few Pokémon yet to be available in a mainline Switch game.  After this, I believe it’s just Patrat/Watchog and the Elemental Monkeys?  Maybe they’ll toss them all in to finish rounding things out.

Part of me does wonder if the prevalence of Unown in the Presents could be significant…but probably not.  As the world’s biggest Unown fan I adored their sidequest in PLA, but Unown haven’t appeared in Kalos previously and it would make more sense to revisit Zygarde Cells for this sort of quest.

And Mega Evolution!  Honestly it feels a bit weird to say it’s “back” when it’s remained prevalent in everything but the mainline games, but I’ll get over it, I’m still thrilled!  Mega Evolutions in a Legends game!  I have to imagine we’ll get some additional information on it; there’s a good chance the game will feature Kalos’s first discovery of Mega Evolution, too.  On the chance of getting new Megas…I don’t want to get my hopes up, but it would make a lot of sense!  Though I definitely still want new regional forms too.  Maybe I’m being greedy.  But speaking of forms, if the do give new forms to Xerneas and Yveltal, I hope they look better than Dialga and Palkia’s Origin Formes, those still bother me.

I’m personally hoping this one won’t be an isekai.  PLA did end up utilizing it well enough, but I’d still prefer to stay as grounded in this particular time period as possible.  Something about giving you a magic smartphone in ye olde past just feels…I dunno, patronizing?  But since Arceus probably won’t be involved this time and I don’t see any of the XYZ trio opening time portals, I think there’s a good chance of avoiding the isekai angle.  One related thing that brings to my attention is space-time distortions; they’d probably be a poor fit here on a thematic level, so I hope they’re able to come up with a good stand-in.  Maybe Mega energy suddenly flares up in a region and affects the Pokémon?  Will we encounter wild Megas?  Wait, Alphas are still a thing, right…?

Come to think of it, how will the Pokédex be handled?  I really liked the approach of creating the region’s first Dex; perhaps it could be an element of this “redevelopment” process?  I hope so.  Anyway I could list things I want to see for hours but I think this is sufficient to communicate what sort of headspace I’m in regarding this announcement.  Hon hon hon baguette Prism Tower, everyone!

[barbatoskisser]

Hello humans! Quick warning - I spam sometimes and I just reblog ang type wtv. Consider this q blog full of whatever catches my eye. May contain smut but I try to keep this as sfw & friendly as possible <3

Pronouns here for those who want to compliment but dunno how <3 (i love you all, i need to update it, but its pretty accurate for now!)

Commissioms OPEN 0/5 link here for info

PSA - not terribly active due to irl reasons!! Dw, ill explain everything once I have a chance. But yeah, I'm mostly on discord because thats where a lot of my friends congregate. May still reblog occassionally. Asks are always open, just might take a min for me to respond !

Name

Adin River Barbatos

Age

19...somehow? I don't know either.

Pronouns

He/Its but if it/its just feels awkward to you, they/them is fine (in moderation). Primarily I use he/him though.

Rules / Guidelines

Very much basically just don't be an asshole to me or my mutuals and to protected groups. I support palestine and ukraine, gay and trans, and I'm far from neurotypical. I'm white too, but nyeh. Overall I dont support racism, zionism, homophobia, transphobia, and abelism. Be nice. Not as enforced but if your a minor and think "oh hey neat! A sfw adult blog!" Thats cool but dont be surprosed if I randomly rb a venti smut or spicy venti, lyney, xingqiu, or aether fanart. I fullhearted consider all above as adults and now willing to debate it. If you don't think so, just block me. If genshin ever says directly "[character] is under 18 years of age." And its one of the few, then no shit I'll get rid of this but otherwise it stays up. Eitherway, yeah, no promises i wont reblog spicy occassionally. Be warned and dont interact with that stuff unless ur a legal adult. Also, preferrably, keep drama to a minimum. If a mutual of mine, or someone ypu may think of as a mutual of mine, does something problematic send me a dm and be respectful about it. I'll investigate and if I find it absolutely appalling I'll no longer be friends with them. But just know 9 times out of 10, I really dont care about what my friends post about (see: "problematic" fics. I DON'T CARE. If it doesnt involve in real life humans, i do not give less of a shit.) Unless its in real life that someone did sonething illegal then I'll give a shit. Otherwise, yeah, i'll side with my friends. No offense.

Friends

@definesanity , @archaicanathema , @gunterdon , @unkownknowledge , @pale-value , just to name a few. They're all great [chefs kiss]. I'm always open to gaining more mutuals, but preferably be 16 or older. I don't understand gen alpha or anyone under 16. They confuse me. Henceforth; please be over that age otherwise I'll feel like I'm talking to a toddler. And i doubt you wsnt to be treated like a toddler. Anyone born past the 2010s atp is a toddler to me. I'm a 2005s kid.

Species

Am catboy future vtuber / streamer with secret human. Hint, a friend of mine. Also, if you ask my friend gunter, he'll say eldritch creature. So, honestly, who knows ~ ehe.

Fandoms/Interests

Hunter x Hunter, Genshin Impact, Ouran High School Host Club, Lunasmr audios, That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime...If its popular enough, I've probably watched it. I used to play Honkai Star Rail, but I've since fallen out of it. Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear, some others. Essentially, quite a number of modern isekai. Up to Overhaul arc of my hero academia with no plans on finishing, all of Hunter x Hunter, all of Dragom Ball Z, up to the universe tournament arc in Super, All of Slime in the anime adaptation. Though i do have webnovel spoilers. By the grace of the gods (pleasw someone yell at me about it. I beg you), Lowkey getting into Monkey Kid lego edition

Okay as I'm rewriting this I've watched a lot, and I mean a lot of shit. So ask me about a show if its not on here. The only ones I can say I haven't watched are demon slayer, attack on titan, naruto, and one piece. Maybe one day, but certainly not today. Currently about to start a few new series. On youtube I'm starting to watch Grian and Kaboodle. Damn their fun. I dont know if its on here, too lazy to check, but also pLEASE ALSO YELL TO ME ABOUT IRUMA KUN. I LOVE IRUMA KUN SM. I NEED MORE IRUMA KUN MOOTS.

Favorite character(s)

Killua Zoldyck, Gon Freecss, Venti / Barbatos, Goku, Illumi Zoldyck, Ryoma Takebayoshi, Alluka and Nanika Zoldyck, Kurapika Kurta, Izuku Midoriya, Shouto Todoroki, Rimuru Tempest / Satoru Mikami, Milim, Veldora Tempest, Paimon, Xiao, Gorou, Lyney, Lynette, Arlechhino, Furina, Zhongli / Rex Lapis, Focalors, Karma Akabane, Korosensei, Nagisa Shiota, the rezt are kinda forgettable. Mavuika, Nahida, Mualani, Kachina, and more to come. I love so many different characters its not even funny.

Other Things

Congrats if you've read down this much! Here would be a secret code for a silly but the co-conspirator said no. You'll have to wait!

[classicsubliminalbo]

A Mindless Valentine

Originally published Feb 15, 2017

"Did you want to do anything special tonight?" Brad asked, almost like an afterthought, as he brushed his teeth in front of the bathroom mirror.

Inches behind him on the toilet, Sam looked up from her phone to catch a face-full of her boyfriend's boxer briefs. Though many couples never even get to the point where they're comfortable enough to share the bathroom together, Sam and Brad were way over those kinds of insecurities. "Dunno," She shrugged. "After almost two years of dating, they were over Valentine's Day too. Things just lose their meanings after a while. One day you're waiting politely outside while you're girlfriend does her business, and the next you're brushing your teeth while she takes a shit. It was pretty small bathroom too. Sam continued scrolling through facebook on her phone and she said, "Becca's holding a rally at the union this afternoon, I might stop by after class."

"Students Against Obedience?" Brad asked.

"Yep," Sam sighed. Ever since Emily had come along with her stories as a brainwashed pledge in the Alpha Delta Theta sorority, SAO's president Becca had been a thousand times more dedicated to the cause. She wouldn't stop until all Victoria's Secret products were banned on campus, but first she was setting her sights on ousting Cunningham Pierce, Carpenter State's dean of education. It wasn't that Sam had lost faith in the group's cause. Of course, given her recent rendezvous with Lacey Stafford her opinion on Obedience by Victoria lingerie had shifted a bit, but she still didn't believe that any woman should be forced into wearing the mind-altering lingerie. Where Sam really objected to Becca's latest movement was that she was changing the course of the organization, a group that Samantha had originally put together. She may have lost the title of president to Becca, but she was still the reason that it existed. Becca's crusade against the dean was tiring, and every day they were losing more and more members.

"When do you think you'll get back?" Brad asked, his toothbrush hanging loosely from the side of his mouth. "I was thinking maybe we could cuddle up and watch some Netflix or something."

"If it's anything like her last rally, campus police will break it up before it hits the hour mark. I won't be home too late," Sam added a smile to that last part.

That evening, Samantha met up with the girls at the union where she was chewed out by Becca for not bringing a sign. "What's this all about again?" Sam asked contemptuously, though she was such a sweet person that no one would have suspected she was anything but genuine. Becca grunted, "Pierce has got to go, Sammy. Look, just make yourself useful. Work the flyers with Emily," she pointed to a table set up just off of the sidewalk where Emily was passing out flyers to pedestrians. As the girls all began to march around the terrace of the student unions with their signs, Samantha settled in next to Emily.

Samantha felt uneasy in the presence of Emily. She kept the fact that she'd begun to wear Obedience from the other girls in SAO, but she always felt like Emily could tell. She was the only other girl in the group with real experience wearing the lingerie, and now that Sam had surrendered more than a couple of times to its mind-numbing stimulations, she found it easier to spot the girls in public who were under that same influence. Emily knew. She had to know.

They stood there in silence, speaking only to the students and staff who passed by. Thanking them as they took their flyers. And then Emily spoke.

"I'm supposed to say that I miss it," she said meagerly. "That's what Becca wants me to say at least." Sam offered her an encouraging nod and replied, "But you don't." "I don't miss...Madison. I don't miss the things that she made me do. I don't miss...the taste of her..." If Samantha blinked, she would have missed the subtle movement of Emily's lower lip as her tongue glided lightly over it. "But I miss the feeling. It's like sinking. But it's not hostile. It embraces you. And then you begin to feel things that you'd never imagined. Like—"

"An orgasm that never ends," now Samantha was the one licking her lips. She felt a familiar, trembling need to be under. The more Emily spoke of her experience, the more Samantha wanted to be on her knees taking orders from Brad. From Master.

Emily hugged herself, but it was too late for defenses. She'd already told her story to the girls. Every night, every time the Students Against Obedience would meet, Becca made sure to wrangle some new sordid detail of the sorority from Emily's memory.

"The truth is that when pledge week was over, she gave us all the option of staying her slaves. We were glad to be free, yeah but...most of us chose to stay. It felt so good, Sam." "I know," Samantha frowned. "I know you know," Emily whispered. "I've seen that look in your eyes. The hunger." "It's okay, you know," Samantha said, dropping her eyes from Emily's face to the flyer in her hand. "As long as you have rules, as long as you're practicing with someone who you love and everyone consents, it doesn't have to be a bad thing." "She doesn't know," Emily glanced toward the crowd, where Becca was shouting "dump Pierce" through a megaphone. "She's never tried it. She doesn't know." "But we do," Sam replied. "Tell me," Emily said, taking hold of Samantha's hands. She had a desperate look in her eyes, one that many women got when they were starving for Obedience. "Tell me what it feels like to obey!"

"It feel so..." the words from the video that had first brainwashed Samantha echoed in her mind. "It feels so good," she said. "To just give in." Emily repeated, "Just give in," her face as empty and emotionless as Samantha's. And without a word to their friends, the two women wandered from their table, entranced by their shared desire.

Brad hoped when he returned home that night that he could talk Samantha into starting Luke Cage, but when he was greeted by a half naked stranger in his living room, Brad knew that the night was going to be more than cuddles and Netflix. "Sam?" he asked.

The girl giggled and said, "Emily." "Yeah..." Brad said, though he didn't have much of a followup. "Did you wander in the wrong apartment?"

"Don't be silly!" Samantha laughed as she sneaked up on her boyfriend. "Emily's a friend from my group!" "Yeah, but...what's she doing here?" "Present yourself, Emily." Sam commanded.

Emily stepped up, dropping the sweater that covered her naked body, and she droned, "Emily Chen is ready for you, Master. Please command me as you wish."

Brad dropped back a bit, shocked. "What?"

"What's the matter?" Samantha frowned. "Don't you wish to play with us, Master?"

As soon as the first syllable of that magic word "master" left Samantha's lips, Brad's eyes began to glaze over, falling into a trance as deep as his female companions. But this trance was only brief, long enough to remember Lacey's instructions. Brad blinked, and when he opened his eyes he was himself again. Or at least, he was something like himself. Now he smiled at the sight of naked, mindless Emily. He glanced disapprovingly at the still-dressed mindless Sam, but she didn't need to wait for a verbal command. She dropped her clothes in a pile next to Emily's and approached her Master. "Happy Valentine's Day, Master," Samantha said. "Tonight is all for you."

[smileysuh]

I dunno about jw because personally he (nor ti) doesn’t give me sexual vibes very often least of all alpha ones but*kicks pebble down the street dejectedly* Alpha Johnny… yep those were the days… wish I could unread it so i could read it freshly again because I’ve already reread it a few times…it stills hits. I do ponder what those alphas are up to now or rather would be? idk man I just sure do like talking about Claim-era Smileysuh. It is the ultimate Alpha Trilogy and I do mean THE

NOT JUNGWOO NOT GIVING YOU SEXUAL VIBES 😂

i get you though- for a LONGGGG time- I didn't see it either-

so i shall now present you with: the tiktoks that convinced me Jungwoo is an ult bae

1: he's not afraid to be himself, he's "feminine" because he's not afraid of kisses, but he doesn't weaponize them the way hyuck does- *insert picture of Mark all soft and cuddled to his chest here*

2: the range might feel flat at first- but 👀 it's there

3: a good way to get into a new kpop boy is seeing them with another one of your biases, and the amount of Jaewoo content is: unparalleled. exhibit Ahh!, Bruh, Cum, Down, Esophagus, For, Gods, Heck, it's the way they DECIMATE the chair in the round of musical chairs-

4: he's actually really smart - he plays the dumb himbo well, but mans has an ENGINEERING DEGREE

5: he bIG boi

now that i have presented my case-

i do think about... a new a/b/o au sometimes where they're not all alphas- it would allow for me to touch on johnjaehyuck again-

a/b/o is never OFF the table-

this bad boy has been taunting me in my drafts for literal months-

maybe after the frat boy basketball roommates Jaehyun/Jungwoo fic i'm posting this week KLDJWKJALJADLS 😂

thank you so much for saying it's the ultimate alpha trilogy lol- it's been what- 2 years since those posted? i wonder how well i could do the au now that i've grown a little 👀

thanks again for your message :) i hope i persuaded you even a little to find Jungwoo sexy- but idk, maybe i don't want more people in his lane- i think there's already some big contenders i'm fighting with for his monster schlong- 👀

[divine-knight-hand]

My Paracosm's Tumblr Dashboard Simulator!!! ❤️‍🔥

Except none of you know my paras, nor am I going to give any context for these. *womp womp*

But, I basically saw this post and decided “Hey, lemme do that!” and then I did that.

Also, a good portion of my paras are primparas, but my fictparas will be glaringly obvious, so, yeah. If you know them, you know them. 🤷‍♀️

I spent way too long on this, lmao... Welp, enjoy! 😌

TW: some humor involving brief mentions of suicide, death, and doxxing

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Remind me again why our boss is asking us to make these social media accounts? Isn’t our whole thing, I dunno, subtlety?

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Well, with a user like that, I don’t think you’re doing very good at that, anyways… 😬

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Let’s not hash out the technical stuff 😅

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❤️ a-random-fan Follow

Anyone else ever think about how not-ember-blade and sweetest-otaku were born to contradict each other? Like, how do sisters with conflicting powers learn to not only co-exist, but thrive while working together? Especially when everyone expects them to tear each other apart? Truly, it’s wonderful to see…

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Dude, what the fuck? We’ve been past that. Find a new philosophy, Socrates- 💀

#and to everyone who still thinks me and my sister are gonna duke it out #stfu

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🐺 alpha-machine Follow

So, not-ember-blade… What’s the status on that date? 😏

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

My sister had to physically restrain me from typing “kys” before lecturing me on the importance of a “respectful no”.

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Well, it almost worked… 😅

#also please rethink the wording of your tags #I’m not even going to repost them #they’re really vulgar…

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💍 iron-wife Follow

mischief-incarnate, you didn’t happen to put itching powder in alpha-machine’s closet after his latest post, did you???

🐍 mischief-incarnate Follow

Do I look like I’m only capable of mere party tricks to you? Of course not! That foul mutt has magic to thank for any discomfort he may be experiencing. Magic woven into each and every thread, in fact~

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Every day, I fall more and more in love with you 😩

#marriage when?

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🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

Crippling anxiety? I barely know her! (Lying)

💄 hopeless-hottie Follow

What does this mean?

💄 hopeless-hottie Follow

Hello?

💄 hopeless-hottie Follow

HELLO?!

#can someone go check if she’s okay? #I’m starting to get concerned…

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🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Can y’all stop asking me if arachni-kid is my son? It’s not even true, and his aunt is starting to ask questions…

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

One time, I saw you make him a Hot Pocket, kiss him on the forehead, and wish him luck on a test he was studying for.

🕷️ arachni-kid Follow

A test I passed, by the way! I forgot to tell you. 😅

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

Awwwww! I knew you could do it, kiddo! I’m so proud of you! 🥹

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💄 hopelessness-hottie Follow

Look, not-ember-blade! It’s you!

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

I’m… pi?

🔦 endangered-observer Follow

Maybe she’s saying you are what you eat? 😅

🐍 mischief-incarnate Follow

I’ve not once seen her consume this mathematical notation…

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

You summoned all three of them and they still didn’t get it 😭

🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

That’s because they all share one brain cell 🤣

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🧹 friendly-maiden Follow

As much as I enjoy serving the new queen and princess, can I have not-ember-blade and sweet-otaku back? Please?

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Awww! We miss you, too! 🥺

#Please come visit sometime #okay?

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🪞 mirror-mirror Follow

Everyone talking about possibly making a poll to decide who the best sister is between not-ember-blade and sweetest-otaku clearly wasn’t here for the violent discourse that one poll between mischief-incarnate and thunderous-hero, and it shows… 👀

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Didn’t mischief-incarnate dox someone for telling people to vote against him?

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

No, no… That was me… 😶

#but can you blame me? #the bitch had it coming #spreading that harmful propaganda

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🍳 wary-chef Follow

Just saw someone cooking without measuring their ingredients. They should lose their cooking priviliges.

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

You rn:

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

I was gonna tell you to stop bullying my boyfriend, but- 😭

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⚡ thunderous-hero Follow

What are these "fan cams" that people keep talking about?

💧 sweetest-otaku Follow

Oh! You mean, those edits of us? I wonder how everyone got all that footage of us...

#It's actually a little creepy #How do they do it?

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🔦 endangered-observer Follow

Who... Who sent me this song?

🔥 not-ember-blade Follow

I know I shouldn't laugh, but... HA!!!

#the whole polycule having daddy issues goes crazy

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[kirchefuchs]

(I have successfully overanalyzed the Infinite Hole Ending :D ALSO THIS IS THE EDITED VERSION BTW– the one that's like this below this is the unedited :D just delete that one shshs, not this one :]) sooooo upon the first 2 and a half minutes, I noticed a lil thingy that may have been a plothole.

You know how The Narrator constantly says/mentions that he himself made the game? That he was the only one who created everything — Stanley included (this is also directly said in the TSPUD trailer/release video)? Not sure if this is just me overthinking again (probably is) but there's this line in the Infinite Hole ending that immediately caught my attention;

"Oh. Did the hole seem even shorter to you, this time? I couldn't help but feel like you spent a little less time in there than you did before."

Now, me, being your local overthinker, decides that this implies one of the three things listed below;

1) The Narrator is very forgetful.

2) He's just a really good actor.

3) That was Timekeeper's doing.

(I'm not leaning to the 3rd option more wdym hahaha–)

Think about it, Ceres — think about the New Content Door, the Confusion Ending, the– the myriad of random occurrences that even The Narrator isn't fully aware about. If you were to take everything to a more serious approach, wouldn't you agree that a person who has spent a long long time in perfecting their game should at least remember every little detail and thought that went into it? Think about it! There's beta testing, alpha testing– heck, because he seems to claim to have created everything, wouldn't that mean that technically he would have had to look through every little thing (plus the texturing!! THE TEXTURES!!) and end up accidentally remembering every little detail? Isn't that why he has a script? (headcanon >) It's because he's already memorized the entire map, he just can't memorize a bunch of endings that revolve around the map. But do you know who does(according to the fandom)?

Timekeeper!

All the little changes to the map, Ceres! The New Content Door, the infinite hole slowly getting less and less infinite, the progress board at the quote-on-quote "end" of the Confusion Ending! If you were to take every little detail and glitch and something-something (you get what I mean) in a more serious approach, wouldn't you say that they were rather odd and inexplicable unless if you add Timekeeper into the mix?

Translation: I just really wanna give them some content </3

BUT ANYWHO BACK TO THE INFINITE HOLE ENDING

not me adding the "every ending can be perceived as a way of divorce" concept in here but aha– this piece of dialogue got me fired up ok

"I'm out! Goodbye, Stanley! You couldn't bear to be away from the hole and now you get more time with it than you could have ever have asked for. It's a win for everyone! You get to be with the hole, I get to do literally anything else. Take care, Stanley. I hope you and the hole have a wonderful rest of eternity together."

Do I need to explain this? Does this piece of dialogue need to be explained? Really, does it require such a lengthy explanation for it to be fully understood by you lot? I don't think so! The Narrator is just very jealous over a hole. How sad. ..and gay.

SO! By the time The Narrator is gone, Stanley is like "weLp time to hallucinate."

But then lemme just mention what I said beforehand

"The Narrator claims to have made everything, which also includes Stanley"

...bro??

this implies that The Narrator made the whole scene

This includes the dramatic music, the backgrounds, the random buttons that do lots of funny but mildly useless stuff, and guess what? Also the alternative drawings/appearances of ✨Stanley✨

I dunno abt u guys, but I like to genuinely think that The Narrator created everything (not in an irl sense, i meant it as in "He made The Stanley Parable canonically, not in reality" kind of way :D) simply because it gives a lot of Stannarrator opportunities.. huehuehue

but uhhh that's all for my rant!! :D (I deeply enjoyed this lmao)

ANYWHOO I HOPE THIS WAS,,, idk,, mildly coherent at least ☠

TOODLESSS!! UNTIL NEXT TIMEE

— 🅰️non || 05/12/2023

Oooo gotta love some good ol made up Timekeeper lore. I love the idea of TK messing with various things in the Parable without Narry knowing. But yeah, the whole contradictions thing where you can't really tell if the Narrator made the game or not is partly why I think he didn't and was just imbued with memories to make him think the did, even though he really doesn't have all that much control over what happens in the Parable. But that's just me, lol.

[bylightofdawn]

WIP

Okay so I'm a hair late mainly because today kind of got away from me.

Uhh, context: Fordo and Alpha are putting away Shaak Ti's trusty rancor mount, the ferociously named Petal. (named by a bunch of ten year olds so is anyone surprised) and there's a bunch of talking and some butting heads over what's happening in the world in general.

As one does when arguing with your adult siblings, its gets a little personal. Cause who else knows you well enough to really push your buttons.

Petal eagerly entered the stable and the loose corral, which didn’t really stand a chance if the rancor decided she didn’t want to be held by it any longer. Thankfully, she’d mostly outgrown her escapist habits as she’d grown older. The stable represented safety and food for the rancor now and she was eager to go home.

“I still think you’re crazy for keeping one around.”

“He doesn’t mean that, Petal.” Alpha mock-cooed at the beast because while he agreed with his brother, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right. Besides, he felt obligated to defend Shaak Ti’s decision to keep the rancor.

“But, can you imagine the look of terror on any Imp who tries to approach our base?”

“Okay, that would be hilarious.” Fordo conceded after a moment of consideration. “I still think it’s nuts, though.”

“I’m not going to get between the two of them, they have a bond. Dunno if it’s Force osik or whatever, but there’s definitely a bond there. Petal treats Shaak like she is her mother. Maybe it's because she was young when we found her and she imprinted but I am not worried about Petal going feral and harming her or anyone here, really.” Alpha pulled some meat from a nearby conservator and placed it in Petal’s trough.

The rancor was well-mannered enough to wait until he’d gotten all limbs out of the way before falling onto the meat with gusto. A look of horror filled the other clone’s face when the rancor chowed down, a sentiment Alpha understood because it was a pretty gruesome sight, but one he'd had grown used to over the years.

“Come on, we’re on KP duty since we’ve been layabouts all morning.”

“What?” The offense in his brother’s voice was endlessly amusing since he knew it went against his pride as an ARC. The joke was on Fordo because Alpha had served so much time in the kitchens here that he’d gone from nearly burning a pot of water to actually managing to cook a flavorful meal using real ingredients.

During his time in the GAR, the extent of his cooking knowledge was learning how to embellish GAR provided rations into something that tasted more palatable than soaked cardboard or meat-flavored mush.

“You don’t think meals just magically appear out of nowhere, do you, vod?”

“Of course not, but you’re a fool if you unleash me in a kitchen and don’t expect me to accidentally burn the whole thing down.”

“Sounds to me like someone needs some updated survival training: civilian edition.” Alpha teased and clapped Fordo on the shoulder to propel him towards the exit.

The other clone looked like he’d sucked on something sour.

“We’re not civilians.”

“We’re not GAR soldiers anymore either. We’re renegade clones, technically deserters in the eyes of the Empire.” Alpha pointed out without an ounce of mercy or sugar-coating and he didn’t miss the way Fordo flinched at being called a deserter.

“Maybe you don’t see yourself as a soldier anymore but I do.” The other clone shot back with a note of bitterness in his voice.

“Soldier of what exactly?”

“The Rebellion! The Hidden Path, something. I cannot believe you have given up believing in something, Seventeen. Not completely. You’re too damned stubborn to have given up completely, no matter what sort of osik you’re spewing about being a deserter.”

That accusation stung more than Alpha wanted to admit and he found himself fighting back a disquieted frown as he followed Fordo back to the trees which held their hidden base.

“I believe in what we’re doing here. It might seem small and inconsequential to you but it’s enough for me. Shaak Ti is raising a new generation of Jedi and I am going to protect her and those children with my life.”

“It’s not going to stop, Seventeen. They won’t stop. You haven’t seen how the universe has gone to complete shit while you’ve been hiding here. The Empire has spread across the galaxy like a cancer. Their Inquisitors hunt Jedi like your Shaak Ti without mercy and they don’t give up. One day they will find this place and will burn it to the ground. They’ll kill her and anyone who gets in their way and those kids? If they’re lucky they’ll die.” Fordo said with a certainty that had icy fingers of dread crawling up his spine.

His first instinct was to go on the attack, to deflect and call Fordo on his self-serving bantha-shit but a calmer voice of reason in the back of his mind won out over that knee-jerk reaction. Shaak Ti had been working with him on trying to control his deep-seated anger issues, which was the only reason he didn’t take Fordo’s head off right then and there, even though the angry, black rage was there simmering beneath the surface.

It would be easier to punch him than continue this frustrating conversation but what would that net him? A physical altercation that would end in them both no doubt beating one another black and blue, but it wouldn’t solve anything, would it?

Stars, he hated this.

“Stop trying to sell me, I ain’t buying.” Alpha finally managed, his voice a dangerous growl and Fordo must have heard that danger in the other clone’s tone because his mouth thinned to a grim slash.

The walk back to the camp was tense and filled with icy silence that only started to defrost when they reached the kitchen and Alpha started to tersely instruct Fordo on how to do the most basic of kitchen tasks.

[invisiblegarters]

23.5 Episode 9

Last week: sapphic teachers, Aylin and Luna being adorable and confessing in morse code, kisses!

I dunno man. Eight hours a day could mean that we work two of them. I feel like I could handle that.

I say this every episode, but Sun and Ongsa really are cute.

Latte is still best dog.

I would snatch up the chance to do an exchange program if I were Ongsa. I did not have the opportunity as a teen but man, that would have been so great.

Oh Aylin. I love her. Those awkward smiles i'm dying.

Ongsa absolutely can't ride a bike.

I am so glad that Sun decided to start with a bicycle instead of a scooter.

Okay I know they gotta do their advertising thing so I'm not gonna say a word about the makeup ad. I'm not.

Okay one thing: I do think it's cute that Aylin wants to look cute for Luna. Not that she need the makeup for that, but you know.

Hahaha Sun I love you. I love that she's like "well my girlfriend moves faster than you two, I'm so lucky."

...is that not how it went?

Aw poor Alpha. I bet she feels so out of the loop.

I do love how concerned they all are for her. This show is so damn cute and lovely.

I'm sorry but can they just keep putting Ciize in those sleeveless shirts? Please? For me?

Aw that advice was good.

Okay this looks like an intervention though.

Dammit, Alpha! What did your teachers just tell you? Although to be fair I get her feeling cornered.

Oh my gosh this girl is so cute. Is she making octupi out of the sausages? ADORABLE.

Aw this family stuff is so great.

LOL okay this is hilarious. I think it's great Ongsa isn't going to have more time than one day to prepare. Girl is gonna stress herself into a heart attack if she gets any more time.

Ton is killing me with the second hand embarrassment my god. I am beginning to think that he only wants what he can't have. Or that he deliberately pursues girls that he knows aren't gonna ever take him seriously. I read a theory that he might be ace (or aro, or both) and my goodness I'd love that but I'm trying not to get my hopes up because I still feel like TonCharoen is gonna happen.

Welp that went well. I don't think Ton was being malicious because he's just not that type, but also Aylin just isn't comfortable. I don't think that Luna is in the wrong to want her to open up to her friends a little, but poor Aylin must feel so pushed.

Although a part of me does wonder if part of Aylin's thing is that she does want friends, but she's so used to being treated like shit for just being herself that she's ultimately decided not trying at all is better.

Oh hey this is very sensual for this show. Good for them!

I'm sorry I just got all caught up in my Aylin feelings again. She's hands down my favorite, I feel for her so much.

Next week: MORE NIDA AND BAMBAM. Bambam please get hit with a clue by four before this show is over I am begging you.

[stiricidewrites]

All the Things We’ll Leave Behind: ch 30, pt 13

Dubious

Previously

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“Xian-gege should be more careful,” lwj said, before he could think better of it. His ears burned when the other alphas shot him dubious looks. “Last night was not my fault,” he insisted, willing his ears to cool. He had not purposefully gotten drunk! How could he be held completely responsible for Drunk Wangji’s actions!

wwx gasped. “And who says any of the times I spent the night in the woods were my fault!? … Why are you both looking at me like that?”

lwj and jzxuan exchanged knowing looks. lwj was sure the majority—if not all—of the times the older alpha had spent a night sleeping in a forest had been at least a little bit his fault.

“What was the delivery?” lwj asked, rubbing any remaining tears from his eyes. Time for a new topic, before his mate started trying to defend his younger self for each of those nights.

jzxuan leaned in towards him, whispering, “A gift~” He popped back, grabbing lwj’s free hand and dragging him towards the door. “I assume from him.”

“‘Him!’ How rude!” wwx said, although lwj could see the smile tugging at his lips. Apparently, his mate quite liked the back and forth teasing he had going on with jzxuan. It was definitely better than if they had hated each other, but something about it seemed… odd. It wasn’t a bad odd. Just an odd that made him feel as though he were missing something—that something had happened between the two alphas last night, and he was witnessing the results of that.

jzxuan pulled the door open, mumbling about how since they didn’t know if all the bunnies were contained, he didn’t think he should try bringing everything in by himself—or let the delivery person inside. “Not that I think he would have come inside? He had a weird vibe. Same with the beta who delivered jyl’s food. Neither seemed willing to come inside?”

wwx snorted, although he offered no explanation for why people were afraid to enter his house. lwj would have to work on forcing that story out of him another time.

The door opened and—

“Xian-gege,” lwj said softly, taking in the rabbit supplies piled outside the door. Pens and toys. A veritable mountain of food. Bedding and an assortment of items to bunny proof the house. More than a few pet gates in an array of options.

“You like?” wwx asked, voice half-teasing, half-nervous, and lwj was once again blinking away tears. “Aiya! Don’t cry, sweetheart!”

“So emotional~” jzxuan teased softly, although when lwj glanced up, he looked at least a little concerned about his ongoing waterworks.

“Yes,” lwj simply said, rubbing the tears away again. “Does this mean… we’re keeping them all?” That seemed… excessive.

“Oh, fuck no!” wwx practically cried into the phone. “I dunno how many you want to keep, but definitely not all of them! It’ll probably take a while to get them into proper homes, though, and I don’t really want my home overrun by the things in the meantime, you know?”

lwj did know. He also did not want to be living in a home that belonged more to their new guests than to he and his mate. That said, he had no idea how he was going to choose which ones to keep.

“Think of it… as a mating gift,” his mate said softly, the lightest of blushes dusting across his cheeks, just barely visible through the screen. “One of a few! Of course! I gotta get you some of the more traditional stuff too, obviously.”

Mating gifts. lwj hadn’t even thought about that.

He definitely needed to find something wonderful for wwx

“Thank you, Xian-gege,” he said, smiling softly down at his mate.

wwx smiled back at him, soft and loving, and lwj’s heart squeezed.

How had he gotten so lucky?