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ghosttoastx · 2 days ago

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*shaking you gently please give my teeny tiny ink crumbs*

How did Error and Ink meet? Does he have a nickname for him? Is anyone allowed to babysit and does ink have a favourite? Does ink have any abilities besides being the cutest ever? Is there a little Broomie and Buggy? (⁠っ⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠っ

Ask and you shall receive :3 don't mind my writing plssss I just woke up (┬┬﹏┬┬)

How They Met:

I imagine that Error finding Ink was by chance. For one reason or another, Error finds himself smackdab in the middle of a fight between Nightmare and the gang, and the Star's (since Ink isn't there, the Stars would only consists of Dream, Blue, Core Frisk, and Possibly Red). I image the whole fight shenanigan would take place in Outertale, which would be why Error was there in the first place and why he was caught off guard.

Anyways! Error gets dragged into the fight (he's very pissy about this) and in a ditch effort to get away (he was not fleeing. definitely. he would never heheh) from the conflict, he quickly throws himself through a portal, not really thinking about where exactly he wanted to go, just that he wanted some stars-damn peace and quite.

And Peace and Quite he shall receive. Kinda.

Error finds himself in a vast white expanse, taking a moment to register that this was not his Anti-Void. After some frustration, he'd begrudging sate his curiosity about the strange AU he'd found himself in and look around. Not that there's really much to see.

After examining the strangely apathetic sketches that were the residents of the world, Error would become bored or disappointed in his lack of findings. Feeling even more sour about this whole ordeal from before. There's nothing even here worth while for him to Destroy!! What a fucking rip off!!

turning tail to leave, Error goes to open a portal, though he stops and screeches the most unholy of screeches when something snags one of the ends of his scarf.

he whirls around, tugging the end of his scarf away from his pursuer, ready to rip whatever abomination decided to mess with him to shreds. He's taken off guard (again today) when the tiny thing that had decided to grab him came up with the scarf. He shakes the garment, trying to dislodge it, to no avail as (what appears to be) a small skeleton monster giggles joyously.

Error stops jostling his scarf (and in turn the tiny skeleton monster) with a frustrated huff. without warning the small monster grabs hold of Error's arm, causing him to shriek in fury and panicked anticipation.

...

But nothing happened. No sudden bursts of glitches, no buffering no nothing. Error stood there, dumbfounded as the skeleton clung happily to him, completely unaware of Error's internal conflict.

After a moment, Error haphazardly (albeit hesitantly) grabbed the wretched abomination, holding him at arms length.

He stands there in the whiteness, staring intensely at the small skeleton. Whatever else this anomaly might be aside, the thing was definitely a child. Aging was weird in the Multiverse but Error would have to guess that the kid was maybe two?? Three years old?????

Error continues to stare at the kid for a moment, debating with himself, before sighing a heavy 'fuck this shit' and plops the kid back on the ground (was it even ground?) turns and walks away into a portal.

...

. . .

It took all of 30 seconds for Error to reappear, scoop up the kid, and reenter a portal to the Anti-Void.

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Okay. That ramble ended up becoming more of a drabble heheh oopsies. I might write a proper drabble later to better execute the idea. Preferably not this early in the morning next time lmao

Anyways!!! Moving On!!!

Nicknames:

I don't really think Error himself would give Ink any nicknames. At least not any endearing ones. But I feel like some of the others might have nicknames for him. And by nicknames I'm referring to things like 'kid', 'kiddo', 'bud', etc. etc.

I feel like Ink himself would give nicknames to the others as well. but like. he'd be bad at it. I feel like he'd just do that thing where you add a 'y' at the end of someone's name. Like 'Blue' would be 'Bluey' or something. 'Dream' 'Dreamy'. You get the idea.

Nightmare have and 'y' nickname would b interesting I feel tho. 'Nightmare' would be 'Nighty'. which could lead to Nightmare being reminded of himself and Dream when they were younger or something which could be reallyyyy interesting to explore heheh. But!! that'll have to be for another time >:3!!!

Babysitting:

Error's a busy guy, destroying AUs and stuff. As much as he'd hate it, He'd definitely need a babysitter for Ink while he was out. Not only to keep an eye on him, but to also keep him company.

Ink wouldn't like being left in the Anti-Void alone for long periods of time. Despite the Anti-Void and Ink's abandoned AU not exactly having the same feel as one another. The Anti-Void is still a vast expanse of whitespace.

Optimally, out of all of them, Error prefers to leave Ink with the Stars more often than not. More Specifically Blue, but Dream and Core Frisk (sometimes Red too) kinda just come as a package deal.

Error's not to keen on leaving Ink with Nightmare and his gang to frequently. Mostly because their group is much more...unpredictable. I suppose. (Error doesn't appreciate their efforts at encouraging Ink to play 'pranks' on him.)

Ink loves all of them. he doesn't really mind who's watching him for the day. Though out of everyone, I feel like Ink would really Enjoy having Blue watch over him.

But I also feel like Ink would really like hanging out with Nightmare. Not necessarily because Nightmare is a good babysitter, but more so because Nightmare is the one to avoid him the most. Kids are curious, and Ink would be super duper curious about cool, spooky, mysterious Nightmare. So he'd just kinda hang around him.

Nightmare has a lot of conflicting feelings about this.

Ink’s Abilities:

As of right now, no one can really figure out what's up with Inks magic. it's weird and goopy and not like any magic any of them have seen before.

No ones really sure what to do with this.

Broomie & Buggy:

At this point in time, neither Broomie nor Buggy are a thing quite yet

#Itty Bitty Ink AU #<-temporary tag name until I come up with a better one #if you see any grammatical errors no you donttttt #I didn't spell check anything #ink sans #error sans #utmv #utmv au #dream sans #swap sans #nightmare sans #undertale au #ghostie ask tag

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heisenbergs-magnetic-dick · 19 hours ago

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captain whiskers getting scritched on the butt is so funny because cats raise their butt For No Reason and when he turns back into wesker. Well.

that's it that's the rq 💓 wishing you out of your block!

butt scritches

wesker & reader

summary: you let a hungry stray into your house and he’s the snobbiest little shit ever

no use of y/n - gn!reader

a/n: this idea is extremely funny to me 😭🙏 especially since Wesker is such a serious character lmao. sorry this took so long I got sick in the middle of writing it and had absolutely zero energy for anything these last few days 😞 anyways THANK YOU 🫶🫶

At first, you didn’t think much of it. What appeared to be a stray cat kept showing up in your backyard, so why not give it something to eat before it went on its way? Only… what started as one can of tuna soon became two cans—then three cans, four, and so on.

At some point, this stray’s visits got so frequent that you started picking up some wet food along with your regular shopping. After all, too much human food couldn’t be healthy for the poor creature. Or so you thought until the cat smacked away the first can of cat food as soon as the scent hit his face.

His whiskers twitched and his ears folded back in a disgusted manner. This happened a couple of times until you decided to give in and let him dine with you every night at dinner. Of course, you didn’t want to sit outside each night and wait for him to finish eating… so you started bringing him inside. In hindsight, it might not have been one of your better ideas.

Lord only knows what kind of diseases the little fleabag was carrying. Did you care, though?

Of course not.

Besides! How could you deny that round, cuddly face and sharp blue eyes? A strangely unique shade, those eyes. They almost looked sort of human, but you tried not to look into it too much before you creeped yourself out too much.

…

It’s 5:30 again.

Your four-legged guest is more punctual than most people you know. He’s always right on time— and lets out the most irritated meows if you’re a minute late to let him in.

Treading over to your backdoor, you slide it open and the orange tabby struts into your home. He makes a B-line towards the dining room (where he sits across you every night).

“You’re really making a dent in my bank account,” you sigh as you watch the cat tear into half a pound of salmon right before your eyes. You could’ve sworn a fly drifted out of your wallet at the register earlier. Of course, the cat pays you no mind.

You forget he’s only here for the food.

“Hm… how many other people are you finessing like this?” you ask rhetorically. “You look too well-fed to not be eating three square meals a day,”

The cat pauses his eating, to your surprise, and he lets out a sharp meow as if he’s talking back. You nearly drop your fork. You already figured that this cat was a little different than most others.

For starters, he acts like a person. He even communicates as such—just like right now. Always meowing after you spoke to him, but you knew some cats were just talkative and liked meowing… but responding to your questions was a different thing, though.

Or maybe this is your Disney princess moment. Maybe you’re the chosen one and you’re actually some kind of animal whisperer. Next time you see another stray, you’ll talk to it and see if it responds to test your wild theory.

As you finish up your meal, so does the cat, signalling that it’s time to leave. You go to pick him up, but he leaps off the table gracefully before you even get close to him.

You follow him back to the sliding doors where he came from, and he meows at you with all the impatience in the world until he hears the lock click and the door opening. You try to pet him before he heads out, but he hisses at your fingers barely grazing the top of his fuzzy little head.

“Fine. Be that way, ya shit.” You say, slightly annoyed as the cat hurries out the door so he can spend the night out in fuck-knows-where. At least Raccoon City was stray friendly… for the most part. “Be safe, dude,”

You shut the door, with the thoughts of spending the rest of your evening glued to your couch and finish watching The Lost Boys. Except right before you’re able to grab a few snacks to indulge in— the meowing starts. It’s the stray, of course. Who else would it be at this hour?

A defeated sigh escapes your lips and turn on your heel muttering to yourself. “What, forget your wallet or something?” you jokingly ask as you approach the door again.

Oh.

It’s raining.

Well… you can’t just leave him out there, can you? And judging by the angered look the creature gives you as the rain continues to soak his fur—he wants to come back in. You let him in, and immediately he begins to shake like a maraca in an attempt to dry himself. Though, by the looks of it, he’s gonna need more than a simple shake to dry off.

“Hold on, wait here. I’ll get a warm towel to dry you, how’s that?” You ask. The cat looks up at you for a moment before planting his butt down on the doormat. “Good. I shouldn’t be long,”

Wandering through your house, you slip into the laundry room and pull a towel from your dryer (which is thankfully not empty since you had started the laundry earlier). It’s not too hot, so you deem it suitable enough for the cat. You head back to the little guy and see that he’s licking away at his fur to get the moisture out.

“Jesus, you couldn’t even wait a minute… come ‘ere.” You say, crouching in front of the cat and dropping the towel on him. With both hands you gently rub him down thoroughly through the towel, his fur becoming tousled and pointing in all directions.

Low meowing her heard from underneath the cloth so you stop, instead you do your best to wrap him up so he’s snug before picking him up and holding him tight to your chest as if he were a baby. But all cats are the cutest little babies to you. Angels sent down from above even with how prissy they got.

You carry him into the living room, deciding that he can warm up with you while you watch tv. Surprisingly, he hasn’t tried to escape your impromptu swaddle. He’s actually purring.

At least he’s comfortable, you think.

…

Almost an hour into your evening, the cat ends up falling asleep in your lap, purring quietly even in his sleep. It gets you thinking… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad if you actually took him in— he’d be your cat instead of just a stray going from place-to-place.

It could be nice, anyway.

Half-asleep, you yawn and your hand absentmindedly finds its way to the cat’s tail end and you give him a few scratches. At the feeling of your fingertips combing through his fur and getting every itch, he raises his rear as he purrs some more, eyes slowly fluttering open as you continue to scratch him.

You hardly have time to process that such a stuck up, demanding cat is giving into your affection with your eyelids drooping shut. You should really head to bed soon… you don’t exactly want to spend the night on your couch, even with a kitty curled up on you. Alas, the events of your day catch up to you and you shut your eyes mid-scratch.

However, they shoot right back open as a roughly ten pound creature soon becomes two-hundred pound… man…? No… that can’t be right— the cat was just here! Immediately, you retract your hand.

You rub your eyes to make sure this isn’t just you being tired. Why else would a grown man be lying across your lap— back arched slightly and your hand rests on his lower back, with a towel resting on his head. The very same towel that was just holding a stray cat in its confines.

You’re completely speechless, mouth agape as you see this man slowly lift his head, relaxing his position on you. He seems to be unaware of the situation, disheveled hair and an almost dazed look on his face. It doesn’t take him long to sit up and notice that you’re there. It’s then that those bright blue eyes of his widen and his mouth falls open.

He says nothing, only backing up and getting off the couch in such speed that it could only be described as unreal.

Snapping out of your trance-like state you swallow thickly and finally, you find your voice again. “… what the fuck.”

a/n: as you can see I went a lil overboard and wrote too much but I’m lowkey back on my shit now so yayay.!.!.!!!! also I’m SO SORRY this is late 😞💔 I been sick so erm.. and I been playing re4r for the first time AND IT WAS SM FUNNNN I LOVED IT.

#albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #cat!albert wesker #cat!resident evil #resident evil #resident evil x gn!reader #resident evil x reader #my writing

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rox1000000 · 18 hours ago

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I'm tired of stats in rules light games.

A game design ramble.

Stats are usually very boring. That doesn't necessarily mean they're bad. Not everything needs to be exciting or thought provoking and they're sometimes good to have. More complex games will have stats or adjacent, but have way more to define a character mechanically, or other things of interest stacked on top of them. They can be a good foundation in more complex games and my issue isn't with their use in that context.

My issue is when writers strip back everything but stats to make their game fit on a page or two. Many OSR games do this, but it is by no means unique to OSR.

In this post I'll go over what makes something a stat to me, why I dislike them being center stage in rules light games, and alternative ways to approach defining a character in minimal space. I'm trying to be brief here but it's a long post.

What is a stat?

I view stats as being generalized attributes or verbs that a character can do. The core things that I view as being indicative of "stats" at least how they're defined in this manifesto is that they're generalized, and that they're not abstract. In a game you'll usually find them called attributes, skills, ability scores, or the like. Not everything described as a skill in a game is a "stat" to me, and that distinction usually comes down to how specific it is. Something like "fight" I would describe as being a stat, whereas something like "hand to hand combat" I would describe as being a skill.

Famously D&D's STR, DEX, WIS, CON, INT, CHA are stats.

Why I Dislike Them

Lets suppose you have a game where you've stripped down basically everything except core stats about a character. Why is that a bad thing?

Lack of granularity - I think one of the issues here is that in stripping back other options, the stats become your main verbs in the game and characters get very easily pushed into confined boxes, or expand to slurp up a good deal of action. (Idk how to word this lmao) Lets take intelligence for example. Many games just have a brain stat, meaning a character is more knowledgeable, reasonable, logical than everyone else in every single situation always when they have more of this stat. In a game with more rules, there's ways to make that knowledge more specific or to differentiate mechanically, what under the umbrella of intelligence a character is good at, but in a stripped down game it's just "I am google." This also pushes out other characters from the relatively universal action of thinking. Same happens for strength or speed or any other large category. Why think when we have a thinky guy in the party that can think instead. Why try and do something precise when we have mrs. dexterity ready to do it at a greater success rate?

Lack of characterization - I think stats do a poor job of characterizing a character and making that characterization matter in the game. If I have a character with high strength, that doesn't actually say anything about the character. I believe that in an RPG it's important to know who a character is as a person and/or what role they have in the narrative. With so little to go off of, does it really matter that your character can punch people and pick up heavy objects about 10% better (or in many cases, more often) than the character of the player next to you? When cutting back a game's mechanics, a designer is making a statement about what matters, and I'm hearing many designers say "yeah it does matter to be able to quantify slight differences in physical characteristics between characters, this is definitely a good use of my extremely limited time and space!"

Things I think are better

I have already seen some solutions out in the wild:

Assign numerical weight to problem solving approaches - I see this often and it works well to drive action without restricting specifically what a character must do to get their bonus.

Assign numerical weight to vibes - This works for games that are lighter and fluffier and can serve to characterize a character well, but can be lacking in more grounded games.

Assign numerical weight to archetypes or jobs - A character having points in "crime lord" is a lot more evocative than them having points in charisma or sway and then using it to deceive people.

Be more specific - If you're designing a game with a very specific scenario in mind, it might be better to use something way more specific and tailored to your game. This entirely solve the issues on its own, but won't make me roll my eyes at the very least.

Don't use them at all - there's other ways to define a character than assigning numbers to generalized categories, and I've seen games that don't have stats and work fine.

I don't believe I've seen it pushed it far enough, frankly. I'm a sicko like that. You can assign a number to nearly anything and it can work. Nearly anything. So experiment more. Let players write their own stats, find a job resume and add numbers to it, staple numbers where you wouldn't think to, the world is your oyster so don't be boring with it.

Signed, a pretentious game designer

#tabletop rpg #indie ttrpg #ttrpg design #rpgs

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kittycatred · 3 days ago

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( edited to add blog pinned post here, so i can pin this one temporarily ! ) ( edited again to add the 'read more' sorry i didnt do that sooner </3 )

HII okay so i just wanted to say regarding red still being in the cave for the minecraft arc right now !!

i knowwww it seems kind of slow right now (beforehand i was just getting through asks slowly & also letting you guys have fun with interacting with red) annnd it might be kind of slow for a littleee bit longer

but there is good reason !!!

although this is a heavy IF I CAN so do not have high expectations !!! but for a certain story progression™ part without spoiling it, i want to try animating it, or at the very least make it an "animatic"-ish thing ?? its not gonna be long literally just a few seconds probably, & i already have it storyboarded so ill TRY to do it, but i am still really new to animation so once again dont have super high expectations but ill try to make it cool !!!!

worse case scenario if i cant animate it, ill just draw the stuff i have storyboarded and just render it and maybe make it similar to this post aka just putting the photos in video format so its still a slightly cool thing !!

BUT POINT IS itll take me a bit, i wanna guesstimate and say either tomorrow or monday i might be able to have it done because its not too long, but this also means story-wise red is still gonna be in that cave until then, so you guys can go wild with asks and silly stuff and ill still answer them in between this !!

so basically have fun babysitting red and doing whatever and giving them whatever while i work on making story stuff !! >:3

TLDR because i yap: i might animate something for certain story progression™ thatll take a bit, so send whatever asks you want to red in the meantime and ill still answer them with drawings

( sorry i yap alot heres more that probably wouldnt fit in tags ) also, im sorry red has been in a cave for like the past 2 days </3

originally i was gonna get to certain story progression point™ yesterday, but then i didnt get to all the asks, so i was gonna get it done today, until halfway through the day i was like "hmm what if i animate this instead ??" and here we are LMAO i hope this isnt an issue :,D

and ill still answer with drawings !!! i have 2 files of red in the cave far away & close up and its easier for me so the background and all is the same and less work because theres no point for me to redraw the same thing 50 times (i say that although i do that when animating LMAO) so itll literally take me like 30 mins max to answer each ask because all id have to draw is arms or face or objects ect ect you get the point !!

and theres someee asks (aka the only ones i have left </3) that arent certain story progression point™ but it builds up or alludes to it so i didnt wanna answer those and not be able to post until i finish POTENTIALLY animating this, because it wouldnt make sense to fit silly stuff between that ect ect ect its just my own silly organization

ALSO the asks dont even have to be silly literally they can be serious or anything, i just wont answer any yet that i might use to build up to something, but like uhh ask red the meaning of life or about his friends or give him $500 or ask to look around the cave but you get the point !!

i love this improv stuff anyways so its free range!! only limit obviously is just stuff already not allowed in the pinned post, anything TOO OP (nothing personal though :'D) or anything ill save to use for certain story progression point™ you get the idea at this point

is this me begging for asks in the meantime? yes /j maybeee but i just didnt want you guys to potentially be confused why i havent moved along with the minecraft arc yet, or why reds still in a cave after 2 days, or why im not answering any asks because i have none thats not story progression related rn guys please-💥💥💥 /silly just in the case that this does take me until monday to finish :'D

#[ ooc ]#okay sorry this is alot i just wanted to make sure i cover everything </3 #i tried to mess around with the formatting to make it seem less like a bunch of words to read-#-and easier to glance at for important info so hopefully that helped a bit !!! :'D #but yeah no this is what happens when im overly ambitious guys i animate a GIF ONCE #and suddenly im like 'hehehe lets try to animate a little thing for the blogg !!!'#wish me luck </3 #i also took my adhd meds late by accident today theres no way im sleeping tonight so wahooo attempt at animating time !!!#wish me luck guys also SEND ASKS PLEA-💥💥💥 /silly #( <- only so that way i have stuff to post for you guys until i finish this thats the only reason im asking lmaoo )#i cant ruin my accidental 2 week posting streak™ that ive only recently noticed ive had guyssss /j #( <- itll be broken one day probably BUT im just having fun with it now lmaoo )#oh my gosh ive rambled now in tags LMAO SORRY okayy uhh im gonna try to work on the thing and asks if i get any in between then byeeee :D

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pastasuccubus · 1 day ago

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Xelzaz is my overall favorite follower because he's not just fully platonic, but intelligent. Just ignore his racially insensitive questions to Khajiit DBs lmfao they genuinely come from a place of ignorance and they're pretty funny. He really knows how to make you feel guilty for considering doing Daedric quests. He's the group mom.

Inigo goes into every save, because he's my comfort bankie, and I can't imagine what my life would be like if I hadn't stumbled across his mod when I was severely depressed. He's fully platonic, like Xelzaz, but DAMN is he simple sometimes lmao. He's creative, at least.

Taliesin is a character that I want to see grow---he's my butterfly. I see his exploration into Skyrim to be the caterpillar finally coming out of his chrysalis, and it doesn't matter to me if he's actually a moth. Then he's a beautiful moth with a sweet personality. I saw Dynamite124's sneakpeak at his new dialogue, and that line would actually make my face red (I barely reacted to his more scandalous dialogue lol).

I enjoy Lucien's flaws, because the nuance and the stories he both actively and passively tells are fun. Nepo baby learning how to finally make friends, and all that. I've made a whole posts about him before lol, I don't just yell at him for collecting 306 firewood.

I accidentally romanced Auri once, which was mortifying because I was still in the closet back then, and my dad was in the room. I got that 'tism rizz, ig. When more time passes, I might actually do her romance route again---just intentionally this time as someone who's now out and proud.

I also accidentally romanced Gore once, which was not my intention at all. Idk what's wrong with me, I keep on thinking I'm being platonic, then 'oops, romance.' Only reason I'm in my irl relationship is because I stumbled into it, but I actually had a crush on him back this time. I'll legit see the word 'date' and assume that it's platonic.

I like Remiel's platonic route, but I've also accidentally romanced her before. There's definitely something wrong with me lmao. She's a great character, and she's dense---just like me frfr.

Intentionally romanced Kaidan on pre-extended edition and community revoiced. Tbh, I prefer the revoiced, it's less buggy and the dialogue hits its marks better.

They're all my favorite, in some way---

Except Bishop, I tried playing with him once, years ago, after I heard some online hype about him, and I was incredibly uncomfortable as a then fresh-faced 18 year old. He reminded me too much of the lecherous men I often used to see in customer service---just with a younger face. Everything about him screams cycle of abuse, over-sexualization, misogyny, and the way he demeans the DB is disgusting. My ethics don't stand by him as a character and I really wonder what was going on in the heads of the people who made his mod.

I would like to throw in Recorder as a follower mod I enjoyed, I only ever went platonic route with her. I have heard some online criticism, but I don't know much about it tbh.

I'm planning on installing Val Serano pepper or whatever his name is. I can't remember who has interaction dialogue with him though.

Varrick is also a mod I keep on meaning to install. When I first saw the name, I got excited because I thought that someone had successfully made a functioning Dragon Age 2: Varric mod. He's the best character in that whole damn game---which he should be, cuz he's the one recounting the whole story to Cassandra. But back to the Skyrim Varrick lol. I would love to have an old man on my team, getting up to shenanigans.

Everytime I try one a new one pops up in my reccomended! So I got curious

Please reblog for a bigger sample!!!!

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snarkspawn · 5 months ago

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I really enjoy playing through tnp again like hi it's been a while

#the northern passage #interactive fiction #lea chen #the hunter #and captain the horse #userpharawee #I don't have internet atm and it's been on and off (mostly off) for a few weeks now #it's annoying for all the obvious reasons but also becauce now I'm kind of looking forward to being at work #because at least there's working wifi there #if only it weren't for the horrors (the customers) lmao #anyway sorry for the rant #I'm not far into the new and improved chapter 1 yet #because again. no internet >.> and limited mobile data #but it's been long enough since i played it that it feels like a fresh start and that's nice #realised I never drew lea so I had to change that #I also redesigned my hunter a little #not sure about the braid idk if he'll keep that lol #I also want to change his name because I was never happy with it to begin with #but I haven't decided yet to for now they're just the hunter (he/they)

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moghedien · 3 months ago

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imagine you go to a school where everyone fawns over this one girl who is like this preppy little air head who's hyper focused on her appearance and her social standing who just all of a sudden starts getting really attached to her goth roommate who does really good academically, to the point where the goth girl gets invited to go meet the president and discuss a future career in the government.

and on the day the goth roommate is leaving, the preppy popular girl has a public falling out with her boyfriend, announces to everyone she's changing her name in solidarity with her teacher who was arrested for being a radical, jumps a train heading to the capital without telling anyone she's even leaving, and then the next thing you hear about her is that she's a political prisoner being held by the secret service and her goth roommate is the most wanted fugitive in the country and is on the lam

#im saying is that there is a time jump between acts 1 and 2 of a few years at least #and I just wanna know how they managed to make Glinda NOT look suspicious as hell in that time #like it straight up looks like she tried to assassinate the wizard lmao #the only reason Elphaba looks more suspicious is because shes the one that ran and they intentionally groomed Glinda into a figurehead afte #and scapegoated Elphaba immediately #wicked #wicked spoilers #wicked part 1 #wicked movie #not actually movie specific by whatever #glinda upland #elphaba thropp

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antiadvil · 2 months ago

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hold on when did the subreddit add this rule lmao

#dnp #dan and phil #phan #someone really needs to temp ban dnp they seem to be getting a free pass on rpf just for being famous smh #i swearrrrr this was not there when i last checked #someone asked for fic recs a month ago and that didn't get removed?#lmao i kind of wonder if the post i made about how they seem to have a no shipping rule that isn't listed anywhere made them add it #though it didn't get much attention so that seems unlikely #sure whatever. i get that moderating is annoying and some stuff is just banned bc it's hard to moderate and it's not a values judgement #but i don't think rpf is particularly hard to moderate though so this seems like more of a values judgement lol #haklgsfdjadglf i mean i left the subreddit ages ago for reasons like this so #lou is loud #r/danandphil #trying to 'discourage' shipping dan and phil on a dan and phil themed subreddit is so crazy when even dnp make so much phan content #but yeah ok that explains why the rpf poll kept getting removed #EVEN WHEN IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A SCREENSHOT OF DAN'S POST #i can't evennnnnn #what is going ON in reddit phannies minds i need to study them under a microscope #this is genuinely better than an unspoken rule. i will give them that #at least expectations are clear

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Oh, for sure they shipped that kid off to Mrs. Brooks as soon as she fainted. Ben probably threw him outta the car on the way home lol. And he had definitely developed a hatred for the bedroom door 😂🩷

snorts What a good comeback, though surprised Ben acknowledged that so easily. 😝

Haha I actually gave Rehab a reread to get a feel for them again, and he grew increasingly more self-deprecating toward the end 😆 (He also knows that arguing about this with his wife who literally knows would be useless lol)

God I'm so relieved!! You had me going there for a while. 😭 But with your promise of a happy ending here I held onto my seat and kept calm.

Honestly, my heart couldn't have taken it either after everything I've put them through 🙈💕

Also I love that eating enough to feed a small army was part of her recuperation lolll. Talk about ravenous -- but I have a feeling she's craving something else now. 😏❤️‍🔥

Bahaha yes, it's been a while for both of them 😏 At least she's not a supe anymore, and Ben can relax a little more 😂🔥

LOLL honestly I'm kind of with him on that one. Why is everything labelled a "kink" nowadays? 🤣🤣🤣

Oh, so true! Thank you gramps for saying what we can't 😂 (But seriously, breeding kink used to be just baby fever. Like, am I wrong??? lol)

Wayne omggg! Seeing your note at the end, I DO remember sending you that Ask!! I'm so happy to see it done here because it's absolutely perfect for these two and this moment. Thank you for using the idea! 🥹💓 Deep down, Gramps just wants to be made love to, and you gave him his heart's desire. 😘

So happy you enjoyed what I did with it! Thank you so much for giving me that prompt, Alex!! I really could see this for them, especially since they've been more on the wilder, experimental side, so this was a nice switch and they seemed to both really need that. Not me getting sappy explaining goddamn smut lmao 😭😭

*snorts* 🤭😏 I see you, Wayne.

Also on brand that he'd be such an ungrateful whiny sourpuss on his birthday. 🙄

Ikr? 😂 And I genuinely think it was all the reasons you mentioned. Getting older, being over birthdays in general because it's been goddamn too many, and then no super blow job?! Tsk, poor man-child...

YES. I have this headcanon too, that this is the only way to manipulate him into doing what you want. Especially when he's being a prima donna. 🤣

Hahaha totally! This is why we're still the smarter gender, even though we forget feminism with SB 🤣🤣

GOD he's so dumb for this loll. That's actually a really cute way to tell hubby you have a bun in the oven. 🥹

I broke down laughing writing this because I could see him totally not catching on 😂😂 (Also when has that man actually ever seen a pregnancy test from this century? lol)

But I thought the idea was sweet. I've seen a couple of people do this in reels over the years, and men generally take forever to read a test correctly (and its implications lol). I swear the video I made of my husband still makes me laugh so hard because he had no fucking clue what I was trying to tell him 🤣🤣

(And I have a few more drabbles planned for them, including Benny 🥰)

Thank you so much for reading and all your sweet comments, friend!! 🥹🩵🩷 I honestly can't wait for a little reading break after this and dive into your HC about Man Flu because I feel that title in my bones lmfao 😂

Lover – Part 3

Series Summary: Free from his past, Ben’s trying to move on and find a little drop of happiness in this new world. But when he finally holds everything he ever wanted in his hands, it threatens to slip through the cracks, and he has to fight one final time with everything he’s got to keep it.

🫡 Catch up here! Sequel to Rehab & Video Games.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ due to language & mature themes, established relationship, Soldier Boy x wife!reader, human!Soldier Boy, the fluffiest of fluff, the smuttiest of smut (watch out for the breeding kink lol) 😉

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day to you all, loves! 💕 Thank you so much for all your wonderful comments over the last few days. I've seen and appreciate them all and will catch up with you guys over the weekend 🥰 For now, excuse this poor mama, 'cause she is fucking beat 😂

Enjoy the happy end 🩵

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Part 3: Lovestruck

Three fucking days he had waited in front of that goddamn door.

He slept in front of that door, ate in front of that door, and he silently panicked in front of that door. He hated that fucking door, had raging murder fantasies about it, but he never, ever opened said fucking door, no matter how much his fingers were twitching. Mostly because every time his hand did wrap around the knob, she’d yell at him to ‘stay the fuck out.’

Ben only unwillingly complied.

But when the quiet came and all other noises stopped, he finally dared to set a foot inside. The bedroom looked normal, even if disarrayed – but the bathroom surely needed a fucking remodel.

All that remained of their bathtub was a solidified puddle of acrylic. There was also a hole in the floor – burned right through the tiles. He’d wondered why it’d been so cold in there till he'd noticed the giant hole in the wall too that gave a perfect view of their backyard. But he found Y/N resting and curled up on the cool, white tiles – alive.

His heart might have fucking soared higher than an eagle.

When Ben asked her how she felt, she only replied with “Like I fucking survived D-Day.”

At that, Ben had snorted and said, “At least one of us did.”

And when they were both sure the worst was over and she wouldn’t turn the car into bubbling liquid as well, Ben finally drove her to a hospital. She was still weak, mostly from not eating a thing in four days. The doctors thought she must’ve had a severe case of the flu, gave her an IV drip with plenty of nutrients, and then released her after a few tests.

She’s been exhausted since then, drifting in and out of dreamland as he holds her in his embrace. She begins to stir again, and soon enough, she glances tiredly up at him through her eyelashes and gives him a lazy smile when she realizes he’s still here, exactly where he was hours ago when she last woke up.

“How late is it?” she asks and stretches a little in his arms but only ends up snuggling closer to him.

“Close to three,” he replies, and judging by the darkness outside their bedroom window, she guesses he doesn’t mean in the afternoon. “How are you feeling?”

Y/N almost breaks a smile. She can’t remember if he had ever asked this much about her well-being before. Her little brush with death might have shaken his steeled core more than she’d initially figured, and her heart swells slightly at the thought.

Sometimes, she still thinks he only keeps her around because he doesn’t know any better. It’s like getting an abused dog from the shelter – you never know if they really love you or if they only tolerate you because you’re nice enough to feed them.

He’s a creature of habit, after all.

But the affection and genuine worry gleaming in his pine green eyes tells her he might see more in her than that – whatever the hell that is.

“Better.” She nods, letting her fingers trace patterns around the golden freckles on his chest. Much better, she thinks as she feels the familiar heat pool between her legs. She bites down on her lower lip and presses herself closer to his perfectly toned and muscular body. It’s been too long since she’s worshipped every fucking glorious inch of him. “I think the fried chicken and noodles helped,” she adds with a small grin.

He chuckles – but not at her words. He can feel how she’s rubbing her thighs together now to get a little friction.

“Oh, I’m sure the burger, fries, sushi, and tacos helped, too,” he teases her. He came this close to entering her in one of those eating competitions as he watched her empty take-out container after container.

“Don’t forget the churros.” She giggles, and on cue, she rolls fully on top of him and straddles his waist, spreading featherlight kisses along the paths her fingers trailed.

“Not surprising. I already know how much you can stuff in that fucking mouth, doll.” Ben’s wide smirk is full of pride, and it causes her to giggle.

To make his point even clearer, his massive hands smooth down her sides and grip the globes of her ass, grinding her core against his proudly standing member. She mewls into the crook of his neck when she feels how fucking hard he is already. He lets out a grunt that carries the same desperate need to be inside of her as two of his thick fingers delve into her tight channel without much of a warning.

“Fucking drenched,” he mutters appreciatively as she arches her back with another moan on top of him. His free hand winds itself in her hair, giving it a slight tug that parts her lips with a pleasurable hiss as he drags her closer to his face. His amusement doesn’t fade, though, nor do his fingers in her pussy as he works her into a frenzy. “Sure you’re ready enough for the big guns, baby girl?”

She giggles breathily at his relentless teasing. “I’m literally about to come any second now,” she replies, soon followed by a harsh bite of her lip when his calloused thumb finds her clit. “Fuck…”

“Oh, I don’t think you fucking are.” Ben smirks and withdraws his fingers from her heat in the same breath. He laughs a little when she falls against his chest with a whimper of real loss.

Her hand finds his length between their burning bodies and wraps around it, already dragging his tip through her dripping folds. But Ben only entertains her plans for a second before snatching her wrist and pulling her away from him.

She whines this time and looks up at him. “Dear God, what do you want?” A laugh rumbles through his chest at the exasperation on her face. “I’ll do anything you want, anywhere you want. Just tell me. What’s Soldier Boy’s deepest, darkest fantasy, huh?”

Ben knows she’s teasing him, and a smile of amusement twitches on his lips, but a part of him actually seriously considers her question.

“What?” Her brow knits curiously as she observes the contemplative purse of his pillowy lips. “It’s okay. You can tell me,” she assures him and grins cheekily. “How fucking dirty is it?”

Ben swipes his tongue over his teeth and subtly swallows the lump in the back of his throat. He doesn’t reply instantly, however, pulling her ear to his lips as he whispers his little wish.

When he’s done, she blinks at him in surprise (and a hint of amusement). She certainly hasn’t expected that, but she places a loving kiss on his lips. The asshole can be charmingly sweet once in a blue moon.

“You sure about that?” she checks, but her tone is more than a little teasing. “There’s a lot of kinks to pick from.”

“Why does your generation always have to label fucking everything? It’s fucking sex. That’s it.” He huffs a bit too defensively, and she tries her best to muzzle her laugh. “What’s fucking wrong with it?”

“Nothing,” she assures him, giggling, and tries to soothe the furious lines of offense on his brow with little kisses. “It’s just surprising. It’s usually what super-old, married couples do.”

“Well, there you go,” he retorts. “I’m super fucking old and married. You’re gonna keep fucking chit-chatting or are you gonna do it now?”

“Fine, I’ll make love to you,” she relents with a smirk as she voices his little secret out loud.

“Jesus fuck!” He throws his head back into the pillow with a theatric eye roll.

His patience has run out. He grabs her fast and rough and flips them both over in a blink of an eye, her back landing in the plush mattress with a bubble of giggles. His weight presses down on her and deliciously threatens to squeeze the air from her lungs.

“Let me show you how it’s fucking done, my love,” Ben says with a cocky smile and begins to ravage a path of destruction down her throat. She’s sure she’ll be more colorful than a rainbow in the morning.

His teeth nib on her skin, hands pawing at the only clothing item that still covers her body from him, soon tearing the shirt over her head. His mouth stops attacking her clavicle then, green eyes focusing on her tits with a rising smirk.

“There’s my girls. Daddy’s home…”

Before she can even reply with a laugh at his comment, his mouth is swallowing her left tit, tongue roughly swirling over her nipple till it peaks against his wet muscle. She moans and arches off the mattress when his other hand massages, palms, and squeezes her other breast with the same fervent hunger.

Her hands find purchase on his strong upper arms, bicep flexing underneath her pads. His mouth devoutly licks lower and lower down her belly. She can feel his smirk rise against her skin the further he travels before his tongue dives straight into her folds.

“Fuck!” Her hips instantly buck forward, everything below her belly button clenching at the welcome intrusion.

And God, that man is skilled when it comes to sex. If he takes nothing else in his life seriously, this is his goddamn Olympics. He always gives it his all, just aiming for that gold medal over and over again.

It’s why she honestly forgives him for most of the shit he does or says, and she’s pretty sure he knows it, too.

His arms wrap around her thighs and pull her even closer against his sinful mouth. Her ankles cross behind his head, calves resting on those broad shoulders that seem to be made just for that purpose. Her toes tease his scalp, scratch the back of his head that cause little groans of his against her center that sound both submissive and primal, as if it's the most natural thing to give his everything to her.

His nose deliciously rubs her clit, and then the bastard fucking inhales and sucks the air right out of her when his lips seal around her bundle of nerves. She cries out his name, her cunt clenching with aching emptiness.

“Don’t worry. I know what you need,” Ben hums against her mound and shoves two thick fingers into her wet channel. “So fucking tight. You think you can take three? It’s been a while. Gotta get you into shape again…”

Fucking Olympics.

His digits then pump her so purposefully, mouth sucking her so religiously, she soon soars so fucking high she can see fucking Cupid himself. Her head falls back into the clouds when that fucking arrow hits, and she falls apart under his binding spell.

She thinks she might have passed out there for a second or two. When she steals a glance south, he still works her zealously through her glorious high as her pussy grips his fingers so tight she’s baffled they don’t break.

If she still had been a supe, they would’ve have.

And my God, she knows Ben’s never wasteful, not with his drugs nor with her arousal, but the way his tongue cleans her and licks his own fingers reaches a new level of obscenity she hasn’t witnessed before.

He acts like he’s been fucking parched for decades, and her juices are the elixir of life.

Then, when there's not a drop left to drink, and only then, does he decide to resurface with the laziest and proudest fucking smirk she’s ever seen. He leans so close to her face their foreheads touch, and she can smell her own scent in his glistening beard before he makes her taste herself, too.

“You’re still the same shithead.” She smirks breathlessly, her tits heaving as she breaks from the kiss. His chuckles fill her soul. She cards her fingers through his beard and brushes the hair back that falls into his mesmerizingly green eyes. “You’re gonna make love to me now?”

A smile widens on his plump and swollen lips, even at the hint of teasing in her voice, but he doesn’t respond with words, only nods and claims her lips in a blazing kiss. He angles his hips between her thighs then and spreads her legs further apart as they secure around his middle.

His lips leave hers and force her eyes open, staring straight into his. There’s an abundance of devotion and love in the lush greens that fill her heart. He makes her fucking feel it – every goddamn thing she is to him.

She feels his love when their fingers interlace and he pins them above her head. She feels his dedication with every thick, long inch he pushes inside of her. And she feels his fucking loyalty with each deliberate stroke.

He doesn’t rush, even keeps the dirty talk to a minimum. This is just for her.

It’s his fucking Olympics.

But most of all, she sees their vows shimmering in his eyes and knows he’ll never fucking break them.

“I love you,” she moans breathily into his ear, wounding herself tighter around him. She’s fucking close, ready for that next arrow with his name on it to pierce right through her heart.

He smirks a little in response, like he’s been waiting to hear it first. “Trust me. I fucking love you more,” he says, voice husky and thick with love. He emphasizes his promise with a snap of his hips, driving his cock right against her cervix. “Gonna pump a full fucking load deep into that little pussy till you’re fucking knocked up with a whole litter.”

Fucking shit. That should not turn her on as much as it does, but it’s hard to goddamn deny it when she comes right then and there as soon as he’s finished that filthy sentence.

“That’s it. Fucking milk my cock,” Ben rasps into her ear and feels his balls tighten when her pussy quakes around his shaft. “Like a fucking faucet,” he murmurs appreciatively and sucks marks into her neck. He’s missed making her his work of art, too.

When he spills his seed into her, hot and raw, he ensures their eye contact never breaks. He wants her to see what she’s fucking doing to him, how he falls apart just for her, too.

Two months later…

“What the fuck is taking you so long?” Ben stretches his neck and tries to peer into the kitchen. He begrudgingly eyes the green, glittery party hat on the dining table in front of him. “‘M not putting the fucking hat on, by the way.”

“Dude, you think it’s fucking easy lighting 108 candles on a fucking cake?” she retorts from the kitchen with a bit of bite before she strolls out with a sort of wonky buttercream cake, but the smile on her face is even brighter than the million candles.

“There’s no fucking way you put 108 candles on there,” Ben scoffs and grumpily crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back with a creak in his chair.

He’s been a bit of a party pooper all day. It also didn’t help when their son pointed that out at breakfast.

However, Ben probably shouldn’t have replied with: “Yeah, you would be too if your wife said no to blow.”

And yup, you bet your ass he woke her up bright and early in the morning, requesting she’d lick the snow off his dick. He’d termed it a super blow job and was rather disappointed when she'd declined.

“No, but I managed to get 53 on there, so it’s an A for effort,” she replies patiently. God, she needs so much fucking patience every day, but especially today.

“What fucking hippie school did you go to, huh?” Ben huffs and only encounters an annoyed frown when he looks at her.

“Blow out your fucking candles and make your wish, caveman,” she orders him dryly.

With a pissy eye roll, he does, puffing the life out of each little flame. “Are we fucking done with this now?”

Just then, the oven timer goes off, and Y/N straightens in the seat across from him.

“Uh, almost,” she says. “Got something in the oven. Can you check?”

“It’s my fucking birthday. How about you check yourself?” he retorts like a fucking princess.

“Ben, c’mon, I just spent six hours in the kitchen, baking you that cake,” she argues.

“Surprising it took six hours for this fucking thing,” Ben mutters, and she’s about to goddamn choke him.

Patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue…

“Baby, please, my feet hurt really bad.” She pouts, and he finally gets up with a deep sigh. She smiles wickedly.

“The oven isn’t even fucking on!” Ben yells soon from the kitchen. “And there’s nothing fucking inside!”

“Are you sure?” she acts as best as she can. “I thought I put something on the baking sheet.”

She listens to the clattering metal before a beat of silence follows. She’s sure his brows are densely knit in confusion (and frustration) at this point.

“What the fuck is this? Why would you put a fucking plastic stick in there?” The question finishes when he returns to the dining room, a small, white stick still in hand. He then holds it to his nose. “Why the fuck does it smell like piss?”

“Because I fucking peed on it,” she responds but sees he’s still not fully catching on.

“Ew! Why the fuck would you put that in the fucking oven?!” His brow furrows so comically she tries her hardest to stifle her laughter.

God, she hopes the kid gets her brains.

“Why is there a fucking smiley on it?”

“Because you’re supposed to be fucking happy, you moron,” she says.

“Why would I be fucking happy over a piss stick? Not exactly the fucking Rolex I wanted, is it?”

“Ben.”

His green eyes narrow at her and then blink. “Wait…”

“Yup.”

“Are you–“

“Yup.”

The stick in his hand drops to the floor before he scoops her up into his arms so fast she feels slightly dizzy from the motion. Happily, her legs wrap around his waist and arms lock behind his neck. She kisses him deeply, and he kisses her back with the same passionate devotion.

He squeezes his eyes shut a little tighter, forcing the tears to stay in, but she can still see the remnants of them when she draws back from his lips.

“I’m pregnant,” she says in case he still needed the verbal confirmation.

“Best fucking birthday ever,” he replies, swallowing the fucking lump in his dry throat.

She grins mischievously. “Told you it would be a good one, but no super blow jobs for a while.”

He snorts a chuckle. “Got it. I’ll take the regular ones, too.”

Ben once used to hate everything, his heart, much like the Grinch’s, a few sizes too small for anything else. But now, there’s barely enough space in his chest to contain it all. These days, he certainly considers himself a lover of all things life has to fucking offer.

The End 💕

Didn't I fucking say I would fix it?! Well, there ya go! Sid and Nancy got a happy end 🌅❣️

Do you guys think Ben wished for a baby or a fucking Rolex when he blew out those candles? 😂

(@zepskies 💜 – Not sure you remember this, but you sent me this ask for Dirty Drabbles about a year ago lol: What if Ben's girlfriend/wife/partner agrees to help fulfill one of his dirty fantasies. She's fully prepared for it to be insane (a la Ben), but what he requests is actually something surprisingly sweet (in its own way lol) And I immediately had this for this miniseries in mind! It fit those two perfectly!! 🥰🫶)

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