#but the thought wouldn't leave my head

[devon-shire]

uhhh

something something about peter's functional immortality vs hobie being fated to die young

something about a supernova lasting a few months, barely a second compared to the length of time of the vast, and cold neverending expanse of the universe

[canisalbus]

[gratuiciel]

do u think they ever caught each other at some point

[theminecraftbee]

So, here's the thing:

Tango knows that Zedaph is this close to staging an intervention.

He lies against the wiring for Decked Out and stares at the ceiling. He should probably be more concerned about that. Early-season Tango would be concerned about that; a situation getting bad enough that Zedaph, of all people, is ready to stage an intervention is normally a sign it's gotten pretty dang bad. But he's close. He's so close. And it's not like he's worried, not anymore.

He'd been worried, once? Like, he'd been scared, at some point of what the Frozen Citadel was starting to do to him. But now that he's there--

If he's asked, Tango will say it's mutualism, and not elaborate, because if anyone stages enough of an intervention to stop Decked Out from finishing what it's started, he's probably going to scream. He's probably going to always wonder. Worst of all, he won't finish the game on time. So like, so what if it's eating him a little? Or a lot? Or basically completely, given that he's pretty sure the damage is irreversible at this point?

Anyway, it doesn't matter. Start of the season Tango probably would care more, but like, it's mutual. Decked Out gets to eat Tango. Use him as an appropriate game piece. Sometimes as a processor. To do repairs. Whatever. It's important for the whole process. And Tango gets a sick game. Which, for some, sounds like an absurd trade-off, but it's not just the game, okay?

It's not just--

If it were just "I need to let my accidentally very sentient and very large base eat me to finish the game", he might do it? But he wouldn't, like, be actively conspiring to hide the fact that he's starting to be physically incapable of breathing like, normal oxygen and stuff. He wouldn't be conspiring to hide just how literal the shop item allowing you to control the gamemaster is. He wouldn't be trying to hide how close he is to just--being another part of Decked Out. Not being a "Tango" as an individual, but being a part of the machine. Basically a really fancy redstone component.

If it were just "he's really proud and he'd be sad if it took longer", he wouldn't have hung a sheep on the outside of the building to make sure some part of Decked Out knows that Zedaph is its friend, once there isn't a Tango to remind it of that properly. He would have asked Zedaph to actually do that intervention he's planning.

He didn't. He acted like he had several more weeks than he probably did. But it's fine. Decked Out ate the fear, anyway, so he can't feel it, and whatever sense of desire to like, not be redstone component was probably eaten also, and. And.

He's not sure how to describe it in a way that doesn't make him sound insane, but--

It's so close. Decked Out is so close to eating him completely. And that should be terrifying, if that weren't the first thing that got dissolved away, if he hadn't been scared since forever. Maybe, somewhere, there's part of him that is scared. There's a lot of him that knows he should be.

But those moments, the ones he's having more and more, where he forgets he's Tango. Where he forgets he's anything but part of the machine. And he's part of something big, and great, and he has a specific use, and he's aware for all of it but not aware of being himself, and he can feel exactly how he's important to the great machine and he does his job and absolutely everything else fades away entirely and he is the Game Master and even that's not an individual identity it's part of a whole it's part of something beautiful it's part of something so, so alive while not being alive at all and, and then--and then he's not done being eaten yet. And the Tango comes in. The fear, the insecurity, the, the flaws.

And he'd just lie there, and he'd feel it. The almost-just-a-part. The sense of just--being, and not being anyone in particular, but being. The lack of self. He'd feel the voltage from the redstone wires and try to capture it again, and be unable to, not on his own.

Not while he's left as Tango, at least a little bit uneaten.

So. Uh. He told you he didn't know how to describe it without sounding insane. But he'll never forgive himself. Never forgive himself if he doesn't find out what happens when it's done. What it's like to just--be a part of Decked Out and nothing else. What it feels like to give in completely.

Therefore. Zedaph. Intervention. Pretend he's better than he is so Zedaph doesn't do that. It shouldn't be long now. The amount of time he's aware and Tango is--less. The amount of fear is--it's entirely gone now. The amount he thinks "gee beginning of season Tango would say this is a bad plan" is almost zero.

The game is almost ready to open.

If he can just hold out that long, then there won't be anything anyone could do.

They'll be too busy having fun with the game, anyway. With any luck, no one will notice.

[topazshadowwolf]

Nightmare, introduces himself and his gang to a new, potential ally.

Nightmare: By now you know who I am. *Points with a tentacle at Killer* This is my second in command, Killer. Despite his behaviors and mannerisms, he is reliable in completing whatever task I ask of him.

Killer: hiya! *twirling a knife*

Nightmare: ... be mindful when he is bored. Killer tends to like being active. *Pointing at Dust* This is Dust, my third in command. Do not even think of getting anything past him. He is very observant.

Dust: *Just shrugs*

Nightmare: He is also fairly quiet and falls asleep easily...*Points at Horror next* Here is Horror. He is the finest tracker in all the multiverse, an excellent cook, and the muscle of this team.

Horror: hello, pal. *grinning*

Nightmare: Do not turn your back on him or enter a dark room and turn on the lights without looking for him first. Horror is rather fond of 'jump scares.' *Points at Cross* Now lastly, we have Cross. He is the youngest of this group, but a very skilled fighter. Cross is also the more polite and civilized one here.

Cross: *smiles a waves* (thinking to self: please leave it at that. please just leave it at that)

Nightmare: *Naturally does not leave it at just that* He also is the winner of a 2023 Sexyman poll among AU Sanses that thousands of mortals voted on.

Cross: *Dying of embarrassment* boss... why...?

Nightmare: Take pride in your accomplishments, Cross.

[ibrokeeverything]

Eating as grief. Eating extra for those that are gone. Eating so you don't have to look at the excess portions in their absence. Eating a souvenir snack as proof that someone was actually there with you. Eating to remember the flavor that someone brought into your life.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I'm not a huge fan of the Tazercraft mental link headcanon (it's just not my cup of tea personally), HOWEVER—

I can't stop thinking about Pac in Alcatraz with his back to the wall as Cell approaches him with a cold smile on his face and a bloody knife in one hand, and Pac completely blocking Mike out because he knows something terrible is about to happen, and if he can't save himself then maybe he can at least spare Mike the graphic gory details.

And even when he’s lying on the cold concrete floor in a pool of his own blood, Pac is still trying to block everything out so he doesn't project his pain to Mike through their mental link. But ultimately, that's what scares Mike the most — the sharp flash of Pac's terror for an instant, and then silence.

[ink-going-insane]

"Hey can I play Muse Dash?" "We have Muse Dash at home." Muse Dash at home:

[ibe-ok]

Trollex and Trollzart is like the Trolls equivalent of Octavia and Vinyl from My Little Pony Friendship is Magic.

[triglycercule]

horror's jacket fluff has probably accumulated so much DISGUSTINGNESS over 7 years in it that it's managed to acquire it's own signature Dog Smell (TM). however i think this would be a prime opportunity to pet him and then get some of that disgusting smell on you because for some reasons Dog Smell is just unavoidable when you pet a dog with a lot of hair

he'd hate it but awww awww whos a good boy (ﾉ´∀｀*) whos a good boy (*≧∪≦) YOU ARE!!! awww so cute you didn't commit all those murders against innocent people you were innocent (￣▽￣)／ such a good boy!!!! (gets beheaded) (he got too embarrassed)

[pastelsapphy]

he's trying

[effervescentvampire]

Kind of weird rereading twilight after almost ten years and realizing the story is fucked up on so many more levels than I was previously aware of

[calamitoustide]

A REG FIC IDEA FOR COMPLEX??? oh i'm so hooked. even if it never happens it's living in my heart!!! obsessed with this song

YES! oh my god I've been thinking about this fic forever every time that song comes on I'm thinking of my Reg... my poor baby is going through it

It would've been a jegulus fic but it's also not the complete focus of it. It's more on Regulus because James is not the guy the song is talking about. Whenever I listen to the song I see a Regulus who just left his parents and who is left outside like a stray dog just clinging onto anything he can. He's stoic and acts like he's got all his shit together but he doesn't. When he leaves his parents I see himself immediately attaching himself to the first person who shows him any kind of affection. That person is an older guy he met and no matter how many red flags are clearly visible he doesn't see any of them. That guy is giving him affection, and a kind of attention he never got before, everything else goes away.

All his friends hate him but Regulus doesn't see that, he thinks he's a good guy and he starts pushing them away because of it. He isolates himself with the "one good thing he has" even if that one good thing really isn't that good at all.

The gist of the fic would be Regulus being found by Sirius and them reconnecting again. Sirius hates Regulus' boyfriend but is at first too scared to say anything because he thinks he'll lose him. So he let's it continue there's nothing else for him to do. He just has to watch Regulus be miserable and not even know it. Regulus looks at his boyfriend like he hung the moon, but he's just not a good guy. They fight all the time and Regulus just let's him win the arguments and let's him get away with things because he's so scared of abandonment.

James comes in at the same time as Sirius. A recent addition to my little idea in my head is that James is Regulus' childhood best friend, so when he comes back they're very affectionate with each other. Which Regulus' boyfriend doesn't like so Regulus does push James away throughout the fic, but they always come back together. James loves Regulus the way he deserves it. It's not about their relationship, and yet it is at the same time. It's a little hard to explain the concept of it. They are a focal point but it's more about Regulus' self journey instead. It's about him realizing he deserves more than what he has.

I just get stuck on the lines, "but I'm wearing his boxers I'm being a good wife... I need him like water he lives on a landslide I cry in his bathroom he turns off the big light." I think of a Regulus who has no sense of self. As the fic goes on he looks at James and he sees the differences. He starts to slowly realize he doesn't deserve this and it's fucking terrifying to him. There's a small part of him who still thinks his boyfriend is a good guy, he wants to believe in him because otherwise what's the point? He left his parents for him. I can see him talking to James, and he's crying after a fight and he's just repeating through his sobs, "He's a good guy, you know, he's a really good guy." Just trying to convince James, and even more himself that it's true.

There are also just little pictures in my head of Regulus always calling James whenever he's upset. Like they've just had a fight and Regulus is crying on the bathroom floor so he calls James, and he comes, fixes him up, and carries him to bed. He tucks him in and stays with him until he falls asleep.

But then there's also James' perspective because he's madly in love with Regulus and will do anything for him, but he's being led on by Regulus still being with his boyfriend. Regulus is emotionally cheating with James and it's slowly breaking James down but he stays anyway.

I'm talking a lot and it's really just a vibe and not an actual concrete idea but like does any of that make sense 😭 do you see the vision because I do it's all I think about

[kakusu-shipping]

Little brain rattle fic sense I let myself get dragged into the pit

Technically a self insert fic sense I am the Crying Child but not canon to my story or anything, just an interaction that won't leave my brain that I can't comic out for whatever reason. Can be read as any other version of CC.

Oswald quickly slammed the door of the arcade behind him and took in a deep breath before holding it. He listened closely as the mechanical footsteps of the yellow bird echoed in the hall behind the door, slowly going further... further.....

Oswald released his held breath and sank to the floor, glad to not have been seen, but still stressed. So of course, when the sound of quiet crying suddenly hit his ears, it's no surprise he tensed up yet again.

The source of the sound was another kid, smaller than Oz, curled up under the calendar. His hair was a mussy mop of light brown, his eyes were overflowing with tears and tucked behind a thick pair of retro glasses. His face was half buried in a yellow teddy bear he was gripping tightly to himself.

"H-Hey... Are you... okay...?" Of course he wasn't, Oswald thought as soon as the question left his mouth, none of the kids here were.

The kid didn't answer, he didn't even look up, he just continued to cry near silently. Oswald moved a little closer and reached out to him.

"It's gonna be okay... I'll help you escape." He attempted. Still no response. He might be in shock, it might be a bad idea to touch him. Oz retracked his hand and thought before speaking again.

"I'm looking for my dad," He slowly sat next to the kid, careful not to make too much noise.

"Your... dad...?" The kid finally spoke, still not looking up. His voice was shaky, and muffled by the bear, making him appear even smaller than he did already. It had a slight accent to it Oz didn't recognize.

"Yeah, he was captured. He's wearing a blue shirt and has brown hair. H- Have you seen him?"

The kid lifted his head slightly and turned to look at Oz, his brown eyes looked almost red in the dim lighting, or maybe it was all the crying.

"Did your dad... become the Golden Rabbit...?"

"The golden...?" Oswald paused at the question, then tensed up, eyes going wide as it dawned on him, "YES! Yeah he- He's been replaced by a big yellow robot rabbit! How'd you...?"

He trailed off, the boy next to him shifted, hugging his teddy bear tighter.

"My dad did too...." Tears welled in the child's eyes again, Oswald again reached out to comfort him, but he moved away before he could. "I don't know why... He just... stopped being my dad..."

Oswald watched as the kid once again started to cry, silent tears streaming down his face. He thought about his own dad, and the imposter at home, and how much smaller the kid next to him was. He gripped tightly to the sleeve of his jacket, then placed a hand on the child's shoulder.

"Don't worry, I bet that monster has your dad and my dad locked up in the same place. I'll save them both so don't... cry....?"

Oswald looked to the child, and found his hand resting firmly on the shoulder of the empty suit he'd hidden in at the start of this whole fiasco.

"Where did he-?" But Oswald didn't get to finish that thought, as the aforementioned monster suddenly burst into the hall from the party room, pausing just long enough to screech before lunging, which was just enough time for Oz to scrambling himself off the floor and to the southern door into the party hallway.

Questions could wait, he had to get somewhere to hide.

[vorish-wonderland]

One day, as Ace is explaining to you the... stranger parts of his world, you chime in and explain some strange parts of your world. Afterwards, Ace makes a bet with you...

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, pred y/n

★✦I Did It!✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

"So yeah, people just sorta... eat people sometimes." Ace explained to you. "It's less common with humans, but it still happens." He sighed.

"Oh! That happens in my world too!" You told him.

"Wait, really? I thought it was a weird thing... oftentimes humans have to use magic and potions to do that here." His eyes drifted away from you.

"I'm gonna guess human biology is a bit different here, huh?" You laughed to yourself. "I haven't exactly... done it myself, but it's pretty normal where I live."

Ace suddenly smirked, and pointed at someone.

"Y'see Floyd over there?" Ace pulled out his wallet. "50 marks says you can't eat him~"

You paused.

...you do REALLY need some money right now...

"100 says I can." You winked.

"Fine then. If you can eat Floyd, I'll give you 100 thaumarks. But I doubt you can~" Ace smirked.

Ace patted you on the back as you made your way towards Floyd.

Are you really about to do this? You're not sure if you even can...

But you'll get good money if you do...!

"Hey, Floyd, how's it going...?" You nervously asked.

"Heya Shrimpy, Crabby, what's up~?"

"Could I... uh, see your hands?" You asked.

"Eh? Well, sure, I guess..." He said, presenting his hands. "But I don't see why. Is this some human thing or whatever?"

You grabbed his hands and placed them in your mouth. You were already kind of regretting this...

You swallowed, and Floyd gave you a surprised look.

Wow, that... that really hurts... and some people do this for FUN?! You could never.

"...so uh... whaaaaat're ya doing, Shrimpy...?"

You swallowed again, very nearly gagging.

Come on, you have to do this...

"What are you doing." Floyd demanded.

You grabbed his head.

...this is probably going to be the hardest part...

You pushed his head into your mouth. Trying not to make any pained sounds, you swallowed his head entirely. Your not sure how you were even able to manage that. Money is a powerful motivator, you suppose.

"I'm gonna lose this bet, huh?" Ace sighed.

You fell backwards onto the ground as you tried your hardest to keep going.

Once you got past his chest, Floyd really started panicking. He was kicking his legs and flailing around... you're SO glad he's not in his merform right now. If he was, he'd probably be using his tail to choke you or something...

You tried to hold his legs steady, which didn't help much, but at least it did something.

And slowly, in went the rest of his legs.

And then, finally, all of him was inside of you. You let out a sigh of relief as tears rolled down your face from the pain you were just in.

"Alright... g-give me the money, Ace..." You demanded.

"What the hell?! Aren't you in pain right now????"

"A lot. Now I... I-I ate him, so give me the money I was... p-promised."

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Floyd suddenly yelled.

"P-please don't hurt me! I'll be letting you out!" You insisted. "A-Ace made a bet with me... and now, because I ate you, I'm getting 100 thaumarks...!"

"Ohhhh, so Crabby put you up to this~?" He asked. "Well then, I guess I'll have to do this to him later, I think he deserves this."

"What?! I-I'm not the one who ate you!!" Ace yelled.

"Yeah, but you're the one who put Shrimpy up to this... so! Pay Shrimpy that money you promised them and then start running. You're not going to be able to hide from me, but it'll be fun to chase you~!"

...

Ace didn't end up paying you anything.

Absolutely nothing.

[justreckin]

“Not my first rodeo, Sess.  Or should I call you Q?”

            “Q?” the demon reeled back, yanking the contract from her hand.  A moment later his face was centimeters from hers, squinting fiercely.  Recognition seemed to dawn on him and his mouth fell open in delight, “Well I’ll be.  It’s Commander, isn’t it?  Commander Una Chin-Riley?  You always were Kathy’s favorite.”

            Eve blinked, “Do I want to know who that is?”

            “Oh, delightful woman, I assure you.”  Suddenly his face was in hers once more, “So, how did you come to be here, I wonder.”  Sesselman, Q, circled her slowly, an absolutely delighted grin on his face.  From the corner of her eye Eve caught the look on Sam’s face.  That would be something to deal with later.  “Time travel?  You Illyrians always were rather long-lived.”

            Eve grit her teeth, “I wouldn’t know.”

            “No?” Q circled her again.

            “No.”  Setting her jaw, Eve stepped right up to the demon, “But we’ve got more important things to deal with.”

            “More important?” Q glanced down at the contract in his hand, “Ah yes.  You mortals, always so serious about a little death and destruction.”

            Eve arched an eyebrow, “So if I make a wish, are you going to follow through with it?”

            “Oh yes, yes,” Q waved a hand.  “The contract is binding.  And I always play by the rules.”

            “I’m not sure I believe that.”  Eve rolled her eyes when Q pouted, “Fine, I wish you were human.”

            “Haha!  Wrong—wait, human?”  Q whimpered a little, a fiery orange glow bathing the demon’s body.  “Starfleet,” he gasped, “Never any fun.”

            “Wasn’t trying to be.”

            Q snickered, “Well played ma chère.  Until we meet again, Commander.”  With a snap of his fingers, and a bright flash of light, he was gone.

            Eve jumped back.

            “Okay,” Sam snapped, “What was that?”

            Eve shook her head slowly, “Extra-dimensional… Y’know what?  Let’s not go there.”  She turned to cross the street.

            “Wha—wait, Eve!” Sam scrambled after her, “Eve.  How do you know that man?”

            “I don’t.”

            “That didn’t sound like a conversation you have with someone you’ve never met.  Hey,” they’d made it across the street and Sam reached out to grab hold of her, “Hey.  Eve, talk to me.  Or… what did he call you?  Commander U—”

            Eve whipped a hand up, “Don’t.”

            “C’mon Eve!  You’re the one who was all over me this morning about lying!  And now, what?  Twice?  In one day?”

            “I’m not lying!” she snapped.  “I’m not,” she repeated at his skeptical look.  “I wasn’t lying then, and I’m not lying now.  I don’t… I have no idea what that man was talking about.”

            “You knew enough to call him something completely different—”

            “You’re right, I did.  But Sam, I don’t have answers to your questions.  For either of us.”