#but yeah its kinda obvious that that’s not what it was intended to mean

[sorikufeels]

I wasn't very active in the fandom when KH3 had just come out, but I do remember a lot of stupid takes... So I believe OP was referring to people saying that Riku "forgave Ansem SoD" and how all the bad guys are getting redeemed left and right, including SoD. And how the heroes just waved off everything bad the villains have done.... That kind of stuff. It was a wild time.

ohh ok that makes sense! i also wasn’t active in the fandom right after kh3 came out so i don’t know much about stuff that happened during that time, so thanks for explaining! <3

but yeah that,,, certainly is a take,,,

[satanghulu]

21 QUESTIONS

✦ PAIRING: satan x g!n reader ✦ SUMMARY: coffee shop au kinda, idk how to summarise this either lmao but its just fluff don't worry ✦ WC: 1.1K

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“So where are you from?”

What was supposed to be an innocuous question sent the blond-haired man into a spiral.

“Devildom.”

“What kind of people do you like?”

The washcloth you were using to wipe the coffee mug stopped in its motion as you paused, wondering if it was worth looking up. The man waits for you to answer, casting a shadow in your line of sight. 

Never mind his weird follow-up, what was up with his answer?

“Devildom?”

You pointedly ignored his question, resuming your actions. There were only a couple of things left to do, which was why Satan was following you like a puppy. You meet his gaze as he stares at you with pursed lips.

Thankfully, the morning rush had already subsided leaving only the mess of the counter behind. Thus, leading to this… conversation, you weren’t quite sure how you ended up. You were almost certain that the topic before was your evening plans after the work shift. 

“Er, I mean I was adopted. Never mind me, what are your interests?”

Your hands float in the air, startled by his declaration. With a flex of your finger, you set the clean mug at its allocated place below the counter. You pressed your lips in a tight line.

“Oh, I’m sorry for asking.” 

Your tone was polite in fear of another misstep. You lick the edge of your lips, sniffing at a thought. Satan’s eyes were still on you, piercing and bright. 

Though, how did “getting adopted” end up as “Devildom”? 

Although you had worked a couple of times with Satan, you hadn’t had much of a chance to inquire about his background. Today was a rare occasion to have a conversation that went further than pleasantries considering the usual rush during your scheduled shift.

Going forward, you decided not to ask any more questions regarding families.

“So your interests?” Satan prompted again.

“What is this? 21 questions or something?” You asked wryly, wringing the washcloth dry and turning to hang it on the sink. “I guess the standard things.” 

You weren’t quite sure what to make of his behaviour but it seemed harmless enough. It was also cute to see the frown forming on his face as you continued to avoid his questions.

“Do you want to be more specific?”

His voice rang out from the front as you headed towards the back to unpack the stock that had arrived earlier during the day. Humming an unconscious tune, you squatted down intending to lift the box.

Before you could complete the action, the blond-haired man had already picked up the box and was now awaiting your instructions. You hadn’t even heard him come up behind you. Slightly taken aback, you pointed in the direction of the cabinet situated on the left of the store.

“I guess coffee?”

You watched with a faint sense of amusement as Satan crinkled his eyebrows, decidedly not satisfied with your answer.

“I would guess so since we are working at a coffee shop.”

You nod.

“Okay, then. Well, what about you?” You spun around, looking for the caramel syrup to refill before the second batch of customers came in.

“Well, I like cats.” The blond-haired man tapped you on the shoulder, handing over the bottle to you. You looked up in mild surprise before muttering a thanks. 

“I think everyone working here knows that.”

You had started bringing a lint roller to work because of how often he came covered in fur. As a barista, it was a cleanliness concern. Nowadays, you just leave the lint roller at work so Satan can use it when both of you aren’t scheduled together.

“Yeah, I thought we were stating the obvious.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Fine, my bad. I’ll be more serious with my answer now.”

You dried off your hand with the towel placed near the sink before tugging your apron down as it had crumpled up during your entire stint.

“What kind of mannerisms do you find attractive?”

You let out a snort.

“Geez, you are persistent.”

You squinted at him and paused for a second.

 “Is there a particular answer you want to hear?”

He shrugged, miming a zipping motion and pretending to throw away the key. Satan was great at pushing and pulling with his words, as you have noticed. “I’m just curious.”

“Well, I guess it varies.” You said. A strand of hair had started itching at your nose and your facial expression twisted into a frown. Finally, after refilling the syrup, you set it back on the counter.

“This is getting nowhere.” Satan abruptly says, blocking your path to the counter. He snorts, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Are you free this evening?”

“You weren’t joking.” You huffed out, admittedly not too surprised.

The determined expression on his face was too cute. It makes you want to tease him even more. It didn’t take a genius to find out that Satan had been flirting with you but honestly, you had thought it was just a playful tidbit between coworkers.

“Sure, why not?” You didn’t have to debate too long on an answer. 

Handsome, gentle, and funny. What more could you ask for?

“Great.” You smile at him, standing a step closer.

He wasn’t moving, standing scarily still for some reason. His clear gaze made you feel nervous, but you persisted, tilting your head and waiting for him to continue.

“Would an hour be enough for you to freshen up? We can meet at 7 in front of the subway.”

“Deal.” You nodded. 

Ding!

The sound snapped you out of your reverie, noticing that a customer had come in. For a second, you had completely forgotten about your job. You brushed past Satan, intending to head to the front to serve the customer.

…?

“I’m looking forward to spending the evening with you.”

The blond-haired man had grabbed your hand. He bent down, lifting your hand to press a featherlight kiss to the back of your hand. It was a two-hit combo that went straight to your heart. 

 “I’ll take care of this customer.” 

As the ending move, he leaned forward to brush the stray hair that had been bothering you all this while. You could feel your heart splutter at the motion and instantly felt a blush rising up. 

T-this madman!

You caught sight of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips before he left and you immediately wanted to cuss him out. However, the heat staying high on your face prevented you from doing so.

Huh.

You brought up your hand for an inspection even though there was no evidence left behind. Curiously, you looked at the spot that he had kissed. 

Satan was much more charming than you had anticipated. You noted dimly.

This could be bad for your heart.

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a/n ▸ this fic is brought to you by kelo (@sheepthatgobaa) and I, you can read this post for more information lol but basically it was a "what if?" situation -> what if lucifer sent satan into the human world as punishment and then he started working at a coffee shop and then the dynamics between reader and him and it just spiralled lol. i currently don't have plans for a full fic for this btw... this just gripped me by the throat

[tornado1992]

Sonic and The Black Knight AU in which Sonic’s from that world, he’s an explorer of some sorts and he does technically live in Camelot with his brother Miles, but he spends most of his time traveling around and getting new stuff for his brother to weld and forge with.

One day while returning to Camelot and looking for minerals or cool rocks he finds a sword in a stone, great! New materials for his brother! he can surely make something better than this old blade or upgrade it.

He takes the sword out effortlessly. The sword can talk. Great(?

He brings the weapon to the town, people start to notice the obvious magical artifact and voice goes around about “the legend being fulfilled”.

Oh, that legend. Yeah, no.

He just wants to show his little brother a cool sword, not become ruler of a whole kingdom thank you very much, it doesn’t matter if he “fulfilled the sacred prophecy”, it’s just a rumor until he decides it isn’t. And he doesn’t want it to not be a rumor.

Rumors travel fast, but he is faster.

The talking sword started doubting if he was worthy of the throne after spending no more than an hour around him, not shutting up about how “you’re already running from your kingdom and you haven’t been crowned yet”. Good. Maybe he could convince the sword to tell the people he would make a terrible king if the disdain in its voice gave anything off.

They arrived at the blacksmith’s shop, his brother’s shop, he shush’s the sword down as his brother runs to hug him, instantly pulling away at the sight of the weapon, his twin tails happily wagging gentle circles behind him as he asks Caliburn (what a name) anything and everything that there is to know as a talking sword. Caliburn just asks him why does Sonic call him “Tails” (nice try of a joke mate).

The very rude sword being perplexed about how someone as “reckless and careless” as him has “such a brilliant child in his care”.

Well, not a pretty mineral or shiny rock, but a talking sword seems interesting enough to make his brother happily ramble almost all night long, taking karma in his name as he wears Caliburn’s ear(?) off as he did with him.

Well, he could tell the kid all about his latest adventure in the morning, right now he could focus on cooking his brother a new dinner dish with spices from his latest travel destiny. A small bedtime story (about the knight’s of the round table by Carliburn’s request) and a few ear scratches later and you got a snuggled sleeping fox kit ready for the night.

The sword stays near them, looking at every move Sonic made, as if analyzing him in confusion. What a rude weapon, he might not be good king material but he’s peak big brother material.

He might not have enough on him to give his brother a bigger workshop or expensive materials, but he will give him everything he has if it means keeping him happy, they may not live in a big castle or have fancy dinners every night, but he swore from the moment he met the fox that he would do everything in his power to keep him safe.

As long as his big bro was around, he would never go hungry again, he would never sleep outside again and no one would hurt him again. He won’t ever feel unloved again.

Sonic might not be able to give him the world, but he’ll give him everything else.

His little brother’s sleeping form slightly trembles in his tiny bed, curling himself in his small blanket, covering his body with his fluffy tails, (sometimes Sonic thinks he’s more “Tails than “Miles”, pun intended). it’s been kinda cold lately, their humble home not making much favors to keep them warm even with the forge still on, but he doesn’t think he’s trembling because of the cold.

It’s okay, he didn’t wanted to sleep in his makeshift bed today anyway, he’s been away from his brother for enough time and he doesn’t mind staying right beside him to fight the little fox’s nightmares away and sharing their warmth for comfort. He nuzzles beside him, the kit instinctively moving to hug him and hide his face on the crook of the hedgehog’s neck, gentle purring and soft humming filling the silence of the night.

The next morning Caliburn greets him loudly “Good morrow, king Sonic”

Hell.

He doesn’t know what could’ve changed Caliburn’s opinion on him from one moment to another, but now thanks to that he has knights kneeling before him, the royal wizard offering him their nation’s secrets, a talking sword lecturing him all day long about “a king’s duty and heart”, and the whole kingdom practically demanding him to rule.

It’s not a very tempting idea to say the least. Organizing diplomacy gatherings, hosting balls and knighting warriors is not really his thing, and hell, the kingdom wants it to be his thing.

He offers the throne to whoever wins a crusade? “the winner must defeat his majesty first”. He tries to put back the sword in the stone? “The sword chose you, my liege, it is your destiny”. He tries to show the high commands how bad of a kind he would be? “His majesty is such a humble king, even in all his might”.

So, so eager to make him king. They tried to drag him to the castle so he could “know his new home”. They offered him to make changes to royalty’s way to make it “enough of his way”. They showed him the perks of having power, “a king does as he pleases”.

But what could he really offer them as a king? He can fight bad guys and make allies for sure, but even if he wanted to, would that be enough?

He kinda regrets not spending enough time around the kingdom before, maybe if he did and the people actually knew him they wouldn’t be so insistent on him of all people being king, talking magical sword be damned.

His brother knows what’s going on, he keeps mostly quiet about it, not wanting to disturb the hedgehog with the subject when he actively is trying to avoid it, his only opinion about it being shown a few nights after his return to their home. He’s tucking the fox in for the night, Caliburn silently watching them from the other side of the room, a sleepy squeaky voice fading with a yawn in a last effort to reassure his big brother while he runs his finger’s trough the fox’s bangs.

“You could give this kingdom anything… you already gave the world to me”

That’s all it takes.

Alright, he’ll be their king, but he will not sit on a fancy chair all day, won’t have a personal army following him around and definitely won’t be educated in “proper royalty manners”, you want him to be the king? The king does as he pleases.

The high council or whatever can take care of the bureaucracy, alliances and all the boring stuff, they’ll have the control over most of the kingdom (just how they like it, right?)

His first decree? Right after his coronation, the only time he actually stays in the throne room longer than five minutes, he actually wears his crown, he’s bearing the sacred sword when he calls his brother to the center of the room “I dub thee Miles “Tails” Prower, the crown prince of Camelot”.

He’s the king now, it’s only logical for his little brother to be the prince, the crown prince, direct heir to the kingdom’s throne.

He’s the prince, and the prince can get whatever the hell he desires, so bring him all the minerals and heavy armory, and show him the secret library! Little bro needs stimulation and there’s only so much he can do with a blacksmith’s mediums. His room? Bigger than the king’s! His food? Get him all the neighbor kingdom’s candy if he asks for it! His education? Give him all the books known in the world, get him all the minerals and bring his workshop inside the castle!

What he had was enough for his little brother before, but it might not be enough for him just yet. Time to give him the world that he already promised him.

Prince Miles does have a nice ring to it.

[anonymouscheeses]

Im sorry i have to say it..: Get Your Hands Dirty sounds like a love song.

HEAR. ME. OUTT!! (No i dont mean a love song between Chloe n Ella omg 😭)

What I'm implying here is that it sounds like one of those niche high school love stories when one of the lovers(most likely a goodie two-shoes) goes to their mentor/parent/even the person their loving/etc to ask for advice on relationships. Or more specifically, if this person is worth it or even a good person. From the top of my head: I Won't Say (I'm In Love) and the goodie and the wildchild dynamic is pretty similar to Gabriella and Troy from hs musical, which iws(iil) kinda inspired this post tbh but also ive been thinking about this ever since i first watched the movie. (You plop in ur own songs, i js KNOW this trope exists)

Now that we've established the well used niche trope existing in this niche song made by the niche king that is Disney.... why do i think that Get Your Hands Dirty is a love song, i hear?

Lets analyze THE LYRIICS 😈😈

"Right and wrong, cruel and kind, who's to say?" "There's a code that I believe in."

"Robin Hood" "yeah?" "Awesome guy" "yeah!"

"Every choice, you're gonna find there's shades of grey." "There are rules for a reason!"

"So you could then cross that line, theoretically."

"You'd agree?" "But he stole for the poor."

"The decision's always up to you. When there's only one thing left to do"

"I don't know you anymore.."

Okay, so i shortened and made it tiny for obvious reasons, that bein its too long 😭 so! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS A FEEELIN?? a feelin that this is SCREAMING denial?! Its giving...

Chloe: Ellaaaa.... this girl im talkn to is SOOO HHHOOOOTT and PRETTY and cool and stuff but ugh.... SHE EEEVILLL!!

Ella: oh my gosh.. STFU. Shes prolly not even that evil ill prove it smh..

*get ur hands dirty starts playing. No exaggeration. No cap.*

"Okay, but there's some universal truths you must recognize." "Like?"

"Valiant knights, pure and good, guaranteed" "That depends on what they're fighting for"

"Creepy witches selling potions for evil deeds" "She could have kids she's providing for"

"If your good-good things will come to you"

MORE denial, Chloe wants to be friends with Red SO bad she looks stupid, but she brings herself back by trying to prove to herself that she's evil and they SHOULDN'T be that close. Which also is a big sign of comphet and heteronormativity, i would know 🧍 (which is a post for another day i might make. Prolly 2 prove that Chloe is a lesbian in deep comphet)

"But just how far do you go? How much do you compromise? Oh, tell me, how do you know. Where do you draw the line?"

"There's nothing I wouldn't do. If my heart tells me it's right. If it's for someone I love. If it's to save a life."

"To save your life."

Further deepening the trope i mentioned. The first line could be interpreted as a double meaning since the song is kind of mostly about Chloe coming to terms with the fact Red isn't really evil or as bad as she thought, plus the argument of where the line between evil and good is. It could refer to Red or Ella, maybe both, but Ella changes the meaning with her own experiences so it drifts off the focus from Red because we cant have ANYTHING 🤧 but i still believe Chloe intended it to be for Red since the entire song is really just for the progress of their relationship n stuff.

Now this could definitely all be in my head, yes, Disney would most likely NEVER canonize or even imply heavily a queer relationship or anything lgbtq on a pre established franchise (cowards.). But there is always a chance.... deep inside the dark heart of the mouse..

Plus, with the subtle hints here and there of Red and Chloe's relationship growing, romantically or not, they are still super close and love eachother alot. Chloe is js (kinda) canonically a girl kisser who cant help but find a girl kissable (same)

And don't get me started on this movie and its obsession with love and proving how it is not "ain't it". Hello...? They set the tone of love, but i see NO person close enough to Red established for this message (other than Chloe) and if they introduce some random guy in the next movies, NO ONE would care nor would they want it unless somehow its 100x better than redcharming, but thats impossible cz wlw 4 life.

So, this entire thingy is me basically finding scraps and wanting to provr that charminghearts IS canon and WILL be established soon! (Im delulu)

[biginkyboyo13]

Hello I am here to Wreck it Ralph au brainrot again, teehee

Zamn, I'm back here again.

I really love seeing people's interpretations of a redemption arc for Turbo, those are always fun, he is a silly guy (who committed countless ethical crimes). I have not read every single fanfic (and I do not plan to, oh god there would be too many), but I've read a few and boy do I love seeing creative people do their thing, hell yeah!

Be cringe, be free. Make those aus, create those ocs, make silly fanfics and amazing fanart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, here's my ramblings on a stupid au

What if they both existed?

What if you could have Turbo and King Candy and they both had their own redemption of sorts? That would be kinda neat I think....anyways, I thought too hard about this, so here we go, epic transition-

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A virus has settled itself in the depths of Sugar Rush's code room. It should be completely obvious where it came from, who caused it.

Somehow, this virus escapes the code room, hellbent on learning all it can before assimilation. Just because it's a virus, doesn't mean it's mindless after all.

Maybe it already knew about Turbo, seeing as it was probably formed because of him. Did he intend that? Probably not, but you can't expect Turbo to think about the consequences of his actions, that is literally the only thing he's incapable of doing.

People who die outside of their game are never gone. Not fully. Have they been destroyed and reduced to 1s and 0s? Yeah. But they aren't gone. They've become part of the fabric of the game, a whisper, barely a memory. But, they could be plucked out of that ocean of data.

A virus is dangerous on its own. A virus who knows how death works (or doesn't work) is even more dangerous. Point being, the virus decides it wants to have a little fun and bring back Cybug King Candy. Not to let him live, not at all. Instead, the virus is doing what it does best, and infects the host, ripping the original out and taking its place. Where does King Candy go? Between this monster's claws, where it tries to tear him apart. All it does, though, is literally tear him apart. There's two of them now, oh god.

Now you have Turbo and King Candy, and they are probably not too happy about being brought back, extracted, split in half, and probably almost assimilated into the virus.

Maybe Vanellope and Ralph were feeling especially nice that day, or maybe they were acting on instinct because there's now a much, much bigger threat, but perhaps they save these two numbskulls.

And now, they have two very, very, very big problems on their hands. There is a rogue virus in the arcade, and Turbo/King Candy are alive.

Here's some extra small ideas I had

- I think this would take place a couple years in the future. Assuming this is a universe where arcades didn't go out of business, everyone is still doing just fine.

- Debatable if Fix it Felix Jr. is still plugged in. Old game, all that. I wouldn't just immediately say it's been unplugged, but that's on my mind a little bit (they all live in Vanellope's castle, someone's got to)

- Turbo and King Candy are still total dickwads. Turbo is a brat, King Candy is also a brat. I think when separated they would clash immensely. Turbo took all the whiny, childish parts with him, as those were likely his to begin with. King Candy kept the happy, cheery, mass manipulator side.

- I will never acknowledge the sequel, Ralph is still the fun uncle/father figure for Vanellope, and Vanellope doesn't want to leave Sugar Rush. Also, Felix and Calhoun ftw

That's literally all I have rn, I haven't thought super hard about this yet, it's not great I know

That's my edgy, angsty au beginning. Will I ever do something with it? I have no clue! Perhaps it will be written on Ao3. That, or it's just gonna exist here and that's cool I think.

Anyways byyyyyye

[lazarusrisingx]

Alright so this’ll be my first official one shot for this account yippee!! Im starting off with something fluffy cause ya boi hasn’t written fan fics in quite a while (yes i was a fan fic writer before but i wanted to start over cause i abandoned that account tee hee)

summary: A fluffy one shot where sylus teaches you to ride his motorcycle and you..kinda fail at it

also for one shots i think im gonna use MC instead of Y/n as the name? if yall want me to change it for the next one just lmk.

this story also diverges from the actual lore of LADS, its mentioned theyve already had some past ‘romantic’ moments tee hee.

triggers: mentions of scrapes and blood, no serious injuries, motorcycle incident without helmet, uhhhh there isnt really anything triggering so yeah! just pure fluff and scared sylus

might be a bit ooc sylus but im tryna stay true him, also excuse my bad spelling im gonna autocorrect everything but im writing on my phone so don’t judge.

okay lets get it peoples!!

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It was a relatively nice day in the N109 zone. Crime seemed to hold itself for the crisp cool weather that decided to roll in over night. The sky was less murky grey than usual and a few patches of blue peeked through fluffy white clouds. The sun was near setting as MC and a certain silver haired man sat in his office.

“..you want to what?” Sylus asked, not looking away from a manila folder in his hands.

“I want you to show me to ride your motorcycle.” MC repeated.

The tick of the grandfather clock was the only sound that could be heard for a few moments. MC felt for a moment she might want to take back her recquest, but Sylus silently set down the folder he held and leaned back in his chair with a sigh.

He rubbed his eyes, and folded his arms, studying the girl without expression.

“If you do-“

“Your telling me the great wanderer huntress doesnt know how to ride a simple motorcycle?” Sylus interrupted. the edge of his lip quirked up in a slight smirk.

MC narrowed her eyes at him.

“Its not in the training for us to be taught to ride or drive.”

Sylus tilted his head, before speaking again.

“You mean you dont even know how to drive?” It sounded as if he was holding back a laugh.

“Will you teach me to ride or not! I can hire an instructor if you wont.” MC said, purposefully dodging the question of her driving skills.

She had thought about asking Sylus before, but lately the two of them hadnt had a single afternoon to do anything besides… questionably legal missions. It was so nice out that she thought itd be a shame to spend it in this dark and dreary office.

Sylus stood up without a word, dragging his coat off his chair and picking up the manila folder. He punched a code into one of his many safes and placed it inside for safe keeping, and went for the door.

“Are you coming? Or should i roll out a red carpet for you sweetie?”

MC stood up quickly, a smile sliding across her face as she followed him out of the room.

The two walked down the hall of his house quietly. She felt excited, and slightly nervous. Sylus didnt seem like the most compassionate teacher she couldve found. however spending money on an instructor was something she never intended to do in the first place.

Sylus glanced down at her as the two stopped by his room.

“you cant wear shorts, and I cant wear dress pants nor this shirt. Go get changed.” Sylus said as he opened the door.

MC gave him a questioning look as he opened the door for her, leaning against the wall waiting for her to enter.

“I dont have clothes here.” MC stated.

Sylus shook his head, his hand twitched and an invisible force pushed MC forward.

“I had the twins pick something up for you in case you needed to stay here for a while, itll be the third drawer from the bottom sweetie.”

the surprise on MC’s face mustve been obvious, because a quiet chuckle left Sylus.

“Dont look so surprised kitten, we work together enough that if you end up injured under my watch I’m not going to send you home to recover alone.”

“How do you even know my size in pants?” MC asked as she lifted out a pair of jeans. surprisingly they looked as if they would fit quite nicely.

Sylus leaned over her, his chest brushing over MC’s back. He was much warmer than she thought he might be, and the contact sent a slight spark of electric through her. He opened the top drawer of the dresser and produced a pair of black pants and a nice fitted black shirt for himself. MC glanced up to find Sylus peering down at her with a curious expression. Was that a smile she saw? If only for a split second. Sylus lingered against her for a few moments, pretending to look for soemthing else before taking a step back.

“I told them to look in the kids section.” He said.

MC turned to scold him, and found him unbuttoning his dress shirt, his silver hair dangled in front of his eyes as he looked down, the shirt parting just enough to expose a strong muscular chest, before MC promptly turned around her face turning bright red.

“Ill find a bathroom.” She said quietly.

“Straight ahead sweetie.”

She made a bee-line towards it, not looking back to see how Sylus’s eyes followed her, or the smirk on his face as he pulled his shirt off.

MC shut the door behind her, heart pounding in her ears. It was an odd reaction since she had seen him shirtless before. although it was different because this was unexpected.

She wiped the image from her mind and quickly got changed. Sadly, the pants fit her perfectly. MC was truly curious as to how Sylus or the twins figured out her size but it wasnt something she was ready to look into.

MC walked out from the bathroom, Sylus was dressed in all black his shirt was tight enough to show the outline of his abs, and make his arms look incredibly huge.

Sylus was finishing a message to someone on his phone. He glanced up at MC once before he finished the message.

“letting the twins know we will be out for a bit. I expect youd like to go to dinner after we are finished?” Sylus asked.

“mmm sure, I saw a hot po-“

“im picking where we eat. I dont feel like going to linkon tonight.” Sylus interrupted

He stood up and opened the door for the two, motioning for MC to walk out before him. She obliged, and the two walked in silence to his garage. Sitting in a parking spot was his usual black and red bike. The paint shiny from being newly washed, not a speck of rust nor dust decorated the expensive equipment.

“do you atleast know the basics of controls?” Sylus asked.

“theres the clutch, throttle and break. i know that much.” MC responded.

Sylus nodded, he pulled the kickstand up on the bike and began to slowly walk it towards the exit.

“Mine has some.. enhancements, so youll have to go easy on the gas. turning is fairly self explanatory. but as i said before take it very gentle. I dont want a scratch on this bike.”

MC nodded and followed behind him. She was getting nervous now, but she knew Sylus had a decent driveway that she would be able to drive around, that way she could avoid any extra cars or pedestrians. the few times she had driven a car, she had done fairly well, although went a little slower than the speed limit… by ten miles.

If anything, her only worry was annoying sylus with how careful she was!

The two walked out of the small garage and into the cool outside. wind rustled the small trees and birds chirped quietly around them.

“Get on here.”

Sylus held out his hand as he kept the bike steady. MC carefully got into the drivers seat and set her feet on the rests.

“put a foot on the ground so the bike can tilt when i let go.” Sylus said

“like this?”

MC put one foot on the ground, and Sylus let its weight rest on her. It was heavier than expected but nothing she couldnt handle. He took a step back and folded his arms.

“Turn the keys in the ignition, let it roll forward a bit so you know how itll feel.”

MC fumbled with the key for a moment and the engine roared to life. She smiled proudly, and looked to Sylus who was to focused on watching her slowly roll forward.

“Turn the gas a bit, and ride to the edge there, you dont need-“

MC thought she had pressed the gas lightly. she really did. Instead, the bike shot forward across the driveway, pointed not towards the grass, but the exit to the driveway. A scream escaped her as she pulled her foot onto the rests.

The wind ripples through her hair as she sped towards the entrance to the street, the handles wobbled in her hands, and within a second she was flung from the bike.

Metal screeched awfully on concrete as the bike was sent skidding towards her. Her body tumbled over the driveway, the rip of jeans and the feel of gravel driving into her arms didnt feel like much as she watched the bikes path heading straight for her.

MC threw up her hands, curling up expecting to be hit by the skidding motorcycle, but the impact never came.

The sound of heavy footsteps and muffled yelling made her open her eyes. Her vision was blurred, and her ears rang slightly. In front of her was a barrier of black and red smoke, instead of hitting her, the bike had been stopped not a second to soon.

“MC! For fucks sake!” Sylus yelled.

MC began to shake a bit, not from the pain in her arms and legs, nor the throbbing headache from hitting her head. She scrambled to her hands and knees. Sylus was running towards her, an unfamiliar expression on his face. His crimson eyes glowed brightly from using his evol.

“Sylus i-i didnt think itd be so sensitive!”

the barrier dissipated and MCs heart lept into her throat. the bikes previously shiny paint was nearly fully scraped clean, the seat had a few tears in it, the handles previously rubber grip was now worn down to the metal on one side. there was a bend in the rim of one of the wheels.

Tears filled MCs eyes as a mix of anxiety and fear pierced her heart. His bike was ruined! the one thing he had told her not to do was crash this, and less than a minute on it she had!

MC’s hands brushed over the ruined paint job, she barely noticed the blood dripping from her arm or down her hands, nor the pain of dirt being gritted into her badly scraped knees.

“What are you doing, what are you doing?” Sylus asked.

he had dropped to his knees beside her, grabbing a firm hold of both arms, that same unrecognizable expression written all over his face. his grip was firm, but MC didnt look away from the bike.

“Your bike! Sylus is swear i didnt mean to do that! I was gentle l-like you said I didnt think-“

“the bike? the fuck are you on about sweetie look at you!”

His voice was harsh and demanding. his eyes were still glowing crimson as MC finally looked at him. She was trembling badly. finally she noticed the blood now coating his hand and her arm. her lip was also split down the middle, and a cut on her cheek.

“I-ill pay for the bike Sy-“

“the bike? you think i give a fuck about the bike i have ten more just like it.”

He dragged the two of them to their feet.

“but you said-“

“your hurt.” Sylus said plainly.

His eyes scanned her wounds as if he was looking for something.

“Its nothing-“

“we are going back in.” Sylus stated.

in one swift motion he lifted MC off her feet, carrying her like a princess. MC was speechless as he stepped over the bike, walking quickly to get the two of them back into the house.

“You dont care about the bike?” MC asked.

Sylus glanced down at her.

“Why the fuck would i care about a damn object right now.”

MC paused for a moment, she stared up at his face, now noticing a thin layer of sweat over his forehead, his eyes darting back and forth and he looked… pale. was he scared? panicked?

the last thing MC expected from him was concern over a few scrapes and bruises. Well, maybe they werent scrapes. with each step her adrenaline wore off, and throbbing pain came over her entire body.

Sylus brought the two of them to his room, slamming the door open. The twins stood there together, talking back and forth.

“Boss- wait is she-“

“get out.” Sylus said gruffly.

“Boss are you alright? you look-“

“I told you both to get!” Sylus yelled.

The twins looked at the both of them for a moment, before scurrying out of the room.

“They could patch me up sylus you dont have to do this.” MC said quietly. he ignored her as he gingerly set her on the plush comforter.

“sylus the blood, i cant ruin more of your things.”

“why do you think i care about ‘things’ MC. sit down and wait for me. if you can get into your shorts put those on or im taking your jeans off myself.” Sylus said.

MC watched him enter the bathroom and rummage around. She didnt know what to think. of course her first thought was that he would be more concerned for his bike, he had seen her get hurt by wanderers before and hadnt seemed so… upset by it.

She found her shorts on the floor and slowly peeled the ripped jeans off herself and tugged on her shorts. her leg was definatley sore and bruises already began to blossom over her thigh. the concrete had rubbed away quite a bit of skin, blood dripped down her leg and onto the floor now.

without a word sylus came back in, his eyes had finally stopped glowing, and in his arms he held rolls of bandages antiseptics, tape, and cobain.

“i can do this myself Sylus.” MC said

“no.” Was all Sylus had to offer.

a wave of black and red smoke pushed MC back onto his bed. it wasnt as rough as usual, almost like a cushion pressing her into place.

Sylus knelt down in front of her. eyes narrowing as they scanned over her leg.

“shouldve been more careful.” Sylus mumbled.

“i know im sorry.” MC replied

“no, not you. I shouldve been more careful. that bike has enhancements on it, its to much for a beginner i didnt think about it.” He said.

MC grew quiet for a moment.

“well i wont die.” MC said, trying to lighten the mood.

Sylus didnt seem impressed. he hesitated his hands hovering over her leg before he grabbed a damp cloth and began wiping blood from her leg. His hands were calloused from boxing and fighting, but he was much gentler than MC expected.

“you wont die, but you still got hurt.” Sylus said after a moment.

he folded the cloth over itself and cleaned the edges of her wound. He gently brushed one of her scrapes, causing MC to grimace.

“sorry.” he mumbled quietly.

his free hand left the bed where it was planted, and gingerly took hold of hers.

“squeeze when it hurts, you wont harm me sweetie.” He said. His crimson eyes flicked to hers making a bolt of electric shoot through MC’s heart. she hesitated, before giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

sylus’ shoulders relaxed a bit after this. he picked up a new cloth, and doused it in antiseptic.

“it has lidocaine in it, but it might sting a bit.” Sylus said

Thankfully, he didnt try to clean the wound in sections. he paused for a moment and pressed the cloth firmly to her scrapes. MC grunted and squeezed his hand. When she looked back at him he was gently rubbing his thumb against the uninjured portion of her leg, looking at her with that oddly concerned expression.

“better?” he asked.

MC nodded her head letting out a breath. He lifted the cloth, now that the area was numb he was able to thoroughly clean the bits of dirt out. the process was repeated over the second patch of scrapes on her calf. Sylus slowly wrapped her leg in cobain and gauze, before sitting on the bed beside MC.

“are you alright sylus?” MC asked.

He had kept his usual snarky comments to himself the past few minutes and it was slightly worrying. Sylus turned his head to her and looked her up and down.

“you shouldve worn a helmet.” He said quietly

“well i wasnt intending to drive more than five feet.” MC replied.

a small smirk came across Sylus’ face.

“five feet? I thought youd have more confidence in yourself sweetie.” Sylus said.

MC laughed quietly and shook her head.

“my teacher didnt seem to have much confidence ‘ride to the grass’ i beileive you said.” MC replied.

Sylus quirked up an eyebrow.

“it seems i was right doesnt it?”

He gestured to her still injured arm, and held up a clean cloth.

“still got another spot to take care of sweetie.” He said.

MC groaned quietly, but turned so he would have a better angle for it. She looked away and waited for him to begin cleaning the wound. instead he leaned towards her, his hand slipping around to the back of her head and pulling her forward. MC nearly protested, but Sylus placed his hand on her back after resting her head to his chest.

She could hear his heart, beating extremely fast for someone so fit.

“just… a moment.” Sylus said quietly.

MC practically held her breath for a moment, before taking in air. his cologne smelled nice, a mix of fresh spices and expensive cigars. the muscles under her head her soft but firm. his arm resting around her body in a hug. Sylus was hugging her.

tentatively, MC put her good arm around him. it felt right, her anxiety and worry began to slowly melt away the longer they stayed like this. her eyes grew heavy, and she began to relax more and more against him. he was so solid, his chest rose and fell under her, slowing down after a moment or so.

“dont worry about the bike sweetie. really. im more concerned about the fact you were… injured.”

MC smiled slightly.

“The great leader of onychinus is concerned for me?” MC asked

a chuckle vibrated through Sylus’ chest. he almost sounded releived.

“more than youd know MC.” Sylus said quietly.

MC’s heart fluttered slightly. she closed her eyes as Sylus began to move again, his free hand found the back of her head, beginning to rub her hair gently as he pressed the cloth to the side of her arm. It wasnt long before the two had to seperate to allow sylus to wrap her arm.

“Why dont we order food tonight. I dont really feel like going out again.” MC said.

Sylus cleaned up the bloody cloths and nodded his head. he began to make his way towards the bedroom door.

“you pick the spot, ill pay.” Sylus said.

“absolutely not, i just trashed your bike-“

Sylus stood up and in a few strides crossed the room to stand in front of her, he leaned down and tilted her chin up to make MC look at him.

“how many times do i have to say that i dont care about the bike, just that you dont have a damn head injury?” He asked.

MC stared up at him for a moment, Sylus brought her face a little closer, speaking quietly now.

“I got you hurt today MC. The least i can do is pay for a damn meal.” He said.

MC couldnt help but look between his eyes and lips. was she insane to think about kissing him now? they were so close, and it wouldn’t be the first time one of them had made an attempt like that. Sylus scanned her face. did he just lean in more?

There was a knock at the door.

“Boss? we were just wondering if you needed us to get the bike out of the driveway.” One of the twins said.

Sylus looked dissapointed, and slightly annoyed. he released MC and turned away from her, going to the door and opening it.

“Ill come out and help you, one if you dispose of these. MC, you might want to change your shirt. Ill be in the living room when your done, sweetie.” Sylus said.

MC was left alone in his room. bright red blush creeped over her face as she slumped back on his bed. She was cursing herself slightly. Part of her was angry she even thought of kissing him, the other half was angry she didnt.

She flopped over onto her stomach groaning loudly before she sat up again.

Another uneventful night of eating in.

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maybe ill make a smutty part 2 to this one? maybe not straight smut but some good steamy kisses and things like that idk.

uhhhhh yeah! i havent written in a little while so i dont know how good this is or isnt!

if yall have any ideas for other oneshots then just lmk. im currently working on the storyline for a yandere!sylus x reader fic so i might drop some teasers for that when i can.

in the meantime ill alternate between fluff and smut, i can do some sad stories to but they gotta have good endings cause i cant stand my mans to be sad like that.

also gonna work on some zayne material because i love my mans zayne just as much as sylus if not a bit more. i feel like he doesnt get enough love fr.

okay byyyyyee hopefully this was good.

please credit me if you share this story

[h2llish]

assigning flowers pt 3 ignihyde and diasomnia (includes spoilers for those who haven't read either)

idia shroud -> asphodel. it means peace (after death), the afterlife, and recovery. he's still affected by the grief and loss of his brother, having never healthily coped with his brother's death. he was never given support to grieve and never learned how to since his parents were, in other words, neglectful of how witnessing the loss of his younger sibling, could affect him. so i assign asphodel because during his overblot, he was given the chance to become close to his brother's death, the afterlife. and after his overblot, he can be given the chance to grieve, peace after death. ortho shroud -> my son <3 i assign him cypress! (yes, the tree). cypress means eternal life and connecting life and death. eternal life because idia's brother lives on in ortho, they share a soul, in a way that it's shocking to realize an artificial human can even have one. ortho loves idia as much as the boy he was created to replace does. and connection between life and death, because, well, i think it's self-explanatory. malleus draconia -> he was kinda difficult to assign. but i eventually decided on purple hydrangea! meaning a desire to understand someone. he struggles to understand why lilia (and yuu) would leave, and it affects him greatly if the way he decided to put everyone to sleep is anything to go by. but also, i assign him wormwood, sorrow and bitterness. he's upset about lilia leaving and only wants him to stay, so he chooses to unleash a "gift". lilia vanrouge -> he was also difficult but i eventually set on the red and orange spider lily... :) red means the circle of life, and the orange means goodbye and farewell. the circle of life because he's leaving nrc because he's losing his magic and growing old, his time is growing less. and the orange spider lily because he intended on leaving without saying goodbye to malleus or silver, both of which are his sons whether or not he realizes that. silver -> silver my son :( i assign him daisies for their many meanings: loyal love (and i mean this in the most familial type of way), youth, and new beginnings. he's still young, he's a human raised by a fae, and he only wants what's best for his father, to repay him for raising him (which is so sad). silver's psychology goes deep and i think daisies are a good flower to show that. sebek zigivolt -> edelweiss! like deuce, i assign him this plant because of its meaning of courage and strength. i also assign this flower because it means dedication. sebek, while hard to get along with and understand, is a great character! he's strong and courageous, and (maybe annoyingly) dedicated to malleus.

bonus:

grim -> i love grim, but i know out of everyone, he'd be the most heartbroken when the prefect leaves. he's often quoted calling mc his other half. and yeah, he's quite the stubborn, prideful little shit, but during book 6, it's so obvious how much he cares for the prefect. so, because of this, i assign him the forget-me-not. they naturally mean "do not forget me" which i know grim would want the prefect to do, remember him because he'll remember them. they also mean true love, and i mean this in a platonic form. the care grim has for the prefect is returned, and i know he loves them as a good friend (possibly in a parental light). they also mean to cherish memories, and i know grim would, remembering all the times he's shared with mc, good and bad, exciting and boring, he'll cherish them all. yuu/mc -> yuu is hard to assign. they come in different presentation from the game to the manga. but i've assigned them ivy, which means strength, resilience and friendship. strength and resilience, because while they deal with the constant overblots and being tossed in a new world, they remain resilient to continue, to get home. and friendship, because, well, grim :(. but i also assign them the pansy and marigold. pansy, because it means remembrance and nostalgia, and it's obvious they have the constant nostalgia of home, remembering some things similar to twisted wonderland at times. and the marigold because it means despair at loss, jealousy and grief: they're grieving their loss of their home, and sometimes they're jealous and feel completely useless living in a world that relies on magic.

final plant assignments :)

[stygianheart]

its a shame your fics dont have more art theyre so good like if I could draw well id probably turn them into picture books. do you wish you had art?

but besides the point I actually have questions and I wanna ask em.

first up, who’s the back up? luffys mentioned the backup a few times and I cant help but wonder who it is. if thats a major spoiler than you dont have to answer but considering your love for this one guy i kinda think its sabo or the rev army. either that or like traffy. it would be funny if it was sabo though because of koby’s brief jealousy of how luffy was talking about him.

this might be just me as an aot fan overanalyzing everything but I feel like that devil fruit in the beginning was something important and so was the auction in broad daylight.

also ive seen a lot of fics where kobys favorite food is buttered potatoes but i think yours is the first where his favorite food is downright plain butter. the guys a psychopath for that. like why would you do that. where did you even get the idea.

I also have some other questions! unfortunately uh revolving around the second favorite ship brymeppo…

does helhippo realize he likes bryan or no? also i really came into the fic thinking I wasnt gonna give a crap about him but somehow you made me like him a lot so kudos to you. his relationship with bryan is so rivals to lovers coded and thats one of my favorite tropes. I really do hope helhippo lives up to his promise and takes bryan to the symphony. I know that wont happen in tsats but if you could make a one shot of helhippo and bryan going out on small dates that would be amazing 🙏 for us rymeppo shippers #rymeppo shippers unite oh and as much as i wanna see bryan take revenge on elijah for all the things the guys done to him i also wanna see helmeppo smash the guys face in. please. kill elijah. I hate him.

omg sorry that this is so long but I still have some more questions!

kobylu wise, who do you think fell first? koby or luffy? its obvious that luffy likes Koby but why hasn’t he said anything? does he understand how he feels? and after this is all said and done how are they going to stay in contact? it’s not like koby can just talk to luffy whenever he wants since hes a marine and luffys the pirate king.

anyway thats all! I hope i was able to help your creativity in some way :)

I mean, yeah, art would be cool. But when it comes to engagement with my fics, the most I hope for is for someone to simply read it. Besides, it’s self indulgent! I’m just writing the stuff for me and sharing it along the way.

Anyway, questions. *pulls out glasses*

The back up? Well, it’s not Traffy, that much I can say. Considering we (last I checked) don’t know if Trafalgar is alive or not, I just decided to…y’know, leave him out.

Greetings, fellow AoT fan, you are NOT mistaken! I kinda like hiding little things in the fic—not EVERYTHING has a purpose like AoT, but a lot of things are put there for a reason. I like being sneaky like that.

And yes. Koby’s a psycho. He eats straight up butter—and said it tastes better when dipped in sugar. I got this weird headcanon from my bestie who also happens to eat butter sticks. I once saw him dip it in sugar and was so disgusted by it, and he was just like “it’s good for you. Besides, it’s ✨tasty✨” like sir no. What on earth. That’s weird. You do you, but please, not in front of me. Besides the point—for some reason I decided to implement that onto Koby. I have a habit of weirdifying characters.

As for the RyMeppo question… I seriously never expected people to love this ship so much wtf. In Chapter 5, Helmeppo is completely unaware of his very obvious crush on (B)Ryan. He thinks he hates Ryan, when it’s obvious it’s more than that. As of Chapter 10, however, the moron is 10000% aware of how he feels. He and Ryan’s relationship is really fun to write with the constant bickering/flirting. I never intended them to be a romantic relationship, but alas, that’s where it headed.

And the KobyLu questions! Yay! Koby definitely fell first and he fell hard—don’t think anyone could fall harder if they tried. As for Luff: he knows how he feels about Koby. Buddy went to Sanji’s school of flirting and failed the classes spectacularly yet tried showing off his grades to Koby. He’s made it very clear how he feels—Koby, unfortunately, is just too damn dense. Luffy could yell “I LOVE YOU” to Koby and he would probably think Luffy meant platonically. He gets his density from me, of course, I’m the exact same way.

I hope I answered your questions well! Thanks for the ask, it actually did help a bit.)))

[deanthe]

//vent I really need to get this off my chest. After Splatoon 3's final splatfest comes to a close, I'm probably going to stop interacting with the Splatoon community as much as I can. It's been four years since I've gotten truly into Splatoon, (that's a complicated, yet much nicer story for some other time) and while I don't regret it by any means, it's definitely been an exhausting ride, and I kinda want to get off of it before I barf.

Getting the most obvious thing out of the way, the way Nintendo has been handling Splatoon 3 has been really disappointing. It has far more improvements than flaws, but this game has had some really bizarre decisions made with it compared to the first two games. Maps, kits, ETC... I'm not gonna delve into the specifics, you probably already know what I'm going on about. Secondly, while what I just said still holds true, I feel like the community reactions to these changes have been... a bit too much? Like, yeah, splatfests are imbalanced. Maps have been bad. (up until Drizzle Season 2023, at least) But these problems have been absolutely blown out of the water. Fucking, death threats have been sent to people who join the Shiver's teams. Despite the whole appeal of the Splatoon community being a place of self expression and lack of judgement, a lot of Splatoon subcultures really... aren't that great. Being deadass, competitive Splatoon is boring, and its players are super rude and annoying. I don't like to generalize, but I've yet to interact with a single comp player I enjoy talking to. Every single one I've met has tried forcing me to play a certain way, no matter if I'm even fucking playing with them. I was harassed for using sticks. In a B- lobby. Back when I was new to Splatoon 2. The hacking scene is a dumpster fire. The main person who's created the most well known and fun Splatoon hacking system is a piece of shit, for one. For two, have you even touched the first game anytime after 2017? Yeah, it's full of hackers. Can't play turf war for 15 minutes without having to sit there and not play the game because someone is hacking and getting away with it because Nintendo doesn't moderate the servers anymore. The Coroika fandom is if you took Splatoon fandom and infected it with My Hero Academia fans. Yeah. Are any of you familiar with Splatoon Florida? It was an old parody account on Twitter that I used to own that got popular SUPER fast. Could not handle it. It spawned nearly 50 clone accounts based on the other 49 united states, and I had even gotten impersonation accounts pretending to be me and saying really, really awful things. This paired with the queerphobia I faced and hatemail in general stacked on top of my mother having multiple strokes and almost dying at the time, pushed me over the edge, and I deleted SplatoonFL after someone told me that they hoped my mother had another stroke and died. Now, I feel like shit for name dropping people in my vent, as it's been awhile since most of this garbage has happened and I don't want to seem petty, plus this isn't intended to be a callout post. But I really do feel the need to let this shit out of my system, and frankly I'm tired of watching these people be appreciated while remembering what they've done to me, small and insignificant or not.

Theecorner, AKA Danniee, banned me from their Discord server after I loudly expressed distaste for jokes being made about Dream, as I was one of Dream's victims and felt very uncomfortable bringing him up. Keep in mind that insinuated that I did not enjoy the conversation multiple times.

Pufuu had made a Twitter post with a screenshot of our DMs. I was irritated that he had kept making fake Splatoon leaks with zero indication of them being concepts, and he thought that was wrong. A couple Tweets before this, ironically, he boasted about getting another annoying fake leaker to block him.

Caitlin Koi had acted aggressive towards me after I expressed concern for her after a seizure which, her seizures are very much real and very dangerous, though I should mention she also uses them as an excuse to be an asshole and guilt trip people.

Vaqeii. Fuck you. (He has very few actual fans, I just wanted to express my hatred towards that fucking slime since he's also one of the Splatubers who had traumatized me.)

I'd like to restate that I don't regret my time in the community one bit. I love it here for the most part. It's just gotten far too much, and I'm. Frankly a little bit done and ready to move on. I'll try to keep strong and stay for a bit so I can enjoy the rest of Splatoon 3's update cycle with my friends and the people I enjoy being around. After that though, unless something happens to change my mind, I'll be gone after that.

Knowing the current state of the Splatoon community, I wouldn't be surprised if I started getting harassed again for this post. Hell, wouldn't it be hilarious if THIS vent post got screenshotted and edited to be about Roller Coaster Tycoon, to? Yeah, that was a thing that happened. No, I haven't forgotten about that. You know who you are. Real fucking proud of you, I am.

[gomzwrites]

✧✿✧˖° Chocolate °˖✧✿✧

Hello heLLOO! *waves excitedly over a round table* come come I have tea and dessert for everyone *pulls out a few chairs*

Alright, so. Some of my thoughts first regarding the Academic AU

I wrote this fic longer than intended because I was going heavy with the details and plot

Though I am wondering if this kind of smut is welcome here, because I've let a few of my friends to read it and gotten mix responses, some said it was lengthy while some said they liked it

Personally, I was trying to walk readers through the entire process, and since its the first encounter/$ex scene, I wanted to show the small details to indicate some stuff

Initially I was going to write like virgin reader for the innocent sake. but that will make my fic longer WHEEZE-

I ended up hinting the "innocent" part with the floral pattern on the brief, well I say hint but idk if that was obvious lmfao anyways-

not to say I dont like longer fics, but the longer I write, the more mistakes im gonna encounter (if you can't tell already, i struggle a lot with grammar lol)

In the end after much consideration, ive cut down heavily on the smut and condensed to what we have now and Im okay with it, tho I would like to hear your thoughts (send me anonymously if you're shy, or just comment, I dont bite I promise :D)

Okay, *pours everyone a cup of tea*, some headcannons and notes

So, as you all can tell, there was a hint of mlm there of Price x Simon, not sure how everyone think about it but I for one eat that shit up

Now, I did gave some thoughts about the subjects Price and Simon teach, in the end though I decided to leave it blank because I couldn't be sure

See im from Asia so the education system here is extremely different from the UK/US, and I got kinda confused and overwhelmed with the choices XD so I just left it blank

I was going to write them with STEM majors, but eeerrr Idk, cant really picture Price or Simon as engineer or medicine lecturers(iykyk)(rise up my STEM sisters and brothers-)

Perhaps you can give me some thoughts about it, I was thinking something about History for Price, then something about Linguistic/Statistic/Psychology for Simon

Okay, Gaz also made an appearance on the fic((of course he did, my precious bb)), now for him I have a solid idea to make him Pharmacology based or at least somewhere along the healthcare sector, hence the Dr

I might, also bring Soap in the future, but I dont know how or what his role will be yet (gym tutor? physical therapist?)

Will I make this into a poly thing? Im not sure, probably not XD but I might do a special moment with Gaz bcuz im that bias

oh yeah, forgot add on, but yes there's a reason for the name changes(Mr Riley to Simon) and name that stayed (Prof Price), its just to further show that Price has the power and all the sayings (you know cuz he is the Captain originally so I wanted to bring that over)

You wanna call him John? mmmm that's gonna take some convincing and time >:)

Lastly, some future plans (no promises) - nsfw here

many h0rny, many ideas, many tired

anyways, Im thinking of xreader individually fic(like Price x you then Simon x you separately), then eventually building it up to both of them destroying you in threesome manner (lovingly)

I want. I want to write Price being mEAN YALL-

Like him bullying you and putting a vibrat0r inside you and force you to come out to write something on the board in front of everyone, dialing up the intensity as you try your hardest not to cum right there

or or or or or

thinking about c0ckwarming under his desk- raaasdajdgajdh

then Simon...oh sweet sweet Simon

Im thinking maybe dom!reader, just a maybe.

Riding him until he's a whimpering sobbing mess

Idk if anyone remembered, but u know this part?

:)

yeah, maaaaaybe Simon has that exhibitionism kink

so lets abuse that shall we

thinking of doing it in the car park/in his car, you giving him head under the steering wheel as he pulls down the car window slightly to talk to a student who just wanted to chat

Poor him trying to be calm and steady his tone as his knuckles turned white, hands clammy as you suck harder, not giving a damn if you're going to draw attention

or or or or or or or

going back to the riding part, tying him up with his tie, not letting him touch you as you ride that dick like your life depends on it, you hear him begging and whimpering, bucking his hips up desperately

im very unwell

ANYWAYS, ye so far, these are the only ideas I have atm, but don't expect me to write it so soon haha

If im gonna be honest, this blog was created when I had a massive art block, and then somehow (even until today!!) my soft fics blew up and ye it escalated from there

not really but also- If you see me write a fic, its usually bcuz im struggling with art, likewise if you followed me on @gomzdraws or twitter, you would notice im more active cause I think for me, drawing is easier than writing

im grateful to be able to express in two mediums tho, even tho I suck at it haha

but I do sincerely want to make this into a series, so I thank everyone for being patience with me, I appreciate it

Ogeh, *brings out a briefcase* recommendation time

if you like Prof AUs, then boi do I have some fics for you here in tumblr

Guyfierii has a long Prof series and they're wonderful

mehh141's amAZING PROF PRICE ART IM CRYING-

Shroomie (one of the first few blog I was exposed to when I started reading cod fics :D) made 2 Prof fics as well - sadly I dont think they're active since April because of uni :(

ajhdkadh sleepyconfusedpotato, the god of both being a great artist and oc!fic writer made a post a while ago about tf141 possible Professor headcannons - give it a look if ya interested

that is all from me, and btw don't feel obligated to comment or send me a text or anything!! The fact that you made it till the end is already making me happy :D thanks for reading my babbling and points LMAO

Have a nice day/night friends :)

[farmerlesbian]

where is the line between transmasc/genderweird lesbians and Men with a capital M? i dont think there really is one, but as a lesbian who straddles that line, people are constantly trying to shame me onto one side or the other and its exhausting. i think sometimes the ppl trying to protect our community by keeping men out end up targeting mostly ppl who are in between or overlapping categories and are typically trans, instead of like, Cisguys preying on dykes. its become a real problem in the community just being visibly trans or butch tbh

i don't think it's possible to articulate A Line. i agree with you and don't really have anything to add!

i'll just say what i've said before. it's fuzzy/blurry. the nuances and intricacies of someone's gender through the narrow slice the internet (on anon!) is not enough for a stranger to make any sort of call about! it's something that individuals with non-binary gender experiences gotta use their own discretion about. people should go about these things with a mindset of using their best judgement and engaging in good faith, instead of like, pushing the boundaries of what is "allowed". instead of seeking approval and validation, seek to look inside onesself and determine 'is this for me? is this space for me? do i genuinely feel like i'm intruding and pushing the boundaries or do i feel like i'm being pushed out and unjustly excluded?'. those are different feelings and while i can imagine it's hard to discern sometimes, maybe talking with your irl people you can figure it out. yeah sometimes you gotta ask a clarifying question here and there to the organizers of the space in question -- i certainly do when seeing (nonlesbian) events for "femmes" and stuff like that haha!

i'm sorry that you're dealing with people being shitty to you about straddling the line. i know i see it, people having this like compulsive need to find rules and permission and categories for everything, needing to push people into one box or another in order to make sense of them, to know how to see you and treat you. and it sucks! it sucks even more because the boxes are WRONG! it hurts and they don't get you.

for ME, when i say "no men" i mean people who are men period. no additions no explanations no complications. just a straight up man. a fully binary man, if you will. i do not intend to apply this to people with funky genders. to trans folks straddling lines. i think if someone is genderweird or got somethin funky goin on they aren't a straight up Man capital M with no qualifiers! do you see yourself as a man or not, deep down? (general you, not you anon!) i do apply it to trans men and cis men alike. i see no reason to separate the two as if trans men aren't really men. because there ARE binary trans men. there are binary cis men! there are a LOT of them out there in the world! some of them are even on tumblr! are there ALSO trans men that feel also kinda butch at the same time and like a little dykey? maybe. i dunno any personally so i'm not gonna make harsh calls and big rules and statements. i'd expect people to make their own judgement calls and use their discretion and best judgment! i absolutely do not want to push someone out who feels that it is their community and that they deserve to belong in it. this is why i don't patrol my followers list except for bots (common lately ugh tumblr!) and obvious gross lesbophobes (quite rare).

sorry this got so long. lmao i say i'm not gonna add anything and then next thing i know you have an essay!! sorry!! hope it makes sense. basically i fully agree with you and i'm sorry you are having people shame you and push you. they should not do that and i do not support it and it is not what i think We should be doing as a lesbian community.

[elfdragon12]

With the whole chromedome and rewind situation that was unceremoniously dropped ,it got me thinking.

What was rewind going to do about husband #2 knowing what actually happened to husband #1 ? Crhomedome lead him on , insisting on helping with a fruitless search for whatever reason. Him marrying Rewind just makes it so much worse. And with that plot point tossed away: What was chromedome going to do if rewind found his husband still alive (without the whole sacrificing thing chromedome tried in cannon. I mean husband #1 was alive and functioning to some degree.)

And with the obvious love bombing (I hate this pairing so much.) I have to say: I feel bad for Rewind and Prowl here. (And those who died during the war Chromedome caused to keep a secret.) They are arguably both victims of Chromedome and his decisions. Because as bad as people find prowl, this does not negate Chromedomes own unaddressed crappiness. (Were they kinda together when Chromedome started things with rewind? And at what point did chromedome become widowed so many times? Was it before prowl, during, or after him? That’s always puzzled me.) I know there are some key differences between Prowl and Rewind but there is also similar overlap in personality. How much of this behavior did Chromedome display towards Prowl before they separated? Or even his passed on partners?

there is just so much potential wrong and discomfort with this character alone and its largely ignored. Rewind,Prowl, and several others should have stayed as far away as possible from him… I need some fics where they managed too.

THANK YOU! THANK YOU, THANK YOU!

Thank you for talking about the fact that Chromedome did the "nice guy" thing where he pretends to just be friends when he's really been aiming for another husband the entire time! Like, that's super crappy behavior! Chromedome knew the entire time that Rewind was looking for his presumably *dead* husband for closure and still got all up in his feelings and jealousy anyway! Like, yeah, Rewind should have closed the door on his former husband before agreeing to conjunx Chromedome, but marrying Rewind was what Chromedome was aiming for the entire time. And yeah, ten times worse when you consider the fact James Roberts intended for Chromedome to know about Dominus the entire time!

I really just don't know. Like, it's clear that Rewind had given up on finding Dominus alive and was just looking for closure, but also Chromedome was originally supposed to have known what Dominus had been put up to. And we the audience know that Chromedome continually resorted to mnemosurgery, even when he'd promised he'd quit. It's hard to really believe that he would make an ethical choice.

Honestly, that scene really highlighted to me how much of a horror movie second Rewind was in. Technically, he knew these people as friends... But they weren't really his friends. They were just different enough... And all of them were Chromedome's friends and knew the two as a pair. Maybe the fact Chromedome was giving him the dead Rewind's stuff would have weirded the others out a bit, but, you know, Chromedome is just happy to have Rewind back! (Personally, I would have tried finding a way off the Lost Light after that incident as I've had way too much of guys persisting when I'm trying to lay down boundaries.)

I doubt Chromedome ever cheated on Prowl (if they were actually together. Prowl clearly was emotionally involved, but it's hard to tell what Chromedome was feeling). Chromedome, to me, focuses/obsesses on one person so much that it's hard to believe he would turn his attention elsewhere while the other person is alive (granted, I totally get why Rewind thought Chromedome may have been cheating on him with Brainstorm, considering he was clearly lying to him and hiding something along with saying Brainstorm's name in his sleep. That's all incredibly suspicious).

Prowl is definitely a victim of Chromedome, but I would say in a different way from Rewind.

But yeah, Chromedome is a full color guard of red flags but "he's traumatized!🥺" So was the second Rewind and yet people ignore it to focus on Chromedome's self-inflicted trauma.

[luckynatured]

Ducking into a storage room wasn't exactly how Hilbert intended to spend the evening...but with everything going on right now he didn't really see any other option. Things were chaotic in the tavern; so many adventurers and mages were there, along with the occasional noble stopping by on the way to the ball.

Hilbert looked outside the window; as it happened, this place had a really good view of the castle. He knew the princess' birthday was something to celebrate, but that didn't mean he couldn't find the night a little overwhelming.

“Hill Bird, you okay?”

Hilbert heard the door open, followed by a series of soft thumps. The latter sound only meant one thing, and he turned to see that Carmen had decided to check on him.

Carmen was an unusual creature, in the sense that she was a sentient cactus. One day a traveling mage had given the proprietor of the tavern (Hilbert's mother) a cactus bulb as payment for the tavern’s hospitality. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the bulb was magical, but nobody had imagined that the cactus would gain sentience and be able to move on its own. Years had passed since that revelation, and Carmen had since become part of the family.

“I’m fine, Carmen,” Hilbert answered, reaching over to carefully pat her head. He was more than used to getting pricked at this point. “I just needed some space. It’s a busy night, you know?”

“That makes sense,” Carmen said, hoisting herself up to sit on a nearby box. She looked outside the window. “There’s a fancy party going on in that castle, right? That’s probably why things are so busy here. That way, everyone gets to have some fun!”

“Everyone except for the people working in taverns,” Hilbert sighed. “I can’t guarantee I won’t start a brawl if I have to deal with one more entitled adventurer.”

He then looked out the window again. Whatever was going on over there, it had to be leagues better than the chaos happening here.

“You ever wonder what it’s like over there?” Hilbert questioned.

“Um, of course?" Carmen responded. “Mz. Molly says that castles are way too fancy, but she’s the only one of us that’s actually been in one.”

“Right?” Hilbert looked up at the ceiling. A few moments of silence passed before he spoke up again.

“This is probably childish - and don’t you dare mock me for this,” he said, “but I kinda wish I could somehow sneak in there. Just so I could see what the place is like, even if it’s for one night.”

Now, the thing about wishes like this (in this world, at least) is that one can never know when they would be heard, let alone if some kind of powerful entity was listening. And even then, one can never know if said entity would be willing to grant that wish.

In this case, that’s exactly what happened. Hilbert wouldn’t know his benefactor’s identity for a while, but in that moment one could see a bright flash within the box that Carmen was seated on. She pushed herself off as if she had been set aflame, nearly falling to the floor with a shout. When the sudden light dissipated, Hilbert opened it to find what had to be the fanciest clothing he had ever seen.

“What the hell?” he breathed, as he smoothed his thumb over the green fabric. It was definitely fancy - nothing he ever wore had the same texture as this. “This wasn’t there the whole time, was it?”

“I don’t think so,” Carmen answered, completely awestruck. “We’d know if Mz. Molly had something like this in storage already, wouldn’t we?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Suddenly, Hilbert had an idea. He took off his shirt and tried the fancy shirt on. He cursed as he tried to fasten the buttons properly. It was fortunate that there happened to be a mirror there - that way he could check himself out without having to worry about getting caught. “This is a perfect fit.”

“What?! No!” Carmen gasped. “Is there anything else in there?!”

Hilbert looked and was amazed to find a matching pair of pants and black boots. There was also a traveling cloak (dark green, with rose gold details). Almost immediately, he got to work in trying them on.

“Did someone hear my wish?” Hilbert gasped, once he managed to get the full outfit together. “That’s the only explanation. What the hell.”

“Are you actually gonna be able to go to the ball with that outfit?!” Carmen’s eyes seemed to sparkle. “That’s so cool! I wanna come!”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Hilbert reminded her. “You’re kinda famous in your own right, remember?”

“Oh yeah…” Carmen pouted. “But I still don’t want you to go alone. What happens if you get caught?”

“Ah…” Hilbert hadn’t thought of that. There would probably be pretty dire consequences for him if he were to get caught…even if his intentions were harmless. But he couldn’t let Carmen know about that! “I’ll be fine. I’ll bring Michelle with me. You know how tough she is, right?”

Michelle is the name that Hilbert gave to his familiar - a spunky Oshawott with a penchant for mischief. If anyone would be able to distract the guards long enough for Hilbert to slip in and out, it would be her. She could also put up a really good fight if the chips were down.

“Okay,” Carmen conceded. “Let me know what happens, okay?! You gotta tell me everything!”

Hilbert nodded, as he called for Michelle and made his preparations. There was a lot he needed to do in the next hour, after all.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

Untitled is the point!

Getting kinda deeply into Emily Dickinson after intending to do only cursory research into artists/poets/old school content creators who died unappreciated for my darn art manifesto (this evolving strike vs AI situation is delaying me, along with my own issues). Somewhere waaay back in the blog, I did a metaphor... Don't care enough to find it and link it. Basically, "a better mousetrap looks like a shitty cat." Yeah. Didja know Our Emily did get published a few times... and they edited the crap out of her to make her work look like "real poetry"?

The original:

A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides – You may have met Him – did you not His notice sudden is –

The published version:

The Snake

A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides – You may have met Him – did you not, His notice sudden is.

Poetry means doing a lot with very little. That's why I find it so frustrating. I don't like to slow down and interrogate every last space and punctuation mark for significance. (Well, I don't unless I'm rewriting song lyrics and trying to match the original beats.) Still, the first blow of the editor's red pen is real obvious here. The structure is that of a riddle. Imagine sitting Mother Goose down and explaining, "Sir, I don't think the children will have any idea what this 'Humpty Dumpty' thing is about. How 'bout we call it 'The Egg'?"

We rarely form riddles like that anymore, the cultural context is lost and needs a footnote, but refusing to see it in the mid 1800s is an act of will. "Oh, no, Miss. Poems are not riddles! Let me fix that for you..."

Criticism of her work at publication (shortly after her death) hews along the lines of "this person ain't know how to write a poem!" It took a couple decades for people to start saying "fearless!" "groundbreaking!" Or, hell, even "sense of humour!" But there is still debate over whether her work looks like that on purpose, or because she ain't know how to write a poem. And, frankly, I don't care.

The difference between the two versions is your friend at a garden party saying, "Aiee! What is that thing??!" and laughing as she pretends to swoon, verses an imaginary poet sitting at a table and muttering, "I shall compose a verse about a snake..." I prefer the former.

Evidence suggests a reclusive, unpublished lifestyle - admittedly, with someone else earning the money needed to live - can support a single unit of artist (an "emily") until it perishes of kidney disease among its carefully-curated flowers and family. I tend to rebell against going unseen out of spite, but... it's not so bad. I force myself to communicate because it's supposed to make me happy, and bestow "mental health" (whatever that is) but the prospect of isolating even more...

...has the fascination of a snake in the grass --

[not-souleaterpost]

Was the "Monster" manga changed during serialization?

So for "research" for the iceberg (and cause a friend watched it and wanted to talk about it so I said yeah why not, its supposedly a classic lol) I read the "Monster" manga.

I'll talk about what I found in the videos, but one thing that doesnt have anything to do with SE or the iceber what I wanted to put out somewhere cause couldnt find on google anybody saying it, is:

I think the story of it was written in chunks, that would often "retcon" or atleast significantly add to the direction that was intended.

Now I'll start with saying I dont mean this as some takedown or critique, just as an interesting theory about the production of the story.

I guess only with mysteries or detective storys, especially ones that are so interlinked, one kinda wishes that everything is neat and tidy - even if I doubt that is actually allways true.

So first some circumstantial evidence - it is a serialised story, meaning it is written and published as it goes along, with the threats of cancelation and possibility of being pressured to be extended.

This alone is not what I stake everything on, cause it is possible that somebody had it all figured out in advance and was steadfast that the vision will be written as it is, rejecting any pleas for bloat or fears of getting canceled before it is done.

One could say that it all is just part of the complex narrative web - but idk, to me its seems more needlesly complicated than complex, and thats what I mean with the feeling of the story being written in chunks, that would supperseed and rewrite some things that happened before:

But then we look at the story itself - at first everything seemed to lead to the evil orphanage, then it was supposedly some seminar in a reading group, then it was being held in a dark room Crona style (not getting into the twin swap thing, cause I think that was forshadowed, even if I had a resolution in mind that thankfully didnt come true cause it would have been to weird and stupid lol)

Think it is most obvious with little side storys and one of chapters that seem more like filler until the larger chunk gets figured out - while often very interesting and engading, they often did seem to get kinda forgoten, like the vietnamese unlicensed teenage doctor beauty (which idk felt kinda lowbro for the standards of the work, like atleast make her ugly, which would be understandable if she works non stop without caring for her health and doesnt feel so "mary sueish" for a lack of a better term lol)

Even some unanswered questions, like why Roberto tried to kill Nina at that sidestory in Italy, if he was totally loyal to Jonah - ofcourse one can suppose that with his obssession with him, he would want to eliminate someone standing in the way of single minded affection but still, weird to it not acknowledged in story.

Or on the other hand, lets look at the climax with the little town - I mean it is horrific to see that much death, but in the end it just a small town - like a nuke on Nagasaki killed prolly tons more, not counting radiation - what Im trying to say with the whole "he wants to be the last one stading when the world ends" it seems kinda small scale, like the dude was some wunderkind blackmarket banker at 15, with that one would suspect that he would try to start a nuclear war to tie back the whole theme of the cold war paranoia dehumanization and mysanthropie - the large scale massacacre of all against all in large scale.

But maybe Im starting to sound like those nitpick channels who go scene by scene of the newest superhero shlock and think they are smart for pointing out how space magic is not realistic.

So I'll end by saying that I quite enjoyed the story and think the fact the the author kept it together while adding new stuff on top at such a large scale is commendable on its own.

Lets see how 20th century boys will play out...

[cypress-punk]

Also just to jump in here, Unity has no means of producing any actual metrics on installs. No means exists to do that reliably from a developer or publisher stand point, let alone Unity's position as someone who licenses a dev tool. Like yeah you can kinda track installs based on number of sales and info from DRM or other network related things that phone home, but those numbers aren't accurate. You can't know how many times a program has been INSTALLED. you can see purchases sure, but thats only for legal copies. And that's point of sale data, not point of install.

Point of install is a genuinely insane concept to try and tie a monetary fee to. It's unenforceable and unknowable. When pushed by basically everyone in the industry Unity said they would "leverage a proprietary data model" to find out this info which boils down basically to "trust us bro." Like there no way their numbers will be reliable. At worst they'll be like what people have already pointed out, charging for pirated copies or even creating an attack vector where someone could intentionally install a game to try and ruin a developer financially. At best their numbers will be wildly inaccurate in a way that doesn't cost that much. But we have no details on how these numbers are actually collected. They won't tell us what methods they use, if some kind of always online system will be implemented into Unity games by default. They also want this to apply retroactively to every Unity game period. It's insanity.

But as is pointed out this seems to be a genuine, outright scam. The CEO, a Grade A shitbag who is also behind a lot of EA's shit baggery from when he was an executive there, has moved a bunch of stocks ahead of this announcment, seemingly trying to short his own stocks. Thats textbook insider trading and pretty goddamn illegal.

What I think he's trying to do is some good old fashion vulture capitalism. He took over Unity with the goal of driving it into the ground and making money off its corpse. This latest policy is an out of touch, genuinely insane attempt at rent seeking that he probably thought would A) drive down stock prices and B) generate some real blood from a stone profits for him to hoover up before he finally let's the husk of the company collapse. However I think this guy is too stupid to realize he's overplayed his hand. Not only did he commit an obvious financial crime, he also instituted a retroactive policy that WILL get him and his company sued. They've said they intend to bill Microsoft for any unity games distributed on Game Pass. Microsoft isn't gonna take that shit. Especially when the pricing per install is absurd. 20 cents an install sounds like chump change but on a game with a few hundred thousand or even several millions installs that quickly becomes a huge sum. Consider how many devs make tiny free to plays with unity. Now they're gonna be in the hole by dent of their game existing. Even if they delist the games from store fronts pirated copies could still cost them. There no way this doesn't end in a legal fire storm and probably the death of unity as a popular dev tool, if not the death of the company and its tool outright.

My takeaway from this is capitalism remains completely at odds with human expression and art. So long as we let profit margins be a deciding factor in anything, it will always end up where we are with this, a greedy man ruining other people's lives and destroying valuable systems and tools, threatening entire forms of expression, to make himself a little bit richer. To generate money that doesn't even mean that much to him. It's absurd and it's disgusting and they can thrust this kind of hollowing out on us whenever they want because our society it built to empower the rich and no one else.

thanks to unity's downright evil new pricing model that charges per-install (including reinstalls), it will now be impossible to sign a deal with a publisher for your unity game because i can guarantee there are zero publishers who are willing to lose money every single time your game gets downloaded and installed.