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[thevelveteel]

New Born Baby Addisons (They are born with desaturated colors and will develop their actual colors as they grow)

[s1ck-pupp3t]

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something something They faces killing me why nobody gaf. Its a Transparent .PNg! You can put them any where to Not Care About.

[81sainz]

DIET PEPSI ★ L. NORRIS

★ PAIRING: boyfriend!lando x female!reader

★ GENRE: NSFW

★ SUMMARY: in which lando pulls over to watch the sunset with you in his porsche; things take a turn from there.

inspired by “diet pepsi” by addison rae

★ WORD COUNT: 1.2k

★ WARNINGS: car sex, semi public sex, nasty kissing, making out, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, teeny bit of praise cause I can’t help myself, cumshot. lando is soooo sweet. I think that is all! please be noted this is only semi proofread.

★ AUTHORS NOTE: finally! making my formula 1 fic debut! I hope you all enjoy this. I started writing this somewhere before summer break and unfortunately just got to finishing it. life…am I right? I guess the lyrics hold true because my boy has won 2 times since then! I know this one’s a bit short, but feedback is appreciated!

“Are you sure no one is up here?” you asked your boyfriend as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

Lando reached over slightly and gave your thigh an affirmative squeeze. “It’s fine, I was looking around.”

The two of you were on a drive in his 911 carrera and pulled off to a small spot up on a hill that overlooked the city. It was later in the evening and the sun was setting; casting an orange glow over Lando when he turned to you.

“You look so pretty in the light. Come here.”

Lando adjusted his seat before helping you over the center console and gearshift of his vehicle.

“I don’t want to break anything.” You spoke out loud with a laugh as Lando had his hand on your leg to help you.

Lando shushed you. “You’re fine, I’ve got you.”

You were in his lap within seconds; adjusting the skirt that you were wearing slightly to get more comfortable.

“Comfortable?” Lando brushed your hair off of your shoulder before planting a few kisses softly onto your skin near your collarbone.

You hummed in response, nodding before combing your fingers through his soft curly hair as his mouth made its way up to your neck.

You let a small whimper escape your lips when Lando’s teeth scraped your skin slightly.

Your hand tightened in his hair as you rocked your hips into his lap; feeling his bulge through his jeans.

“Fuck.” Lando swore under his breath as his hands roamed your thighs and to the curve of your ass underneath your skirt.

“I want this off of you.” Lando glanced up at you quickly for any sign for him to stop before unbuttoning and unzipping your skirt, removing the item of clothing from your body and throwing it into the passenger seat.

You mentally thanked yourself for the outfit choice of yours.

“Wow.” Lando let out a sigh, leaning to kiss you again as his hands returned to their place on your thighs, and moved up to your waist.

You were eager for him, grabbing a hold of his white button down shirt for any way to get him closer to you.

Lando shifted in the driver seat, his hands holding your hips as his jeans brushed against your cunt.

You let out a moan into his mouth, and Lando took that as an opportunity to tongue kiss you; reaching up to grab the nape of your neck with one of his hands.

Pulling away slightly with a hum, you noticed Lando’s breathing to be slightly more erratic than before.

“Baby, I need you..” Your voice faded when Lando kissed you again. You knew you didn’t really have to say anything; Lando knew you like the back of his hand.

“I’ve got you.” Lando mumbled, guiding you to rest your knee up onto the door panel of his porsche. “Stay like this for me, ok?”

You nodded, biting down onto your bottom lip as he locked eye contact with you.

Lando quickly glanced in his rearview mirror to check if anyone was around; still nobody.

He pulled the fabric of your underwear to the side, audibly groaning at how easily his middle and ring finger slipped inside of you.

You let out a whimper, squeezing onto his bicep for some stability.

“Oh my fuck, why didn’t I take you home?” Lando was talking to himself, because there was no way you were going to answer him.

There was absolutely no space between the two of you, as this car was not ideal.

You could hear the squelching noise coming from underneath you, making you look down; covering your mouth to stifle your moans. There was nothing that Lando hated more than when you hid from him.

“Get that hand off of your mouth, sweetheart.” Lando spoke, slipping a third finger into your cunt; knowing you’d react.

“Good girl, gonna cum for me?” Lando asked, kissing your jaw and down towards your collarbone. “Hmm?”

You were breathless, but still managed to use your words. “No.” You paused, your voice sounding like a whimper, grabbing onto Lando’s shirt as you tried not to fall apart. “I need you to fuck me, please.”

“Fuck, are you sure?” He asked, his face centimeters from yours. Lando was taken aback at your forwardness, but willing to do anything you wanted.

You hummed, nodding before kissing him. You moved your hand down between your legs; feeling the now very prominent bulge in Lando’s jeans.

He let out a deep throaty groan at the contact. “Fuck.”

You tried to unbutton his jeans really fast, but with your position on his lap it wasn’t working.

“I got it, I got it.” Lando’s larger and more steady hand replaced yours as he worked his pants down to leave enough room for his cock.

You let out a sigh when you felt him teasing the head of his leaking cock against your folds. “I can’t believe we’re doing this here.”

“What?” Your voice was breathy as Lando gripped your hips to lower you down onto him. Your question was instantly replaced by a moan of his name.

“Nothing.” Lando grunted before throwing his head back. “God, how do you feel so fucking good?”

He still had a grip on your hips; hitting all of the right spots that drove you insane.

“Hmm- Fuck!” You cried out. “Right there, right there.”

“Shit.” Lando swore, letting go of you with one hand to have you look at him. “You’re cumming already?”

You eagerly nodded before Lando suddenly crashed his lips with yours. The kiss is sloppy; messy.

You could feel your thighs starting to ache, and a tinge of overstimulation when Lando applied pressure to your clit with the pads of his fingers.

Gasping, you pulled away from the kiss, swearing under your breath as Lando was pulling another orgasm from you so quickly as you still fucked yourself on his cock.

“You can give me one more, yeah?” His voice was low as his hot breath ghosted your face. “Make a fucking mess out of my car.”

In your attempts to slam down onto him harder, your rhythm faltered as you came again. Your legs were now shaking as you clenched around Lando’s cock.

The sun was almost down, making it somewhat difficult to see his reaction; but you had an inkling that he had to be close.

“Lando…” Your voice was a slight whimper again, making Lando wince. “Cum in me, please.”

“God im close, im really fucking close.” Lando spoke, sucking in a shallow breath through gritted teeth.

It wasn’t too long after that he finally reached his peak, nearly holding you down on his lap as he grunted expletives as he tried to be as quiet as possible.

“Lando…” you winced as you already felt the mess between your legs. “Stay inside of me like this.” You leaned into him, resting your head on his heaving chest.

“We can’t stay here.” You could tell Lando was smirking by the way his voice sounded. One of his hands smoothed out your hair before he kissed the top of your head. “I know you’re tired, but we can’t.”

“I know.” You huffed, exaggerating a pouty attitude. “You’re so warm.” You kissed Lando near his mouth a few times, making him scrunch his nose.

Finally you sat up, letting Lando help you off of his lap and into the passenger seat. The two of you fixed your clothing before Lando leaned over the center console to kiss you.

“Okay, take me home.”

[xoxochb]

HAIIIII! Can i request a fem reader x Percy based off the song diet pepsi or any chase atlantic song pretty pleasee 🙏🙏🙏ur choice of which if u do this btw xx

(I requested the hypnos reader x percy btw loll 🩷🩷)

⋆·˚ ༘ * diet pepsi

warnings: littering (don’t do this!), smutty-ish, heavy ass make out, read at your own risk!!! pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader a/n: addison rae, my love

It was undeniably one of the hottest days you’ve lived through. that might be because it’s ninety five degrees out or perhaps because percy’s hand keeps crawling higher up the skin of your thigh, making your cheeks turn red like cherries in the spring. you remove yourself from your previous position straddling percy, moving to sit on his side, your legs stick to the leather seats instantly. he takes the can of diet pepsi from your hand, taking a sip for himself. from your new position percy keeps his touch on your skin, his hand now trailing under your dress. you fight ever urge in system not to take it off and let him touch you in places nobody else could

you feel the blaring heat everywhere. It’s stupid. it’s incredibly stupid. and it’s frustrating how you’re forced to suffer through the torturous teasing of percy while he smirks and sips your diet pepsi. you’ve put up with this too long your surprised your clothes are still on at this point. you huff and take the van back for yourself, taking a sip only to find it was the last. you frown in response and throw it out the window and close it after. percy’s hand travels higher slowly. very slowly. if you didn’t know better you would’ve said his hand wasn’t moving at all

“percy” you whine. he laughs at your nature. “fuck you”

“that’s what I’m trying to do, angel”

you glare at him. “what’re you waiting for?”

his hand reaches the edge of your lacy underwear. little by little he slides them down your legs and throws them to the side. you know you’ll be struggling to retrieve them later. at last— after what felt like forever he slots his lips with yours at last. your eagerness pools out more than you would have liked. you take a fistful of his hair in your hand and push him impossibly closer to you. it was a almost cannibalism, the way he was kissing you, basically eating each other

percy gently pushes you back against the seat so he can allow himself to kiss you deeper. you can’t breathe but you surely don’t want him to stop, especially when he begins sliding your dress down. it’s preposterous how he thinks he can get away with this. your hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, you’re trying— honestly you are but your fingers shaking and your neediness to get it off it seems unlikely this will happen in a timely manner

when you finally manage to unbutton the last you rabidly shove it off. percy laughs into your mouth before kissing down your jaw, and then settles on your neck, leaving small bites. you know for a fact the marks will be stygian and you’ll struggle to cover them up. his lips then travel down your collarbone, and lower until they reach the point in your chest where the both of you can feel your heart threatening to burst open. his hands slide the rest of your dress straps down your arms, then slipping the dress down further, your legs toy with it until it falls on the car floor. percy takes a moment to admire you. it was a routine. this asshole

he moves a strand of hair from your face. “you’re beautiful”

“and you’re testing my patience”

he buries his head back in your neck, leaving marks on the opposite side. he places his knee in between your legs, so high you could practically say he was inside of you. you were so going to lose whatever innocence you had left in the backseat

[wlw-multi-fandom-imagines]

Addison Montgomery surprising you on your birthday while everyone else forgot?

As the day came to a close, you weren't necessarily surprised that none of your colleagues had remembered to tell you happy birthday. For one, you were one of the newest attendings at the hospital and as a result, you were still getting to know a fair amount of them. The other reason you weren't necessarily surprised was the fact that you honestly couldn't remember if you had even mentioned it to any of them in the last few days. The OR had been slammed all weekend and if you hadn't gotten a text from your hometown best friend that morning, you honestly might have forgotten yourself.

"Heading home?"

Addison's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you extended an arm to hold the elevator door before it closed on her. She had an impressive reputation, and that fact alone would have made you nervous. The fact that she was one of the most gorgeous women you had ever seen...well, that definitely added to the anxiety swimming through your veins as the elevator doors shut.

"If I can escape the parking lot without my pager going off I am," you joked, running a hand through your hair nervously.

"Any birthday plans?" she asked, pressing the button for the lobby. Your eyebrows rose in surprise at the question and you shook your head sheepishly.

"No, unless takeout and hanging with my cat counts."

"It certainly does not, especially with so many fantastic restaurants in this city. If you'll allow me, I'd love to treat you to dinner to celebrate your first birthday in Seattle. Admittedly, I am starving so this is not en entirely selfless present."

Fuck. You were nervous enough being along in an elevator with this woman...how were you going to make it through an entire dinner? Despite the bundle of nerves that had quickly nestled in your stomach, you knew you had to say yes. When was an opportunity like this going to come around again?

"I would love that, and I am also starving so anywhere you pick will be good with me. Honestly, I don't think I could ask for a better companion for my first official birthday dinner in Seattle," you responded as smoothly as possible, desperately hoping she couldn't see how rattled the sudden invite had left you.

"Perfect, cause I already made us a reservation."

[scarletwinterxx]

cheeks are red like cherries in the spring - choi seungcheol imagine

hellllooooo yes back to back post😅 one thought, why is diet pepsi so cheol coded ??????? cherry???? cross gold chain???!?!?!?! LIKE OKAY MS ADDISON RAE THANK U FOR THE NEW CHEOL ANTHEM

and with that song in mind, here's a cheol scenario HAHA hope you like it!

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(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

"Cheol, I swear to god get the fuck out of my shirt"

"Your shirt? This is my shirt"

The audacity of this man to argue back, you thought. Who knew a big buff man like Choi Seungcheol would be like a clingy koala, the answer would be you and only you. You're the only one who gets him like this.

Your fiancé knew exactly which buttons to push and when to push them. Like right now, you told him you were catching up on some work you missed while the two of you went on a quick weekend trip but ofcourse he would find a way to be involved somehow.

So here he is, half of his body inside your(his) shirt while you sit on his lap.

You're close to getting your work done but Cheol's being difficult, littering kisses and a few playful bites here and there on your chest.

"Cheolie, please give me five minutes to finish this then I'm all yours. If you don't stop, I'm sleeping in the guest bedroom"

You feel him move out of your shirt, now he's fully facing you. One brow raised and a sulky pout already placed on his lips "You're mean"

"5 minutes or no cuddles tonight"

He scowls before helping you off his lap so he can get off the seat. "I'm setting a timer, done or not I'm coming in here" And you believe him. He's petty like you, maybe because you're both Leos.

He kisses you on the cheek before walking away, closing the door behind him.

You finish the last three emails you had to send before doing a final run through. You look at the clock to see you're cutting it close. Testing to see if Cheol will really come in the room, you wait instead of going out to the living room.

When the clock turns, you hear the door swing open. Everything happening all too fast, Seungcheol already throwing you over his shoulder before you can protest. He walks to the other room where he throws you (gently) on the bed, hands on his hips as he watch you laugh

"You're so petty" you laugh

"And you're so pretty, you know just how to drive me mad huh" he tells you, climbing over the bed until he's on top of you. He slots himself between your legs, tangling them around his hips as he rests his body on you but not fully putting all of body weight on you

"You better not have left hickies on my neck again" you poke him on the cheek

"And if I did? It's not like somebody will come and check" he retorts, then leans down to start kissing your neck again as if to prove a point.

"Cheol, seriously. I can never wear low cut now" your words differ from your actions, tilting your head to the side to give him more room. He smirks against your skin, kissing the same spot over and over again.

He pauses to look at you, eyes looking back at him with so much love and lust it goes straight through him. "You know you have a few moles like from your neck down here" he trails his finger from your neck down the valley of your chest, leaving goosebumps on it's trail.

"Do I?"

"Mhm, and you know what they say about moles? They say that's where you were kissed the most in your past life"

You smile, already seeing where this conversation is going. "Jealous?" you tease him

"Pshhh me? Yes. Actually sometimes it pisses me off thinking someone loved you this much, someone who isn't me"

"But what if it was you?"

"Then good. It should be me. I can't even fathom any other guy loving you more than I do" he tells you, ever so sure and confident of his commitment to you.

"You're cute when you're jealous"

"I'm gonna kiss you here too, over and over again so when we're reborn you get all these moles again I'll be sure it would be because of me"

You stare up at your man, imagining a universe where you're not with him is simply impossible. Pulling him down to crash his lips against yours, he reciprocates the kiss with just as much passion. Like you're the air he's breathing.

When you pull away he speaks again, "I really hope it's me in every universe"

You smile at his words, giving him a more gentle kiss this time. The two of you share a smile and few more kisses before you tell him,

"Love me like this and I'll make sure of it"

[salemlinnet]

hey everyone!

a few news items right before we start up chapter 5. firstly i just wanna say thanks to everyone who follows my comics, it's been a pleasure as always. i've been keeping a longer buffer on patreon than usual, mostly for my mental health. publishing takes a lot of energy and i've really felt it necessary to just focus on production for a few weeks. at this point, patrons have seen most of chapter 5, there's only one more scene and about a page to be drawn. the quiet has been nice, i've caught up on a lot of house keeping, though i'm obviously very excited to present it! and on house keeping,

DOMESTICATED IS NOW LIVE AT IT'S NEW HOME!

to not go into the boring details (the old domain got trapped between to hosting sites in the middle of a buyout), it's not hosted at cod-domesticated.com (rip custom url you will be missed) it will instead be hosted at salemlinnet.com/domesticated (now you live at my house like you're my son why didn't i think of this sooner). if you find any errors in the pages i am so sorry i just formatted so many buttons TTuTT it would be super helpful to me if folks could report any specific buttons that don't work if it's convenient, it's been beta tested by the discord (thank you guys so much) but i'm just a dunce and i can't be trusted so there might be errors.

the simons are all wearing a little beret this chapter is my third point of business, i am losing it over the ghost beret. oh and the devil may care is up to chapter 18, will be chapter 19 within a few days. page 21 is out for patrons.

finally, to the people lurking for thistle and spade. i've wanted to say for some time, i'm really grateful that you've stuck around while i've been too sick to work on a bigger project. if you were here to see me start production for and then pull ghost #1, the story behind it is that i sort of suddenly learned i wouldn't always be as sick as i was, that i didn't have to rush anything, and that i could produce thistle and spade in chronological order with a bit of patience. that left me with no smaller project to draw and release in the mean time, except, see, i really like this game, call of duty. i was still on bed rest when i started domesticated, and with a ton of physical therapy i've been able to draw longer and longer hours. it's trained me up to be a better comic artist than i ever was before. it's grown into a sturdier project at the same pace. it's so unlike thistle and spade, whose chapters were written and edited over years and planned to every gesture and expression. i'm just winging it with domesticated, i'm usually rewriting massive swaths of dialogue as i sketch the scenes out, i just keep throwing out ideas until it's something i'm excited to draw and present as my imaginary "what happened outside of the games" day dream land. it's reminded me what i love so much about story telling and comics. it's made me excited to see thistle and spade go live again down the road. but first i have to rebuild its website too TTuTT

all right i'll see everyone pretty soon! thanks for hanging around as usual!

[cheesycatz]

The Worm's Apple

(Spamton AU reference sheet) 1 2

Text ver and close ups below

This version of Spamton claims to be a spam program, but his credibility appears to be dubious. Covered from neck to toe and wearing a strange mask, the little of him that is visible doesn't quite match. But, the only thing more hated than spam is malware, so what reason would he have to lie?

- He walks stiffly. His torso barely moves, his legs don't bend, and his arms hang limply when he attempts to look normal.

- He purposefully wears baggy clothes to hide the abnormal shape of his body and limbs.

- While he attempts to make his legs look plantigrade, the actual digitigrade shape of his legs often shows through his pants.

- He keeps his long tail curled tightly behind him. However, it often unfurls when he experiences strong emotions or feels comfortable.

- His neck is unnaturally long and flexible, as though it lacks vertebrae.

- Not beating the cat allegations

- Spamton often hisses and spikes up his fur when angry or threatened. His suit limits his senses, physical defenses, and mobility, so he resorts to many threats.

- Even when alone in the city, Spamton usually leaves his suit on until he can bring it home. However, he won't pass up the opportunity for a meal along the way.

- (Tiny comparison of a real spam program, an addison, and Spamton in the bottom right corner)

- Spamton actually keeps himself as clean as possible, even if he can't clean his clothes. Regardless, he likes performing his self cleaning mechanisms as a stim, even while wearing his suit. He rubs his nose and rubs his arms together in the same way that insects clean dust off their antennae and legs.

- Spamton's hands are quite small, and his relatively long fingers often show up through his mittens. The fabric is damaged from the numerous holes that his claws have poked through them.

- He's around 5 ft (~150 cm) tall, with a 7ft (~215 cm) long tail

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I'm no character designer (Spamton's suit here is literally just the miniature outfit I made for my spam plush), but I like what Disguised Wormton has become over the past two years. While completely accidental, the five-petal shape and yellow thread of his button/pin perfectly represents an apple tree blossom, a nod to his symbolism. The rest of his attempt at an outfit is "hide as much as possible, but still look good doing it." ...as good as he thinks an untucked shirt and clothes ten sizes too big look. He's meant to appear incredibly uncanny when he puts effort into "being normal," looking more like a shuffling zombie than anything natural. I think the round and wide shapes of his suit contrasted with the long, thin, and sharp points of his only visible features adds to the untrustworthness he radiates. His animalistic tendencies look worse when performed by something trying to look humanoid. Even if it's more comfortable for him, the incorrect bend of his legs, the perpetual raptor arms, the absurdly long tail, and his awkwardly long neck highlight the concept of something trying so hard to look human (or humanoid in the case of Deltarune) yet always failing. That's what I was going for when designing him, at least. After writing like 50k words about disguised Wormton, he honestly might be creepier than normal Wormton. I'd rather deal with the obscure cryptid that hisses and runs away than be approached by this kidney stealer lookin mf trying to sell used cigarettes or something. He's definitely grown on me, though. In a "I would never want to be locked in a room with any of the characters I like" kind of way.

[tw1l1te]

Stay with me

Sal Fisher x Reader

This is the long awaited sequel to blueberry! I'm finally getting back into my Sally Face phase for a bit, so I hope y'all enjoy this one! <3

Tagging: @atashi-najimi, @kofiwuzhere , @kaldwiner, @zc000ter , @night-shadowblood-writes2

🪐‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

You never thought you'd come back.

You'd accepted it years ago, on that fateful night on the roof of Addison Apartments.

And yet... you found yourself driving back the familiar road, passing by a sign that read "Welcome to Nockfell!"

Finally seeing the decaying beuilding ahead of you, you ease off the gas pedal, parking on the side of the road closest to the complex. You were only here to pick up some of your father's old things, as he passed about a year ago, you not getting the chance to get his things until now.

Shutting the door, you reluctantly made your way down the main path, hands nervously twitching against your legs. Even after all this time, the eerieness never left. You open the main door, the hinges creaking at the movement. They clearly haven't been greased in a while.

You look to your right to see the mailboxes, room 403 having letters and notices practically bursting out the tiny metal box. Using your key, you unlock the tiny door, letters and papers spilling out onto the floor. With a sigh, you lean down and start picking up papers, halting when you see a letter from a very familiar person.

Sal Fisher.

You shove the letter into your jacket pocket, opting to read it after you make it into your own father's apartment. Hopefully the elevator still worked.

Taking out your keycard, you slide it against the card reader and press the button, not having to wait long for the elevator doors to open. You hum softly as the elevator shakes a bit, the old creak making the place feel ancient. If you weren't used to the apartment's "charm", you probably would've had a heart attack in here.

Once you reached the fourth floor with a soft ring, the doors creaked open, allowing you to step out and quietly walk over to 403. A gnawing thought comes up in your head, the question of whther or not Sal still lived here, much less in Nockfell. Perhaps his dad was still around?

No matter, you had things you needed to do. Being back here was already doing a number on you, the impending gloom and decay clouding your emotions.

Unlocking the door with a click, you walk into your old home.

So many memories come flooding back, the scent of old smoke and lumber making your eyes tear up slightly. It's been a while.

Sighing heavily for the millionth time that day, you walk in and try to flip the lightswitch, the dull yellowed light flickering to life. You walk into your dad's old room, the room being slightly cluttered, though you knew he was never the type to keep it perfectly pristine.

You took about two hours to organize and pack up your dad's belongings, finding some old photos of him and you when you were in your highschool years. There were some photos with the gang, a particular birthday photo making you smile.

It was your 17th birthday party, taking place in this very apartment. You had invited all of your friends from your small friend group, all of them smiling and laughing in the photo. All of you were at your tiny kitchen table, a circular cake with candles right in the middle. You were in the middle of blowing out your candles, the photo capturing all of your happiness and surrounded by the people you love.

You look at Sal in the photo, smiling at how he was looking at you. His eyes were glued to you. You remember clasping his hand under the table in this photo, as it was taken a few weeks after you'd confessed to each other.

Now that you think about it.... you both never officially broke it off. Obviously your relationship was over, but part of you always wondered if he still waited for you. If he was still here.

"Oh shit- sorry, didn't think anyone was here. I just saw the door open and-"

You turn around at the voice, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up.

Sal.

"Y/n?" he asks, voice wavering.

He looks... older. Taller, hair still bright blue. Not the boy you'd left behind.

"Sal." you breathlessly whispered. You didn't ever think you'd see him again.

"I-I thought- I thought you didn't live here anymore?" you ask, voice starting to waver. You could feel your vocal chords giving away.

Sal stood there, still as could be. He was in shock. Fully convinced you were a figment of his imagination. A dream.

"I-I don't, I mean, I'm still in Nockfell. My parents still live here."

"Right."

You take a moment to breathe, your heartbeat hammering within your chest. You want to embrace him, kiss him, but your feet don't move.

That's over. You ended it by your shitty departure.

You could feel your tears streaming down your face, not noticing them until now. This was all too much. The memories, the feelings-

"Hey, hey. Shhh..." Sal whispers, swiping your tears away with his thumbs. You shiver at the contact, not having felt it in almost half a decade.

"I-I'm so fucking sorry, Sally. I'm so sorry-" you hiccup, your vision blurry from all the tears. Sal embraces you placing his head on your shoulder, rubbing your back slowly. He was there.

"I know, Y/n. I know. I'm sorry too."

You both stay like that for what feels like an eternity, you staining his sweatshirt with your salty tears.

After calming down a bit, you reluctantly pull away, your face close to Sal's. You wanted to stay like this forever.

"You've grown." you chuckled, a stray tear falling from your waterline.

"So have you," he muttered, his gaze focused on you. You'd cut your hair shorter and dyed it a darker color, the color making your eyes all the more enticing and brighter. You'd changed so much, and yet, he felt like he was looking at the same Y/n from highschool who hung out on the playground during lunch.

He wanted to kiss you, even if you left right after it, he needed that goodbye. He needed the seal to confirm that everything that had happened was in the past and that you both could go your separate ways.

You were about to say something, but he took it as a chance to do the one thing he'd been dreaming about for years. Unclasping his prosthetic and dropping it on the carpet, he holds both of your cheeks in his hands, pulling you into him. You don't protest, craving his touch for years.

Your plush lips meld with his scarred ones, the kiss feeling so natural. So right. Like puzzle pieces finally being slotted with each other, completeing the final image.

You bring your hands into his hair, lightly gripping onto his blue locks. A small groan reverbrates through his throat, making its way into your mouth. His tongue licks against your lower lip. More, it means.

You were running out of oxygen, so you pull away reluctantly, placing your forehead against his, panting for air.

"S-Sal, fuck, I-"

"I love you."

You look into his eyes, his good eye's pupil being blown wide from your actions. His half-lidded gaze flickering between your parted lips and your teary eyes. You were so fucking perfect. He should've never let you go.

"I should've never let you go, baby. Do you know how often I stayed up, wondering where you went? How often I stayed up, wishing I could go back, make you stay. Stay with me, Y/n."

You were going to start crying again. His words were so heartfelt, every ounce of love and repressed feelings pouring out for you.

"Stay. Stay with me."

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, gazing softly at you. You could see his younger self in those eyes. His younger, yearning, boyish self that you loved oh so deeply.

"I'll stay this time, I promise."

🪐‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

[fallinginaforrest]

"The Motto of this Craft, the phrase that I hold dear, Mobilis in Mobili"

One of my favourite things to do with Pulp is to take these mechanics that are introduced and ground them in the story. Obviously we have jackie's art in the broadcasts that does a lot of the heavy lifting in this regard- her scenic work transports you into the world of the show. But, when you don't have the broadcast in front of you the imagination is bound to wander. When I first listened to Searcher I had imagined the Nautilus as a capital S Ship. Phrases like Addison walking from Bow to Stern or perhaps the inclusion of a library/study had me thinking of those huge old galleons, or even something smaller. Something like the Ellen Austen, or the Antikythera. Wood Panelled walls and creaking ropes. Remember treasure planet? That ship that trolled the stars? in my mind that was the nautilus. Then I saw the broadcast and it was nothing like I Imagined (and that's kind of beautiful isn't it? The differences in how the artist, in this case Matt and Jackie, imagine the world versus how the audience interprets it?) The Nautilus is instead this sleek red thing, because Dakkar is just so ahead of his time. The man has scanners for god's sake of course his spaceship is a Ferrari! But even then I couldn't let go of the literal "Space Ship" that wormed it's way in from my initial impression, so above is my interpretation of the Nautilus as it stands.

It draws a compromise between my initial interpretation and the artistic intention. A sleek, red, futuristic thing with glass panelling and sharp fins and a map room below a bridge, both with windows that can look out into the galaxy. The top deck is encased by this big glass shell, so the passenger could go out and feel as though they are standing in amongst the stars- of course equipped with it's own airtight doors and purple button. But nonetheless, a ship. A place of familiarity in amongst the unknown.

[thevelveteel]

SAY HIS NAME!

[petew21-blog]

Dream of McDreamy

George O'Malley couldn't stand it anymore. Meredith was into Derek, but he was playing with her. Always on, off, on, off. Why would she choose a guy who treated her like that?

Derek used to date Meredith in Seattle Grace Hospital. But that was all crushed when his wife, he claimed that he was divorced to, came to town to get her husband back. The wife, Addison Montgomery, a brilliant surgeon, wasn't thrilled to watch Meredtih every day, but she was willing to do anything to get her husband back. The husband that was still in love with Meredtih, but his connection to Addison couldn't be severed so easily.

George was always the one on the side. He liked Meredtih a lot, but she would never notice him like Derek. Derek was McDreamy for her. Geroge was... well George.

He wasn't ugly or anything, but he couldn't compare himself to Derek Sheperd. The hair, the face, the smile. And especially those skills and knowledge. He was a god for so many people here.

George knew why Meredith like him so much. He envied him his good looks. It made it so much easier for him to get the lady he wanted. But he doesn't deserve her. Meredith deserves to be treated with respect and love.

George planned it. Either he was gonna die trying or it would work. He connected electrodes and sensors to gis head. And the EEG machine. He timed it so that Derek would be coming around the corner just in time to see his alterations to the machine. And just as George thought, Derek did what he wanted him to. He touched the button to turn off the power, because the machine on George's head cracked and sent many electric impulses into his brain. Derek tried to turn it off, but he felt a spark and then BOOM

Derek flew to the next wall where he crashed. The emploees rushed in to help him and George. They had had to revive George for many minutes and eventually succeeded. But it took them too much time. Certain parts of the brain weren't oxygenated and died out, leaving him in a coma.

As Derek woke up. He was a bit confused. Looking around, trying to find someone. They had to hospitalize him as a normal patient and therefore, Derek was on the hospital bed, waiting to be checked and released.

Looking back at himself in the mirror reflection, Derek, or to be specific, George in Derek's body felt proud that his alterations worked.

He was playing with his hair, non stop. How come that this guy is in his 40s and has a head full of hair

Addison came by to check if he was truly ok.

The new Derek looked up at her:"Addison we are done. Please, do not call me, do not beg me. I am in love with Meredith and this is my final desicion. Goodbye"

Addison was so surprised by all this that she couldn't even react to the monologue Derek just spat at her. But she was done too. No more chasing men, who don't want her, no. She was the star of her own life. And left.

George got up and went straight to the bathroom. He looked at his poker face reflecting in the mirror. "It's gonna be weird, getting used to seeing your face every day, Derek. But it's something I can do for Meredith"

He untied the hospital gown he had on. He examined his new body. It was much better than his old one. It seemed that Derek really took care of himself

George looked down and smile. "Not bad, Derek." I knew Meredith had a good taste.

George grabbed his dick and smiled at himself in the mirror again

Meredith:'You talk to yourself in the mirror?"

George turned around, not covering his dick. "Meredith! Yeah... from time to time"

Meredith was a bit caught off guard by the nakedness, but Geroge stepped closer to her

George:"I made a choice Meredith. I pick you. I choose you. I love you."

Meredith:"You know you don't have to run away after we had sex"

George in Derek:"Yeah, right. Sorry, force of habit"

Meredith:"Hmm, right. Wanna join me in the shower?"

George:"Why din't you say that before?"

They laughed as Derek threw off his clothes and chased Meredith naked all the way up to the bathroom.

In the hospital

Meredith:"So this was all I wanted to show you. I was thinking that it could help some patients like George to fully recover. Or at least partially."

George:"Meredith, George is probably not waking up. The chances are really low."

Meredith:"But there are some studies who tried this method too and it worked."

George:"You know what? Let's just enjoy the day tonight. We got a big event to celebrate"

Meredith:"Yeah? Which one?"

George:"The two of us finally being together"

George was happier than he would ever be. He had his crush pressed against him, while his new dick was getting hard. He was now kissing his crush after so many years.

As they were making out in front of all the scans, George thought about tomorrow. How they would have to study all those cases. And how he would have to disconnect his old body to make sure he would stay with Meredith forever

An anonymous request from inbox:

Ooooh, Ive always though it might be fun to have George O’Malley swap bodies with Derek Shepherd? Maybe using it finally be with Meredith? And just being jealous of his good looks.

[drghostwrite]

Holding onto you… (pt. 3)

Summary: continuing from part 1… “let’s have a baby.”… Callie and Y/N run into some issues when trying to get pregnant, Callie has a really bad day while reader gets some good news. After a very edgy encounter reader gets very protective of Callie.

Pairing: Callie Torres x reader, Greys anatomy x reader

******************************************************** You were standing at the nurses station looking over some charts when Addison came up behind you, coffee in hand and set her charts down.

“So I have to do a cesarean for twins wanna scrub in?”

You slowly turned to look at her, “why cause you can’t handle twins?” You chuckled at her, knowing full well she could do that in her sleep, eyes closed, lights out.

“just offering, you look so thrilled doing those charts… figured it’d give you something to distract from everything.”

“yea, if you want, I don’t mind.”

“be my guest… speaking of, how’re the treatments going?” She asked, referring to the IVF treatments. You and Callie both wanted to try and have a baby with both your genetics so you found a specialist and were trying to get pregnant. You both decided that you would carry first and so far it’s been hard, “well after the first loss the next didn’t take, trying the third but nothing yet.”

“well they say third times the charm…” she reached over quickly rubbing her hand in your back to reassure you.

“yea, something like that.” Just then one of the nurses walked by with her lunch, Addison watched as you turned green and quickly bolted for the nearest bathroom, she followed hot on your heels, waving the concerned looks off as she traced your steps.

you ran in seeing the empty bathroom, flinging the first stall door open your knees hitting the hard tile floor as you emptied the contents of your stomach. You heard quick footsteps follow you into the bathroom.

“Y/N?!” She helped you as you tried holding your hair, as you stood up she grabbed towels and handed them to you, she squatted next to you, “how long?”

“three weeks…” you looked at her defeated.

“are you sure you’re not?…” she asked, knowing full well what you were going to say.

“no, I mean, the other times… no…” you looked at her confused.

“Oh my God Y/N, you’re pregnant and you don’t even know it!” She rolled her eyes.

“yea but the… really you think so?!”

“yes, come here.” She pulled you off the floor and into another exam room, she drew some blood and sent it to the lab stat. After an hour of nervously waiting as she got excited for you her phone dinged with results.

“So what does it say?” You asked nervously.

“hold on…” she said trying to get the page to load.

“Addison I need this to be real, I can’t lose another baby…”

“It’s real love, you’re pregnant�� you’re gonna be a mama.” She smiled big.

“Really?!… I-I’m, haha, I need to tell Callie!” You turned to run out of the room.

“isn’t she in the OR right now?” She reminded you.

“I don’t care, I’ll wait outside till I see her, I gotta go…”

“go… go…” she shooed you out the door. You ran to the OR seeing a crowd gathered outside the scrub room door. You looked around and pushed through into the scrub room where Jo and two other interns stood.

“Hey what’s?…” before you could finish you heard yelling from the other room, looking in you saw Callie, an angry Webber, Bailey, and Hunt.

“What the hell?…” you hit the button letting you into the operating room where a very angry Webber was scolding your wife.

“You never should have operated.” Webber started.

“never, never should have… oh because my wife recently miscarried... is that why?” Callie shot back.

“Chief I think…” Bailey tried stepping in.

“Do not interrupt me.” He snapped calmly at her and she stepped back in line with Hunt watching.

“I don’t really think that’s your call to make… I’m perfectly fine to operate.”

“That is exactly my call to make, I’m Chief of Surgery in this hospital, and I don’t think you were ready, you haven’t taken the time to process your loss and now your bringing it in my OR.”

“your OR, your OR?!… with all do respect, this is my OR and my “loss” has nothing to do with it.”

“Callie you lost a baby, and today we lost a pregnant patient.”

“that has nothing to do with our loss.” You interrupted stepping in between Webber and your wife.

“Y/N, this doesn’t…”

“doesn’t concern me?… this is my wife, and a brilliant surgeon.”

“who lost a patient…”

“Callie go…” you said pointing her out of the room, you watched her leave and turned back to Webber.

“Do not yell at her because she lost a pregnant patient… you don’t yell at Hunt when he loses a gunshot patient and he’s been under fire in war zones, no offense…”he shrugged like none taken, “so do not yell at my wife for something she couldn’t help, she did everything she possibly could.” You were standing in front of him. You moved to leave and he stepped in front of you.

“Dr. Torres…”

“I have patients.”

“we’re not done.”

“no we very much are, Dr. Torres just lost a patient and needs to deal with it, as well as go tell the family that they just lost their baby girl… after being accused of letting things slip bc we just lost our baby. So unless you want to handle the family, please get out of my face.” You looked him in the eye and he stepped aside realizing it would not be wise to push you any further, Hunt stood impressed as Bailey closed her dropped jaw.

You walked out, “Jo can you take someone and go alert the family.”

“On it.” She went in to get Hunt as you walked out to find Callie, you knew she would go to your office and slowly opened the door.

“Callie?”

“Y/N I messed up.”

you rushed to her side, “no, no hey it happens, we don’t ever want it to but sometimes we do all we can and we give our all and sometimes we do everything we can and it’s still not enough.” you ran a finger over her cheek swiping away loose tears.

Sobs racked her body as she tried forming words, you held her in your arms rubbing her back, letting her cry into your shoulder.

“Wh-what if I could’ve done better… Y/N when she started to tank all I could see was you a-and the baby and it scared me, I-I didn’t want to lose them… I-I tried my absolute best.”

“And that’s what makes you great… Callie, you did everything in your power bc you didn’t want it to happen, just because we lost her doesn’t make you any less of a surgeon.”

“It’s just been so hard…”

“because we haven’t let it fully process, yes we grieved but we still need time…” she looked back up at you tears staining her face, her eyes traveled your solemn expression before her soft lips met yours, with the most gentle and comforting kiss.

“You know what you did back there, standing up to Webber, it was kinda intimidating and hot.” She said pulling away, resting her forehead on your shoulder as you chuckled.

“yea well, you know.”

“I do.” She chuckled pulling you in close and kissing you.

“well I have something that will make your day better…” you said in a low sultry voice.

“oh do you?” She said placing kiss on your neck, she ran a hand under your scrub top and you grabbed her hand holding over your stomach.

“why?…” she paused as you looked at her, stopping her hand from moving, she looked up reading your eyes.

“wait…”

“I found out this morning, Addison confirmed, were pregnant.”

“really?” She whispered as tears escaped her eyes.

“really… about 4-6 weeks, we’re gonna have a baby.”

“oh my God, oh my God, Y/N were gonna have a baby.” She hugged you as she cheered.

[m4dwxmn]

drag me out (destroy me)

Main Pairing: Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal

Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers | Lawyer Agatha Harkness | Police Officer Rio Vidal | Eventual Smut | Family Issues | very loosely inspired by addison/kevin from private practice | Angst and Hurt/Comfort | Agatha Harkness is Bad at Feelings | but she's down bad for rio | Mentions of Religion | Not Beta Read | agatha stuggles with emotional intimacy | but rio is kinda into it | Freak | it isn't toxic if it's agathario

Summary:

“Officer Vidal, I would’ve assumed you left already,” Agatha kept her voice even and it took everything in her not to look down on Officer Vidal’s previously fully buttoned shirt that was now three buttons open, just showing enough skin to make Agatha’s mouth water. 

“Rio, please,” Officer– Rio extended a hand and, if the sudden glint in her eyes is anything to go by, didn’t miss the way Agatha was strictly looking ahead. 

“Rio,” Agatha said, liking the way the letters formed in her mouth. “Agatha.” She reciprocated the gesture, and grabbed Rio’s hand. It was softer than expected and Agatha suddenly wished she would never have to let go. “So, what is it that made you run after me? Did I leave something behind?”

“No,” Rio let out a loud laugh as if Agatha just told her the joke of the year. “I was just wondering if you would be interested in going out with me.” 

[bagelorsomethingwhatever]

ok so most of us know the salt route right? i wanted to try and rewrite it!!

first of all, no hate to the original salt route and its creator, beabigshot!! i just wanted to rewrite it so it was a little more canon to spamtons character.

second of all, thanks for the help, @kwyt33 !!

last but not least, if you have some constructive criticism, post it in the comments! im very open to suggestions, and would love to hear thoughts and concepts :]

first of all, you can ONLY do this route after you have completed the snowgrave route at least once

so when you meet spamton there should be an act called 'Proposal' and basically you (ironically) mention a ring

spamton gets curious believing that kris has their OWN commemorative ring and hes. interested

maybe theres a dialogue section where he goes like "[Commemorative Ring]? KRIS I DIDN'T KNOW YOU [Had to do it to them]!?" and most people just go on with the fight and yknow move on

but

if you keep bringing it up and ignore all of spamtons deals he goes "FINE!! F1NE!!!!!" and the battle ends

"YOU WANNA CALL [Shots]!? THEN CALL [Shots]!! MABY YOU [Aren't Serious!?] ABOUT BEING MY [1000th Customer]!!!"

and he leaves to his shop

if you go to his shop, you can see spamton looking annoyed that his shop is seeming sealed off by a strange cluster of white crystals (salt)

if you ignore him, he wont pop up again in the route 

(id like to think the salt is the saltiness/anger of a gamer or something. :3)

if you interact, "KRIS!!! YOU DID [Came to see little old me..?] I KNEW YOU [Were talking out of your]"

and you have two dialogue options, much like snowgrave 

Let's get big and Talk business

if you choose let's get big, you go on the normal path and the salt melts

if you choose talk business spamton will say "ALLLL1RIGHT! LET'S <[Discuss]."

it fades to black, and then afterwards

"I KN3W YOU HAD THE [[Light]]!!! SWEET [Freedom Sauce] WILL BE OURS!!!!!!"

(cue spamton laugh)

Spamton has joined your party!

and so it begins

in a battle, spamton has no special options (atm) what so ever, so you can just fight how you want

when you walk where you're supposed to find noelle, she isnt there, and queen is instead.

"KRIS!!! I N33D TO [Skedaddle] BEFORE TH4T [Hochi Mama] SPOTS M3!!!]" spamton hides in the alleyway.

queen talks about kris being her willing peon and how noelle finally accepted but you can choose to decline

if you decline she says something like "That's Fair" with her visor showing the word "Ouch"

queen runs off, and spamton follows again

you can choose to go back and try to attack the enemies like the snowgrave, but spamton will have some choice words about that once out of the first battle;

___

"WOAH W0A H [[W o a h]] KRIS!!! WHAT THE [4.99] ARE YOU DOING YOU [slime] I AM N0T THE [Hochi Mama] [That you know and] [Hyperlink Blocked]!!!!"

if you continue back tracking, spamton will get the attack DEAL [Shock] which spamton will imitate noelles spell casting sprite and a pipis will drop on the enemies head. it does little damage

___ This paragraph is not required to continue with the salt route, and is 100% for fun

Once you meet the cars, spamton will talk about how he used to sell them, getting a small moment of vulnerability with spamton

"A [Cungedero]...? I USED TO. I USED TO. I USED TO... [Hyperlink Blocked].. KEEP MOVING."

you dont have to press the button to stop the cars, if you walk in the road the cars will move around spamton and avoid him. they dont want a nasty ass trash man fucking up they paint job

everything goes as normal from then on until you run into the ferris wheel poster.

"[Aaahh..] YES. [Farris] WHEELZ. WHEN I WAS A [Big Shot] I WOULD ALWAYS [Run on down to] THAT [Hellish] PLACE TO [Vacation] IN [acrophobia]."

[ ... ] [♡ Are you scared?]

"WHAT."

and the dialogue ends.

if you try to go where the addison is, spamton will refuse

"WHAT!? WHAT!!!? [Ad Blockers]?! ME!? NO! NO! NO! NO! [NOOOOoooo...]!!!! KRIS. KRIS!! WE CAN'T [Press Enter to]!!!??"

if you continue trying, spamton will continue to plead not to go in. if you do it three times, you will enter

spamtons sprite will have dark glasses instead of pink and yellow

the interaction will go as normal, until you walk away

(because spamton was hiding behind kris, the addison didnt see him until then)

A: "..Spamton?"

S: "..."

S: "DON'T [Press X to interact] ME. KRIS!! KRIS!!! KEEP WALKING!!! KEEP. WALKING."

A: "I haven't seen you in so long! How have y-"

S: "DON'T YOU [Sweet Talk] ME!?!"

A: "Spamton, I- I didn't mean to abandon you! It- it was all their idea-"

S: "NO. NO. NO. KRIS. Go."

[Stay]    [♡ Confront]

once in the battle, the addison doesnt ever attack spamton, only targetting kris

if kris is down, the addison will not hurt spamton either way

if you try to get spamton to attack, he will, but no matter what you try, he will do as little damage as possible

what you have to do to kill the addison and move on with the route is get spamton to talk to the addison and lower their guard. so basically you are setting up the addison for being spared but hah. we dont do that here, so once they are at 100 spare percent you fucking kill them!

...

You got the empty ring.

Empty ring; It's empty and almost useless.

S: "...WOW...! KRIS. THAT WAS [Highly Unnecessary]!!!!! LET'S [never] DO THAT AGA1N!!!!"

[♡ I did it for you.] [I won't do it again.]

S: "REVENGE IS [Sweet... Succulent...]..."

something i forgot to mention about the mouse traps, each mouse door is blocked by salt, so they cannot escape. and the one with the laser? well..

"KRIS!! THE [[Maus]] IS [[Block this Url?]]!!! HOW ARE WE-"

[ ♡ Keep going.]

"YOU [[Little Sponge]], WE CAN'T GO-"

[ ♡ Keep going.]

"KRIS. WE-"

with enough pushing, you shove spamton to the laser, he spazzes through it, taking a bit of damage and then pressing the button. spamtons sprite loses its smile for a few frames, before going back to normal without another word

moving forth to where you do the puzzle with noelle

you and spamton both hear a scream and the camera pans to noelle being frightened by a maus. it runs away and she sighs

she notices kris, and runs over, saying hello to kris and saying how she got lost.

she pauses once noticing spamton, and before she even says anything, spamton goes "[Angel], DON'T TRUST [[Anyone]], OKAY?!???"

noelle, not understanding spamtons cryptic message, quietly asks kris if they have a new dog, referring to spamton.

spamtons sprite changes into a glare/squint for a few frames.

noelle joins your party after some conversation about trying to find susie, and that she ended up running out of the mansion, and got completely lost.

you cannot decline noelle joining.

you come across the trash area, and kill all the enemies (popups) around, NOT utilizing noelles ice shock, and only making spamton attack

after you kill everything and make your way to where you fight berdly, noelle runs off on her own, explaining that she remembers where to go from there, and runs off.

spamton stops kris from going forth, questioning why they only made him attack and kill everything

if you tell him it was to get stronger, spamton seems mildly angered, going on to say how the angel could've done the dirty work for you, not him

he then stops you once more going on about how he's starting to think you are lying to him about having a way to get his neo form without troubles. (yes, that's what you had originally talked about with spamton. but as the player, you are only finding out about this now.)

after spamton is done talking, you have two options.

[ ♡ I'm doing this for you.] and [ ♡ I'm doing this for me.]

you are unable to choose the second option.

spamton seems unsure, but keeps sticking with you incase. he doesn't have anything to lose anyways, does he? :)

[notes from bagel: i think spamtons attacks would be like. the ones he uses on you but it uses like 60tp its so tedious. hes trying to get you to STOP fighting with him. it does alot of damage, but it takes a while to get up to. ALSO.. if you have the devilsknife, spamton will frequently wonder where you got your weapon in battle

like as flavor text; spamtons face scrunches back repulsively as he lays eyes on your weapon.

spamton glitches wildly while staring at your weapon. spamton glares at your weapon.]

so after some short walking, you come across the man hole.

spamton says "K-" and before he even finishes, you grab onto his arm, and jump in. he makes a shocked little voice blip noise.

you appear infront of the mansion. spamton follows you to the very front of the mansion, and then runs back to the man hole, trying to get back into it.

1. [ ♡ Follow me.] (You tell Spamton that you will help him into the mansion.)

Outcome; Spamton will settle on the first ending and will be given his neo form, help you through the castle as thanks, and then you can seal the fountain immediately after Spamton compliments you for actually sticking with your word. (Spamton is left behind)

2. [ ♡ Do this.] (You tell Spamton to revert into the Dealmakers so you can carry him without him being spotted.)

Outcomes; (1) Spamton settles on the second ending. You carry him with you and seal the fountain, dropping him off at castle town. (2) If you have the Devilsknife out the whole time instead, he and Jevil will be dropped off at castle town. These two can have specific dialogue with eachother depending on certain circumstances.

3. [ ♡ Come here.] (You grab Spamtons hand and walk him with you yourself.)

Outcome; Spamton will settle on the first ending. You get him into his Neo body, and you seal the fountain afterwards, leaving him behind.

if you try to go to the top of the mansion without going to the basement, spamton will not let you, taking a little hp off of you (15) if you try.

[cypresswood3]

Larson and Arthur getting close before Arthur learns all about Addison au !! (au description pinned in profile + first tag)

Larson helping Arthur heal and recover during his stay in the manor. Tending to his wounds, clicking his tongue as he cleans up another cut. Tilting Arthur's head to the side with his thumb pressed against his cheekbone to examine his neck. Arthur Lester hasn't felt gentle touch in so, so long.

Commenting on Arthur's state when they first meet in the morning, prompting Arthur to explain, yet courteously backing off when Arthur doesn't. Lending him his own clothes, buttoning up his shirt when Arthur's (recently re-acquired) hand faulters. Walking in on Arthur struggling with a razor and taking it from his hand, finishing the job for him.